A confession.

The first time I pissed on a man, it was glorious.

I had made him undress completely and wait for me for some time alone in the darkened room as I changed into a corset and stockings, put on my heels. I touched up my make-up while I raised my voice to him, You had better be sitting still waiting for me.

While I was satisfied that he had waited long enough, I returned to the room. I could tell he was embarrassed by his request of me. Valentine, I want you to piss on me . . . Please? And thus, we faced one another in the darkened room. His hands shook slightly, though he tried to hide them between his knees, and he would not meet my eyes directly.

I bent at the waist, took his face in my hands, and forced him to look directly into my blue eyes. "Why are you so shy?" I asked.

He said nothing, so I continued.

"Is it because you've asked me, who you hardly know, to piss on you? That's got to be it. Now, get up, go to the bathroom."

He rose and lumbered sheepishly in front of me as I followed him to the bathroom. We were both aware of only the sound of the click-click-click of my heels on his hardwood floor. Once in the bathroom, he flailed about before settling like a flustered bird on his heels in the bathtub.

"Not like that!" I said. "Don't you know anything? Lie down."

He complied. I grasped the rail along the tiled wall and placed first one heeled foot, then the other, into the bathtub. I took him by the hair on the back of his head and positioned myself over him, his face between my soft thighs.

"Tell me again, what do you want?"

"I want you to piss on me," he said in a hush.

"Good boy. Open your mouth."

I guided his mouth into place by the hair of his head and slowly relaxed my muscles. At first nothing happened, then came a great gush of piss from me, filling his mouth. He swallowed, consuming me. The golden liquid spilled down his chin, down his naked torso, until it ran down the drain. I pissed a beautiful arch of piss onto him, and when I had finished, I got out of the bathtub.

I looked at him again, covered in my shower. He licked his lips.

*A fantasy based on actual events.