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Taking the piss

I see my Daddy most Saturdays. This is our main time we spend together each week. I give him head. We fuck – a lot. I get a good beating and lush aftercare. Generally there is some cooking and/or eating, and drinking of tea.

Our Saturday time together ends with an important ritual. Before I dress to go home, Daddy pisses on me.

We use the bathtub for this. He stands over me and I kneel and wait. It tends to be quite cold in Daddy’s bathroom so when his hot piss hits my skin it’s a marked contrast and I draw a sharp intake of breath.

It always shocks me, this taboo thing we do. This is an incredibly intense experience that brings tears to my eyes. As much as I can, I keep eye contact. I am never more submissive than when Daddy is pissing on me.

Daddy’s face is stern as he concentrates and first aims for my face. His piss fills my mouth. The stream then goes across my tits, and I lean forward so he can piss over my back. The excess runs down over the rest of my body and my legs and feet.

I take it all willingly. This act is nothing to do with humiliation or degradation. I am humbled by the gift of piss.

When he is done, he steps out and leaves me to dry off. I don’t rinse the piss off. The point of the ritual is that I am marked as his, as an animal would mark its territory. It is with pride I wear his scent on my skin until I shower the following morning.

It is a beautiful secret that I take away with me into my day to day life.

 

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