Lizzie drank her third glass of water. It was only about two hours until her sir arrived, and she was under strict instructions not to use the bathroom until he gave permission. She had at least a litre to go yet. Not being allowed to go made her feel like she needed to even more. She tried to distract herself and got busy with tidying the house and making sure she was smooth in all the important places. She knew her sir was going to get very close and intimate with her pussy. Just the thought of that made the moisture begin to build.
She prepared her bedroom, covering the bed in an absorbent sheet and she folded and placed a spare one on the blanket box at the end of the bed. She made sure the restraining ropes were where they should be and wrapped her wrists and ankles in the fluffy black cuffs. Her collar was not for her to put on, only her sir could do that for her.
She drank her fourth glass of water and jumped in the shower, the hot water washing away the busy day. She smoothed coconut oil all over herself, everywhere in all the nooks and crannies. It was a lovely moisturiser and fabulous lubrication. It smelled and tasted good to.
She drank her fifth glass of water, there was a tap at the door. Wrapping a bathrobe around herself Lizzy hurried to the door and sighed with relief and excitement, it was her sir. She opened the door, he stepped inside. She locked the door and dropped her bathrobe. Naked was how she should be with sir. She had placed her collar by the door, and she reached for it now, passed it to her sir. After embracing Lizzy in a tight hug, he caressed her neck and wrapped the leather around it and buckled it snugly. She began to feel the stirrings of need, a need to pee. She asked her sir if she could please relieve herself. He said sure, but first...