(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar04.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tillie LeBon</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Taxi home and then Mistress' apartment.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mistress, Sophie, Marc, Marena & Valeri.<br/><hr/>I watched the author of my downfall get his reward. It was quite revolting and I was so glad I had managed to please Mistress up to that point. I would have hated that to be me.<br/><br/>As the pain and pleasure subsided, a new need became apparent to me. One I was anticipating from all the water I'd drunk. I pulled on my new nipple rings. It hurt like fuck, but I knew better than to complain or cry out. I was already in trouble for cuming without permission, the fact that I hadn't been able to help it, the pain from the piercings had overwhelmed me was neither here nor there. I knew the rules and I had broken them.<br/><br/>I flinched though as Mistress pressed firmly on my bladder and ordered another four litres of water.<em>Oh no, oh no!</em>This was not going to be good. Her heel on my clit felt agonisingly fantastic, and I tried not to squirm in pleasure and pain. I nodded my understanding and opened my mouth and Valeri began tipping the water in. At least she was kind about it, tipping slowly and giving me a chance to swallow, not filling my mouth to the brim and half drowning me.<br/><br/>I groaned as I swallowed the last drop. I could feel it sloshing inside me as I staggered on my knees after mistress. Her bedroom was amazing, and I  felt a surge of unanticipated joy. I hoped she would permit me to sleep on the floor in here. The carpet was as thick as any mattress I had slept on previously. As for the bathroom... Wow!<br/><br/>The Toulouse Rugby Team (http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/10/11/article-0-06C8E7D4000005DC-85_468x312.jpg) would have been at home there, scrubbing down after a match! I stood as instructed and bent over the tub in the middle of the room, my tummy pressing down on the one edge and my breasts on the other. Had she measured this? I don't remember ever being so uncomfortable. I pulled my buttocks apart as instructed, giving mistress an unimpeded view of everything I had to offer her. Including the twitching hole with a tiny little drop of pale yellow trying to escape from it.<br/><br/>The pain and pleasure of the blows made me whimper. God how I loved being beaten. This was so very,very good, and it was all I could do not to climax again without her permission. The only way I managed was by concentrating on the very real and very different pain in my belly where my over full bladder was threatening to burst, and concentrating on not peing and not letting all that water come back up.<br/><br/>The invasion of my newly flogged behind startled me and made me squeak, but only because I couldn't see what Mistress was doing. The plug going in felt good,though, cool and smooth. I willingly opened for it and clenched around it, holding it in place. Then I heard Mistress leave. I didn't dare move. I did risk raising my head to glance in one of the many mirrors, to catch a glimpse of the pretty thing sticking out of my arse. I blushed in pleasure. Mistress might be disappointed in me for climaxing, but I was still clearly her favourite, because she gave me such beautiful things to wear!<br/><br/>I heard Mistress returning and dropped my head down again. But Mistress raised it again and looked at me. I smiled at her and blinked, making puppy eyes. She caressed my hair and I sighed in pleasure. I trotted over to the sink on my knees, stood, pickedup the water bottle in my mouth, knelt again and wobbled unsteadily back.<br/><br/>Another litre of water... I knew I couldn't refuse, but... I  was already bursting. The running water of the shower made things worse. I barely noticed how beautiful Mistress was naked. I  cleaned myself off, but then to my disgrace, I simply couldn't hold any more. The water came flooding out of me in a golden stream. I sat down, trying to hide it, but it just flowed out from under me towards the drain hole. Thank goodness Mistress was out of the room. Maybe I could get rid of enough to be comfortable holding the rest in? I lifted myself out of the puddle i was sitting in.Thankfully it was very pale and barely smelled of anything. I pushed, keeping that precious plug in my backside, but forcing as much water as I could out of my bladder. And then I heard her coming back. I tried to stop the flow and couldn't... Oh NO! She would see me peeing. And probably make me drink more to replace it!<br/><br/>All I could do was kneel there, shamefaced, with my face to the floor and my hands held out in a cross shape from my sides, in a posture of total and utter humility and servitude.