I’m obsessed with piss, finding it hot and liberating, despite society’s view. My kink began after running away, during an unhealthy relationship with an older man. He sexually exploited me, once urinating in my mouth and on my body during oral sex. This shocking, humiliating experience, surprisingly, also intensely aroused me. Now, degradation is a sexual trigger, and I embrace piss play, transforming past trauma into pleasure and self-discovery.
If you’ve scrolled through my profiles and gallery, you’ve probably figured out by now that piss is a massive turn-on for me. Today, I wanna spill the tea on how I got into it and even show you some pics and videos of me playing with piss myself. This isn’t just about shock value; it’s about exploring a part of myself that’s deeply rooted in my past and has shaped who I am.
Most “normal” people out there see piss as gross, dirty, and something to be hidden. They’re completely missing out on how freaking hot and liberating it can be. For them, it’s just body waste, something you secretly flush down the toilet without a second thought. But isn’t breaking those societal norms one of the hottest things ever? Kink often thrives on taboo, on pushing boundaries and not being the perfect, pristine kid your mom expects you to be. There’s a thrill in defying what’s considered “acceptable,” in embracing the parts of yourself that others might judge. It’s about owning your desires, even the unconventional ones, and finding beauty and pleasure in them.
For me, piss isn’t just a waste product; it’s an intimate part of the human body, a warm, primal liquid that can be both vulnerable and powerful. There’s a raw, animalistic connection to it. It’s something everyone produces, yet it’s so heavily policed and hidden. That secrecy, that shame, that’s where the power lies for me. It’s a testament to the fact that pleasure can be found in the most unexpected places, especially when you dare to look beyond society’s rigid rules.
A Golden Shower and a Harsh Awakening
So, how did this all start for me? You probably know I had a pretty rough time growing up. I ran away from home, or rather, the group home I was in. I was young, vulnerable, and totally adrift. And yeah, it was during that period that I first experienced piss in a sexual context. I had a bit of an unhealthy thing going on with an older guy who gave me a place to stay. It sounds like a lifeline, right? And it was, in a way. He gave me a roof over my head, food to eat, a semblance of stability when I had nothing. But he definitely had his expectations of me – sexual expectations that I, in my desperation, felt compelled to meet.
One time, we were in the shower together, getting all hot and bothered, and I was giving him head. He was digging the feel of the warm water, and I was, well, “enjoying” his dick. Everything felt normal, as normal as it could be in that situation. Then, without warning, he cut the water off. The sudden silence was jarring. And then he blurted out, with a surprising sharpness, “Get my dick out of your mouth!“
I was totally thrown off. My heart pounded. Did I mess up? Did I do something wrong? My mind raced, trying to figure out what I’d done. And as I knelt there, my mouth still slightly open, ready to take him back in, his dick just swinging in front of my face, it happened: a full load of piss, right into my mouth, all over my face and body.
Shame, Arousal, and the Seeds of Kink
At first, I was in pure shock. My mind just couldn’t process what had just happened. But then, an emotional bomb of shame exploded inside me. It was disgusting, and I felt genuinely dirty, filthy, and completely at his mercy. The hot, metallic taste in my mouth, the stream running down my face and chest – it was overwhelming. This feeling of degradation only got worse because he kept verbally humiliating me. He called me a “little pig,” a “piss lover,” a “boy who needs to suck dicks.” He told me his piss was a “reward,” that I should be grateful to get it. He painted me as some kind of inherently dirty creature, destined to serve.
A huge battle started raging inside me. Every fiber of my being screamed to stand up, to tell him he was a massive asshole, and just leave. But the cold, hard truth was, I had nowhere to go. He had taken me in, given me a bed and food. I was grateful for that… But was this really how I was supposed to show my gratitude? Was this the price of shelter?
I felt truly humiliated, my self-worth crumbling. But then, something even more confusing happened. Amidst all that degradation, I got a rock-hard boner. I was completely baffled. I don’t think I’d ever been so hard before in my life. It was a complete paradox: my mind was screaming in disgust and shame, while my body was responding with intense arousal.
Of course, he saw it. And he used it to his advantage, his voice dripping with condescension. “Oh, the little pig is getting hard. Looks like this boy needs it and is a born piece of dirt meant to serve others. Now I’ve marked you… You’re MY little pig now! And now keep sucking, maybe you’ll even get my cum as a reward.”
To be honest, I still get hard thinking about that situation, even now. It was a traumatic experience, no doubt, but it also awakened something deep inside me. It was the moment I realized that degradation is definitely a sexual trigger for me. It’s a complex, messy truth, but it’s mine.
And yeah, from that point on, I started playing with piss myself. It was tentative at first, secretive. But very soon, I even started secretly drinking my own piss. At first, it was super acidic, a shocking taste. But you get used to it quickly, and yeah, somehow it’s hot to enjoy that “waste product.” It’s a primal act, a way to fully embrace that feeling of self-abasement, of being a “dirty” boy. It’s a form of control, too – taking something that was forced upon me and reclaiming it, making it my own source of pleasure.
When I have piss play with someone else now as a sub, the initial disgust is mostly gone. It’s transformed into an almost pure horniness, which, of course, is still intensely fueled by the feelings of shame and degradation. I crave that feeling when the stream hits me; I love the warmth of it, the sensation of being drenched. It’s an incredibly intimate and vulnerable experience. For me, it’s an absolutely hot experience that’s rarely topped in terms of intimacy and devotion. There’s a raw surrender in allowing someone to piss on you, in opening yourself up to that level of trust and vulnerability. It’s a deep connection, a shared secret.
I still have a bit of trouble with drinking it from others, but I’m working on it. It’s a mental hurdle I’m slowly trying to overcome, pushing my boundaries further. And yeah, I’ve had my share of piss play experiences, both with others and alone, exploring different facets of this kink. But more on that another time.
My Solo Piss Play and Beyond
I still love playing with my own piss alone. It’s a private ritual, a way to connect with that side of myself. I’ve also discovered how incredibly hot it is to piss all over my own clothes. Like, really soak them, and then go out in them. There’s an undeniable thrill in walking around, knowing I’m completely drenched in piss, and no one else knows. It’s a secret defiance, a quiet rebellion against societal norms. That feeling of being “marked,” of carrying that hidden truth, is incredibly arousing. I’ve had some wild experiences with that, too, but I’ll tell you about those another time.
This isn’t just about piss for me; it’s about pushing boundaries, about exploring my deepest desires and vulnerabilities. It’s about taking something that was initially a source of trauma and transforming it into a source of intense pleasure and self-discovery. It’s a journey, and I’m still on it.
I’d love to hear what you guys think about piss. Have you ever explored this side of kink? Or perhaps you’re curious? Drop me a message – I’m always open to talking about it.
