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I have been a very bad little girl, haven’t I, daddy? And I know that I deserve a punishment, but please, daddy, please don’t pee on me….It’s so warm and I think I might like it….

You don’t want to listen, you are my daddy and I have to do what I am told, I know….You take me into the bathroom and make me take off my pink dress, oh no daddy, please don’t make me get into the tub, please, daddy!

You gently slap my face, and tell me….”Do as I say, now…..take off your panties, take off everything for daddy”….

You watch me, my dress falls to the floor, my panties slip off too….I can’t help it, but my pussy is starting to get wet….I watch as you unzip your jeans and my eyes grow wide as you force my hand around your thick, hard cock..moving me into the tub, making me stroke it for you….

“Now”, you say to me…”Don’t you want daddy to punish you for being a naughty girl?…Yes?”  I sink into the tub, anticipating your hot pee streaming over my silky skin….

“Now, stroke it as I pee, young lady”, you tell me, and I do….”Oh, daddy, yes daddy…please, I want to feel it”….

You let it flow, all over my nipples….my belly…..my…face….shooting your sweet cum right into my mouth!

When you are finished, you turn on the shower, wash my body….and say, “Did you like that dear, was it good for you?”

“I did daddy, and thank you….I will be your naughty girl anytime you like!”

“Thank you daddy”…..You smile as you walk away, and you say, very quietly….”Next time, you will pee on daddy!”

Jodi

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Let me introduce you to the P Style, a device that allows women to pee standing up PROPERLY. Yes you read it right!

I know there are a few gadgets out there with the same purpose and I have no idea if they work, but I am a big fan now of the P Style. Ok so I do not need to pee standing up very often myself BUT if I were to go camping, hiking, on an outdoor activity, on a holiday or anywhere I know peeing may be an issue I will from now on carry this device with me. For those with fear of germs in public toilets it can be a god send and if for some reason you have health issues with sitting on a toilet (knee pains, broken legs, etc) it can be quite handy as well. . reviews 005 reviews 003 . What is it? Well its a hard plastic shell that measures approx 3.8 cm (1.5 in) tall, 3.8 cm (1.5 in) wide and 19 cm (7.5 in) long. Here is a pic of it with a pen next to it so you can get an idea of the dimensions.

If you look at it side ways it starts with a tiny up curve and ends down in a slow pat the other end. If you look from the top it looks a bit like a water slide with a wider part at one end and a narrower at the other. The P Style comes in 6 different colors: blue, clear, green, lavender, pink and orange. . Using it: either naked or clothed (just unzip pants or lift skirt or push undies/bathing suit to the side) slide the wider part between your legs just past you urethra and push it up tight against you. Lean it down. Oh and don’t forget to lift the toilet seat up…yep just like a man. Now pee! And marvel at your exploits! . I know this is going to sound silly but OMG its so much fun! First I thought the peeing reflex would be hard, like when squatting in the woods. But I had no problem. And yes I had a great time being able to aim my urine into the toilet bowl like a man would. When your done pull out the P Style while pushing up to catch the drips. You will see they will trickle down into the toilet. Juts dry up with a bit of toilet paper, you won’t need as much as usual. Then rinse and wash in the sink the device or if the woods bring a little towelette. You can do the whole process easily without getting any urine on your hands. I am telling you I am now looking forward to peeing at home just to use it for now. Its such a great novelty. . AND I found a way to apply it in BDSM next time that circumstance comes up. It is perfect for golden showers. What sucks about then is that women have no control really as to where the stream will go. With the P Style you can direct it perfectly to any body part of the sub you want. Its going to be fabulous!

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Mistress watched from the window of the beach house as the van pulled up. Four men unloaded the equipment and headed down toward the beach, each one excited with anticipation. These were to be her playmates on this glorious day. She checked the tide clock. Right on time, as ordered. She waited almost an hour, then looked out again and saw the youngest man standing on the dune, again as ordered, facing the Sun motionless.

Dressed in a bikini bottom and a light sun robe, Mistress started out toward the beach to see if all was prepared to her liking. She passed the young man on the dune, who dared not peek at her lovely breasts hanging out through the front of her robe. On her private beach, the oriental rug was placed neatly under the canopy. No sand was on it, as ordered, and the shade only covered her rug. The pillows were fluffed. The cooler was set out. The two doorbells placed next to her pillow, wires running into the ground; all as ordered again.

To the right and left of where she would sit, two faces came just inches out of the sand facing the blazing Sun, mouths open at all times, as ordered. Near the water’s edge, where the low tide had started it’s hypnotic rhythm, Mistress needed to check the last head. Her little pig boy was also buried, with his head sticking up from the neck. Unlike the other two, he would need to be able to move around. All three males were cuffed and bound under the sand, then wrapped with masking tape. Escape was impossible. The Mistress approved of the set-up. This day would be a pleasant one, if the wimps did not break down. She poured a margarita from the pitcher into an extra salty rimmed glass and walked down to where the third head was protruding from the shore line.

“Are you thirsty piglet?” She said this smiling, and did not expect a negative answer.

“Yes Mistress”

She gave him some sips, and the flakes of salt left a radom resudue on his lips. Then she went back to the rug, serving the mixture to the other two wimps. They would be thirsty soon. Facing the sun, she could watch them suffer as she read her novel. She mixed a second margarita for herself, savoring it slowly as she read. After a few minutes she lit a large cigar. She didn’t necessarily like them, but the ashes would cake on her entertainment’s tongues after the margarita began to do its job. She sighed and smiled, her beautiful breasts catching the sea breeze and erecting her soft pink nipples. This would be a wonderful day.

Within an hour, the faces at either side were red with sunburn. The mouths, still open at all times, were cracked and caked with the cigar ash. She took the stub of the cigar, and ran it down between the blonde’s eyes on the face to her right. Burning the flesh just a bit on the nose, she brought it down to the sand, about where his navel might be. A pause, then she stuck it into the sand. Yes, she could see the pain in his eyes, and the struggle too as he tried not to show it. The sand would soon snuff it out before too much damage was done.

The Mistress mixed another margarita, and sipped as she read. She put the book down to rest her eyes. Time to test the doorbells. The wires ran into the sand from each bell button. Under the sand, each side had a large dry cell battery that was connected to wires ending in long, metal rods. Each rod had been lubricated, so as to conduct the current better. One was taped into each man’s anal opening. The other was shoved, like a catheter, into his pee hole. By the time she thought about the buttons, the rods incerted in the piss holes were already causing excruciating discomfort. She looked at the redhead to her left, into his burned face, and dry, cracked ashtray mouth. She pushed the button down for 10 seconds. He groaned, then quickly coughed as the ashes swirled in his mouth. She smiled, delighted with her toys. The blonde was next, he almost screamed out and would have if the margarita had not left him so dry. Back and forth she alternated the shocks, watching the eyes of each as she giggled. Finally she became bored, and dropped a long string of spit into each man’s mouth as a reward. They dared not swallow it in her presence.

She checked her watch. She was a little late and timing was important. Mistress arose and sauntered down toward her piglet. When she reached him, she took out a blindfold and covered his eyes, not out of mercy but to deny him the view of her beauty. She slipped off her bikini bottom, and crouched near the pig’s gaping mouth. Out came a stream of urine from the Margaritas she had drank. The Mistress pissed all over his face but mostly into his mouth, savoring the beautiful seascape as she used her portable toilet. He swallowed as best he could, almost gasping at times. As she squatted there, she watched the waves as high tide approached. She raised herself up, as one strong wave crashed on the sand several yards in front of her toilet, and it’s remains tickled piglet’s neck before retreating. The Mistress smiled, as piglet choked on the last of her nectar. She started back to the house. The man on the dune was ordered not to move until she closed her door. Then he would race to free piglet from a tidal drowning. She stopped, however, forgetting the time. She stared into the man’s face, then viciously scratched down his hideously burned chest. He winced, but nothing more.

“Very good. No reaction.” She said.

Then the Mistress reached down between his legs, and caressed his cock while allowing her nipples to lightly touch his scratched chest. His cock sprung to life quickly. A reaction! Disobedience. She raised a knee quickly into his groin and left him in a groaning pile. She hoped he could recover in time to race to the beach and save her little piglet from drowning. He was such a good toilet for her. But, he could not check piglet until she went into the house. She thought she heard a panicked scream from the beach. She stopped, and smell the flowers in her window box, glanced up at the brilliant sky, twirled around with her arms outstretched in love with nature. She did not hear another cry. She went inside, closing the door very, very slowly. The man got up and raced, stumbling in pain, to the beach.