Wet at Work

After holding in her bladder for too long, this girl has an accident in front of her domineering boss. 

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Kinks involved: Consensual non-consent, Boss/subordinate, humiliation, and watersports. 

I’d like to pause for a minute to remind myself that it’s never a good idea to drink more than one glass of sparkling wine at an office party. At least not when my annoying coworker is here, and he’s had a few too many himself. I stand here constantly fidgeting as I listen to him drone on, and on, having mentioned several times now that I need to excuse myself to the ladies’ room. Apparently, my bodily functions don’t take precedence over some stupid office drama, because he doesn’t seem to hear me every time I mention it. 

Finally, he finishes up, and I immediately make my break for the restroom. My heart sinks when I open the door to see a line of people waiting. One woman sighs, explaining “I think Susan had too much… again…” I hear a moan from one of the stalls. It only takes a second for me to realize I can’t hold it in long enough to wait. I spin around to leave, thinking I could go to another floor instead.

To my surprise, I see my boss outside like she was waiting for me. As usual, she was dressed in the sexiest outfit that could still be considered somewhat professional. Her dark silk blouse featured a cut out that exposed her ample cleavage, with a grey skirt that hugged her ass so tightly she couldn’t possibly be wearing anything underneath it. The combination of her platform pumps, stern look, and the phrase “I need to talk to you in my office,” gives me chills down my spine. 

I bounce up and down as I respond with “Uhh… can it wait? I really-” She interrupts “Well if your job is that unimportant to you.” I close my eyes to take a deep breath in. When I open them again she was already halfway down the hallway. I give one glance at the elevator, huff, and take small hurried footsteps to catch up after her. 

When we reach my boss’s office she closes the thick wooden door behind her. Walking over to the countertop, she then pours herself a drink. The sound of the water hitting the glass causes a series of twitches and spasms down there while I tense my muscles. I bite my tongue, resisting the urge to break out into the ridiculous dance of an all-too-full bladder. She pours a second glass, and much to my dismay extends an arm to offer it. I frown, shaking my head. “I want you to sober up, so drink it.” I hesitantly grab the glass from her hand to drink a small mouthful. “Do you not take this job seriously? Drink it all.” She says with an authoritative voice, so I sheepishly drink it all.

After finishing it I feel overwhelmingly full. I have to tell her now or risk losing my job anyway. “Look I-” she interrupts me again, “I’m not interested in what you have to say. Sit down.” She gestures towards the upholstered armchair directly across from her desk. I slowly sit down, expecting her to follow suit. Instead, she annoyingly decides to pace around the room from behind her desk. “I called you here to tell you that your attention at work has been lacking recently. I see you looking at your phone when you’re supposed to be doing work.” My boss really called me in here, at a party, while I’m dying to pee, to tell me that? I bounce my leg rapidly, racking my brain to think of a way I can respond politely.

“I’m sorry Miss. I’ll try to stay off my phone. I promise I’ll devote myself to my work, and I’m certain my performance will increase.” With any luck, my acting was good enough to impress her. “Good girl.” I stare at her with an open mouth. “I know I’ve been hard on you at times, but you’re one of my top performers and I want you to know I see the hard work you’ve been doing.” My boss walked behind me so I looked over my shoulder to respond “Thank you, I um… really… appreciate that.” She takes an excruciatingly long time to pour another drink. “I really need to go though!” I exclaim, rising out of the chair. She turns around with another glass of water, and with her free hand, shoves my shoulder so I’m forced back down. “Did I say you could leave?” She asks in a low voice. 

I gulp, gazing up at her with wide eyes as she puts the cup in my hand. I open my mouth to drink a sip but she tilts the glass upwards, causing the water to rapidly rush down my throat. I quickly pull it away, accidentally splashing water on both my face and my dress. “Ugh! What are you, a child?” She chastises, walking off to her private bathroom. I put the glass on the table. My legs shift against one another, as I squirm in the seat. I had to think of a way to get out of here, fast. 

I suddenly hear the sound of running water from the bathroom. I feel my bladder relax involuntarily “No no no!” I whisper as a small trickle of warm liquid begins to seep into my underwear and the chair, quickly making its journey down my legs. I stare down at the mess as I make it, trying to tense my muscles to stop the flow with no success. While I unwillingly relieve myself, my head begins to feel light and dizzy.  

“Wow.” My boss says, walking into the room. “Did you actually wet yourself?” She asked, crossing her arms. I feel shame spread across me like fire, burning my face and body. I sit in the chair rigid as stone. The lower half of my body is now covered in warm pee, and I begin to smell its slightly bitter scent. I stare at the bleak grey carpet for what feels like a lifetime, hoping that somehow, it will come alive to swallow me whole. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me you needed to go?” She huffs. I feel my shame mix with anger. Tears began to pool in my eyes. I snap my head up to exclaim “I did try and tell you, but you wouldn’t listen!” I look back down at my lap as the tears slowly fall from my eyes. “You told me I’d-I’d… I would…” My throat tightens up too much for any more words to escape my lips and I begin to sob into my hands. A moment later I feel her fingers on my hair, gently stroking my head. “Hush hush. Pathetic little puppies can’t help themselves can they?” She mocks. 

I furiously wipe the tears from my face. “I’m not a puppy!” I protest. She shakes her head at me and says “A grown woman wouldn’t piss themselves all over my furniture. No, you must be a naughty little dog. Well, it’s a good thing I know how to ensure this won’t happen again.” I open my mouth to argue, but I am simply too bewildered for words. Her fingers comb through my hair and clasp dow. She uses the hold on my hair to painfully pull me onto my feet. She then pushes my head down into the chair. I try to wriggle away as she presses my face into the warm puddle.  “Look at what you’ve done. Bad dog!” I hold my breath while she rubs my head into the cushion, coating my face with my own mess. 

I try to swing my arms behind me to land a hit, but that only leaves me with no way to support myself as my face sinks ever deeper into the chair. Eventually, I gasp for air and breathe in the acrid smell of my urine. My boss continues to hold my face there as I’m forced to bask in the smell, eventually releasing her hold on me. “Go clean yourself up. You reek.” I shakily stand up and glance at the ruined chair. “I’m… really s-sorry,” I whispered. I walk to the door, hearing her say “You will be. I’ll see you on Monday.” I half run to my desk, crouching down to wipe my face clean and do my hair up. Thankfully the party was winding down now, so there weren’t many people around.

While I was leaving I run into my desk mate in the hallway. I keep my back facing away from her so she doesn’t see the wet patch on my dress. She says something that I can’t quite catch as I awkwardly press on the button for the elevator behind me. I exclaim “I’m sorry but I need to go home now. Have a good night, bye!” I breathe a sigh of relief when she responds “Oh okay, see you Monday,” and leaves. I hope she didn’t notice the smell emanating from me. When I eventually get home I spend the entire weekend dreading my Monday morning arrival into the office. 

To be continued…

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