Quenby Creatives

CW: Watersports, Humiliation, Sexual Content

We sit in the cafe, comfortably slipping between writing together in companionable silence and tumbling down conversational rabbit holes. We’ve been at it for a few hours when she slips my headphones down and asks “Shall we head home?”

“Sure, I’ll just go pee first.”

“No” I look up and see the glint in her eyes, an invitation, a challenge, I begin to flush with excitement. My blush deepens as she pushes a glass of water towards me “you need to stay hydrated sweetie“. I drink the water quickly, knowing the journey home is going to be torturous.

I feel every bump on the bus ride home, desperately fidgeting and shifting, trying to find some elusive comfort. Occasionally she’ll shoot me a teasing glance and watch the combination of need, embarrassment, and arousal dance across my face, heightening the erotic, humiliating dynamic at play. 3 stops to go, then 2, then 1. A tense, agitated walk to my door, the need becoming more and more urgent as I draw closer. For a desperate minute I don’t know if I’ll make it, then we’re there, my fingers fumbling with keys in desperate haste.

I step through the door, relieved that I’ve made it. She pushes me against the wall and kisses me deeply. I pull back, whining “Please, I need to –”

“I know” she holds me against the wall, an intense look on her face, and I realise I won’t be getting any mercy. I’m unable to look away from that smouldering gaze as my body betrays me, feeling my body flush with hot shame as I soak my jeans. I try to look away, but she holds my face in place, drinking in my humiliated arousal. She leans in and whispers in my ear “Filthy piss slut“. I moan, and collapse back against the wall.

She pulls me down to my knees, and shoves the damp fabric of her panties into my mouth. She walks through to the living room, gesturing for me to follow. I crawl over to the middle of the room and she pushes me over onto my back.

I barely have time to spit out her thong before she lifts up her skirt and lowers herself onto my face. The world shrink to the musky cunt grinding over my face. I bury my tongue inside her, tease her clit, suck and nibble on her labia. My eyes are covered, breaths are snatched as she shifts over me. I give myself over to her, devoting every scrap of my attention to her pussy and her vulgar moans filling the room.

Eventually she raises herself off of my face. I look up at her with a subby grin, my face still wet from her pussy.

She smiles down at me “Good boy” I smile at the praise “I think you deserve a reward“.

I gasp as the first streak of hot piss marks my face. The thick, pungent smell surrounds me as she soaks me from my hair to my chest. She leans down and kisses me on the lips, the taste of her mouth mingling with the acrid taste clinging to my lips. She straightens up and adjusts her clothing, once again she looks respectable, ready to return to the outside world. In contrast I lie there, sodden with both our fluids. I feel filthy, utterly degraded, dehumanised and revelling in my nothingness.

She walks me upstairs to the bathroom, peeling off my ruined clothes and pulling me into the shower with her. She washes me then, cleansing what she’d been so instrumental in defiling. With each gentle brush of her cloth I feel myself coming back to normality, my humanity restored as she transforms me from a fuck toy, her filthy piss slut, back into a person. She broke me down, and now her touch restores me, I am reborn by this tender kindness.