What Does It Feel Like By Destiny Teardrop

'What Does it Feel Like?' by Destiny Teardrop - January 15th 2011

'What does it feel like?' you ask. You wonder if it feels as good as sub space? (laugh). Well, I can only imagine what sub space feels like, but.I can tell you this though, it feels like nothing else on earth, it feels amazin. It feels urgent, powerful, strong, exciting, intense. It feels right.

When you moan and whimper, when I hear you cry, your voice breaking in my ear as you reach desperation point. When you can barely whisper, 'Please Mistress' or when you loudly scream 'Please can I stop?!' as you edge, knowing that you you don't want to stop, it's the last thing you want, but you have to beg to stop rather than risk my wrath by disobeying my command not to cum. I love the paradox, the cruelty of that.

I love it when I allow you to get your breath back for a moment and I comment how you can't be that desperate to cum because you begged to stop, and you groan, and start to say 'B....but..' as I 'Ssssshh' you with my finger and laugh.

One day, I decide that it might be fun to have you entertain me with your bodily fluids. You are commanded to drink two litres of water. You don't ask why, you do as you are told. We laugh and chat as you are reminded by me to drink up.

You ask permission to go pee, I refuse. You whimper but answer 'yes Mistress, thank you Mistress'.

'Drink more' I firmly state.

'Mistress, I need to piss, quite badly now'. 'Be quiet and drink'.

I continue to chat about idle things, music, the weather, my shopping requirements etc. You engage in conversation with me quite easily, but I can hear a little tension growing in your voice.

'Mistess, can I please sit on a chair now? My knees hurt'. I sigh, 'yes, get up and stop whining and drink!'. You thank me profusely and swallow more of the cold water until the final mouthful is drunk.

'Mistress, I am really having problems now, I am desperate, please may I go to the toilet?' you beg, your voice sounding quite pathetic as your urgency grows.

I chuckle, 'Well my boy, I have a deal to strike with you! You are very lucky, I am feeling generous'.

'Yes Mistress?' you ask hopefully.

'Do you want to cum, my boy?'.' Oh God, yes please...please let me cum, Mistress, I need to so much it's been weeks, Mistress'.

'Well, you know that I only ever have you cum if it's to please me and I have decided that I want to have some fun with your cum!" I pause. "You may cum once you have pissed yourself."

I let the words hang in the air as the meaning of what I have said to you sinks in.

'Mistress, I ...' you stutter. 'You want me to piss myself here on the floor?'

'Are you deaf as well as stupid? You want to pee don't you, boy?'

You nod and lower your eyes, 'yes my Mistess....'

'Then do it, kneel on the floor, feel that hot steaming piss splash over your legs'

'Oh God' you moan as you kneel down, looking at up me. I laugh and bend down to pat your cheek. 'Maybe my boy needs to wear diapers, hmm?'

'Do it..NOW' I command. You nod and whisper 'yes Mistress' . I watch as your face flushes and you groan with a mixture of relief and shame as your hot yellow pee pools around your knees, spreading a large puddle all over the marble floor. Your eyes are full of tears now as you whimper softly.

'You disgusting pig. You animal' I spit at you. 'What are you? TELL ME!' I roar. 'I'm a disgusting pig, an animal, Mistress' you sob.

"You will clean that mess up in just a few moments. Now, for the second part of the deal, get rubbing and get to the edge.'

I watch as you frantically rub your already semi-hard cock, your hand jerking rapidly back and forth as you hurry to get closer to the point of no return. 'Look at you, you are pathetic, kneeling there in your own piss. Look at what's become of you!' I jeer at you, laughing. Feeling my own arousal peaking as I humilate you further and further. I feel it now, strongly, deeply, in my chest, my power is immense, overwhelming. At this moment, you would do anything for me, you are shameless, without a care, you just need to do as you are told, to feel my power, my control.

'You're kneeling in pungent, stinking piss, cold, piss now.....' I continue to mock you as your breathing becomes more rapid. 'You may beg to cum and if I command you to cum, you will cum all over the floor, mixing your cum with your piss and the MOMENT you have cum you will get on all fours and drink it all up. Or you can stop right now....' I laugh as I offer you a way out, knowing that your need to cum will over-ride your abhorrence at the thought of cleaning up your own piss and cum from the cold, hard, dirty floor with your tongue.

For a moment, you pause, groaning with frustration, your mind torn between your need to cum and your revulsion and what you have been commanded to do. 'Decide, NOW' I declare 'Please may I cum, my Mistress?' you gasp, as you continue to rub your engorged cock, precum very evidently glistening on the tip.

I stay silent. You keep rubbing, 'Mistress....??...Please....' you pant. I love this moment. This is MY moment of full and total control. I smile, revelling in my domination over you. My clitoris throbs and I know that later I will masturbate and cum hard remembering this moment.

'CUM NOW' I state firmly and within seconds you shoot hot, sticky semen onto the floor. I hear you cry out in ecstasy, your face screwed up, your mouth open. 'CLEAN IT , NOW!' I loudly declare, 'don't you DARE wallow in your own pleasure', You immediately bend down and begin lapping at the piss/cum mixture.

I laugh, loud, hard as you gag, coughing and spluttering, repelled and revulsed as you clean the floor.

'Don't miss a drop, my dirty, piss/cum drinking, bitch' I chuckle. You groan, but don't dare to stop as you lap away like some dehydrated beast in the desert who has just found a pool of water.

Some minutes later, the floor is relatively clean of your emissions.

'Kneel up' I command.

You kneel, hands behind your back, head lowered.

'Look at me'

You look up, your eyes full of utter love and devotion.

'How do you feel?' I ask.

'Used, exhausted, disgusting, wonderful, totally and completely owned, my Mistress, thank you. I adore you' you whisper.

You ask what it feels like? It feels as if the world is mine. I feel as I am invincible. I feel as if I've found my place. It feels like ME.