Peed At Meeting

My bitch of a boss forces me to pee in front of a room of coworkers.

I hate my boss, Susan. She uses every opportunity to call out my mistakes in front of everyone, ridicule me around colleagues and basically just make my life hell.

I am Amber, 32 years old, divorced and raising three kids on my own. I work at a medium size marketing firm in a city and have been there three years. I make decent money, enough for the kids to play sports and have new clothes. However, I don’t know where my ex-husband lives and have not seen a dime of child support for years. I need this job as we live paycheck to paycheck.

Last week, I was scheduled for a one-day seminar, away from the office. There would be about 14 in attendance with most of the top executives of the business being there. I knew I would need to make an impression and dressed in white leggings, a skirt and a blouse. I was hoping one of the top executives would take notice of some of my work and get me away from Susan.

I arrived at the place about 15 minutes early. On the way, I picked up a large coffee to steady my nerves, drinking the whole cup on the 20-minute drive. The room was nice with long tables and cushioned chairs set up. Susan handed me a cup of coffee and told me I was sitting next to her.

Our first break was about two hours after the start of the seminar and I had to pee bad. When I got out of the chair, Susan ordered me to sit back down as she had some items for later that day to go over. I explained to her I just needed a few minutes to go to the bathroom, but she ordered me to sit and started shoving a schedule to me. When everybody came back into the room, I noticed Susan locked the door with a key card.

My bladder was uncomfortable by this point, but I did not want to make a scene. Just before lunch, Susan announced food and drink was being brought in as the group would work through lunch. I quietly told Susan I needed to go to the bathroom, but she shushed me. When the food arrived, she unlocked the door with the key card and as the delivery men left, she again locked the door.

I ate little of the lunch and drank nothing. Susan noticed, handing me a giant bottle of water and told me to drink it. I got about half of the bottle down when I felt my bladder start to squirt out a little amount of piss. I crossed my legs, trying to shut it off and begged Susan to allow me to leave just for a few minutes to go to the bathroom. She angrily told me we were in the middle of a working lunch and I could not leave.

Susan made me walk around and pick up the dishes and water bottles after everyone had finished. This movement only made my bladder worse. Once everything was picked up, Susan announced we were all going to participate in a “team building exercise”. She picked me to show the exercise to the group. I stood in front of everyone, extended my hands up as she told me and was grabbed my one of the men around the waist. Susan walked behind us, explaining how this would build morale. All of a sudden, Susan reached around the man and started to tickle me under the arms.

I screamed but the man held me tighter. I started to feel the piss release from my bladder, shooting through my panties and begin to soak my tights. I tried to get away or put my hands down, but the man was holding me tighter as the pee started down my leg. My white tights were beginning to darken with the liquid and I heard gasps from around the room. The piss was now running down my leg and into my boots I was wearing. Nobody got out of their chair to help and I could almost hear the pee pushing out of me with force.

The man holding me finally let go when his crotch area started to become wet with my piss. By now, I could not shut it off even if I wanted. Droplets of yellow pee was forming on my tights as they had soaked through completely.

“Oh my God Amber, what are you doing,” Susan exploded. “You are peeing all over the carpet. Go to the bathroom.”

Susan grabbed my arm and led me to the door. Using the card, she unlocked the door and pushed me out into the hallway.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she hissed. “Go get cleaned up you stupid bitch.”

I ran down to a bathroom while piss continued to push out of me. Once I could find the bathroom, I ducked into a stall, pulling my boots and soaked leggings off. I sat there crying on a toilet while my bladder emptied finally. My leggings were soaked as was my skirt and my boots were full also.

I sat there, bawling uncontrollably when I heard the bathroom door open.

“Amber, where are you,” Susan yelled as I heard her come into the bathroom. I could hear her high heels clicking on the tile floor as she walked towards the stall where I was. She pushed open my door, finding me sitting there, crying.

“You ruined the whole seminar,” she said. “Obviously, you need to go home and get cleaned up instead of coming back to the room. God, you are either five years old and need a diaper or you planned this to make me look bad. Maybe you have a piss fetish we all did not know about and wanted to do this in front of your coworkers.”

I did not know what to say and was crying so hard, I felt like I was going to throw up.

“If you really wanted piss to bad, you need to go home soaked,” Susan said with anger in her voice.
Just then, Mark, one of the executives stepped into view of the stall, his cock out.

“Piss on her Mark, she obviously likes it,” Susan said.

Mark’s dick started to spray a stream of hot urine into my face as Susan smiled.