Authors note: This little story started as a three tweet story that was begging to be expanded. It has been expanded to include rope bondage and pee play between two consenting women. Thank you, @MDommeUnique (on Twitter) for the original tweet that inspired the story and @OMyGoddessx for the revelation in expanding the story.
Ellie hated creepy crawly bugs. So much so that she woke up her Mistress simply because she was terrified of a tiny spider she discovered late at night while using the bathroom. Her Mistress begrudgingly rescued Ellie by trapping the spider in a cup and gently releasing it outside. Ellie hugged her Mistress as she whispered, “Thank you.”
The following morning, Ellie was mortified when Mistress informed her she would be working in the garden all afternoon sifting through soil and fertilizing the plants. “But the bugs, Mistress. Bugs are for squishing. And the sun, it will ruin my light skin. Please no.”
“Oh dear, you misunderstood me,” her Mistress Veronica corrected. You are a bug today. A caterpillar, I think. Yes.” She pulled out several lengths of colorful rope and opened the door to the garden.
“That was very rude waking me up with your shrieks last night, especially when I grant you free access to the bathroom. Today, we will conquer your fear of bugs so I can get some uninterrupted rest. Besides, we will never squish the buggies! They are precious and must be protected and guided to become the best buggies ever. Don’t you agree, little one?”
“Yes, Mistress. Buggies are precious and need to be guided to become the best they can be,” Ellie replied with some hesitation.
“In that case, let’s go into the garden together. Oh, and bring the lemonade with two ice-filled glasses,” her Mistress commanded as an afterthought. She grabbed the cold lemonade from the refrigerator with two glasses. She dutifully followed her Mistress out the house’s back door and into the garden.
Ellie set the glasses and lemonade on the patio table, which was shaded by a colorful umbrella. The garden was as private as it was beautiful. It was sunny due to the lack of tall trees to shade the garden. A small, brown shed stood in the back of the yard to hold tools, pots, and hoses. Ellie always thought the shed was a perfect place for spiders and other bugs to hide, so she avoided it whenever possible. The lush green lawn was surrounded by colorful lilies, Purple heather, and white roses. A tall fence ensured visual privacy from neighbors, but any sound did seem to carry. Ellie could hear the neighbor on the other side of the privacy fence dribbling a basketball.
Mistress invited Ellie to sit down and enjoy the lemonade. The intense sun followed its predetermined path high in the sky, and Ellie was glad for the shade the umbrella provided. Ellie poured the first glass for each of them. Beads of condensation dripped down the sides of the cool drink in the humid summer heat. As they chatted about the flowers in the garden, Mistress casually refilled Ellie’s glass over and over. Ellie didn’t notice until both the pitcher and her glass were empty.
“Oh, I see we are out of lemonade. Want me to go make some more,” Ellie asked politely.
“No,” replied Mistress. “I think we put off your garden work too long already. It is scorching hot now. We should have had you start earlier when it was still cool.”
Mistress Veronica stood up from her chair dressed in a brightly colored sundress with flat, leather sandals. The wind blew at the hem of the dress, causing it to tantalizingly rise up slightly from time to time. Mistress swept an errant blond hair from her face, tucking it behind her left ear. Ellie reacted quickly and stood immediately in her white shorts and blue, cropped tank top. At that moment, Ellie’s hope faded that her Mistress had forgotten about the garden work.
“I will give you the option of removing your cute shirt and shorts so they don’t get dirty. If you are feeling bashful today, you may keep them on.”
Ellie was not bashful. She enjoyed displaying her fit body and milky skin to appreciative eyes. Ellie’s eyes locked on her Mistress as the top pulled over her head. She was still hopeful that she might be able to distract her Mistress from executing whatever punishment she had planned. She tossed the garment playfully at Mistress Veronica, who smiled back at her with a seductive grin.
Ellie hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles without the slightest bend in her knees, demonstrating her flexibility. She stepped out of the shorts and left them on the chair beside her. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath as it was a rule that she was not permitted to wear a bra or panties while at home. Her pale skin glowed in the summer sunlight.
“Good choice,” Mistress Veronica praised. “Now come to the back of the garden by the shed. Oh, and put some sunscreen on. After I practice my shibari on your arms, legs, and body, it may take you quite a while to wriggle through the grass back to the house. You’ll have so much fun with your little bug friends!”
Ellie pouted for a moment, “But, Mistress, I’ll get all sweaty and dirty. Also, there are so many icky bugs. Please, can’t we just sit here and drink more lemonade? I might even go under the table and do that thing you like me to do if we forget about this.”
“Are you trying to bargain with me? Does that mean you don’t think you deserve punishment for waking me up with your loud shrieks last night? I thought something was really wrong. You worried me. Now, you want to stay on my good side. Don’t you? Then come over to the shed as I asked. Don’t make me repeat myself a third time.”
Ellie squeezed a dollop of sunscreen into her hand as she walked over to the shed. She rubbed the protective lotion onto her face, neck, and shoulders. A warm breeze blew across her body, sending tingles down her spine as Ellie stood nude in the garden with her Mistress. Next to the shed, she slowly continued spreading sunscreen on her small, firm breasts. Her nipples protruded stiffly from her own gentle touches.
Her Mistress kept a watchful eye as she didn’t want her delicate Ellie to burn in the summer sun. “Be sure to get it all over, little one,” Mistress Veronica reminded Ellie. She watched intently, and Ellie’s fingers spread the white sunscreen evenly over her thighs, calves, ankles, and feet. “Here, give me the bottle. I’ll finish it,” Her Mistress commanded impatiently.
Mistress Veronica rubbed her hands together, warming up the sunscreen between them. Standing behind Ellie, she pressed her hands across Ellie’s shoulders, back, and buttocks. Ellie felt a familiar dampness between her legs as she stood naked in front of her Mistress. Ellie let out a gasp as her Mistress slid her hands down Ellie’s abdomen, working her way lower. From behind, Mistress Veronica pressed her sunscreen-coated fingers around Ellie’s hairless outer labia, being careful not to get the sunscreen onto the sensitive inner lips. Ellie let out a small sigh that did not go unnoticed.
Ellie wanted her Mistress to keep touching her, but Mistress Veronica had other ideas. Satisfied that Ellie was entirely covered with sunscreen, Mistress Veronica retrieved several lengths of rope.
“Ellie, put your hands behind your back for me. There’s a good girl.” Mistress Veronica made her voice ooze with a combination of authority and raw desire that Ellie could never resist. Ellie surrendered to the command of her Mistress as Ellie’s dread of her punishment grew.
Mistress Veronica doubled the rope, then wrapped it around Ellie’s delicate wrists once. She drew the ends of the braided hemp through the loop she had made before threading the rope between the wrists and tying a single knot. With Ellie’s wrists secured, she ran the cord in a criss-cross fashion around her arms. The cross-crossed rope formed more diamond shapes until Mistress Veronica tied it off just below Ellie’s shoulders.
Mistress Veronica lowered Ellie to the ground and repeated the process on Ellie’s ankles and legs until Ellie was almost unable to move at all. Similarly, Mistress Veronica repeated the process on her submissive’s torso. With each wrap of the rope and knot, Ellie felt more and more constrained. As the ropes bound her chest, even her breathing was restricted to quick, short breaths. Her Mistress continued wrapping her until she completed her rope body harness.
“Mistress, there is a knot rubbing against my clit,” Ellie observed.
“I know, my little caterpillar. That is my treat to you,” replied Mistress Veronica with a smile. Ellie wasn’t sure it would be a treat to have that knot rubbing in a sensitive area. Mistress Veronica stood over Ellie and admired her handiwork. As Ellie struggled against her bonds on the garden lawn, she looked up. She noticed that Mistress Veronica was uncharacteristically bare under her sundress.
Mistress Veronica stepped back into the house, leaving Ellie alone in the backyard for several minutes. Ellie knew she wasn’t really alone. Mistress Ellie has cameras set all around the backyard to watch Ellie outside and keep her safe. But Ellie did wonder what her Mistress was up to for so long. Ellie started to get a cramp in her calf. She struggled against her bonds, unable to move more than a half-an-inch from where she was lying. Fortunately, it was enough to relieve the cramp.
The door of the house opened, and Mistress Veronica came back out in the garden. She added a broad sun hat to her outfit. She carried a fresh pitcher of lemonade filled with ice and a battery-powered vibrator. Both looked good to Ellie, who struggled to move towards the cool shade of the table’s umbrella. It had been two weeks since she was last permitted an orgasm. Would Mistress really tease her like this, giving herself an orgasm that Ellie was denied?
Each time she moved, the knot rubbed against Ellie’s clit. She grew more and more aroused. She hoped her Mistress would see her suffering and end the punishment soon so they could both enjoy the vibrations of the wand.
Mistress Veronica poured a glass of cold lemonade from a fresh pitcher. She pressed the cool glass against her face. She had worked hard to bind her precious Ellie, and now it was time for her to enjoy her work. Ellie was only a few steps away, but Mistress anticipated it would take her some time to worm her way back to her in her current state. “Come over to the table and join me when you can,” she called to Ellie.
Meanwhile, Ellie was starting to wish she hadn’t drunk so much lemonade earlier. She took as deep a breath as the bindings would allow and started squirming her way towards the table under the watchful eye of her Mistress. Ellie knew that she had to hurry as her full bladder would not hold for long. She thought, “Drinking all that lemonade was a mistake.”
With each movement, the knot rubbed against her clit. Not only was her bladder filling up, but her clit made sure her arousal kept growing despite the disgusting bugs that were crawling on her skin. She was so focused on the increasing pressure on her bladder that she hardly noticed the bugs around her.
She had moved two feet with great effort and almost came twice from the knot rubbing on her clit. Mistress knew her knots well. The ropes remained tight. She had to stop to catch her breath a few times. She focused on her full bladder, determined to get to the table before she wet herself. She let out an exasperated grunt as the pressure grew unbearable.
“Mistress,” she called out. “Mistress, I’m sorry, but I really need to pee.”
“Then you best hurry, little buggie. That is unless you intend to fertilize the garden.”
Ellie blushed as the Mistress smiled at Ellie’s growing discomfort.
Mistress Veronica stood up and walked over to the helpless Ellie. She reached down and gently felt Ellie’s swollen lower abdomen. “I see that’s getting full. I suspect you’d like me to release you so you can get up and use the bathroom right now, wouldn’t you?” Mistress asked as she gently pressed her hand against Ellie’s bladder.
“Oh, please don’t do that. I’m going to pee,” Ellie exclaimed in response.
“I tell you what, I’ll untie you when you reach the table, or I will untie you right now if you let out a little pee for me. Just the littlest bit you can. Then please me with your tongue.”
Ellie was tired of being so constricted in the hot sun. “Oh please, take these ropes off,” she uttered quickly.
“You know how much I adore when you beg. But, I want you to beg for what I asked of you first.”
Ellie was momentarily confused. Then it hit her. She couldn’t beg for that, could she? No! Being naked and helplessly bound was one thing, but peeing herself. No, it was too much. But Ellie realized she could beg for something else instead. “Please, Mistress. Please let me taste you. I want the privilege of putting my mouth on you. Please let me lick and suck until you cum on my face. Please, Mistress, let me taste you,” Ellie begged earnestly.
But Mistress was not pleased. “Ellie. Look at me carefully. I will give you one more chance to beg for what I know, deep inside, you want. I know you don’t think you want it, but I know you do because it pleases me. You are always proud of your body and how fit you keep it for me. But that is when it is clean and smelling of fresh soap. No. You know what I want you to beg for. This is your last chance, or I’ll go back to the lemonade and my vibrator over there until you crawl your way over to me.”
Ellie weighed her options quickly. She really didn’t have much choice. A guttural “Ugh!” involuntarily uttered from her throat as the intense urge to pee struck her again. She closed her eyes and focused on maintaining control for a moment before she could think again. Mistress was right. She was embarrassed by being covered in dirt and garden filth while Mistress looked fresh and clean in her sundress and hat. She had never peed herself before, especially not in front of anyone. “Oh!” The tightly bound girl exclaimed again as an even stronger urge to pee returned. Ellie struggled to maintain control before realizing that she never really had control of this situation from the start.
“Please, Mistress,” Ellie began as she surrendered herself. “Please, may I pee myself, just a little?”
“Ellie!” Mistress Veronica exclaimed with feigned surprise. “Ellie, you want to pee yourself? Why would you want to do such a thing?’
Ellie knew what Mistress wanted to hear. “I want to feel my warm piss leak out and down my legs. Please, Mistress. Let me fertilize the garden with just a little bit of my pee. Ah!” Another urge struck her again. She could barely fight it.
“Is that what you really want? To pee yourself out here in the garden? There is a perfectly good toilet inside the house. Why don’t you get up and go inside to use it?”
“Because I want to fertilize the garden for you. I want my piss to spill past my thighs and onto the garden grass for you. Because I want to please you.” Ellie could think of nothing else than relieving herself, even if only a little bit.
“Well, if that’s what you want. Then you have my permission.”
Ellie concentrated on letting only a little urine out. She tried to release just a tiny squirt, but the pressure was too much. She started, but it took her several seconds to stop the stream again. The warm golden liquid poured over her skin. The acrid scent of her golden fluid made its way to her nose. Her pee soaked into the garden grass below her, becoming part of the garden. Ellie blushed in humiliation. Her bladder involuntarily squeezed against her clenched pelvic muscles. The pain of her bladder contractions made her double over and cry out. Her thoughts about the bugs and filth were pushed from her mind as she singularly focused on maintaining control.
“Oh, dear! You really did want to water the garden, so to speak. Well, if that is something you like to do, then maybe I can arrange for you to do it more often.” Mistress Veronica teased.
“Yes, Mistress. I would like that very much,” Ellie tried to show her enthusiasm, but she was well aware that her Mistress knew of her disdain for wetting herself. However, it was never a hard limit, just one she didn’t want to cross. Her head was floating with a sudden realization. Mistress Veronica had just pushed her past another of her soft limits. Not just the pee, but she was not worried about the tiny ants and other bugs that crawled over her bare skin.
Mistress stood over Ellie and smiled. She smoothed her dress against her thighs and leaned over. “Ready, babe?” Mistress Veronica asked before lowering herself onto Ellie’s eager lips with her knees on either side of Ellie’s head. Ellie kissed her mistress’ outer lips gently. Mistress Veronica leaned forward slightly, giving Ellie easier access to her treasures.
Ellie moaned into Mistress’ pussy, but only because Mistress Veronica steadied herself by pressing her hands on Ellie’s lower abdomen. The temporary relief Ellie felt from releasing a little pee abated quickly. “Uh!” Ellie gasped as her bladder contracted again in an attempt to void itself. Ellie squeezed her pelvic muscle tightly. She would not pee again until she could do so in a proper bathroom.
Ellie regained her control. Under Mistress Veronica’s skirt, she was engulfed in Mistress Veronica’s scent. She eagerly pressed her tongue against her Mistress, finding her pussy already wet. She slid her tongue between the warm pussy lips. The taste was familiar and comforting even as Ellie continued to struggle for control of her full bladder.
Ellie’s tongue slid over her Mistress’ clit. She started with slow, wide circles. Mistress Veronica let out a content sigh from Ellie’s efforts. Meanwhile, Ellie moaned into the pussy she was pleasing as she fought back the urge to pee. The more aroused Mistress became, the more she leaned on Ellie’s full bladder. It took all of Ellie’s concentration to keep control. Her tongue slid quickly across Mistress Veronica’s clit.
Mistress Veronica let out a loud moan as her orgasm overtook her. She pressed her cunt onto Ellie’s face. Suddenly it became too much for Ellie. She surrendered the last of her control to her Mistress. Her bladder suddenly released a torrent of urine.
Ellie cried out with her Mistress, but for an entirely different reason. Her bladder could not empty fast enough as it squeezed tightly. The intense spasms of pressure and pain took Ellie’s breath away. The contractions didn’t feel quite like an orgasm, but it was oddly close to one. Each time Ellie tried to stop the flow of liquid and regain control, the urge to pee overwhelmed her again and again until she was completely empty and drained.
Mistress Veronica recovered and knelt beside Ellie. Ellie’s legs and torso were covered in urine. “Um, You’re going to wash these ropes later,” Mistress Veronica joked as she untied Ellie, knot by knot. “Now, how about I help you into the house for a warm bath. I’ll bring the vibrator with me.”
With each knot release, Ellie regained more of her autonomy. She stretched her limbs, restoring her tired muscles. When the last binding was untied from her torso, Mistress Veronica stood back and whispered, “Oh dear!” She covered her mouth as she giggled.
Ellie looked down at the imprint the ropes had made on her body from the criss-cross of ropes. She always loved seeing how the rope pressed into her flesh. Ellie rubbed her skin. Then she noticed. “Oh my god! I look like a fucking checkerboard! The sunscreen wasn’t enough.”
“Hmm, marking you with interesting tan lines is an idea to explore for another time,” Mistress Veronica quipped. Ellie pouted. “Oh, don’t worry. Those lines are faint and will fade in a week or two.”
Ellie had fully recovered from her sub-space. She looked up at her Mistresses smiling face, and then they both fell into a fit of giggles and laughter.
~Quinn Blueheart
Copyright 2021 by Quinn Blueheart. All Rights Reserved.
Last update: 12/16/2021
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