I wasn’t always into pissing for pleasure..  In fact quite the opposite to be honest: after all, busy as I had been raising kids of my own, urine did not always evoke the most pleasurable activities of all. Then my kids grew into young adults left home and there I was, a woman still young in body and spirit with a lot of free time in my hands.

The couple of years that followed were memorable for the lack of anything of interest happening to me until one day I was invited to a picnic with some friends. It was a lovely mid summer day, the sun strong enough to be felt through a cooling breeze and we were having a really great time when nature called and I had to excuse myself. I was “bursting” really and could quite see how I would make it to the nearest rest room and so I hurried to the closest and seemingly most private area I could find and squatted to urinate.

As started to pee, I noticed some movements behind a tree nearby and realized to my horror that one of friend’s husband was watching me! I couldn’t quite believe it and was feeling quite angry about the whole thing, if not slightly violated and I couldn’t help telling this guy in no uncertain terms how disgusting I thought he was! If I had been surprised to notice that someone was spying on me in the process of a very private act, I was even more surprised to hear the response of the “peeping Tom”: “I know.. I am so sorry, but you are so sexy peeing like that and I wish I could be there right next to you!”

His answer literally floored me. I would never have expected such a response, and whilst I had always had quite an open mind about the sexuality of men and women, fetish and taboo had never been an area of interest, least of it peeing.

His answer and action shocked me and yet, beyond the initial anger of it all, I couldn’t help but feel a certain excitement, a forbidden desire to pee more, just for his own pleasure. It was truly an incredible feeling and I spent the rest of the afternoon aroused by the whole thing. Towards the end of day, as we were busying ourselves getting organized for our departure, he came by me close enough to brush his cock against my thigh as if by accident.  It was not a random act though, he wanted to let me know how turned he was and judging by how hard his dick felt against me, I could quite see it. Truth is he wasn’t the only to be turned on.

A few days passed by and every time I went peeing, I of course thought about the “picnic” episode and I was surprised to find myself wishing for this man to be watching me “in action” again, even though I had not particular attraction for him. I wanted him to watch me pee, and if pee is what he liked, I even wanted him to taste me whilst doing it. I couldn’t believe how strong those desires were becoming and in fact they became an intrinsic part of my fantasies during sex with my partner.

A couple of months later, as I was driving into town for some shopping I decided to stop by a local diner for something to eat. I entered the restaurant, asked for a table for one, and as the waiter was guiding me to a section of the restaurant, I heard a familiar voice calling my name. It was him! He invited me to sit and have a bite to eat with him and so I did, embarrassed at the though of what he had seen me do not too long ago and yet surprisingly happy that I bumped into him like that.

“You were quite the naughty boy the other day” I told him as the waitress was walking away from the table with my order, half expecting him to apologize. “I am very often quite naughty” was his reply and all of sudden my juices were starting to flow.

As I filled my glass with more water, he laid the final “coup de grace”! “I wish it wasn’t water you were pouring there” he said to which I replied “Oh really, and what would you want me to pour then? Besides the drink is for me, not for you!” and as I was telling him that I realized that I was beginning to enjoy an additional aspect of this developing relationship with him. If he wanted fetish and if fetish for him was peeing or “Golden Shower” as I would later discover it was also called, then it would have to be under my terms and I wanted to be the dominant party in this relationship.

And so began my life as a dominatrix. He was my very first slave, a submissive male who did anything I wanted just to be allowed to drink my hot piss, which included cleaning my house! I never let him touch me though, the nearest he got to me was when I would squat over him and urinate all over his face. Mostly I would just piss into a glass and allow him to drink.

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