Chapter 2: Verity Stripes Demonstrates

For some reason as Carrie entered the oven she was reminded of the end of one of the educational videos...

“Hi. I’m Verity Stripes who some of you might recognise, but for those who don’t live in the East I used to present the early evening news on East-TV. You will be watching this video because you are considering self administration, so I will be showing you what is involved in the procedure and cover the key things you need to know.” Said Verity to camera as she walked up to the meat service facility.

The camera turned as Verity walked past and stood in front of the modern glass fronted meat service processing building.

Verity continued. “This is it, or somewhere similar to where you will be attending. The first thing to think about before you attend is what you are going to wear. The rules are strict that you must wear a skirt or dress, and you cannot wear Knickers or any other bifurcated garment beyond the reception area. I am wearing one of my favourite news-reading mini dresses, and like most women today...”

Verity gently lifted the front of her dress exposing her dark minge.

“ ... I never wear knickers. While you can take your knickers off in reception and put them in in the supplied bin, going knickerless for the first time at the meat service facility is just a distraction you really want to avoid. If you normally wear trousers a lot think about moving to only wearing skirts and dresses a few weeks before you attend, and if you wear knickers think about going commando at least a week before you attend. The time leading up can be very life changing, and being knickerless can make spontaneous sex a lot easier!” Verity continued, finishing with a cheeky smile.

Verity let her dress fall back in to place and was handed a bottle of spring water.

“You will of course have a lot to think about, but drinking is very important. You want to keep yourself as hydrated as possible. Just keep drinking little and often, and keep your bladder full. Now is not the time to worry about wetting yourself, people will understand. If a little trickles down your legs chances are no one will notice.”

Verity took a big swig from her bottle and the camera panned down and zoomed in showing that Verity was gently wetting herself, just letting a little trickle run down her legs.

As the camera panned back up Verity continued smiling. “Just a little trickle to release the pressure. Don’t think about using the toilet - the temptation to empty your bladder completely will be too tempting.”

Verity turned and made her way in to reception passing a large perspex bin half full of discarded knickers on her way to the front desk.

“Here is the knicker bin. There is no doubt what has to go in here should you still be wearing them. As soon as you arrive make yourself known to the receptionist. She will be expecting you.”

Verity turned to the smiling receptionist.

“Hi. I’m Verity Stripes.” said Verity.

The receptionist responded. “Yes, we have you down for self administration at ten thirty, but we are running about fifteen minutes behind time today. Can you confirm you have taken the self-administration training?”

“Yes.” Said Verity.

The receptionist enquired again. “Are you aware of the penalty charges that may be incurred, and are you free of bifurcated garments?”

Verity smiled, said. “Yes.”, and lifted the front of her dress.

The receptionist smiled again and gestured towards the seating area. “Please take a seat.”

Verity moved to the seating area and sat down. There were two other women sitting and waiting too.

Sitting, Verity continued. “Waiting times are typically from ten minutes to an hour, so you will not have to wait long. It is a nice quiet time when you can compose yourself, and continue drinking. Water is available from the fountain, but probably best to bring your own in a bottle. There are always plenty of magazines here so there is really no need to bring anything to read.”

Verity took a long swig from her water bottle before placing it on the table beside her and picking up a magazine. The camera panned down as a trickle of pee ran off the back of Verity’s chair.

As the camera panned back up Verity looked up from her magazine. “Once beyond reception there are no toilets, so you only have the option to wet yourself if the pressure gets too great.”

Verity smiled and a hiss could be heard as she peed again.

The silence was broken by the Tannoy clearly announcing. “Veronica Brown to door three please.”

One of the seated women wearing a nurses uniform stood and smartly made her way to door three and passed through.

“Just need to wait now.” Said Verity smiling.

The video faded out.

As the video faded back in the Tannoy announced. “Verity Stripes to door two please.”

Verity put down her magazine on the table, picked up her water bottle and drunk it all down.

“Time to go in.” Verity said as she stood up.

There were now a few more women sitting in the waiting room as Verity made her way to door two with a noticeable wet patch on the back of her dress.

Once in the administering room Verity resumed her commentary. “As you can see we came in door two, door one is over there. This room has facilities for two women to self-administer concurrently. The process is reasonably straightforward and everything I need is here on the right hand side of the room. Now of course everything is time critical, so there is little time to prevaricate. Once here you just need to get on with it. You only have five minutes from being called to being ready to exit the room. Obviously we are filming here today so things will not be quite as quick as normal because I want to show you as much as possible, but five minutes is sufficient time if you are relaxed and have your head together before you come in.”

Verity picked up the gun from the side table. “If the gun has been recently used it will be warm, but it may well be cold so feel the muzzle and gently warm it in your hand.”

Verity fondled the muzzle of the gun as she walked over to the wall.

“There is a green square marked out on the floor here around the drain.” said Verity as the camera panned down to the floor. “Just stand with your back to the wall and your feet neatly either side of the drain.”

Verity continued to fondle the muzzle of the gun as door one opened and the camera turned to see a blonde hippy girl came in wearing a flowing white dress.

In silence the hippy girl picked up the gun from the side table on the left of the room, walked over to stand with her back to the wall and stood with her feet neatly either side of the drain. Briefly she closed her eyes before lifting the front of her dress and pressing the gun in to her pussy hidden by the folds of her skirt. She held the gun in position, and as she lifted her head back, staring at the ceiling, she discharged the gun.