Bee is obedient. She knows that to be otherwise has no real physical consequences, she just knows that to obey the commands and wishes of her newly found yet unknown pee master thrills her and to fail would be a personal torment beyond endurance, so when she received the call early in the morning she knew what she must do.
The instruction was simple. 'Empty your bladder of morning pee, it is distasteful to me. Then, under no circumstances are you to relieve yourself again until I grant permission, drink copiously.'
Bee's heart raced with excitement and trepidation, she knew she had no choice but to comply so headed straight for the toilet to rid her of the acrid morning pee that served no purpose to her pee master. She was of course bursting to go, and the tingle of excitement and sexual arousal that always accompanies her thoughts of pee play rose up her spine and ached in her loins.
Bee lifted the toilet seat, eased her panties sensuously down her thighs and sat down closing her eyes to heighten the sense of pleasure her release would bring.
Bee parted her labia with her fingers and pushed two deep into her wet cunt. Pushing upward and pressing against her bursting bladder.
The release came in a gush; Bee exhaled a moan of pleasure as her pee cascaded over her hands and into the pan beneath her. Bee's fingers were now a blur on her clitoris as she pee'd and wanked herself to an explosive orgasm. She knew this would be the last action under her own control for the remainder of this day. From now on her bladder would be under the control of her pee master.
Bee dressed as she had been instructed, simple instruction: 'skirt, no panties.'
In the kitchen she made herself a large coffee and sipped at the litre of water she must drink before leaving. The phone buzzed its next instruction.
Bee was to drive, and it was far, this journey would take several hours and doubtless contains further instructions. What these may be she had no clue, but she did know none of them would be permission to relieve herself of the bursting delicious pain in her abdomen and groin that she knew would soon begin to grow.
Bee filled a flask of water for the journey ahead, then headed outdoors, locked the door and climbed into the car. She had been given coordinates to punch into her sat nav, which took a moment to calculate, and then she set off.
The morning traffic through the tunnel was always horrendous and today was no different. As she sat in the queue sipping at her water bottle the tell tale signs of pressure in her lower belly started to grow.
A pee would be welcome now but she knew that luxury would be denied for many hours yet. Bee's hands were already making their subconscious sympathetic stroking on her belly and groin when she became aware of the trucker in the lane next to her had already noticed her skimpy attire, heaving cleavage and wandering hands. He was gesticulating in encouragement of a show to relieve the boredom of the traffic jam and Bee was only too willing to oblige, it would take her attention away from the pressure building in her bladder.
Bee popped open another button on her top to reveal more of her ample breasts and opened her legs slightly to display just the slightest glimpse of the exposed crotch beneath. The trucker honked his approval, but the traffic started to move and Bee made off into the tunnel to further her journey.
After the tunnel the progress was steady but slow. Bit by bit the rush hour congestion eased and Bee made better progress, but so alas did her kidneys, delivering fluid to her bladder with alarming efficiency, the pain was starting to grow and take over Bee's conscious thoughts. She squirmed on her seat to try to alleviate the need and growing desperation to pee. She switched on the radio for a distraction.
'Today,' announced the radio presenter, 'we are discussing the controversial decision by local councils to close public toilets in a cost saving scheme, we want to hear your stories of the public need for these, or, as the government suggests, should private business allow public access to their toilets?'
'Oh great' thought Bee, Pee stories on the radio, there is no escape from my torment, and these are not even pee fetishists. Bee listened to heartfelt stories of regular people who for no fault of their own just had to go when they had to go, being denied access to toilets by cafe's and service stations as they were not customers and by the time they made the threshold of the nearest supermarket with a toilet their bladders just gave in and left them shamed, embarrassed and soaked in pee for the public to witness.
Bee felt sorry for these people, as they couldn't help it and had not learned the delights of pee desperation, but their heartfelt sad stories did little to alleviate the growing pressure and pain swelling between Bee's legs.
