Pissing Blog: The Pleasures Of Pee

OK, OK, so I know this is just a dribble of beverage. But the way her toes are right on his face, holding him in place? You gotta admit what it looks like:

In which the maid is forced to serve as the master’s chamberpot. From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons.

It’s here: Pissing.com. Worth the wait, I’d say!

2016 update: Site has moved and all content is now available in High Definition at PissingHD.com.

Here’s Flower Tuci first begging for the piss, then kneeling for it, then reveling in it, then finally wringing it out of her hair. And she’s clearly loving every drop:

So this country gentleman goes for a walk, when he decides it’s time for a whiz in the bushes. The pissing commences:

What he did not know was that a young lady was sitting in those very same bushes, with a book of erotic poetry in one hand and the other hand in her pussy:

Hilarity, as they say, ensues.

These ladies (and I use the term very loosely here) thought they’d found a quiet dark place to pee. But then the flash went off:

I found this picture via Spanking Blog; apparently this poor girl got the piss caned out of her — literally — and then had to mop up her own mess:

Bitchy Jones writes about the pleasures of pee:

I love piss.

Just the thing. In and of itself. The hot, the salt, the colour, the smell. God, I love the smell. I love the way it works like perfume and the scent of it changes as it dries on your skin. The way it kaleidoscopes through different notes. It starts off light and nothing, then fruit, green apples I’d say if I was so inclined – and then it just gets darker and harder and nastier until it’s just dirty back streets and bad, bad things.

Everywhere you shouldn’t go. Everything you shouldn’t say. Everyone your mother warned you about.

Link via ErosBlog.

Party girls caught behind the dumpsters, squatting to pee:

A lesbian dominatrix writes (found on Bondage Blog) about a scenario in which she used her slavegirl’s need to pee against her:

“Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee really bad!”

“What are you going to do for me?” She looked a little stunned. “I asked you a question, what are you prepared to do for me in exchange for using my toilet?”

She just sort of whimpered a little bit and said she didn’t know what I wanted her to say. We have played this game before. She whines about the assignment and I lose interest. Not this morning. Today, I pressed her. I tell her she can either come up with something interesting or be strapped to the bed and left until she pisses herself. “This is not interesting, inspiring or sexy. I know you can do better and until you choose to you can hold that piss or wet the bed.”

I grabbed the shackles off my wall so she would know I was serious. They are extreme custom-made restraints with a hex key that screws the shackles together. No lock, just cold hard iron. I did the same to her ankles and secured the heavy chains together in a modified hogtie.( She was on all fours with her ass up, ankles and wrists secured together with chain and rope.) She began to cry softly when she figured out I was not going to let her out. I retrieved a small, hard ball gag with a hole in the center and strapped it aggressively to her face.

“One more chance to give me something succulent or I am going to go and take a shower. You can lie here and wallow in your piss for all I care, so you had better make it hot.”