Kim Shares Her Story: Forced Urine Challenge Part Three

“Hello everyone! My name is Kim. Sin asked me to share my experience with the forced urine bondage scene we had last night.

I’ve never done this before, so if I don’t make much sense telling it from a submissive’s point of view, please forgive me. Sin mentioned that she and others have experienced urine drinking in controlled bondage. The thing is, Sin told me I would like trying it as long as she controls the process. Since we’ll be just the two of us, and Sin is the only one I trust—plus I know she plans everything very carefully—I’m confident.

I hope everyone understands how this works. Sin mentioned she posted Part 1 and Part 2 on the website, so my story might not make total sense unless you’ve read those earlier posts. Sin and I went to the garage and dragged over a steel chair she had built. It looks like it weighs around a hundred pounds. She hung a container from the rafter above; this is a douche container with an attached hose, valve, and a probe that has holes in its end.

She had me hold the probe in my mouth while she filled the container with water. I adjusted the flow using the valve until it felt comfortable enough for me to drink without choking. We also did a bladder check on me to determine how much water I could hold before needing to pee. On the day of the bondage, Sin told me to stay home and drink plenty of water to flush my system. She would be setting up the chair in the garage with some surprises for me. I was nervous all day—a bit scared but also sexually excited at the same time, if that makes sense. I had never had urine in my mouth before and didn’t know what to expect, but it seemed exciting in a weird way. Sin wanted to wait until dark to start and told me not to drink any more water after 4 PM, making sure to pee beforehand so my bladder would be ready (though perhaps empty of waste).

My time had come. It was dark outside when Sin came into the house and told me to grab three bottles of water and join her in the garage. When I saw the chair, I started getting nervous again—shaking and sweating while simultaneously feeling aroused. The chair looked like something from a medieval Inquisition. It sat under a strong light, and I could see Sin had added many elements: a large chrome dildo sticking up from the seat, plenty more chains, padlocks scattered on the floor around it, and various electrical devices underneath. I don’t fully understand how all this works, but I trust Sin; she’s very smart when it comes to bondage.

She told me to drink the three bottles of water as quickly as possible while explaining how the trigger worked: if I urinated naturally, it would set everything in motion with no stopping the machine once started. I finished the water and stripped. Sin asked me to take a seat on the chair. I still feel a bit shy doing this in front of her; women usually feel vulnerable when dressed but much more so when naked. Sin had the dildo lubricated and ready for me. I moved my hips until the dildo found its way into my anus, then slowly eased down onto it. It took a few minutes to get the head inside before I could slide further down until I was sitting on the seat with six inches of steel deep inside me.

Now that I’m seated, I realize I can’t move my hips forward, backward, or side-to-side. This type of dildo has no relief at the base, keeping my anus tight all the time. I notice now that my cunt is held directly over a hole in the seat with a pan underneath to catch the urine. I am immovable even before Sin locks me down completely. Sin unlocked the neck shackle and had me lean back so she could close it again, padlocking my neck to the back of the chair. The steel feels cold against my back. At this point, escape seems impossible without the keys; I can’t lift myself off the dildo. This chair is extreme and designed for no-exit bondage.

Sin moved my ankles into their shackles. I could feel the cold steel and hear the padlocks snap shut. Although I couldn’t see my ankles directly, they were now immobilized. She then chained my knees to the sides of the chair, locking them in place. This exposed my cunt and slightly parted my lips; I felt totally bare and unable to close my legs. She locked my wrists and secured chains around my elbows. One chain ran across my chest under my armpits to pull me toward the backrest, while another encircled my waist—all locked tight. Aside from slight head movement, I couldn’t move anything else.

I was now part of the chair; escape seemed impossible. My breasts stuck straight out, and being totally nude felt very exposed. I knew any one of those steel restraints could hold me forever, but with eleven locks engaged, why even try? Sin asked if I was ready to begin. I told her yes, let’s do it. She grabbed the gag, which had the probe attached, inserted it into my mouth, clicked it open, and strapped it securely to my head. This type of gag holds your mouth wide open so you can’t shut it. The probe is also fixed in place and cannot be removed.

Sin started the water flow, and I felt it dripping down my throat. I couldn’t stop it; because the probe has holes, I couldn’t block the flow with my tongue. I was going to drink my own urine, unable to halt the process. What was Sin doing? She dropped her pants and began filling a glass with her pee. I thought No-no no! That brat poured her urine into the container! I had no way of stopping it. I watched the yellow liquid travel toward my mouth, unstoppable. Sin said: “Now you have a little taste of me. Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” and smiled. The taste was slightly salty and bitter but not as bad as expected. After a few minutes, the flavor faded almost completely.

Sin placed a clothespin with an aspirin tab directly under my cunt to hold the contacts open; if it got wet, it would start my ordeal. She told me that seeing a small red light come on beneath the chair meant the system was armed. If I held my pee then, nothing would happen yet.

She set up a mirror in front of me so I could see myself for the first time. Sin smiled and said she’d be back in an hour and a half before leaving the garage. Now alone, I couldn’t stop what was happening to me. Looking down slightly and turning my head allowed me to see the clothespin under my cunt and the wires running over and underneath the chair to some device attached by Sin. Normally, being nude in bondage turns me on, but today I felt apprehensive and unsure of what would occur.

After a while, I finished drinking the liquid from the container and rested. However, now there is a lot of fluid inside me, and I really need to pee. I’m having trouble holding it back; I feel myself starting to drip slightly, though I haven’t hit the start switch yet. Ten more minutes pass, and I can no longer hold it in. I started going—you know how girls spray? That’s why we sit down unless you keep your mouth open. I soaked the switch completely. Once you start, there is no stopping until finished. I heard a click under the chair and saw the red light turn on as Sin talked nearby (or perhaps over an intercom?). I thought Shit! I started it! What am I going to do?

I tried shaking the tube connected to my mouth, but that was futile. Then I paused—nothing seemed to be happening yet; maybe it wasn’t working? Just then, I heard the pump kick on and saw urine traveling up the tube into the container before rushing toward my mouth. Now my pee is dripping into my mouth, with a long way to go until the container empties. After time passes and you finish all that liquid, you need to pee again, so the cycle begins anew. My urine feels stronger than Sin’s was, slightly sweet-tasting.

After four cycles of this, it becomes unbearable. My hips hurt from the dildo, and my legs are getting numb. If Sin doesn’t release me soon, this could go on forever. Sin came in to release me. I could barely lift myself off the dildo; I was exhausted. When she asked what I needed most, I said mouthwash and a hot shower… The aftermath left only a slight sore throat, some chain marks, sensitivity in my backside—and that’s it. It feels like it never really happened.

I hope you un

Understand me; I’ve never been great at writing, Sin can back that up, But for the moment: Kim