yes, mxtress

The first thing I see when I step through the door is the denim jeans laying on a pile on the floor. The dark navy blue patch across the crotch, and running down the leg to a puddle on the floor indicating the site of an accident. Carelessly left as a mess for me to deal with. And punish accordingly. I can hear you moving around in the bathroom as I put your pants in a hamper, you slipping past me into the kitchen with a sheepish look on your face as I mop up your mess.

After I've cleaned up your mess I'm free to come up behind you in the kitchen, subtlety pinning you between me and the counter.

"Did my lovely toy have an accident today?"

You just mumble something incoherent so I rest my hand on your ass to remind you of your position.

"Yes" head hung low only just audible.

*slap* a solid spank.

"Yes mistress" clear and loud enough to be heard.

"That's better. So, you've never had an accident before pet, how do you want me to handle this? I could comfort and support you? Tease you? Degrade and punish? It's all up to you pet what do you need?"

Another mumble *slap* "degrading* *slap* "degrade me please mistress."

"There we go was that so hard pet? Now let's get you up to the bathroom."

I steer you to the bathroom, hand on your waist the entire way there. Using light preasure to keep you moving.

"Onto the toilet now pet, I need to make sure you're not going to have another accident."

"With you watching? That's so embarrassing please don't make me mistress, please?"

"You know the magic words to make me stop and I'm not hearing them. So, be good for me and spread your legs so I know you're doing as you're told."

Slowly and reluctantly your legs spread, revealing yourself fully to me.

"You will be allowed privacy when you learn to hold, now however you just need to be good for me and let it all out. I know your accident was only a leak you must still be so full." The teasing tone easily accompanied by my hand firmly pressed against your bladder.

It starts with just a dribble. The slightest trickle into the water. So quickly a full stream of pee is flowing strong into the toilet. A clear show of just how extremely desperate you were, even as you hold your hands over your face in embarrassment. A small moan escapes your lips from sheer relief at the release of preasure. My chuckle at hearing the sound just causes you to burry your face further into your hands. Eventually the stream starts to fade until only a few drips remain.

"Perfect, don't you feel so much better now?"

You just nod you head and reach for your underwear.