“You better behave like a good boy or I’ll make you ask me permission even to piss” and “do you want to wear diapers, pet?” are my Master’s usual threats. He loves to tease me with them because I would hate those commands. But since they aren’t hard limits for me, he can do as he wants. If he wishes to control my pissing schedule, he is entitled to do so. And he did it.
It was working day and we were both at home on our computers. While I was coding, he was shouting in Spanish. Don’t know if it is just him or all the Spaniards get angry in their work meetings.
I was quite nervous as I was expecting a punishment. The day before I had waken up my Master from his nap. Like a good Spaniard, he loves to take a small nap after his late lunch, but while he was sleeping, I was watching the European Championship of soccer and I got carried away by my enthusiasm when Germany scored a goal. He was in a bad mood all for the rest of the day.
Suddenly, my Master hung up his meeting and went to the kitchen.
“STAND UP AND DRINK THE WHOLE BOTTLE,” he commanded when he returned. He gave me a one liter bottle of water. While I was forcing myself to drink it, he pulled my trousers down and with his key, uncaged my clitty. Then, he pulled them up again.
“Done, Master,” I said turning the bottle to prove to him that it was empty.
“Good! When you want to piss, ask me for permission. Your pathetic clitty won’t leak a single drop without asking me first,” he commanded while turning around, he wasn’t expecting a reply. Then, he went back to his computer.
Soon, my need to pee increased, but he was in another meeting, so I decided to wait a little bit. When I couldn’t hold it any more, I approached him. He pressed mute on his meeting before talking to me. “What?,” he asked.
“Can I pee, Master? I think I can hold it any more?,” I begged.
“You can, pet. Give me your phone”. He unlocked it, did something in it and gave it to me. A timer was on the screen. Fifteen minutes. “When that timer ends, ask me again. And don’t you dare to wet the floor,” he said just before going back to his meeting.
Those minutes were horrible. I couldn’t work. I couldn’t do anything except focussing on holding my pee. I think they were the longest fifteen minutes of my live.
Beep! Beep! Beep! My Master got up as the timer went off.
“Get naked and follow me to the toilet,” he said. I did what I was told and followed him naked. When we entered the toilet, he rapidly leaned on the water tank of the toilet. “Come here, grab your tiny cock and stand by this toilet as if you were to piss, but wait for me order.”
“Yes, master,” I replied automatically. I was concentrating in not peeing, controlling my bladder required my whole mind.
As I was there looking at him while shaking, he cruelty smiled at me. “And now you must do a task for me before being allowed to piss.”
“Yes, Master,” I said. “Oh, fuck,” I thought.
To be continued…
This time I chose a different punishment for his disobedience. For 45 days, my pet must wake me up by telling me a short erotic story about us. If his story turns me on, I won't punish him that day. If he fails, poor thing, I will ruthlessly punish him. More stories here.