Trigger warning!!!
This episode contains topics of....
-Forced Wetting
-Degradation
-Public Humiliation
-Extreme Breath Play
If these are not your cup of tea feel free to back out now. I do not condone the activities performed in this story. It's is fantasy and neither it nor anything like it should be done. Consent is key but in the world of fantasy we can explore darker events than we can in reality. Stay safe and have a good time.
Our dynamic was clearly defined and contracted. She was a slave and I her Master. We had laid a DDLG skin over that dynamic because that had been what satisfied us the most. Ten years into our relationship, we still loved each other with every fiber of our being. But four kids, two jobs, and simply life itself made it hard to play as much as we would want to. Aside from the occasional Saturday night at our local kink club we really just didn't have much time to live the life we wished we could. That was until I got the invitation.
"By invitation only, you are invited to attend this month's "Kicking it Kinky" at The Ranch. This week-long event is fully funded and all-inclusive by our amazing full-time members' monthly dues. We hope you will attend and enjoy our full-service establishment. Please RSVP by the first of the month with your number of pluses. Please note that you are responsible for the people you bring with you, just as the person who gave you this invite is responsible for you. You may bring as many as you wish but your accommodations will be one king-sized bedroom suite so you will be expected to share that with your party.
This month's event is a High Protocol geared towards M/s dynamics. Slaves will be expected to be nude at all times excepted to be nude except revealing kink gear and collars. Masters and Mistresses will be expected to be clothed unless specifically in a scene. All slaves will be expected to address all M-types as Master or Mistress and follow their orders to the best of their abilities up to the limits of their respective contracts. A full list of rules will be available upon request."
Mistress Eliot was a kind woman and knew we needed the vacation. When she gave us the invitation we RSVPed immediately. We left the kids with her parents and took off on the six-hour drive to The Ranch.
THE DRIVE
"Find a bathroom. I need to pee." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Excuse me?" I responded. "I must have misheard you. It was strange because it sounded like you just told me what to do." She sighed big and heavy before turning on that fake ass submissive voice.
"Oh please Master. Can you please find this slut a bathroom so she can piss from your pussy," came the sing-song voice of the absolute Brat.
"Master, huh? Is that what I am? Fair enough. No, I will not grant this humble request. Instead, a SLAVE may piss on herself and then take the punishments for being disrespectful AND making a mess," I say knowing full well how to win this game. She looks at me with a shocked expression that was both disbelief and horror.
"You can't do that! You can't order me to do something and punish me for doing it! Thas no fair. You gotta pway fair." Her voice slowly morphs into the little that she actually is and with it, a look of instant defeat sweeps her face.
"Ah as you Daddy I must play fair, but you didn't call me Daddy did you, little lady? As a Master I can do whatever I want and since you made this that you will face the consequences." Her eyes go wider and wider as my words sink in.
"But they wiwl be a big mess. Daddy have to clean it up. Daddy don't want to clean it up. Daddy jus find me a baffwoom." Her tone was desperate and hopeful.
"Daddy will NOT be cleaning it. The SLAVE will be cleaning it up and she will be lucky if I don't make her suck it out of the cushions," the defeat in her eyes was growing. She knew she was losing and she knew it was going to hurt.
A smile swept her face. "I was only kiddin, Daddy. Was a joke. Haha very funny? You don't have to be so serious." She forced a laugh the fear still in her eyes.
"Well, that joke just cost you your bathroom privileges. Was it funny enough for that? We still have two hundred miles to drive and I'm not stopping till you've passed right there in that seat.
She crosses her arms in angry defiance. "Fine den. I wiwl just howd it." She stares out the window no longer speaking to me and I settle in to wait.
By fifty miles she was wiggling hard. By seventy-five she couldn't hold still. By a hundred she began to hold herself and she finally spoke.
"Please Daddy no," she said in a miserable tone. "Don't make me. I be good girl. I sowwy. Pwease don't make me make a mess wike a baby. I wealy have to go."
"You made your choice, little girl. You chose to be disrespectful. I gave you a chance to make it better and instead you made it worse. Now piss your pants like your Master said and be prepared to suffer the consequences," the order almost breaks her. Her desperation grows rapidly.
"Oh no," she says holding herself tightly. Her eyes drop down to her lap as the dark wet spot begins to spread across her jeans. "Daddy," she sobs "I very very sowwy."
"Look at what you did you did. You made a very big mess you pissy little whore." A devious smile comes across my lips as I see the sign for the gas station and take the exit at the last minute. When we get to the stop sign I shove my hand between her legs and pull it up wet. "You are gross. pissing your pants like a baby." Her head falls defeated.
"I know, Master. This slut is a gross, disgusting baby who can't hold her piss. This slut deserves to be punished severely for being disrespectful as well as dishonoring you and herself," the tone of arrogance and defiance had completely vanished from her voice. Beside me now sat a broken slave. As we pulled into the gas station, I found a spot off to the side away from people. Her hands naturally went behind her head, chin high and eyes closed waiting for whatever would come.
"Get out of the car get in the back and get your black sundress. Walk inside and ask for the bathroom. I don't care if you can see the sign I want you to ask the attendant where it is. If you are asked about your pants you are to look properly ashamed and walk away slowly so they can get a good look as you pass. Go in the bathroom and change. come out wearing nothing but the dress and your shoes. Carry your wet panties in a hand by themselves and the rest of your clothes in the other. The world deserves to know what you have done."
A tear runs down her face. "Yes, Master, this slut will do it. May this slut leave your side to complete her task?" she asks not moving. Her face is fully threatening to crack, but she holds herself together.
"Go, slave. Leave me." I say sternly, motioning her out of the car. She turns and gets out. The back of her pants are soaked down to her knees and the dark stain is still growing. The puddle left in the passenger seat speaks to how badly she wanted to win this game. She opens the trunk and gets the assigned article of clothing before heading inside. I see the guy in the car a few spots down watch her walk by and I see her notice him too. Her back straightens as she plows towards the door. She opens it and walks inside. I open her door and push the puddle out on the ground. I grab the towel we keep for the kids from the back seat and soak up as much of the piss as I can. She will have to sit in her piss but I'm not so much of a dick as to make her sit in a puddle for the last hundred miles. She will be scrubbing cleaning this seat naked when we get there.
Five minutes later she comes back out with her clothes in the prescribed hands. Tears are streaming down her face but her head is still high. I smile softly to myself. I have always taken pride in how gracefully she takes her punishments.
She opens the door and stops just outside it. "Master, this slut has completed my task may this slut be allowed to get back in the car, please," her voice cracks as she tries desperately to keep it together. The tears stream steadily down her cheeks as she looks at me.
"Put your wet clothes in the rear floorboard and return to that position." She complies quickly returning to her position. Her breasts move around and almost fall out not being restrained by a bra. "Lift the front of your dress so can see that you have followed orders." She pulls her dress up exposing her freshly shaven pussy to me. Her face begins to show the pain and I know how hard she is trying not to shatter in this parking lot. "Get in slave. We have a long way left to drive."
As soon as she steps inside she begins to sob. She sits still and waits for more commands or some sign it is over. I know the aftercare she needs. She needs an act of service. She needs to feel like she made it all better. I snap my fingers and her eyes shoot to me begging me to make it all OK. It's unconventional but for her, it's absolutely necessary. I point to my dick and without even a moments hesitation she dives for it pulling her knees up into the wet seat. Undoing my pants with the deftness of a thief she reaches in and pulls my cock out. She grasps the base and puts her soft lips on the head. She stood and waits. Her body is motionless but she seems to vibrate with anticipation.
My hand reaches down and presses on her head. She swallows me down her throat moving her hand to stop it from blocking her descent. I hold her head firm and she does not fight. She is fully content to die with her Master's cock in her throat, if he found it pleasing, as any good slave should be. I know because on many occasions I had found it pleasing to completely black her out this way. She never served harder than after proving her devotion like this.
"Stay," I say in a firm tone that left no room for argument I put my fingers to her plus and count it as it slows. Her head pushes down trying to take in more. Her plus begins to spike and I know she getting close her hand grips my thigh searching for the strength to persevere. Her body convulses, desperate for the breath she won't give it. Her pulse beats wildly. Her hand grips my thigh painfully but not meaning to be. Until finally, everything starts to soften and slow. Her body relaxes, her grip releases and her pulse drops to a sedated thump. I count to ten to make sure she's all the way down before lifting her lifeless head from my softening member. Her unconscious body recognizes the removal of the blockage and takes a deep breath. I lay her head on my thigh and begin stroking her hair softly.
I look around a little lost as I remember that I'm driving. I get my bearings and realize that I don't remember driving the last fifteen miles at all and smile. Auto-pilot for the win I guess. Five minutes go by before she finally stirs.
Still petting her hair I say in a soft tone, "Sleep, my love. You will appreciate the nap later."
She reaches down. And pulls her dress up around her belly exposing her ass and pussy to the window. "Someone might enjoy the view, Daddy. And this slut would hate to deny anyone the pleasure of viewing her." She snuggles into my thigh as her thumb slides into her mouth. And there she slept, her throat undoubtedly sore from the intrusion, her bare ass high for all to see, her knees resting in the piss-soaked seat. I continue to stroke her hair as I ponder what a wonderful week we are about to have.
