Under Her Thumb - Sex Stories

Under Her Thumb

... stream hits me square on the forehead. She adjusts her hips and hoses my face down for over a minute. When the stream diminishes, she aims it at my mouth and I gulp down her warm piss. She finishes in a series of squirts, shakes her cunt with both hands not unlike we men do after urinating, and turns away to dress without cleaning herself or asking me to do so. I remain on my knees in a broad puddle of piss, my skin soaked and dripping. ‘I’m going to lunch now. Dress up and report to me at two o’clock. Ms. Saunders will be expecting us and she doesn’t like to be kept waiting.’ She unlocks the handcuffs from the iron bars where she had me shackled earlier, stuffs her tools into the metal box, locks it with the padlock and places it back on the shelf. Then she leaves the room, the hollow clicking of her high heels fading slowly as she strides through the abandoned wing. I wash up in the broom closet, get dressed and leave the office building for a stroll through the park. I am not hungry and I need time by myself. Put to the test At two sharp, I am back at Ms. Pennington’s desk. She knocks on Ms. Saunders’ door and walks in. I follow close behind. ‘Ah, Ms. Pennington and Mr. Peterson.’ She gestures us to sit down. ‘OK, let’s start with a clean sheet. How did the rest of the training go yesterday? Did Peterson get to fine tune his toilet skills?’ ‘Well, uhm, time was short but we managed to practice both. Mr. Peterson had considerate difficulty with the ingestion of solids, ...

... but he was able to keep it fairly clean. The floor, at least. I sent you some pictures to your private mail.’ ‘Yes, I was just looking at those. Hilarious. I’m a bit worried, though. You know how I hate shit-dipping my ass. Do you think he will be able to swallow a complete load?’ Ms. Pennington thinks for a while. I guess that on the one hand she doesn’t want to commit to something she isn’t completely sure of, but on the other hand she does not want to say no, as that would mean admitting failure. ‘Hmm, I think he will. As I said he was very cooperative and he did manage to swallow it all in the end.’ ‘Are you sure?’ A short silence. ‘Yes.’ ‘OK, this is what we’ll do. Why don’t you two give me a little demonstration and if it all works out as expected, I will use him myself.’ Ms. Saunders leads the way into her private bathroom and sits down on the closed toilet bowl with her arms crossed over her chest. Ms. Pennington pulls down her pants and briefs and signals me to lie down on the floor. I lie down on my back and open my mouth, as Ms. Pennington has taught me. Ms. Pennington squats over my face with her back towards me. Her lean ass is above my face, her cunt spread, the thin cuntlips dangling down inches from my mouth. She lowers her ass and with one hand between her legs stuffs her cuntlips between my lips. I guess she wants to make sure not a single drop spills on the floor. I can sense she is nervous. Her ass cheeks are trembling against my temples. It takes a while ...