Well, if you want to piss like a dog that badly, I guess you’ll have to go all the way on it: no more pissing in the toilet. Instead you’ll have to whimper at the door until I clip your leash on and take you outside to do it where everyone can see. And if you can’t hold it long enough and end up pissing on my nice carpet, I think you know what happens next.
Uhhm ok who told you that one of my top fantasies is being dragged outside on a leash and forced to piss myself like a dog
God. I like to think this happens after I've settled into being your butch pet a bit. You take me to your our lovely new home and I slowly start to adjust to my new life in obedience to you. I learn how to kneel, how to service you with my mouth, how to offer my tits to you, how to present my cunt. I answer when spoken to and behave properly when we have guests over. I let you dress me and take your arm when we go for walks in public, aware the whole time that the chain around my neck is really a collar around my throat. I work hard to be obedient, to be good, and you call me handsome and pet my hair when I can't help but cry after you've been rough with my cunt.
One day I come home from work and there are people putting up a new fence in the backyard. While cooking dinner I shyly ask you about it, but you just run your hand through my hair and tell me not to worry about it. When you tug my jeans down and push me over the counter, any remaining thoughts of it are banished from my mind completely.
Then, a little less than a week later, I come home from work and there's a lock on the bathroom door. I freeze, hating the way heat rushes straight to my cunt even as cold dread washes over me. There's a lock on the upstairs bathroom, too, and I'm forced to sit and wait on the couch until you come home, desperately trying to ignore the way my belt digs into my bladder.
You come home later than normal to find me pacing in the living room, knees clenched, belt and pants on the floor. I whirl around to face you when you enter, but the words I was about to say die in my throat when I see the predatory look on your face.
"Aww, my poor puppy," You coo, running your hands down my sides and up my shirt. You press one hand on my stomach and I can't help but grunt.
"Please--" I can feel my legs trembling as you slowly rub just beneath the waistband on my boxers. "Please, I just need to use the bathroom."
"Hmm..." You hum thoughtfully as you cup my cunt, gently groping my folds. Instead of replying, you just withdraw your hands and press down on my shoulders. I whine, but when you shoot me a dark look I force myself down onto my knees, trying my best to keep my legs clenched. You ruffle my hair absentmindedly.
"I'll be back in just a moment, puppy. Don't move. And no talking." With one last brush of your hand against me, you slip away and up the stairs.
I'm forced to kneel silently and wonder what you have planned for me. I can't think of anything except my aching bladder now, and even though I can only think of how badly I wish I had gone before I left work, I can still feel my cunt dripping in need.
When you come downstairs there's an unfamiliar collar in your hand-- and a leash. I whimper, wide-eyed, as you latch it around my throat and the leash clicks against the hardware but I know better than to speak. The cold feeling of humiliation and dread returns as you tug me to my feet and towards the sliding glass door that leads to our backyard.
The firm tug of my leash in your hand guides me to the middle of the yard. It's a beautiful day-- the sun is warm against my back and the grass is cool against my feet. I can hear our neighbors next door swimming in their pool. I close my eyes and tense at the sound of water.
"Arms up." My eyes snap open at the command, but I know better than to hesitate. Heart pounding, I raise my arms enough for you to slip my shirt off of me, and then you reach for my sports bra. I shudder as the sun hits my bare breasts and you grope my tits, clearly enjoying the way I keen when you pinch my nipples. By now, I can feel my whole body trembling with the need to piss.
You don't hesitate and begin to strip my boxers from my body, as well. You tug on my leash and walk me deeper into the yard, parading my naked body along the fence line. When we come close to the side we share with our neighbors, you stop. I can't help but eye the thin gaps in the privacy fence nervously. They're right on the other side, I can hear them talking about what hot tub they might put in now that the pool is finished.
"Down." Your voice cuts through the fog in my head like a sledgehammer, and I am falling to my knees in the grass before I even fully realize you've given me a command. You circle me slowly before coming to a stop behind me.
"You know better than to remove the clothes I dress you in." I flinch, heart pounding. But no punishment comes. You simply sigh and continue.
"Still, I suppose your training is still incomplete." You crouch behind me, gripping the back of my head firmly. You tilt my head back by my hair just until I can meet your eyes with a groan. Your expression is dark, hungry, and more than a little glassy. I recognize that look, and my heart only begins to beat more loudly. "Get on your hands and knees."
I fall forward, wincing as my bladder twinges and my whole body is wracked with a shuddering need. You're already tugging harshly at my collar, though, as you lead me away from the fence. I crawl after you on my hands and knees, all too aware of how anybody could look over our fence and see me like this, naked and leashed like a dog.
Finally, you stop. I look up at you and realize tears are leaking from my eyes.
"Piss." You command. I freeze.
"What?" The croak slips out before I can control myself, and I flinch when you crouch and yank me to the ground by my leash.
"I said, piss." You step closer. "You're not allowed to use the bathrooms inside anymore. From now on, you'll wait at the back door like a good dog, and when I take you for your walks you will wait for my command to relieve yourself."
My hips buck involuntarily into the air. I can feel the pressure deep in my abdomen like a brick, my whole body shaking so hard I can barely hold myself up. I try to force the pressure down, down and out of my body, but only a small trickle runs down my leg.
"I can't," I sob.
"You will." You snarl, stepping closer. "Do you want the neighbors to hear you? See you like this? Begging to piss at my feet?"
"Please, I can't." I wail, and then you're behind me, caging my body in and forcing me closer to the ground. One hand, wrapped in my leash, forces my face into the dirt as the other forces its way under my thigh. I wheeze as you wrap your arm around my thigh and hoist it into the air.
"Piss yourself like the dog you are," Your voice is hot and commanding in my ear, and I whimper as you release your hold on my leg. I sob as your hand reaches under me and squeezes, doing my best to keep my leg in the air like a good dog--
And then there's warmth, running through my folds and down my leg. I strain as you push against me, and then the dam breaks and piss pours out of me onto the ground below. You lean back, giving me space, as I relieve myself into the grass. I moan wretchedly, all too aware of the way my cunt clenches emptily in the warm afternoon air, wet with need and my own piss. From above me, I hear a single 'click' and a sob of relief involuntarily escapes my chest.
"There's my good butch." You're up against me again, this time cradling me towards your chest, supporting my weight as I shift on my hands and knees in the wet grass. You graze the edge of my ear with your teeth. The edge of your knee grinds lazily against my cunt. We stay like that for a moment, until my eyes flutter shut and my trembling body gives out fully.
"Good dog," You coo as you grope my wet cunt. The grass is cool against my cheek.
"Next time, I'll take you for a proper walk."
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