Four Glasses of Water
 
 
I met a new online Master in a chat room yesterday. His name is Smiling Sadist and now I know why. He said that he met me a couple of years ago after he read my story about how I lost my virginity at 13. (I should probably post that one too, but it's kind of unfinished.) Anyhow, we were chatting and he was making me so crazy that eventually he had me begging him to make me go outside and do something really nasty for him. I was hoping that he would order me out to our kennel but he had other ideas. 
 
Instead he ordered me to drink 4 glasses of water. We had been talking for a long time by then and I really had to pee but he didn't know that. One of Pete's (my hubby) rules for me is that when I have to go I have to ask for permission. I had been putting off asking him because it is so humiliating to have to do that. It is one thing when guys order me to do something humiliating or degrading, I really love that! But somehow it is worse when I have to do it to myself. 
 
So even though I had a pretty good idea what he was up to, and how miserable it was going to make me feel, I went and got a glass and started in on my task for him. By the time I finished the second glass I was already begging him to please let me go. Instead he ordered me to start masturbating but to stop as soon as I was close to cumming. That was when I finally figured out why he calls himself "Smiling Sadist".
 
I am never allowed to wear anything except my dog collar in the house or back yard and Pete my makes me keep my lap top down here on the floor in front of our sliding glass door. He thinks it's funny that I have to be on my knees and forearms when I talk to guys in the chat rooms. Plus he knows that Mr. Thompson, our neighbor in back, can see me. Knowing that he is probably watching the exhibitions I put on always makes me drip. But having to reach back between my legs from that position was torture. My belly felt so bloated it hurt and my arm pushing against it as I rubbed my clit only made it worse.
 
When I got close to cumming I was almost thankful to be able to stop before I made a mess of our carpet. I begged him again to please let me go pee! But all I got back from him was, 

"LOL, SLUT, start drinking the third one!" 

I know it sounds stupid but even though I had to pee so bad it hurt, I was really getting off on the way he was being so mean to me. The way he was making me be a slut for him had me dripping so much there was a growing wet spot on the carpet between my knees. 
 
And that's when he showed me what being a "Smiling Sadist" meant to him. I was half way through the third glass when he told he me had to leave and gave me 5 orders;
 
1.	Finish the third and fourth glasses of water.

2.	Lie on your back with your legs over your head and make yourself cum.

3.	If you haven't urinated all over your face by then, crawl out to the middle of your backyard on your hands and knees and pee like a dog.

4.	Roll over on your back with your legs over your head where you just peed and masturbate again until you cum.

5.	Write about what a pathetic little skank you've been for me today and post it on asstr.org.
 
He signed out and left me there like that; on my knees and forearms in front of my laptop with a half glass of water in my left hand and feeling like a total slut. God, I wanted someone, anyone, to walk up behind me and fuck me as hard as they could at that moment. Which is why I sat up, finished the third glass and started on the fourth. I could have just dumped it out and gone to pee, but I was so crazy by then from the way he had treated me and made me humiliate myself in front of him that I didn't want that feeling to stop. That and the fact that he had given me permission to cum and no matter what I had to do to get it I really needed to cum! 
 
Finishing the third one was hard but the fourth seemed to take forever. I was so bloated by then that all I could do was take little sips or I knew I would explode all over my legs and the rug. But the thought of the promised orgasm kept me going. That and the fact that I was doing this to myself made me feel so deliciously slutty that I didn't want to do anything that would stop that feeling from becoming more intense. It wasn't until I was on my back with my legs over my head and staring at my slit that I realized just how sadistic he had been. 
 
As I started to rub my clit all I could think about was how there was no way that I was going to be able to cum without my pee hole turning into a geyser; with me looking straight up in the air as it all came raining down on my face and belly. That, and thought that Mr. Thompson was probably watching and would see me degrading myself again. 
 
It didn't take long, (Does it ever?), maybe a minute and half. As soon I felt my orgasm go over the edge I clamped my thighs together over my hand, pushed down as hard as I could over my pee hole and rode it out like I was on a roller coaster. When I finally stopped shaking all I wanted to do was run outside as fast as I could and squat down but I knew that I wouldn't. I know, I'm crazy, but I had another orgasm waiting for me in the middle of the back yard and to get to it I had to crawl. 
 
Crawling has always made me feel slutty. It's just so degrading and humiliating when guys make me do it that my whole body feels like it is on fire. The first time a guy made me crawl for him was when I was 13 and it has always made me drip ever since. I know I must have looked funny. We have a wood deck and crawling across that I had to go slow because I was afraid of getting splinters in my knees. But as soon as I reached the grass I couldn't move fast enough. I'm sure I must have looked like I was in a movie in fast forward. All the way out there I could feel it leaking out of me and down my thighs but that was nothing compared to the fire hydrant that opened up when I finally got to the half way point. 
 
He had told me that I had to pee like a dog so instead of squatting I stayed up on my hands and knees let it go even though a lot of it was soaking my calves and feet. As soon as I was done I rolled over into that wet spot in the grass, pulled my legs back up over my head, and settled in for a nice delicious cum. Even though the position I was in and the wet grass from my pee under my back was humiliating I was so worked up again by then that I just didn't care. Actually that made it even better. When it finally hit I just rolled over on my side with my hand clamped between my thighs and let the waves wash over me. 
 
But nothing is ever easy.  I was laying there in the grass and the sunshine, enjoying the warm wonderful feeling of a really good cum, and feeling like the nastiest slut in the world. Only to have the moment spoiled by Mr. Thompson's booming voice asking, 

"What the fuck are doing NOW, you little tramp?" 

He had been watching me of course, like he always does. He had been grocery shopping and the first thing he saw when he looked out of his kitchen window was me on my back with my legs over my head masturbating. But when he saw me crawl out of the house like a madwoman, pee like a dog in the middle of our back yard, and then roll over and do it again he decided he had enough of "my teasing". 
 
He always calls it that. No matter what I do it's somehow always about him. He made me crawl back inside and show him my chat with Smiling Sadist to prove that I had been given permission to cum. Even so he still made me get my paddle and pulled me over his lap. He made me count out and thank him for 20 really hard spanks. He said I deserved it just for being a slut and letting guys use me like Smiling Sadist did. When he was through he stood up, dumping me off of his lap onto the floor, and ordered me to crawl out to my stake by the back fence and wait for him on my knees and forearms. It was almost more humiliating then before. I knew that I looked like a slut with my butt glowing red from the spanking, let alone waiting for him to come out and chain me to my stake with my face in the grass and nothing on but my dog collar. 
 
I don't know if he had a couple beers in there or what, but it seemed to take him forever to come back out. The whole time I just kept going over everything I had done and how I must look with my butt up in the air like that. By the time he finally came out I was dripping and when I saw the red magic marker and my butt plug in his hands it only got worse. I don't know if it's just him or if all old guys have a thing about fucking young girls in the ass. When he is through using me he always pushes my plug into me. He says that way I will keep his cum in me and won't forget who put it there. Like that would ever happen! 
 
I knew what was next. "SPANK ME" on my butt, FUCK ME, EVERYONE ELSE DOES" on my back, and of course, "SLUT" across my forehead as thick as he could make it so it won't wear off for days. (It's been 2 days already and you can still see it.) And just to be mean he shortened up my chain when he locked it so I had to spend the rest of the afternoon with my cheek in the grass and my nose almost touching the stake. Then he forced me to hobble around so that he could see me with my butt up in the air through the gate in the fence. 
 
By the time Pete got back from work I was a gushing mess just from the sound of the cars that drove by the front of Mr. Thompson's house and wondering how many of them had seen me. Pete didn't say a word to me when he got home. He just gave me a spank as he walked by and went over to Mr. Thompson's to see what was going on. When he came back he laughed at me and said,

" Well slut, it looks like even when you get permission to cum you still manage to get yourself in trouble." 

Then he unlocked my collar, ordered me to crawl inside, get cleaned up and put on my "School Girl" clothes. 

It was probably my all time best night of playing "Hide and Seek" with him and the guys ever. But I will have to tell you about that another time.
 
 
Luv you all, your little fuckslut, cockslut, cumslut, alleyslut, dogslut, and urinalslut, candy...xoxoxoxoxoxooo

