The Portland Trip, Re-Visit

Back when I told this story I mentoined that I had a post from the girl's perspective. Enough of you showed interest so here goes, what it was like to be trinket at that moment...

When you guided me back behind the building, just removed from prying eyes, I was in a flurry of anticipation. God only knew what else you had in that wicked bag of tricks... What would you demand of me now? I could feel the Altoid dripping down my legs, making me really feel every bit the dirty whore. Removing the rope made me feel light and airy, but I knew that you would not stop at that. No, you would take advantage of that opening, and when you told
me to piss, right there in the Chinese Gardens, I knew I had to. I have always avoided squatting to piss, mostly due to the fear of splashing onto my pretty little shoes, and the inevitible little drip that will trickle down my legs afterwards. But you had already soiled me so thoroughly, what with shoving my panties up my cunt and then the Altoid treatment... At this
point getting a bit of piss on myself while exposing my dripping sex to you was the icing on the degradation cake. As I hitched my skirt clear around my waist, being carefull not to fall over as I squatted facing you (for I knew that there was no hiding), I hoped that I would be able to pee on command, that my bladder would obey you as complicitly as my mind, that no one would stop to peer in, that my stream would not be frozen by the shocked mutter of one tourist to another "OMG, there's a girl peeing back there!" I struggled to meet your gaze rather than peer down to make sure I wasn't soiling my skirt or shoes, hoping again that this would show you my devotion and willingness. When you took me by my hair, when you pressed your lips to mine so forcefully, I felt that I really would do anything for you, just for another bit of praise and the kiss that women dream of. Gone but not forgotten was the piss/cum/altoid dripping down my thighs, the thought of gettting caught, and the Portland spring rain. It takes quite a bit to remove me from the rest of the world like that, Sir, and I can only hope that the time you spent with me was equally satisfying for you. Thank you for a lovely aftertoon, and may we meet again at your leisure.