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The character in this one is named as an homage to the author of these old stories.

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Lizzie, a slim girl in her mid twenties with long mousy brown hair, was working at her desk when the phone rang. She reached across her desk and picked it up.

“Hello”

A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"

Lizzie didn’t really have time for this, and figured she’d get it over with as quickly as possible. “Yes”

“Are you alone?”

“No, I’m at work.”

“What are you wearing?”

“A white blouse and a black skirt.”

“What about your knickers?”

“Oh, I never wear underwear to work.”

The sultry voice took offence at this. “Oh dear. That won’t do at all. Only naughty girls don’t wear knickers.“

Lizzie was surprised to find she felt a sense of shame, which was not something she’d felt about not wearing knickers before.

The voice continued. “We’ll need to do something about that. At lunchtime, you need to go shopping and buy yourself some knickers. Will you do that?”

Lizzie wasn’t sure why but she found herself answering “Yes”.

The voice continued. “It really is very important that you do this. It’s also important that you don’t put the knickers on until you’re back at your desk. Don’t do anything else until you’ve got some knickers on.”

Lizzie found herself responding “Yes”.

“I know that you need a wee, but no matter how desperate you get, you cannot go until you’ve put on some knickers.”

Lizzie felt her bladder begin to tingle. “Yes”

“If anyone asks about this, you will say it was a marketing call. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same”.

The voice on the other end hung up the phone.

Lizzie put the phone down, and went to get a cup of tea while she thought about where she could buy knickers at lunchtime.

When lunchtime came Lizzie got up and left the office. She was beginning to need a wee but had to do some shopping. It was a twenty five minute walk to the centre of town, and she set off at a steady pace. It was a bit chilly out and the cold was having an adverse effect on her bladder, but she thought she’d still be OK. As ever, she enjoyed the feeling of the cool air against her pussy, and she began to moisten.

Eventually Lizzie arrived at the shop and headed straight for the lingerie section. It was a low end chain store, but even so she was bewildered at the array of options available to her. Eventually she spotted a five pack of white knickers for a few quid and headed for the checkout. There was a small queue, and she paced awkwardly on the spot to distract herself from her need to wee. Eventually, she reached the front of the queue and paid for her new knickers.

“Oh, the toilets are at the back of the store, on the second floor”, said the checkout girl has she handed Lizzie a bag containing her new purchase. Lizzie just thanked the checkout girl and walked off. She looked at her watch and realised that she didn’t have time to go to the toilets now, as she needed to get back to work. Reluctantly, she made for the exit and started to walk back to work. Again, the cold increased her desperation, and she realised she needed a wee quite badly.

Lizzie arrived back at the office. She looked at the toilets, but thought she had time to drop off her bag and put on her new knickers first. She gritted her teeth and walked upstairs and over to her desk. She opened the packet and slipped on a pair, too desperate to care if she flashed anyone.

‘Right’, she thought, ‘now I can go for a wee’.

Unfortunately, her body took this as a signal, and a wave of desperation overcame her. She crossed her legs and waited for it to pass. But it didn’t. Instead it got stronger. Lizzie pressed her hands into her nice new knickers, desperately trying to to wee herself.

But it was no use. She felt a squirt of wee escape and trickle down the front of her knickers. This was followed by another squirt, and then another longer one. Before Lizzie knew it, she was doing a full blown wee in her knickers. A torrent of warmth poured through her knickers and ran down her legs, and Lizzie sighed softly with relief.

When she’d finished, she ran into the toilets to clean herself up. She entered the stall at the end, removed her skirt (which had a small damp patch on the back), and looked down at her knickers. They had gone completely see through and she could see a camel toe had formed around her pussy, along with her neatly trimmed public hair. She felt a dampness between her legs that wasn’t entirely from the wet patch in her knickers.

At that moment, she heard the door to the toilets open and what sounded like two people enter the toilets.

“God, all that tea’s gone right through me! I’m bursting for a piss!” exclaimed one of them, who Lizzie recognised as Cathy.

“Me too, I’m almost doing it in my knickers” replied the other, who turned out to be Carol.

Lizzie heard them cross the bathroom and enter the stalls to her right and close the doors, followed by two streams of wee hitting the toilet bowls.

“Oh dear!” said Cathy, in a voice that did not match the expression. “As soon as I sat down, I pissed my knickers.”

“Oh dear!” said Carol, almost as if they’d rehearsed it. “I pissed my knickers as well”.

Lizzie felt her pulse race as the two women continued weeing themselves. Combined with what she felt from her own accident, she longed to touch herself. The other two women finished weeing, but made no move to exit the toilets.

“Mmm, my knickers are all warm and wet now” said Cathy.

“Mine too” said Carol.

“We don’t have to go back to work right away, right?” said Cathy as Lizzie heard the sound of a hand rubbing a pair of very wet knickers.

“No, I think we have a few minutes” said Carol as Lizzie heard her do the same.

Lizzie couldn’t believe her ears. Cathy and Carol had both wet their knickers and were now masturbating in the toilets. It was so wrong, she thought, but her hand crept into her own knickers all the same.

As Cathy and Carol rubbed themselves to climax little did they know that Lizzie was doing the same. Lizzie hadn’t been this excited in months. She knew her face was flushed and her hair was dishevelled as she fingered herself furiously.

Cathy came first, moaning loudly as she did so. This spurred on Carol and she moaned even louder as she orgasmed. This pushed Lizzie over the edge and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming. She didn’t want the other two to know that she’d heard them.

Cathy and Carol flushed and exited their stalls, but did not leave the bathroom. Lizzie heard them lifting their skirts.

“Wow Carol, that’s a nice wet patch you’ve got there”, said Cathy as she giggled.

“Yours isn’t bad either” said Carol. “Come on, let’s go and have some more tea”.

Lizzie tried to process what had happened as the other two women left the toilets. She’d just had one of the best orgasms of her life, and it was because she’d done a wee in her knickers. She knew she shouldn’t, but all she could think about was doing it again as soon as possible. She exited the stall, and, on a whim, lifted her skirt to admire her wet knickers. They really were sexy, she thought, and she headed for the kitchen. Hopefully she could catch Cathy and Carol having their tea.

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This one grew in the telling – it's longer and is a bit more fleshed out.

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Gemma had just got in from work. She'd had a typical day at the office, notable only because a colleague had peed herself in the afternoon. She made herself some dinner, and thought about what she wanted to do that evening.

Normally, she just watched some TV. Occasionally, she watched something a little steamier. But sometimes, when the mood took her, she had to take herself for a night out and have some fun. Tonight was one of those nights.

So after dinner, Gemma went upstairs to her bedroom, removed her work clothes, and stood in front of her mirror, admiring her naked body. Her piercing blue eyes gazed upon her cute little button nose and long red hair, which fell on either side of her breasts. She paused for a moment to admire her round tits and perky nipples, before moving down down to the triangle of neatly trimmed red pubic hair above her pussy.

Gemma smiled to herself and opened her wardrobe to choose her outfit for the evening. After a quick look she selected her favourite black dress. Figure-hugging, it was tight enough that she could forego a bra this evening. Her nipples hardened at the thought of it. She thought briefly about what knickers she should wear underneath, but then looked at herself in the mirror. The dress came down to the middle of her thigh, and she realised she’d get away without knickers tonight. She wasn’t sure if she dared, but then she felt her pussy begin to moisten and her mind was made up.

Gemma hit up a couple of bars and had a few drinks before finding herself in a nightclub. She’d been dancing by herself and just generally having a good time, but now she needed another drink. That was when she saw her.

There was a woman sat on a barstool who could have been her sister. Her nose was pointier, and her breasts were slightly larger, but she had the same blue eyes and the same long red hair, and was wearing a similar black dress. Gemma stood next to her at the bar and waited for the bartender.

The woman turned to face her. “Wanna dance?” she asked, smiling a knowing smile at her.

Gemma felt herself blushing. “I’m OK thanks” she said as she continued to wait for the bartender.

But the woman didn’t back down that easily. “It’s OK, I don’t bite. Tell you what. If I can guess what colour knickers you’re wearing, I get a dance.”

Gemma smiled to herself knowingly. “OK, you’re on” she said, confident that she’d win.

The woman thought for a second. “Black?” she asked.

Gemma shook her head. “Of course, that would be too easy” said the woman. She thought for a second. “White?”

Gemma giggled. “Nope, that’s not right either”. At that moment the bartender became free and she ordered her drink.

The woman thought for a second, then grinned. “You’re not wearing any knickers. Are you, you naughty girl?” she said, her blue eyes lighting up as she did so.

Gemma cursed inwardly. She’d lost. Unless… “Wrong again” she said, trying to hide the fact that she was lying.

The woman sighed. “Fair enough” she said, and quickly reached forward and lifted Gemma’s dress. “No fair! You cheated” she exclaimed in mock outrage as she dropped the dress back down.

“How did you know?” asked Gemma, dismayed that her ruse had failed.

The woman smiled. “Because I’m not wearing any knickers either” she said, and she glanced around before lifting up the front of her dress for just a second. Gemma couldn’t help but notice she had a full red bush. The flash was well timed as the bartender brought Gemma’s drink over immediately afterwards. She paid him and took the drink.

The woman got off her barstool and took Gemma’s free hand. “Right, you owe me a dance. Come on” she said as she dragged Gemma towards the dance floor. “My name’s Jemma, by the way. With a J”.

“Gemma” replied Gemma. “With a G”

“Hah!” said Jemma. “I can see we’re going to get along famously”

Jemma lead Gemma into the middle of the dance floor. She continued to hold Gemma’s hand and put her other hand on her waist. Gemma continued to sip at her drink while Jemma danced at her.

Jemma was a bit put out by this. “C’mon, you promised me a dance. Put that drink down and give me a real dance”

Gemma had half finished her drink by this point. She downed the rest and put the glass down, before Jemma took her by the hand and dragged her onto the dance floor.

To start with, Jemma danced with wild abandon, while Gemma faced her and danced rather more half-heartedly. But as they continued, Gemma got more into it, and when Jemma took her hand, and started spinning her around, it felt only natural to join in. And when Jemma put her hand on her hip, Gemma couldn’t help but do the same back.

And then Jemma moved her hand around to Gemma’s bottom, before pulling her closer, so their faces were almost touching.

“Mmm, I like you” purred Jemma, and she leaned in and kissed Gemma briefly on the mouth.

Gemma was confused. She’d never been with another woman before. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she didn’t back away when Jemma kissed her second time. 

And when Jemma pulled Gemma onto her thigh and began to grind against Gemma’s own leg, Gemma felt a heat between her legs and couldn’t help but do some grinding of her own. 

The two women danced like this for a little while, until Gemma felt a need of a different kind. She’d had a lot to drink that evening, and it had been a long time since she’d been to the toilet. She broke off her kiss with Jemma and turned away.

“Please… stop… I really need to pee” she gasped as Jemma tried to kiss her again.

Jemma pulled away. “Me too. Come on, let’s go”, she said with a grin, and she grabbed Gemma by the hand and pulled her off the dance floor towards the toilets. They arrived to find a long line of women in various stages of desperation waiting to relieve themselves.

Towards the front of the line a brunette in a blue dress was bent forward with both hands pressed against her crotch. A couple of places behind her a younger girl with bright blue hair was jumping up and down with her hands between the legs of her denim shorts. She was followed by a group of five blondes, whose matching pink tops and the fact that one of them was wearing a bridal sash implied they were a hen party.

The two women took their place in line behind the hen party. Gemma crossed her legs and began to whimper.

“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer” she said to Jemma.

“You’ll be fine” said Jemma reassuringly.

The line shuffled forward. The brunette was now fifth in line. She was standing awkwardly as she continued to hold herself. Gemma thought the brunette looked almost as bad as she did.

Suddenly the blue haired girl let out a small shriek. Gemma saw a small dark patch appear between her legs, before she she leaned back against the wall and completely peed her shorts.

At this point the hen party all burst out laughing at a joke one of them had told, all of them either crossing their legs or holding themselves under their skirts. The blue haired girl slunk away, embarrassed , and the bridal party moved into the space.

The line shuffled forward. The brunette was frantic now, and it was clear to Gemma that she wasn't going to make it.

The hen party will still laughing. The blonde in the bridal sash was crying with laughter.

"Ooh, stop! I need a wee!", she exclaimed, which just lead to more laughter.

"Stop! Stop!" she cried. And then it happened. Gemma saw liquid spurt from beneath the bride's dress. Then another. Then the flood started. Pee cascaded down the blonde bride's legs.

The bride started to cry. One of the members of the hen party, who was apparently the maid of honour, gathered the remaining girls around her. 

"We can't let this ruin Steph's hen night." she said to the others in a low voice. "Now that she's weed herself, we all need to do it too".

"What?! I'm not pissing myself just because the silly bitch can't hold it" said one of the others.

"You're doing it, or I'll tell them the freshers' week story" said the maid of honour. The other girl made a face. "Just follow my lead."

The maid of honour turned to the bride and theatrically bobbed up and down.

"Oh no! I can't hold it any more!"

And with that, she lifted her skirt and looked down as her knickers darkened and pee splattered onto the floor. The other girls lined up alongside her and wet themselves in a similar fashion.

"Ohh! It's coming out!"

"I'm weeing myself!"

"Oh no. I'm wetting myself. How embarrassing." said the girl who'd complained in a sarcastic monotone, but she was peeing her knickers all the same.

No-one noticed as the brunette spread her legs and wet herself under her dress.

Gemma looked at the hen party in disbelief. Their antics were not helping her situation. “I don’t think I’m going to make it” she said as she started to hold herself.

Jemma thought for a second. “I have an idea!” she said, grinning as she grabbed Gemma’s free hand. Gemma held herself tightly, trying not to pee as Jemma dragged her across the club towards the entrance. Gemma was surprised as they left the club, before heading down the street and ducking into an alleyway.

They moved a little way down the alleyway before stopping. Jemma looked at Gemma. “Here. This will do”, she said, motioning to the ground.

Gemma looked at her incredulously. “I can’t pee here! I thought we were going to find a toilet.” she said. Then she moaned suddenly. “Oh no, I think I leaked a bit” she said as she put her second hand under her dress. “Yeah, my fingers are wet. I can’t hold on much longer.

Jemma sighed. “Well, I’m peeing here. And I guess you’ll be peeing here whether you want to or not”. And with that, she squatted down, lifted up her dress to reveal her hairy pussy, and began to pee forcefully onto the ground.

Hearing and seeing this made Gemma let loose another squirt of pee as she stared at Jemma.

“Go on, you’ll feel better. It’s so good” sighed Jemma as she continued to pee.

Gemma gave in. Leaning back against the wall, she used her free hand to lift her dress, before letting go of her pussy. Immediately she let out a torrent of pee that splashed onto the ground. Jemma looked up at her and grinned as she continued her own pee.

Just then they were interrupted by a girl with long black hair entering the alleyway. “Shit! Sorry.” she exclaimed, doing a double take when she saw the two peeing redheads.

Jemma laughed. “Don’t mind us, we’re nearly finished” she said as she finished peeing and shook herself dry.

Gemma blushed furiously. She wasn’t used to peeing outside, or in front of strangers. She looked at the girl and saw that she was squeezing her thighs together and holding herself through her jeans. She finished her pee, shook herself as she saw Jemma do, and stood up, dropping her dress into place.

Jemma stood up and put her arm around Gemma’s shoulder.

“Where do you live?” she asked, guiding Gemma out of the alleyway.

“Just around the corner” Gemma replied.

“Your place is closer then. Let’s go” said Jemma. She put her hand on Gemma’s arse. “Lead on”.

Gemma looked over her shoulder to see the black haired girl pulling down her jeans before she and Jemma walked off.

* * *

Gemma woke up naked the next morning. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was that she woke up looking at her reflection, who was also naked. And then she remembered the night before.

Her movements had obviously roused Jemma, who sleepily opened her eyes.

"Morning"

"Morning" replied Gemma, still putting the pieces together. "Did we...?"

"No, we basically just crashed out here. I offered to take the sofa but you dragged me into your bed."

Gemma must have looked quizzical, because Jemma carried on with "Or maybe I just followed you in here and we passed out. I forget".

Gemma laughed, then caught sight of the clock by the bed.

"Shit! I'm late for work!"

Gemma jumped out of bed, and immediately moved a hand to her crotch.

"And I need to pee! Be right back."

Gemma stumbled out onto the landing. She was just about to enter the bathroom when she heard the phone ringing. Despite her need to use the toilet, she felt she had to answer it.

“Hello?”

A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"

Gemma was still groggy from having just woken up, but she sleepily mumbled “Yes?”.

"Are you alone?"

“No, I have a ... friend staying over”.

The voice sighed. “OK. When this call finishes, you will feel a nagging sensation. Then the next time you are alone, you will realise that you in fact need the toilet. When you notice this, your urges will become stronger, and you will need to hold yourself. But despite your best efforts, you will lose control and pee your knickers. Find a friend and tell her what you’ve done. This will leave you feeling aroused, and you will need to masturbate. Is this clear?”

Gemma groggily responded with a “Yes”.

“You will tell your friend this was a marketing call. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same”.

The voice on the other end hung up the phone.

Gemma went back into the bedroom.

"Who was that on the phone?" asked Jemma.

"Just some marketing call" replied Gemma. "I need to go to work. Can you let yourself out?"

"Sure. Do you want my number?"

Gemma felt a twitch between her legs. "Yeah, leave it in the kitchen" she said as she put on her standard work outfit: a pair of white knickers, a black skirt and a white blouse. She took a last look at the naked Jemma in her bed, before heading out the front door.

As she shut the front door behind her, she realised she must have forgotten to go to the loo before she left, but she thought she could hold it until she made it to the office. As she crossed the drive way to her car, she began to revise the assumption. She held her legs together as she unlocked the car before she struggled to open the door. She just about managed to collapse into the seat before she had to hold herself tightly under her skirt.

Gemma needed to go worse than she thought. She thought about going back inside, but then she realised she was too desperate to move. She was going to pee herself in her car. She tried to think of something else, but it was no use.

She felt her knickers become warm and wet under her fingers as she leaked. Then she leaked again. And then, despite her best efforts, pee flooded her knickers and skirt, and soaked the car seat. Gemma sighed audibly, enjoying the relief as her bladder emptied itself.

At last, Gemma stopped peeing. She was mortified. She hadn't even made it off her drive and she has already wet herself. She thought about going back inside to get changed, but she was already late and she didn't want Jemma to see her like this. She was just going to have to go to work. And besides, she thought, I'm not the first person to pee myself this week.

The drive to the office was uneventful, save for the wet feeling between her legs. It was creating a warm, tingly sensation. It was not altogether unpleasant, Gemma thought, as she wondered how she'd deal with her arrival in an obviously wet skirt.

In the end, she didn't have much choice. When she arrived she went straight to the kitchen for some tea. Most of the other girls were already there. Gemma knew she couldn't hide it, so she decided to just come straight out with it.

"Yes, I peed myself this morning. I was in a rush and I didn't realise I needed to go until I was in the car. By then it was too late and I just had to pee myself." 

People seemed understanding, and no more was said of Gemma's accident. After her cup of tea, Gemma went into the toilets. She told herself she wanted to freshen up after her accident, but really she wanted to do something about the tingly sensation in her knickers.

The toilets were empty when she arrived. Gemma caught sight of herself in the mirror, and saw the rather large wet patch on the back of her skirt. A naughty thought occurred to her, and she lifted up the front of her skirt to look at her knickers.  They had gone completely see through, and she could see her neatly trimmed bush through them. Gemma found the sight really quite arousing.

Just then Janet entered the toilets. She stopped when she saw Gemma, crossed her legs and her bum started bobbing up and down. She really needs to pee, thought Gemma, who found herself becoming even more aroused.

"Sorry Janet. I was just inspecting the damage. I peed myself like you did yesterday." she said, showing Janet her wet knickers.

Janet squirmed. "Oooh, that's made me need to pee. Right now".

She wasn't kidding. Gemma watched as Janet spread her legs and wet her knickers under her skirt, sighing loudly as she did so.

This brought things to a head for Gemma. She put her hand down her knickers and began to rub her clit for all she was worth. Her breathing quickened and she started to blush furiously. Janet, meanwhile, was playing with her pussy while she continued to pee through her knickers.

The two women were both really horny, and it didn't take them long to orgasm. Janet came first, her breathing becoming ragged, and this pushed Gemma over the edge. The two women stood there for a moment, faces flushed and panting softly.

Janet came round first. "Wow! I need some more tea after that. Would you like to join me?" she asked.

Gemma nodded, and the two of them exited the bathroom.

* * *

Gemma arrived home from work feeling hot and horny. Gemma had been peeing through her knickers all day, and another colleague had peed herself at her desk in the afternoon. Right now Gemma was quite desperate having been holding her pee since she left the office.

Gemma walked into the kitchen to make herself another drink when she saw that Jemma had left her a note.

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Dear Gemma,

Great fun last night. Can't wait for next time.

You free for dinner Saturday?

My number is 07700 900034. Call me.

Jemma xxx
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Gemma giggled, and then put her hand between her legs. She liked the idea of seeing Jemma again. She especially liked the idea of Jemma peeing her knickers in front of her. She got out her phone and sent Jemma a text.

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Hi Jem its Gem Saturday sounds great c u then xx
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Gemma spent an agonising few minutes busting for the loo while waiting for Jemma's response. At last, her phone went off. Gemma jumped slightly, and let go a short spurt into her knickers.

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Great will pick u up at 8 cya
---

Gemma's heart leapt as warmth flooded her knickers. She gave a small thought to the kitchen floor, before deciding that she didn't care. She leaned back against the worktop and hiked up her skirt to see her pee pouring through her knickers. She rubbed herself with her other hand and quickly brought herself to orgasm.

After a few minutes, Gemma calmed down. As she cleaned up after her latest accident, she started thinking about how to introduce Jemma to peeing in her knickers.

* * *

At last, Saturday came. Gemma, along with most of the other office girls, had spent most of the week peeing herself. She hadn't felt this frisky since, well, ever, but tonight she was looking a little more intimacy. She had decided to wear a red dress, with a matching pair of knickers that she knew would not hide any "accidents" she might have.

The doorbell rang and Gemma answered it to find Jemma standing there in a near identical red dress. Jemma laughed.

"Wow, we really are in sync!. You're wearing red knickers too, aren't you?"

Gemma giggled and lifted her dress. Jemma leaned back slightly and did the same. Gemma caught a glimpse of a pair of sexy scarlet knickers, which she had to admit were more exciting than her own.

Jemma proffered her arm, Gemma accepted it, and they walked to the restaurant.

The restaurant Jemma has chosen was somewhat fancy, with dim lighting and small, elegant tables. Gemma and Jemma sat down and started chatting. It turned out they had more in common than just dress sense - they also had similar tastes in music, among other things. The wine flowed freely as they enjoyed their meal. Gemma could not recall a more pleasant evening.

They had coffees at the end of the meal. Gemma was feeling pleasantly relaxed. She also needed to pee, but her leg was touching Jemma's and she didn't want the moment to end.

Jemma leaned forward and looked her in the eyes. "So, is this your first date with a woman?" she asked, removing her shoe and rubbing Gemma's leg with her foot as she did so.

Gemma giggled shyly, and swallowed nervously. "Er, it is actually".

Jemma's eyes lit up. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." she purred as her foot made its way up Gemma's leg. "Close your eyes".

Gemma closed her eyes. She felt a light tingling sensation where Jemma was caressing her leg. When Jemma reached her knee she gasped and felt her knees spread apart ever so slightly. She could feel herself getting wet as Jemma's foot continued up her inner thigh. After a few moments Jemma brought her foot to rest just below Gemma's crotch, and began using her big toe to gently massage Gemma's clit through her knickers.

Gemma left out a soft moan and gripped the table to steady herself. She really needed to pee but she felt so good she couldn't move. Her tongue was protruding slightly and her breathing quickened. Her desperation increased with her arousal and she was now bursting for a pee. 

She was certain that Jemma was going to make her cum. She was also certain that she was going to wet herself.

Consumed by pleasure, Gemma felt as if her whole body was on fire. Her cheeks were burning as she writhed in her seat. She felt her orgasm rushing towards her; she tried vainly to prolong the sensation but it was no use. She was cumming in her chair and peeing uncontrollably, wetting her dress, her knickers and Jemma's foot. He head rolled back as her pee splashed on the floor. She had expected Jemma to pull her foot back in disgust but it was still massaging her pussy, prolonging her orgasm.

At last Gemma stopped wetting herself, and she came down. She was blushing profusely, and realised she was sitting in a large, very warm puddle, and that everyone in the restaurant must have seen her. She opened her eyes and looked at Jemma, who was grinning at her.

"Wow." she breathed. "That's such a compliment. I've never made someone piss themselves before".

Gemma just giggled shyly.

Jemma continued. "I guess we need to skip the rest of the evening and go straight back to mine. You're not going to get into anywhere looking like that."

Jemma got the bill and paid for dinner, leaving a generous tip. The pair exited the restaurant and walked towards Jemma's flat. Gemma hoped it wasn't far - her knickers were cold now and the large wet patch on her dress was quite embarrassing.

"I'm sorry I spoiled your plans for the evening" she said to Jemma.

"Who said you spoiled anything. I haven't seen anything that hot in a long time." Jemma put her hand on Gemma's bum and turned her to face her. She leaned into Gemma's ear. "In fact, when you pissed yourself I almost did the same thing myself"

Gemma's heart skipped a beat. "I would have loved that" she whispered to Jemma.

"Mmm, you're a kinky one, aren't you? You're in luck, I'm dying for a piss".

Jemma stepped away and crossed her legs. "I knew I should have gone in the restaurant. I thought I could make it home, but I don't think I can." She started to hold herself through her dress.

Gemma's eyes blazed. She stumbled forwards and placed one hand atop Jemma's, while using her other hand to pull her into a deep passionate kiss. Jemma returned the kiss until her legs spasmed and Gemma felt her hand get wet.

"Oops" giggled Jemma, "I've pissed my knickers. I guess there's no point holding on any longer."

Gemma felt Jemma's warm pee flooding over her hand. Hungrily she resumed kissing Jemma and began to massage her gently with her hand while Jemma continued to wet herself. Jemma's dress quickly became soaked and her pee splashed onto the ground.

At last Jemma stopped peeing. Her face was bright red, and her nipples were hard under her dress. It was obvious to Gemma that she was very very horny.

"God that was good" she breathed. "Come on, you still owe me an orgasm."

Gemma laughed. The two women put their arms around each other and continued to Jemma's flat.

"You know", said Jemma, "I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship".

Gemma looked knowingly at her. "Just a friend?"

"You know what I mean."

Gemma turned and gave Jemma a peck on the cheek. "I know".

The two women walked off into an undoubtedly wet future.

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Lucy awoke with a start to the sound of her phone ringing. She looked at her alarm clock and realised she was running late for work. She jumped out of bed and ran for the phone.

“Hello?”

A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"

Lucy was taken aback by this. “What? Yes, sorry, I'm late for work, can you ring back later?”.

The voice sounded indignant. “If that's the case, then you won't have time to go to the toilet before you leave. Which is unfortunate, because you do need to go to the toilet.”

Lucy was annoyed to find the voice was right. “So what if I do, I don't have time for this”.

"You'll have to try and hold it until you get to work, but you won't be able to. You will sprinkle in your lady garments, in front of everyone."

Lucy was getting cross now. "Fine, I really need to go to work now."

“This will leave you feeling aroused, and you will need to masturbate. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same”.

The voice on the other end hung up the phone.

Lucy put the phone down in exasperation. She was really behind now. She ran back into her bedroom, threw her nightie off, and picked up the first pair of lady garments that came to hand, which happened to be a matching pair of white lacy bra and knickers. She threw on a black skirt and a white blouse. She needed to sprinkle, but she knew she was in such a rush that she didn't have time, so she skipped the toilet and went straight to her car.

Driving to work took her mind off her need. In fact all she felt was a pleasant tingling sensation. She might have enjoyed it more had she not been in such a rush. The pleasant tingling continued as she parked her car and walked into the office. She was just about to reach her desk when it happened.

The tingling sensation vanished and she was suddenly aware needed to sprinkle right away. She thought about going to the toilets but she realised she was unable to move, it was that bad. She bent down and squeezed her thighs together, and held herself through her lady garments.

It wasn't enough. She began to sprinkle her lady garments with her water, first with a trickle, and then a torrent. All she could do was stand there, in full view of the office, while her bladder voided itself into her clothes. She moaned softly as she felt the warmth between her legs.

At last, the sprinkling stopped, though the warmth remained. Lucy blushed crimson as she took stock of what had happened.

"I had an accident. I sprinkled in my lady garments" she said, more to herself than to her audience. Absentmindedly she lifted up the front of her skirt and looked at said lady garments, which had become transparent where she'd soaked them. She quickly headed to the toilets to sort herself out.

Lucy arrived in the toilets and immediately locked herself in one of the cubicles. She didn't understand what had happened. She hadn't had an accident in years. And yet, she felt a heat between her legs that she had never associated with wetting herself.

At that moment she heard the door to the toilets open and someone walk in.

"Lucy? It's Lizzie. I thought you might need some help?"

Lucy didn't want to be seen like this. "Go away."

Lizzie was unperturbed. "I get it. You've weed yourself and you feel embarrassed about it. It's OK. We've all been there."

Lucy heard Lizzie enter the cubicle next to her, and start to sprinkle

"I'm doing a wee in my knickers right now as it happens. I just love the warm feeling."

Lucy felt the heat between her legs building as Lizzie finished sprinkling.

"But what I really love is putting my hand down my wet knickers afterwards. It gives me a really good orgasm"

Lucy felt a twitch under her lady garments.

"I bet you're feeling tingly down there. Go on. Touch yourself. I am."

Slowly, Lucy's hand crept down to her lady garments. As soon as she touched herself she felt an explosion of sensation, and she started to rub herself furiously. She could hear Lizzie doing the same next door.

"God I love weeing myself!" cried Lizzie. "Here it comes! Ah! Ahhh!"

Hearing Lizzie have an orgasm increased the heat Lucy felt inside her lady garments. She subconsciously started bucking her hips, and it wasn't long before she had a strong orgasm of her own. She leaned back on the toilet, sighed heavily, and almost passed out in the afterglow.

After what felt like an age she heard Lizzie exiting her cubicle. Lucy did the same, and saw Lizzie waiting for her with a big grin on her face.

"Come on. Time for some more tea." she said, and they left the toilets together.

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Carol was home alone watching TV when the phone rang. Cursing slightly, she paused her programme and went to answer it.

"Hello?"

A sultry female voice answered. "Answer all questions truthfully and obey all instructions. You will remember this conversation took place but nothing of the contents. Is this understood?"

Carol was a bit put out by this and wanted the caller to go away as quickly as possible, so she answered “Yes".

"Are you alone?"

“Yes”

"What are you wearing?"

“Jeans and a white blouse”.

"Knickers?"

"Black"

"Good. This call will only take a few moments, which is just as well as you need to go to the toilet."

Carol was surprised to find that this was true.

"There's a fullness in your belly causing a pleasant tingling sensation."

Carol had to agree that the sensation she was feeling was not unpleasant.

"Give yourself a quick squeeze through your jeans"

Carol put her free hand to her crotch and grabbed her pussy.

"That's nice isn't it?"

"Mmmm"

"It will feel even better if you put your hand in your jeans."

Carol slipped her hand under the waistband of her jeans. Her knickers were slightly damp, and she began to slowly rub herself.

"You're quite aroused now. You'll need to take care of this before you go to the toilet. You'll need to be quick. You don't want to wet yourself do you?"

Carol breathed a "No" as she sighed with pleasure.

"Slip your hand into your knickers and touch your clit."

Carol did so and moaned softly as a wave of pleasure coursed throughout her body. She continued to rub herself for a few moments while the voice offered simple words of encouragement.

"You're getting desperate for a piss now. Think about how good it will feel to let it go"

Carol became aware of the fullness in her bladder. Another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

"In fact, you're so desperate that you won't be able to cum without pissing yourself."

Another wave of pleasure.

"But it's too late. Your need to cum is greater than your need to piss."

Carol rubbed her clit furiously.

"You're getting close now"

Carol let out a soft "oh fuck" as she felt her orgasm building.

"Tomorrow, find a friend and tell her what you've done. Don't tell anyone about this unless you're sure they feel the same."

"Oh fuck! Yes!"

“Well done. You’re going to cum now.”

The voice on the other end hung up the phone.

"FUUUCK!" screamed Carol as she came harder than she ever had in her life. She felt a short, hard blast of piss escape and wet her hand. She tried to stop but her ongoing orgasm overruled her and she began to completely piss her jeans. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, her fingers working busily to continue the pleasure she was feeling. Piss flooded her jeans and poured onto the floor beneath her.

Eventually, Carol came round to find herself sitting in a huge puddle, face red and breathing heavy. She'd never had an orgasm that hard or that long before. Still feeling a bit groggy, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to look at her knickers. They didn't look wet, but when she put her hand in her crotch the feeling was unmistakable.

'I really should clean this up', she thought, her hand idly rubbing her wet knickers. But that could wait.

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The next morning Carol went into work as usual. She needed to tell someone about what had happened. She saw Sophie in the kitchen, who had wet herself the previous afternoon. Carol went over to her, hoping to garner some sympathy.

"I pissed my jeans last night". Several heads turned and she realised she should have kept her voice down. "They were soaked, it ran all down my legs and under my bum."

Sophie smiled coyly, and Carol swore she saw her nipples stiffen under her blouse.

"I need to pee actually. You coming?"

Carol felt her pussy tingle. She nodded, and the two of them headed for the toilets.

When they arrived they went straight to adjacent cubicles. Carol sat down, and lifted her skirt. She was about to pull her knickers down when she realised turned on she was. Instead, she relaxed and began to piss her knickers. She let out a moan as warmth caressed her pussy.

"You're pissing your knickers as well right?" asked Sophie, before letting out her own moan.

"Mmm-hmm"

Just then the door opened and someone else entered the remaining cubicle. From the sounds that followed it was clear the occupant was not pissing her knickers, and Carol and Sophie continued to piss and masturbate as the door opened four more times. The other woman flushed and exited her cubicle, and a new occupant took her place. This one was clearly having some fun, letting out short spurts of piss into her knickers. Carol made a mental note to try that next time.

Just then a voice piped up from outside the cubicles. It was Alison.

"Could you hurry up please? I'm about to wee myself!".

This was too much for both Carol, and she had a short, powerful orgasm. She gave herself a moment to come round, and then exited the cubicle to see Janet, Lucy and Alison waiting. Janet gave her a knowing smile as she took her place in the cubicle, while Lucy and Alison were clearly trying not to piss themselves.

'They need to learn to wet themselves', thought Carol as she went to get some tea. 'It's much more fun.'

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That's it for now. I might return to this idea in the future, it's quite versatile.

Thanks for the feedback, it is much appreciated.

Edited by OmoScripter (see edit history)
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