As all of my regular clients know, I am a caring-sharing sort of Mistress who doesn’t always demand the type of boot-licking worship and grovelling obedience training that you might find with some other BDSM practitioners… unless, of course, that is exactly what you want to enjoy.
I had a session this week which I think brought out the most sharing side of my nature as I not only kindly donated some of my own precious watersports liquids to a client, but also inserted a catheter to encourage him to consume and recycle his own piss waste as a sign of his devotion to me and his deep-seated perverted nature.
As with all of my medical fetish play, I pride myself on the strictest of hygiene and sterilisation procedures to ensure that a catheter can be used in complete safety to literally ‘take the piss’ out of any man who falls into my clutches.
Piss play is not to everyone’s taste, but few can resist the allure of my own watersports nectar when I deign to offer it.
This client had requested restrictive bondage and a selection of tight rubberwear and to be ‘encouraged’ to sample watersports during a lengthy session in my West London BDSM Laboratory.
The first step was to choose a suitable rubber hood and red rubber corset in which to dress him for the piss fest that was to follow.
I added a thigh-high pair of leather kinky boots to complete the look.
We started out on the new ‘Super Boomer’ bondage chair where his arms and legs were strapped down and he was introduced to the delights of the new metal finger-clamps which hold a client’s hands in the tightest of bondage in such a way that I can keep him there for hours if I so wish.
On this occasion, however, the chair was merely a warm-up to the watersports and catheter session to follow; a session for which I had been hydrating myself with copious drinks of water all morning.
I never have the slightest trouble in producing all of the piss my slaves might desire, but you can never have too much of a good thing and so we both drank sufficient to ensure no shortage of watersports would be available when required.
For the main liquid-feeding course, I moved my client onto the double bondage bed, a unique piece of furniture which can be suspended to float in the air and which has sufficient rubber straps to make certain that when I put a slave in his place on the bed, he stays precisely where I want him to be.
With him held down, hooded and with an anaesthetic roleplay mask in place around his face, the medical games were set to begin.
It was a pity that laying immovably fixed on his back to the bed, he was unable to watch as I used a funnel to collect the first of my own watersports contribution into a suitable container.
I’m sure that he was, however listening intently and excitedly as the gentle trickling of piss into a bottle tickled through the air. Setting my golden nectar aside, I examined the patient before commencing his medical treatment.
There is an art to inserting a catheter into a man’s shaft and reaching just deep enough into his bladder to release the flow; and I was very well-trained in that art by a medical practitioner client at the top of his profession.
Once inserted in place, the slave no longer has any control whatsoever over this most basic of bodily functions and I can drain him at will be the mere turning of a plastic tubing tap.
With his piss dribbling into a catheter bag at the side of the bed, I selected a feeding syringe or two and concocted a piss-cocktail mix of my watersports and his to recycle both of our efforts through his gag into his eager waiting mouth.
How delicious… how perverted… how kinky.
Just another day in the medical facility that drains the parts that other clinics cannot reach!
