I've been a submissive for a long time and have been having fun with peeing and enema play for many years. The first time a man peed on me was from my dominant husband.
He knew about my childhood, my dominant mother, the numerous spankings on me and in private my father, he also knew about my watching her giving my dad an enema. We had talked about it often but he never seemed interested in giving me an enema even though I had hinted at it numbers of times 😃
My husband had certain rules for his wife, clean house, good food, never disobey, but his biggest rule was when he came home from work I was to be on my knees at the door naked waiting for him (as a good bitch should he'd say) The few times I had forgotten were well memorable for him humiliating for me and laughable for those that saw me over the years. For a young woman the best were the punishments the worst was the collar and leash and being taken out in public.
This time was to be different way different. I had to work late, (I always, always made sure I was home half an hour before he was) The drive home was well unbearable I wasn't sure what was going to happen, the part of me that craved the submission and humiliation couldn't wait the practical side well all I knew it was going to be bad and I probably wasn't going to be sitting for a week!
When I pulled into the garage I was shocked he wasn't home! A sigh of relief or disappointment I wasn't sure but either way I was out of trouble.. I flew out of the car practically pulling off my clothes as I went through the kitchen and assumed the nightly position and waited and waited and waited. He was never this late ever at 11:00 I had a really bad feeling and slowly got up and went to the living room to decide what to do. I had this horrible feeling I didn't miss him after all and he was planning something really bad. I didn't have to wait long
When I heard the truck pull up I almost fell over myself to kneel in front of the door and began to beg his forgiveness the minute the door opened, I had to work late it would never happen again I promised. he didn't say a word just dropped a rather large sack on the counter put my collar and leash on and told me to heel. I kept my head down and followed on all fours as I heard him grab up the sack and pull the leash towards our bedroom. When I started to speak he didn't look at me he just whispered quiet bitch, down. I sat on my knees and watched him.
He pulled out a large enema bag, tubes, a very wicked nozzle a big roll of plastic, and a new crop. My heart raced, he was finally going to give it to me the way I wanted! I wasn't sure about the crop it looked like it was going to hurt like hell, up until now he had never used anything more than a belt or paddle on me. he disappeared into the bathroom and left me trembling as I heard water running until I heard him say bitch come. For the next few hours I went through the worst cramps of my life, while plugged and filled got my ass whipped but I survived. Spent as I was I wanted to please him for giving me what I wanted but it wasn't over yet. I didn't know but the last time I was expelling his concoction he stepped out of the bathroom and covered our bedroom floor with plastic.
When he heard the toilet flush I heard him say bitch come. He had me lay on the plastic while he stood over me he began to pee on me. To be honest I was more turned on then ever. When he stopped he told me knees I got on my knees and opened my mouth which he began to pee in he told me not to miss a drop or I was going to be very very sorry. I didn't thank god because I could only imagine what he might do! When I was done sucking him dry and sucked him off he told me to clean up the mess and take a shower there were going to be some changes around here.
As I took a shower and cleaned all the piss off my body and hair I wasn't sure what to expect when I came back into the room. He was laying in the bed calm as could be with a big smile on his face, but did whisper down bitch. I dropped to all fours and went to the side of the bed and asked if I could get in. There were some nights when I slept on the big dog bed in the corner so I wasn't sure. He pulled back the covers and patted the bed relieved I slid in and snuggled up next to him. I don't remember exactly what he said but he admitted he didn't realise how much he enjoyed giving me enemas and watching me squirm and he really loved using my mouth as a toilet. So much so that from now on when he didn't feel like getting up and going to the bathroom I was to immediately assume the position and open my mouth never ever spilling a drop and he didn't care who was here. In fact when his friends were over if they didn't feel like going I was going to take care of them too.
Over the course of the next ten years before his passing we had plenty of adventures that would make some people run for the hills! But he taught me to accept my submission totally and barring anything that would hurt another person embarrass yes but mostly me, I can't think of much in the realm of D/S relationships I haven't done.
I just wanted to share the first time I started in the land of pee play!