Golden Showers - Saturday Morning Marking

Golden Showers – Saturday Morning Marking

I woke the him up the usual way. I grabbed a tall blue glass, filled it half way with cubes, then poured in water from the jug in the fridge like he likes it. Taking my usual morning position, I kneeled just outside the bedroom door waiting with his ice water. Softly I said “Sir”, repeating it a few times, gradually increasing my volume as to wake this sleeping bear up gently. As I expected, he was tired and I was put on snooze patrol a couple of times. The 3rd time being a charm, he woke up now sufficiently rested.

After a bit of full-body stretching and a solid yawn, he directed me to enter the room, both with a verbal “Come in” and a hand motion. Normally, an upward hand motion, as he did this time, means I can stand and walk in casually; a downward hand motion means to crawl in to him, take my position and begin giving him a blowjob. I’ve come to learn that the hand motions retain their original meanings at 4 in the afternoon, but in the haze of just waking up in the mornings, every hand motion means blowjob.

He seemed to enjoy me sucking him off, warming and lubricating him with my mouth. I enjoyed it as well — being on my knees at the side of the bed, my face in his groin and my tongue pleasing my owner.

After a few minutes, he stopped me to indulge in a little impact play. Then he spoke. “Get up on the bed” is a line I’m quite familiar with. Anxious and ready to feel him inside me, I quickly mounted the mattress…. knees planted apart, face down, ass up, pussy wet. He slid himself into me, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him for a full and complete entry. I shrieked for the first few thrusts as it seemed like he was longer and thicker than ever, or perhaps I was more swollen and tighter than ever. Every stroke increased the sensation I felt from the one before it, and my shrieks soon transitioned into pleasure screams and moans.

This loving he was giving me was smooth and silky like Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing, yet raw and raunchy like Lil Rob’s Bring Out The Freak In You.

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Soon I was off the bed and back down on my knees, this time with him positioned squarely standing over me. My head movements and sucking actions were controlled by his firm grip of my hair and the heat that fueled his ferocity.

“There’s something I haven’t done in a long time. I haven’t marked you.”

But then suddenly he stopped. Looking down at me, he said “There’s something I haven’t done in a long time. I haven’t marked you.” My mind raced for a moment, bouncing between thoughts of what he may have meant by marking. Maybe he means marking me with a tool that leaves welts, I thought, or maybe bruising like when he bit my inner thighs. Perhaps he means literally marking me with black ink, like when he wrote on my ass. Behind curtain number 3 was my face being marked with his hot creamy cum dripping down my cheek and across my lips.

I was surprised when he didn’t motion to do any of those things, but instead grabbed another chunk of my hair and told me to get up. He forcefully lead me to the master bathroom and quite sternly directed me to get into the tub. At this point, I no longer wondered what he meant by marking me.

“I’m marking MY property!” he said strongly, as if, him being King of the jungle, he wanted to ensure every living being knew that THIS belongs to HIM.

In that deep commanding voice, he instructed me to face the front of the tub, putting my right side directly in the line of his liquid fire. And then it began. My owner aimed his warm stream of pee at me, coating my arm… trickles of wetness dripping off my fingertips. He ordered me to turn around, then peed on my left side.

“Face me” was what I heard next. As I quickly pivoted on my knees to present my front side to him, he began to pee across my shoulders and all over my breasts. Some splashed up onto my chin, and a few droplets landed on my lips, as I realized later when I could taste him on my tongue.

Surely, he had relieved himself enough for the capacity of 3 grown men.

Surely, he had relieved himself enough for the capacity of 3 grown men. I was saturated. I couldn’t imagine there was anything left to squeeze out. But he had at least a partial load of urine left to share. He had me turn to the side again facing the back of the tub and then bend down low. Little did I know he was positioning me to make the flow of his pee travel straight down the crack of my ass. I felt every drop that formed the stream bathing my asshole then dripping off me, an occasional light trickle traveling down the valley of my pussy and dripping off my clit.

“Stay there!” And he exited the bathroom. He left me there in a white tub filled with puddles of golden piss. Still leaning over, my face was inches from his urine. My body was covered in it… my shoulders, arms, fingers, breasts, back, ass and pussy.. even my toes. I was cold. That warm stream of his pee left droplets all over me that were cooling, leaving me shivering and messy.

I had been marked.

Upon his return (which seemed like forever), I was happy to see him turn on the shower water. As if it was to be my reward, I looked forward to a warm washing of another sort. Something about him extending a hand and leading me from the tub to the shower was comforting, as was the shower and the towel he held open wide for me when I was done.

I appreciate the golden shower from my owner. Before I came around, he really had little to no interest in watersports. The first time he washed me in his piss it was for me. I am pleased that this time he did it for himself. I was not humiliated. I was humbled.

Note: This true story was originally published on my Tumblr here. The picture is the dry “before” shot from a previous session of ours involving piss play (09/2012). See the full golden shower post here. And lastly, to “Anonymous” who asked “Water sports: Yay or Nay?” the answer is a resounding Yay (with someone I trust).