German Piss Party (MMF) - Part 2

Some of you, who enjoyed our East German Piss Party blog post a few days ago, have been in touch. You have pointed out that the floor I referred to is actually 'mesh flooring'. Thank you for that. While writing, I was actually struggling to find a fitting descriptive for that wonderfully appropriate architectural device.


Others have correctly identified the East Berlin venue of our recent adventure; it is of course the Lab.Oratory (http://www.lab-oratory.de) – and if you ever have the good fortune to find yourself in Berlin, we can hardly recommend a more suitable pass-time than to make your way into this palace of utter shameless deprivation. I have added a photograph of the venue to whet your appetites and inspire your imagination...


As promised, we will now elaborate on the bath tub we mentioned in our last post. Said tub is located about 3 metres away from the main bar. It is perhaps the most unexpected item of furniture in this industrial environment, not least for its white colour. But as you might have guessed, it is not there by accident.


When we arrived at the club we've noticed the bath tub, but we were quite overwhelmed by the kinky possibilities of the entire venue, and the pissoir in particular, that we couldn't wait to get our clothes off and our bodies washed in everyone’s piss in the most obvious place.

By the time we returned to the bar area, duly pissed upon, spunked and spat on, and having had the obligatory (H2O) shower after climaxing so deliciously, we realised that our choice of exact location for our divine degradation, though not inherently wrong, was definitely not necessarily a foregone conclusion at all.

The lucky girl who occupied the bath tub in the middle of the bar area on our return was delightfully soaking in that tub which was by now rather full of men's piss. Naked and in full public view, legs slightly apart (no doubt to ensure liquid penetration).

What struck me first was the blissful expression on her face. An almost Mona Lisa'esque half-smile. There were no restraints holding her by force in that disgusting mix of strangers urethral excrement, spit, cum and beer. She was there willingly, exuberantly bathing. Receiving. Swallowing. Breathing. Fucking herself with piss in that tub.

She was soaking in this liquid as she perhaps would do at home, indulging. The difference of course was the fact that everybody in that bar could (and would) blatantly stare at her, smiling back at her, laughing at her. And some would wink and throw kisses while 3 or 4 cocks around her relieved themselves all over her body, adding to her reservoire.

Just like us, when we were in our public toilet area in the back of the venue, she was not allowed to touch anyone – nobody wanted that terrible stench of piss on their clothes which she would certainly leave behind. But she didn't mind that. This wonderful, beautiful slave-girl was in an exstatic sexual arousal, receiving huge quantities of piss.

The reason for that is of course that her tub was ever so much more conveniently located near the bar. Everyone will have to pass it in order to get in or out of the venue – or to take a piss...

And as there is just enough room for 2, rest assured, the next time when we are in Berlin we will expolre this shamelessly indulgent tub ourselves.

Lots of Love,

Aidan & Nina xXx

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