THE BOILER ROOM 3 by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: THE BOILER ROOM 3

Published: 13.09.2024

Story Codes: WS, Scat

Synopsis: Jill is a thrill-seeker, looking for anything naughty and unacceptable in normal society, and she’s found it in Arthur, a Potty Pro. He found her with a discrete ad that mentioned water sports, which could only mean using human elimination of body waste as play. Little did she suspect how far he intended to take her, in a defecation club called the Boiler Room, where people met to share their unusual kink.

The Boiler Room 3

Chapter Three

Jill decided immediately that if this man Arthur ever wanted to spank her again, she would refuse. It was just too degrading, and she hardly knew this man and did not know these other people at all. She was now sorry that when she had responded to his ad, she had let him know her name, her telephone number, and worst of all, her address.

The only good thing about this whole thing was the relative anonymity. Nobody she knew would see her the next day and embarrass her by speaking of the severe spanking she had received the night before. Nor that she had revealed her private sex organ through the panties, and worse, that she had peed through them, in public.

“Will somebody take her skirt?” Arthur asked.

When a man stepped forward, Jill obediently undid the belt and stepped out of the skirt. She handed it to the man, who also picked up her wet panties. This seemed like a good time, so he instructed her to open her blouse, to reveal her fabulous breasts to her audience.

“You’ve had quite a ride, my dear, smacking the palm of my hand with your lovely ass and your pretty cunt. That must have hurt you more than it did me. You appear to be depleted, somewhat tired, and ready for a shower. Sit up, on your legs, so that you can press that pretty cunt of yours against the kitty litter.”

She did as he proposed, as she thought it might to some degree hide her cunt from the ogling watchers.

“That’s right,” he said, satisfied that she was doing his bidding, “That’s better. Spread your knees wide, so that your lovely cunt is pushed into the absorbent pussy litter. You’re being a good pussy for a change.”

He stood in front of her, pulled out his large penis, holding it in his hand to direct it. That was necessary because he began to piss on her face. He raised the flow to her forehead, wetting down her blonde curls so that her hair matted against her shoulders, with his ample flow of piss soaking her whole upper body.

As his stream crossed her mouth, she opened only slightly, to sample the taste of fresh piss not her own, hoping nobody noticed, and she found its taste familiar. This was the first time she had ever been pissed on, receiving what she knew as called a golden shower, and it tingled as the warm piss soaked her, trickling through her hair.

When he was at last finished, having emptied his bladder over her, she opened her eyes to look at the people watching her. They appeared mesmerized. The warm piss that had covered her was cooling, and she momentarily shivered. Arthur instructed her to stand and move over the stack of tiny glasses and then to produce her own cascade of urine.

She had seen champagne glasses filled by pouring onto the top glass of a pyramid. She had been impressed at how the bubbly liquid had overflowed the top glass and cascaded down into the stacks of glasses below. The one she had seen had been a large stack of glasses. A case of champagne had been used, and very little had touched the floor. It was remarkable.

With her experience, she knew what was expected of her. The glasses were one ounce in size because a woman would have at most a sixteen-ounce bladder capacity, and hers felt like it was nearing the bursting point. She knew of the fetish of drinking fresh pee and wondered if there were twelve people present, that would be half of them, who would do such a thing.

Jill made a remarkable sight as she stood, dressed in her high heels, dark stockings and a garter belt. In her opinion, she surpassed the appearance of the best of the Playboy bunnies with her remarkable figure, her extra-large full breasts, her simple but elegant spike heels, and her impeccable grooming.

The others admired her remarkable form as she squatted over the pile of tiny glasses, positioning her open vulva over the small mouth of the top glass. She wanted to get her lower lips as close as possible to the rim of the glass, to ensure a good aim, but was also aware of the danger of knocking the fragile pile over.

Jill would be in for much more severe discipline than she had already received if she had such an accident. She could feel a burning pressure in her bladder and an urgency for relief that was triggered by her squatting movement and the thought of releasing her golden flow. She was ready, regardless.

She also noticed for the first time a turning of her bowels as her colon filled. This was a manageable inconvenience, but she knew she would need to visit a restroom before too long. Some of the people who were here would be taking a shit on the kitty litter, or else what was the janitor with the poop scoop here for?

“Release a few drops, sweetheart, to test your aim,” Arthur instructed her.

She very carefully exerted a small pressure, rising on her toes and spreading her knees even further as she did so. Her cunt lips were not well spread, so when she released a quick burst of hot pee that splashed into the glass, she had to squeeze hard to cut it off.

She was close enough to the upper tiny glass that most of the burst of her spray went into it, with the rest sprinkling the outside of the clear crystal, giving it an array of amber beads on one side. She would have to concentrate on keeping her cunt open as much as she could, to produce an even stream rather than the spray her first try produced.

Arthur moved over to her, boldly put his hand into her blouse, squeezing a naked bulging breast, and looked her in the eye.

“You missed the glass with some of your amber dew,” he said to her, “I’m going to have to punish you. More than last time. You understand that. Are you ready?”

Jill lowered her head and nodded. This was part of the game, and she planned to stay with it as long as long as she could. She was new at being so submissive and was quivering with excitement. She could feel the strength of his hand cupping her left breast. He was powerful and capable of really hurting her if he wanted to.

She blushed incredibly as she saw everyone watching what he was doing to her. His hand pulled gently at her breast, then squeezed it, and then his fingers found the rising and firming nipple, aroused by his touch. Suddenly he was squeezing the hard little bud with incredible force, and making in scream with pain.

She felt the pain course from her chest down her front, across her tummy, down to her clit, and she realized how delicious it was. She was being completely mastered by a master dominant and was unable to do anything about it. It was all she could do to keep from screaming out, but she managed to choke it back.

Her eyes filled with tears from the intensity of the sharp pain, and she wondered if he would ever let go. At that instant, he did, and pulled his hand from her blouse, as if nothing had happened. He stepped back with the others and looked on with amusement at this new nineteen-year-old girl he was training.

She was proving to be more interesting than he had thought she would be. It was hard to find a good partner for this kind of event. It was even harder to find one that was so eminently trainable. He was now sure the beautiful young lady he had brought tonight would meet his high standards. She was an admirable cunt.

“Fill the glasses now, my dear,” he said, “All of them, right to the brim.”

Glad that she didn’t have to hold on any longer, Jill did what she could to spread her cunt without touching it, and then exerted just a slight pressure, which was all that was needed. Her curled-edged vagina lips quivered, then gently spread as she pressed downward, and she released a torrent of piss into the tiny top glass.

It quickly overflowed, and the three glasses beneath it were filled to overflowing. As she pissed, she removed her blouse, leaving herself nearly naked. The warm amber piss cascade continued downward as this new woman to the group, wearing nothing but her garter belt, stockings and high heels below the waist, urinated.

Jill was shamelessly pissing into the pile of tiny glasses as the others watched, spellbound at her obedience to her new Master. It was to her as if she were one of them, and this was perfectly natural. One of the women instructed her male slave to ready himself to clean Jill’s residue when she finished her task, and the man got to his knees.

“On your back, Adam!” the woman said, and Adam lay on the floor, ready to service Jill when she was ready.

The cascade continued, and she surprised everyone by easily being able to fill all twelve glasses. Jill finally shut off her flow of warm urine and moved over Adam as soon as Arthur instructed her to do so.

She remained squatting so that she was able to move her piss-dribbling vagina directly over his mouth. When he opened his mouth for her, she lowered herself so that her lower lips were within an inch of this strange man’s spread and waiting lips. He grasped her thighs, and raised his head, pressing his warm moist mouth over her damp organ.

His tongue eagerly went to work, sliding between her lips, pressing persistently inward, cleaning her with sweeping motions.

She felt a sudden excitement with a naughty thought, and with a subtle roll of her hips, pressing to meet his active mouth, she gave him a private little gift. As he worked, she pressed downward and produced a further stream of her piss, this one directly into his mouth, hidden from the view of the others.

They saw him swallow and knew what was happening between the two. Jill felt she was being completely outrageous, and the feeling thrilled her. She was peeing straight into a man’s mouth, and as far as she could tell, nobody but she and he knew it, even though they were all watching intently.

She had much to learn about the sophistication of this group of piss perverts. It seemed bizarre to have such a secret while the perfect stranger was doing such an intimate thing to her with everybody watching. This extra bit of daring was what made the exercise so much fun, and outrageously naughty.

She found the feeling of the man’s warm moist tongue probing and licking her vagina enormously arousing, and, although she was required to stay perfectly still, Jill began to orgasm. She could see the bulge on the man’s pants bulging, and she gave the slightest rotation of her pelvis, to present her organ to him more fully.

As she did this, she saw a sudden damp patch form in his pants at the head of his penis and knew she had also brought him to orgasm, without even touching him. In seconds his semen was seeping into sight through his pants. It gave her a sense of power to be able to bring a man off without the need to touch him.

Watching his response to her movement against his mouth brought on a second orgasm for her, this one much less subtle, as a moan escaped her lips, and she pressed her groin down against the eager service of his mouth. This overt expression of sexual pleasure brought about a strange reaction from him.

The dark moist spot in the man’s pants quickly spread, and Jill realized with embarrassment that the prick had just pissed in his pants. He knew that his ejaculation would not please his mistress, as she had not instructed him to do so. She had not permitted him to have an orgasm, and it was knowing that he would be punished that brought about the discharge of urine.

When at last the man finished cleaning her cunt with his tongue, he was instructed to stand. Jill was not given permission to move, so she remained squatting, her aroused sex lips flared beautifully beneath her. The man was told to remove his filthy wet urine-soaked pants and undershorts.

When he did as he was commanded, Jill saw that his penis had lost its rigidity, and sagged. She also noted that it was still dripping his amber jewels of piss. The asshole was in trouble of his own making, and he deserved whatever punishment awaited him. That was to wait, as there was more to be done together.

Arthur commanded her to return the compliment the man had given her, so she dropped to her knees and took the head of his penis in her mouth. The man surprised her by repeating the secret service she had given him. A brief stream of his fresh urine emerged and ran down her tongue into her throat.

She could not help herself but swallowed as soon as it hit the base of her tongue, giving away their guilty secret to anyone who was watching. Everyone was. The two other men who were being dominated by the women with them distributed the liqueur glasses filled to overflow with Jill’s pee while Jill licked clean the penis of the man before her.

She also licked clean his inner thighs and finished with his testicles by drawing his scrotum into her mouth. She found the acrid taste of his piss stimulating. When she had both of the large hairy stones inside her mouth, she applied gentle pressure with her tongue, and his penis swelled back to a firm erection. This was indeed a cock to reckon with.

Holding the man’s rocks safely in her mouth, she rotated around, so that her tummy was below him, and he had a clear view of her long stockinged legs and her naked clean-shaven vagina. She knew the sight of her cunt moving as she gyrated her hips would make his penis swell to an even more impressive size and stiffness.

As the others in the group sipped her nectar, she continued to work his balls inside her mouth. The others watched her with delight as she brought the man to the point of ejaculation for the second time within a few minutes. The man flushed and looked at his mistress helplessly as he began to spurt fresh gobs of his jism.

The sticky spunk splashed onto Jill’s naked pelvic area, coating her cunt. She rotated her hips so that she caught some of the seed-ladened liquid inside the vestibule of her pussy. She had once done this same trick with a boyfriend, but he had been so embarrassed that she had caused him to involuntarily ejaculate that he had never called her again.

She realized that some men were not able to deal with not being in total control of a woman. She figured it had been his loss. When the people finished their treat of the golden cocktail, they re-stacked the small glasses into a pyramid. It was obvious they wanted to taste someone else’s piss.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE