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I Peed On Someone For Money

I peed on someone for money

“Do you want to come over to my place and pee on a guy?” It was a typical Friday. Some of my friends are Pro-Dommes or, Dominatrices (a plural which makes my inner linguist giggle). With the advent of 50 shades of absolute bullshit, those terms probably don’t need explaining.

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Probably the worst thing to happen for kink’s public image since… no. Ever.
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However, in case you’ve been living under the proverbial rock, they are women who get paid to perform acts of Bondage, Domination, Discipline, Sadism and the like on clients. I occasionally join in on their fun – it’s profitable, and a lot of it falls under the category of “things I would do in my spare play time” anyway. Golden showers aren’t anywhere near the top of the long list of fetishes I enjoy, but it isn’t near the bottom, either. (Ha, bottom… okay I’ll stop.) This is a far cry from all the time I wasted in middle school, waiting to be the last girl in the bathroom so no one would hear me pee.

The first time I got paid to piss on someone for money was also the first time I had ever gotten paid to do kinky things to another human being. I was nineteen, and so nervous that I wouldn’t have enough “fuel,” I didn’t pee all day, including a commute from Orange County to LA.

I need to pee GIF

ALL. FUCKING. DAY.
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After playing 15 minutes of the downtown LA “drive around the same block of one-way streets hoping someone will leave” game, I found a spot, retied the belt of my flasher coat, and made my way inside.

The dungeon–and before you get an image of a basement with bars and chains, a dungeon is a catch-all term for “a place where kinky things happen”–was a studio on an upper floor of a swanky (doorman included) apartment building.

I checked the apartment number for the tenth time on the way out of the elevator, as knocking on the wrong door would hold slightly higher than the usual level of embarrassment. Luckily I picked the right one, and was admitted with a smile. Some other women were in the foyer changing from street clothes to their “classy FemDom” outfits (why didn’t I think of that), but the pee party was already in full swing.

The pissee was laid out in the center of the floor, vaguely reminiscent of a post-Thanksgiving leftover, wrapped from neck to foot in Saran Wrap.

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  • Chuck

    What else would you do for money?

  • http://SommelierinSneakers.blogspot.com/ SomminSneakers

    Who are you?

  • tifygodess24

    He drank the pee?! I have heard of piss on fetishes but not actually drinking it ! I’m grossed out and fascinated that someone would want to drink domes pee! Seriously! Why?! And girl more power to you , people do more questionable things every single day.

  • naoma

    One of the dumbest things I have read all year. What purpose this?

    • http://SommelierinSneakers.blogspot.com/ SomminSneakers

      Yeah, sorry, she’s not saying anything interesting here.

  • Misenhammer

    I would hands down pee on someone for money. No bared body parts OR pain?? How could I lose??

  • Samantha Escobar

    Hahaha I love this story.

  • Scott

    Hahah, funny :D

  • Crayzcheshire

    Out of complete curiosity- approximately how much $ would one earn by doing this? xo