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 The Bathroom

   JANIE'S TOILET TORTURE

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   Janie worked as a secretary in an estate agent where most of the time
she was at her desk filing out reports given to her from the other members
of staff.  This particular day was very for Janie, sitting in on meetings
and on two occasions, going with staff and clients to view houses.  She had
a few cups of tea without having anything to eat, and as a result, she
needed to go to the toilet.  She is not normally the person to hold her
bladder, but she was forced to do so today.

   After a hectic day on the road, she had to complete a lot of paperwork
which she dreaded.  One of the staff, Mike, a smooth talker, and sexy to
boot, sometimes helped her out if the work got too much.  What happened
that day was going to change her life.  At her desk, Janie was doing her
work with a very full bladder...  she shifted from one side to the other,
had been fidgeting slightly and crossed her legs whilst sitting down.  Mike
was helping her.  He could not help but look at Janie.  He must have known
why she has been fidgeting a lot...  she needed to wee- and badly.  He had
a fetish for women needing to go, but never had anyone get desperate and
wet in front of him...  until now.  He had thought of a dirty plan for
Janie.

   Later, Janie was fidgeting at the desk openly.  "Oh, I need to go right
now!" she said and started to make her way to the toilet, now holding
herself through her crotch.  Suddenly, Mike leapt up and walked straight
into her path.  "Excuse me!" Janie said.  "Oh, no you don't!" said Mike. 
"WE got to get this work done." "Let me go, please!" pleaded Janie.  She
had both hands in between her legs and dancing in desperation.  "Sorry,
work first," Mike replied, with a smirk on his face.  He felt that Janie
was going to lose it soon.  "Don't do this, it's no joke!" shouted Janie,
writhing in agony.  The pair began to exchange insults.  Mike felt his
penis getting hard when she saw Janie in her present state.  "Here's the
deal, Janie, I want you to hold your wee in as long as you can, then I can
give you something worth your while," he said.  "No way!" Janie shouted,
and tried to push Mike aside but was unsuccessful.

   She was in real trouble now.  She was on the verge of wetting herself.
Worse, she was wearing light brown khaki slacks, which would mean any
tell-tale wee stains would be seen.  So she had held on with all the will
power she had, at Mike's delight.  Moments later, while grabbing herself
ever so tightly, Janie softly says, "Mike, I really need to use the ladies'
room."

   Mike offered a hand and lead Janie to a cubicle in the ladies' toilet,
and still ordered her to hold her wee.  Her fidgeting got worse until she
could not stand still.  She had moaned a lot and began to sweat.  She felt
she could lose it at any moment, but didn't want to give in.  Then Mike
gave his audacious order.  "I want you to stand in front of me, legs
slightly parted.  Then I want you to wet yourself." Janie was shocked.  She
never had anyone ask her to wet herself before.  But she was needing to go
badly, she felt she had not got a lot of choice.  So she stood, with legs
parted in front of Mike and started to let go.  She soon felt the urine
soak her panties and seeped into the fabric of her slacks.  Most of it came
so quickly because she needed to go badly.  The urine ran down in large
rivulets soaking her inner thighs and created a small puddle on the floor.
Mike put his hand on Janie's crotch to feel the wetness.

   It was a sensation...  he brought out his now stiff penis from his
trousers and started wanking furiously.  Janie seemed to pee for a long
time, she had held in a lot of fluid.  Mike had come and seen his semen
eject within moments.  "That's better.  Why did you ask me to do that?"
Janie asked.  "It was my fantasy to see a young woman wet herself in front
of me, and at last it came true," Mike replied.  Janie was upset at first,
but later forgave him.  The events that day lead to a start of a wet
relationship.