Page 35 of The Shame Game

She grumbled a little, but he could tell she saw the logic in that.

“The second time seemed easier,” he prompted.

“It was,” she said, though she still didn’t look comfortable. “It helps that we have the walk-in shower. If I’d had to pee on puppy pads, or if you’d had to take me outside…”

“It’s below freezing outside,” he pointed out. “I could hardly take you out into the snow with nothing on but booties and kneepads.”

“But if it had been summer…?” she prompted.

“Then you’d have been peeing outside,” he said calmly.

“Thank God for snow,” she muttered.

He laughed and nudged her knee with his. “You’re stalling. Tell me how it made you feel.”

She flushed a little now, remembering, but her voice was strong and her gaze steady. “That’s when I felt the most dehumanized. I mean, we don’t go camping or hiking or any other activity where I might find myself having to pee without a toilet around, so it’s not something I think about. If I have to go, I find a bathroom. It’s neat, it’s clean, it’s civilized.”

She drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “If you’d been different, I don’t think I’d have been able to do it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were so calm,” she remembered. “You just stood there, looking at me. Waiting. You weren’t mad, you weren’t impatient. You weren’t even stern, not really. You knew it was hard for me, and that I was struggling, and I got the feeling you’d sit there as long as it took for me to work through that, even if it took all day.”

“I would have.”

“If you’d yelled or threatened to punish me for moving too slow…yeah, I would’ve used my safeword. It would’ve been too much.”

He reached for her hand, some of the tightness in his chest easing when her fingers twined with his. “I’m glad you didn’t have to.”

“Me too.” She squeezed his fingers. “Anyway, the second time…well, I’d already done it once. And you’d already demonstrated that watching me pee while on my hands and knees hadn’t made you want me any less.”

“Just the opposite, actually.”

That made her pause. “Really?”

“Really.” He tugged at her hand so she slid off the stool to stand between his spread knees. “Watching you let go, knowing the trust and faith you had to have in me to do that? I’ve never wanted you more.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” He leaned forward for a soft kiss, then drew back. “What else?”

“What else what?” she murmured, leaning in to kiss him again, and he huffed out a laugh.

“Behave, woman,” he said, and punctuated the order with a firm smack on her ass. “Talk now, sex later.”

“Fine.” She drew back with a pout, but she was smiling. “Overall, I liked it. Once I got used to it, and comfortable, it felt like just another role play. Except I got to growl and bite you.”

He chuckled at her gleeful expression. “I thought you’d like that. On a scale of one to ten, how humiliating was the experience for you?”

“The whole thing, not just the peeing in the shower?” She pursed her lips. “A four, maybe a five?”

“That’s pretty low.”

“Yeah.” She frowned lightly. “I didn’t find being a puppy humiliating, just some of the things I had todoas a puppy.” She looked like she wanted to say something else, then suddenly stopped, a horrified look on her face.

“What?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

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