I feel the overwhelming need to listen.

 

"Can I get some verbal confirmation that you understand?"

 

"Yes, Elera, I'm nothing. You're everything. The only reason I exist is to let you fuck the everliving hell out of me, and then some."

 

Elera lets go of me and takes a step back.

 

"Can I get some physical confirmation that you understand?"

 

I nod.

 

"That's right dearie. That's all today is going to be. I want to really make sure I'm right about how much I control you, because it would be very embarrassing if I was wrong—honestly.

 

I tilt my head in confusion. She sighs.

 

"You playthings make for awful company."

 

I watched as she turned away to look out into the forest. It was silent except for some distant birds. I couldn't exactly understand what she meant, because it didn't seem entirely relevant to me. She sighs yet again before turning to look at me through the few strands of hair laying over her eyes. The sun filters through the tree canopies, and then some.

 

"Okay. Well, um, get on your knees."

 

I get on my knees.

 

"Take your shirt off."

 

I take my shirt off. My tits drop out—no bra.

 

"Take your underwear off."

 

I pull up my skirt and slip my underwear down my legs under my knees and to my ankles. I have to sit back and down to bring my legs in front of me before slipping one foot out and then the other.

 

"Now the skirt."

 

I unzip the side of my skirt and bend back to slide it under myself—after which it easily pulls off through both of my legs. I get back up onto my knees.

 

"What are you?"

 

"Yours."

 

"Then turn around."

 

I turn around and feel saddened for not being able to see my owner.

 

"Bend over onto your elbows."

 

I bend over onto my elbows and decide I might as well arch my back. I feel a hand slide between my legs to lift upwards.

 

"Are you feeling embarrassed?"

 

"Not at all."

 

"That's no use. What's something you'd feel embarrassed to do?" Elera asked as she inserted a finger into me.

 

"There isn't much."

 

"Think of something."

 

I thought for a second as Elera's fingers explored me. I've made plenty of other things embarrass themselves to no end. Some of them are embarrassed to strip naked—I'm not. Some of them are embarrassed to start touching themselves because they're embarrassed to admit they want to—I'm not. Some of them are embarrassed when I ask them to beg—I feel conflicted about that one. Nearly all of them are embarrassed to get pissed on, which doesn't make any sense because it's quite a treat. My piss is amazing, and the best part is that it's mine and I get to do whatever I want with it. If I want a scene wet—I can make it so. If I want piss to drink—it's no issue. What would really be embarrassing would be if I couldn't piss wherever I wanted. Even more-so if I had to beg. Oh. No way in hell will I ever beg to piss.

 

"Begging to piss myself and drink it. It's my piss and if I want it then I'll have it—I already have it, it's mine."

 

"Wow, you sound really confident about that, good job. Go find a stream and drink as much water as you can before coming back here. Is that clear, dearie?"

 

"Yes."

 

I go and find a stream and drink as much water as my stomach will hold. Then I find Elera. I, again, feel the overwhelming need to listen.

 

"You're back. Did you do what I told you to?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Okay, kneel down again."

 

I kneel down in front of her.

 

"Lick up my leg."

 

I lick up her leg as far as I can without not kneeling.

 

"Thank you, dearie. Now lie down on your back and spread your legs."

 

I lay back on the ground and spread my legs—the skin where my thighs meet pulling apart from moisture.

 

"Make as much noise as you can for me. I want the whole forest to hear you"

 

She undoes her own clothes before kneeling in between my legs—throwing one leg over mine and turning me slightly onto my side so that my other leg points upwards. She starts grinding against me. I start breathing deeply and lowly moaning. As I get wetter she gets wetter. Strings of drool form when we pull away from each other before recombining and sticking to each other. We go back and forth between wanting to rub against the other as quick as possible and as slowly and forcefully as possible. I feel more and more of a pressure on my abdomen. Our juice builds up and migrates to our thighs—making the entire area quite desirable. I moan as loud as I can hoping to please Elera—and thus me. Elera pulls away for a moment so that we can see all the work we've accomplished. I feel a bigger pressure on my abdomen—and thus an excitement.

 

"Pretty. Still not near wet enough, though, don't you think?"

 

"Mhm! That's what the stream water was for though right?"

 

"Yes, dearie. Don't though."

 

"What?"

 

"No piss or squirt or any of that. Okay?"

 

"But, why?"

 

I feel confused. Normally I would have relieved myself long ago, but I held it for some reason. A week ago something similar to this happened and I got offended that someone would tell me I can't piss on them—so I shoved their face in the soon-to-be-mud and got it over with anyways. But, now:

 

"I want you to think all about it though."

 

Elera put my legs together and lifted them over my head, holding my pussy above me.

 

"Just imagine how pathetic it would be if you felt the need to—pardon my language—ask for permission for such a thing."

 

The pleasure from my face erased and I held my mouth agape. I looked up to see my wet cunt and just much thirst it still had. No way in hell should it go unfulfilled.

 

"Now further, imagine how pathetic it would be if you felt the need to—pardon my language—beg to piss on your own face and drink it."

 

I looked at her and imagined.

 

"Do you know what I want you to do?"

 

I shook my head no.

 

"Beg."

 

I feel confused. Why did I feel so offended just a second ago? Why was I questioning my behavior? Why wasn't I being a good plaything? I should have been begging years ago.

 

"Please!"

 

"Please what?"

 

"Um! Can I drink myself? I mean like—pee on myself and drink it and everything?"

 

"Wow, so you are really that pathetic?"

 

"Yes!"

 

"Say it again?"

 

"Yes! I really am that pathetic."

 

"Go ahead, dearie."

 

Then, Elera stood and watched as I, quite desperately, wet my face and the ground behind me—trying to get as much into my mouth as possible.

 

"I guess there really isn't a doubt about it then."

 

I turned to her.

 

"Hm?"

 

"That I actually control you. I sort of thought that you might just be a really desperate slut. But no, you actually are nothing and I'm everything and the only reason you exist is to let me fuck you senseless, and then some."

 

"Mhm!"

 

"Okay. Good pet. Now forget all about today. Tell me what we did today."

 

I told her what we did today: nothing.