CHAPTER 5:
Just before 10 AM, I visited the restroom for the final time that day. Following the master's instructions, I was not to relieve myself after 10 AM.
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I decided to don my attire in the specific order designated, to make this habit a permanent aspect of my life.
Heels first. Buckling them was a challenge. I then walked around my apartment for a while, wearing only the high heels and nothing else. Initially, maintaining my balance was difficult, but my stability improved with practice.
Later, I put on the cropped top, followed by the skirt. Although there was still plenty of time, I felt a strong urge to urinate. My bladder was full. I hoped I would have permission to use the restroom upon my arrival at the clinic, so I left my home earlier than I had originally planned.
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Right away he ordered, “Monica, take off your clothes, position one, quick!”
I asked, “Shoes or no shoes?”
He answered, “Shoes.”
That instruction initiated my process of becoming fully naked, with the exception of the heels.
First I removed my skirt, then my top, both within five seconds, knowing he doesn’t want me to waste time.
The high heels were my only attire. No watch, no jewelry, completely bald between my legs.
Position one was easy. Basically standing with my arms crossed behind my back. He admired my erect nipples that amplified even more due to my position.
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He then directed me to a bathroom that was directly accessible from the main room. I expected that this would lead to permission to relieve myself. My bladder felt as though it was on the verge of exploding. I had been holding it for nine hours. The anal plug heightened the pressure on my bladder, which was most likely the reason he applied it.
The spacious bathroom provided ample room along with a designated shower area.
He stated, “Monica, you will remain confined in this area for precisely 25 minutes. The bathroom must be cleaned within 25 minutes. It is highly advisable to clean it thoroughly and leave it immaculate. Cleaning supplies are located under the sink.”
I attempted to mumble a ‘Yes, Master,’ but it was inaudible through the ball gag in my mouth.
He then commanded, “Position three, now!”
I swiftly took on a squatting posture, which triggered intense, localized discomfort in my bladder. My mouth was open due to the gag, the shoes forced me to stand on my toes, and all I needed to do was to widely spread my knees and position my hands to complete the stance.
He explained, ”You are granted permission to remove your shoes, the clamps, the anal plug, and the gag while you clean. Each item must be put back in place before the time runs out. In exactly 25 minutes, when I open this door, you are required to be in the same location and position as you are right now, wearing the same attire. At that point, I will permit you to relieve yourself. If you are not in the correct position when the door opens, the 25-minute timer will restart."
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The long anticipated door finally opened. I was positioned as expected. Squatting, pussy spread, clamps on my nipples, plug in my ass, ball-gagged, wearing my high heels, hands behind my neck.
Someone else entered.
A tall and slender woman with long blond hair.
She was dressed in tight jeans rolled up above her ankles and some stylish Dolce & Gabbana leather sandals. I could identify the brand from my position.
A ruffled pin-tuck button-front blouse was draping over her black bra. The woman presented herself in an elegant manner and appeared to be a mature individual in her late thirties or early forties.
The master's absence, and her presence in his place, was quite shocking. I experienced the situation regarding a stranger's unintentional entry into the bathroom. Exposing myself in such a manner to a stranger caused significant anxiety.
My naked open-pussy appearance did not seem to disturb the lady, which indicated that her presence was intentional.
She remarked, “I’m the photographer. Do you still need to pee?”
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Despite my urgent need to urinate moments ago, nothing emerged. I cannot urinate on command. I have never peed in front of anyone before, especially not so closely with a camera present.
She encouraged, "I’m ready!"
She captured some initial photographs and recorded preliminary footage of my exposed vagina while awaiting the stream—I was unable to go.
She suggested, "Monica, stimulating your clitoris may help relax your bladder muscles."
I rubbed my clit as she continued to take more pictures and videos of my pussy. Still, no urine was forthcoming.
After a while the woman gathered her camera and announced, "The time limit has expired. It is clear you are not prepared. I will return in another 25 minutes."
Through the gag, I managed to produce muffled words that seemed convincing.
The woman stated, "Monica, if you can spread your legs a bit wider, I will grant you an extra minute."
I opened my legs further; it was painful. I stimulated my clit once more. A few drops trickled out. The woman exclaimed, "Here we go! Now, use your hands to spread your lips apart."
I stretched my vaginal lips wide for her inspection and photography. I relaxed, and a significant stream erupted from my shaved pussy.
The woman recorded the occurrence as it unfolded. The flow continued for an extended period. There was a substantial amount of urine to be expelled.
She summoned the master. She assured him that she possessed high-quality pictures and videos.
He responded, "Very good. Your payment can be processed in accordance with our standard procedure."
She positioned herself behind Lux, whose cock was exposed, and began to stroke him with her hand while standing behind.
It took only a few minutes for the master's semen to be released onto the floor tiles that I had just cleaned.
He then remarked, "Monica, I informed you that it is strongly advised to keep everything clean. Lick my semen off the floor and swallow it. Make sure all the semen is consumed using only your mouth and tongue."
I felt humiliated to perform that act in front of everyone. I was utterly ashamed. The naughty woman removed my gag. I lowered my lips to the floor.
There was a thick glob of sperm that I sucked in. It had a salty taste. The remainder was a liquid puddle. I utilized my tongue as the instrument to clean it from the ground.
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While driving home, I imagined the woman and Lux chuckling at my foolishness. They had employed me to clean a bathroom while unclothed and consume bodily fluids from the floor.
However, instead of receiving payment, I ended up paying them. I was engulfed in deep sorrow and overwhelming frustration.