With an increasingly full bladder, Clare stood there waiting to start her punishment photoshoot. Across the room stood the other two female models she was going to be working with, Misty and Destiny. Unusually, she hadn’t met or heard of them before, and their names sounded like those of two strippers. But that didn't really matter, as most models that had their erotic photos published used a pseudonym.
In the five months Clare had been with her older girlfriend, Brenda, she’d become no stranger to nude modelling. Brenda was a wealthy and successful professional photographer with her own private studio.
However, today the atmosphere felt different—almost seedy.
It wasn’t just the other models' names that made it feel sleazy; it was also the fact that she was breaking one of her golden rules, doing watersports on camera with other female models.
However, it wasn't the act itself that disgusted her. Clare had a previous lover who enjoyed watching her urinate in the bath, more frequently in the shower, and sometimes directly on him. They were actions that Brenda was aware of, as Clare had never kept secrets from her older girlfriend.
It was because of Brenda’s interest in photographing watersports that Clare had previously gone along with peeing in front of her camera, but importantly, on one condition: only in solo shoots.
However, as Clare was going to have to serve her second punishment, that was all going to change today…
*****
Earlier, an annoyed Clare had been sitting in a makeup chair, knowing that she was going to have to endure another punishment for “borrowing” her older, lesbian girlfriend’s car—a light blue Mini.
She thought back to when she took it and recalled just how horny she had been. Brenda had been away, and she missed David, her boyfriend. It was her lustful thoughts that had led her to impulsively grab the car keys, leaving only a brief note for the car's owner.
In her heart, Clare knew Brenda was right; she should have asked first, but she had her needs!
Her first punishment had been being spanked in public. Though, surprisingly, that turned out to be both pleasurable and a power and control game with Brenda.
One thing that Clare learnt from the “little misunderstanding about the car” was that Brenda, one of the wealthiest people in the city, did not like being taken for granted.
For the umpteenth time, Clare stated, "I have already received punishment, so I shouldn't have to endure another one."
“Not a fucking chance, my dear. Like the spanking, you are doing it, and knowing you as I do, you're probably going to end up fucking enjoying it."
The watching Brenda was known for often dropping the odd heavy swear word into any conversation; her otherwise slightly posh voice made you question— did she say that?
“And remember, Clare, the car is not even six months old, so by continuing to let you use it, I am being rather generous.”
Brenda grinned and then rattled her car keys, which were conveniently in her hand. She was enjoying herself and wanted to give Clare a not-so-subtle reminder as to what was at stake. Her young girlfriend was going to be doing this; there was to be no backing out.
*****
With her eight cameras loaded with film, Brenda was now taking control in her studio, first ensuring that a plastic sheet was present beneath the covers, covering the bed where the three models were scheduled to perform. It was there. Then she went over to her assistant, Paula, and asked her to make a few adjustments to the flimsy garments Misty and Destiny were almost wearing.
Finally, she approached the slightly nervous Clare, who was dressed simply in a yellow T-shirt and matching cotton bikini knickers. In Clare's hand, there was a sheet of paper with a very loose script on it. That was a first for her, as normally she would just improvise under Brenda's guidance.
Brenda whispered, “Don’t be nervous, my dear. You know I've recorded all your photoshoots, and this is your forty-seventh, so it's not new to you!
She was partially teasing her young girlfriend, knowing, like forty-six times before, that her natural multicoloured hair, brown eyes, and athletic body would be perfectly captured by the camera lens. However, there was one particular thing she was preparing Clare for, and that was what was in the script.
“Do we need this?” Clare was holding up the mentioned script; it only had a few scribbled notes written on it.
“Have you read it?”
Clare's eyes scanned the three paragraphs and stopped… She stared at Brenda.
“Is everything okay, my dear?”
“It says that Misty and Destiny will be pissing on me!”
“Does it?” Brenda questioned, trying to sound surprised but failing.
“You know it does, Brenda… It’s in your handwriting!”
“Well, it must be right then, and as I said, my dear, it's not like you haven’t done this before!”
They both knew Brenda was hinting about that old lover of Clare’s.
Clare had previously agreed to only pee on other models, but it appears that Brenda now also wanted it the other way around.
“And, Clare, if you do this, I promise to let you use my car until Christmas, even if you do not fulfil your final punishment.”
Brenda was talking about Clare’s up-and-coming “date” with touchy-feely Helen. She was a woman who Clare was not at all attracted to, but under Brenda’s rules, for one night only, she would have to do everything Helen requested. But there were three provisos: that nothing would be dangerous, illegal, or painful.
Clare questionably looked at Brenda. She knew that continued use of the car would be handy, not only to see David but also to see her femme girlfriend, Karen.
Did it really matter?' she thought.
But she needed to clarify something first. So she asked, “Is David going to know about this or what happened in my past?”
“You know I won’t tell him, Clare, as I think he is good for you—except when you steal my car!”
What Clare didn’t know was that Brenda had already ordered a bright purple Mini to replace the blue model and that she was going to give the older car to her for Christmas—but only if she accepted and, more importantly, fulfilled her three punishments.
After agreeing, Clare read the script once again. It involved kissing the two ladies and allowing them to seduce her. Then, after some improvised lesbian sex poses, Misty and Destiny were supposed to urinate over her. The final scene notes had Clare pissing in the air like a fountain while the older two ladies drank from the golden shower, though as she read it, she couldn’t help questioning whether that was even possible.
She was also relieved that the situation wasn't reversed. Yet, she felt a tingle in her pussy and realised that she was becoming aroused at the thought of what she was just about to do.
“Right, girls, have you all read your scripts?” Brenda asked.
They all confirmed that they had, though Brenda reiterated what was written on them and reminded everyone of the need to follow the instructions. She also went on to explain that while she was taking the principal photographs, there were also two remote cameras that Paula would trigger during the actual pissing scenes.
As Brenda spoke, Clare took in the other two models, who were both over ten years older than her.
There was Misty, who had long, dark brown hair and matching eyes. She was quite a bit shorter than her and had a bigger build all around, though Clare’s eyes were drawn to her tits, as they looked huge and yet firm. Yes, Misty could be best described as a voluptuous lady.
Destiny was very different, as she had long, dark blonde hair and was roughly Clare’s height. However, her breasts were smaller than Clare’s, and her legs were not as long or toned as hers.
With some apprehension, Clare climbed onto the bed, the studio lights now surrounding her.
“Right, my dear, you know the procedure.”
With those words, Brenda picked up her first camera, and Clare looked into its lens. As the others watched, a flash filled the studio as the first warm-up photo was taken.
For the next couple of minutes, Brenda barked out her instructions as Clare went through several routine poses, not taking anything off but ending on her back, legs spread wide, and her hand down the front of her knickers as she pretended to masturbate.
“Right, ladies, it's time for Misty and Destiny to join the party,” Brenda instructed, and the two older models took their positions on either side of Clare. The ladies were wearing only lingerie, the dark-haired woman a red set of stockings and suspenders, the blonde a white set.
As the camera clicked away, Brenda was in her element.
Clare enjoyed the touch of the two older women, even if the uneasiness in her stomach grew with every camera click. However, Clare knew modelling for Brenda was not about having sex on camera; every shot was staged, and each pose was held until you heard the click of the camera and saw the flash of the studio lights.
“That’s it, Misty, put your hand down the front of Clare’s knickers; make it look like you are fingering her. Destiny, slide your hands up Clare’s T-shirt and hold her breasts. That is it!”
FLASH.
However, it was also true to say that modelling with other ladies did arouse Clare. It was so different from her first photoshoot. Then she had been a nervous wreck, but now in front of a camera, she exuded nothing but confidence.
“Pull Clare’s T-shirt up, kiss Clare. Misty, suck her nipple. That’s fucking good; hold.”
FLASH.
With continued instructions from Brenda, the session carried on, and the three models finally became completely naked. The first big scene approached.
“That is it, Clare, get your tongue into that fucking hairy muff.”
FLASH.
“That's it, Destiny, get your legs a bit wider.”
"Hurry up, Brenda; my bladder is bursting!” Misty exclaimed.
“So is mine,” Destiny concurred.
“All in good time, ladies; now hold that fucking pose.”
FLASH
Clare knew her older girlfriend was getting excited as the time approached.
“Squat a little lower, Destiny. Look into the camera, Misty.”
FLASH.
It was another five minutes of posing in front of the camera before the magic words came from Brenda. “Alright, ladies, it's time for the first big scene. Clare, please assume your natural position."
Clare couldn’t help but inwardly smile, knowing her natural position was Brenda’s way of telling her to get on her back with her legs open. She also knew this was the point of no return. As she lay there, she could almost hear the numbers counting down… ten… nine…
“Destiny I want you between her legs, your tongue in her bald cunt; you need to be licking her. Misty squatted above Clare, her pussy facing towards the camera. That’s it.”
Eight… seven… six…
“Squat a little lower, Misty.”
Five… four…
“Look at the camera, Misty… That’s fucking perfect.”
Three… two…
“Clare, keep your eyes open. That’s fucking better.”
Clare thought, that’s easier said than done, as her mind slipped into the beginning of a temporary daze, knowing exactly what was about to happen… her punishment.
One…
“Remember, there will be multiple camera flashes, ladies… Time to piss, Misty.”
ZERO…
Clare kept her eyes wide open, not just for the camera but also for her punishment as she watched the warm flow of urine splash all over her naked body. As it did so, Brenda kept barking instructions, telling Misty where to direct the flow and Destiny to keep licking “to probe that fucking cunt,” even though she was now being splashed by the piss.
As for Clare, her thoughts were flashing through her mind as quickly as the camera lights were flashing in the studio. Initially, she realised that the warm flow was hitting her tits and then her stomach as it cascaded from the dark curls above her face.
Then Clare felt an equally warm throbbing in her pussy as Destiny’s tongue started to flick her clit just as if she was giving real oral sex to her. She sensed that Brenda had told her to do just that when the time came, as shivers of naughty euphoria briefly etched onto Clare's beautiful face.
Clare’s final thought was of David and that the experience was better than she remembered. But it was now captured on film, and therefore, one day, he might see it!
As the flow stopped, the last dribbles landed on Clare’s face, the camera stopped clicking, and Clare could once again hear Brenda’s voice.
“Ladies, it's time to revise your positions. Clare, my dear, spin around ninety degrees, but be careful not to spill anything, as we don't want you drying out… Be quick now.”
They all followed the instructions. Clare was now lying with her right-hand side facing Brenda, Misty between her legs and with her tongue where Destiny’s was only a few minutes ago. Paula put a pillow under Clare’s head to lift her.
“Clare, remember you are in ecstasy. So let's see lustful raptures across your face as Destiny pisses on you and Misty tongues your clit. It is all in the script.”
Clare didn’t say anything, but she got a distinct feeling that Brenda had briefed these models to go further than simulated sex. Despite having completed forty-six photoshoots and her encouraging her to do it, having real sex on camera was something she had only done once before. That was when Clare took her femme girlfriend's virginity.
Destiny was now standing above Clare; her bush of blonde pubic hair was now directly facing her.
But it was Misty who had Clare’s attention. She was already lapping away, her tongue sending pleasurable and enticing signals to Clare's brain, which was telling her that she wanted this, to receive real oral sex on camera. Like Destiny had just done before with her.
This was not improvising like in previous photoshoots. This was real oral sex, but Clare suddenly felt bewitched. She needed to feel these intoxicating sensations.
As Clare lay there, she realised that Brenda knew her too well.
“I need to piss,” Destiny once again cried out.
Clare thought—so do I—though her body was now responding to Misty's tongue.
“Just a little longer, Destiny, as I need to take a few warm-up shots.”
FLASH.
Brenda walked around the three models, taking photos, deliberately taking her time as Misty gently licked Clare’s clitoris, causing her body to come alive.
FLASH.
Brenda took her final shot and then announced, “Right, girls, when you’re ready, Destiny, get pissing.”
It was almost instant; Destiny just couldn’t hold on as she let her urine flow. The camera once again flashed away, capturing the pee jet as it hit Clare squarely on her chest. Though, Clare's mind was almost in a daze as Misty's tongue continued to send sensual signals from her pussy to her brain.
FLASH.
Then she felt Misty’s finger touch her most intimate place, her arsehole, and Clare’s head went back; that was her thing, anal play.
FLASH.
How did she know?
FLASH.
Brenda must have told Misty, and then Clare realised that they were all in league with one another. Pushing her to go a little further and have sex on camera.
FLASH.
The throbbing in Clare’s pussy suddenly felt stronger, and lust-filled thoughts started to cloud her mind.
FLASH.
Warmth covered Clare’s face and her hair. The urgency of Destiny’s need to piss had caused her to lose control of the warm flow.
FLASH.
Clare’s cunt throbbed. She needed to cum, just not on camera.
FLASH.
With another blissful tremor of sexual energy, Clare opened her eyes wide. Then a gulp of air as Misty pushed a single digit into Clare’s sensitive rear passage. She now wanted to climax. She didn’t care that it was being recorded on camera.
FLASH.
Then, as quickly as it had started, Destiny’s flow reduced to a trickle, the last drips landing on Clare’s belly button. It was all over, Misty’s invading finger now removed, her tongue now gone.
FLASH.
Clare started to breathe evenly once again. She hadn’t orgasmed. But she knew, thanks to Misty’s tongue and finger, that the camera had captured ecstasy written right across her face as Destiny pissed on her. It was exactly what Brenda had been hoping for.
FLASH.
“Bravo. Bravo!” Brenda gushed as the three ladies disengaged themselves—Clare and the bed now covered in urine. She could smell it everywhere.
Brenda took a couple of photos of Clare lying there and then threw her a towel to wipe herself down. “You did well, Clare,” she warmly said, smiling, “just one part of the script to go.”
“That wasn’t in the script, Brenda,” Clare remarked. She was talking about real sex and especially about having a finger pushed up her bum.
“You enjoyed it, and as you will know, a girl has to occasionally improvise.”
Clare, not wanting to say more, just knowingly rolled her eyes.
“Let’s get you in position, my dear, as I guess you are dying for a piss.”
“You could say that, Brenda, and also take a shower.”
A completely naked Clare was to lie on her back, put her legs in the air and then try to find the right position to pee and become a human fountain. As she adopted the position, she found herself wanting to giggle. It was a new experience for her, but it felt fun and very kinky.
“Not too far back, my dear, or you will end up pissing on yourself, and we wouldn’t want that!” Brenda exclaimed with a chuckle; the other three women joined in with the laughter.
In two rather fruity words, Clare expressed her opinion towards the watching ladies and then, with the aid of all those dance lessons, found her position, though she had no idea if this was going to work. Clare’s bottom was partially resting on a cushioned bar that ran across the bed, and her body was now angled at around sixty degrees.
However, it was the last part of what Brenda had asked her to do that made it all very problematic in Clare’s eyes.
Brenda wanted her to pee while her legs were in the air and doing the splits. Clare didn’t even know if it was physically possible, but now she wanted to find out.
With everyone in position, Brenda gave Clare the cue to start peeing.
FLASH.
The weirdness of the situation made Clare want to giggle. Yet, her bladder was...
