I tried hiding my anxiety. I don’t think it was working. I always bared my feelings too easily. I knew a punishment was coming, but I didn’t know where or when. This is just like him. I don’t refuse to follow instructions often, but the few times I have broken rules or acted too bratty, I’ve come to learn that this is exactly how he works. He lays in waiting for the exact moment that I’m most vulnerable and then pounces.

It was just last week. He met me in the library for lunch. I was studying for midterms, and he had a break from work so he brought lunch for us to enjoy in the lobby. After lunch we embraced as he was getting ready to leave.

As we embraced, he slipped something into my bag and whispered into my ear, “You look so appetizing. I want you to be naughty. Wear this toy as you study and I’ll control it while I’m at work. I want to make you cum. Just try not to draw too much attention to yourself.”

He gave me one last squeeze and with a smirk he left.

I went in to a bathroom stall to inspect the toy. It was one of those small panty vibrators that you put in your undies and leave in. Apparently my dom would control it wirelessly in attempt to distract me from studying and to possibly publicly embarrass me.

But I was too scared. I couldn’t do this. What if some one noticed something was wrong? If some one asked me if I were ok? When he sent me a text asking if I was wearing it – I was honest. I couldn’t do this. I failed to obey.

Part of me wishes I did wear it, though. And now I wait in anticipation and anxiety of what might come as punishment.

I was standing in the kitchen when he peeked over and asked, “Hey, could you come here?”.

I froze for a moment. Could this be it?

“I’m trying to assemble this thing, but I need another set of hands. It won’t take long”

“Oh!” I answered quickly – it’s not what I was thinking after all. “Sure, I’ll be right there. I’ve got to pee and then I’ll help you out.” I started walking passed him and towards the restroom.

“Wait..” He muttered to me as I walked by.

I looked back at him. Oh no, I recognized that look. He was scheming. But what could he be thinking now? Isn’t he in the middle of assembling something in the spare room?

“Come back. Into the kitchen.” He ordered in a dominant tone.

I started to ask, “Can I use the bathroom fir-..”

“No” he firmly replied, cutting me off.

I followed his instructions. I had too. I’ve already broken the rules once.

“Here, like this”, he commanded.

He had me stand facing the kitchen counter.

“Put your hands on the counter”.

I put my hands on the counter.

“Wait here one moment. I’ve got to get a few things”, He said.

I waited as he left. He came back in a few minutes with items in hand. He stood behind me so I couldn’t see what he was holding. I heard the noises. Metal clanking. Chains jingling.

“Now, get on your knees”, he commanded.

I did so. I went down to my knees, with my butt resting on my heels. My jeans tightened as my knees bent. The tile kitchen floor was hard, but I wasn’t a stranger to hard surfaces.

He placed a spreader bar between my ankles. He strapped my ankles to the bar, then he grabbed each arm, one at a time, and strapped my wrists to the bar. I was pulled backwards, my back arched. My arms bound behind me and low, level with my ankles. I let out a little moan.

Then he placed a soft leather collar firmly around my neck. It was tight but not choking. He attached a long chain to the collar. A leash. He raised the other end of the leash high, pulling at my neck slightly. He tied it to a cabinet handle up high. The collar pulled my neck upwards. I was precariously balanced with my wrists bound down by my ankles, and my neck being pulled upwards by the collar and leash. It was just enough to be uncomfortable. My whimpering became louder. And I still had to pee.

I heard him moving around behind me. A cupboard opening. A sink running. He then presented something to me. A cup with a straw?

“Drink this”, he instructed me.

A cup of water? What is he getting at? I wondered. So I did as instructed and sipped on the straw, drinking the water that filled the cup. I drank it all.

I heard the water running again. He refilled it! He had refilled the cup, placed the straw back in, and he was ordering me to drink the water again. I started sipping the straw on the new cup of water.

Oh my…I really need to pee. Like, before I just had to pee, but now I really really need to pee.

I spoke quietly, “Uh..Sir..I really need to pee now”.

He knew. This was his plan all along. He was waiting for just the right time, when I needed to pee. He was waiting so he could force me to hold it in as long as I could, to fight myself from pissing my pants.

“Good” he said as he refilled the cup a third time. “Once more. Drink”.

So I did. I sipped the straw and drank the water.

I pleaded “Ohh sirrr I need to pee so bad. Please, I don’t want to make a mess.”

With my arms bound behind me and a leash tugging at my neck, there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t wiggle over to the bathroom. I was bound here. Tummy full of water, my bladder full, and I had to pee so so badly.

He watched me as I wiggled in pain. I begged, “Please Sir! Please don’t make me piss myself! I don’t want to!”

Silence. We both knew why I wound up in this spot. Bound and trying to hold in my pee as hard as I could.

I continued begging, “Please Sir! Please! I don’t want to piss all over the floor!”

He stirred. I heard him moving, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Then I saw his arms reaching over me with something in his hands.

A strap. A ball. He forced a ballgag into my mouth and around my head then strapped it tight.

“There, now I don’t have to hear you beg.” he jabbed.

I moaned and struggled with the ballgag in my mouth. I started to drool. I felt my bladder ready to burst. Holding it in became painfull. My groin ached for relief, to let out a stream of warm piss. It was degrading. Even more degrading knowing he was standing behind me watching.

It started to become unbearable. I yanked my head back trying to free myself. The collar held fast on the leash and choked me slightly. My arms were sore from being stretched down behind me. My knees hurt from the tile floor. But all this paled horribly in comparison to my aching bladder that was begging me for release. I started to feel a pulsing feeling down there. A little bit of pee trying to find it’s way out had wet my undies.

“Aaahhhh!”, I let out a muffled roar against the ballgag. Drool fell down my chin. A torrent of piss erupted between my legs. I felt my jeans becoming soaked. My thighs wet. It was so warm. It soaked through my jeans, all over my legs, and onto the floor. There was so much. It felt like an endless stream. I moaned in relief as I soaked myself. I breathed hard. It felt so good to finally be rid of that pain, but it was so degrading, being bound and chained up – sitting now in a puddle of my own piss. Pants soaked with warm urine. My legs and butt covered.

I let out some whimpers, both from relief and from feeling so dirty. I sat for a while after that, in a puddle of warm pee.

After a few more moments, he began to unchain me and uncuff me. He removed the ballgag.

“Now clean up this mess on the floor” he ordered.

“Can I shower?”

“No. Remain that like for a while more. Once this is cleaned I’ll decide if you can shower or not”

It’s just like him to have me suffer in shame for not listening, but I need to obey him. I cleaned up the mess. Eventually I did get to shower, but he delighted in watching me whimper in embarrassment from being covered in my own pee.