Part 4
A week went by and I had not heard from Sir. Desperate for a release, I decided to email him.
Dear Sir, this is your humble slave. I'm writing to beg you to let me cum. Please send me your instructions as soon as possible. Sincerely, Slave
Unfortunately, I had to wait about a day before I got a response. And it was simple. I was supposed to drink as much water as I could. And then I was supposed to not pee for at least an hour. The third part of the instructions were to strip to my tiny bikini briefs and wet myself. Sir told me that he wanted three videos to prove that I followed his instructions. The first video would be showing me drinking water. I was supposed to shoot the clock as well so he could see what time it was. The second video needed to show that at least an hour had passed. The final video was to show me struggling to hold it until finally letting it go.
Well, I did what he asked. I ran to the faucet and started gulping down water. As instructed, I got a video of me drinking and of the clock showing the time. After what felt like 8 cups, my stomach was starting to become bloated. I didn't have to go to the bathroom, so I took a little bit more water in and then I went about my business.
After 20 minutes or so I really had to go to the bathroom. I had to wait another 30 minutes to get a video of the clock and me dancing around like I had to go to the bathroom. By now I was really struggling to hold it. I got the video and then I stripped to my bikini underwear and laid on the floor.
Thankfully my floors are wood so it would be easy to clean up. The camera was on a tripod facing down at me so I could get a perfect shot of my tummy and my bikini underwear as I writhed around trying to hold it for a few more minutes.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I just stopped struggling and let it go. Truthfully, it was harder to do it on camera and in the middle of the floor then I thought it would be. It was like a subliminal reaction preventing me from doing it. But once it started to flow there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was so powerful I could hear it.
It seemed like it went on forever. And as I got to the last bit I squeezed and could hear the last few drops rushing out.
My undies were soaked and the floor around me was all wet. It didn't really smell because it was mostly water.
After I changed and wiped upped the urine on the floor, I uploaded the three videos to my computer and sent them to Sir.
About an hour later, Sir responded saying, "Good boy, you earned the right to cum." He also said that he was going to share the third video with a group of people he knew who liked water sports. The idea of being humiliated in front of a bunch of strangers sort of turned me on. I wondered what they would think.
But I didn't wander too long, because I had business to do and quickly began masturbating.