I remember this experience very clearly even though it was about 15 years ago. My wife and I were on vacation in Cape May, NJ. We were walking around the city area near the beaches and I really badly needed to pee. We started looking for any available restrooms.
We were at a point in our relationship when we’d been exploring the ideas of dominance and submission and we’d played around with it a little bit. An on this particular day as we had been walking around we’d been talking about feminization. In the sense that, as a man that wears women’s underwear, it would make sense that I might be interested in other feminine behaviors.
We finally came across a row of old dirty portapotties. I was grateful because I needed to pee so badly, but I remember thinking how I knew they were going to be disgusting and it was good that I only needed to pee and wouldn’t really have to touch anything. But just as I was about to walk into one of them, my wife whispered to me, “I want you to sit to pee in there.”
I gave her a grossed-out face she responded by reminding me that a woman would have to sit, so I should too. Her tone implied we were just talking about this.
I did as I was told, even though I of course picked a portapotty with a very dirty seat and needed to do my best to wipe it down a bit before I could pee. It was unpleasant and inconvenient, but there was definitely a part of me that was happy to be obedient.
At this point in our relationship we had a small number of rules that we’d created for me, and when I was finished peeing she immediately told me that she’d decided on a new rule: from that point forward I would sit to pee 100% of the time, no exceptions.
It wasn’t much of an inconvenience at home, so that transition was quick and easy. It was a little more of a struggle at work because I was wearing nicer clothes and it would mean having to always undo my belt and then tuck in my shirt again when I was done. Not the end of the world, and after a while it felt normal.
It was more of a challenge at random public places. I have a specific memory of being at a baseball stadium during a game and going into the restroom to find all three of the stalls being used while there was a whole wall of available urinals. There was something embarrassing about having to stand there to wait my turn for a stall just so I could pee.
But I’ve been good about obeying this rule through the years to the point that if I peed standing up today it would feel extremely awkward.
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