"I need to relieve yourself."I need to relieve yourself." "You have no permission to relieve yourself from the Heart On. Is that all?" She looked at me as if I were wasting her time. My face was flushed with embarrassment. "Mistress Linda, I have to pee." "Oh, well, I suppose that it has been long enough. But I'll make sure that peeing is all that you do. Follow me." She led the way out of her office and to the fire stairs. I docilely followed her down two flights of stairs to a floor of the build- ing that was mostly empty. Down the hall and into the ladies room. She opened the door to a stall and waved me into it. As I started to close the door behind me, she stopped me. "No," she said. "You will relieve your bladder only. You will not relieve either your pussy or your embarrassment. Keep your eyes on mine. Do not look away. Now, sit!" I flushed. I felt ready to die, but I lifted my skirt and sat keeping my eyes locked on hers as she commanded. Before I could pee, she commanded, "Not now, girl! You must wait until I say so." The feeling was exquisite: embarrassment, pressure, and complete lack of control. I sat on the toilet, my skirt around my waist, holding in the pee. Linda's eyes locked on mine. I felt completely at her command. "Ok, girl, you may pee now." I released my bladder and the relief was immediate. I almost came from the shear pleasure of it. And Linda's eyes said that it was she who was giving me the pleasure. I automatically thanked my mistress: "Thank you, Mistress Linda." "You learn well, girl," she said. "Now wipe yourself and straighten out your skirt." After I did, she led me back up- stairs. "Five O'clock!" she reminded me as we separated. |