#first date

- How does it feel after a dinner with me?

- Good! I was nervous in the beginning, but I’m feeling very comfortable in your company! You are very handsome and nice too.

- Thanks! You too! You are stunning! Are you so comfortable, that you are ready to take another step forward?

- I was almost sure that this first date with a stranger would end with just a dinner, but I must admit that I’m curious to take it further… Do you have any suggestions?

- I have a room here at the hotel, so we can go there if you want?

- That sounds nice! But I promised my husband to call him if I decided to follow you somewhere!

- No problem! Of course you shall call your husband!

- Two more things… I’m not ready to stay overnight this first time and I want you to wear a condom! Is that ok with you?

- Of course! I really want you to feel comfortable, so that’s no problem for me!

Last Thursday, I had my first private hangout with Boy Genius. I was super excited because he’s super sweet and cuddly and nice AND he wanted to make me piss my panties. I got an exception from my owner for some of the first date rules so that I could put the panties on for part of the time and so that I could piss without incurring punishment.

When I got to Boy Genius’ place, we spent some time just sitting on his couch cuddling and talking. I listened and commiserated as he vented about workplace frustrations, which was kind of 1950’s housewifey. I liked it. At one point, he said it was too early to open the wine, but that I should go drink some water. He had me drink a few glasses of water, and then we started talking about what we were going to do that night. He asked if there was anything I didn’t want to do (nothing I could think of) and we talked about health and safety.

Then he started pressing on my abdomen, compressing my bladder and making me moan. That move is just so…mmph. It turns me on so much. Then he told me that I was to go upstairs, undress, put on the panties, and kneel in his tub and wait. I did as instructed. As I knelt in the tub, I could hear him come up the stairs and take his clothes off. As I waited, not entirely sure what would happen, I wiggled in anticipation.

Finally he came into the bathroom, wearing just his underwear. He walked over to me and asked what I was doing practically naked in his tub like that. I was thrown for a moment and simply responded “Because you told me to.” Which is true, but not exactly what he was going for. For many of my partners, saying “Because you told me to” or “I exist to please men” work, but that’s not the tone I need to take for Boy Genius. Instead of bringing a fucktoy mindset, I need to take on more of a naughty schoolgirl persona. I can do that.

The next time he asked me a question like that, I responded “Because I’m a dirty little girl.” Correct answer! He even said, “Good, you’re learning.” After a bit more degrading and humiliating talk, he asked me if I thought I could piss. I wasn’t desperate, but I thought I’d be able to be problem. He told me to piss and oops! Bladder shy. I tried for a minute and finally, after relaxing, I started pissing my panties. He stepped back and watched the wet spot growing on me underwear and the puddle forming under me.

Watching me debase myself for his amusement clearly turned him on, and he stripped out of his underwear and started stroking his hard cock. I took it in my mouth and started licking and sucking, running my tongue along the underside and taking as much of him as I could. He got more aggressive as I worked, eventually pushing me so my head was against the wall. I couldn’t back off his cock, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except be a hole for him. It was great.

When he stopped using my mouth, I looked up at him, wondering what was next. He said, “Pick one or two. One is I cum on your tits. Two is I cum down your throat.” Of course I responded, “Two!” I love having a man cum in my mouth. He started stroking his cock and pushed my mouth onto his balls. Alternating the ball licking with the cock sucking, for a while, he finally pushed into my mouth and came. I happily swallowed every drop.

I stayed kneeling until he helped me up and turned on the shower. Since he’s a man, I stood back and waited for him to finish showering. As he cleaned off, we talked about the scene we’d just done. He said that it was rare to find someone who was into doing things like that, but who would still be embarrassed. I feel a little bad because I wasn’t all that embarrassed at the time. Piss play just doesn’t embarrass me that much, although I do keep my voice down when discussing it, even at kink events. I’m fairly certain, however, that if I put myself into that schoolgirl headspace, I will feel some of that embarrassment and shame that will get me wet and make him hard.

Talking about embarrassment reminded me of the fact that I’d cleaned myself out in case he wanted to use my ass. I took a deep breath, since this is a topic I actually do get embarrassed over, and I told him that I had “prepared” myself for anal, if he was interested. Then I told him that talking about the subject of cleaning for anal was uncomfortable for me, and he said “Oh?” and pushed me up against the wall face first, hand running down my ass. “Is it because you cleaned yourself out just at the mere chance of having someone fuck your ass?” Oh god. It was very hot. I squeaked out a “Yes.” and shuddered as he let go.

When he was done cleaning himself, instead of moving aside for me to clean off, he told me to bend over at the waist, facing the other direction. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, until I felt his hand on my cunt, rubbing me. He wasn’t just looking at me, he wasn’t going to fuck me, he was cleaning me and inspecting me! It was incredibly invasive and degrading and hot, and I moaned as he rubbed my pussy and played his fingers across my asshole.

When we were both clean, he told me to stay in the tub while he got out and dried off. After just a little too long, he said “Oh, are you cold?” and handed me a towel. I smiled at him and dried off. Then we went back downstairs. I followed him, wondering what else he had in mind for me that night.