As with most things that I write this series takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don’t worry about pandemics, std’s, or the need for birth control.
If you read Follow My Sinstructions Step One, you are already familiar with Mistress Isabella and her new pleasure apprentice, nineteen-year-old Gabriella.
If you haven’t read that story, this one will make much more sense if you do.
This story will continue to explore the themes that were introduced in Step One, but will add pee play, peeing desperation, and Gabriella discovering how to orgasm.
If any of that is not your cup of tea, please take a look at some of my other stories and keep checking back because there are lots of other things I’m preparing to submit in other genre’s.
As always, I hope you enjoy reading about some of the things that arouse me in my fantasy life.
From Follow My Sinstructions Step One:
“Are we almost done Mistress?” I asked. “For right now?”
“Why do you need to know?” she asked.
“Mistress, I really need to pee.” I said.
“I know you do girl.” She said. “In fact, I have been counting on that.”
She took a makeup removal towel from a pack on her dresser and approached me, wiping the V off of my chest. She then took the tube of lipstick and wrote PP in its place.
I looked down at my breasts, and back up at her, unsure what MLPP might stand for.
“That’s why Mistresses Little Pee Princess drank all that water earlier.” She said yanking on my leash. “Come with me.”
She hooked a finger in my collar and led me out of the bedroom and downstairs, and through the dining room and towards the garage.
We stopped in the laundry room, her standing there wearing the panties that used to belong to me, while I stood there naked.
The laundry room housed their washer and dryer of course. But what had originally been a large walk-in closet had been remodeled by Mistress Isabella’s ex-husband into a bathroom, with a sink, toilet, and shower.
But it wasn’t an ordinary shower. It resembled something out of a locker room. It was basically a six-foot-by-six-foot square room, open on one side with six showerheads, two on each of the three tiled walls.
Mistress Isabella stepped into the center of the shower and turned to face me.
“As your Mistress I’m going to introduce you to several different ways to experience arousal, power, submission, dominance, and lust.” She told me.
She gestured at me and indicated that I should shut the door to the laundry room and join her in the shower.
“Some of those things you will love,” she continued, “and some you won’t. Others you will learn to love in time. The only way to know if something truly makes you feel powerful, or truly puts you in the path of pure pleasure, is to try it.”
She spread her legs, still wearing the lacy pink panties that I’d come to her house wearing earlier this morning.
The panties that now belonged to her.
“Do you understand all that girl?” she asked me.
“I think I do Mistress.” I answered. “But I’m not sure.”
“Just watch your Mistress.” She whispered. “Don’t touch. Don’t move. Don’t do anyfuckingthing but watch.”
We stood like that for just a moment, and then a dark spot suddenly appeared on the silky pink crotch of the panties.
I stared, startled and surprisingly aroused by the realization that she had just peed a bit into the panties she was wearing while standing no more than three feet away from me.
And then she moaned, and with a sudden gush of piss from her body the panties were soaked, and a flood of her urine ran down her thighs and through the pink fabric, briefly puddling between her feet before running down the center drain.
I stared at her, absolutely stunned that something so gross, so inappropriate, so unsanitary, and so strange could somehow be the most intimate and erotic thing I’d witnessed yet with her.
Her face was awash with relief, and she peed on and on, the urine hissing loudly against the tile floor and her feet as it flowed freely from her.
At long last the flow subsided, turning into a series of trickles that diminished into drips. And then there was nothing else leaving her body, just the steady drips of piss falling from the saturated panties onto the floor of the shower.