Teddy Gets a Taste of Domination
As the bottle made contact with their lips and they began to pour the warm piss into their mouth they gagged a little bit.
As Teddy rode on the 6 train downtown, they became increasingly aware of the print their cage was making through their lululemon joggers. “There are few times I would ever think this,’ Teddy thought, “but maybe I should’ve gotten some looser pants.” Their eyes darted around the train to see if anyone had clocked them. Teddy locked eyes with an older woman down the train and immediately blushed. Though the woman didn’t know why Teddy was blushing, they still felt the humiliation, a rush of adrenaline unlike any other they had experienced, like strong butterflies. “Do I have a humiliation kink?” Teddy thought. Before they could answer their question, the doors to the Grand Central stop opened and they poured onto the platform.
They walked to the 7 train platform at a steady clip, focused on their destination rather than where they were going. A man in his late-twenties bumped into Teddy, accidentally tapping on their nub. Strong butterflies again. Teddy immediately blushed. “Did he notice? He must have.” Either way he was too far down the corridor to have a recognizable reaction.
The rest of their commute mirrored the first leg. Sudden awareness of nub print, blush, butterflies, repeat. It seems this routine is something Teddy will need to get used to. The coffee shop was close to the train stop. Just before entering, Teddy opened WhatsApp to let #48 know they’ve arrived.
“Here, Sir,” Teddy texted #48.
“Waiting outside like that isn’t going to get your hole any wider,” he replied.
Teddy stepped through the entryway and immediately locked eyes with #48, who was sitting at a table mid-shop. Although he was much shorter than Teddy imagined (around 5’4”) he looked just as his photos did. Salt and pepper hair, trimmed beard, and eyes that sparkled like a freshly polished apple. He wore a racerback tank top narrow enough on the chest that his pierced nipples peaked out, giving Teddy a sneak preview of what his 0 gauge Prince Albert might look like. Though he had a beard, the rest of his body appeared to be smooth. #48 stood up, smiled, and raised his arms for a hug.
Teddy couldn’t help but let their eyes wander toward #48’s smooth pits. They began to salivate with the thought of burying their nose in that smooth crevice.
They embraced. #48 smelled sweet with light musk. He squeezed a little tighter than Teddy had expected. Probably to feel the outline of their cage against his abdomen.
“Nice to finally meet in person,” #48 said.
“You too, Sir,” Teddy said, coyly.
Teddy noticed a drawstring bag hanging off the back of #48’s seat, weighed down by a heavy, rounded object. #48 seized the moment to comment on it.
“Curious about the toy?,” #48 asked.
“Increasingly,” Teddy replied.
“It’s big enough to get a fist and a little bit more in, but don’t worry, slut, it won’t split you in two. Before I hand it over, though, I believe there’s something you owe me.”
Teddy took a deep breath, chills running down their spine as they reached into their pocket to grab the keyring with two small keys on it. For a moment, they thought about handing over only one, but what would be the fun in that? Teddy placed the keys on the table. #48 quickly grabbed them and handed over the drawstring bag.
Teddy went to open the bag. “Not until you get home,” #48 interrupted.
“Fineeeeeeee,” Teddy whined. “Should we grab a coffee or something and hang out for a little?”
“I have other plans, slut,” #48 said, procuring an empty Gatorade bottle. “I want you to take this to the bathroom, hold your little clit in the opening, fill it with piss, and come back. You’re to drink the entire bottle in front of me while I enjoy a latte.”
Teddy blushed. They had never done any water sports before, let alone drink an entire bottle of piss. Dedicated to their new Dom, however they obliged. In the single person bathroom, they screwed off the top of the bottle, closed their eyes and released. Once they finished, they looked down. “Clear. Good thing I hydrated before coming.”
They returned to the table where #48 sat. He locked eyes with Teddy. “Be a good slut and take a sip. I want you to savor the whole bottle. Don’t chug it.” Teddy brought the bottle close to their face. A familiar aroma wafted out of the bottle, making Teddy wince a little bit.
As the bottle made contact with their lips and they began to pour the warm piss into their mouth they gagged a little bit. The acidic and salty flavor wasn’t exactly what they had expected. “Don’t cause a scene, slut. We don’t want people to notice what you’re drinking,” #48 warned.
“Right, sir,” Teddy replied.
They took a deep breath and began to drink the warm fluid, suddenly aware that they’re in public and anyone could figure out that the bottle is in fact not full of Gatorade. As their piss slid down their throat, they slowly became more comfortable. They continued to sip. “Goooood slut,” #48 said rubbing his hand against Teddy’s free one as they slowly savored their drink.