Welcome Back [FemDom][Watersports]

CW: FemDom, Watersports, piss play, D/S dynamics, fingering, face sitting, handcuffs, blindfold, dirty talk, discussions of chronic pain.

You have him at your mercy like you’ve always wanted.

He’s lying on his soft blue towel on the bathroom floor. The setting sun sends golden light through the small frosted window and across his naked body. Both of your clothes are in a heap near the sink. A satin blindfold covers his eyes and his hands are cuffed above his head.

You stand over him wearing nothing but your heels and watch the fast rise and fall of his chest. ‘Make him ask for it.’

“Tell me what you want me to do to you?” you already know his answer. He knows you know his answer because you’ve had this planned.

Metal chimes as he attempts to wriggle his hands out of the cuffs. The slender heel of your boot pins his hands to the floor. He giggles, tilting his head back to peek under the blindfold.

Show him you’re in control. You hover your wait above his lips like you’re about to sit on his face. Depriving him of the satisfaction, you move away and tug the blindfold further over his eyes.

Confidence follows you. It’s been months since you feel confidence in the room with you.

“Welcome back,” you mouth in the mirror as you tie your hair into a messy bun.

You turn your attention back to him and straddle him.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” you whisper, leaning forward and nibbling his earlyobe.

He whispers the words you never thought you’d love hearing. “Pee on me,” your cheeses flush and your nipples harden at his request.

You hesitate. Nerves tangle in your stomach. ‘What if it’s too gross for him?’ The nerves unravel as you remember that this man was by your side while your baby was being cut out of you. You have the same butterflies you had when you first started dating. They make it hard to remember you’ve been together for 6 years. ‘If he doesn’t like it, you’ll both not do it again. Just relax. Enjoy this.’

He thrusts up against you, struggling to hold back. ‘Well, it sure seems like he’s going to enjoy it.’

You push his wait into submission with your hips. The arousal between your legs grows as you press yourself against him. Your hesitation drifts to the back of your mind. ‘It seems like you’re going to enjoy it too.’

“You’ll have to say it louder than that, dear,” he gasps at the feeling of your breath on his neck.

“Pee on me,” he says in a low voice.

“I want to make you beg for it first,” you grin, watching him throw his head back in frustration.

Making him wait has always been something you’ve enjoyed. ‘Maybe this dominant side of you has always been there, waiting to be explored.’

“You’d like your hands free, wouldn’t you?” you know his answer.

He nods like his life depends on it.

“If you’re good, I might do that for you,” you grin, as you stand over him, admiring his erection and the way his toes curl at the sound of your voice.

“What can I do to be good?” He asks with a slutty grin across his face.

“Suck my clip,” you say, as you sit on his face.

He raises his eyesbrows and kisses your clip gently; your body is tingling all over.

“I forget how good you are at that,” you say breathlessly, remembering the first time he made you cum like this. You had tried to go down on him first and he pushed you away saying, “Tonight is about you,”. That’s a night you’ll never forget.

He continues sucking and you know he can feel you dripping onto his chin.

Your clip pulses. The three liters of water you drank make everything more intense. You don’t want him to stop, but you also have so much more planned for him tonight.

You get off your throne. He lifts his head to try and find your clip again.

You straddle one of his thighs and press your wetness into his skin.

“You’re such a good boy. Feel how wet you’ve made me,” you say, watching him lick his lip. Your clip throbs against his leg. You grind on his thigh.

“I love when you use me to fuck yourself,” he says, lifting his leg so it’s pressed even harder against you.

“I like using you,” you say, pressing your hips down until his leg cannot move. Your clip throbs and you slow as you get close to cumming.

“What else can I do to be good?” he asks, noticing you change the rhythm.

“You’ve been such a good boy. I’m going to let one of your hands be free and you’re going to do what you’re told,” you reply as you leave his leg.

He nods.

After unlocking one cuff, you attach it to the bathroom cabinet. He reaches for your breast with his free hand.

You grab his wrist, taming it to Stillness, and hold his neck with your other hand.

Still choking him, you slide his fingers inside you. His mouth quivers as you allow him to explore you. You descend into his delicate touch as you’re absorbed in the moment. Every touch is more intense with your full bladder. His face blooms red under your grip. You release his neck.

He has an uncontrollable smile, and his face is glistening from perspiration. You place his dripping fingers into his parted mouth. He raises his eyesbrows as he suckles, savoring the taste of you. As you slide his fingers out, he lifts his head to taste you again. You pull his hand away, watching him sight, lay his head back, and lick his lips.

“You like how I taste, don’t you?” you smile.

“Yes Ma’am,” he replies in his feathery voice of submission.

Confidence tingles through your entire body when he says, Ma’am.

“Please pee on me.” he pleads.

“You’re pretty when you beg,” you say, uncuffing his other hand. You slip his blindfold off and guide his hand to his cock.

“Play with yourself now and only cum when I tell you to,” you purr, standing over him.

His doe eyes beam up at you. You’ve never seen him so desperate for your touch. You knee beside him and stroke yourhands through his hair.

“Can I please touch you with my other hand?” he asks.

“You can touch me, baby,” you say, grabbing his spare hand and bringing it to one of your breasts. He cups it gently and then starts rubbing the nipple between his fingers.

You pull his hair and moan, your arousal dripping down your thighs. He closes his eyes and you can tell by how his Cheeks have flushed red that he’s getting close.

You hold the arm that he’s pleasure himself with and it stills. He opens his eyes, still cupping your breast in his other hand.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet. We haven’t even got to the best part,” you warn, releasing your grip on his cock.

“Yes Ma’am,” he replies, playing with himself slower now and looking down as if looking at you would make him lose all restraint.

“Look me in the eyes while you pleasure yourself,” you command, as you stand over him and nudge his chin up with your heel.

He looks up at you, entered by you as you rest one heel on each side of his body, preparing to show him how much he belongs to you.

Your clip beats hard with the building pressure in your bladder.

‘What if he doesn’t like it? What if he thinks it’s gross?’ The thoughts drift into the background once more when you see his lip trembling as he stars at your cunt. ‘He’s been asking for this for a long time. He’ll love it.’

You prepare to let it all go by relaxing and gently pushing. Nothing happens. You feel ready a second ago. The pressure in your bladder was palpable a moment ago. You scar and fiddle with a loose strand of hair by your ear. Maybe you’re not ready for this?

A frustratingly long amount of time passes with you standing there getting close and nothing happening.

He strokes a hand up your leg.

“Would it help if you were sitting on top of me?” he asks. He’s being kind but you’re annoyed that he’s making suggestions when you’re supposed to be in charge.

“You just have towait,” you say, keeping hold of your control. You grab the blindfold and slip it over his eyes.

“Yes Ma’am,” he says. Confidence blooms in your belly.

Now that he can’t see you, he keeps a hand on your upper thigh, desperate not to miss the moment you pee. You get much closer to peeing when he has the blindfold on. ‘Maybe next time he’ll have to tie you down until you pee so he can watch.’

Your heart races and excitement whirls in your chest. You can’t believe you’re doing this! Especially considering everything you’ve been through. Memories flash through your mind.

You remember when you had to ask him to help you insert medicine into your bladder through a cater a couple of years ago. You were so worried that he’d never find you sexy again. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

You remember crying and telling him it felt like you were peeing glass after your first surgery.

You remember when he held you and stroked your hair for hours after you gotYour diagnosis of Interstitial Cystitis (IC).

All those long nights laying together on the bathroom floor while you tried to settle your bladder pain. The months without being able to have penetrative sex comfortably. He never complained. “There are lots of other things we can do. You just have to use your imagination,” he’d assure you.

You smile down at him, watching him squirm. You sure have gotten better at using your imagination.

You’ve both come so far since then.

You put one of your heels next to his ear. He flinches and grinins.

“Kiss it,” you command.

He turns his head and kisses the leather.

“You’re such a good boy,” you say.

Look at his body empathing beneath you. You’re about to pee all over him. relax your pelvic floor muscles.

Nothing happens.

He flutters his fingers up your leg. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as the pressure builds again.

On the exhaust you release.

Relief washes over you.The usual burning pain is hardly there today.

He tries to catch you in his hands as pee waterfalls down your tights. As you stream onto his chest, he rubs you into his skin and throws his head back in delight. He sucks his fingers, tasting you.

“Cum for me,” you demand, leaning down and taking his blindfold off.

He tenses as he fulfills your demands all over himself. He slows and shudders. He stretches his arms out and lets out a long sight.

You can’t believe you just did that! Your cheats hurt from how much you’ve been smiling.

You float down, relaxing on the floor beside him before kissing his forehead.

Struggling to unzip your boots in the dim evening light, you toss them aside, colliding with your phone in the process. A photo of Mia appear on your lock screen.

You stand up and reach for your phone as two warm hands rest on your shoulders.

“You parents would have called if Mia needed us,” he assures you, kissing your neck.

“I’ll just go put the towels in the wash first,” you say, reaching down for the soaked towel.

He holds you by the waist and presses his lips against your earlobe.

“I’ll put them in the wash and mop the floor later. The rest of the night is about you. Come have a shower with me,” he whispers in your ear.

‘Go on. Give in.’

You let him lead you to the shower. The warm water and his gentle neck kisses make you levitate.

You stand in the stream of water for a while and enjoy as he rubs a soap-covered luffa across your back–a ritual you’ve shared from the beginning.

You remember how excited he was when you invited him into the shower for the first time. You loved the way he nervously asked if you were sure. Sharing the shower was a way for you to stay connected when you first got IC and sexy times weren’t as frequently as they used to be. The long nights sitting in the shower to help ease pain and he’d sit beside you, gently rubbing your back.

You turn to face him and put your hand out for the luffa. You brush it across his chest.

After you finish washing each other, he pulls the showerhead off and starts rinsing your hair. The showerhead gives you a much-needed head massage. When your hair has been rinsed, he reattaches the showerhead and gets the shampoo. He massages your head with his hands. His gentle touch is something you’ve always appreciated about him.

“I love your fingers,” you say as he finishes rinsing the shampoo and moves on to the conditioner.

“My fingers love you,” he replies.

“I know,” you say as you lean into the head massage.

“So did you enjoy trying a new kink?” he asks after he finishes washing your hair.

You think, trying to put all your feelings into words. He wraps his arms around you, and you let yourself float into his embrace.

“I never thought I’d be able to do that, not after having IC. But I’ve come so far with my pain management this year. I felt like I was weightless afterward. It’s one less thing my illness can stop me from doing now that I’m managing it better. Plus, it’s fun to watch how much you enjoy it,” you, say as you hold him close and breathe in the softness of his skin. “What about you?” you ask.

“I haven’t seen you that dominant for a long time. I’ve missed it. We should celebrate,” he reaches one hand up and pulls the showerhead down until it is spraying on your upper thigh. Your favorite showering ritual.

“Fuck yes,” you giggle.