Chapter 6

Her name was Diana, it turned out, and she had come by the day before and told me come see her today. She had also given me a set of instructions – to pee when I got up, then drink a quart of water, and don't pee again until I came to see her. It being 9:00 now and I'd gotten up at 7, I had to piss pretty badly right about now. I was standing in her slightly shoddy entrance hall, and she had just called to me from upstairs, telling me to come on up. I was a bit nervous – I liked the idea of her telling me what to do all day quite a bit, but she seemed to take it quite seriously, and I was both intrigued and a little freaked out by her preparatory requests. Had I run into somebody who was too kinky and weird even for me? I had a piss fetish too, but hers might cross the line into not OK with me – I wasn't sure. What would I do if it did? Well, we had set up a safe word - "Aarvark". There weren't many times when one would say that during the course of normal conversation, and it was hard to forget – it was a good one.

I removed my clothes, as she had just told me to do, and made my way up the modest stairwell, decorated tastefully and simply, with a mantelpiece halfway up covered in pictures that I wondered if she had taken herself; they were good, but they didn't look run-of-the-mill.

I really hoped that whatever she had in mind for the first thing for me to do, it involved me getting to pee, because I had to pee badly enough that I didn't really care about very much else at the moment. As I got to the top step and surmised that her voice was coming from the left, I wondered if I was actually going to involuntarily piss in the floor; not a state of affairs I was used to finding myself in.

I went through the door to her incongruously elaborate bathroom, which was at least the size of your average master bedroom. It included a large shower immediately ahead of me, with sliding glass doors all the way to the floor and a large seat that ran all the way along the long side of the shower; the whole thing was tiled in white, as were the floor and the walls of the entire bathroom. The toilet and two sinks, to the right, were elegant and simple. On the left was a queen-sized bed, which looked extremely strange and out of place. It was made up normally, with pillows and sheets and blankets, etc; even a decent-looking quilt on top. Closer to the wall that had the door in it I had just come through was a Maytag washer and dryer pair, which looked right at home, in contrast to the bed.

Diana, her long straight blonde hair falling loosely around her shoulders, was perched, her feet placed on the rungs, on a tall stool in front of the bed, naked as the day she was born. The expression on her face was surprising to say the least, especially given my previous experience with her as rather shy and retiring; I would have classified her as a bottom without thinking twice, as she seemed to really get off on being used. Today, however, she wore an expression of cool, calm assurance and authority. She looked me in the eyes, raised her eyebrows slightly in a way that unexpectedly sent a jolt of sexual energy through my nether regions despite (or was it because of?) my current state, and asked me imperiously, "Did you follow my instructions, page?"

"Most certainly, my lady," I responded, picking up on the implied role she wanted me to play immediately.

"Very good. Let me familiarize you with the house rules that will apply during your stay. Are you ready?"

"I am always ready for you," I said, thinking that wasn't quite right. Perhaps a little awkward. Whatever. I was ad-libbing.

"You'd better be," she said, slipping a bit out of character herself. Perhaps neither of us were pros. "The rules are as follows and in this order of precedence: First, you must follow my instructions in all things, immediately and without hesitation." Of course, what she was leaving out was that there was a safe word, but for the purpose of this scene we were playing, we would pretend that there wasn't one. "Secondly, when you have to pee, you must piss either inside or onto my pussy unless I tell you otherwise. You should do this without warning if possible. Thirdly, you must fuck me immediately whenever you get a hard-on, until I tell you to stop or you lose your hardon, either due to exhaustion or due to orgasm. This means that whatever way is easiest for you to get at my pussy or ass, do it, and don't you dare ask first. Fourthly, you must drink at least a quart of water every twenty minutes, and just as a note, whenever I have to piss, I will piss in your mouth, and I expect you to swallow every drop. Do you understand, and can you comply, page?"

"I will do my very best to comply with your wishes, ma'am."

"You will refer to me as "my lady," page!"

"Yes, my lady."

"Very good. However, I did not ask you if you would do your best to comply with my wishes. I asked you if you could comply. That is different. Now answer again, and choose your answer wisely, or the consequences could be less than desirable."

I walked closer to her, took my dick in hand, let a stream of piss arc out of my now half-hard cock onto her pussy, and said, "I can comply, my lady."

"I can see that!" she said, and spread her legs wide, holding her outer labia open with her fingers so that I could piss directly on her clit, which I did for quite awhile – I really really had to pee. My piss ran down her thighs, down the stool, and into the drain in the middle of the floor. I could hear it running down into the drain like the water at the end of the tub draining. She started rubbing her clit as I pissed on it, and held her labia open lower down, indicating that she wanted me to piss into her cunt, which I did to the best of my ability, though it wasn't hanging open or anything, so I was mostly just pissing on the opening, but I was starting to really enjoy watching her play with herself, and my cock was getting harder and harder, despite the fact that I wasn't done pissing, and before I knew it, my stream of piss had stopped entirely due to my cock being hard as a rock, and I had to comply with her second rule.

I walked up to her on the stool, where her legs were spread wide still and her ass was just on the edge of the stool as if she were anticipating this state of affairs (she probably was!), and rammed my cock home into her pussy, which wasn't entirely lubed enough yet for me to do that, at least not on the outside, since I had just washed all of her lube away with my piss, but she didn't seem to mind in the least (judging by her encouraging filthy words), and she was quite wet inside. Her lubrication from inside soon spread, and her cunt felt fantastic around my cock. She apparently agreed; she continued to play with herself as I fucked her and soon she was cumming, and then again, and then again, and then, just a short while later, I was unloading into her pussy; FUCK did that feel good. I was about to pull out, but she said, "Don't you dare pull out, page. Wash your dirty cum out of my pussy with your piss." I complied. I slowly grew soft, standing there, her still perched on the stool, which was now covered in piss, as were her legs, and then I was able to piss, washing, as she said, my cum out of her pussy. It felt weird and kindof cool to piss inside her pussy. My cock made a seal and so filled her pussy up before it started running out; her pussy would periodically close around my cock again and she would fill up with piss again until the pressure inside opened her up again and it would spill out.

Finally, I was done pissing, and I pulled out of her. When I did so, quite a bit more piss ran out of her pussy in a flood, spilling down the legs of the stool.

"Well done, page," she said. "Now it's my turn. Lie down on the bed, face-up."

I did, head on the pillow, and she came and straddled my head, twat at my mouth, one hand out to steady herself against the wall.

"Now drink my piss, boy. I don't want to see a drop on the bed. Swallow every last bit."

I placed my mouth on what I thought was her urethra, just below her clit, but it was a bit hard to tell exactly where I should be until she started pissing, which she did almost immediately, and I had to start swallowing as fast as I could. She was well-hydrated, and so her piss mostly tasted like salty water, and therefore this was rather a fun experience, pretty hot actually. I liked having my mouth on her cunt; I liked the feel of her piss splashing against my tongue and running down my throat; I liked the feel of her on top of me, and I liked the concept of being used in this way. As she continued for rather a long time, I started to get a little breathless and a little full-feeling; I also started spilling a drop or two here and there, which ran down the sides of my mouth and down my neck around to the back, soaking into the pillow I was lying on and getting in my hair just a bit. But then she slowed down, and then she was done. My stomach gurgled a bit; it was full of pee!

She climbed off of me and sat on the edge of the bed. I sat up. "Good job, boy," she said, sighing in a satisfied way. She grabbed a quart jar off the bedside table and handed it to me.

"Drink this in the next 10 minutes. I'm going to take a short nap. Remember the rules." She stretched out on the bed, face-down, and put her head on the pillow. I took a swig from the jar, wondering if I really could drink this in the next 10 minutes after drinking what seemed like a quart of her piss.

She started snoring. Really? I had a hard time believing she could actually fall asleep right now. Then again, she had just had several orgasms. Perhaps she was hoping I would get hard while she was asleep and she would wake up to being fucked. That would be fun. I took another swig from the jar, and another. I stared at her naked form asleep on the bed, legs slightly parted. I could just barely see her pussy hair from where I was sitting next to her. I started thinking about how good her cunt had felt around my cock, then replayed in my head what she had said about fucking her pussy OR her ass without warning whenever possible. My cock jolted at the thought of fucking her ass without warning while she was asleep. Another swig on the jar. Then it occurred to me that if I was following the rules, if I got hard enough, I would HAVE to fuck her one way or the other. That made me harder. I took another swig on the jar. I was almost halfway done now. Also, if I had to piss, which seemed likely soon, given the amount of liquid I'd just taken in, I'd have to piss on her pussy, which would mean that I'd have to piss right on her pussy while she was asleep, soaking the bed. She hadn't said anything about where she should be when I pissed on her pussy without warning. She seemed to be really into the "without warning" part, so she probably did want to wake up to me fucking her. My cock was fully hard now. I took another swig from the jar and leaned over to look at her ass. I could just barely see her asshole in between her ass-cheeks. It was slightly shiny. Was that because she had lubed it, or because it was wet from piss or cunt juice? I decided to find out. I took another swig, then downed the last bit of the quart (man was my stomach full and sloshy!). I straddled her, and pulled her right ass-cheek to the side just a bit. I could see her asshole fully now – it was definitely wet with something. I spat on my hand and lubed my cock up a bit, then placed the tip of my cock at her asshole. I pushed slightly, and her asshole parted slightly. It was definitely lubed – that was way too easy. Her breathing changed a bit, but she didn't wake up. I was pretty sure she wouldn't want me to be overly cautious here, so I went for it and pushed harder. The tip of my cock slid right into her ass, though it was TIGHT. That woke her up.

She breathed in sharply, then opened her eyes and turned her head around to look at me. Slightly sleepily, she said

"Oh yeah fuck my ass. Good boy. Go in deeper." She pushed her ass back at me to show she meant it. So I did. I slid in slowly until my cock was buried all the way in her ass. She sighed deeply. "Yeah that's good."

I started pulling back out slowly. The ring of her asshole gripped my cock tightly. I pulled all the way out, and then pushed back in again and started fucking her in earnest. The water and piss in my stomach sloshed around as I did, and I could feel my bladder starting to have pressure in it. It felt absolutely fabulous at first, and well-lubed, but it started getting a little dryer after a couple of minutes. I had been fucking her this way for about three minutes or so when she told me to do the most shocking thing yet.

"My ass is starting to get sore, boy. If you're not going to cum in the next 10 seconds, put that cock in my pussy, and don't ask questions."

Well alright, I guess she was in charge. I wasn't going to cum in the next 10 seconds, so I pulled my cock out of her ass (which somehow magically appeared to be entirely clean). She put her butt up in the air, reached back and spread her pussy wide with her fingers, and said "Ram that cock home in my cunt, straight from my ass, boy."

Alright, if she said so! The idea definitely turned me on even more than I already was. Her cunt felt deliciously different after her ass – it gripped more of my cock, but was less tight, and wetter.

"Yeah, get some lube from my pussy, then put it back in my ass." Alrighty then! I fucked her for a few more strokes, then pulled out and back in her ass I went, with her holding her ass-cheeks apart for me. GOD that was tight. I fucked her ass for another minute or two, while she rubbed her pussy, until I was on the edge of cumming. Apparently she could tell, because she said, "I don't want you to cum in my ass right now, page. I want you to cum in my pussy, but I want you to make yourself cum with my ass."

I knew what she meant. I fucked her ass until I could feel my seed rising, and then I pulled out and slammed into her pussy right as my cock was spurting.

"I changed my mind. I want some in my ass, too," she said. I had a little bit of trouble processing this while I was in the middle of cumming, but, shuddering, I pulled out of her pussy and put my cock back into her ass, still spasming. She got a good couple shots of cum in her ass as well.

When I was done, she said, "Good boy. Now get out of my ass and lick my pussy until I cum. If you have to piss, interrupt my instructions to follow the rules, but then get right back to licking my pussy."

I pulled out of her ass and she turned over, spreading her legs wide. There was some of my cum dripping out of her cunt. "Eat your cum out of my cunt first, then get to work on my clit," she said.

I put my hands on her thighs to hold her legs open, and dove in. First I licked and sucked all of my cum out of her pussy and swallowed it, and then I started licking her clit. Very soon, I could feel myself having to piss, so I stopped licking her clit, knelt up on the bed, aimed my cock at her pussy, and let go.

It soon became apparent that the bedsheets were actually quite waterproof, despite appearances and textures, because my piss ran right off her, onto the sheets, off the bed, onto the floor, and down the drain. In fact, the sheets seemed to be treated with something like RainX, because it all just beaded up and ran right off.

"Now stop pissing," she said, soon after I had started. It was hard to stop, but I complied. "I need some more hydration too, so I can piss in your mouth some more, boy. Come up here and piss in my mouth."

This seemed kindof funny and circular ... we could piss back and forth into each other's mouth's forever (wasn't there some silly internet cartoon about that or something?). But I brought myself up so that my cock was at her mouth, and started pissing into her mouth. She swallowed it as fast as I could give it, which was impressive. I emptied my bladder into her mouth, and she got every last bit.

"Mmmm yeah, now get back to licking my pussy. That made me hot, now I want to cum, page."

It didn't take long. After just 30 seconds or so of licking her, she told me to put my fingers in her pussy, and just another 30 seconds or so of fucking her with my fingers while licking her clit, she clamped down tight on my fingers and came hard.

She lay back and savored the moment. Not for long. This girl had a lot on her mind. She seemed like she was trying to get everything she had ever thought of doing out of the way at once. I might too, if I was in her situation – I think I did do that at first with Lucinda, but imagine if I only had her for one day! Apparently she didn't like the "just one day" thing, judging by the next thing she announced. It might have been cheating, but she did technically ask my permission.

"Ok boy, now we're going to have a contest. It's going to go like this. You and I both drink as much water as we can without puking and hold our piss as long as possible. Whenever we really can't hold it any longer, we piss into these jars" - she indicated two half-gallon wide-mouth canning jars - "and see who pees more. If you win, you get to have me for a day. If I win, I get you for another day after this. Are you in?"

"Sure!" I said. There wasn't really any losing in that battle.

She grabbed two quart jars off the counter and filled them at the sink. She handed one to me. "Bottoms up!" she said, and started downing hers. I followed suit. I felt pretty full by the end of the jar, but she grabbed it from me, having finished hers, filled them both again, and handed mine back.

"Now don't throw up – that's not one of my turn-ons, but barring that, just drink as much as you can," she said. I nodded, and started drinking again, more slowly this time. She had also slowed down a bit, but she was still going faster than me, and had just had a bunch of my piss, too. It seemed like maybe she was better at this than me. But was her bladder larger? It seemed unlikely – her uterus was in the way. Perhaps she just had a larger stomach.

"Let's go chill out a bit and watch some TV," she said. "While we're waiting for our kidneys to do their thing."

"Sure," I said. She'd probably have to pee before I did – the last time she had relieved herself was into my mouth, at least 10 minutes before I had done the same into hers.

She led me downstairs into her living room, which was just off the bottom of the stairwell. There we sat on a leather couch that had seen better days but was still fairly nice in front of an scratched and stained but well-made and structurally entirely sound oak coffee table that was covered with drinking utensils (we added our jars to the collection), books, notebooks, pens, a deck of cards, and a few other odds and ends, and watched some TV show that I had never heard of, was worse than "Firefly", but better than "The Secret Life of the American Teenager". It seemed to be about a teenage boy's transition from youth to adulthood and also from wealth to poverty. I didn't pay a whole lot of attention, because Diana, though she seemed to be watching, was also leaned back on the arm of the couch, halfway facing me, legs slightly apart, idly playing with her pussy. It seemed entirely unselfconscious, and she really did seem to be actually watching the show. She was just sliding her finger around her clit, slowly and casually, absentmindedly, in fact. Every once in awhile she would stick a finger inside herself a little to get more lube, and then spread it around her clit some more. I wondered if she did this all the time. The thought of her sitting here doing the same thing at other times made me hot. Silly, because here she was doing it now – why would I think about her doing it other times? I found that sometimes when I was having the hottest experiences, I would think of other hot experiences or even fantasies right in the middle of them. This didn't mean that I wasn't enjoying what I was doing right then – my brain was just always working a mile a minute.