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Pottymouth

So as I said yesterday, Master had wanted to hogtie and face fuck me the other night. But then we got into a snit.

It was one of those incredibly ridiculous things that seems to take on a life of it’s own. Like arguing over a spoon, you know? No point, no real dissension, just two people saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and not being adult enough to curb it.

I was getting the stuff out for his planned fun; the jaw spreader and the cuffs. I asked him a question, an either/or question about the plans. His answer? No. But it wasn’t a yes or no question, dammit. No to which one? Both? Neither? It just rubbed me the wrong way. I know, stupid, right?

I got snippy when I asked for clarification on the ’no’, and he snapped back, so I snapped back even harder. Then he was like, "you know, I’m about two seconds away from saying ’fuck it’ about this" and I was like, "yeah well, so am I!" so he threw down the stuff and stomped away and I huffed and went to bed –

Just.. dumb. Very dumb.

Soooo… no bad deed goes unpunished, dontcha know. Master’s preferred method of dealing with a pottymouth is to show me exactly what a pottymouth’s use is.

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I just hate that. It’s bad enough that I have to be all humbled and feel stupid for blowing up in the first place, coupled with the humiliation of being that close in contact with the toilet (which is just not pleasant, ever), on top of hearing him remind me in exact words that I’m a pottymouth, AND that I really, really dislike the taste of urine something awful… just not a good time. At all.

I know some people do the whole pee-drinking thing with success, and it’s all kinds of service-oriented – but for me, it contains a high enough dose of squick factor that the service aspect is wiped out, and the objectification is overshadowed. And.. I just hate it. The end. I hate it a tiny bit less when it’s done simply because he wants to and I can somewhat grab a hold of how perverted it is, but even then, it tastes bad and the aftertaste is bad and he *always* gets it up my nose. Always! On purpose, I might add. The essence of it hangs around for-fucking-ever when it’s marinating in your sinus cavity. (In fact, the other day in the shower, he waited until I needed to breathe, knowing I’d have suck air in through my nose because my mouth was full of piss, and he shot it right up there letting me snort in a damn healthy dose of urine. Have I mentioned that he’s a bastard? Yeah. He is.)

So! That was my day. How was yours? :(

~cunt

10 Responses to “Pottymouth”

  1. Songs says:

    Ooh, I wanna be hogtied yesyes.
    And odd, I like the taste of Bear’s piss ;]
    -Songs

  2. penguinskitty says:

    My day…

    Well, I’ve got my Appraisal Procedures in Counseling exam this afternoon and I’m not excited about it AT all. I’ve been reviewing my notes all morning and I still don’t feel entirely prepared. Although I guess it’s better than getting piss in my mouth. That concept is such a massive squick factor for me.

    I wouldn’t mind getting hog-tied and face fucked though. That sounds oddly pleasant right now.

  3. Lynn says:

    Today…just wrote a page in my contemporary romance story. It was the first time I worked on that story in a long time. I also re-arranged my plants and watered them. I also gave my snake more water.

    I wouldn´t mind being hogtied and faced fucked either. Hell, I wouldn´t mind being fucked in general.

  4. pinkroses521 says:

    My Daddy likes to piss all over me but thankfully he hasn’t asked me to drink it….God I hope he never does….hearing now how much you hate the taste, doesn’t make me think I’d like it any better. The pictures were hot, even thought I know you were so close to the toilet bowel and hated it…the pics were hot!

  5. Zille says:

    My day was crappy, too. I’m coming down with some bug, and instead of getting a whole bunch of stuff done, I spent the day failing to do stuff and going to take naps. AND I got no scene at all (as my Master is away until tomorrow) and even drinking piss is better than no scene at all! And, my internet was down until just half an hour ago, just to add insult to injury!

    Even feeling like I do, I just want — no, need! — to be beaten and used cruelly right now. Is that too much to ask?! [she sulks off to spend the night on the sofa, watching Buffy]

  6. rayne says:

    That one time when I said I’d been able to keep Him from seeing the Misery Stick? Yeah… He walked up behind me just as I hit send. Thankfully, when I decided to read this He was already out the door and on the way to work. Unfortunately, He’s decided to try out the piss drinking thing all by His lonesome based solely on the face I made when He talked about pissing in my Cheerios (though I haven’t eaten Cheerios in… years, maybe?). To say I’m not looking forward to it would be an understatement. We’ll see how that goes, I guess.

  7. Karl Elvis says:

    Mmm. Lovely pictures.

    And forgive me finding your discomfort somewhat arousing; I”m just that kind of sadistic bastard. In, you know, a good way. B^)

  8. Sunnilady says:

    major squick factor goin on there for me – I dont even like the shower peeing thing but he does

  9. kivagirl says:

    right now the kiva is being punished by *not* being allowed to drink Master’s piss.
    the taste is awful, yes, and the first time was horrible. and yet, it really is a punishment for the kiva now. that Master would deny it His piss. He will piss on it in the bathtub forbidding it to open its mouth, and that is truly a torture and a pleasure. a pleasure in getting His piss, and a torment not to be able to drink it. the kiva yearns to be His toilet again.

  10. DL's toy says:

    You’re so poetic, but… i can’t write anything nice about being a human toilet either. You’ll also be happy to note that i have some breaking new information: what is worse than urine in the sinus cavity? A fucking skunk directly spraying your porch, heating vents, and not knowing it for 12 hours while you’re at work!!!

    i’m fucking dying here. i’d drink everyone who reads this blog here for a year to get this smell out of my nose. It’s fucking nasueating, or however you spell that damn word.

    Amusing, i see you chuckling. Even my dad laughed at me when i bitched and moaned “What do i do!!!”

    Yeah. Totally NOT FUNNY.

    Anyway, i duplicate your sentiment here. But i like the way you put it *s* As usual. You rock!

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