One subordinate gets her bathroom privileges taken away by her boss.
> This story involves a female dominant, if your preference is towards males please [read this version instead](https://fetlife.com/users/6683894/posts/7233956).
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> Kinks: Bathroom use control, Boss/subordinate, consensual non-consent, ageplay-like humiliation and watersports.
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> This is the follow up to [Wet at Work](https://fetlife.com/users/6683894/posts/7219566), however, it can also be read independently of that.
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BZZZ. BZZZ.
“Ugggh.” I shut the alarm off and drag myself out of bed. “Today will be like any other workday,” I tell myself as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. “Just go into the office and do your work.”
As I get ready for the day, I don’t think about the shame I felt by wetting myself on my boss’ chair. Nor the humiliation I endured as she treated me like a naughty house pet, rubbing my face into my own mess. I especially don’t think about how horny it made me feel. Nope, I think nothing of the sort.
As I arrive, I check my emails to find one from my boss.
‘Subject: Update to the Bathroom Facilities
Dear Staff,
Due to an increasing number of outside customers using the facilities on this floor, we have installed new swipe locks outside the staff toilets. You will now be required to carry your work pass with you when you use the bathroom.
Please come and see me if you experience any technical issues related to this matter.’
I don’t think much of the email until I find myself standing outside the toilets. I hold my card to the reader. It flashes red. I try again, red. I groan and comb my fingers through my hair. I attempt it several more times, hoping to see the green light, but it never comes. I shake my head, muster up some fake confidence and walk towards my boss’ office with my head held high.
She opens the door after I knock several times. As she beckons me in, I see the corner of her lip rise. My shoulders sink as I walk into the room and she shuts the wooden door behind me. “Hi… I just um, wanted to fix the uh..” I stop to inhale a deep breath, averting my gaze from her. “Myswipepassdoesntwork” I exhale all at once, offering the pass to her. My cheeks blush pink as I fidget with my fingers.
“It’s working perfectly fine.” My boss says, I glance up to see a sadistic smirk on her face. “But… it won’t… let me in,” I say with a frown, averting my gaze. She takes a step toward me. She puts her forefinger under my chin, tilting my head up to look at her face. “After your… little incident on Friday, I’ve decided that you cannot be trusted to use the bathroom of your own volition.” She says.
“W-w-what! You can’t be serious?” My voice cracks as I ask. She continues “You are to ask: May I please use the restroom Mistress? Like a good girl, and I will think about letting you go.” I gulp. I stare at her for a few moments before shaking my head and turning away. “I’ll-I’ll-I’ll be back …later.” I stutter as I leave the room. I thankfully feel the need to use the bathroom subside so I go back to my desk.
I try to sink myself into my work for a while. As time goes on I glance at her office every few minutes, feeling my desperation intensify. When I begin to bounce my leg, I decide to get up and walk to her office. I push on the door to open it, slip into the ornate room and close the door behind me. I stare at the chairs in her office and notice the new leather seats that perfectly match her desk chair.
“May I please use the restroom Mistress?” I ask. She doesn’t even look at me as she responds with a curt “No.” I rub my thighs against one another as I squirm. “You may sit, and wait for me to finish this report.” I rush to sit down, rapidly bouncing my leg. I feel like a dog waiting for her master, as I sit there impatiently watching her work. With nothing to distract me, I grow increasingly desperate.
After a few minutes, she aligns the papers and staples them together. “How badly do you need to go, pet?” She asks as the bounce in my leg has made its way up my entire body. “Like really really badly,” I quickly add “Mistress”. She asks “If I didn’t let you go right now, would you piss yourself all over my brand new chair?” I bite my teeth into my lower lip and nod. “Hmm.” She says, drumming her fingers on the intricate wooden desk as she thinks.
I feel a spasm and cross my legs over one another, tensing the lower half of my body. I exclaim “Please Mistress I really need to go!” I quietly continue, “I don’t want to make a mess again.” She cruelly laughs at me. “You’re adorable. Fine, you have my permission to go, you may use my private bathroom.” I sigh in relief and say “Thank you, thank you, Mistress!” As I jump out of my seat and run to the toilet.
Her private bathroom is just as affluent as the rest of her office. Everything is covered in the same dark grey tiles that give the room an intimidating aesthetic. The wooden floating sink to the side contains an array of expensive perfume bottles and fancy soaps. Across from it, a rather large shower takes up the width of the room. I spot the toilet directly across from me and turn around.
I’m surprised to see her standing in the door frame. “Um… I need to pee now.” I say. She nods “I know, and I gave you permission to go.” I look around the room, beginning to hop around as my bladder painfully reminds me of my needs. I stick my bottom lip out as I pull my best puppy dog impression. She simply tilts her head at me and gestures her arm towards the toilet. I break out into a ridiculous hopping dance as I think any way to get out of this situation. I start to worry I’ll have another accident being in such close proximity to relief, so I reluctantly reach my hands under my dress and pull my panties down.
I give her one pitiful glance before sitting down on the toilet and burying my face in my hands. I let out a tiny moan when I relax my muscles and let the pee stream out of me. I grin into my hands as I feel a rush of endorphins that goes straight to my head. I suddenly jump at the sensation of a hand softly touching the top of my head. My boss starts to pat me as I empty my bladder. She whispers “I’m so proud of you for using the toilet like a big girl.” I accidentally let out a small noise, squirming on the seat as my face heats up.
After a few moments, I finish and reach for the toilet paper. “Stand up first and turn around.” She commands me, and I willingly obey her order. I feel the crinkly paper as she presses it against my wetness and wipes me dry. I stand still, mortified, as she flushes the toilet. I keep my eyes glued to the tiles as I walk to the sink. She comes in close behind me, pressing her body against mine. I can feel her large breasts pushing against my back as she turns the tap on for me.
She slides her soft hands along the outside of mine and guides them under the warm water. She washes my hands for me in a delicate, yet thorough manner. I sigh with a soft moan, closing my eyes to soak in the moment. Her soft touch fills me with a comfortable warmth that sticks with me even when her hands leave mine. I open my eyes again and wait for her as she pats my hands dry with the hand towel for me.
I gaze at her with adoration as I say “Thank you for letting me use the restroom Mistress.” She gives me a warm smile, something I’d never seen on her before. It was the kind of smile that lights up a person’s entire face. “You’ve been such a good girl.” She leans in close to me and presses her lips against mine for a soft kiss. She all too quickly pulls away and says “Get back to work.” I nod and do as I’m told.
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To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nzcfqd/bathroom_access_denied