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"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 pee yourself."
"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 pee soooo badly.
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 urine 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 piss sweety."
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 piss 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 pee in peace? Why was I even waiting? Just pee already!
"Honey, you're 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 drop."
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 held.
But her tormenting continued.
"Oh I am so proud of you. Your being such a good girl listening to me."
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 hurt so bad. All that piss 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 young lady, I know how badly you want to. I bet its all wet and needs to be tickled."