Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!
Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!
Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, just go back one day. We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog.
Content warning: This one has some golden showers play, so be prepared (or come back next week for something different!)
October. Open air. Orange dress. Open legs.
Nora could do it. She kept telling herself that she could do it, and nothing bad would happen, but she wasn’t honestly sure. She had never peed in the yard before, but her Master told her she had to, and so she would. She had waited until the precise time she had decided to go, and she had stepped out into the open air. She had excuses thought up in case someone caught her, but she was just so terrified of being caught that she wasn’t even sure she could pee. But she would be damned if she didn’t. She had never let her Master down before and she didn’t intend to start.
“Oh goodness,” she whispered to herself as she took a step away from the door. She let the door swing shut behind her, and it slammed itself shut. During the day, the sound of the door closing wouldn’t have been very loud, but in the quiet night air, it was unbearably loud to Nora. She jumped and looked around, frantically searching to see if anyone saw her. She thought her heart had been pounding hard before, but now the frantic rhythm seemed too fast to be possible.
After the jump scare and with the adrenaline pumping through her body, she decided it would be best to walk around the yard a little bit. It would give her a chance to make sure no one was around, watching her, waiting. “This is stupid,” she whispered to herself. “No one cares what I’m doing. No one is watching me.” But she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her, and that she would get caught if she went and peed next to the neighbor’s yard now.
She stepped away from her door and walked down off the back porch, her eyes searching the darkness for any signs of movement. She saw nothing. It didn’t calm her nerves. She made a whole loop of the back yard, looking at the windows in all the houses, expecting someone to be peeping at her from behind a curtain. But she saw no movement, no people.
She stopped in the yard near her neighbor’s property and took one final look around. She still couldn’t see anyone, so she spread her legs, crouched down, and…
J R Vincente 