I really struggled with this topic of water sports and pee play. I even gave a little sigh (if I’m honest) when it came up. I wanted to sound knowledgable and enlightened, but I couldn’t get passed the desire to shower (obviously not the golden kind).
I have learned never to say never, and for good reason. But certainly not right now seems like a safe bet. I think it has something to do with the kids. I know, it’s like the reverse of a therapist always blaming your mother. My kids are at the fault of everything. However, in this case, it makes sense, I swear.
You know the idea that a male gynecologist can lose his sex drive because he looks at woo-haas all day. Well, currently, I have got more urine than I care to handle. You would think with all the penises I look at I would struggle with other things, but I am good there. But changing diapers constantly and trying to potty train the toddler has me and urine on non-speaking terms.
Maybe in a few years the subject could be broached again, if Sir was interested. I understand there is an enormous humiliation factor as part of it. I struggle with humiliation most of the time. I can take it in small doses, I love to be called names and made to crawl. But I fear that being urinated on, in any capacity, could tap into some extreme emotional responses that Sir doesn’t want to awaken just yet.
Also, the general idea of drinking urine specifically makes me thing of some sort of survivalist set up. Like we’re trapped on a deserted island somewhere and this is the only way to survive. I just can’t make that sexy. Maybe it is one of those ‘in the moment’ things. You get swept up and just run away with the need to serve that during a quick bathroom break in the scene you follow him in. You kneel and offer yourself, he considers, his cock twitches at the thought, and the next moment you have embarked on something you never considered.