Liquid gold

Let me say straight away this isn’t a kink of mine. It’s also one I can’t imagine ever changing my mind about in the future either.

I am very sensitive to the smell of urine, I hate it, it turns my stomach, even the smell of my own. Getting even the smallest amount on my skin will make me reach for the soap straight away to clean it off so being in wet clothes would be my idea of hell and if something smells that bad I can’t imagine how dreadful it must taste too.

At home we rarely close the bathroom door when we’re alone, that may have stemmed from living in a small flat with only one bathroom, if someone’s in the shower and you really have to go, well then you really have to just put up with it. Although I draw the line at certain things!

Even with the open door policy it took me years before I could pee in front of Sir. It was on a camping trip where we were using a camping toilet that I had to get over that fear, even then I kept pulling a camping chair up so I could hide behind it, until he took it away from me. Once we were back home I started closing the door again until he made me realise how daft I was being.

I did once mention how I’ve always wondered how men aim, in a completely non sexual context. So in the way Doms seem to do, he said nothing at the time but retained that information in his mind until I was expecting the least. Although having had a conversation with someone else we did shelve the idea until we were in a hotel bathroom with a bit more space and where we could clean up any spillages. Obviously I had completely forgotten that conversation until we were away together and had been out for a lovely meal, then totally out of the blue he said he needed to use the bathroom and he needed my help, that was my cue to try unsuccessfully to wriggle out of it. Having failed I had the tricky task of pulling back his foreskin, holding that in place without putting any pressure on his cock and aiming in the right direction. Mission impossible! Standing behind him because of space in the bathroom, doing all that whilst teetering on tiptoes trying to see where I was aiming was going to end in disaster. I don’t know how many times I was told off for squeezing, I was holding not squeezing! I somehow managed to get a drip on my hand but didn’t freak out, well not outwardly anyway, in my mind I was willing him to hurry up and finish so I could wash and scurry away.  For me that experience was totally non sexual, more me being curious about how things feel and work.

In a similar way, he has mentioned to me that he’d like me to squat over a glass table and watch but again there is nothing hot about this at all, it’s just about wondering how everything works. I’m fairly confident that it won’t happen, firstly I found it hard enough to per in front of him I can’t imagine I’d risk accidentally peeing in him and secondly, we don’t have a glass table which is a fairly major stumbling block, thankfully!

I do understand the humiliation aspect of it though and for that reason alone makes me still class it in the soft limits area, I have said if he were that way inclined as a form of punishment or proving my submission to him then I would, through gritted teeth and tears, allow him to pee on me. It would have to be in a bath or somewhere easy to clean and I would have to shower straight away. Luckily for me though we are on the same wavelength and I can’t imagine either of us ever changing our mind on that.

Give me canoeing, surfing or jet skiing any day, those are the water sports that I enjoy!