The following extract is taken from a new novel by Susan Strict
"Hairy Peter & The Secret Chamberpot" - an erotic Femdom parody.
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"Watersport," Professor Drencham said at last, "Is, as Professor Twist just told you, used primarily to punish and humiliate a male. It may hold some excitement for the dominant female purely because of the humiliation that the male suffers, but as there is no physical contact there is no stimulation for the dominant other than the mental stimulation of knowing how unpleasant most men find it."
Drusilla Drencham gulped and then shuddered. She recovered quickly.
"It was once believed that to be humiliated in this way by a dominant female, and preferably by numerous dominant females, would make the male more submissive and more easily controlled. It was therefore used frequently on males who believed that their position was on top, and for several hundred years a device like the one you see in front of you was kept in every town and village, sometimes several of them. Any errant man would be restrained inside for a period decided by the local Council or, simply, until he agreed to amend his ways. It was said to be very effective."
"Explain the device, please," said Professor Twist.
"The apparatus you see here is very simple," Professor Drencham continued. "The man, usually naked, is restrained inside the box. His arms and legs are attached to the sides of the box by straps so that he cannot free himself. The box is then closed. The top part of the box over his head is hinged separately and is still open at this point. His head is actually in a different compartment to his body, and shutting the top part of the box closes a padded ring around his neck to divide it from the rest of the box. You will see that the top of the upper compartment is partially open, and has a seat that is no different from a toilet seat. That's just what it is. Once enclosed in the box, the women sit on the seat and urinate. It goes all over his face."
"The drain plug, Professor Drencham," prompted Professor Twist.
"There is a drain plug at the side of the upper compartment," explained Professor Drencham. "It may be connected to a hose to take away the urine."
"And if the plug is not removed?" said Professor Twist.
"Really, Professor!"
"Tell them," insisted Professor Twist. "They need to know. It's part of our history."
"In extreme cases," said Professor Drencham, "The drain plug was left in place so that the upper compartment began to fill. There are reports of this being used as a method of execution, but I think this was rare and probably much exaggerated. More commonly it was left in to frighten the man. As the compartment began to fill, he began to panic. He would quite probably have agreed to anything. There are also stories of the man being given a small tube through which to breathe, and being left in there for a considerable period. You must remember that this is from a very long time ago, and much of what was written may be more myth than truth."
"Maybe," said Professor Twist. "Personally I believe it. You have to remember that it was not very long ago that the world was far more brutal and extreme than it is today. There were fewer so-called liberals at the Ministry a hundred years ago. Please now explain, Professor, why it may be useful in our Defence Against Dirty Deeds course for the students to know more about this."
There was silence.
"Professor?"
"I don't know," admitted Drusilla Drencham eventually.
There was a snigger from Malcum Plokkoy and from some of the other Smotherin students.
"We'll have none of that," said Professor Twist sternly, raising her spell crop in Malcum Plokkoy's direction. "I shall explain. It is not complicated. There are people who still believe that watersport is an acceptable activity. There are people who believe that men may do it to women, which is a concept that has never been acceptable in the mainstream of our society from before the time of the Mistress of Mooning. There may even be people who still make and use apparatus such as you see before you, imprisoning men or women for their own perverse pleasure derived solely from urinating on their prisoner. In this lecture you, the young women among you at least, will learn how to defend yourselves against such an attack and to prevent the act of urinating from taking place."
"Why the young women?" asked Peter. "It seems to me that it's more likely to be men who are at risk."
"I've warned you about talking out of turn," said Professor Twist ominously. "But as it happens, it's a good question. The answer is simple. The incantation which, by the way, is not easy to cast when your arms and legs are strapped to the inside of a box such as you see in front of you, is
urethra constrictum. Not hard to remember, because it does exactly as the words suggest: it constricts the urethra and cuts off the flow of urine. It is also somewhat uncomfortable for whoever is on the receiving end of it, particularly if the flow has already started. However, as will be obvious to any of you who have the remotest concept of anatomy, the urethra of the male protrudes from the body whereas the female's does not. To make the incantation work on a female is rare and nearly impossible. It may be done, perhaps, by an experienced wizard or witch, but this really is a case of experience and knowledge, not of pure magical force. I should also mention that the incantation will only work over a very short distance, so if any of you had any idea of using it as a practical joke to inconvenience someone using a toilet, then forget it. Nothing will happen. You need to be within three or four feet at the most. It is an incantation for this particular purpose and for nothing else."
"Great," said Peter. "So women can piss on us and there's nothing we can do to stop them."
"That's the way of the world, mate," agreed Don. "They always do."
"We'll have a volunteer to go into the box first," said Professor Twist.
Peter breathed a sigh of relief. He has been sure that it would be he who Professor Twist selected, as a punishment for interrupting her.
"A young lady, please," said the professor.
No one moved.
"I'll have to nominate someone if none of you volunteer," the professor warned.
There was still no movement.
"Miss Grimwaite."
"Yes?" Herniame looked up from the book on her desk.
"Are you with us, Miss Grimwaite, or are you involved in more important matters?" asked Professor Twist sarcastically.
"I was taking notes, Professor," said Herniame.
"Really?" It was clear that Professor Twist did not believe her. "Well, Miss Grimwaite, if you would be kind enough to stop taking notes we would all be very grateful. Please come here. You are our first volunteer."
"All right," said Herniame, much to everyone's surprise.
"You don't seem to mind, Miss Grimwaite?"
"Not really," Herniame told the professor. "I don't mind lying in the box for a while."
"You have been listening to what I have been saying, Miss Grimwaite?" asked Professor Twist.
"Of course, Professor," Herniame assured her. "I've written down everything you said."
"And you, Miss Grimwaite, don't have any objection to someone urinating on you? It is, perhaps, one of your particular fetishes?"
"Oh no," Herniame shook her head. "I don't think I would like that at all, but it's not going to happen, is it Professor? You told us the incantation to stop it happening, and I know you're right because it agrees with the one in
Watersports for Beginners I found in the university library. I wondered if we were ever going to cover it in our curriculum."
"You are very confident of your ability to work the incantation, Miss Grimwaite?"
"It doesn't sound complicated."
"Very well. We shall see. Remove your robes and lie in the box, please. Professor Drencham will ensure you are secured correctly."
"Why?" asked Herniame. "Why do I have to remove my robes?"
"You don't want them to get wet," pointed out Professor Twist.
"They won't," Herniame assured her confidently. "I'll make the incantation work and even if I don't, the compartments are separate. My robes won't get wet."
"There may be leakage between one compartment and the other," Professor Twist told her. "But that is not the point. As I'm sure you know, Miss Grimwaite, it's far more difficult to remain calm enough to apply an incantation properly when you are naked and restrained than when you are wearing clothes normally. That is what we shall demonstrate, and that is what you will be practising. Take them off, Miss Grimwaite."
"No problem," said Herniame, dropping her robes with one quick flick of the fastenings and a rapid twist of her body. She turned her back on the watching students.
"Right," said Professor Twist as Herniame lay down in the box and Drusilla Drencham was attaching the straps that held her arms and legs securely to the sides. "Who wants to urinate on Miss Grimwaite?"
"I'd piss all over her," said Malcum Plokkoy under his breath. Violet Shaw and Germaine Garr, sitting either side of him as usual, both sniggered. Unfortunately he said it too loudly to avoid Professor Twist hearing it.
"Excellent, Mr Plokkoy," she said loudly. "Come here, please. I believe Miss Grimwaite is ready for you."
Professor Drencham had closed the lower part of the box, covering Herniame's naked body. All that was visible was her head in the upper compartment, a thick padded seal around her neck that served partly to prevent her moving her head and partly to minimise the amount of liquid that could seep into the lower compartment even if the drain plug were not removed and the top of the box began to fill. Under Herniame's head was a cushioned headrest, shaped to allow the back of her head to fit into it and also to help prevent any movement. The professor lowered the seat, no more than nine inches from Herniame's face and positioned so that any female sitting on it and urinating would be sending the flow in approximately the direction of Herniame's mouth.
"You'll have to lift the seat again," Professor Twist pointed out to Drusilla Drencham. "I don't think Mr Plokkoy usually sits down when he wants to urinate!"
There was laughter from the students, but it was nervous, uncertain laughter. Few of them were at all comfortable with this particular subject.
"Carry on, Mr Plokkoy," instructed Professor Twist.
Malcum looked down at Herniame, an evil smirk on his face. She stared up defiantly.
"You deserve this," he whispered as he pulled up his robes, taking great care this time that Professor Twist could not hear him.
Herniame laughed. "Look at that," she said. "It's hardly worth pissing out of. It certainly wouldn't be worth a
fuck."
"Shut your mouth, broodpod," said Malcum, "Or I'll piss right in it."
There was no doubt that the professor heard the comment, but she did not react. A few seconds later Herniame had called "
urethra constrictum" clearly enough for the whole room to hear, and Malcum Plokkoy was clutching his groin and yelling in pain. Herniame's laughter was audible even over Malcum's shouts.
"Well done, Miss Grainger," Professor Twist congratulated her. "If that's really your first attempt then I'm impressed. Are you sure you have never done this before?"
She did not see Wong Wei twisting uncomfortably on her seat at the back of the lecture chamber. Herniame was blushing bright pink.
"Mr Plokkoy," continued Professor Twist. "The effects of the incantation will wear off in about ten minutes, and then you will find you are able to urinate without a problem. In fact, Mr Plokkoy, as you had clearly tried to start when the incantation hit you, you will undoubtedly find that for several minutes you will be unable to stop yourself urinating. It may be a little uncomfortable. I strongly suggest you go straight to the toilets and remain there for the moment."
Malcum Plokkoy left, still clutching his groin and moaning.
"Well, Miss Grimwaite?" said the professor. "Shall we see if you can work the incantation as effectively on one of the young ladies? It's far more difficult to do, and not only because of the differences in anatomy. It will be much darker in that box when she sits down, and far more difficult to pinpoint the target you are trying to hit with the incantation."
"I'd rather not," said Herniame. "I think I've proved I can do it, and I don't think too many of them are going to volunteer after seeing what it did to Malcum. Apart from anything else, after all this talk of peeing I really want to go!"
Professor Twist agreed. "Perhaps I should find you a 'victim' and reverse the roles, Miss Grimwaite?"
"If you like," agreed Herniame as she was released from the box and slipped her robes on again. "Who did you have in mind? I'm sure that none of them will be able to work the incantation on me."
Peter had been watching intently, and after he had seen the effect of Herniame's defensive incantation on Malcum Plokkoy he had been sure that Professor Twist would have called on him next as his punishment. He was relieved to see her and Professor Drencham releasing Herniame from the box.
"Ladies," Professor Twist addressed the students, " You have seen how to defend yourselves if you should ever have the misfortune to be in this situation. It is an effective incantation. Miss Grimwaite made it look easy from inside the box, but it is far easier to use in the more probable day-to-day situations in which you may find yourselves. Remember, you will not do him any harm by using this. You will merely stop it happening, and cause him such severe discomfort and inconvenience that he will think twice before ever attempting it again."
"Professor," whispered Herniame urgently. "Please hurry up. I need to go."
"Gentlemen," continued the professor after a quick glance of reassurance in Herniame's direction. "You have been warned. You may all leave, with the exception of Mr Petter who, as I said earlier, has a little punishment coming his way. Ladies, I require all of you to assist me."
The men left. "Good luck, mate," Don said as he went.
"I'm all right," said Peter, much more confidently that he felt.
"You do know what your punishment is going to be, don't you Mr Petter," enquired Professor Twist.
"You think you're going to put me in that box and piss on me," said Peter. "Well you're not. I won't let you."
"Let's ask the ladies," said Professor Twist, ignoring Herniame's repeated entreaty to hurry up. "Ladies, if there are any of you who would prefer
not to urinate on Mr Petter while he tries to use the
urethra constrictum incantation on you, then you may leave now."
Surprisingly, perhaps, for a group who had seemed to be expressing distaste for this particular subject, not one of the girls left the room.
"You see, Mr Petter?" Professor Twist told him, "They all seem so keen to assist with your little punishment. It would be such a pity to disappoint them. Ladies, if you would put him into the box, please. Naked, of course."
The sudden rush of female hands and bodies overwhelmed Peter. Before he was able to think of an incantation that would send them reeling back away from him, his robes were pulled from him and he was carried naked to the box. Holding him firmly as he struggled, they attached the straps that held him securely. He glared at them angrily.
"I think, Mr Petter," said Professor Twist, "We shall leave the lower part of the box open. Your clump of green hair just to the right of your genitals shaped exactly like a peacock is an interesting curiosity. It will give the ladies something to examine while they await their turn, even if most of them have seen it previously? Also, Mr Petter, despite your protests I think we can all see just how aroused this is making you. That too, may provide a little amusement for a while. Professor Drencham, I shall leave you to supervise. Please make sure he cleans himself thoroughly in the bathroom at the back of your lecture chamber when you have all finished with him. There is no rush. I trust you will all make quite sure this is an experience that he will not forget."
Professor Twist left the lecture chamber. Without waiting for Professor Drencham's approval, Herniame rushed to the seat at the top of the box in which Peter lay restrained, lifted her robes and sat down. Peter voice came from below her.
"Don't you dare, Herniame. I'll use that incantation on you."
"I don't think you'll make it work," said Herniame confidently. "And I
have to go."
"
Urethra constrictum," said Peter loudly as the first drips fell towards him. "
Urethra constrictum. Urethra constrictum. Urethra constrictum."
Peter tried all sorts of intonations and focused every bit of energy he had into making the incantation work, but nothing stemmed the flow that now gushed from Herniame over his face and splashed onto his neck, in his eyes, into his ears, up his nose and into his mouth as again and again he opened it to try a new slant to the incantation. Herniame finished, stood up and left without looking down at him. Immediately, one of the other girls took her place.
Peter moaned, groaned, shouted, threatened, tried other incantations that really ought to have done something but for some reason in his present position failed to have any effect at all. He put all the magical force he possessed into everything he directed at the young women above him. Nothing worked. The only incantation that appeared to produce any results was
orgasmas, which he tried when the large, solid form of Violet Shaw was obscuring his view of the ceiling high above him and as her particularly unpleasant and forceful gush of urine was hitting him hard in the face. The gush stopped. Violet squealed, clamping her thighs together and blocking out the light for Peter completely. She shuddered, squealed again with a noise that was not unlike a pig in pain, and then flung her legs wide apart. Tiny jets of fluid hit Peter with a force that stung his face, and then the gush of urine resumed as though nothing had interrupted it.
"Professor Drencham!" Peter called urgently in the few seconds he had as Violet Shaw stood up and before the next girl, Anita Hancock, sat down. "The drain plug has been left in!"
Professor Drencham's face appeared above him
"The drain plug has been left in," said Peter urgently. "I'll drown!"
"You won't drown," Professor Drencham promised him. "I'll be watching. Professor Twist said this was to be a punishment and, as you will be realising by now, it is far from being a pleasant experience. Can you imagine, Mr Petter, how it would have felt to be restrained in one of these boxes for days while every witch in the town urinated on you every time she wanted to go? They would queue, Mr Petter. A solid line of witches day and night, and all with a full bladder and so desperate to urinate by the time they arrived at the front of the queue it was a powerful stream indeed that would gush down onto his face. It was days, Mr Petter, perhaps many days, and perhaps hundreds of witches. Think yourself lucky, Mr Petter, that all you will experience here is a few young ladies who, mostly, are neither desperate to go nor have particularly full bladders."
"I'm desperate to go," announced Anita Hancock, trying to push the professor out of the way. "And the more you talk about it, the more I want to go!"
Peter groaned again.
Finally, all the students had left. Professor Drencham's face appeared above Peter once more.
"Take out the drain plug then let me out!" demanded Peter.
"That was quite close, wasn't it?" said the professor. "I think it would have only taken another one of them and it would be covering your face completely."
Peter could hardly hear her. He was, as she had said, almost submerged. The level had risen above his ears some while ago, and the slightest movement of the box when the last few girls had sat down or stood up was enough to send ripples of the foul liquid into his mouth and nose.
"Hold your breath," the Professor Drencham advised him. "We'll finish this properly, and then I'll let you go."
To Peter's dismay, Professor Drencham lifted her robes and sat heavily on the seat above him. She began to urinate, a gentle trickle at first, increasing steadily in volume and force until it was nothing less than a gushing torrent that went on and on and on. As she urinated, her fingers pressed into her, making little circles, rubbing, pressing, arousing, although there was no doubt in Peter's mind that she was already highly aroused.
Professor Drencham's scream and shudder of climax shook the box. Waves slapped against the sides, but it made little difference to Peter. He was already completely submerged. His eyes were tightly shut, and he was concentrating desperately on holding his breath. On any other occasion it might have surprised him to find out that Drusilla Drencham could orgasm at the same time as she was urinating, but right at that moment he had more important matters on his mind.
The level of liquid fell and went on falling. Peter knew that the professor had removed the drain plug, and now he waited patiently, his eyes still closed, for her to release him from the box.
"I hope you have learned something from this," she told him as she bent over to undo the fastenings. "Next time we'll see if we can make it a little more exciting..."
"Hairy Peter & The Secret Chamberpot"
