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The Sugar Baby (Chapter 8)
🕑 Added 2018-09-07 18:59:59 +0000 UTC Chapter 8I decided to go out for a little splurge shopping, get my mind off the coming conversation between my mom and I. I don’t like like lying to her, but in this case I had no other choice.
Instead of eating at home, I figured I could go and have a nice breakfast out. Seeing as I now had some disposable income, I chose a fancy brunch place by the mall I had only ever heard about and seen pictures of. When I walked in I felt a little underdressed wearing only jeans and a t-shirt, and awkward to be eating alone, but once I sat down in my booth none of that mattered.
I had a beautiful stack of waffles and a few more lattes than I probably should’ve had, but when I finished up I felt more satisfied than I had for a breakfast in a long time. After paying I started making my way out to go do my shopping, but stopped to ask the hostess where the washroom was. I needed to pee so I headed over to the washroom and went into a stall. My hands reached to the waistband of my blue jeans when all of a sudden the watch started vibrating and blasting out some sort of alarm sound.
I looked to the screen of the watch, it said:
You are about to violate the agreement set between you and Daddy. Proceeding with cause your salary to drastically decrease. Continuing this action is NOT advised.
Truthfully, I was on a sort of autopilot and totally forgot that, even though I wasn’t with him, I still had to hold up my end of the deal. How the watch knew I was about to sit on the toilet I don’t know, but it was there to keep me in line.
I left the stall and just washed my hands out of habit. Looking to the watch it said I had over an hour and a half before losing control, so I felt okay continuing my day out. I left the restaurant and walked into the mall.
There were a couple of things I wanted to get, mainly new clothes to flatter Daddy. I headed into my favorite fancy shops and tried on everything I liked, not even bothering to check the price tag. After making a few stops, the watch buzzed to remind me to stay hydrated and that I was expected to drink 2 glasses of water within the next half hour. Slightly annoyed, since I already had to pee, I begrudgingly bought a water bottle and drank what was required. The watch had a little progress bar just like the pee that let me know if I had drank enough, and once it filled up I stopped drinking.
Before I got to all the places I had wanted to shop I realized I was getting quite squirmy and crossing my legs without even realizing. I checked the watch which said:
Bladder 91% Full. Estimated time: 00:34:15.
Damn, I really wanted to get some other shopping done but any longer here and I was either going to pee myself in the mall or in my car, both places I did not want to do so. The drive home would be around 15 minutes, so if I left now I would have time to get into the shower and pee myself there, with time to spare. So I walked back through the mall to my car, got in and started the drive back home.
Everything was running smooth until I had to get onto the major road leading to my house. The exit was backed up like crazy, and before I knew what it was I had already committed to getting on. I was inching forward when I could look ahead and see the whole road backed up. It looked like a bad accident at the intersection I had to turn off on, and only one lane to go either direction.
I pushed my legs together tightly and looked at the watch, starting to get a little nervous.
Bladder 100% Full. Estimated time: 00:15:02
The traffic was moving, but not fast enough. This was like the last leg of my journey home and usually it only took 5 minutes to get from here to home, but things were not looking good. Slowly I moved closer and closer to the intersection, my leg bouncing and my left hand digging into my crotch. I could see the police moving people along, and saw the full extent of the car accident, which did not look good.
Curiously I took my hand out of my crotch to look at my watch, but as soon as I pulled my hand out a first splash of pee soaked into my panties. Frantically I shot my hand back down, and felt a little wet spot form on my light blue jeans. Finally, I drove past the officers and into my neighbourhood. I went as fast as the speed limit allowed me and pulled into my driveway. Without even worrying to grab my shopping bags, I ran to the door and fumbled with my keys. Of course, I managed to grab the right key for a second before dropping them all on the ground. I cursed and jerked down fastly to pick them up.
That was a mistake, as soon as I bent over a long stream of pee escaped into my jeans, creating an even bigger wet spot. I grabbed my keys and shot back upright, placing both hands into my thighs. Fortunately, I managed to get a grip on it before completely wetting myself in front of my neighbours, but I knew I didn’t have long.
The key entered the deadbolt and just before I could open the door, it swung open from the inside. I looked up in shock to see my mom standing right there in the doorway.
Joanna: Mom! You’re home early-
The end of my sentence was cut off by the buzz and beeps of my watch. My moms face turned to shock, and I didn’t dare look down.
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Comments
D. Karch
I'm really loving this story so far. I'm definitely not a pants wetting lover, I like stories of enforced diaper punishment mostly, but this is a great story and it intrigues me how it will progress.
