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Chapter 9

I didn’t bear to look, but I could feel and hear the sound of pee flooding into my blue jeans. All I could do was look at my mom, who looked back at me and the rapidly growing wet spot on my pants with shame. I didn’t expect her to be home this early, and definitely didn’t want her seeing my do this.

It felt like an eternity. The wet warmth of my pee covered every inch of my legs and soaked into my shoes. I could hear the drips from my pants cuff hit the ground as a puddle formed underneath my feet. But mostly, I could feel the disappointment of my mother as if it were physically penetrating my skin. She was speechless for longer than I wished she was, but when she finally spoke, I knew what I was in for.

Mom: I knew it. 

Joanna: What? Knew what Mom it was just an accident, I thought I could make it home but there was an accident on the drive home!

Mom: Not just this accident Joanna, but I know now you were lying about the wet clothes I found this morning. 

Oh shit. She’s seeing through me like a plane of glass. I started scrambling.

Joanna: No mom everything I said was true! I didn’t pee myself it was just a prank!

Mom: Oh, see I thought you said you did pee yourself they just wouldn’t let you go?

Goddamnit, I’m so bad at lying. 

Joanna: Yeah… that’s what I meant!

Mom: Stop lying to me Joanna.

Joanna: Okay I admit I had another accident last night but-

Mom: Just one? I found two wet articles of clothing Joanna.

Joanna: Fine I admit I had two accidents last night. I don't know why, maybe I’m just stressed out or something!

Mom: Oh cut the shit Joanna, I know you can be a little bit of an attention seeker sometimes so if you are peeing yourself for attention I really think you need to rethink your life choices.

Joanna: Wha...Excuse me!? You actually think I’m doing this for attention?? They’re just genuine accidents that’s all!

Mom: Joanna, you can either admit to seeking attention, or we start potty training you like a toddler right now. So stop your bullshit excuses and give me the straight truth.

Well this was a tough spot, but really only for my pride. I either let my Mom think she’s right and hang my head in shame for “pretending” to have accidents for attention, or I stick to the truth and get potty trained. Potty training definitely could not happen, as that would effectively end my arrangement with Daddy just a day after it’s begun. So I had no other choice, I hung my head and with my best sad voice “confessed”.

Joanna: Fine. You’re right Mom. I thought wetting myself might make people notice me and symposize for me but I was wrong. It was just embarrassing. I’ll stop, I promise.

I kept my head down, waiting for her to scold me more.

Mom: ...Good. Thank you for admitting it, and don’t lie to me next time. 

My head came up but she was already walking away. I stood still in my puddle of pee, my soaked pants no longer warm and starting to get quite uncomfortable. She called out from the other room.

Mom: Clean yourself up, and clean your pee off my front step. 

Joanna: Yes Mom.

She stuck her head out from the doorway and looked at me with her finger out, pointing.

Mom: Oh and Joanna, if these accidents do keep happening, it’s not just potty training anymore. You’ll be back in diapers until you can get your act together. So know that before you go seeking more attention. 

I remained frozen, still in shock from the whole encounter, until the watch buzzed with a text message from Daddy.

Hello Joanna, tonight we will be meeting at the apartment. Don’t worry about dressing up as I figured after last night we’d just have a relaxing night in. Come when you would come for work. See you soon, Daddy.

I smiled at the screen and walked inside, my shoes squishing with every step. I grabbed some towels, cleaned up the puddle and patted my legs so they wouldn’t drip as I walked. Then I cleaned up in a nice hot shower, and started getting ready for “work”. The watch reminded me to drink more so I did, drinking even more than what I needed too as I wanted to be ready for Daddy’s night. 

When I was finishing up my makeup I started to feel a familiar grumbling in my stomach. It wasn’t until that moment that I remembered I couldn’t just pee in my pants, I had to do...the other one too. I suddenly got very nervous, I hadn’t even imagined messing myself until this moment, and what was worse was there was no timer on the watch for it. I was totally in the dark to how long I had, something I guess was normal for everyone, but for me, after having such reliance on the watch for peeing (even though every time I peed its always been because time ran out), not knowing how long I had before I shit myself kind of scared me. It is what Daddy wants though, so that’s what I’ll do, otherwise I don’t get paid.

I said goodbye to my Mom and head out. I told her she wouldn’t have to worry about me on work days anymore as I liked eating with my friend before work. Not exactly a lie, Daddy was kind of a “friend”, at least that’s how I justified it to myself. Since I had to leave in my work dress, I packed a couple of shirts and pairs of pants. Multiple since wetting one of them would be inevitable.

Daddy sent me the address and I started the drive over. I could tell my the image on google maps that it was fancy, and the location was perfect. He said to just pull up to the front, and the valet would park my car for me. The drive wasn’t that far, but the closer I got the more grumbly and tight my tummy got. 

I parked outside like he told me, and awkwardly handed my keys to the valet, something I’d never done before that moment. I walked inside and buzzed for Daddy’s room.

Daddy: Hello?

Joanna: I’m here Daddy

Daddy: Wonderful, come on up!

I heard the sound of the door unlocking and pushed in. He was on the very top suite, 40th floor. The elevator ride up was long, but through my tummy grumbles that time let me have a moment to think about what I would act like tonight. Daddy said we were in a “Daddy dom, little girl” relationship. That must mean he wants me to act little, right? I didn’t know how little, probably the age of someone who’s wetting their pants all the time. I figured if I act like a 3 or 4 year old that might be what he’s looking for. I won’t go all in, I’ll sprinkle it in here and there. Besides, I didn’t do any of that last night, so I’ll try tonight and see how he likes it. Hey if I do well, maybe I’ll get another bonus…

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