Extract from Knickers and Boots

I waited. There were plenty of messages coming up on the main screen, but I was barely aware of them, more of the muscles of my pussy and lower belly twitching and the curious way my frillies suddenly felt tight. I was praying he wanted to play, but the shame of having asked if he didn't was growing quickly stronger as the computer clock showed one minute pass, then a second.

A new box flicked into existence on my screen, The Master, Stephen Stanbrook.

The Master: 'I understand that you deserve to be punished?'

Poppet: 'Yes, Master.'

The Master: 'I will punish you. First, a few questions. How tall are you?'

Poppet: 'Five feet, one inch, Master.'

The Master: 'Describe your figure.'

Poppet: 'Fairly petite, Master.'

The Master: 'In more detail.'

Poppet: '36D-24-34, Master.'

The Master: 'Busty then, and a full bottom.'

Poppet: 'Yes. I'm always told I have a cheeky bottom. Someone once said it was I was an "English Pear".'

The Master: 'Good. You're being honest with me. A liar will always pretend to be fashionably slim. That's important. Don't forget to address me properly.'

Poppet: 'Sorry, Master.'

The Master: 'That's better. Now, your face?'

Poppet: 'I have curly black hair, quite short, a round face, big brown eyes, and a nose like a pig, Master.'

The Master: 'A nose like a pig?'

Poppet: 'A snub nose, Master.'

The Master: 'That's better, Poppet. You must learn never to put yourself down.'

Poppet: 'Yes, Master.'

The Master: 'You are to be punished now. As you have such a delightful bottom, it's a shame I can't be there to spank it. I could make you do it, or course, but I have something better in mind. What are you wearing?'

Poppet: 'A baby-doll, Master, blue.'

The Master: 'A shame. No doubt you look very sweet, but I would have preferred something more everyday, because, Poppet, as your punishment you are going to pee in your clothes.'

Poppet: 'Pee, Master? Sitting in front of the computer, as I am?'

The Master: 'Yes.'

I knew we were playing, so did he. That didn't stop the now frantic fluttering in my tummy. I was going to wet myself, because he told me too, in my knickers and all over the chair.

'Gabby, get a splash mat from the playroom, please.'

'You are going to do it?'

'Yes.'

'You could pretend.'

'I don't want to.'

She gave an understanding nod and pushed her chair back, to nip smartly into the playroom and emerge a moment later with the biggest of our plastic sheets. I stood up, allowing her to spread the sheet and wheel the chair onto it. As I sat down I was typing again.

Poppet: 'I'm ready, Master.'

The Master: 'Good. Do it when you feel the need, and tell me how it feels.'

It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the gentle pressure in my bladder. I held it, savouring that awful moment when it's about to happen, when you know you can stop it, stop being so dirty, so messy, so.

I let go. Pee spurted into my frillies, hot and wet as it soaked in over the bulge of my pussy and down between my bum cheeks. My mouth came open in a long, satisfied sigh, and then I had leant forward and was typing frantically as my pee bubbled out underneath me, now flowing freely.

By the time I'd finished I was soaking, My bum felt squashy and wet in my sodden frillies and it was dripping off the sides of the chair. As I sent the message I wiggled in it, rubbing my bum in my own pee to really bring home the feelings of what I'd done. Then it was on the screen, and I was reading my own words, my own confession.

Poppet: 'I'm wetting my knickers now, Master. I can feel the pee coming out, and it's too late to stop. I'm wet, really wet. I've wet myself, Master, because you told me to, to punish me. Now I'm sitting in a pair of soggy knickers, and it's still coming, more and more. Thank you, Master, thank you for making me wet my knickers.'

I was reading it over and over as the last of my pee trickled out into the sodden gusset of my frillies. I'd done it, and it felt so good, too good not to finish myself off. He answered.

The Master: 'Now, stand up, pull your wet panties well up your bottom and stay that way, at attention, until I say otherwise.'

I'd was busy stroking my pussy through the wet gusset of my frillies, and didn't answer. He could think I had obeyed or not. I had better things to do.

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