I stand over your kneeling form, then I bend down to examine the tile below you. You have a stream of precum falling to the tile, but I see no urine leakage.
“You are such a good boy,” I purr into our ear, sending shudders through your body. “It won’t be long now.”
I stand back up and straddle your head.
“Keep holding it,” I remind you.
Then I let go of my own bladder, my hot piss splashing all over you. Hot and wet. Running over your head and shoulders and trickling down your back.
It makes the need to pee fill your body like lava rises through a volcano. You know you are going to erupt soon, and there will be nothing you can do about it.
You pray that you can hold out long enough.
I can see you shuddering. I know how much you need this. To feel my ownership.
It seems to go on forever. Me just peeing and peeing and peeing on you.
Excerpt from A Golden Day, available on Amazon Kindle for 99¢.