On the morning of Friday, I found myself stirred awake at 7:30 a.m. by the vibration of my phone. The message displayed on the screen was from Jade, who lay nestled comfortably in my bed upstairs while I was led in my makeshift bed in the living room. She was requesting breakfast, a plate of veggie sausages, half a toasted bagel, baked beans, and scrambled eggs, with the unexpected addendum of green tea to soothe an unsettled stomach she'd woken up with. Seeing as our house was devoid of green tea, I found myself on an early morning quest to the local shops.
With green tea in tow and breakfast prepared, I ascended the stairs around 9:00 a.m. to deliver her food. The rest of the morning passed in a flurry of housework and chores, a notable one being a request to draw her a bath at midday, her demands being sent to me from bed via text.
Jade left the house around 2 p.m., but had left me instructions to do the laundry. Of course, I found myself delving into the basket of dirty clothes and, in an impulsive moment, sent a text. I daringly wrote, "please can I borrow one of your thongs to sniff and lick? It would mean I can still worship you next week when you're gone." To my excitement, Jade replied with, "yeah, okay." The excitement was instant and I followed up with, "thank you Miss J! Also, could I please wank now because I'm finding it really hard not to?" My request was met with a flat-out denial, "I think you can wait," Jade wrote. Adding, "I don't see a reason why you'd need to do it now If you did last night."
I hoped that my uncontrollable lust for her scent might convince her and pleaded, "I couldn't resist your underwear, I'm sorry." Jade wasn't impressed by this, realising that I'd already been sniffing her intimate garments. She snapped, "so you already went for it?" I explained, "I only sniffed, I haven't wanked." Jade replied, "yeah, but you went and sniffed my underwear before asking me."
My confession to having sniffed her underwear without her approval clearly angered Jade. I tried to smooth things over by explaining, "I'm sorry, I'm just weak when it comes to you. I'm sorry, Miss J." But I knew this probably meant I was going to be punished when Jade got home, although Jade knows that I'd only enjoy this.
What Jade didn't know, is that the best way to punish me, the absolute worse this she could ever do to me is deny me. To make me kneel before her or climb on top of her and smother me with her pussy, forcing me to breath in her scent, but with my mouth firmly closed. To keep me there in that state without being able to taste Jade's divine flavour would be absolute torture.
However, there was another way that Jade could punish me, something she hadn't done before, but I suspected tonight might be the night.
Later that afternoon, Jade messaged with her next demand, expressing a longing for the nostalgic comfort of jam roly-poly, a simple pleasure that Jade loved. Daring a rare and genuine moment of sentimentality, I replied saying, "I like when you have jam roly-poly, it makes you happy." Jade wasn't sure, retorting, "or are you just trying to get me fat?" Laughing, I composed a reply, "you're not going to get that from one dessert. I just think, for someone who can be so mean, it's surprisingly cute that you love jam roly-poly."
I was eager to fulfil Jade's requests and had a dessert in the fridge waiting for her, but it had been quite a sweet exchange, at least for us, but Jade soon put a stop to it and playfully brushed off the compliment, "haha! Okay, that's enough! Just have it ready for me later."
I made sure that one of Jade's favourite dish, chicken and rice, would be waiting for her when she got home at 7:00 p.m. as I'd been instructed. We engaged in some pretty casual conversation as Jade ate her meal. Perhaps I was a bit too relaxed as our week together was coming to an end, but little did I know that late I would pay for my casual attitude.
Soon it was time for me to run Jade's bath, and while she soaked, I took the opportunity to go into the vacant bedroom to gather up a few bits and pieces.
After Jade climbed out of the bath, the evening took an unexpected when she commanded me to ascend the stairs on all fours. Standing just inside the open bathroom door the top of the stairs, I found Miss J standing in nothing but one of my t-shirts. The t-shirt was long on her, hiding her modesty and despite angling my head up as much as I dared, I couldn't tell if she was wearing any panties or not.
Her words echoed in the silence as she instructed me to disrobe and get into the empty bath, expressing her displeasure at my casual behaviour that evening. She told me, "I'm not happy with you tonight, since I got home you've hardly addressed me as Miss J. You've been far too comfortable so you deserve this." Since I was now in the bath, it looked like my hunch from earlier in the day was right. I wasn't going to be punished, I was going to be degraded.
"Lie on your side," Miss J ordered and I instantly wriggled into the desired position in the cold bath. What followed next was a form of degradation that felt fitting given my casual attitude to my mistress this evening and, of course, my admission that I'd sniffed her panties without permission this afternoon.
Standing over me in the bath, Miss J urinated on me. The hot liquid doused me from legs to shoulder, splashing on my face and forcing me to close my eyes, perhaps a little too late. Although this was clearly a degrading act, it was very exciting to feel Miss J's warm piss covering my naked body, with the smell of her pee filling my nose and the first hit of a sting in my right eye, which I was now squinting tightly.
Miss J climbed out of the bath and told me to stay there until she said I could move. She turned off the light and said, "I want to hear me rolling around in it," as she left the bathroom, closing the door behind her and leaving me lying soaking wet in a stinking puddle of her piss.
Feeling dejected yet strangely excited, I did as I was told. I squirmed and shifted myself around in the fast draining pool of pee, dipping my hands into the dregs of the liquid Miss J had sprayed over me and rubbing it over my body, which was wet and starting to feel cold.
I don't know how long I was there, but after some time Miss J approached the bathroom door and said I could get out. I heard her close the bedroom door behind her, I took this to mean that I should head downstairs and set up my bed in the living room for one final night.
As I lay on my duvet, I text Jade, "I'm sorry for my behaviour today, Miss J." Her reply was to the point, "I don't want to hear it." After such short reply, I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to attempt to ask for permission to pleasure myself, especially after her angry refusal this afternoon, but I did ask none the less. I wrote, "I know I don't deserve it but please can I wank Miss J?"
Jade replied, "what do you think?" Of course, this was meant as a stern refusal, and persistent pleas were threatened with anger. But she did add, "make sure you shower properly first thing in the morning. I don't want to smell piss on you, even if it is mine."
Jade then asked, "how was it for you?" I told her, "I don't know where to start, you were scary, I felt bad. Your piss was warm and it was exciting to feel it on me. Then as you moved up my body I could smell it and was wondering how far you were going to go. Would you pee on my face?"
She replied, "I might have. I just didn't have enough pee. I should have had more for you. You deserved more." Turned on by her comments, I pushed my luck once more and wrote, "please can I wank?" But there was no success in persuading her, leaving me no choice but to abandon the effort for the night. She ended the discussion with the message, "don't get my angry, either have a cold shower or sleep it off. Go away now I'm going to sleep."
Around midnight, Jade summoned me to the bedroom via a text message that instructed me to bring my phone with me. Upon entering the dark room, Jade ordered me to set a timer for thirty minutes and lie on the floor at the end of the bed. I didn't question Jade's motives or ask why she wanted me there, perhaps she was finding it hard to sleep and having me near help. Or perhaps she thought I might be disobeying her and stroking my desperate cock while unattended. Once my phone beeped to signalled the end of the half an hour, I was dismissed for the night, the events of the day echoing through my mind as I descended the stairs to my makeshift bed in the living room.
After five days living with Jade now, I was starting to question the relationship. Of course, I had enjoyed our time together a lot and had loved the things that we'd done together, or should I say, that she'd done to me, but some aspects of our situation bothered me and those things were highlighted tonight during our more casual dinner together.
Although Jade has been in control all week, at times her guard has been down and our respective dominant and submissive roles have slipped a little allowing us to get to know each other a little better. For me, this has made my feelings for Jade stronger and I've realised that I don't want to share Jade. I don't think she has any other subs but I wouldn't want her to.
The thing is, I'm quite emotional, I like affection and closeness and since Jade is so attractive I would like that sort of intimacy with her, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't feel the same way or that we'll ever have that kind of relationship. Is a relationship like that even possible within this dynamic?
