Blog : A Golden Memory - Humiliation as a tool to train your sub

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10/4/2021 6:37 pm

A Golden Memory - Humiliation as a tool to train your sub

A question from a prospective sub generated a memory that made me smile. The question was a simple one, and simply asked: had I ever peed on someone? My response was share an experience I had many years ago. was not a singular experience with golden showers, but a fun one recall.

At that time I had a most delightful submissive. Part of the delight was due the fact that when she was with other men, she was a Dominatrix. Owning and controlling this woman's mind was a pleasure in itself.

She was also bi and polymorphous perverse, open having her boundaries explored and expanded. While were limits, they were very few, and we always used a safe word. I always enjoyed pushing her the point of needing use .

On the memorable occasion I shared, I directed my sub meet me at an office building. was a Saturday, and I knew would be very few people in the building. I had her dress in a short skirt, tight blouse, no panties, wearing heels. I brought her into my office, had her bend over my desk, and played with her pussy until it was overflowing with her juices. I brought her to the edge of an orgasm, and then stopped. It was always good training to get her sexually aroused and somewhat agitated. In that state she wasn't thinking clearly but in need of sexual release, and was often willing do whatever took to get .

After I withdrew my fingers from her cunt, I had her lick them clean. Without needing say a word, she turned around, got down on her knees, and started unzip my pants. "No, remove your hand. 's such a nice day today, we're going outside." She gave me a puzzled , but did not question me.

We rode the elevator down to the garage on the basement floor of the building, one floor below the lobby level. I pointed her to the ascending exit ramp and told her to walk up it ahead of me. When we were just outside of the entrance to the parking garage, I had her turn right and walk behind the concrete barrier that also had the building's and logo on the front. The barrier was about eight feet high, and quite thick. It was also at an angle the entrance. Standing behind , we could easily see any cars that might be exiting the building, but it would be difficult someone in one of those cars see us. Difficult, but not impossible: they'd need be driving slowly and purposefully in our direction. That, of course, added the sexual tension.

I had her remove her heels and face the back side of the barrier, hands flat against , arms outstretched as she leaned forward. With landscaped shrubs conveniently at hand, I broke off a branch that has several smaller branches jutting out of it. Slowly and methodically, I pinched off the small branches, leaving just spikes along the length of the longer branch. (Note would-be Doms: 's always good take your time and draw things out while your sub wonders what comes next. Instilling a anxiety and even a bit of fear is effecutve for controlling your sub's thoughts, all of which will be focused on what you're going do him or her next...)

When my "switch" (the "switching" I did!) was ready, I hiked my subs skirt up expose her lovely, and at this point, unmarked derriere. I fingered her pussy just a bit more, and when she pushed back hoping for more, I quickly stepped away and began flail her ass with the green and supple branch.

As I'd hoped, the pieces of smaller branches had exactly the intended effect. Not was her ass getting marked with beautiful striations, but after several minutes and an increasing intensity of the whipping, the striations were rising become welts. As her whipping continued, the stubs of branches acted like pinpricks, piercing the skin at the crest of the welts. They were not deep or wide cuts, just, as I said, pinpricks. Pinpricks, but ones that drew spots of blood across her ass.

A few flicks of the switch between her legs and along her labia and the safe word was used. She was panting, her legs were shaking, but she held her position leaning against the barrier.

At this point I unzipped my pants. My cock was turgid and I briefly thought about ramming it into her wet cunt, but I wasn't finished with her. Fucking her would have been a treat for her, one she earned many times. Instead, I wanted reinforce that she was my property, use as I wished. Her needs got satisfied if she had satisfied mine.

She must have wondered what I was up as the sound of my zipper coming down had her pussy twitching with desire. I stood silently behind her for several minutes, as it took several minutes for my cock to soften enough for me to piss.

Without a word, I let out a stream of golden nectar and showered her ass with it. My piss blended nicely with the drops of blood that covered her ass, eventually washing most of the blood off. My piss and her blood ran down her legs into the ground. I had drunk a lot of water before she got to my office. I did not know how I would use a full bladder to my advantage, but I knew she would be getting my piss in some way that day.

When I finally finished shooting a stream at her ass, I told her to turn around and suck my cock clean. She had to kneel on the piss soaked ground, did so without question. She sucked out the last few drops of piss and thoroughly cleaned my cock with willing mouth. She had not finished when I had a rampant erection again, and I simply said "suck." She knew what to do, and knew that my one word command was for her to lick and suck my cock until I erupted in her mouth and coated her throat with my thick cum. She did so expertly and eagerly swallowed every drop.

She looked quite the mess at this point, with hair disheveled,<b> make-up </font></b>a mess, legs coated in drying urine with specks of blood, knees coated in piss soaked mud. I then had her get up, put her heels on, and told her to go back up to the lobby level on the elevator and then out to her car and go home. I knew she would be incredibly sexually frustrated without cumming, desperate for sexual release. I told her that she was not to masturbate or otherwise reach an orgasm until I gave her permission to do so. She knew that could be in a day or a week, depending on my wishes. It drove her crazy with sexual desire, which was the intent.

Anyone might see her leaving the office building would be aghast at what she looked like. Anyone within a few feet of her would wonder if she'd peed in her clothing. Perhaps she was a had been discarded and slept outdoors the night before, wake up pissing in her clothes?

If you think this was humiliating her, dear reader, you are correct. She was a beautiful and strong-willed woman, one could easily have any man - or woman - that she wanted. She had powerful and wealthy men doing her bidding - paying her quite well for the privilege. By removing any sense of her being in control and stripping away her outward aura of sophistication, she had no defenses prop her up. Turned inside out, her mind became malleable and her need please her Master became her primary desire when she was with me.

Yes it was humiliating and degrading, but these acts also revealed her inner need be used and controlled by another, live for the pleasure of another. Stripping her of her dominant persona went her deepest primal need, that of being a primal prey. Indeed, she was my prey for years, even as her career as a Dominatrix blossomed.

(Just so you know, I was beyond horny at this point, even though I'd just cum down her throat. I waited about thirty minutes, went her apartment, and fucked her in the ass while her wet hair clung to her shoulders as she had just showered to clean off my earlier handiwork. And of course, I again had her clean my cock with her mouth after pulling it out of her ass. I told you she was a delight!)


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