Baby, Please Don’t GO!
By JD Kindle
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Copyright 2010 JD Kindle
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Bob and Joe were having a few beers at the local pub.
"Remember that lady I told you about?” Joe asked. “The one I yelled at? At that concert a couple of weeks ago?"
"Yeah," Bob remembered.
"She's my new boss."
"No shit?" Bob wondered at the coincidence. "How weird is that? Are you two getting along?”
"We're getting along perfectly," said Joe.
"After you publicly bitched her out? In front of the entire audience? Wasn't she still pissed?"
"First off: it wasn't the entire audience. We were out on the lawn seats, way up the hillside." Joe said.
"A thousand people probably," Bob figured. "That's enough. I wouldn't want to get owned in front of anywhere near that many people."
"I guess you're right. But... I didn't really own her like I said. I exaggerated a little."
"A little?"
"Actually a lot." Joe said. "Actually she kicked my ass."
"What?" Bob was shocked. "You got the shit kicked out of you in front of all those people? By a 40 year old broad?"
"Basically, yeah." Joe said.
"What the fuck? You gotta be kidding me?"
"I'm a wimp,” Joe said. “You know that. I've never been in a fight in my life. The only reason I had the balls to open my mouth to her at all was because it was a Big Bill Hambone concert. You know how I love the Blues. Big Bill is the greatest.
“This lady - my new boss - and her friend were talking all through the concert. Going on about 'cute shoes' and pedicures and nail polish and stuff. It galled the hell out of me. So at intermission I quietly asked them, nicely, to both hush up.
"My Boss got up and bitch-slapped me halfway down the hillside. I tried to run but she caught up with me. She twisted my arm up behind my back, like you see cops do, and made me apologize to her friend.
“I felt like such a Sissy. I got owned big time. I did exactly what she told me. She owned my ass.
“After I finished apologizing she walked me down the hill, still running my arm up behind my back in that restraint hold, with me crying like a little girl it hurt so bad. She bitched me out the entire way.
“The crowd laughed their asses off like it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen. They wanted in on the fun, too.
“Some threw soda and beer on me.
“Some threw popcorn and stuff.
“Others spit on me.
“Little kids kicked me in the shins and their parents laughed.
“All of them taunted me. The cowards!
“I couldn’t have done anything – even if I’d wanted to – not being under submission to my new Boss Lady like that. The whole crowd took advantage of me. Bunch of sickos. I was their personal whipping boy. I was happy as hell my Boss got me away from those maniacs.
“She led me off behind the concession stand behind a row of trash bins. She knelt me down and relieved herself."
"She took a piss?" Bob asked.
"Yeah," said Joe.
"Right there in front of you?" Bob wondered.
"Not quite," Joe said.
"In a trash bin?" Bob was confused now.
"No."
"Where then?" Bob was stumped.
“In my mouth.” Joe said. “She told me to “Open Wide” and I did. She pissed in my mouth.”
"She pissed in your mouth?!?" Bob was incredulous.
"Yeah."
"You let that cunt piss in your mouth?" Bob couldn’t believe it.
"She’s not a cunt," Joe told him.
“Whatever - Did you spit it out?”
“She wouldn’t let me.”
"You actually swallowed?" Bob asked.
"Yeah."
"You DRANK her piss?" Bob was starting to feel sick.
"Yeah." Joe said. "I drank her piss. I swallowed. All right? How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not proud of it, but I did it. I drank her piss."
Bob shrank back. Visible disgusted.
"You had to be there." Joe said. "I was under her spell like I was hypnotized.
“When she yelled at me in front of all those people and had me physically pinned in a submission hold --- she totally owned me. Totally. What could I do? I couldn’t lie. I had to admit I was her personal sissy-bitch or she would have beaten my ass even worse.
“All the people looked right at me and laughed. They saw what a worthless punk I was. I was a sniveling little weasel. Their eyes were full of disgust and they drilled it into me. I couldn’t blame them, in a way. I felt such inner loathing I hated myself. But when the crowd looked at her, they marveled. And so did I.
“They adored her. And I did too. I couldn’t keep from feeling the same admiration. She instantly turned me into her bitch. It was obvious. They all saw it. She so completely, totally, owned me it was undeniable. No question. What could I say? Resistance was futile.
"By the time we were alone, I was so grateful I wanted to kiss her ass for taking me somewhere private. Away from that mob. I didn't care that I was kneeling behind a stinking pile of garbage. I wanted to grovel at her feet and beg forgiveness.
“I would have done anything she wanted at that point. The sense of relief I felt was unbelievable. So when she told me to kneel and drink her pee I behaved like a good little sissy-bitch and did it. Down to the last drop."
"You must have puked your guts out afterwards, right?" Bob asked, curious.
"It's not like that. It came out warm and spicy like cider or apple vinegar. At least hers was. She’d had a few wine coolers that night.
“Most mornings, after she's had a latte or two, I can taste the caffeine and the rich coffee flavor."
"WHAT?" Bob couldn't believe his ears. "You’ve been drinking her piss again, after that?"
"Well, she lets me drink her pee every morning now since I started working for her."
Bob screwed up his face as if trying to focus. He looked around for a hidden camera thinking this must be a reality TV bit, but it wasn't.
"Bob, it's not as bad as it seems. It won't kill you."
"It won't kill me because I won't drink it." Bob said, flinching at the thought of it.
"Well, I like it." Joe said.
"How can you let her do that to you?"
"She doesn't do it 'to' me." Joe said. "I feel privileged. We do it together. We need to be coordinated or it doesn’t go smooth. It feels like I’m a different part of the same person. Like I’m part of her. It feels so wonderful to surrender to her stream and swallow it down without missing a drop.
"For the rest of the day I have her flavor inside me,” Joe explained. “It clings to my inside lining and soaks itself into me. I taste her piss flavor and smell her piss fragrance for the rest of the day. A special part of her stays with me. She marks me as her bitch from the inside out.
"When I said what I did about not being proud of it: I lied. I am proud of it,” Joe proudly confessed. “I love drinking her pee. I worship her. It's like a miracle we came together.”
At this point Bob sat dumb with amazement as Joe continued rationalizing his behavior.
“My boss loves the Blues. She took her frustrations out on me at the concert because of her friend.
“Her friend was going through a tough time. Her husband had just left her and she didn't want to spend Saturday night alone. She surprised my boss with two lawn tickets to Big Bill's show.
"My boss already had a front row seat. A single. She always goes alone because no one she knows really loves the Blues like she does. But out of loyalty to her friend she ate that front row ticket and sat with her friend out on the lawn.
"It was her friend that did all the talking. My boss was so used to it she was able to tune her out. Until I got in her face about it she didn't realize anyone else noticed. Out of loyalty to her friend and the frustration of giving up a prime seat, she kicked my ass.
"She's beautiful. We go to her home and listen to Blues all night while I go down on her.
“She has me programmed to lick her pussy exactly the way she wants depending on the playlist she uses.
“Her collection is tremendous. I'm not worthy.
“She's one of the few people that’s even heard of some of these Blues guys.
“She's got all their recordings. Rare stuff. I'm in heaven."
"And all you have to do is drink piss to stay there." Bob said with disgust.
"I don't have to. She lets me. I'd lick her ass out if she wanted me to. I worship her.