So as i am settling into my day's work, Master logs in :)... i told him of the events, or non-events as it were, of the night before and he said that was okay and then asked if i was locked. i said no, and he said go and put the lock on now. i quickly get the lock then head to the toilet to put it on and think, hmm, i need to wee, so i come back to the computer and ask permission to wee before i put on the lock. Master smiles and says, what a good idea... to which i think, hmmm... uhoh. Then Master says, you can go wee after i talk to you about a really pressing matter. i quickly search my mind thinking, oh no what did i forget to do, or did something happen? As it turns out, Master was concerned about running water and the sound it makes as it trickles into the bowl... ugh! So quickly i try to redirect the conversation away from water and say that i think the issues of the Gobi desert are much more pressing... FAIL! Master agrees and begins discussing the millions of gallons of water required and the pipes in which the water need run, and the need for dams so that the water can run through small streams throughout the land!
As i sit here trying NOT to think of water, Master asks what i am drinking, coffee is my reply. He sends me to get a glass of water. i look at the glasses in the cupboard and of course part of me wants to pick the smallest one, but i know better, so i choose a regular size one, t
hen run the tap... of course.. till the water is cold enough to drink and return to my desk. Next words... drink. Down it goes, cold liquid filling my bladder, which at this point i am sure is above my tummy and has a direct line. Then he says, get another, and off i go, and down it goes too.
At this point Master gives me a choice, i can go to the toilet and masturbate while i wee, or i can go for half a wee. Now for any of you that have ever had to only go half a wee... you know how excruciating that is as your bladder begins to convulse and it ends up hurting. So, i think well, the first choice seems better, i tell Master my choice. To which he replies, I knew you'd choose that one.. slut.... another glass. i reluctantly get the next glass of water and manage to choke it down, its much harder to drink that much water in a short amount of time than one thinks.
i put down the cup and my Master says, when you go, i want you to try to cum as you are weeing, that is assuming you need to wee... or do you need more water? i vigorously shake my head no as my bladder begs to be released. Master smiles and sends me on my way.
i get to the toilet, pull down my pants quickly, my thoughts focused on holding my wee, i sit down and begin to rub fast and light, nothing is happening, i can only think to not wee. i stand up, put my legs together and start rubbing as fast as i can, light isn't working, so i rub harder, i'm trying to keep things quiet as the zipper on my jumper rattles, my rings rattle and suddenly my clit jumps to life. i rub as if my life depends on it and when finally i feel the orgasm approaching i quickly sit down on the toilet and cum! As i cum i continue rubbing and my wee sprays everywhere... groans.. i kept rubbing till the urge to wee over took the orgasm. i stopped rubbing, then with a spasming cunt, tried to wee. i had to push against the muscles and only a trickle would come out till finally i could relax enough to wee.
i quickly cleaned up the wee that had sprayed out of the bowl, washed my hands, locked my cunt with shaking hands and tried to compose myself as i emerged from the toilet. i get back to my desk, smiling and giggling and see my Master with a huge grin on his face. i told him in detail what had happend and he was very very pleased. He has been waiting for an opportunity like this, and has noticed, that i am very careful about where i am or what i am doing when i ask to wee... and i thought he didn't notice...lol, silly slut!
With that being done, i have sealed my fate as a dirty girl... grins, i am now officially my Master's needy greedy dirty cum slut... mmmm what a lucky girl i am!
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