TESSA 4 - The Resort - Day's End

Adrian finally lifts you up from the wooden horse after the allotted 20 minutes. Your crotch feels like it has been resting on iron.

“I need to pee.” You beg.

“But of course.” Adrian says, pointing to a bucket in a corner.

“I mean, a restroom, please.” You cry.

“Restrooms must be earned. You may urinate into your pissbucket like a common slut.”

There’s no choice. Your legs are still tired from the horse - trying to squeeze, and lift up. You used muscles you haven’t used for a while. You reach down for the bucket.

“April! Dan!” Adrian calls. A nude man enters, leading a fat naked woman on a leash. “Meet Tessa. She’s going to piss for us.”

“But - I can’t.” You look up, unbelieving. “Please turn away.”

“Shy, are we?” Adrian just laughs. The fat woman is stroking the man’s stiff cock as they watch. “Squat over the bucket, and wee for us, Tessa! We all know you need to.”

The combination of the long flight and the iced tea have left you needing to relieve yourself badly. No one has ever watched you pee as a grown woman before. Now there is a crowd of three watching.

The straining almost makes it worse. Just when you’re almost ready to give up, a small flow of urine begins. The gentle stream grows in intensity, and some of the pee even splashes a bit. You manage a simple smile, but your face is red.

“Good girl, Tessa!” Adrian leads Dan and April in applause. “Aren’t you proud of your pee?”

The scent of the pee is warm and foul. You’ve been holding it a long time.

“Time for a toast!” Adrian says, pulling a long-stemmed wine glass from a shelf.

“Pour Miss April a drink of your nectar, Tessa.” Adrian orders. You rise from your squat. Fuck, your pussy and legs are sore… But, you have no choice as Adrian sets the wine glass down in front of you.

You carefully lift the pail, and slowly pour a stream of the fresh pee into the wine glass, about a half inch from the top. Both you and April have dumbfounded looks, not really believing what is happening.

“Bring April the glass, Tessa!” Announces Adrian. You lift the glass by the stem, and carefully carry it over to April.

“Give it a nice whiff, you cow!” Adrian chuckles. The fat woman puts her nose over the glass, and inhales. She then makes a grimace. “That’s no way to thank Tessa for her hard work, you bovine whore. Take a nice sip, and swish it in your mouth. Wash it between your teeth.”

Dan pinches the fat woman’s nipple, and she urgently raises the glass to her lips.

She looks as though she has just taken a drink of your piss.

“Mmmmm!” Adrian laughs. “Tasty juice, isn’t it? Now guzzle it down, swallow, and say, ‘Thank you, Tessa!”

The fat woman upends the glass, makes a small belch, then swallows. She then smiles, and lifts the glass to you. “Thank you, Tessa!”

You’ll be dining in a private room tonight, with two other girls and two men. The hall to the room leads down a lengthy hallway, adorned with art and sculptures.

A young girl is seated on a chair under a bright lamp. She is wearing an adult diaper, and soiled panties over her head. Her hair is done up in pigtails, sticking out from the leg holes. A sign is hung around her neck: “I am Miss 1016, and I wet myself. Please pinch my titty hard, and laugh.”

You obey as you pass her, grabbing her nipple, giving it a twist, and saying ‘Ha ha ha ha!’

You notice the girl is secured to the chair, and is sitting in a small puddle. You realize her fate could very well be your own soon.

The dinner is wonderful. A light Ceasar salad, with salmon bake and roasted vegetables. A warm tiramisu is served for dessert.

One of the girls sitting across from you is enjoying her meal, but appears to be having a hard time sitting upright. It isn’t until you all stand you realize the woman has dildoes tied inside of her pussy and anus, with a rope tied tightly around her belly.

You are led back to your room. A four-poster queen bed with a luxurious comforter. A chain secured to a ring on the headboard is locked onto your collar.

You reflect on the day. Your ass is nearly recovered from the leather ‘welcome whipping’. Your pussy is still bruised from the wooden horse. You can still see the look of poor, fat April, as she gagged down a wine glass of your piss.

You wonder what tomorrow will bring.