| Title: Bathroom Mistress
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: Chapter 1 of 1
Keywords: F/F, Solo, WaterSports, Bladder Control, Humiliation
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Short Summary: Woman desperately needs to pee, but strange
woman won't let her.
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Bathroom Mistress - Phoenix Arrow
"Honey please, we really need to stop!"
"Ok ok, we're coming up to a rest stop in a minute. Think you can
hold it for that long?" My husband said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Just barely, I knew I shouldn't have had all those sodas."
"I told you, but as usual you never listen. Now your about to
"I will if you don't step on it, please hurry, I really need to go.
"Relax relax, we are here. Now get!"
I practically flew out of the car. I had stupidly drunk 4 sodas
during our long weekend drive and now I was feeling it big time.
I rushed into the bathroom, fingers already tugging on my dress
before I could fully shut the stall door behind me. I needed to
Resting on the seat I readied to relieve myself.
"Psst, hold it!" A female voice called out from the stall next to me.
I paused, caught off guard, my moments away from leaving
me. I didn't remember even seeing cars outside, let alone expecting
any one to be in the female bathroom with me. She sounded
around my age, 30.
"What? Are you talking to me?" I responded.
"Yes dear, I said hold it in."
"Excuse me? Hold what in?"
"Your pee. I'm telling you to hold your sweaty."
I was shocked. Who the hell did this woman think she was? Who is
she to tell me when or when not to piss?
"What's it to you lady if I or not?"
"Because I don't want you to."
"But...but I have to." I said dumbly, not knowing what else to say.
"You may have to, but I'm telling you not to dear."
Ohh it was beginning to really hurt, I really needed to pee. Why
was this lady even bothering me?
"Listen, I don't know what you want, but I have to go bad. Now
please leave me alone."
There was silence as she said nothing.
Her lack of a response only made me more nervous as I sat there
waiting. Would she continue to bother me or let me in peace?
Why was I even waiting? Just already!
"Honey, your doing a very good job, just keep sitting there holding
it in for me."
No wait, I wasn't holding it for her. Just making sure she wouldn't
bother me again. Oh I was really getting annoyed with this woman.
Why was it so important to her that I wait?
As I sat there contemplating the situation, I could feel the
beginnings of a cramp come on.
She somehow could sense my discomfort. "So tell me dear, does it
hurt sitting there hold it in?"
"Yes it hurts" I blurted out frustratingly. "It really really hurts.
Please, why cant I just pee?" I could hear her giggling on the other
side. Dame this woman. But dame me as well. I couldn't believe I
was basically asking her for permission to urinate. I'm a grown
woman. Just release my bladder and all is done. Why was I even
arguing with this strange woman?
"If it hurts so much dear, than why don't you just pee?"
"Because...because you fucking wont let me!"
"Oh please, why can't I pee?"
"Because I say so. I want you to just sit there holding your bladder
for me like a good girl, okay?"
I whined. It was a whine of frustration and.....and....
I just sat there, trying to mentally and physically cope with the
strain of holding my bladder. As my body began to shake, I knew
that I wouldn't be able to hold myself in for much longer, even if I
wanted to. But why was I even trying?
"Your doing very well girl, but be careful, don't let out a single
Oh why was she being so mean. Just let me pee. I've been a good
girl. I've been listening to her, why is she forcing me to hold
myself even longer. I was in real pain.
"Please please Ma'am, I....I cant hold it in any longer.... please."
She said nothing but giggled at my pathetic pleas. Now the
crampings were getting unbearable. It was almost impossible to sit
perfectly still as I shifted my butt to relieve the pressure. Tears
began to roll down my face as I stupidly sat holding my bladder to
the commands of some perverted woman whom I've never met.
My muscles working to capacity to hold what wasn't meant to be
But her tormenting continued.
"Oh I am so proud of you. Your being such a good listening to
Good Girl? She was the same age as me for crying out loud. Which
is what I was beginning to do as the pain overwhelmed me.
"Yes yes I know baby, it must so bad. All that in that big
belly. Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could just let it go?"
"Yes please!" I cried.
"Yes it would, but I'm afraid you can't just yet. But I'll tell you
what, if it'll make you feel better, you can rub that wet little puss of
yours while you wait. Okay?"
What did she just say? Rub my pussy? Me? In here?
"Go on lady, I know how badly you want to. I bet its all wet
and needs to be tickled."
I looked down past my aching belly, down to my crotch. MY
GOSH! She was right, my was drench and swollen. And
worse, my little bud was hard as could be. I didn't even notice my
arousal through all the bladder pain. But....but how?
I lightly touched my lips with the tips of my fingers and
instantly my vulva pulsed, almost causing me to pee. Thank
goodness I was able to still hold it.
But my fingers continued to slowly run along the outside of my
lips, ohhhh it felt so good.
"Is my little touching herself?"
That bitch, I hated her. First she took control of my bladder, now
she was trying to control my pussy. Well I wouldn't answer her.
Not with words any way. Despite myself, after a few moments a
low moan escaped my lips. Not of pain this time, but of pleasure.
"Oh you nasty girl. Your actually doing it aren't you. Your playing
with your puss in a public restroom. What a naughty you are."
I inserted two fingers into my as my breathing became ragged.
My thumb gliding over my clit as I moved my hand faster.
"Tell me dear, what are you doing?"
"Are you being a nasty little for masturbating in public?"
"yyy....yes..." A wave of humiliation washed over me at my
"Yes what dear?"
Oh did I hate her "Yes....I'm a naughty for......masturbating in
"Is that what you came in here to do sweaty? Or was it something
As I continued to mash my swollen cunt, I quickly remembered
why there was a terrible pain in my belly. "To pee" I cried!
"To Miss, I came in here to pee!"
"But you didn't want to remember? You wanted to play with
"No....no...please....I want to piss...please"
"Tell me honey, should I let you now?"
"Yes....ugh....yes please ma'am...yes...ugh"
"But aren't you a little busy doing something else at the moment?"
"Tell me sweaty, tell me what you want to do? Do you want to
pee? Or would you rather bring yourself off like a whore in a
Oh that fucken bitch. How could she make me choose. The pain of
my expanded bladder was unbearable, but....but my so needed
my fingers......I....I couldn't choose. I needed her to tell me what to
do. A grown woman who could no longer or climax without
being told to.
I sat there pathetically crying, rubbing my drenched like a sick
little as I emberassly asked her to choose for me.
"Hmmm, lets see.......well.....since bad who in
public should be punished, why don't you just pee."
"Sorry girl, no climax for you. Now hurry up, for me dear."
But I didn't want to pee. I...I wanted to bring myself off. I needed
it. I'd allowed this woman to completely control my most intimate
body functions and to my shame it's turned me on beyond belief.
Pushing aside the immense cramps and bladder pressure, I dug
three, then four fingers into my with one hand while I rubbed
my engorged clitty with the other as fast as I could.
She remained silent as I began to cry out in pleasure as I fast
approached my goal until finally I let out a scream of ecstasy. My
body shook as it was wrapped in orgasm causing me to finally
release my bladder at the same time, gushing out and
juice into the below.
I sat on the porcelain seat shaking, pissing, and cumming for
almost a full minute. Thankfully the orgasm lasted a bit longer.
Through my fog of dissipating pain and pleasure I could hear her
unlocking her stall, washing her hands and walking out, leaving me
sitting alone with empty tears, unable to move or think.
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