I’ve been drinking a lot water for the last of hours. My bladder is full and I could go to the and release it now, gallons of hot down the bowl…but where’s the fun in that? Any piss flushed is a waste. I’m for piss, there’s nobody around to feed me theirs, so this is what it’s come to…

I’ve been planning this for weeks. I’ve never been brave enough to really DRINK before – had a taste here and there – but for me the fun and the appeal isn’t willingly slurping it down thirstily. It’s being FORCED TO DRINK. The thought of being forced to swallow piss, mouthful after mouthful, swallow, swallow, gulp, gulp, while tied up and helpless – that turns me on to no end.

So this is what I’ve planned.

I have to move quickly, or I might myself.

I secure my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed, using heavy leather . I pull the buckle as tight as it’ll go. My are spread wide apart now, I can only thrash around.

I have tied my wrist cuffs to an ice lock that has just starting to melt under the bed. It won’t release for about an hour. But before I lock my wrists apart, I need my hands to complete the predicament…

I ordered an external catheter online. It is basically a condom that sticks to your , with a long tube at the end. I roll the catheter over my cock. It sticks there. The tube at the end is long enough to reach my mouth. I push it into my mouth, far back enough that I can’t block the end with my .

Oh man, I need to piss so bad… But with superhuman willpower, I manage not to. After all, if I start to piss NOW, the piss will run up the tube, hit my throat – but I’ll just out the tube and block it with my hands…

I have a roll of tape. My hands are shaking with fear, excitement, and the energy it is taking NOT TO PISS YET. I wrap duct tape over my mouth and around the back of my head. I do this several times, creating a seal over my mouth, and also holding the tube in place. I can’t get the tube out of my mouth – and I can’t SPIT ANYTHING OUT OF MY MOUTH. My heart is pounding. I’m feeling so faint but the time has come.

I wriggle onto the bed and get into place. My legs are spread apart. My cock is sheathed, completely covered, and a tube runs from it into my mouth, being held in place by several layers of tape. My bladder is soooo full. There’s nearly no going back…

I’ve never done this before, there are a few shreds of self-doubt – can I do this? Can I really drink such a huge amount of my own piss? The thing is, the fear and the doubt is what I want to get rid of. I want to have no choice…

And so, before I can change my mind, I slide my wrists into each of the restraints. They are stretched far apart but I haven’t pulled on them yet, clinching them shut.

The moment of doubt lingers – but then I can’t hold onto my bladder any longer. I release it and instantly I see the piss shooting up through the tube, over my stomach, at my chest…

Here goes nothing.

I pull both my wrists inwards, tightening the restraints, and in the exact same second the piss hits the back of my throat, warm salty watery piss, piss pouring in, and I’m torn, as I knew I would be, between being in heaven and being revolted by what I have forced myself to do… But I know this is what I wanted so, like the piss slave that I so badly want to be, I started , one enormous mouthful after another, and I know this is going to be both the worst and the best hour of my life…



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