Piss Chronicles Pt 04

Janise POV

'One more hour, then I get to go home,' I thought. Anxiously waiting for the little hand of the clock to hit 5. It's constant ticking sending me into a frenzy. I could hardly wait for this day to be over, it was driving me crazy. Only the anticipation of what was in store, keeping me in check. I checked the clock again, 4:02 "Damn it," I felt as if I could scream. When will it be over?

It'd been awhile since I last seen, Niy'Jah. After an amazing summer, she'd went back to visit her family up in, Canada. And I was left to face the cold weather alone. Although, it wasn't too bad, we'd still kept in contact as much as we could. In fact, I was meant to call her today, to play one of our little games. A game that had started much earlier in the day.

Flashback to that morning

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Ding, ding, dinggg...

'Who is at my door this early in the morning? I gotta get on for work,' I let out a huge sigh. Making my way downstairs, luckily already dressed and ready for the day. Navy blue slacks holding my legs in all the right places, whilst still giving me that comfortable business casual look.

Ding, ding, dinggg...

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shouted back, audibly annoyed. 'It don't take all that,' I checked my peephole first. Seeing a man with a brown hat and a clipboard, "Who is it?"

"Got a delivery for Janise Wright," I didn't remember ordering anything? Still I'd open the door, revealing the package he'd clutched on his left side, "Are you Janise?"

"I am She,"

"Can you sign these for me please?" He'd shoved the clipboard into my face with a pin. I grabbed a hold of it. Reading over it briefly, before signing my name on the dotted line. Exchanging the clipboard, for the package, "Have a good day, Ma'am,"

"You too," I turned, shutting the door behind me and locking it.

Making my way into the kitchen and setting the package down onto the table. Deciding to fix my lunch for this afternoon, prior to opening it. I had the usual, sandwich, mixed fruit, and of course all my snacks. Filling up my hydro flask, with lemons and bottled waters. Everything was laid out perfectly, with 5 minutes left to spare. I'd considered opening the package upon my return, but curiosity had gotten the best of me.

I pulled the mailer closer to me, examining the outside. It had my name on it and of course my address. Inside was obviously a medium sized box. Grabbing the kitchen shears out of the storage box and cutting along the dotted line. Pulling out a brown cardboard box, with a note attached to it.

Call me

-Niyjah

Was all it said, 'That girl, what does she have planned now,' still I couldn't help the excitement that flooded through me. Quickly pulling my cell phone, outta my right pocket. I dialed in her number, after unlocking the screen. It rung once, twice, three and a half times, before she finally picked up.

"Hey, what's up?" Her voice was deep and yet very much feminine. I could tell that she'd just woken up.

"Hey, so I got your package,"

"Well did you open it?"

"Not yet, I read your note..." I trailed off. Fumbling the box around my hand, before deciding to open it fully. She waited patiently on the other end, "What is this?" I voiced my thoughts out loud. Revealing an even smaller package, covered in red and pink hearts. Inside containing what seemed to be an oversized pink bullet. I opened that too-the long cord of the toy wrapping around my fingers, as I raised it up in my hand.

"You should FaceTime me," I nodded even though she couldn't see. Setting my phone down onto the counter in front of me. Pressing onto that camera icon and revealing myself to her. My work attire fitting onto me perfect, cream button up tucked perfectly into the belt of my slacks. Soon she popped up on the screen too, "It's nice to see you," I blushed.

"I feel great seeing you too," she looked so beautiful, even when she was tired.

She smiled back at me, "I got you that gift, because I thought we could play a game together,"

"How would that work? I don't see any buttons..." I asked, examining the toy in my hand, "Yo, what the fuck!" A sudden vibration, surged its way through my hand. Making me drop the device, nearly catching it by its string.

"I have all the buttons you need over here," She chucked at me lowly, "would you mind slipping it inside of you, I know you have to go off for work soon."

"Only because you asked so nicely," I taunted, prematurely. Setting the toy on the counter, taking my sweet time to undo my buckle. I wanted to give her a show turning around and showing off my assets. The belt slipped easily between the loops, clinking its way onto the ground. I turned around again, button. Zipper. The fabric hanging low on my hips, showing off the hem to white lace panties. Pushing the fabric off down to my knees and sliding it off of my left leg.

"Show off," Her gaze had remained on my body. No doubt, studying the way my pussy lips sandwiched in between the thong. Only looking up once, or twice to view my face.

I placed my leg up onto the bar stool, body feeling warm. Sliding the delicate fabric to the side to reveal my plumped lips. The camera showing off everything in great detail, "Enjoying the view?"

"Yes, I wish I could be there to touch her," there was no shame.

I slid my hand down, past my padded bra. Onto my stomach, right toward the heat. She was so soft, already sensitive. My cold hands sending a shiver down my spine. Clit rising into action, I rubbed onto the little bud. Gentle pets, teasing myself the best way I knew how. Clock ticking fast, already 10 minutes behind schedule. Though in the moment I couldn't bring myself to care. Playing with myself shamelessly, prepping myself for the toy.

I grabbed the cord, bullet no longer buzzing. Sliding the edges of it in between my folds. Lubricating it in my cream. The curved contraption sliding right into my hole, pushing its way through. Tucked away perfectly inside of me. I let go of my panties, the fabric hiding me away again, "The package is secure, are you gonna turn it on again?" I asked eagerly. Waiting in anticipation for what was next.

"No, aren't you running late?"

"Yea but-"

"No buts. I'll be sure to talk to you later okay? I want you to call me when you get off of work,"

"Okay I will,"

"Okay bye, love you,"

"Love you too,"

"Oh and Janise..."

"Yes?"

"Don't pee," and with that she hung up.

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I was an hour into work, the day already dragging behind and no type of sensations from Niy'Jah. I figured she'd probably went back to sleep, or something. I'd sat at my desk, filling out assignments from the other day. Taking sips of water here and there.

"Hey Janise, how are you doing today?"

"I'm doing good Mr. Jones, how are you?"

"Good, so you know you were almost 30 minutes late today?"

"Yes I know, I was r-ugh," I shifted in my seating, feeling a quick buzzing sensation at my core, "running late and I got caught up in traffic,"

"Right..." he quirked an eyebrow at me, no doubt confused by my mini outburst, "I'll give you a warning, because you're one of my best agents here. However, you know you're supposed to call when you know you're going to be late,"

"Yea..." I had to find my words, "it won't happen again," I hadn't expected it to feel this good.

"Well, now that that's all sorted. We plan on having a team meeting in about an hour and a half, right before lunch, don't be late." I nodded, the toy turned off. He'd tapped my shoulder twice, before moving onto the next cubicle.

I spent the next hour and a half finishing up the assignments for the day and making phone calls. Time flying by as the meeting time was present. I took another swig of my water, the container nearly halfway empty. I grabbed my bag, ready to go to the bathroom when I remembered Niy'Jahs earlier words. 'Don't pee,' I held it in. It's not too bad, nothing I couldn't manage. Exiting my detour and heading straight for the meeting room.

A few of my co workers already in the room, I trailed in behind them. Taking my usual seat in the middle. Bzzzz. It happened again, I was worried someone might hear. I looked around the room, everyone busy on their laptops and talking amongst each other. The coast was clear, I shuffled in my seat. Pressing down onto my center, causing the device to push up further against my G-spot. I shuffled again, knee bumping loudly onto the table.

"You okay?" Amy asked me, securing the laptop she'd sat in front of her. Giving me an odd smile.

"Yea my bad," I let out a low nervous laugh, clearing my throat before speaking again, "so what've you been working on?"

"Buyer fell back on escrow and now I'm having to set up more open houses," she sighed.

"Awe man, did they say why? I hate when that happens," Tina chimed in from the other side.

"Husband and Wife filed for divorce,"

"Oh why, was the husband caught cheating or something?" Tina again. Carrying the conversation for me unknowingly so I can focus on the sensations of my toy. Not realizing how much I had clenched my legs together.

"Actually the Wife cheated on the husband,"

"Oh so then the Husband filed?" Courtney who sat along side Tina, decided to join the conversation as well.

"Actually the wife did,"

"Damn," it was finally my turn to chime in and right on time too. I could feel myself leaking into my panties. Praying that by the end of this I wouldn't have a huge wet spot in my pants to show for it. Everyone around me laughed and I laughed to for reasons unbeknownst to them.

"Wait so why did the Wife file?" The confusion in Tina's voice mimicking the confusion we all had on our faces.

"Other man had more money and could buy them a bigger home. So after I sell this house, I'll be having to hook her and her new man up with a new house," she leaned in closer to the table her voice barely above a whisper "She also said that he was much better in bed.." my eyes widened, as did everyone else's.

I'd had nothing else left to say to that. The tea was pipping hot and just then Mr. Jones had made his way into the office. "Why's everyone looking like that," His gruff voice sounded out across the room.

"Buyer fell out of escrow, wife filed for divorce," Amy answered, of course sparring our boss the juicy bits.

"That's not good, do you have a back plan? What did the previous owner say? Have you been scheduling any open houses?" He asked, already figuring ways to rectify the situation.

"The previous owners are disappointed, of course. However he said he trusted me, I have open house scheduled later on this evening from 5:30-8 and multiple times a day all throughout the week."

"Okay good, you're already on it. That's what I like to hear. You all know what this meeting is for, give me some good news. I wanna see how-" His words became a blurb in my mind, as I felt the settings change. The toy vibrating at an even faster pace, I placed my hands in between my thighs. Fighting the urge to grab onto my center. Toes curling, as I hung my head down low enough for my hair to cover my face.

"Are you okay? You look sick," Amy whispered in my ear and I had to bite my lip. Nodding my head hoping that she'll take the hint and leave me be.

I wanted to beg her, plead for her to turn it off, but she wasn't here. I had no one to call out for and despite that I known better. If she were here, she'd no doubt make things worse for me. She enjoyed my suffering, even when she wasn't there to see it. To her, even the idea of me in unconventional circumstances just as these. Was enough to make her mind go into a frenzy.

"... Janise, Janise are you listening?"

"Huh," I snapped myself back into reality. Attempting to remember the last bits of conversation, "Oh yes my listings. I just closed down on a 4.5 with a 4399, 10 day contingency. Then I have a brokers open for brownies, burgers, and booze,"

"When will that be ready?"

"On the 11th, owners said they planned on stepping through,"

"Good, it's the one in the estates on Han bridge?"

"Yep,"

"What's the listing price again and-" this had went on for awhile. With him questioning each of us to create a concrete plan. I'd managed to stay as still as possible for the entire duration of the meeting, my curling toes the only sign of my internal struggle.

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"Oh come on!" I'd stopped at yet another red light. Thighs clutching together tight, rocking back and forth in my seat. Mind determined to get home, dry.

I looked at the cup holder next to me, inside an empty hydro flask. Feeling instant regret, I knew better and still drunk it all anyway. Niyjah hadn't answered my text, saying I'd be home soon. I wondered what she was doing, could I really hold it until she got back to me? Luckily I didn't live too, too far away from work.

I pulled into my driveway, dreading the walk to the door, as I'd have to hold my composure until I made it inside. I wouldn't want to be known as that- one neighbor who got caught pissing on themselves. Fetish aside, I think I'm a little too grown for that. I struggled the most at the door. Keys falling to the grown, choosing not to slip into the lock. The rush of need flooded my entire body, filling a wave into the pit of my stomach. Until finally I got the door to unlock.

I knew I couldn't wait any longer and decided to call her. She unfortunately hadn't answered. I sat onto a barstool, holding onto its sides. My crotch pushed directly into the cushion, 'please,' I begged. I needed her to talk to me through it, to tell me what to do next. 45 minutes had gone by until I felt a familiar buzzing, 'she's back.' For a moment I'd made the mistake of allowing myself to feel temporary relief. No doubt drenching my already damped panties.

I just hoped the chair was okay. Not too long after, my phone had begun to ring. I picked up immediately, now wasn't the time to be playing it cool. The buzzing below, so not helping my situation, "Hey- wow you look like you're really going through it," I'd sat the phone in front of me. Our FaceTime session commenced.

I could hardly look at her, eyes blazing towards the ground. I took in a deep breath, "Nothing I can't handle," and despite the insistent vibrations that aimed to poke holes into my resolve. I believed that I was handling the situation, very well.

"Since you're handling it so well, would you like to wait a little longer- I do have a show I need to catch up on,"

"Please, no," I'd cut her off before she could even finish, her sentence. She eyed me with that charming foxy smile of hers. Gleaming with excitement for my suffering,

"Can you stand up and turn around for me? I wanna see if you wet yourself,"

I did as told, slowly standing up out of my seat and pushing the chair back. Taking no time to turn around and show off my back side, "I hope I didn't make t-to much of a mess,"

"Bend over for me," My ass poked into the air, back arched into a downwards bend. I could feel her eyes, though so far away, staring shamelessly. Studying my body as if it were her own, "You have a wet spot right there," I turned slightly to see myself in the camera. A wet patch right in the middle of my crotch staring back at me, "How long do you think you were walking around like that?" She'd voiced my thoughts.

"I don't know," I'd hoped not for too long and that no one had seen. How embarrassing.

"You mean you knew you were leaking and you didn't even check?"

"I was a afraid if I went to the bathroom I might piss on myself,"

"Well next time you should toughen up and check. I don't need anybody looking at you in such a slutty state,"

"You're right I'm sorry,"

"Sorry who?.. For what?"

"I'm sorry Goddess, for walking around like a slut," My face flushed. Body feeling warm due to being ridiculed, 'I can't wait till she makes me piss myself'

"I'm going to have to punish you for being so sloppy. How else will you actually learn? Discipline can only be taught through consequences, for your actions,"

"Yes Goddess, punish me. Teach me to be better for you," it'd only happen every once in a while, but I absolutely loved when she got like this.

"I'm going to try something new," She pondered a bit, looking me up and down, "Stick your hands in your pants and give yourself a wedgie,"

My hands immediately moved towards my waistband. Slipping down to grab onto white lace. I tugged up the material, pulling it hard until it met my waist line. Stammering in place, attempting to hold in my pee and the burning sensation of panties sandwiched in between my lips. I couldn't help but to whine, rocking my body back and forth into the fabric. Leaning towards pain for comfort.

"Pull them harder, I want you to stretch them out until you can get them over your head," she egged me on. Watching with fascinating as I yanked onto my panties. Pulling the fabric onto my arms, stretching as far as I could manage. I could hear her giggles, mocking me into infinity, "Are you ready for stage two?" Before I could even answer, she'd turn the toy on again.

That little device banging against my bladder, "Oh my gosh Niyjah, I'm finna squirt!" I shouted. Crouching down into myself, only for my panties to dig into me further. I almost fell into the chair.

"Did I say you can fucking squirt?"

"No-,"

"Then you better hold it in, pull them underwear over your head," she refused to show me any sympathy.

It took me awhile, clenching and unclenching my legs. Jumping around in place, but I eventually managed to get my pantries up to my shoulder. The white lace fabric, already breaking. Hem to the underwear snapping back down onto my ass. I was so close, so wet, so delayed. I put my hand behind my head. Pulling, tugging, shaking. I never knew my clit could be this stimulated. I wondered what it'd be like to have her do this to me. My body was practically melting into itself. That damn toy pressed all the way into me, stimulating my G-spot.

"Fuck I can't," I whined letting go of the panties and practically collapsing onto the floor. I was beginning to leak onto the floor.

"Janice, Get up... Now," man this was intense.

I used the chair to pull myself back up. Swaying left and right as droplets of piss ran down my legs, "Please, I need to go so bad," I couldn't help, but to beg. Legs shaking uncontrollably. She turned up the setting on my toy and for a moment I thought I felt my soul leave my body.

"Get those panties over your head,"

I went for it again, pulling worn out panties back up my arms and over my shoulders. The soft fabric pulling taught, against my lips all over again. The already bruised skin feeling agitated. This time I put both hands over my head and pulled, and pulled, and tugged. Yanking them as high as I could until finally the band reached my forehead. My head tilting back in its hold. I had no choice, but to stand on my tippy toes, "Mmm my pussy," I groaned, hand coming down to rub over my crotch.

"Turn around for me, I wanna see you," I turned around slow. Still not being able to see her in this position, "Fuck you look so sexy, you wouldn't believe how wet you got me," she eyed me like a dog. No doubt playing with herself on the other end, taking me all in. Chest poked out towards the screen, "You still need to pee?"

"Yes," She was taking her time toying with me.

"Should we do a countdown?" I nodded, already feeling myself slipping.

"10," My heart skipped a beat.

"9," I can't wait for 1.

"8," Mmm fuck these underwear digging into my pussy.

"7," I feel like she's counting slow on purpose.

"6," I can hold it, I can hold it...

"5," half way there.

"4" Damn my body is shaking.

"3," "Mmm"

"2" "2"

"1"

"Ahhh," I ain't never cum so hard. My entire body vibrated, as I finally let out my sweet release. Piss spilling out all over light blue slacks. My panties standing no chance. I turned around for her so she could see my back side, the piss had run all up my crack. The toy still working inside me making my body jerk in place, "Please," I called out for her. Wanting her to turn it off. It was so much I'd almost took my pants off just to get it out, only stopped by her command.