“Just piss here we don’t have all day,” Miss Jones urged. “Janet,” Miss Jones exclaimed. She gripped the support rail firmly, squatted down and began to pee. She pulled on a pair of white latex glove
“Just relax Janet, your company is paying a lot of money for your treatment,” the doctor explained, “You need to relax, de stress, let things happen and most of all enjoy it.”
Miss Jones carefully cleaned Janet’s feet carefully wiping them dry before slipping the black shoes onto her feet. Pride of place was a big padded pregnancy chair with leather restraints and foot rests which swung wide. A firm push from the Janitor’s knee against it and it was firmly embedded right up to its outer flange stretching her almost beyond reason. “Now don’t be silly, you don’t want piss soaked stockings round your feet do you?” the Doctor suggested. “Nooooo” and a man pressed the button to open the pee valve. “Kick your shoes off dear,” Miss Jones ordered. Janet was becoming anxious, the need to pee was starting to impinge on her ability to work. The building stood on a mountainside among young pine trees. A single cut and her suspender belt fluttered to the ground. She punched in an instruction. “What do you want?” Miss Jones asked. Every step was sweet torture for Janet.
