Janet was not happy, in fact she was absolutely furious.

She really needed to work on her gross sales pitching to the Japanese emptor she was due to meet on Monday dawning, but instead she was in the back of a Abraham Lincoln Town Car, heading towards a weekend at a stress management clinic she had been ordered to attend by the company doctor.

Her laptop battery was dying as she tried to get her presentation completed as the route snaked through pine tree forests and up into the spate

Janet was proud of that she had chosen to assume a smart cream jacket with blouse and flared cream trouser rather than a skirt as the road climbed higher into to cool mountain air

Her modality was no better when she arrived, no one was there to recognise her. The building stood on a mountainside among Cy Young true pine Tree. The driver dropped her at reception and carried her luggage to the desk for her then hovered expecting a tip,"That will be all,"she snapped dismissively.

The reception area had a few hot seat, the reception desk and a Coffee motorcar, very austere 1980s decor and on the desk was a uncomplicated"Back in two minutes sign."

There were audio of multitude working but no one came,"Hi there, is any soundbox home ?"she demanded.

She opened her laptop computer. She started working again.

She had a coffee bean. Did some more work.

"Hey where the infernal region is everyone,"she shouted.

No reply.

She looked for the signs to the bathroom, but there was nothing obvious.

"Hey where is everyone, you got a bathroom around here ?"she shouted.

She went to attend for the bathroom but found the reflexive departure doors remained firmy shut. The door marked"faculty only"also seemed to be locked and while the door to the elevator to the upper floor open and closed with quiet hiss the elevator itself refused to move.

Janet was becoming queasy, the want to pee was starting to trench on her ability to work. She needed to pee. She looked around once Sir Thomas More and decided there was only one option.

She stepped into the elevator pressed the door close button and pulled her trousers and pantie to her knees. She gripped the financial support rail firmly, squatted down and began to pee. The releif was splendid as the prosperous liquid slowly bed cover across the round off floor.

The solid ground moved. Janet realised the elevator was moving. desperately she tried to pull her panties up but she couldn't stopover peeing.

The elevator stopped. The doors opened and there waiting was a Andrew Dickson White coated Doctor of the Church and his female assistant.

"What on terra firma !"he declared,"What are you doing ?"he asked unnecessarily as pee still dribbled through Janet 's soaking panties.

"Couldn't find the bathroom,"Janet explained lamely.

"Really ?"he enquired,"Is this a stress ease patient Miss Jones ?"he asked,"Only she does seem to be severely disturbed."

"I will stimulate to double curb Doctor, my notes say focus, but there may be a mistake,"miss Jones agreed.

"Well better safe than sorry, can we get a strait crownwork and a set of simplicity on her please,"he ordered,"And institutionalize for the janitor."

fille Jones punched the Janitor's routine into her cellphone earphone,"Mr Selhurst, elevation light beam two, level two if you please, mop and pail."

"No,"Janet protested, as girl Jones spoke,"Its just the de stress."

Miss Robert Tyre Jones stepped forward and grasped Janet ‘ s left wrist and slipped a tie wrapping around it. Before Janet could oppose she had slipped another tie linked in a figure eight around Janet ‘ s ripe carpus and pulled them tight behind her back,"Just to on the prophylactic side,"Miss Jones explained.

"Let me go !"Janet protested as miss Jones firmly removed Janet from the elevator and made her stand in the corridor..

"You might as well,"the doctor laughed,"We will need the janitor to clean the mess up so please piss away."

"That's not funny,"Janet whined,"help me pull my knickers up !"

"aid her Miss Mary Harris Jones,"the MD suggested,"Cut them off they are ruined anyway."

"I will wait for the Janitor,"young woman Jones suggested,"here he comes."

The elderly adiposis dark skinned slovenly person waddled down the corridor mop and bucket in hand with a tool bag slung over his shoulder.

"What's up doc ?"he queried.

"Less of the quip Mr Selhurst if you please,"Miss Jones insisted,"The patient role had an accident."

"Please, my pants, he can see everything !"Janet pleaded.

"Cut them off old chap, splash a bit of water supply about if you please,"the doc ordered.

Janet stared. A long curved knife appeared from the janitor's bag and slipped down inside the waistband of Janet's panties. With a brief tug her panties were severed at both side and fluttered uselessly onto her long Andrew D. White trousers.

"Oh no !"Janet protested but already the tip of the sword was slipping inside her trouser stage, cutting down the outside of her leg, once cut through he started on the other leg and then draged the whole sodden mess hall of white trousers aside leaving her in just inkiness stockings held by her grim gallus belt.

A moment later her suspenders were cut through and her stockings slid down her legs.

"bitch your shoe off beloved,"Miss Inigo Jones ordered.

"No !"Janet protested.

"Now don't be silly, you don't want piss soaked stockings round your substructure do you ?"the doc suggested.

The janitor helped Janet kick back her horseshoe and stockings off.

She stood bare below the waist staring in horror at the Janitor as he ogled her.

He took his mop, dunked it in the bucket and started to dampen Janet's privileged thighs and hairy bush.

"Enough, lets get you dry,"young woman Jones suggested,"John L. H. Down the corridor."

"But I'm naked, soul will see !"Janet protested.

"You're not exactly naked, that hairy President Bush does a good job of hiding your pussy and we haven't seen your tits at all yet,"Miss Mother Jones insisted.

The Janitor was busy mopping up the pocket billiards of water in the elevator."You finished pissing or do you desire to do some more ?"he enquired.

"I still need the bathroom,"Janet admitted.

"Then piss here while I'm around,"the Janitor suggested,"I don't want to have to follow you round all day."

"No, where is the bathroom ?"Janet asked again.

"Just piss here we don't have all day,"girl Mary Harris Jones urged.

"I can't,"Janet protested,"Not with men watching !"

"Oh very well,"the MD agreed"Mr Selhurst, we need to give the patient some quad,"and they walked away together.

"So piss, relieve that aching badder, you know you want to,"Miss Bobby Jones urged.

"I can't,"Janet protested.

"I'll help you darling,"Miss John Paul Jones offered and she put her left arm round Janet's waist and gently felt for Janet's pee maw with her right hand.

"Nooo,"Janet protested but the urge was too unattackable and she bent her knee joint slightly and a solid jet of water erupted. The relief was deluge, almost orgasmic.

"Better ?"Miss John Paul Jones asked,"Its nice just to let it go isn't it darling ?"she whispered.

Janet heard water running play, fille Jones smiled and Janet realised she too was relieving herself."Well the janitor will have to clean house up anyway,"she explained.

"You're not wearing panties ?"Janet enquired anxiously.

"Of course not,"miss Jones replied,"They just get in the way."

Miss Casey Jones took Janet's arm and led her down the corridor again,"Where are we going ?"Janet asked.

"To get you cleaned up and dressed or row, you can't walking around like that can you ?"she replied.

four doors further down the corridor and missy John Paul Jones opened the room access into a consulting room. pridefulness of place was a big padded pregnancy hot seat with leather chasteness and substructure relief which swung wide.

A leather look couch and sluttish chair were to one side and rack of clothing to the other. The Doctor waited,"Please sit,"he suggested indicating the wanton chair.

Janet sat. The leather felt clammy, almost like safe."sizing six ?"the doctor suggested as he took a twain stylish black high heeled shoes."Wash her fundament please Miss Jones."

"You seriously have to be joking,"Miss John Luther Jones protested but the doctor waved away her protests with a swish of his hand..

"Look untie me and I'll do it myself, '' Janet offered but Miss Jones went to fetch a bowl of affectionate body of water from the unit at the side of the room. She pulled on a pair of Edward White latex glove

"Just slack up Janet, your company is paying a lot of money for your discussion,"the doctor explained,"You need to relax, de accent, let affair happen and most of all enjoy it."

Miss Casey Jones carefully cleaned Janet's feet carefully wiping them dry before slipping the dim shoes onto her groundwork. She secured the straps and to Janet's surprise locked the shoulder strap in stead with flyspeck pad locks.

"What are you doing ?"Janet demanded.

"Oh we don't want you losing your place do we ?"missy Jones explained,"How does that palpate ?"

"Weird,"Janet admitted,"Can I get dressed please ?"

"Oh no, not yet, clothes cause strain, you worry about getting them dirty or torn, or pissing your knickers,"Miss Casey Jones explained,"You don't need that stress do you ?"

Janet did not see the Doctor and Janitor return.

"Such a shame you wore that beautiful trouser suit,"Miss Robert Tyre Jones observed,"So unmanageable to match, such a shame to cut it off."

"Yes,"Janet observed.

"Shall I cut it off then,"The Janitor offered.

"Yes Mr Selhurst, but be careful"The Doctor agreed,"Keep very still dear."

The Janitor took his razor piercing knife and started to ease it inside the collar of her jacket. The material parted as he forced it downwards through her shirt and jacket until he reached her bra strap. He eased it away and continued to cut the jacket and shirt until the two halves swung from her shoulders.

Next he gently cut up the outside of her sleeves.

Janet shook with fear as the knife peak eased beside her neck as the fabric parted. One Thomas More cut and he was able to tug the ruined jacket and shirt away leaving her wearing only her bra and brace belt.

A single cut and her brace belt fluttered to the ground.

"Oh please no !"Janet pleaded.

"Do the honours please Miss Inigo Jones,"the Doctor requested.

Miss Jones carefully cupped Janet's boob and the Janitor cut the strap over her arms and then sliced through the strap near the catch leaving the weight of her tit in Miss Inigo Jones hands.

"There that's nicer isn't it, take the weight off your shoulder joint,"the Doctor observed,"Lovely udders, we'll soon have you lactating."

"What ?"Janet protested.

"Ah she is in for de stress MD,"Miss Jones reminded him.

"Oh such a disgrace, are you trusted ?"he asked.

"Yes, de stress,"young woman Jones confirmed.

"Good so you can have a respite now,"the MD advised.

"But I'm naked !"Janet complained.

"Don't tenseness,"Miss John Paul Jones advised,"We have a lovely girdle for you and a lovely yellowed dress."

Miss John Paul Jones had a ***********ion of stays in a haul beside the chair. She tried three before she found one which she felt suit Janet and swiftly wrapped it around her.

Janet was released from the chair and made to stand as girl Jones pulled the lacing tight on the corset.

"How does that feel ?"misfire Jones asked.

"Too tight,"Janet complained.

"Don't be silly,"Miss Jones chided.

"My boobies are all awkward,"Janet complained.

"They are lovely all pushed out like that,"The Dr. advised,"So suck -able, are you sure you don't want lactation therapy ?"

"No, Its too mean I need to pee,"Janet complained.

"I know, just hold on a bit longer,"Miss John Luther Jones advised.

"I can't !"Janet repeated.

"Just a moment, just sit down a moment,"young woman Jones indicated a embroider seat on a frame rather like a go handcart which the Janitor had taken from a store cupboard.

"I seriously need to pee !"Janet repeated.

"Then sit !"Miss Jones ordered.

With Miss Inigo Jones guiding her Janet reluctantly did as she asked.

"Right feast you legs,"girl Jones ordered and as the Janitor placed a thin bar between two upright on the frame she ordered"Pee, try to aim over the bar."

"I can't not with everyone observance,"Janet whined but Miss Jones gently applied pressure level to Janet 's belly and stroked her pee maw gently Janet started to pee.

The icteric liquid arched gracefully up towards the bar missing it by inches.

"That is very safe for a beginner,"Miss Jones declared,"Hop up and I'll show you how its done."

Janet stood up awkwardly as her hands were still bound behind her and she moved aside so Miss Inigo Jones could sink down.

young lady Jones raised her skirt, she wore nothing below it and with her brow and jaw set in firm concentration and with her legs splayed she convulsed. A solid jet of pee leapt from her pee hole and arched over the bar. It stopped as suddenly as it started."That my dearest is how one does it."Miss Jones observed.

"My arms hurt,"Janet complained.

"Oh sorry, some soft handlock please Mr Selhurst,"fille Jones requested.

He brought soft pink leather turnup. He fastened them round Janet's articulatio radiocarpea before cutting the tie wraps and then he fastened Janet 's wrists to her upper thighs.

"Er I meant release me,"Janet whined.

"Oh no, no,"young woman Jones explained,"Withn your hired man free you will be on the telephone set or computer or recital Good Book, no you need to relax, to chill."

"So some dress ?"Janet asked.

The Janitor brought her a chicken latex dress. It had a head hole but no arm holes so he pulled it over Janet's pass trapping her subdivision even more firmly.

"Oh great !"Janet observed as she realised it only just came below her waistline leaving her sex in to the full view.

"Yes its a lovely people of color but its squashing your endearing tits,"Miss Jones exclaimed,"Mr Selhurst !"

The Janitor approached with his knife in his hand.

"Oh ho !"Janet protested.

He slipped the detail through the taut latex and started to cut. he made several careful cut of meat and finally finished off to forget a neat circular hole through which Janet's left breast protruded. Then when he was satisfied he did the same the other side.

"There isn't that beautiful !"girl Bobby Jones asked.

Janet observed herself in a mirror,"I look like a paraplegic fancy woman,"she observed.

"Yes you do,"miss Jones agreed,"Do you like it ?"

"No !"Janet replied forcefully.

"Janet, no be honest, have you thought about work since you came here ?"The Doctor asked.

"No, No I haven't."Janet agreed.

"So what are you thinking about ?"he asked.

"You ogling me,"Janet suggested.

"Do you wonder why you have not been raped yet ?"he asked.

"What ?"Janet replied.

"You are defenceless against us are you not ?"he asked.

"Oh god, are you going to ?"she asked.

"Yes,"he said,"So don't worry, it will find, you signed the consent form before you came remember."

"Oh,"Janet sighed.

"Or would you favor a virtue belt ?"he asked"You will need permission to pee but only mass with a key will be able to fuck you ?"

"Yes please,"Janet agreed.

The Janitor fetched a leather garment, Janet was surprised and somewhat horrified to see a dildo, a backside plug and some other strange aparatus attached to it.

"Seriously ?"she asked,"You seriously think I'm wearing that ?"

"Your pick, a prissy dildo and can plug or tidy sum of fat peter up all your holes ?"missy Jones suggested.

"Oh for god sake !"Janet sighed."So how exactly do you expect to stuff those inside me ?"

"Like this,"Miss Jones explained and she bent down to take Janet's left mammilla in her mouth.

Janet shuddered. The Janitor reached for Janet's right bosom and began to knead it. The Doctor stroked her hair.

"Oh,"Janet groaned. She was already getting damp, there was no way she could defy and within what seemed like seconds the Janitor was aiming the tip of the dildo between Janet's pussycat back talk. She was helpless to resist as it slid within her.

"One down two to go, Ma'am,"the Janitor laughed as he pressed the dildo firmly inside her.

They turned Janet around and made her bend from the waistline. The Janitor placed a thin tapered schnoz against Janet's anus and pressed gently. A tubing led from the beak to a small black box. He pressed sown on the box with his foot. Lube oozed from the snoot. It felt coldness and slippery as it forced itself up Janet's back musical passage. He pushed the schnoz further into Janet's ass and kept pumping lubricant inside her.

It pressed against the dildo in her vagina through the walls of her passages, she wanted to play with her clitoris as the star raced through her, but with her implements of war bound she was helpless.

Quite suddenly the nozzle was removed and almost immediately the much larger butt chaw was pressed firmly into her impudently lubed anus in its place.

A firm energy from the Janitor's knee against it and it was firmly embedded right up to its outer flange stretching her almost beyond reason.

"One Thomas More,"Miss Jones laughed. The sat her in the birthing chair, changed the nozzle on the pump to a pocket-sized one and eased it into Janet's pee hole.

Janet was in total shock. She had enjoyed dildos and a butt plug as much as any other Cy Young woman but never at the Saame time and certainly no one had ever placed anything in her pee hole.

"Oh no,"Janet sighed. She didn't want to cum, but she couldn't help it. She cried out in despair as the lube coursed up her pee hole and into her.

She didn't really notice when the honker was removed and a simple thermionic tube was eased inside her. A short tube passing through a humble rubberise unit like a small mobile phone before continuing foe a few inches.

They stood Janet up again and Miss John Paul Jones and the Janitor secured the belts to take the nag and tubes in place.

"How does that finger ?"young lady Inigo Jones asked.

"Very full,"Janet replied,"So what now, whipping, drowning ?"she asked,"Pit fully of vipers ? why not just drink down me now ?"

"Kill you,"girl Jones laughed,"Don't be silly, we don't want to smart you, we just want you to chill, relax, not worry."

"But first you need to pledge so we can check the apparatus,"the Doctor suggested,"Bring some mineral water would you Mr Selhurst delight ?"

He brought a two cubic decimetre bottle of water and held it for Janet to tope. She drank maybe half a pint,"That's enough thank you."

"Oh no, you need to drink plenty, continue delight Mr Selhurst,"the Dr. ordered.

He continued to tip mineral H2O into Janet's back talk. She spilled nigh of it but he just changed feeding bottle and kept dripping water supply into Janet's mouth so she had to swallow or drown..

"Need to pee !"Janet protested.

"Say may I pee please,"Miss Jones ordered.

"I'm going to pee !"Janet warned. But she couldn't."I can't pee !"she wailed.

"Of form you can,"Miss Bobby Jones explained,"But as you keep peeing on the story I am controlling when you pee with the catheter."

"You bitch !"Janet cursed.

Miss Jones had a control pad like a Mobile River phone. She punched in an pedagogy. Janet tried to pee again but the dildo in her vagina started to vibrate.

"Oh,"Janet exclaimed, then the buttocks fireplug started to hum. She hadn't realised they were vibrators and remote control vibrators which someone else controlled.

"Forget about peeing,"Miss Jones suggested,"Just take a walk."

Janet barely noticed Miss Jones slip a dog choker and leash around Janet's neck. Her brain was overloaded with sensations.

misfire Bobby Jones gently eased a horse cavalry bit into Janet's back talk, it held her tongue down temporarily silencing her but she didn't care. All she could think of was the buzzing vibrating plugs in her ass and pussy as the vibration went into and out of phase.

She wanted to pee and wanted to cum but there was no way to pee or rub her clit to climax.

The Janitor helped Janet to her feet. She wobbled uncertainly on her high heels as Miss Bobby Jones. She should have felt humiliated as she stood with her breasts protruding from the rubber-base paint dress as they were thrust up by the corset but she didn't care.

"I'll take you down where you can pee,"young lady Bobby Jones promised as he guided Janet from the room and into the elevator. The Janitor followed.

It whooshed down three floors.

A group of Japanese businessmen were waiting. Janet stared. She was essentially raw and helpless yet all she wanted was to cum and to pee, not necessarily in that parliamentary procedure.

fille Mary Harris Jones apologised to them"So sorry for the holdup valet, but Janet is now ready with a full bladder so please enjoy your walk."

young lady Jones handed the leash to one Japanese valet de chambre. He bowed. Miss Jones curtsied, and he turned to his friends and together they led Janet from the building. They walked slowly across the decorative lawns and into a wooded country. Every step was sweet torture for Janet. She saw some early fille in the gardens. Some naked from the shank down, others wore celibacy belted ammunition like hers. One girl was even sweeping a itinerary with her limb spring firmly behind her by using a broom push up her anus.

Janet shuddered as the dildo and butt hype drove her mad. She needed to pee so badly. Then one of the men turned the Butt fire hydrant up to full upper, Janet nearly fell. He turned the dildo to replete speed. Janet screamed wordlessly psst her gap."Nooooo"and a man pressed the button to spread out the pee valve.

The sculptural relief was unimaginable. Better than any climax Janet had ever known, but suddenly the valve snapped shut. Janet glowered angrily.

"Drink then we let you pee again."the man ordered. Janet looked mixed-up then she saw a humble pond fed from a waterfall.

She shook her nous. A Japanese man slapped her tush. Another threatened to slap her human face so she knelt down very carefully and tried to drink.

She lost balance and tipped forward helplessly into the water system, She was drowning. The cold piddle thrilled her erect pap, she couldn't breathe. The Pee valve suddenly opened. She was pissing, cumming and drowning all at the Lapp fourth dimension. Her thinker exploded and everything went dark.

Miss Jones was giving Janet sassing to mouth when Janet came round. They had laid her on a Bench. A Japanese gentleman had his deal in her chastity belt and was rubbing her clit. Two more smartly dressed gentlemen were sucking her teats.

Janet coughed but Miss Jones continued to take a breath into her, flicking her lingua around inside Janet's oral fissure."Welcome back my favorite you fainted,"she cooed.

"Ugggh,"Janet replied.

"I think that is the end of your session gentlemen,"Miss Jones explained as she stood up,"Would you care to return to the building, opt a girlfriend for a private session perhaps ?"she suggested,"modification your trousers perhaps ?"she observed as she saw the tell narration moistness in the private parts sphere which showed they had all cum in their pants.

"Thank you,"they agreed and each bowed to Miss Inigo Jones before walking away towards the briny building.

She watched them go. Miss Robert Tyre Jones undid the bit in Janet's mouth."Oh my Lord !"Janet exclaimed.

"How do you feel ?"Miss Mary Harris Jones asked.

"Oh god, shattered, no Thomas More please !"Janet pleaded.

"What do you desire ?"Miss Jones asked.

"eternal sleep,"Janet explained,"I need to sleep."

"You haven't slept properly for calendar week have you Janet ?"Miss Jones challenged,"Your mind filled with worry about piece of work ?"

"No,"Janet agreed.

"Exactly two hr ago you were a smartly dressed sales executive director stressed beyond reason worrying about work,"Miss John Paul Jones explained,"Now you are a smutty peeing whore who needs to sleep."

"Ok, just let me sleep,"Janet replied.

"But you haven't even been fucked yet,"Miss Jones chided,"Would you like to work out my twat ?"

"Er no, I'm not gay,"Janet insisted.

"But two time of day ago you didn't know you enjoyed pissing did you ?"Miss Jones explained,"I think you need a little drink."

"Seriously I don't,"Janet insisted.

"Oh well there is more than than one way to fill a vesica,"miss Daniel Jones explained.

"What do you think ?"Janet asked, but she saw the Janitor holding a hose."Oh my lord."

"Ha ha, I see you understand,"Miss Jones laughed.

She guided Janet towards the hosepipe reel. The Janitor quickly attached it to the pee underground protruding from Janet's sexual abstention belt and turned the tap on.

Shocking coldness water cascaded into Janet's vesica shocking her immensely. Her belly visibly swelled. He removed the tube and with the valve open the liquidity spilled and splashed on the ground.

"Energy that feel sound ? |"Miss Mary Harris Jones asked.

"No !"Janet lied.

"Of course it did,"girl Jones declared,"Once again if you please Mr Selhurst."

This time young woman John Luther Jones held Janet firmly, crushed her breasts against her chest and kissed Janet on the mouth as her belly filled. Exquisite pain in the ass coursed through her judgment. No buzzing dildos or plug away just the sweet-scented pain in the neck of a swollen constricted vesica and the love life of a woman holding and kissing her.

"I need to pee,"Janet pleaded.

"I need my pussy licked but you won't lick it, so why should I let you pee ?"Miss Inigo Jones observed.

"Ok, Ok I'll do it."Janet agreed. She sank to her knees and ducked her head under missy Mary Harris Jones skirt.

Janet started to lick. Suddenly something ardent splashed her chin and her boob. Miss Inigo Jones was pissing on her. Janet didn't charge she just needed to pee. Suddenly the valve opened and she gasped in transport as her own pee flowed.

Janet eased her tongue between Miss Jones pussy lips,"You can lay off now,"Miss Jones suggested.

"Mmmmm,"she replied and kept trouncing and nibbling.

"Janet,"Miss Daniel Jones exclaimed. But Janet was enjoying the way Miss Jones was responding, she loved the way Miss Jones cunt was becoming moist, she wanted to be in control and urinate missy Jones cum.

"suction me darling, nominate me cum !"

To be continued .