Watch Me Cum and Piss My Underwear

Title: “Watch Me Cum and Piss My Underwear”

The moment the cuffs clicked onto her delicate wrists, a shiver of exhilaration ran down her spine. Bound and helpless, the young woman hung from the ceiling, her toes barely brushing the floor. Her heart raced as she surveyed her surroundings – a dimly lit room with a single camera filming her every move. This was it. There was no turning back now.

She wiggled her fingers, testing the tightness of the restraints. They held firm, making her pussy quiver with anticipation. A pleasure and pain dynamic was what she craved, and today, she would indulge in her deepest, darkest desires. The room grew warmer, a bead of sweat trickling down her brow as she awaited her punishment.

Suddenly, a low, husky voice filled the room. “Are you ready to begin, my pet?” Her eyes shot open as a man in a black leather mask stepped into view, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Yes, Master,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The man approached her, his gloved hand reaching out to cup her chin. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” he growled, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She could only nod, her mind haze with lust and the need for release.

Without warning, he spanked her ass, the sharp jolt of pain blending seamlessly with the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She arched her back, gripping the chains above her head, desperate for more. “Yes, Master!” she whimpered, her hips gyrating against the emptiness she so desperately wanted to be filled.

The man stepped back, surveying his work with a satisfied smile. “You’re all mine now,” he purred, reaching for a bottle of cold cream. With skilled fingers, he massaged the lotion into her skin, turning her flesh a vibrant shade of red. She gasped at the sensation, her clit throbbing with need.

As if reading her mind, the man reached between her spread legs, his gloved fingers finding her wet, aching core. “So eager, my pet,” he teased, his thumb circling her clit while two fingers plunged deep inside her pussy. She moaned, her body tensing as he pumped in and out, his pace steadily increasing.

“So fucking tight,” he growled, his fingers curling inside her, stimulating her G-spot. The pleasure bordered on pain, and she cried out, her juices coating his hand. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, when he suddenly withdrew, leaving her panting and desperate.

“Please, Master!” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “I need…I need to cum.”

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his eyes dark with lust. “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Please, let me cum!” she pleaded, her body writhing against the chains. “Oh, God! I’m so fucking close!”

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his fingers returning to her pussy, driving into her with a feverish intensity.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she screamed out in ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she rode out the intense orgasm.

But he wasn’t finished with her yet. As her body continued to quake, he pulled her pants down to her ankles, exposing her soaked panties. She felt the cold metal of a catheter press against her clit, and she gasped, her eyes widening in anticipation.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “Please…not that.”

“Shh, trust me, you’re going to love this,” he purred, his fingers tracing the outline of the catheter. Slowly, carefully, he inserted it into her pussy, the sensation foreign yet strangely pleasurable.

And then, he turned on the flow, and she felt her bladder fill with warm liquid. She moaned, her body tense and rigid as the pressure built. She was so full, so full it was almost painful. But she didn’t dare disobey her Master. She would suffer through this exquisite torture, until he allowed her release.

Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he removed the catheter. “Cum,” he commanded.

And cum she did, a stream of piss gushing out of her, soaking her panties and forming a puddle beneath her. She screamed in ecstasy, her body shaking uncontrollably as she marked the floor with her juices.

He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Her panties were drenched, a wet spot forming on the crotch. She hung limp from the ceiling, her body spent and exhausted.

“Until next time, my little pet,” he whispered, blowing her a kiss. “Sleep well.”

As he exited the room, the woman collapsed against the chains, her mind a haze of pleasure and pain, of orgasm and submission. She was spent, her body completely at peace. And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew she would be back. For now, she was his, completely and utterly his.

And she would relish every minute of it.