Next morning when I got up I did my usual morning chores - teeth, hair, make-up etc. But I didn't go for a pee. My bladder was full after a night's sleep, but I resisted. I had a couple of cups of tea and set off for work.

At work, we always start with a morning drink and a chat, so I had some more tea. My short, black skirt is very sleek and tight, and it was getting uncomfortable. My bladder was getting really full. Still I didn't go to the bathroom.

By mid-morning, when we normally have ANOTHER cup of tea (I'm British, if you haven't guessed!) I was getting pretty agitated. The tensions in my lower stomach and the pressure on my bladder was intense. It was becoming painful. I drank my tea, and went back to my desk. By now I could do no work, but could only concentrate on my bladder.

My legs were crossed tightly, and every time I moved a wave of pressure passed over me.

I couldn't last much longer. I left my desk and walked - very slowly, because every step put pressure on my bladder - to the stationery room, where we keep all our paper and envelopes and stuff. I hitched up my skirt, pulled off my panties and squatted down. It was almost impossible not to let go with a torrent of pee in that position. I was so tense my legs were cramping. I forced myself to start playing with my pussy. I rubbed my finger up and down my slit, gathering up its slippery substances as I went, making my finger smooth and wet. With my index finger I started to circle my clit, rubbing all around it. I was getting so aroused. All the time, my bladder was bursting. It was very exciting to know that I was squatting in the middle of the stationery room, with my skirt around my waist, wanking, while anyone could walk in at any stage. A couple of minutes of circling my clit and stroking my pussy and I was ready to cum. My actions got harder and faster, and my breath quickened. I began to moan - God, not too loud, I hope! - as the waves of orgasm began to sweep up. I was borne away by a shuddering climax, and let rip a loud cry of pleasure and pain as the sensations rippled through me. As I came, I was conscious of a dribble of pee seeping out and onto the carpet. The climax went on, and a few more spurts of pee dropped out. I was having terrible difficulty keeping it in. I was in considerable pain, but the pleasure was intense. Slowly, the waves of passion subsided, but as they did so the flames of pain grew larger.

Squatting like that, I couldn't control myself properly. Another spurt of pee came out of me. By now there was a considerable damp patch on the carpet. I got up and pulled down my skirt. Walking with very short strides, holding my stomach to contain the pain, I set off for the toilet. There, I hitched up my skirt again and unleashed the most enormous torrent of pee imaginable. The feeling was extraordinary. It was like climaxing all over again. It went on for what seemed like minutes....

I told my cyber master all about my adventure that night. Do you think he approved?