Passions Torrent

The mosaic in his expansive shower is a masterpiece, its custom design woven with dark, artistic nuances. 

Every detail in this home, especially this unique tile work, mirrors the complex personality of the man who dwells within.

I never envisioned myself here, exposed to such opulence and surrendered to forbidden temptations.

The shower tiles, dry yet cool, are hard against my knees.

His voice reaches me, a soft, soothing cadence, a tranquil buzz that settles deep in my mind. 

Yet I keep my gaze fixed away as he steps into the vast bathroom.

For weeks, we've been entwined, inseparable, each love-making session more electrifying than the last.

I find my heart ensnared, whispering of love for him... 

Yet, I never foresaw my journey leading here.

I come not by force or deceit but by invitation, a beckoning into this realm.

I was inspired to surrender wholly to this experience, to submit to its depths with every fiber of my being.

Throughout our time together, I've uncovered previously hidden aspects of myself and explored parts of my essence I never knew existed.

And with each encounter, I yearn for even more as my desire deepens.

My career shines brightly, wealth abounds, and my mind is a fortress of well-being.

Yet, I kneel in anticipation of his guidance to be led into the depths of his desire.

Here, he stands before me, inviting me onward.

I look up at him.

The arousal in his eyes is like fire as he looks down at me.

I am exposed yet enveloped in liberation as I kneel on the threshold of surrender, aware that this experience will claim me wholly.

I never envisioned my presence here... not in such forbidden surrender.

We've danced around the topic, touching on it in fleeting conversations veiled in mirth. 

And though a 'yes' has never crossed my lips, a 'no' has remained equally unspoken.

Following our encounter today, I was gently commanded to go and kneel in the shower.

Though his voice was devoid of mirth, his command carried a gentle, yet compelling undertone.

I complied without a murmur of dissent, propelled by an inner acknowledgment of my desire, which matched his intensity.

I obeyed.

And here I kneel as he stands before me, poised and aiming for my heart.

As the first vigorous droplets cascade onto my chest, dispersing in a wild dance around me, my eyes seal shut in reflex.

The warmth of his spray battles the bathroom's cold tile embrace, ascending to caress my face, weaving through my hair before journeying down my body's length.

In this moment, enveloped by the embrace of being utterly owned, I bask in the sheer indulgence of his golden cascade.

In the aftermath of such exquisite debauchery, I linger in the sensory cocoon, not rushing to open my eyes.

I wait, savoring the moment until his voice, hypnotic and commanding, beckons me to open my eyes.

I open my eyes, resisting the primal urge to wipe the remnants of urine from my face.

The aroma, not wholly displeasing settles into a realm of neutrality, a curious balance of mild ammonia.

Faced with the question of my dedication to fulfilling his every whim, I submit with a compliant "yes."

As the word leaves my lips, droplets of piss enter my mouth.

A curious melding of commitment and the taste of complete and uttermost submission.

Despite this experience being beyond the wildest corners of my imagination, I find myself surrendering to it with a fervor I could never have anticipated, embracing its depths with an openness I never thought possible.

My pussy is drenched and poised for the unfolding of whatever he desires of me next.

I am ready to submit to his exotic whims with every fiber of my being…