I don't often use the term 'golden shower.' I rarely even call it 'water sports.' I sure as hell don't use flowery verbiage like 'drenching you in my sweet nectar.'
What the fuck ever. It's peeing on you. And I want you to know it.
Last month I played with nodder for the first time in quite some time. I had six weeks of pent up desire to make him growl and whimper and react in all of the ways that make me so hot for his submission.
I also had a mission. I wanted to pee on him.
It was something we hadn't done, something I'd threatened him with in those moments we'd discussed the things I still wanted to do to him, things I wanted to do with him.
As soon as we agreed to play again, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to pee on him.
I started drinking extra water an hour before I knew we were going to play in preparation and had a large glass by the bed when we began to play.
I'd missed his mouth on mine and we made out like teenagers for a bit before I went into Domme-mode, ready for serious play.
I tied a pink ribbon with hearts on it around his erect cock, laughed how silly his cock looked, and told him if he let the ribbon slip off while he massaged me, I'd punish him. Every few minutes during the time I enjoyed his hands rubbing my body, I'd check to ensure the ribbon was still in place. It was. And I smiled each time.
As he massaged me, I'd stop occasionally to gulp more water. I was surprised he didn't notice and comment.
When my bladder couldn't take anymore, when my anticipation was also peaking, I pushed him back on the bed and tied his wrists in front of him.
Rope makes a regular appearance in most of my sessions. It's no secret that I love rope. So I'm sure nodder wasn't surprised to see me pull out a long red length.
He was surprised, however, when I pulled him from the bedroom into the bathroom while his wrists were bound.
"Lay down in the tub. I'm going to pee on you."
I pulled his bound wrists over his head and put one foot on one side of his body, the other on a ledge in the tub. He looked up at me, his big brown eyes glazed over in a way that told me he was in that delicious place in his head, his sub space.
I talked to him about what I was about to do and watched him sink deeper into sub space. I can't recall exactly what I said, only the look in his eyes and his whimper/growl in response.
I enjoy making a boy beg for me to do terrible things to him. It's my thing. It makes me inexplicably happy.
And then I did it. I peed on him. He groaned as it splashed all over him and I laughed. I laughed and laughed.
Laying there drenched in my pee, his cock was rigid.
"Aww you're SO hard. I think you LIKE me peeing on you, don't you?"
He groaned and gasped, "Yes."
I put my foot on his cock as he laid there in the bottom of my tub, surprised to discover that urine makes decent lube.
Nodder has a developed somewhat of a relationship with my feet. I like teasing him about how he enjoys my feet too much. And I did so then, rubbing the sole of my foot across the length of his hard cock and laughing. He growled in response, his eyes rolling back up in his head from the sensation and the humiliation.
"Can I cum?" he was gasping within seconds.
"No," I laughed and pushed the head of his cock between my toes a few times before stopping. I knew he was right at the edge.
I let him breathe a few moments before starting again. Within seconds he was begging to cum again.
I can't remember how many times I edged him. He couldn't take much. And then I let him spurt his cum all over his belly and chest while I laughed, the stickiness mixing with the urine.