The Instrument - Chapter Eleven - Piss
By Big Brother Alan
A mini-novel about sexual slavery, humiliation, degradation, redemption and escape


The next week was spent following our old routine of morning sex with Kim and
daylong availability for Jessica. Jessica became almost frantic in her need
for orgasms. It was like she was addicted to it or maybe in some kind of
training. From the very beginning I knew she could reach multiple orgasms in a
long succession. But lately she's been demanding one or two orgasms followed
by an hour or so doing something else followed by another quick one. The
entire day for her is broken into small tasks punctuated by tongue sessions -
as many as ten or fifteen. I can't believe she is climaxing each time. It's
like she's following a schedule or something.

Once, she stayed nude all day long. I was brought in early and she casually
ate her breakfast while I ate her. She had a kind of high tray on wheels that
would roll into place over my head when I was on the bench. She used it for
her laptop or to hold a magazine or to eat a meal. Her breakfast included
yogurt and fruit. In the middle of reading the paper and popping strawberries
into her mouth and while I was licking her pussy, she said, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, Mistress. A bit."

She took one of her strawberries and inserted it into her vagina. I had to
retrieve my breakfast from her pussy. She took a spoonful of yogurt and rubbed
it all over her labia and pubic hair before putting the spoon in my mouth.
Then, I had to lick her clean. Grapes were especially difficult. She placed
one between her lips and it squirted inwards too far for me to reach. I had to
wait for gravity and her relaxing muscles to bring it close enough for me to
eat. She did one thing that I found amazing. She placed a large grape into her
vagina and even though her legs were spread apart she was able to crush the
juice out of the grape into my mouth. The grape came out as a flattened skin.
I thought, "What a way to make wine. If only we could find a way to mass
produce it that way."

After breakfast, she continued to read. She said, "Stop," and I waited
patiently for her. After a while she got up to use the bathroom, returned to
her position, and opened her notebook computer. "Lick," she said. I began to
work her over, getting a slightly metallic taste from a few drops of her urine
that she must have dribbled after she pissed. She reached an orgasm. "Stop,"
she commanded. I waited, at the ready. The day continued like this. She did
her workout, still in the nude. When she finished she got back into position
with her water bottle and the TV remote. "Lick," she ordered. I drank from her
sweaty cunt. As she drank from her bottle, sweat beaded up on her chest and
abdomen and dripped down into my waiting mouth. She was gyrating a little -
another orgasm coming on.

Lunch, but this time none for me. She was currently between orgasms and had me
waiting. The phone rang and she began lengthy conversations with various
people - her mother, I think; some friend, probably another witch; an
associate - during this entire time she had her pussy lips spread over my
face. She told me to be still and she just wriggled, face fucking me for a
slow buzz. When she hung up, I said, "Mistress?"

"Speak."

"Mistress, I need to piss."

Then she did something that took me completely by surprise. She moved down to
my penis. She put her face close to it. She said, "How badly? A lot or a
little?"

"I think just a little, Mistress."

Then, she said, "Go ahead," and she took my penis into her mouth. She didn't
suck on me or stroke me but I must say my need to urinate disappeared and was
replaced by an instant erection. She rose and said, "Did you need to piss or
was this just some lame attempt to get a blow job?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. You caught me off guard and I've never pissed in
anyone's mouth before."

"Well, I thought I would turn this into a little lesson. You see, urine is
sterile and quite honestly it doesn't taste that bad. In a survival situation
drinking your own piss can postpone death by thirst for at least a week. You
need to learn that. So when you've calmed down, urinate."

I've got to tell you I've never had so difficult a time urinating. After an
interminable length of time I was able to start a weak stream of piss. Jessica
drank it straight from my penis. After I started I was able to empty my
bladder and Jessica drank every bit of it. I couldn't believe it. I had come
to expect nothing but humiliation and degradation from her and here I was
pissing into her mouth.

She stayed down there. My erection returned. She became the lotus blossom
again. It was easier for me to just lay my head back and look up at the
ceiling. She had such a gentle touch. I experienced a slow and almost sleepy
orgasm. It was pleasurable to be sure, but not in that explosive, screaming
way. Rather it was like a backrub that just felt good all over.

Jessica got up and disappeared for a bit. When she returned, she simply took
up her usual position and turned on a soft porn movie. "Lick me," she
commanded.

After thirty minutes went by, she paused the movie and said, "I'm going to
urinate in your mouth. I'll let it trickle out slowly so you can catch it all.
Drink it. Do not let it dribble down your neck and onto the floor."

"Oh God," I thought. "Here it comes. I've been dreading a day like this for a
long time." I immediately encountered that slightly familiar metallic taste.
At first Jessica just dripped and I was able to drink it mixed with her other
juices and my own saliva. But then the urine began to overpower all the other
tastes. I drank and I felt dirty and humiliated. I felt used. I felt like a
toilet. I had gotten used to being a dildo, a sex toy, a vibrator. I even got
used to Jessica's musty, thick workout juices. But now I was just a toilet.
The piss filled my senses. Would she never stop? I felt a bit trickle down my
neck. Oh, please don't punish me for that. I'll try harder. I drank. I
slurped. I swallowed.

It felt like too long a time but I must have gone into some kind of trance.
When I snapped out of it Jessica was gyrating and grinding her clitoris
against my upper lip. I found it with my tongue and grabbed it with my teeth
and she let out a squeal of pleasure. I held her clit in my teeth. Oh, how
easy it would be to bite right through it. But I didn't. Instead, I worked it
back and forth between my teeth. I pursed my lips and sucked hard on it as if
I were giving her clit a hickey. She almost popped. She grabbed my head with
both hands and began wildly pumping on my face. I lost control. From that
point on, I was just along for the ride. She humped my face until she was
done. Unlike Kim, when Jessica is done she gets up. She doesn't seem to savor
her orgasms the way Kim does.