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  1. Found on this website: https://www.fetishpornpic.com/oyaji.shtml though I haven't been able to see the rest of the art on the website (maybe it's my browser or something) on the google search it is present there but the art isn't showing up on the website for me. Hope you enjoy or find it useful.
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    WARNINGS, etc: This video isn't of the highest quality, but it's still very hot. Contains frontal female nudity. The Seth Rollins action figure I give a nice golden shower to isn't the one I'm in a relationship with, though it is very similar-looking. (Oddly, he looks a lot less grumpy now.) Happy holidays, so here's a 10 minute or so video from me with a little something for everyone. If you like desperation, cigarette smoking, wet jeans, wet undies, action figures being played with and peed on, naked peeing, risky peeing (on an unprotected bed!), feet, boobies, or pussy, or all of the above, you'll like this video.
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  4. View File Happy Holidays Solo Pee Play WARNINGS, etc: This video isn't of the highest quality, but it's still very hot. Contains frontal female nudity. The Seth Rollins action figure I give a nice golden shower to isn't the one I'm in a relationship with, though it is very similar-looking. (Oddly, he looks a lot less grumpy now.) Happy holidays, so here's a 10 minute or so video from me with a little something for everyone. If you like desperation, cigarette smoking, wet jeans, wet undies, action figures being played with and peed on, naked peeing, risky peeing (on an unprotected bed!), feet, boobies, or pussy, or all of the above, you'll like this video. Submitter LucyVersion2.0 Submitted 12/25/2016 Category Pants Wetting
  5. It had been a long time since I'd had sex, and a long time since I'd peed on anyone, so I decided to combine the two with a straightedge cutesy geeky friend of mine. He wanted to be inside me, and I told him yes, but he had to let me be on top at some point so I could pee on him while I rode him. He's so sub and sweet he rolls with my fetishes because he gets off on knowing that he's pleasing me, so he readily agreed. He likes to start out in the closeness of missionary, so we did then, too. Not my favorite position, but since I had a full bladder, everything felt super-intense. However, I was feeling a bit too full; it hurt a little, so I told him to switch. I got on top of him and put him in, and got rid of at least some of the piss by forcing it out as I rode him, not the easiest thing in the world, but damn, as always it felt so good. He enjoyed it, too, got pretty loud and even though I told him not to, he began fucking me, too. After I'd cum half a dozen times, I was ready to call it a night, but he hadn't finished yet. And, I hadn't finished peeing, either. After so many orgasms, my body wanted it out, too. So, perfect solution, I stood over him and rained my golden nectar down on his junk, the perfect lube.
  6. “You were terrible in the mic tonight,” Corporate Kane told Seth. “And, that's something you were supposed to be working on. Hunter and Stephanie aren't going to be happy.” Seth wasn't happy either. It was his owners' faults he'd done so poorly during the opening promo of RAW. The drive from the house took nearly five hours, and while they'd gotten Seth there in time for the show, poor Seth didn't have time to stop by the locker room for a much-needed piss beforehand. He'd told his owners he was desperate to piss at least half a dozen times on the way, but they didn't care. Neither did the production team; he tried telling them, too, but they just hurried him out through the curtains. During the whole promo all he could think about was how badly he had to piss. He felt asinine because he couldn't stand still. He flubbed his lines three times, and totally lost composure the third time. When it was finally over, he nearly lost it trying to get out of the ring quickly, and had to stop, in the middle of the ropes, all efforts focused on not pissing himself. After a few, endless seconds, the cramp eased, and Seth was able to walk off stage. Once he was behind the curtains, he ran, terrified he wouldn't find a men's room in time. But, he did. “I did the best I could,” Seth tried to explain. “I really had to piss; it was so bad I thought I was going to piss myself right there and-” “Oh really, Tyler? I couldn't tell,” Kane said, sarcastically. Seth blushed hotly. He hated being reminded of those days. “My name isn't Tyler. And, do you think I wanted to make an ass out of myself? I almost pissed myself in front of thousands of fans, and on live TV!” “You know you're supposed to go before the show.” “I didn't have time.” “You should have been here hours ago! When did you leave the house?” Seth could only look at his feet. “It was beyond me. I rode with the Authority.” Kane smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile, it was a sly smile. “I thought so...I thought so...” He caught sight of the gold chain around Seth's neck, and reached to pull the dog tags out. He laughed as he read them. “Oh yeah, I knew it.” Seth felt as if his whole world was about to collapse. Kane knew his secret. “Buck up, champ.” Kane shook his shoulder roughly. “Secret's safe with me, my friend.” Seth wasn't sure about that. He forced an awkward smile. “There's that jackassy grin we all love. You'd better not screw up in your match against Dolph tonight. I'm sure the repercussions from your shitty promo will be bad enough.” Kane laughed. His laughter chased Seth from the makeshift office. He didn't fail one bit in his match against Dolph, he hit all his moves and sold all of Dolph's, and got a dirty victory, as scripted. But, as Kane had said, the repercussions from his embarrassing promo would be bad enough. He dreaded the night to come. It took place in a hotel suite in New York. High in the sky, Seth shakily got undressed. Naked, he knelt before his owners, hoping his meekness would make them go easy on him. “That was the worst promo ever!” Mistress spat. Seth bowed his head in shame. “We expect only the best from our champion, the face of our company. We chose you, we gave you the belt, and you get in the ring and give us the equivalent of a first grader's Christmas concert.” Master ranted. “Did you even try to do a decent promo tonight?” “Yes, Sir, of course-” “All that trying for a mess of fidgeting and verbal diarrhea,” Master shook his head. “At a live show, no less.” “I tried to do my best, Sir, I really did.” Pathetically, Seth tried to explain himself. “I just had to piss, and you knew that because I told you.” “No excuses, pet,” Mistress told him. “The show must go on. If you needed to go so bad, you should've done so before you got in the ring. “There was no time, production just pushed me out. I couldn't focus-” “Mind over bladder,” Master reminded him. You're one to talk, Seth thought, remembering the time Master pissed himself on RAW. “Are you casting a defiant eye, Seth?” Mistress asked. Seth shifted his gaze back down. “No, Ma'am. No, Sir.” His owners conferred with one another for a moment, and Mistress left for the master bedroom. Seth almost thought that this scolding would be as far as his punishment went; that they would all go to bed and tomorrow it would be forgotten. But he was wrong. “There's a bigger issue, Seth,” Master began, and instantly, Seth knew it was Kane. He broke out in a cold sweat as his fear rose. “It seems you slipped and told Kane about our...arrangement.” Seth's heart raced. “I didn't meant to, Sir! He was coming down on me so hard for messing up my promo, and I was just trying to explain why I'd arrived too late to prepare; that I'd ridden with you, and he just smiled all creepy and said 'I thought so'.” Master shook his head. “You showed him your dog tags.” “No, he pulled them out of my shirt!” Seth objected. To his surprise, Master nodded, and patted Seth with casual affection. “Yes, he already knew they were there. This was a test for you, my pretty boy pet. Kane is part of the Authority, too, and he's known all about you from the start. Steph and I wanted to know how discrete you were, so she came up with the idea to have Kane get on you, to see if you'd spill the secret, and you didn't. You passed the test.” Again, Seth allowed himself hope of a reprieve. Master was being gentle, as gentle as he'd ever been to Seth. Seth let himself relax a little. He was tired and sore. “But,” Master continued, “you still really fucked up that promo.” “I'm ready for him, Hunter,” Mistress called from the bedroom, and Master led Seth inside. Mistress was kneeling on the bed, naked aside from a strap-on dildo roughly the size of Seth's cock when it was hard. “Position five,” Master ordered. “I need a piss break,” Seth said. He was scared. He'd not been mounted in a long time, and never with something that wasn't the real thing, and not something so big. Mistress pushed on Seth's lower tummy until he winced. “No you don't. If you could hold it during your crappy performance, you can hold it now. Position five.” Seth got on all fours, height of his ass adjusted for Mistress. Master slipped his shriveled cock and balls out of a sheer, flesh-colored thong, and obedient Seth sucked them as Master prepped his tight ass with lube and probing fingers. As soon as Master declared he was ready, Seth was mounted. Mistress seized him by the hips, her manicured fingernails clawing into his flesh. The dildo penetrated him rough and deep, and Seth was helpless to cry out when Mistress turned it on and it began to vibrate against his prostate and full bladder. To his surprise, it was more pleasurable than uncomfortable, but each deep thrust made him feel like he was on the verge of either pissing or cumming, and it was so intense he was writing and moaning beneath Mistress, and barely felt her claws or hair pulls. She slammed into him even harder when she came, giving him an extra-deep thrust, and Seth felt himself go, pissing uncontrollably in huge gushes, then an extreme orgasm, so much cum his jewels felt drained of it. The dildo withdrew, and Seth felt a sharp slap on his ass, well, barely. He was still dazed, not even fully aware he was laying in a pool of his own piss and cum. “Dirty dog! Look what you've done to your bed!” Mistress scolded, and slapped his ass a few more times. “What ever are we going to do with him, Hunter?” “His bed, his problem,” Master laughed. “Good thing I told the front desk to put a vinyl sheet on that bed. I told them we were traveling with a bed wetter,” Mistress laughed. “Turned out to be prophetic,” Master added. Seth was blushing. The afterglow had faded away. The small pool was cooling. The piss that escaped had only taken care of the worst of the pressure; his bladder hurt. “Someone sure likes it when I fuck him in the ass with his new toy,” Mistress sang. Seth didn't reply. He was embarrassed by his body's reaction to what he wanted to think of as rape. “Come on, Sethie, tell me how much you liked that.” “I need to piss,” Seth said, quietly. “Didn't you already piss your bed enough?” Master asked, and he and Mistress laughed. “Only a little, I'm still holding the rest and it hurts.” “Then say: 'I love your buttsex, Ma'am', and I'll get you your puppy pads.” What other choice did Seth have? “I love your buttsex, Ma'am.” His owners cracked up, but Mistress did go to the bag of etc. to get the puppy pads. “Oh, no, I forgot the puppy pads... I don't know where you should go potty, Seth.” “I can't take him out here,” Master said. “Just finish what you started in your bed,” he ordered Seth. Seth assumed the position he pissed in when Master took him outside, or he had to use a puppy pad (or few). “Oh no, no, no,” Mistress stopped him. “Sit back on your heels and aim your cock up. I want you to pee all over yourself, all the way up to that stupid patch of blonde hair.” Seth was so uncomfortably full of piss that he didn't care where he had to aim it. But, as bad as he needed to, he had trouble pissing. He sometimes did, in awkward situations, and this was definitely in that category. His owners were watching him, expectantly. He closed his eyes, and willed his bladder to work. It wanted to, but Seth was still having problems letting go. He rubbed the head of his cock briskly until the piss came, a short, weak stream that only lasted a few seconds, and only shot up to his belly. He rubbed again, and a steadier, more relieving stream came. He felt a piss shiver, and gave himself to it fully. He leaned forward and pissed in his hair, as ordered, and heady with relief, his mouth. He had drunk almost eight liters of water in preparation for being under the hot lights. He swallowed the piss, and became alarmed when he felt his cock growing fat and hard. Not only was he getting turned on by pissing on himself, in his mouth no less, if he got a full-blown erection, he wouldn't be able to finish. He let go of his cock, and let the rest of his piss tinkle noisily into the puddle he was kneeling in. Another little shiver seized him, and Seth sat back in the puddle. He couldn't believe all that had come from him. And, of course, he had to clean it up. As he got up to deal with it, Mistress smacked his ass again. “Dirty little fucker,” she said, but her tone had just a tang of playfulness, and the fanny-slap wasn't as sharp. “Take a shower and rinse your sheets. See if you can't find a way to hang them on the patio, but make sure they don't fly away.” “Yes, Ma'am.” That night, Seth slept in a real bed and enjoyed unlimited access to his own private bathroom. It gave him hope. Either his passing the Kane test, or surprise pissgasm, seemed to have opened a new door between him and his owners. He still rose early, did his morning rituals, and once Mistress left the master bedroom of the suite to order room service breakfast for all of them, went to assist Master. He held Master's pathetic, tiny cock while he took forever to do his morning piss, and also dribbled on Seth's hand, but he didn't force Seth to suck him in the shower. Today he just wanted to be washed, then sent Seth to go lay out his clothes. Since they'd be going to the airport in less than two hours, and flying directly to Atlanta, Seth chose jeans and a casual dress shirt from Master's luggage (which he'd packed a few days ago) along with the pinkest, but also the softest briefs he'd ever seen or felt. Loafers, for an easy security checkpoint screening. Once that was done, Seth turned attention to himself, and got dressed in black jeans that had faded to near-gray, and traded the orange jail shirt for one of his own WWE shirts, the latest one “Never Shuts Up”, a parody of Cena's “Never Give Up” shirt. He put on a light, Army-style coat over that, since Mistress disapproved of wearing WWE shirts outside of the ring, or scheduled public appearances. He put on skater shoes for comfort, and made sure his dog tags were under his shirt. Once Seth and his owners boarded the plane, he was surprised to find himself sitting quite far from them. They were all in first class, of course, but Seth's window seat was in the third row, and his owners were back in the last row before coach. The closer it got to takeoff, the more likely it seemed Seth wouldn't be getting a seatmate. But, he did, and to his utter dismay, it was Kane, the last person on Earth he wanted to spend hours in the sky with. Seth saw Kane grin back at Master and Mistress before he sat down. “Good morning, Tyler. Surprised to see you able to sit down today,” Kane snickered. “Don't call me that.” “Would you prefer it if I called you Mr. Black?” “No, neither. Kane, listen, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to try to sleep, okay?” Seth lied, hoping Kane would leave him alone. “Hey, can we get a pillow and blanket for sleeping beauty over here?” Kane asked loudly, and pointed down at Seth. “After takeoff, Sir,” a flight attendant replied, as she readied herself for takeoff. “She'll get you your pillow and blanket as soon as we're done taking off,” Kane unnecessarily informed Seth. “I heard you wet the bed last night. Don't worry, I won't let you do it on the plane.” “I'm not going to piss myself!” Seth snapped in a low voice. “I'm sure that's what you told yourself last night, right before-” “Shut the fuck up, Kane!” Fucking shit, was there anything his owners didn't share with Kane? “You're not helping me feel any better.” “Maybe you've got a urinary tract infection.” “I don't have a urinary tract infection.” “I said UTI as a euphemism for STD,” Kane informed him. Seth wanted to throttle him. “I don't have one of those, either. Who the hell do you think I am?” “Do you really want me to answer that, Mr. Black?” “No, I want you to leave me alone.” The flight attendant brought the pillow and blanket over to Seth. “Want me to tuck you in?” Kane asked. “I can manage, thanks.” “I'm still going to tell you what I think of you.” Seth blanched, and his palms began to sweat. “You're one of the best wrestlers on the roster right now. You hardly ever botch, and you put on a show every single time. Watching you in the ring is like watching a dancer.” Seth relaxed. He wiped his clammy hands on the blanket. “However,” Kane continued, “your mic work leaves a lot to improve upon. You need to be professional when you get thrown a curve, whether it's an accidental injury or a word you can't pronounce.” Seth nodded. “You're right.” “Of course I am. Now off to bed, I'll leave you alone.” Seth got as comfortable as he could. Even first-class seats weren't that great. He closed his eyes and mentally rehearsed his promo for Smackdown. He did not have a match, just the promo, so he would do it perfect. Nothing like what happened on RAW would ever happen again. He would never give his owners, or Kane, any reason to doubt choosing him. Then, he began to wonder if Kane, being a part of the Authority, was also part-owner of him. How should he behave towards Kane? Was Kane testing him, again? Seth definitely wouldn't be sleeping on this flight. He felt Kane get up, and a few minutes later, Seth smelled Mistress's perfume as she sat down beside him. Gently, she patted his arm, and Seth pretended to wake up. “Kane told us you said you weren't feeling well. What's wrong?” “Just a little headache,” Seth lied. Mistress put the back of her hand against Seth's forehead, and then her own. “Here, take some ibuprofen.” She handed him two, and a bottle of water. “We can't have our champion under the weather.” Seth smiled a little, and obediently, took the pills and drank the water. “Thank you, Ma'am.” “Try to get some sleep, okay?” Mistress tousled his hair, and left. Seth closed his eyes again and felt Kane settle in beside him. This time, Seth fell asleep for real, and slept through the rest of the flight. The Smackdown taping went off without a hitch or hiccup from Seth. After his promo was over, Seth could finally relax. In the locker room, Bo Dallas offered him a back rub, which Seth declined. Bo wasn't appealing to him in the least. He looked like a pig, and smelled like one, too. Seth was willing to bet he even squealed like a pig when he was greased and fucked, but he didn't want any part of that. Dean and Roman, his fellow former Shield brothers, were more to Seth's liking. He wondered if they'd be coming to the after party. Seth, being the champion, felt obligated to attend, and as property of the Authority, didn't have a choice. The after party was in a private room at an upscale Atlanta nightclub. Bo wasn't invited; Dean and Roman were, but of course, Seth was escorted there by his owners and entourage. Even though they'd agreed to suspend overt BDSM in the workplace and at workplace functions, Seth still felt the need to seek their permission, or approval. When Dean handed him a drink, Seth looked around automatically for Sir or Ma'am before remembering that, for now, he was on his own.
  7. It had been a busy, stressful time for Seth. A pay per view three nights ago, RAW two nights ago, and Smackdown last night. He was beyond tired; he was exhausted, and slept in on Wednesday morning. Fortunately, so did his Master and Mistress, Hunter and Stephanie. He beat them awake, there would be no tumbler of icy water cast upon him by Master, or thrown at him, tumbler and all, by Mistress. As usual, Seth was tethered by his chain, hooked into his leather harness. He wore expensive gold dog tags studded with diamonds. One had his name, the other was engraved Property of The Authority. Other than that, he was nude beneath his paw print blanket. His puppy bed was a futon mattress on the floor in his owner's bedroom. His custom-made lead was padlocked to the end of the bed, on Master's side. Lots of slack chain between his "bed" and theirs, but not enough to wander much beyond it, not that he had a reason to. His water bowl was beside his bed, his name was even etched on it. He was a spoiled and pampered pet, he was champion, and he was getting a huge, huge push. He was on top of the professional wrestling world, and all he'd needed to do was become the pet slave of the kinky power couple in charge of it all. Mistress had approached him with the idea when he was still in The Shield, and he'd agreed to a span of servitude equal to that of his title reign. When he cashed in Money in the Bank, his life as theirs began. He waited for Master to awaken and take him outside. Seth's restroom privileges were strictly controlled. He was only allowed to use it during his shower time and while working or at work functions. Otherwise he had to go out back, walked on a leash by Master, usually, or use puppy housebreaking pads. Seth's tether wasn't long enough (purposely) to reach his puppy pads. He had no choice but to wait, his bladder aching. He had to go so bad he thought he'd be sick. He whimpered a little, and when that didn't work to rouse Master, he got out of bed and began to pace back and forth. The rattling chain woke Master. "Lay down, Seth!" He ordered grumpily. "I...Sir, I can't. I really need to take a piss, Sir," Seth said, quickly, and helplessly whimpered again as his bladder cramped. He had to hold himself. "Damn it, Seth. Just hold it," Master ordered. He got out of bed, naked and awkward with sleepiness. He wrapped his nudity in a black robe. Seth always felt superior whenever he saw Master's dick; he didn't have much of one at all, whereas Seth was blessed with a far more sensual length, and thickness. Master unlocked the chain from around the end of the bed and led Seth outside. Seth was allowed to walk normally in the yard, but had to get on all fours, like a puppy, to piss. Sometimes Master wouldn't notice when he stopped, and tugged him over, but this morning he was paying attention, and stopped when Seth did. After Seth was relieved, he followed Master back into the house. In the bedroom, he unlocked Seth's harness, and Seth slipped it off, and slipped into what he thought of as his uniform: black boxer briefs and a jailhouse-orange t-shirt with PROPERTY OF THE AUTHORITY printed on the back in big, bold, black letters. Then, he went to do his morning chores. First, he prepared breakfast and espressos for his owners, and breakfast for himself, which he ate while making the espressos. He set up Mistress's meal and drink in her home office; she did not pamper herself in the morning. Master, however, took breakfast in bed. He carried the tray to the bedroom where Master lay under the covers, naked again. Mistress had already gone, as usual. Seth set the tray down, then knelt on the floor to wait for Master to need something. Master made short order of the food it had taken Seth more than half an hour to prepare, while answering emails and texts on his phone. Seth took the tray away, and when he returned, Master was out of bed. "I need a shower," he said. Seth went to the master bath to turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to what he knew Master favored. He hoped Master wouldn't make him come in, but of course he did; he always did. Sometimes he just told Seth to wash his back, but other times he wanted more. Seth took off his uniform and followed Master into the shower. He tried to think of it as a crowd shower in a locker room, but of course, it wasn't. This wasn't him and his fellow actor athletes after a practice or show, fucking around playfully with each other. This was showering with the boss, in his shower, at home. "Wash me," Master commanded. Seth washed Master's back, and held out the washcloth for Master to take. "Stupid Seth, I meant everywhere." Seth washed Master's whole body, head to toe, only passing over what he tried not to look at, Master's pathetic, tiny cock and shriveled balls. "All of me, Seth. Use your hands, not the washcloth." Seth washed the organs and perineum as quickly and clinically as he could. Still, the little cock got a little fat. Oh no... Seth thought, just as Master seized him by the hair and forced him down. Seth tried to plead with Master with his eyes, like any puppy dog would, but Master was unmoved. "I've got two words for you...SUCK IT!" He grabbed Seth's head with both his hands and forced him to do just that. It wasn't the first time so Seth no longer had to fight the urge to gag, but it didn't get any less degrading. It always went as long as Master wanted it to last; high and mighty Master struggled to get a full erection, let alone reach orgasm. Age and history of steroid use had left him with prostate problems and hormone imbalances. Again, Seth felt an air of superiority, even with a limpish peanut dick in his pretty mouth. After only a few minutes, Master released him. "Get me a towel." Seth did as he was told, and wrapped a second towel around his hips. He dried Master's back, but Master did the rest himself, and ordered Seth to lay out his clothes for the office; Wednesdays were the usual casual days, and from Master's walk-in closet Seth put together a nice outfit of charcoal gray dress pants, a white and gray striped dress shirt, and soft loafers. From the built-in drawers, Seth pulled out a pair of charcoal gray socks, and snickering, a gray bikini brief from a drawer of many. Master seemed to have a fetish for bikini briefs and thongs; he had dozens and dozens in every color of the rainbow, some were lacy and very feminine. Seth would never forget struggling not to laugh one afternoon while spotting for Master, who was bench pressing wearing nothing but a silky blue thong trimmed in white lace and a red ribbon rose. But, with Master doing his grooming in the bathroom, Seth was safe to chuckle. He made the bed and straightened his own things. He hung his lead and harness neatly, and folded his blanket. He sat down on his mattress and waited for Master to come out of the bathroom. Finally, he did, and ordered Seth to get ready. Seth slipped into the smelly master bath with relief. It was the only unbound, unsupervised alone time he enjoyed in his servitude, and even Master taking a shit (sometimes not even flushing), right before leaving didn't spoil the bathroom sanctuary for Seth. He'd simply spray Febreeze and take his sweet time with his grooming. Shit, shave, but he usually opted for the Jacuzzi tub rather than the shower. Unless, of course, he was told to hurry. Not this morning, though. He was free to soak in the bubbles until the bathwater cooled. The bathwater itself he scented with blue salts smelling of a tropical shore. But too soon, the water cooled, and Seth reluctantly drained the tub and toweled off. He cleaned the bathroom and got dressed in his uniform; the orange jail shirt and black boxer briefs. "Seth! Seth, get your lazy ass in here!" Master called him from the kitchen. Seth hurried to Master and froze in shock. The kitchen, which Seth had left clean and sparkling, had been defiled. "I was still hungry, so I thought I'd get myself a bowl of cereal. I'm afraid I... made a bit of a mess." Master stifled a laugh. Seth looked at the Lucky Charms and milk all over the counter, table, and floor, and grew red from impotent anger, which dissolved into despair. Tears welled in his eyes as he soaked up the mess on the table with paper towels. He sniffled. "Are you crying?" Master demanded. The tears spilled over, but Seth said nothing. If he spoke, he'd say something so ugly Master would destroy him, literally or just career-wise, but to Seth, career was everything. He had to be the best of the best, he would die if he had to wrestle in TNA, abroad, or even worse in some regional outfit. "You are crying, aren't you?" Master asked, but his tone was mock disbelief, devoid of any caring. Seth stayed mute, working on the mess Master had made on purpose. The tears continued to fall. He wished Master would leave him alone. "Honey, come on, we've gotta go," called Mistress to Master. "What about stupid Seth?" he asked her. "I guess he can come along. You know how everyone always wants to see the champ," Mistress replied. "You hear that, Seth?" Master asked. "Stop crying and get ready to go to the office." Mistress laughed. "He's crying?" She looked to confirm it. "Fuck yeah he is...Seth, there's no crying in wrestling! Hunter, what the hell did you to him?" "Nothing out of the usual," Master replied, and he and Mistress shared a laugh. "Maybe a day at the office isn't the best thing for our champion," Mistress pondered. "No, Ma'am, I want to go, please, Ma'am!" Seth begged. Master and Mistress whispered back and forth for what seemed like an eternity to Seth. "Okay, you can come along," Mistress said in the same tone she would use with a dog. "Hurry up and get dressed up nice. Don't forget your belt." Seth hurried back to the master bedroom to dress in his best for the office, all in black, dog tags hidden beneath his dress shirt. He didn't forget his championship belt, either. Nor would he forget what it symbolized, ultimate success. "There now, don't you look nice? Mistress half-complimented. "Do you need to go outside and go potty before we leave?" "No, Ma'am." "Are you sure?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Okay, get in the car." Seth loved going into work now that he was the champion, he was the center of attention. Also, he and his owners had agreed to a suspension of BDSM in the workplace. He was as free as they were. He went out for a late lunch with Joey and Jamie, and posted about it on Instagram. He posed with a few random fans for pics, and signed a few autographs. He hung out with the writers and peeked at future storylines. He stopped by video editing and watched some commercials featuring himself. Too soon, it was time to go to a late dinner in town. Just him and The Authority, in a private dining room at an upscale steakhouse. Due to the intimacy, and the amount of liquor his owners consumed, some of the BDSM tendencies kicked back in, and Seth was ordered to drink, too. He took it slow, but by the time the meal was over, he was feeling warm, fuzzy, buzzed. He excused himself. "No, I don't think so," Master said. Seth froze. His bladder, which felt like a hot ball, due to the alcohol, cramped. Seth winced, and sat down quickly, and rocked back and forth. "I don't know, Hunter. I don't want him peeing all over the car," Mistress ventured. "Good point," Master agreed. "You may be excused," he told Seth. "Thank you, Sir." Seth hurried from the room, blushing. Master and Mistress just looked annoyed. When Seth came back to the table, Mistress was signing a credit card slip for the check. Time to go back to where he'd been staying since he'd won the title. He couldn't think of it as "home". He had a pretty good feeling he was going to have a bad night. When Mistress drank, she got horny, and mean. The combination never bode well for Seth. Since Master was unable, Seth would stand in for whatever Mistress wanted with a cock, while Master watched, or helped, or … In the master bedroom, Seth was ordered to undress. He did, his heart beating hard. He was scared. He felt a drop of cold sweat run down his spine, all the way to the crack of his ass. He knew it was going to hurt. His bladder throbbed and he felt like he was going to be sick, and nothing to do with the liquor. Master locked him into his harness, but rather than hooking up his lead, Seth was ordered to drink three shots. Seth wanted to protest, he really didn't want to drink any more. He didn't want to get sick or have a hangover, which would lead to him being off all day tomorrow, no good during rehearsal or while practicing his lines. But, he knew that any resistance would only make his experience worse. The shots did numb him, and he did not turn down the beer offered to help wash them down, a rare mercy from Master. But, the reprieve was short-lived. Before he knew it, he was bent over a dressing table chair and handcuffed to it. Seth relaxed a little; he could handle spankings, paddlings, even the belt. Fortunately, Mistress didn't go further than that, at least she hadn't yet. "You've been a bad boy, Seth!" Mistress was clad in thigh-high black leather boots and black leather teddy, and carried a paddle, a wooden one like those used for hazing in frat houses everywhere. Seth felt it slam down on his ass, but with the numbing effect of the booze, he didn't feel that part so much. What hurt was his bladder. He'd broken the seal, and every paddle whack made him struggle not to piss. He had to squirm and try to pinch his cock between his legs. Mistress noticed. "Awww, do you have to pee?" "Yes, Ma'am." "That's too bad, you'll have to wait." "But, Ma'am-" "Butts are for kicking. Hunter is making drinks now, he'll take you out in a bit." She gave him another whack. "Please, Ma'am, stop," Seth begged, as he tried not to piss. Mistress giggled. "Stop? But, I'm just getting started." Master brought the drinks. "Thanks babe," Mistress said. "Dog needs to go out." "Bet he does," Master laughed drunkenly. Seth whimpered. He really didn't want to piss on the carpet, the punishment for that would certainly be something painful as hell, but bound to the chair, it was going to happen. His cock burned with the piss that threatened to leak out, and he knew he could only hold on for another minute, maybe two. "Please, Sir, Ma'am! I don't want to piss on the floor, and I'm about to, please don't make me piss on the floor!" Seth begged desperately., "You'd better not piss on the floor!" Mistress snapped. "Hunter, take him outside!" "Alright, alright." Master unlocked the handcuffs and Seth immediately held himself and sat back on his heels. He looked down in amazement at his swollen bladder. No wonder he was sheer seconds from pissing all over the place. "I really can't hold it, Sir!" Seth cried. "I won't make it outside!" Mistress laid out a puppy pad where the chair had been, and Seth pounced on it. He tried to piss slowly, to be neat about it, but his poor bladder wanted to explode. The puppy pad was soaked in no time. Lucky for Seth, Mistress had laid out another, because he couldn't stop pissing. He could slow the flow, but his body wanted the piss out, and pushed it out in huge gushes. The second puppy pad was reaching capacity. Mistress put down a third, and a fourth, and stood back, shaking her head. Seth was finally able to regain control over himself, and by the time he reached the fourth pad, he took a moment to recover. He sat back on his heels. He knew there was still more piss left in him, but his bladder hurt. "Are you finally done?" Mistress asked. "No!" Seth almost snapped, but he caught himself, and tacked on a "Ma'am". "Hurry up, I'm not done with you, yet." Of course not, Seth thought, bitterly as he made his sore bladder work somewhat, in short spurts. He thought it was finally empty, but because he'd been made to drink, he knew he'd need to go again soon, unless he drank some water. Seth went to get the trashcan, and sneak a glass of water. He cleaned up his mess, and took the trashcan back to the kitchen, sneaking in another glass of water. The water made him feel a lot better. He wasn't as drunk, and his somewhat queasy stomach was calmed. When he went back to the master bedroom, he was immediately handcuffed by Master, and led to the Tool Shed. Seth noticed Master's femme black thong, mesh with floral embellishments, and almost laughed aloud. In the Tool Shed, Seth was led to the ring (a smaller version of where he was a star) and handcuffed to a ring post, between the middle and lower turnbuckles. He could sit, but not stand. Mistress approached, vibrating tool in hand, lube in the other. She dripped the ice-cold lube into Seth's lap, and began using the tool on him. Seth got hard. "Good boy," Mistress praised, and straddled him. She rode him, and Seth did his best to think sexy thoughts, but it was hard to stay hard when his boss was twisting his nipples, slapping his face, and pulling his hair. Her nails scratched deep into his shoulders. Seth did not enjoy pain. All he could do was hope she came soon, and to help, he adjusted his hips, thrusting the entire length of his cock into her. That did the trick. Mistress cried out, raked her nails down his back, and Seth felt her orgasm. Master watched with approval, stroking his man-pantied crotch. Seth lost his erection immediately. Cold and businesslike, Mistress got up and wrapped herself in a silk robe. It was a symbolic gesture, she was done for the night. But, Master wasn't. "I can't cum, but all those drinks made me need a piss. I think I'll use Seth," Master decided. "Oh! That's a great idea!" Mistress exclaimed. "I was going to go to the bathroom, but why bother? I can piss on Seth, too!" Laughing, Mistress crouched on the bottom rope, grabbed the top rope to steady herself, and pissed right on Seth's chest. "Come on, Hunter! This is fun!" Mistress's piss ran down his chest and belly off into the ring. Master, not wanting to step in it, chose to piss on Seth's face, from the steel steps. Master's piss ran into the scratches on Seth's shoulders and made them sting, and once Master realized that, he concentrated his stream there, instead. Master uncuffed him once they'd finished pissing on him, and took off his harness. "Since you've been a good boy, you don't need to sleep in this tonight." "Thank you, Sir." Seth was truly grateful, the harness was terrible to sleep in. "Clean up your mess and go to bed." "Yes, Sir. May I shower, Sir?" Master considered it. "I guess so. After you clean up your mess." "Yes, Sir." Seth cleaned up the Tool Shed, showered, and happily went to bed on his futon mattress. He fell asleep right way, dreaming of greatness.
  8. Last night i went to spend some time with my friend for the forth of july. this is my usual pee buddy friend. the night before i had got very aroused by the thought of peeing on the floor and i was surprised at how wet i was. We'd actually had trouble with me getting into the mood for our casual sexy times him being a guy just me being around makes him hard but with me it took a bit more work... I texted him that night explaining that i thought pee was the only way id be able to get wet enough for him to... you know. go in. (wet as in, arousal not the actual pee) He texted back he knew that and i shared my desire to pee outside so he could record it. nothing he had a problem with but i was never able to get the chance. Anyway, i spent the day at his house and we didnt do a whole lot later that night we did make smores and do sparklers but the bugs were annoying so we came back inside. We watched a bit of tv before he whispered to me "i wanna do it with your panties on" I wasnt surprised, it was something weve only done maybe 3 times so i agreed. We went to his room and laid down on the bed. our foreplay was talking about pee things, me peeing on him or wetting the underwear i had put on so he could f*ck me in them. He teased he pee on me "no dont the beds gonna get wet!" he laughed and replied "so" and let out a squirt of pee right on my arm. that did it for me, i was as aroused as i could get or so i thought. i had to pick between doing things on the bed or floor. the bed is just an air mattress so i really wasnt feeling that so i chose the floor. just like i wanted to do yesterday. I was on top, and i had moved my panties to the side, We got into it, and i spent the time doing my part while stopping to squirt out pee. he really seemed to enjot it, i keep doing it as much as i could and i thought i had let it all out. i was soaked with pee and the floor was pretty wet to. My friend said he didnt wanna cum because he wanted to stay in side me, but i sorta forced it outta him.. he was so aroused he wanted me to do oral, right after i had peed on him "i dont care if theres pee on it, just suck it!" he said pushing my head down. I dont like the taste of pee but it was pretty diluted so i didnt mind. he came twice. He laid there after his second shot, i stood up knowing i still had pee left in me. i told him i was gonna pee on him and to cover his face. i stood up like a boy spread myself and started to pee, it shot out in a thick clear stream, i moved back and aimed at his belly button his chest and penis. and i couldnt help but smile and laugh. the floor was soaked and so was my friend. my pee has sugar in it, so after it dried it was kinda sticky, so we dried off and cleaned up with some baby wipes. I got to pee myself, the floor, give a golden shower. and pee while having sex, a 4 in 1 on the forth of july :)
  9. Back at the party, Seth paused before a mirror in the lobby. He straightened his collar, and walked into the party like he was walking on to a yacht, and right into Kane. “Why, Tyler, I haven't seen you all night.” “It's Seth.” Dr. My-Sack Yankit, the Lita rapist corpse-fucker, he wanted to add, but didn't. “Ambrose and I got locked out on the patio.” Kane laughed. The Bella twins shoved between them, dragging Alicia Fox between them. Foxy was moaning that she was going to throw up. “Morning sickness?” Kane called after them. Seth laughed, and followed Kane to the VIP section. His owners were in a lush, half-moon booth, still enjoying drinks and canapes. “Look who I found,” Kane announced. “Seems some smart ass locked our champ and Mr. Ambrose out on the patio.” “Now who would do that?” Mistress asked no one in particular. Seth answered. “I'm pretty sure it was Bo Dallas, Ma'am. But, I think he was just trying to be funny. You know how he is.” Seth had decided not to ask the Authority to find a reason to fire Bo, since Bo's stunt had facilitated his playtime with Dean. “Indeed,” Mistress replied, dryly. “Little weirdo; I can't wait until his contract expires.” The Authority and Seth laughed, and he and Kane sat down in the booth, too. Seth ordered water from the cocktail waitress. “That...thing is the only one I've ever had to order to wear underwear,” Master sneered, after the waitress left. “You would think something like that would just be common decency, or even common sense, but no, not to Bo.” “Being in the ring with him is truly a disgusting experience,” Seth said. “We try to minimize that,” Kane replied, seriously. “We gave him a stupid gimmick, too. All you have to do is Bo-lieve!” Seth felt good, on the same level with the Authority, but he knew it was just an illusion. He left the party early, to ready the suite for sleep. In his room, Seth stripped out of his dress clothes and buried his face in them; they smelled faintly of Dean's cologne. His underwear was stained with precum and smelled like Dean's piss. He put them in his laundry bag, tucked his again-erect cock into black boxer briefs, and pulled on the orange jail shirt. He turned down the master bed and laid out the robes and a gown for Mistress; Master always slept naked. He put a bottle of water on both nightstands. Then, his phone, which he'd tucked into the waistband of his boxers, vibrated. A text from Dean! Seth's heart pitter-pattered. Just woke up, really need to pee, J's passed out in the bathroom. I'm about to wet my bed! What should I do? Seth looked at the time. Did he dare? It was Dean, hell yeah he dared! He texted back: I'll be right down. You can piss on me. He yanked his dress pants back on and swapped the jail shirt for “Never Shuts Up”. He grabbed his key card and dashed downstairs to Dean's room. He knocked softly, and Dean flung it open, clearly desperate and flustered. “Is Jey really passed out in there?” Seth asked, thumbing at the bathroom door. “Uh-huh,” Dean replied, miserably. “If you listen close, you can hear him snoring. He's been in there forever, and I really gotta pee; I even peed my briefs a little and-” “Honey, it's okay, I'm here now.” Seth kissed him softly before sitting down in the desk chair. “Come here.” Dean, still wearing his damp briefs, climbed into Seth's lap, and Seth instantly heard that distinct hissing noise before feeling Dean's piss soak his crotch again. “Oh, fuck...I'm peeing my briefs...I'm trying...I'm trying to stop...I'm trying...Oh, fuck, I can't stop!” Dean managed to pull down the front of his soaked briefs, and a huge gush of piss drenched Seth's WWE t-shirt. “Sorry, Seth!” “No, it's okay, I love it.” Seth took control of Dean's pissing cock, and aimed it towards his own mouth and let Dean fill it. “Wow, you really are a dirty boy, aren't you?” Seth swallowed, even though he didn't like the spent-alcohol flavor. “Yeah, I'm a dirty little fucker. Filthy in thoughts, words, and deeds.” “I fucking love it!” Dean declared, and kissed Seth right on his pissy mouth before getting up and discarding the wet briefs. “Hey, can I have those?” Seth asked. Dean grinned and handed him the wet underwear. “That's a first, never had anyone ask me for my undies.” “My first time asking for someone's.” “Let me get you some dry clothes.” “It's not necessary.” Dean giggled. “What if someone sees you?” Seth smirked. “I fell in the pool.” Dean handed him a pair of sweats and a wifebeater. “Okay, I'll put the pants on.” Reluctantly, Seth slipped out of the wet things and folded them neatly, with Dean's briefs tucked inside, and pulled on Dean's pants. Dean snugged him. “You're so cute. Thank you for coming by and letting me pee on you.” “Anytime,” Seth said, and gave Dean a quick kiss. “Sweet dreams, bad boy.” “Good night, babe.” Seth ran as fast as he could with a hard on all the way back to the presidential suite, hoping his owners had not beat him there. If they had, he would have some explaining to do. Luckily, the suite was still empty when he arrived. He didn't know how much time he had left, though. He hid the bundle of wet clothes under his bed and traded Dean's sweats for his uniform. He put his dog tags on and went to the sitting room to wait. He couldn't stop thinking about Dean. It dawned on him that for the first time in years that he had a crush! It seemed stupid, not to mention juvenile, but the feelings were the same. Just to think of Dean made his face red, his heart throb, and the butterflies flutter in his belly. He could smell Dean's piss on his skin, a primal, erotic thing, and he got hard. He awoke to the voices of his owners. Master's somewhat sarcastic: “Awww, look.” Mistress's somewhat tender: “Poor Sethie, he must be exhausted.” Seth couldn't believe he'd fallen asleep on the floor of the sitting room. Quickly, he got on his knees. “I'm sorry Sir, Ma'am.” He stifled a yawn. “You're good, Seth,” Master said, and patted him, then drew away, and looked down upon him with suspicion. “You smell like piss.” Seth reddened. He had no idea what to say. His tired mind frantically scrambled for an excuse, or even a response, but he couldn't come up with one. He began to get scared. Mistress sniffed. “Oh yeah he does. Did you have an accident, Sethie?” Seth was relieved, Mistress had made the excuse for him. Feigning shame, he nodded. “Oh jeez,” Master shook his head. “You're almost thirty years old, what's wrong with you? Well?” He prodded, when Seth didn't reply. “I tried to hit the men's on my way out of the party, but there was a line. Then, I accidentally left the elevator on the wrong floor, but I thought it was the right floor, so I got lost trying to find the room,” Seth lied, in his meekest voice. “Stupid Seth,” Master laughed. “I think you must be bleaching your brain along with that streak in your hair.” Mistress laughed, too, then remembered the internet. “How many people saw you?” “No one...Well, I passed by some people, and there were the people in the elevator, which is how I ended up getting out on the wrong floor, but that was all before I pissed my pants.” “No one saw you afterwards?” She asked. “No, I was already in here when it happened.” “Whew, thank goodness. Thought for a moment we had another scandal on our hands,” Mistress said, visibly relieved. Seth blushed, since he'd already caused one this year with his naked pictures. “And you didn't even have the sense or decency to take a shower.” Master shook his head. “I didn't know when you were coming back,” Seth said. “I wanted to make sure you didn't need anything right away.” “Did you at least clean up your puddle?” Mistress asked. “Yes, Ma'am.” “You didn't wet the carpet?” “No, Ma'am, I was in the bathroom when it happened.” Mistress was apparently satisfied, and went into the master bedroom, but Master lingered. “So let me see,” Master began. “You made it all the way to the bathroom and you still couldn't use it properly?” Seth was hating this, elaborating a lie he might have to remember later. “I couldn't hold it.” “Stupid Seth, don't you have an ounce of self-control?” “Yes, Sir, I do.” Master unhooked his belt, and pulled it from his dress pants. “Go to your room, Seth.” He folded the belt in half, and cracked it. Seth obeyed. He knew Master was going to whip him for “having an accident”, but it was worth it. He would suffer a thousand lashings with Master's belt and tell the biggest lies if it meant he could play with Dean again. Seth realized his room smelled like Dean's piss, too, from the clothes he'd thrown under the bed. He hoped Master wouldn't notice, but of course he did. “Your room smells like piss, too. Didn't you say you cleaned up? Did you lie to me and my wife, Seth?” “Yes, Sir, I cleaned up, but I forgot to rinse my clothes. I'm sorry, Sir.” “Strip, and get into position four. Time to punish you for your accident.” Master ordered. Master had already stripped, down to “manties”, this time a purple and pink zebra-striped thong. Seth took off his uniform and bent over, holding his ankles. It was going to hurt, he knew, Master never fooled around when it came to giving his pet the belt, but he guessed he deserved it; he was a dirty boy, even if he hadn't had an accident. Master whipped him with the belt five times, hard. It wasn't the worst Master had ever whipped him, but Seth knew he would still have welts, and would have to be careful changing in the locker room. “Go rinse out your clothes immediately, and air out this room,” Master ordered. “Sometimes I wonder how you got as far as you have without someone keeping you in check.” “Yes, Sir,” Seth said, dutifully, ass still aflame. “I don't ever want to come upon a mess like this from you again, understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Wake us up tomorrow at ten.” “Yes, Sir.” “Good night, pet.” “Good night, Sir.” Finally, Master left, and a wave of relief washed over Seth. He'd pulled it off, he'd done dirty deeds with Dean, and no one was the wiser. He laughed at his own pun, and pulled the pile of wet clothes out from under his bed. He found Dean's briefs, and pressed them to his face, feeling the cool dampness and smelling his scent. Seth placed them under his pillow, and went to rinse the rest of his clothes and hang them on the shower curtain rod. He inspected the welts on his ass, one for every lashing, but none were bleeding. Satisfied with his day, he went to bed and curled up with Dean's briefs. He couldn't wait to see him again. He hoped to see him in his dreams.
  10. Tonight I met icewolf, and even though I had a cold, and wasn't feeling my best, I still had a really awesome time with him. First, I took him to a park, which was surprisingly crowded, but I still pissed myself in the woods for him while sitting on a fallen log. I was wearing jeans that made it very obvious, so I tied my sweater around my waist so as not to upset the other park goers. Back at the car, I had to piss again after awhile, so I got out and partially screened myself with my door, but I don't think it did much good; people were coming and going while I stood there casually soaking my jeans the rest of the way, and leaving a puddle on the pavement. I know people saw me, quite a few, but I didn't care, because I was having too much fun doing it. No way was my little sweater going to hide that, haha. I told him I wanted to pee on him, so we went to my place. I had to pee again right away when we got there. He didn't want to get his clothes wet, since he didn't bring any extras, so he stripped down to his boxers, I put a folded quilt on the floor (which really did no good) and sat down in his lap and pissed myself again, and soaked his light blue boxers, which he'd already spotted with pre. Super hot, love it when guys leak for me. I peed on him a bunch more times, in just my undies, and naked, once on his chest and tummy (it ran all the way up to his neck), but mostly right on his guy parts, which he greatly enjoyed :) He peed on me once, too, from my breasts down to my kitty, and it felt amazing! I can still smell his piss on my skin, and his cologne on my hands. I'd go on more, but I've got to be up in four hours.
  11. I made two vids last night and posted them to xtube. The first is a request, a long holding session while trying to do chores and finally wetting, the second CONTAINS NUDITY (just a forewarning) and features me unable to stop laughing as I pee on a toy dinosaur. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=vJu6Q-S293-#.VBIGUmPEeD8 http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=c1Dfv-S393-#.VBIHW2PEeD8
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