Posted by Scenario on October 27, 2000 at 04:10
Permission
I am standing on the porch of my mothers house praying that my light summer dress can cover the flood that is about to occur, the door is open but I can’t see mum anywhere come on where are you. There she is “oh hi well come in love” OH I mutter thank you and hurry inside.
Damm she asked me how I was so I have to go back –so close to the loo as well- I sand there squirming pleading with my eyes , Mum looks at me “we talk in a minute hurry along you silly girl” I turn holding my self through my skirt and rush gratefully to the loo.
Now you are probably wondering what is going on why did I risk –and in the past actually do- wetting myself when I had every opportunity to relieve myself? The answer is simple and extremely complex I had to have permission to go some indication suggesting I was excused. Of course the reverse is also true and a negative response means I have to wait.
Further explanation is in order but where to begin, at the beginning I suppose in school to be precise I would be 14 I think when the idea first came to me what if the rule of asking permission to leave the room was mandatory in life a lady and we could not pee unless given permission
At that age of course you do have to wait but by 17 I was still doing it and if refused I wold not go, I had to be creative positive comment or gesture mean yes negative no but the last was always valid . for example if I said “wont be a minutes” and made to leave the room and the teacher said something like “could you drop this off on the way “ I had to complete the errand on the way before I went not after which would be on the way back.
Then Marie came into our lives the beautiful French teacher graceful lovely and target of all male affection all the girls had crushes on her to one degree or another and I was no exception. One day in late June I was sitting in Marie class and in some difficulty I had not managed to get the math’s master to say anything that could be construed as positive for my purposes and had even been told to hurry along to my next class so no chance to use the ladies during the break.
After a bit I had to try with Marie I was busting and could not hide it any more my fidgeting and pained expression had been noticed by the girl next to me, now the girls knew I had the habit of waiting but not why so it was not always easy to hide what I was up to.
Anyway I needed to make a move –we were seniors and could just leave when we had too- “I won’t be a minute I just need to…” Marie replied “ hang on a minute can you this next bit is important “
Something of a dilemma is she giving permission or taking it away well I Need to go badly but it was important for Marie that I stay so I sat back down arranging my skirt pulling it into folds on my lap to hide the a quick squeeze between my legs.
Little aside here sorry but I am a bit nervous I wore a black skirt full and long with regulation box pleats this allowed me to hide a lot of leg crossing, holding and general fidgeting that my philosophy caused far better than an another length or style would allow.
I waited and waited we passed the important masculine and feminine verb structure but still no mention of my release, at last Marie said “ok on with your reading, Lucy you …” then someone interrupted her she looked away. By now I was getting frantic I was about to wet myself simply could not wait much longer.
Jane leaned over and said “Just Go she won’t mind” Oh thank you, I thought and hurried form my seat just as I got to the door “sorry Lucy just a quick announcement” I squirmed and had to stand cross legged and bounce around for control did this woman want me to piss myself.
Marie’ told us about some shots arranged for next week and than said with a deviating smile “ok off you go”
Hobbling to the ladies all I could think was how turned on I was falling in love with Marie even as I felt the latest spurt run down my leg. That was it for me I knew then that had Marie said take your seat for any reason I would have , It would have been wet soon after but I would have done as she asked.
Well that is the start I will never leave the room now unless I have permission , to what lengths you may ask well, job lost by wetting at an interview, £450 brides made dress –shot taffeta soaked in public. And of course the accidents caused by people working out my foible such as when my youngest sister made me wet myself at our mother birthday party by countermanding all positive comments .
Well better go now let me know if you want to know more.
I’ll just be on my way if that’s ok with you……
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