Pee-Boarding

While I was enjoying the glass of red wine he made ready the bed by laying some large sheet sized plastic across the bed. Unbeknownst to me he had brought the plastic sheeting with him with the expressed intention of carrying out his plan. Perhaps I had been silly agreeing to let him do anything he liked. ''Perhaps I had been silly'' that's an understatement! He instructed me to come to the bedroom wearing only stockings and suspenders, once there he first blindfold me then tied me spread-eagled to the bed. Arms and legs were spread very wide and the bondage was extremely tight. He was very good at this. What had I let myself in for? A muslin cloth was placed over my face and immediately a liquid was being slowly poured onto the cloth. As I tried to breath liquid went up my nose and into my mouth. Straight away I knew it was pee. I was drowning in pee and I could not do a thing about it. Speaking was impossible so I could not even protest or tell him to please stop. Somehow, either down to luck, or his skill as an amateur torturer I did manage to occasionally catch my breath, but as soon as I did more of the smelly strong tasting urine re entered my nose and mouth. All I could do was gulp as much air as I could when I could and swallow as fast and as much as I could. The nasty taste and smell no longer mattered, all I concentrated on was breathing. Once released, and enjoying another glass of wine, Jenny explained how he had been saving urine all morning by peeing into a one litre bottle (about 2 pints). It was at this point I realised he had been drinking rather a lot of tea. I had just thought he was thirsty. The whole bottle had gone onto my face, most up my nose and down my throat. The spillage he thankfully mopped up with towels. At least he made sure the bedroom carpet remained unsullied even if I didn't. Later some TV Lady friends and some BDSM acquaintances warned me that Jenny was very unpredictable and had a tendency to be cruel. With that in mind I did cool the relationship, so much so that we never did meet again in private. Occasionally I would see him at a club or a Fetish Fair. In hindsight would I do the same again? … Probable!