Real or Accident

Our collab piece this week is one we wrote together! We took turns, with Jayden writing most of the Ivy paragraphs, and Richard writing most of the Mark ones. We got a little carried away though, so you’ll get the second half next week. Let us know how you like it, and how it should end, in the comments!
CW: Wetting/Watersports

Mark was sitting on the couch, reading, when he heard the door open. He glanced at his watch. Ivy was home a little early today; he’d expected to have time to finish reading this chapter first. She must have made good time on the highway. He decided to let her wait, taking his time on the last couple of pages. She’d still be kneeling in her spot at the door when he got there. He’d trained her well.

Ivy knelt in the entryway, her heart pounding. She could almost hear the blood rushing in her body as she waited for Master. She wouldn’t move from this spot until he gave her permission, and that still enthralled her.

Mark finished his chapter and slid the bookmark in. He stood up, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he stretched. “How was your day, slut?” he asked, walking into the foyer and pausing, taking a few sniffs at the air before narrowing his eyes.

She looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears of embarrassment. She said nothing.

He walked over, not saying anything, and reached down between her thighs. The warm wetness there was fresh, but there was far more than usual, even for his sloppy little slut. He rubbed it between his fingers for a moment, then put them to her lips to clean off. “Did I miss a scene on our calendar today, slut?”

“N-no, Master. It was an accident.” She trembled slightly on the floor in front of him.

“Mmmhmm. My slut, whose bathroom schedule I have timed down to the minute, who loves wetting herself more than getting fucked half the time, who has an entire page of rules for proper bathroom use, had an accident. Were you so fucking horny that you couldn’t even wait to ask for permission?”

She looked up at him sharply and hoped that he couldn’t see right through her, though her hopes weren’t high, “N-no, Master,” she said again. “I didn’t mean to pee my pants.”

“No? Well, how did it happen then, slave? You know the rules. If you need to go, you need to ask. If I don’t answer, you wait five minutes and then you may go. If it’s an emergency, you go and then tell me as soon as possible. You don’t just decide when you want to go, and then sit here soaking it in for half an hour! Is there a stain on the seat of your car too?”

“I cleaned it up before I came in, Sir.”

“When and where were you? You know you’re supposed to let me know if you have any ’emergencies’ not piss yourself and then sit here and hide it.”

“I-I” her words failed her. She knew that this was coming. He would want to know all the details. And even if it was right in front of him, he liked hearing her say the words. It was degrading when she had to say it herself, and they both knew it.

He sighed, rolled his eyes, and leaned down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and making her look up into his face. “Let’s try this one question at a time, whore. I know your brain switches off when you get too wet. What time did you piss yourself?”

She wracked her brain, trying to remember the numbers on the clock in the car. “I-I think it was like 4:30?”

He glanced at his watch again. “So you had nearly half an hour to tell me what happened, as outlined in your rules.”

She had a flash of brilliance, “But, Master, you know I’m not allowed to text while I’m driving.”

He let out another deep breath, clearly restraining himself from smiling as he rubbed his forehead. He mostly succeeded in looking mad. “I know you’re a sloppy slut that’s become accustomed to having her bladder controlled. But when most people need to use the bathroom, they stop the car and find a toilet or at least a bush. At which point, it would be safe to text me!”

She blushed a deep shade of pink and knew that he was right. “You’re right, of course, Sir.” She thought about apologizing, but she wasn’t sure she could do it convincingly.

“And where were you when you did it?” he asked, staring down at her, pinning her there with his eyes as surely as he could with cuffs.

“On the highway,” she said, casting her eyes down. She pictured the moment in her mind, her bladder finally giving way to her needs. She had put the car on cruise control, so all she had to do was steer. She blushed furiously as a truck driver passed her. She knew he couldn’t see the rapidly forming puddle between her thighs, but it felt like a beacon of shame to her.

“Just lost control in the middle of the road? No warning? You obviously didn’t get stuck in traffic or anything. You were five minutes early. More than enough time to run to the bathroom and beg permission if you needed it that bad.”

He was right. He was always right, and not just because he was her Master. She sighed, “You’re right, Sir. I could have found a place. I was just so excited to get home and see you.”

Mark crouched down next to her, running his fingers through her hair, before tilting her head up and staring into her eyes. “If you were really that excited to see me, you’d have saved it so I could watch or fuck you while you peed.”

An involuntary shiver ran through her at the thought. Peeing while her Master fucked her was probably her favorite thing. As disgusting as she felt thinking about it, the feeling was incredible. “I couldn’t have made it home, Sir,” she whispered. “I tried.”

“Then why didn’t you call? Because you knew I’d say you were a bad girl, or because I’d make you find a bathroom instead of just making a mess of yourself like the sloppy slut you are?”

She took a deep breath, “Because I really wanted to make it home to you, Sir.”

He sighed, “Undress,” he ordered. “Let’s see how much of a mess you made, and then I’ll decide what to do with you.”

Ivy took her shirt and bra off while she knelt on the floor, tossing them aside, and then Mark helped her stand so she could take off her dress pants and panties. She had slipped her shoes off as soon as she entered the carpeted entryway. After kneeling for so long, she was a little wobbly, but Mark made sure she didn’t fall as he inspected her naked body.

Her owner slowly circled her, stopping to pick up her clothes, checking and sniffing them. He picked up her panties for later. He grabbed her leash and collar from their place on the end table and snapped them on, “Come on,” he ordered, tugging her towards the bathroom, then into the tub. “Mine next,” he said, nodding towards the simple shorts and t-shirt he wore to it around the house.

She pulled his shirt over his head, her fingers lingering on the bare skin of his chest. Then she crouched down to pull at the barrier to his dick, freeing him from the fabric prison. She only had eyes for his cock that bobbed inches in front of her face.

He stepped out of the tub, half closing the curtain as he grabbed the shower wand. “Legs spread, arms on the wall,” he ordered, turning the stream onto full cold as soon as she complied.

She did as he said, her body rigid with anticipation of what he would do. “Yes, Master,” she murmured as she lowered her head, resting it against the cold tile with her eyes closed.

He clicked the wand to its most focused setting and aimed it at her ass, ice-cold water blasting against her skin. “Now I need to hose down the mess you made.”

She screamed as the cold stream hit her skin, and her whole body trembled, but she held the position he’d told her.

He slowly worked his way down her thick thighs, making sure every inch of skin was rinsed until it was bright pink. “This is what happens when you make a mess! Now I have to clean you up to make sure you don’t get a rash or something and damage my property.”

The cold water was painful, but her screams turned to whimpers as she adjusted to the feeling. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she cried and then lapsed into repeating the words over and over while she shivered against the cold tile.

He ignored her apology, “Turn around, bad girl, I need to get your front too.”

She hated when he called her that, but she knew she deserved it. She turned as he’d instructed, curling her hands into fists. With nothing to hold onto to brace for the cold water, her long nails dug into her palms.

He shot a few quick splashes over her nipples, just enough to make her flinch, then stepped back into the tub. He kept the wand pointed straight down until he was inches away from her, then turned it up, blasting right against her pussy.

Her knees almost buckled, even though she had been waiting for it. The sudden cold in her warmest spot was almost unbearable. But she dug her nails into her palms harder and stood stock still, whimpering and shivering, waiting for it to end.

“Why do you need to be hosed down like this, slut?” he asked, his voice colder and crueler than the spray.

“B-because I had an a-accident,” she stammered.

“And because I need to make sure you’re clean,” he said, switching the water off and helping her out of the shower. He grabbed her towel off the rack and wrapped it around her, patting her dry.

“T-thank you, Sir,” she said, huddling in the warm towel.

Mark draped one arm around her shoulder, steering her into the bedroom and climbing into bed with her. “Let’s get you warmed up then.”

She let him guide her, slipping one finger through the D ring on her collar. It was a subtle move, but one they both knew meant she was feeling vulnerable. She curled up against Mark, still shivering slightly, but reveling in the warmth he radiated.

He slowly ran his warm hands all over her body, spreading heat wherever she most needed it. Every few seconds, he teasingly slid them towards her crotch but always veered off at the last second. She whimpered and squirmed, seeking his touch, moaning when two fingers finally brushed between her lower lips, feeling the wetness there. “So, is this piss, water, or are you just that wet already?”

Her eyes locked with his, and she tried to give him a pleading look as she said, “I’m that wet already, Sir. I need you. Please, Sir, please.”

Mark shook his head as he rolled on top of her, rubbing his shaft between her lips but not quite penetrating her yet. “Already soaked a minute after your punishment. What am I going to do with you, my sloppy little slut?”

Hope you enjoyed! Let us know in the comments what Mark should do with Ivy next. Catch you next week!

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