Ferdy was in agony. This was the fourth glass of orange juice he had been told to drink today, on top of the litre of water he had consumed. He was not sure why his mistress was in such a foul mood but in a mood she was. His cock throbbed from the chastity device inserted in to his urethra. While his trousers and pants would remain dry his bladder was full, painful and tender. He knew to ask for permission to relieve himself would be denied. Even when she said he could she would just allow a small release of his stored up urine. His only hope was to be a good quiet slave and appeal to her better nature. He knew she loved to see him desperate to pee.

Ferdy obliged as the mistress told him to stand in the corner and undress. His bladder throbbed and his hands instinctively went to his cock to hold himself as he took off his underpants. His hand was whipped but no
sound did he make. He knew he was forbidden to touch himself and now his agony would be prolonged. He knew his pee would not escape but the urge
to soothe his aching groin was involuntary and quick. His resolve to stand still was weakening, he pee danced slightly stopping quickly. He so urgently had to piss but he knew if he moved he would be denied, whipped and told to wait.

“Does Ferdy need a wee wee?” His mistress asked mockingly.

Ferdy nodded, hoping that the anxious look was not in his eyes. He had never been this bursting to pee ever. Never had mistress made him
wait this long or drink so much fluid.

“Has Ferdy been a good boy?”

God she was toying with him. Ferdy nodded again, desperate to pee, desperate to shout out that he had to relieve himself. He would not care at
the moment if he peed himself just he wanted relief so badly.


Mistress took up the key to the belt. Ferdy’s bladder spasmed in its need. Ferdy tried to stand still.

“Do we need this Ferdy?” mistress waved the key.

Ferdy nodded, his resolve to stand still was weakening, he clenched his legs, knowing mistress would not approve but he was not in control. His bladder felt like it would explode. His cock was throbbing madly.


Mistress fondled his cock as she released the lock. Ferdy knew he had to hold in the pee, weeing on the mistress was a whippable offence. he could not touch his cock, it longed to be grabbed, longed to be held to allow his muscles to relax.

“Thank you mistress” he said willing her to say he could move to pee.


Ferdy pleaded with his eyes. Please mistress they begged I cannot wait any longer.

“Ferdy you may pee in the mug”.

Ferdy noticed a small mug on the table. Ferdy took the mug and peed to the top, his bladder still full, his hand clamping off the flow, the only time he was truly allowed to touch himself.

Mistress replaced the chastity lock.

“Drink this slave.”

Ferdy, still agonisingly full obeyed, quickly drinking the water as mistress again removed the chastity lock and placed a bucket under his cock.

“Pee slave, pee good as you will not pee again until tomorrow”


Ferdy peed, relieved that his bladder was empty, now he
could continue his slave chores. He knew that she would fill him up again but he knew she loved watching him desperate and peeing too much to make him wait until tomorrow.

Ferdy looked adoringly at his mistress. He would do anything for her.

And you're calling me a mean cookie *snort*

And I wouldn't be able to make him wait 'til the next day either

Ferdy got dressed and went about his duties mindful to drink his glass of "prescribed" water every hour. His bladder, tender from earlier, was filling rapidly. Ferdy knew she would not leave him until the morning, surely she knew he could not take the input without the output.

In the kitchen Ferdy prepared her dinner. His hands strayed frequently to touch his ever ready bulge. A quick squeeze soothed his need for a few seconds.

Ferdy wondered if he would be put to the real test. He had been subjected to the test once and failed. His punishment had been severe and embarassing but at least he still had his mistress. He knew that she would try again; she had said so, such was her anger at his failure that she had said the test would be harder next time adn the punishment for failure even more humiliating.

Ferdy jiggled and crossed his legs. Despite the chastity device holding in his urine removing any possibliity of peeing his pants it did not remove the bursting feeling. He stepped in his work knowing that he would be in dead trouble if his mistress came in and saw him overtly displaying his desperate need.

Dinner was ready and Ferdy, in his agony, went to tell his mistress. He hoped that she would eat quickly as usually her after dinner treat was to watch him valiantly try not to squirm. She loved to touch him and feel his over extended tummy before allowing him his relief. Today though he was still not sure if he was to be tested.

Ferdy composed himself as he entered the mistress' room and informed her of dinner.

Unusually tonight his mistress made him stand directly opposite her while she ate. She sat and began to eat, pausing to look at him, watching to see if he moved. She knew he had to pee, he could tell by the glint in her eyes. Ferdy tried to think about something else. This morning's desperation was beginning to pale in to insignificance. His bladder was solid, pulsating for release which it could not do. The water, a good 2 or so litres had filtered to his bladder. He longed to hold his cock, relieve the urgent feeling.

"Ferdy" she said, "tonight will be your test. Fail me and you know your punishment will be humiliating".

Ferdy trembled at the thought as the mistress walked towards him, the key to his belt shimmering in the light. Ferdy was sure he would fail. He would never be able to do her wishes despite having managed a few moments this morning. Ferdy looked at the mistress with fear and admiration in his eyes. Why he had fallen under this spell was a mystery. Ferdy wished she would hurry. If he had any chance of passing it had to be done soon. Too many minutes more and he was destined to failure.

Ferdy flinched as the mistress slid her hands over his semi erection and shuddered as the key undid the lock.

Mistress undid the chastity device and placed Ferdy's cock back inside his clothes. Ferdy was on the point of wetting himself but somehow he managed to contain his pee.

"Now Ferdy, you are going to clear up the dishes and wash up. Then we are to go out to the shops".

Ferdy was shocked. He was expecting the same test as before but this was different, it was the next stage she had spoken about. He urgently had to pee and she was going to make him wash up fully clothed. Normally once the device was off he had to undress and then pee on command. The test was usually to pee immediately on command in front of others, control himself and not show any sign of his desperate need, even when he had been allowed to release a little. Last time he had failed because he just could not stop his pee in between "shows" and had been totally unable to stand still and remove his hand from his cock. He had mastered that now in front of mistress. Never had he been asked to wet himself. In fact as he stood there clenching madly, his bladder throbbing, he was unsure what he was supposed to do.

Ferdy bit the bullet. He had to ask for permission to relieve himself. His muscles were weakening and his ability to keep his hands away from his groin was dimishing fast. Almost better to have his hands whipped again than to wet his pants. God knows what punishment that would entail.

"Mistress, may I go to the toilet please?" Ferdy was trembling with his effort of asking and controlling his desperate bladder.

Ferdy felt the mistress turn to look at him.

"You may relieve yourself once the washing up is done. Do I need to reinsert it?" Mistress held the chastity device up to his face.

Ferdy shook his head. He did not want that in again.

"No mistress".

"Then get to work slave".

Ferdy, thankful to be moving cleared the table and, as the mistress never entered the kitchen was able to dance and hold himself as he washed and tidied. He was sorely tempted to take a pee in the sink or a mug but he was unsure if mistress was watching on some hidden camera. Dancing and holding himself seemed ok but..................he daren't relieve himself.

Ferdy went back in to the room and stood again clenching madly waiting for mistress to allow him to use the toilet.

He knew she would do her usual ritual, his eyes begged her to hurry.

Mistress walked over to Ferdy and touched his tummy, pressed gently and slid her hands over his jeans. Ferdy was unable to control himself any longer. His bladder pushed hard back at her touch and he started to dribble pee from his penis.

The feeling of peeing the hot liquid around his penis and balls gave Ferdy a fright. What would happen now? Mistress would be livid at his lack of control.

"Does Ferdy need a wee wee?" Mistress asked in her mocking tone.

Ferdy nodded, still feeling his pants and jeans becoming damp. He could not seem to stop the flow, his muscles weak and tired, his hands forbidden.

Mistress came back over to Ferdy, making him release more as he had no idea what she was about to do. Normally she just let him pee into something and hold it before a full release.

Running her hands over his jeans, pressing the hot liquid in to his groin she said

"looks like we've had a little accident; not too worry. Let's go to the shops. I need a new pair of shoes"

Ferdy was now very unsure. He still had to pee badly, no not badly, like a racehorse. He was in wet clothes which were getting wetter by the second and they were to go out in public.

Ferdy knew he was being tested. His ability to be a submissive slave was being put under the ulitmate examination.

"Mistress may I go to the toilet" he stuttered, breaking protocol and grabbing himself to stop more pee trickling out of his penis.

"Please" he added realising he had not said please.

Mistress gently removed his hand from his cock. For once she did not whip it out of the way. Ferdy felt the pee from the shaft seep in to his pants. He was going to lose it big time.

"Yes Ferdy you may relieve yourself in the vase over there".

Ferdy needed no second telling and he peed, watched intently by the mistress in to the vase.

Zipping himself back up, his pants wet and his jeans showing a water trail, Ferdy looked up to his mistress to see her smiling. "Here you are" she said as she handed him his pint of water to drink.

"Right now we are ready to go to the shops".

Ferdy now knew his humiliation for wetting himself was to go to the shops in his wet trousers. He should have been going out for the evenig in dry ones. Now the others would know he had failed the first part of his test.

He also knew that within 30 minutes he would be needing to go again but this time he would be expected to show everyone how desperate he was. He would be expected to beg for relief, hold himself and be punished. He knew that eventually he would be expected to wet himself again but only once permitted to do so. If he released his bladder without permission; that concerned him, what would the punishment be, he had no idea how long he would have to beg to relieve his load. Mistress had told him before that one day he would go to a shopping party with mistress. Now he realised he knew very little about the trip.

Ferdy knew he would obey her. The rewards later would make up for any amount of humiliation.

Ferdy looked around the shop. It was like none he had ever seen. Yes there were goods for purchase but the shop was filled with men and women, some of whom were wearing unorthodox clothing. Ferdy felt his heart race and his erection peak at what he saw.

He followed Mistress to a log in in area.

"So he failed then" said another incredibly good looking woman.

Ferdy saw mistress nod her head.

"What time is the show to start?" he heard his mistress ask.

"errr first ones are on at 10.30"

Ferdy felt nervous, butterflies in his stomach. He longed to know more about what was going on; what was expected of him. It had been about an hour since they had left the house and already Ferdy's fluid loaded body was filtering vast volumes of urine to his bladder. It was barely 8 o'clock and he was getting worried.

Ferdy followed mistress around the store. Quite often he heard snide comments about his wet jeans. Several times he saw other slaves urgently needing the toilet, sometimes even overhearing the slave begging his mistress to let him go. Once they stopped and watched as a poor slave wet himself.............Ferdy was amazed that the mistresses all clapped at the slave's own mistress while the slave was whipped for wetting himself.

Now Ferdy was more worried. He wished that it was time to leave and go home. He wanted to be safe in mistress' house and be struggling to contain himself as she toyed with him. He wanted to arouse her and perform his other evening duties as normal.

His mistress turned to him and handed him a large glass of juice.

"Drink up Ferdy" she said winking at him.

Mistress watched as Ferdy downed the drink in large gulps.

"Does Ferdy need a wee wee?" she asked gently retrieving the glass.

Ferdy did not know what to say. His bladder was full but not uncomfortable. He was not desperate to piss like he had been earlier but he was mindful that he was out without his chastity device. What did she want him to say? She had never asked the question without mocking him before.

Ferdy looked down at his feet, his heart racing, his bladder filling and his dick rising and shook his head to say no.

"What did you say Ferdy?"

"No mistress I do not need to pee thank you"

"That's good then. I'll ask you again after the show."

Ferdy had been tricked in to saying no. He had just condemned himself to holding his pee for at least 2 hours and that was the show start time.

Ferdy's bladder suddenly felt swollen and huge. Not only that he was now acutely aware of just how many slaves around him were pee dancing, grabbing their dicks and being whipped for their lack of control but he was starting to dance a little himself.

Ferdy realised his mistress had moved and rushed to catch her up. He knew he was expected to eventually wet his pants but now, in front of lots of people he felt curiously pee shy. Maybe that fact would help him hold his bladder. Ferdy had just resolved the whole issue in his mind when he realised that mistress was handing him another large glass, this time containing beer.

Ferdy now knew he was in serious trouble.

By the time of the show Ferdy was dying to use the toilet. He had tried his hardest not to show how urgently his bladder was telling him to release but as they stood on the queue to see the show Ferdy was squeezing his cock, crossing his legs, desperately trying to hold his pee and willing the queue to move. He was hoping that they would be sitting to watch the show. Not that he had any idea what the show was about.

Ferdy let out a gasp as the mistress behind him tickled his sides. He felt himself lose control and spurt a little in to his jeans. His gasp alerted his own mistress who turned to face him.

"Stop that Ferdy" she shouted slapping his hands with he whip.

Ferdy struggled to regain control as the other mistress again tickled his sides, this time for longer.

Ferdy was in agony. He was going to piss his pants here in a line. He knew he could not speak; he was not allowed to. Surely his mistress knew he was bursting for the loo, surely she did.

"Your slave is going to pee his pants before the start at this rate. I notice he is already wet; no control"

Ferdy's mistress turned to see Ferdy again, hand grasped to his crotch and foot stepping urgently. He looked at her eyes, begging for her help.

"Ferdy, come here".

Ferdy walked to his mistress and stood in front of her. He managed to stand still but his hands were firmly planted between his legs. No way, he knew, he could remove them without releasing a torrent of pee. The pain in his bladder was immense. He had to go and pee.

"Stand up straight" said mistress whipping his hands. The pain of the whip hitting his already tender skin made his grip loosen. Another crack and they were by his sides.

Ferdy bit his lip to stop himself from crying out and cortorted his legs to clench his tired sphincter. Pee again started to dribble, this time faster from his cock. He was powerless to stop it.

Ferdy instinctively gripped his cock to stem the flow, earning another harder whip but at least he had controlled the tide of pee.

"Ferdy, you were asked if you needed a wee wee. You said no."

"Back in line; you will not pee until I give you my permission"

Ferdy followed his mistress and took his place sitting next to his mistress, his legs crossed clamping his dick as his hands were occupied by two plastic glasses of beer.

"Drink Ferdy, enjoy the show".

Ferdy felt the first spurts of pee squirt under him less than 5 minutes later. He could not hold it any longer. He knew he was in trouble but with the two beers in his hand he knew this would not be the last pee in his pants before the evening was over.

By the end of the show Ferdy had released his bladder twice, unable to hold his pee any longer. He was unsure of his punishment; mistress had distinctively said he would not be allowed to pee until after the show. He had been squirming again for the last god knows how long; still unable to grip himself as he still held the now empty glasses. His bladder was again full although he was not so desperate to risk another wetting.

One thing he knew for sure was the chastitiy device would be reinserted. He had failed at controlling himself without it.

Ferdy got up to follow his mistress out of the arena. His jeans were sodden around his crotch and bottom; like he was wearing two tone jeans. His legs felt wet although due to his seated position his lower legs wer dry save for the earlier in line escape.

Mistress led Ferdy in to a small room and closed the door.

As she turned to face him Ferdy could see her face was as black as thunder.

"Ferdy, you will be severely punished when we get back;I am so disappointed with you."

With that she took the glasses from him and ordered a stunned Ferdy to expose his cock.

Ferdy, trembling at what might happen did as he was told.

Mistress took his cock in her hands and from her bag came the chastity device.

Ferdy didin't dare to speak, didn't dare to tell he had to pee again; he allowed mistress to insert the device.

You wet yourself twice during the show. You were not given permission to pee.

Ferdy was amazed. He knew she could see he was wet but how did she know he had been twice.

"Did it not occur to you beg for permission to relieve yourself? Have you understood nothing?"

Ferdy realised that he had not followed the rules. He had not begged her to allow him to pee. He had shown her his desperation in the line; she had whipped him but he had not begged her to allow him to pee; he had just released his aching bladder. He had not submitted to her control.

Now he was locked up he would be expected to hold it and, Ferdy knew, beg for permission to go and be denied until he could take it no more. He knew he would not make this mistake again.

His lip trembled as she replaced his cock in to his jeans she zipped him up smilng as she tickled his body and pressed on his aching bladder. His body squirmed to the tickle, his bladder pushed to release as his muscles failed but no wee escaped despite his urgent need.

Ferdy danced and grabbed his cock instinctively looking at his mistress. He knew she would whip him but he knew she was waiting.............waiting to deny his request.

Now it was a battle of wills, one which he knew, contained in the chastity device, he would lose.

Mistress whipped his hands from his cock and left the room leaving Ferdy to follow. He had no choice, she had the key and he needed to relieve himself

The ride back home was the longest Ferdy could remember. He rocked and squirmed trying to comfort his full aching bladder. After half an hour he had begged the mistress to allow him to relieve himself. His mistress had just told him to stop bothering her while she was driving. His hands were rammed between his legs and his legs were bouncing. No wee was able to escape but Ferdy just could not get away from the urgent need to empty his bladder.

Ferdy begged again and again for her to stop and let him go and pee but it was as if she could not hear him. Suddenly in a busy street mistress stopped the car.

"Here", she said, "right here, you may go and pee if you are really that desperate. Get out of the car"

Ferdy swallowed and looked around.

"Get out" said mistress

The street was teeming with people going about their nightly activities. No way could he pee here, especially not as he had to get out his cock and have the device removed first.

"I can't here mistress, please mistress I really have to do a wee but please not here".

Ferdy was standing, crying, the humiliation of people staring at him as they walked past the car and his throbbing bladder pushing against the device; "please mistress. I'll do anything but I can't go here."

Ferdy wished he could just release his bladder again in to his pants and jeans. It had been easier earlier; too easy perhaps.

"Get back in the car" mistress ordered.

Ferdy, his bladder on the verge of meltdown climbed back in the car, squirmed begging mistress to stop somewhere more private.

Mistress drove on ignoring the slave's begging and requests.

Reaching home Ferdy thought his bladder would burst if she did not unlock the device.

"Come here Ferdy" she ordered sternly.

You must prove yourself to me. You say you need a wee?

"Undress"

Ferdy agonisingly took off his wet trousers and underpants and removed his shirt.

"Please mistress I cannot do this any longer I am in so much pain".

Ferdy knew he was riskng a whipping. His pain did not matter to his mistress but he felt like he would be damaged forever.

"Stand still and drink this". Mistress gave him a glass of water. Ferdy thought he would be sick but he drank the water, trying his hardest not to dance and jig anymore.

Ferdy gripped his penis at the top of the shaft to hold in the flood which was about to be released. He knew he would leak from his cock when the device was removed, such was the location of the pee.

Mistress stoked and fondled his penis to erection. Ferdy was amazed that in the hour of his greatest need he could become so aroused.

Gently, mistress removed the device.

"Let go of your cock Ferdy".

Ferdy shook his head in defiance.

"Mistress I have to pee so badly please, I cannot hold it in any longer".

Ferdy's bladder spasmed forcing him to let go of his cock and his stored urine. He grabbed himself in a vain effort to control the flow

Ferdy peed on the floor in front of the mistress; the erotic orgasminc feeling flooding his veins with warmth and euphoria.

Mistress led him to his room and chained him to his bed. "There Ferdy, better?" as she caressed and played with her slave.

"Next time you will pass Ferdy. You have learnt some valuable lessons".

Ferdy was asleep, exhausted from the days events

Ferdy slept soundly. He always did after his Saturday session with his mistress. He loved to be desperate to pee but this had driven him past his wildest expectations.

The week always seem to drag by as he waited to be with his mistress on a Friday night. Always arriving promptly at 8pm, his bladder nagging urgently to be released as instructed, his resolve tested as he took dinner with his mistress. Her instructions were to drink 1 litre of water between 2 and 3pm and not pee after 2. He often had to drink two or three glasses of water or squash with his meal. If he was lucky he was allowed to pee straight after dinner but often on a Friday he would be made to wait until midnight, his
bladder locked with the key on his arrival and then not released until
mistress said so.

Saturdays and Sundays were usually spent with him answering his mistress' needs and she, giving him the opportunity to fulfil his own. Yesterday had not been a typical Saturday.

As he slept Ferdy dreamt of his evening, but more importantly the orgasmic piss he had released on to the floor. Ferdy dreamt of their next day together, wondering what was in store for him.

The chastity device had been both of their ideas. While Ferdy knew he loved the feeling of being desperate to pee, his ability to hold it even with the mistress' whip often led to failure. Now, his bladder could not expel its contents and his begging and desperation to his mistress excited her as much as it agonised him. He loved her control while he tried his hardest not to squirm and wriggle.

Ferdy awoke from his dream realising that part of his dream was a reality. His nether regions were full and he could feel a throbbing. His arms as usual for a Sunday morning were still chained. He had no idea what the time was but knew that mistress would usually take him to the toilet at 8am, once she had had her way with him. He relaxed knowing that his bladder could beg all it liked but it had to wait. He felt a spurt of pee travel up his shaft; followed by the sensation of wet on his leg.

Ferdy looked and realised that mistress had not replaced his device. He was going to wet the bed.

Ferdy panicked. He had no idea of the time, he was desperate for the toilet and he really did not want to wet the bed. His hands and feet were tied so he could not hold his cock and although he could rock himself he knew that it would not be long before his bladder would fail.

Ferdy wondered if he was still supposed to beg to his mistress for release. He knew that he would be whipped for waking her but that she would enjoy his struggles to hold himself. She might even just replace the device.

"Mistress, please may I go to the toilet", he shouted, "I'm bursting please".

Ferdy also felt the familiar growl in his stomach. On Saturdays he never ate, he never needed to as he was always so full of water and fluids. By Sunday though he was ravenous and he was feeling that hunger together with his urgency to urinate.

Mistress did not come

Ferdy was becoming alarmed. His bladder throbbed madly, his muscles hurt and he was bursting nearly as much as the previous evening.

"Mistress, I neeee..............please may I go to the toilet? Please........I am going to wet myself".

Ferdy did not know what else to say or do. He jigged as hard as he could. He was sweating profusely trying to keep everything control.

Ferdy closed his eyes to think of something else. nothing came to mind except water, water and water.

"Good morning Ferdy" he heard.

"Does Ferdy need a wee wee?" Ferdy felt the familiar hands touch his cock and balls, carressing them and stroking them gently. Ferdy loved the feeling despite needing to piss so badly.

"Yes please mistress" Ferdy begged, looking directly in to her eyes

"Please mistress I'm bursting, please".

Ferdy had never begged so much in his life. He knew he did not have long left before his muscles would fail.

Mistress walked over to the cupbaord and extracted a waterproof sheet. Lifting his bottom, she placed the waterproof sheet under him. She put a straw in his mouth and instructed him to drink. The fluid tasted bitter but Ferdy did as he was told.

"Ferdy, you know on a Sunday when I take you to the toilet. It is not that time now".

"Go to sleep Ferdy".

"Mistress please............I have no device I can't hold it any longer".

"I know Ferdy, I didn't put it in. Now be a good slave and wait until I take you to the toilet."

Ferdy was nearly passing out from the pain.

"Mistress..pl....."

"Ferdy, you have my answer, one more time and I will punish you".

"See you later "and with that she left Ferdy.

Ferdy again bit his lip to give him pain greater than that in his bladder. He wanted to relax and let his pee roll over him but he knew that he would be punished.

Somehow, Ferdy, despite his desperate need, fell in to a sleep.