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.”
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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."
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