[MF] [Mdom] [rapey] [pee] Into the woods

“What brings you in today?” I asked the lady sitting in front of me, as I readied my pen and notepad to start our first session. She had mentioned generic concerns about her sexual identity over the phone, and that she needed to let certain stuff out.

Usually this was the beginning of a “coming out the closet” or a gender transition. As a therapist specializing in sexuality issues, I have heard it all and seen it all. But not yet a story of this kind.

“I was at the state park a couple weeks ago”, my new client, Danielle, started.

I had been walking around pretty much all day. I am not a teenager anymore, I need to work those calories out. And with the lovely weather, a hike in nature felt much better than the gym. I lost sense of time, and ended up just slightly off the trail. And that’s when it struck me, I had to pee and I was nowhere near a toilet.

Normally, I am a reserved and proper lady. But this time, my bladder was just begging for release. So, I found a rock, behind some bushes and a tree, and I squatted. And, oh, it felt like such a relief to let it all out.

I thought I had been cautious, but as I stood up, and tried to regain some composure, I heard him.

“Him” she described to me as one of the rangers at the park. She didn’t really tell me much about his looks or anything that would give him away. She said that despite the rest of the story, she has no ill will towards the man, and just wants to figure out what it all means for her. “I wasn’t raped. It may sound like it, but it was not that.” she was adamant.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened, and then we can work through what it does or does not classify as?” I retorted.

He called at me, “Miss, what are you doing?” or some such. I can’t exactly remember. I felt so bad in that moment. Like a naughty child caught in mischief by their dad. I knew that he knew. He had caught me, an adult lady, pissing in the woods like… like a wild animal. I felt ashamed. I felt violated. Such an intimate, private moment, and I had no idea how much of it he had caught. I just knew he knew. I felt it.

At first he was polite. He asked me if everything was alright. I tried to shake it off. “Yes, yes” I said. I asked directions back to the parking lot. That’s when his whole demeanor changed. He started telling me, but then said he’d walk me back.

“And how did you feel in that moment?” I asked her.

Well, Danielle continued, the guy, he seemed so nice. I just felt like his presence was a reminder of my naughtiness. I was embarrassed. He wasn’t letting anything on, though. Just some small talk. I guess he was waiting for the right moment.

We must have hit some covered spot. He must have known. Rangers know their stuff, right?

“Probably, yes. So, you got to this covered spot”, I interjected, while I was trying to keep my notes, “and then what?”

And then it all changed. She started crying. I handed her a box of tissues and gave her a few minutes to regain composure. She continued the story, unprompted.

And then, it all changed. He pulled me aside. Held me by my arms. He was strong. He held tight. His voice turned creepy. Dark. His eyes looked… different. As if a demon had gotten into him. I will never forget his words. He said “You need to be careful what you do around here, you know? Some people can’t handle certain things. They could… lose their mind you know”. He said it as everything around him said “I lost my mind” right then and there. He said it like he wished he could have fused with me. It felt like … like he wanted me. Not just fucking me. Like he wanted to merge his body with mine. Like something about me had captured him beyond repair.

He told me how the sweat on my body could arouse a man. And then .. he said something. So dirty. And so sexual at the same time. He finally confessed it. That he had seen me pee. That he had seen it all. And that he could still smell it on me. “This scent, this pungent scent of piss on your body. It could fuck with a man’s brain, you know”. He had seen me piss, and now he wanted me.

I didn’t even know a man could be turned on by this. And yet, he was. Clearly.

He pointed his gun at me. He told me I was being arrested. He pushed me against a tree. Held the gun to my neck. And slid his fingers between my legs. He rubbed my pussy.

I am ashamed of it. But I was wet. Soaking wet. I was terrified of him. And horny. I feared for my life. And wanted sex. All at once. In the same breath. I could feel my heart pounding. I could see my life flash before my eyes. And I could feel my hips thrusting back as he fondled me.

He took his hand off me, threw the gun off into the grass. He smelled his fingers. And then put them on my face, and told me to lick them. We licked my fingers. Together. His tongue and mine.

“What did you taste like?” I asked Danielle.

I tasted of piss and arousal, she said. She didn’t mince her words. She didn’t sugarcoat it. The ranger made her taste her own fluids.

“And how did you feel about this?” I continued

Ashamed. Dirty. Disgusted. And horny. Oh so fucking horny. It was horrible. Depraved. Gross. I felt dirtier than a slut. And it turned me on. Like I had disconnected fully from decency. Like all barriers were gone and I was just a horny animal ready to degrade myself to no end for a quick orgasm. I begged him not to do it, I begged him to stop. And he didn’t. He knew. He could taste it. He tasted that my words lied, and my body said the truth.

It was so…. intense. I don’t know how to process it yet. Why was this so sexy to me? Why did I want him? Why didn’t I resist more? I … I tasted my own piss in front of a stranger with a gun. And that’s not even the end of it. Oh no.

He ripped my clothes off. Took his pants down. He licked the sweat off my neck. Like a fucking beast. He made out with me. He was hungry for me. This was more raw than just sexual desire. This was something else. He would have eaten me if he could have. He bit me. He choked me. And then he put his dick into me.

And as he did that, he told me.. he told me he had to take a piss.

What’s a girl to do? I … I don’t know. I didn’t know what to say. I offered to turn around, Danielle said, followed by a sad laughter. Like he was being polite, you know?

“Well, what did he do to that offer?”

She looked at me. Straight in my eyes. Like she wanted to make sure I could see it in her eyes, that she wasn’t crazy, that she wasn’t lying. With slow methodical precision, she uttered her response.

He pissed in my vagina. He pushed his cock deep into me. And he pissed. I felt it push into me. I felt the warmth of his piss. I felt it rush down my pussy. I felt it on my legs. I could smell it all. It was a revolting disgusting mix of juices. My piss. His piss. My arousal. His precum. It was everything. I was a receptacle for everything.

I bet the smells aroused him. I could feel him harder as the last drop of piss left his body. Like he knew he had just used me as a toilet. And it pleased him greatly. It gave him the energy to continue fucking me.

And fuck me he did. It was amazing. Mindblowing. And disgusting. I came. Not once. Not twice. I came three times. And when he pulled out and jizzed on the grass? I almost felt defeated, like I wanted that last gift from him. Like I was good enough for his piss, but not for his cum.

He took me to the parking lot, told me to taste his pee before washing myself, and then walked off. He disappeared into the sunset, as quickly and randomly as he had showed up at the bushes.

And now I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel like a whore. I feel used. And I feel no sex will ever be as dirty and ecstatic as that. Nothing will live up to this, and at the same time, it is painful to even think about it. And yet, every night, I piss and I sit on the toilet, and I fuck myself without wiping, without flushing.

And then I cry. Of disgust. And of desire.

“Well, Danielle, after traumatic events, it’s easy to feel …. ” but I knew, I knew that as I spoke, she was lost, lost in the memory of that day in the woods. I knew this would be a long journey with my new patient. One that I very much looked forward to. One that I am thinking about right now, as I hold a piece of toilet paper in my hand, unsure whether to wipe or to fuck myself.

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