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A tall, long haired blonde woman looms over me, her green eyes staring down at me. I feel even smaller standing below the full-bladdered woman. She stares down at me through her mask and I suddenly feel the overwhelming need to piss in front of her. The woman’s eyes turn hazel as she also becomes pissneedy.
“Piss,” she commanded me.
My pants become warm and wet as my piss is quickly released into my undergarments. It trickles down my inner thighs and pools down at the bottom of my ball gown and I fret about the yellow stains that will be left on the petticoat, yet the warmth of the piss is comforting like a mother’s warm embrace.
The woman looks thoroughly pleased with my obedience and she too begins to piss. She begins to embrace me and sweeps the hair out of my face, her piss seeps through my ball gown and warms my torso. The domineer then puts her hands around my waist with a strong and assertive grip. A shiver races up my spine and my piss spills again, only a bit this time.
She leans into my ear and whispers “what’s your name, pissbaby?”
“Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, madam.” I respond with a whimper. “What would your name happen to be?”
“Lorelai, my last name is need to know only, kitten.”
Lorelai’s hands make their way up my torso all the way to my head where she gently starts to scratch my scalp before plucking out my hairs one by one. She then brings her hair filled hands to her mouth and begins to eat them with great enjoyment. I watch in awe as she harvests more of my hairs to eat, something about the experience makes me feel a way nobody has made me feel before and I squirm beneath her ever strong gaze.
She leans back into my ear and begins to gnaw on my hair. “If the church were to find out about this, we’d both be in quite the pickle. You’d best keep your mouth shut lest we become excommunicated, my little piss pet.” She goes back to gnawing and tugging on my hair, and my ball gown becomes warm once more, this time with the piss of the quonker standing before me rather than my own. I shiver a bit and tilt my head back into her hands.
“Lick the piss off my shoes like the filthy animal you are.” She pushes me to the ground and pulls a revolver to my head. The thrill of the gun is exhilarating and I quickly begin to lap up Lorelai’s lukewarm piss, thoroughly enjoying it for a good minute.
“What a good piss puppy you are, Ebony.”