Drinking Piss

 

One night, while chatting with Master Mike, a man I had a long-term interest in, he asked how I would feel about a certain topic.  Specifically a certain act, but didn't say.  Of course, I obliged him by encouraging him to ask.

His interest? Piss

The act?  Having a slave drink it

I was shocked.  Drinking piss?  I was repulsed.  But he was adamant that I responded.  He found a slave drinking piss to be an exciting pleasure and wanted to know my thoughts on it.

I was reluctant to share them, of course, as I was horrified.  I knew better than to exhibit disgust about any act a man wants me to perform, I knew better than to reject one of his interests.  At the time I was still struggling to accept my fate as a sissy sex slave, so I forced myself to have only positive interactions and emotions around and for men.  Telling a man that I didn’t like their kinks, that I didn’t want to be a sissy sex slave, that I didn’t like being used, or that I didn't like being humiliated and degraded?  Unacceptable.

But drinking his piss?

Luckily for me, he continued his dialog on the subject, bulldozing any reluctance or fear on my part before it even cropped up.  He sternly told me that it was a fetish of his and that I would indulge in it.  It was only a few minutes later that I raised my concerns.  But again, that was no excuse.

He informed me that from now on I would take an effort to enjoy it as well.  That the thought, no, the honor of drinking a man’s piss would become an obsession.  Nothing would make me more disgusted than to taste his piss. Nothing would make me feel humiliated than having his piss swishing around in my stomach. 

He didn't entertain any of my objections or hear any of my excuses.  This was how it was going to be.  Together, we worked to break down my mental barriers and instill a craving for his piss.  In fact, in one dialogue I even used the phrase–piss “swishing around in my stomach”:

“I can’t believe I’m going to be piss drinker… omg. I’m just imagining my future with my Master’s piss swishing around my stomach all day”

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“How does it make you feel?”

Master Mike

“Humiliated.  Degraded.  So, so degraded, Sir.  Like a total slave.  Owned property.  Not human.”

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Here again, it was like he read my mind. 

“And?”

Master Mike

"You deserve a slave to be your piss receptacle and I nd honored that my stomach will carry a little bit of you all day, everyday.

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"Good.  You should sleep now"

Master Mike

He left me with that thought.

One day, while I was doing routine things out and about, an intrusive thought attacked me:

Wouldn’t it feel so good right now to drink a man’s piss?  

This time, though, I was shocked by how ordinary the idea sounded.  Of course, I’m a piss drinker.  I'm a cock pleaser and just like cum, I need all of his juices from his cock.  Using my mouth as his cock pleasure toy is normal.  Using my stomach as a reservoir for his cum and piss is totally normal and expected for sissy slaves.

So now I can honestly say one thing: I can’t wait to drink my Master’s piss.