get wet

KATALINA 

I was reading a fashion magazine before the secretary brought in the tea. Confused and feeling weird in my mouth, I sat down and continued. 

A while later, the office started feeling warm. I looked up and saw that the AC units were still working. I didn't even need to look up, if I listened carefully, I'd hear their humming vibes. 

Thinking that it was because I refused to remove the trench coat, I decided to bear with it as I didn't want to be half-naked in front of him. 

Another 4 minutes, and it started feeling like I was wrapped in an oven. Sweat gathered on my forehead, and I started feeling dizzy. It would be stupid to end up with a heat stroke while in a fully air-conditioned room. I let the trench coat slide down my back, halfway. 

The cooling breeze of the AC nearly made me moan. 

I turned to look at him. He was in a three-piece suit with his white shirt buttoned to his jugular. But it didn't look like he was feeling hot.

I picked up the remote for the unit close to me and increased it... 

A while later, I couldn't bear it anymore and removed the coat. The cold chill from the room was soothing for a while, but I soon started feeling hotter than when I was wearing the coat. The heat wasn't coming from outside. It was from inside me. I was sweating and felt itchy between my legs. I needed to pee. 

I stood up and walked over to the restroom. I turned the knob but it was locked. Puzzled, I picked up the coat and wore it again. I was going to use the secretary's restroom or the green room’s toilet. I knew where they were. 

Getting to the door, it was also locked. 

What is going on? 

I stole a glance at him. His head was bent, and his fingers continuously flew across his computer keyboard. He seemed to be fully concentrating on what he was doing. Distracting him wasn't a good idea, but I was really pressed. 

“Huracio," I whispered in a low voice. 

He casually glanced up and raised his brows. 

“The door is locked. I need to go out." 

“Go and sit down." He replied and continued working. 

“I need to pee. Your restroom is locked." I explained, thinking he misunderstood. 

“You can pee on your body." 

“What?" 

He couldn't possibly mean what he said, right? 

“Huracio, I can't pee on the floor!" 

He reclined on his chair and crossed his legs and arms. 

"It's my office. I don't mind.” 

This isn't right. Has he gone crazy? No. He is already crazy. It's just getting worse. How does one talk a crazy person down? 

“Look, I can't run away. The building is filled with your people. Okay, just give me two minutes. If I don't come back in two minutes, you can come and look for me. Better still, let your secretary follow me. What about that?” Sounding enthusiastic, I quickly listed fixable options that I hoped sounded reasonable. I was so pressed down there, that talking became tricky. Any wrong move and I would start leaking. 

“No.” He mumbled. I almost didn't hear him. 

“No? Huracio, stop joking around. I can't hold on much longer!” I gasped as the heat in between my legs increased. At this point, I was standing with my thighs pressed together and I could feel some moisture gradually building up down there. Noting the slightly lopsided smile on his face, I became suspicious. Was this the punishment he prepared for me? 

"What is going on?” I gasped and doubled down, trying to suppress the urge to pee. 

"You promised to obey everything I say, didn't you?” He raised his eyebrows and gave me a knowing smile. 

"This is my punishment? Pissing on my body is my punishment?” I gasped, unable to comprehend his words. 

"If you want to, that's also cool. I only asked you to pee on the floor.” He scored his hands like some righteous saint, avoiding defamation. 

I didn't even know what to say. Completely befuddled, I just glared at him. 

“Is that all you feel?” He continued with a smug on his face. "Remove your coat and tell me how you feel. “ 

"What?” I whimpered as a chill went up my spine. 

Indeed, that wasn't all I felt. I felt hot on the inside and the cold from the room made my skin tingly, and sensitive. I had the urge to scratch my pussy, but was waiting to get to the restroom to do it. My nipples were taut and aching. They felt like I was on my period. Except I wasn't. I had the urge to touch them but kept resisting. 

But how did he know? I was careful not to appear restless. 

“I guess the dosage was too low." A slight frown creased his brows, then disappeared. 

The dosage? What dosage? A bulb turned on in my head. The tea! 

Chills. 

I should have known! 

“What did you do to the tea, Huracio? What are you trying to do to me?" My voice shook in trepidation. 

I had suspected that he would make me strip dance for him, then fuck me like a whore. I thought that was the punishment he had reserved for me. Never in a million years would I have suspected that getting drugged would be part of the punishment. 

 

With my concentration shaken, I couldn't stay composed anymore. The pressure between my legs doubled. I really needed to go! 

“Huracio, please. At least, let me go pee." I gasped in pain, wriggling my thighs together. 

“If you let it go, it will feel very good. I promise. Just do it." 

“Argh." 

Hearing him say that, my will was really shaken. But I pressed my legs together and resisted. 

He stood up and walked over. He placed his hands on my shoulders and started removing the coat. I tried to resist, but the moment our skin touched, mine sizzled and I shrunk away with a gasp. 

"Don't touch me!” I whimpered, suppressing the urge to moan. 

“Your punishment is to be my whore. You are not allowed to resist. Pee on the floor now.”

His voice was firm and commanding. His dark, angry eyes dared me to disobey. My mental state crumbled, and my body shivered. 

As the pee slipped out, a sharp sting mixed with a strange sensation I couldn't place shot through my body. It was as if I was struck by lightning. I shivered, and quickly crouched down, not wanting to get wet.