Marking – An unexpected fetish – Part 2 by laterlifestories

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If you want to understand the mindset, path and struggles we went through in order to begin engaging in water-sports, then read Part-1. If you’d rather skip it, here’s a brief recap

I had asked Cindy to try what should have been a simple task, pee on my cock while in the shower. I wanted her to do this in hopes she’d graduate to being able to pee as I fucked her, thus simulating an experience I’d had with a girl that could squirt. What we found is that despite her best efforts, she couldn’t pee in front of me, much less on me.

Not willing to accept defeat, Cindy began sending me videos of her on the toilet peeing, in hopes of making the act less “private”. When that didn’t work I had her sit on a shower-chair, which had a hole in the middle. Not able to fit my body between the legs of the chair, so she could pee on my cock, eventually I positioned my face under it. Now that Cindy was sitting down, she was finally able to pee. To my surprise, the experience of her peeing on my face left me feeling both submissive and turned on. My response to the encounter was to fuck her hard, right there in the shower, and then cum on her face, as retribution for what she’d done to mine.

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PATH TO UNLOCKING A SECRET

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After the success with the chair, things became much easier for Cindy. She had proven to herself that she could not only pee around me, but was able to quite literally, pee “on” me.   Her morning shower pees continued, but I also told her to start touching herself before and after she peed, so she could get use to peeing while aroused.

Cindy found that soon she no longer needed the chair to pee. I found that her peeing on me, from so far above, made what she did feel more like a dominate act. Having her be in a dominate position over me, literally, hadn’t been the goal for either of us nor was it something we were use to happening. For better or worse we were setting things in motion we were too blind to see coming.

Soon we were standing in the shower and she’d pee on my cock with ease. We repeatedly tried to have her pee while I fucked her, but we never made it happen.  Ultimately we decided anatomy was to blame as my hard cock applied pressure to, and blocked her ability to pee.  We found that if I pulled out most of the way she could pee. but by the time we reached this revelation, the initial fantasy mindset of her “squirting” as I fucked her was mostly a distance memory.

Despite our successes, Cindy never really got into the idea of peeing on me, especially my face. Yes, it was taboo and it normally ended with me fucking her hard right there in the tub, but the act itself did nothing for her.

For my part, I downplayed my reaction and enjoyment of her peeing on me, but she knew there was more to my urging to visit the shower than a desire to let her practice. The truth was, whether I had wanted it or not, the fact her first time peeing was on my face, that had helped cement the act as one of dominance on her part and there was a part of me that not only liked it, but wanted her in that role.

Even though our relationship was primarily one of me in the dominant role and her the willing submissive, with this act, I didn’t feel dominate. I felt out of control and at her whim.  After all, how could you be in charge when someone pissed not only on you, but on your face?  I not only liked being in charge, I was almost militant about never being out of control. Yet, each time she peed on me, especially if it was on my face, a submissive mindset overtook me and that mindset always made me harder, no matter how aroused I’d been moments before. In the moments leading up to, during and right after she peed on me, I felt like there wasn’t anything she could ask or desire that I wouldn’t do.  

The funny thing was, once her act of dominance was over, I would almost over-compensate for how she’d made me feel by becoming excessively dominate in return. It’s true that I enjoyed being “forced” to submit to her in such a taboo act, but I also liked how raw things felt when I took control back and just fucked her hard and without regard to her need.

I wasn’t alone in my enjoyment of this. Cindy still didn’t care for the act or peeing on any part of me and she primarily did so at my request, but she loved my aggression and forcefulness that always followed. She felt used and owned when I took her like that, and that was something she could get use to.

It was her admission of feeling used and owned as I fucked her that became the final key and turning point in both of our journeys.

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THE SECRET TO HER ADDICTION

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Through all of this, we never, and I mean “never”, talked about any aspect of her “homework” or our bathtub activities in terms of “pee” or “piss”.  The terminology was always things like “needing to go”, “while in the bathroom”, “relieving yourself”  or some other phrasing which explained what we meant without the potentially degrading words of “pee” or “piss”.  Degradation is one of the few things that Cindy had no interest in. She didn’t want to be degraded and she wouldn’t degrade someone else so our taboo activities were only mentioned in veiled references and in code.

Despite our indirect language, Cindy still saw the possibility of what we did as degrading. It was a fine line we walked and only my hard cock and forceful fucking afterwards kept it from being something she couldn’t tolerate. When left to her choice, she preferred to pee on my cock, instead of my face, as my face was a hair’s width from degrading me and she’d never shaken that feeling.

Our turning point came when I heard her describe herself as feeling used and owned, when I fucked her once she was done. Something in her phrasing signaled a new approach, one that would use new terminology and a different mindset. 

The next time we teased and played with each other I waited for Cindy to be nearly mindlessly aroused before I said, “I want you to mark me”

“What?”  she asked confused. “What kind or mark?”

I chuckled at her misunderstanding of my vague comment, then I explained. “You know that virtually every animal in the wild, and even our own pets, often show what belongs to them by marking it.”

She listened, but didn’t understand yet so she replied, “Yeah. A lot of animals do that I guess”

I offered her another hint to help lead her to the answer on her own by asking, “But what do they do? How do they show what is theirs? How do they let other animals know what they own or where their territory is?”

It took only a moment before I saw realization form.  “They mark it”, she replied.

I noticed she’d chosen the phrase “they mark it” instead of “they pee on it”, thus continuing to avoid the potentially degrading word. I looked back to her as I said “You’re right, they mark their territory. And if you see me as yours, then you can mark me”

Comprehension continued to flow through her as I placed a new spin on what we had been doing all this time.  She cautiously asked, “What would I mark?”

I was glad to see she was giving this new perspective serious thought. I wanted everything that happened to be her choice, in hopes she might accept it better so I replied, “That depends. Are there parts of me you’d like to claim for your own? Is there something that you want to mark as yours, and yours alone?”

She didn’t speak loudly as she said, “Your cock”

I waited, but hearing nothing else I followed up, “Anything else?”

Still quiet she replied, “Your body”

I gave her a moment to see if that was everything. I soon became glad I had waited as I saw the hesitation sweep across her face right before she added “Your mouth”

I kept a serious look on my face as I asked the important question, “Does marking me appeal to you?”

She nodded her head as she said, “Actually it does. I like the idea of marking you as mine.”  She waited a moment before vocalizing the scenario playing out in her head. “If I mark you, I want you to mark me, with your cum. ”

I had thought about my cum being a way to mark her too, so I was glad she’d brought herself to the same conclusion so quickly. 

She didn’t wait for my reply because she already knew what it’d be. Instead, she stood up and reached her hand out.  We both stood and quietly walked to the bathroom. We both understood where we were going and why, but this was different because it was the first time she’d taken this much initiative.

She started the water warming up, and as we waited, she gently pushed my face down between her legs.  Leaning in I found her pussy wet, and I knew it wasn’t just because of our teasing in the bed earlier. She held me in place as I ate her, and I wasn’t sure if she was doing this to elevate her mood to make this easier, or whether it was because she was showing that she could take what she wanted from me, since I was owned.

Stopping me right before she came, she shut the water off and stepped in the tub. Once again she pushed me down between her legs.  Being in the shower, I sat in my usual position between her legs, and I continued to devour her pussy. Once more she stopped me close to reaching her own orgasm.  She leaned back slightly so she could look down at me.  Her voice was tainted with desire when she gave a clear command, “Stroke your cock. I want to see you hard when I mark you”.

It took no effort for my cock to spring fully to life.  I pressed my face between her legs again and after only a few moments she pulled my head back slightly and away from her pussy.  I looked up at her as she breathed hard as I still stroked my cock. I knew her orgasm was only a breath away and she was obviously holding back. It wasn’t a request, it was just statement of what would happen, as she said.  “Keep stroking your cock. I like seeing you hard. I like knowing you’re stroking it as you think about what’s about to happen”