For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

U is for Underwear

I… don’t love underwear, I’ll be honest. I wear the same cotton bikini style underwear most of the time. When I’m lounging around, I don’t wear any underwear. I have a couple of pairs of silky black underwear and a few thongs that came with lingerie, but I don’t wear those very often either. It’s just not my thing. But, there are a few applications of underwear that can be fun.

I walk into the backyard wearing my underwear and a bra. My heart is racing. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Hell, this covers more than some bathing suits I’ve worn in my time. But there’s something about wearing something you aren’t supposed to out in public. Okay, so my backyard isn’t really that public. In fact, it’s a fairly private backyard. But still, I’m nervous.

Master has given me instructions, and I want to follow them to the letter. I go over them again in my mind. Go out into the backyard wearing underwear and a bra. Nothing else. Crouch down in the most private part of the yard and pee. When I’m done, try to drip off as much as possible before coming back inside.

My heart pounds as I walk over to the most secluded part of the yard. No one can see me from the street or the sidewalk. They would have to walk up my driveway to see me here. There’s no grass to worry about, just stone. I know this is the best spot, but my heart still pounds as I look around, trying to see if anyone is looking at me. I don’t see anyone. I don’t hear anyone. But then again, my heart is pounding so hard I can hear the blood rushing in my ears, so I’m not sure I would hear it if someone was just behind me.

I swivel around again, making sure I’m alone. I don’t know what I would say if someone saw me anyway. “Oh just out for a stroll in my underwear.” Yeah, that makes no sense. I guess I would just act natural, like it wasn’t weird. But if someone caught me peeing in my own backyard… Then I have no excuse. I can’t even fathom what I would say.

I crouch down and feel my bladder give way. It’s a relief, but also, it turns me on. My pussy is dripping wet, which makes the whole thing soooo messy.

I try to clean up what I can by squeezing my legs together, but I know it’s not great. I wait a long time, probably long enough to make Master wonder what I’m up to, but I know that if I come in dripping piss and my juices on the floor, he won’t be happy. When I feel like it’s mostly stopped dripping, I head back to the door. I hear a car door behind me and I whirl around. One of the neighbors must have just gotten home. I scamper to the back door, grab the knob, turn, and… it’s locked. I can’t get back inside.

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Come back tomorrow for V is for Voyeur!