[Previously published in written form under the title "The Flushing."] * * * * * * * * * * Your voice fills my head through the headphones. "Stay on your knees with your mouth open, until I tell you you can move, you filthy whore." I can feel the moistness between my bare thighs as I kneel on the cold tiles of the shower floor and you continue your pre-recorded dirty talk. I wait obediently, blindfolded, mouth open, hands clasped behind me, my nipples chilled and hardening in arousal, wondering whether I will be drinking your cum or your piss, excited by both prospects. I like this game. I like not knowing what to expect, being utterly at your mercy. You often play with me like this, to keep me off balance. Once you left me kneeling here all night long, just to see if I'd do it, to test my commitment and obedience to you. And of course I did stay there, just as I was told, until you finally arrived for your morning piss and released me afterward. My knees were...
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