This past weekend was quite an intense experience. ML and I both agreed that we were craving some D/s play time, so we decided to turn my three day weekend into a “full submission” weekend. I will admit that the concept of multi-day play was more difficult than I expected – the degree of my submission seemed to wane slightly as the weekend went on, however I do feel that having the kids around the house contributed to this also.

Friday started off pretty much as you’d expect from reading ML’s rules – I spent a few minutes pleasing My Lady’s pussy with my tongue before it was time to get up and get the kids ready for school. My cock was aching in its cage as she softly moaned, obviously in no immediate hurry. She didn’t even demand and orgasm from me… sometimes that’s even more frustrating for me: the fact that she can cum anytime she wants, but sometimes chooses not to (meanwhile, I’m desperate to cum, but have no choice but not to).

When it was time for me to wake up – or, should I say, when My Lady allowed me to get out of bed – I was immediately started on my water-drinking program. ML instructed me to drink two large cups of water with breakfast (quickly reaching half of my minimum quota in only one meal), and to follow that with a cup of coffee. I could already see that she had plans to test the limits of my bladder, and that those limits would be tested very quickly.

I finished my drinks as ML did homeschool work with our daughter. As I sat watching TV, I received a text message from none other than ML:

Go in the bathroom right now and unlock yourself, stroke that big thick cock of mine to three edges. Then come out and drink another cup of water.

I was happy to be unlocked, but I was also extremely frustrated after the three edges. The worst thing, though, was standing in the bathroom and feeling the urge to pee starting to build, yet not being able to relieve myself. By the time I finished my third cup of water, I could feel the need to go getting even stronger.

I snuck at text message to ML, asking if her “subby hubby” could use the rest room, and got the following response:

You can go when I get back.

Before I was able to ask, ML called to me from the other room and said that she was going out to run some errands with our daughter. “How long will you be gone?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” she replied with a wicked smile. I squirmed on the couch just a bit, and she chuckled. She leaned down to give me a kiss, and whispered in my ear, “I want you to edge that cock every fifteen minutes while I’m gone.” Then she reached down and gave my hardening cock a squeeze before she was off and out the door.

It didn’t take me long to go from handing it ok to being somewhat uncomfortable with the need to go pee. The combination of a full bladder and the repeated edging were taking its toll on my ability to manage my “needs.” About 45 minutes after ML left, I got another text from her:

I hope you are still drinking your water. I’d hate to come home and find out you weren’t following my instructions. 🙂

Her command was clear. Her intentions, not so much. Did she want me to have to piss in my pants? To have to sit in it and wait for her to come home so I could clean myself and properly relieve myself? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer, so instead I asked how long it would be until she got back.

I got no response.

So I sat there – slowly progressing towards agony as my bladder screamed for relief, continuing to make the problem worse by drinking more water, and increasing the building pressure with repeated edges… and it was all because it was exactly what My Lady wanted from me. I waited another hour, checking the driveway, waiting for her to come home. I could think of nothing else but when would she get home. I’m sure this is precisely what she wanted me to be thinking.

Just as I was about to give up on holding it in, ML ‘s car pulled into the driveway. I was so happy to see her so I could use the bathroom. Of course, she took her sweet time exiting the car and walking up to the house, pushing me just a little farther. When she came in the house, I begged her to use the restroom. Mercifully, she allowed me to. It was such a relief to be able to pee after needing to go so badly for so long.

A knock on the door broke me out of my “ahhhhhhhh” moment. My Lady called to me through the door. “Three more edges before you come out, darling,” she said, “and plug your ass, as well… if you are a good boy, I might let you take it out before bed.”

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