Hope springs eternal

That title is very funny. You'll understand why soon.

It's also the first request I've had in a very long time. This one is for a special and wonderful woman, who probably knows who she is, but I'm certain has no idea just how amazing she is. (She may think she does... but she's way more amazing than that).

Anyway, here's to four days in a row. Let's raise a toast. (That's funny too. You'll see).

Hope Springs Eternal

Anyone looking at us from a distance will be jealous of you. Sitting here at the head of a table with five beautiful women, giant wine glass swirling with amber liquid, a nice suit and tie; clearly you have money. And the perfume, that cheap nasty smelling perfume that is wafting across the restaurant; I'm sure people assume it's coming from one of the women. Someone trying to be classy who just went too far, who bathed in something they should have spritzed on.

I bet if anyone were to guess who at the table had the cheapest panties on, who had the stockings from the dollar store or the garter belt from the thrift store, none of them would guess right.

Do you think they would guess it was me? Or maybe they'd guess it was Teresa on my right. Or Leslie across from me. Certainly not Melina; with her posh black dress and the size of the diamond on her finger, there's no way she is wearing cheap, second hand, used undergarments. No way she's uncomfortable because the wire of her three dollar used bra is digging into her skin. No, they'd never guess it was her.

Then again, they'd never guess it was you, either. Would they? No one in this restaurant would even suspect that you were wearing panties and a bra, that your stockings and garter belt, that all your undergarments, cost less than a cheap tie at a department store. They'd be looking at you, looking at the quality of your clothing, and they'd never think you were a cheap slut.

Even the waitress had no idea. When she came over, trying not to breathe to avoid that cheap shitty perfume you're wearing, she probably imagined that you were wearing some nice cologne, only she couldn't smell it because one of the whores you were sitting with had gone swimming in cheap perfume that teenage girls wear. She didn't know the truth. She didn't know that you are the whore.

It's actually a good thing you're wearing so much perfume. It does make it hard to breathe, and pretty much guarantees that I won't be able to enjoy my meal. But it covers the smell of what you're drinking. Do you think everyone knows that your glass is filled with my urine?

I wonder how they would react. I wonder how many of them would be disgusted at the filthy pervert eating in their nice clean cut restaurant. How many of them would demand that you be thrown out? How many of them would secretly envy you, even still?

You know, they're probably joking about you having a small dick. That would explain everything. The nice clothes, the pretty girls, the big snifter of wine. Throwing around money like you seem to be doing can only mean that you're compensating for something.

And you are. You do have a tiny little penis, don't you? I had you take that picture with the ruler so that everyone would know just how tiny your cock is. I have it here on my phone. Should I show it to the other customers here? I already showed it to Teresa, Leslie, and Melina. They didn't believe it was real; that's why they're here. They want to see it for themselves. Of course, by the time they get to do that, you will be all done with the wine, won't you? Mine, and all of theirs.

That's part of why I had you put that catheter in. I wanted you to be able to sit here for as long as it takes, and never have to worry about going to the bathroom. That way, when you empty your glass, we can fill it up for you right at the table. No need to call any more attention to you than we already are.

Do you think anyone will notice when we refill your glass? Let's find out. Finish it. Right now. Drink the whole thing down. Every last drop of my sweet piss. That's right. Chug it down, feel the warm saltiness of it on your lips. Let it flow down into you, the urine that came right out of my perfect pussy. You like it, don't you? Oh, such fast drinking. I wonder if anyone will think that's strange. Maybe they'll start paying more attention.

Careful, slut. Don't you dare dribble any of that. I swear, I will make you ask the waitress to piss on your face right in the middle of the room if you lose even one single drop of what I have given to you.

That's a good boy. Swallow it all, then smile for the ladies. Let them see what a delightful walking toilet you are. Good boy.

Now comes the fun part. Hand your glass to Leslie. Oh, she's not getting up. She's just putting the glass below the table, under the table cloth. Do you think anyone is watching? Do you think anyone will notice that she put it under empty, and she's going to bring it back full, probably even with a bit of a head to it? I wonder what color it will be. Is she well hydrated?

She knew this was coming, you know. She probably ate or drank something to give it a specific taste. I guess we'll find out soon if she likes you or not.

The waitress is going to be coming by to check on us soon. Do you think she'll be back before you get your new glass? Do you think she'll notice the smell this time? Maybe she'll figure out what's going on. Maybe she'll know.

Then again, maybe she already knows. After all, there's no way she could possibly be that stupid, is there? She never asked you for a drink order. She never seemed surprised that you had a full glass, and she never offered you a refill. Maybe it's because she knows.

I guess we'll see. Once you've finished your fourth glass, once everyone at the table has seen you eagerly gulp down their piss, maybe then she'll offer you a refill. Do you think she'll refill it here, or will she take it to the bathroom?

So many questions. Is she one of my friends? Is that why I picked this place? Does she smell the piss? Does she know how teeny your little cock is? That might be why she never really flirted with you. Maybe she knows that it's too small to ever please a woman, and so she doesn't even bother.

Who knows?

Well, I do. And once you finish your four glasses of wine, maybe you'll find out too. For now, let's just hope no one notices Leslie handing it back to you. Let's hope no one pays attention to you, you piss drinking, tiny dick, panty wearing slut.

Hope.