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A bald man in a suit, who was standing at the front of the room, was droning on about how his company could no longer afford financing their part of the project. It was something about the plumbing maybe, or at least it was related to some sort of pipe. That much he had picked up, even with his attention currently being occupied by something else.
The clock hand that symbolized the minutes was moving at an agonizingly slow pace. Slower than a snail hiking up a mountain, or one of his students when he told them to get up and wipe the blackboard clean. It felt like hours had passed, but in reality it had only been five minutes...ten at most.
Was there going to be a break in this meeting? Some sort of intermission? Had he missed it already? Did he even have time after this meeting, or did he need to be somewhere?
His brain had turned into liquid at least half an hour ago, when all of his focus, that had previously been on another scientists long report on some issue with the food system, swiveled to the persistent pressure in his lower stomach.
Originally he had wanted to go to the toilet before the meeting even started, but Stratt being...well Stratt, had dragged him into the room the second she had seen him enter the corridor. She had been in a bad mood already, a more prominent frown on her face than usual and thus he had not dared to ask her to let him seek out the restroom.
No he had done what he always did around her, shut up, sit down and look as if she was everything he cared about. Was it far from the truth? No, but no one needed to know how serious he was about it. He had simply learned, that it made Stratt look good in front of the other leaders, when her head scientist seemed to be entirely on her side, so that was what he portrayed.
Or well at least attempted to, because he could tell that he wasn't doing a good job of it currently. When he wasn't staring off into space, trying to fill his thoughts with something other than a rushing stream of water, he was fidgeting in his seat, glaring at the speaker and willing him to hurry up in his mind, or shooting side looks at Stratt, to judge whether she had noticed anything.
Ryland was a grown man, he should be able to hold in his fucking pee for another 30 minutes and if he asked Stratt for a bathroom break, that would be exactly what she would say. He was kind of convinced, that she would also just tell him to piss his pants, because avoiding his humiliation was not an inconvenience worthy of being put before the projects success.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, exhaling a slow quiet breath, to stop himself from reacting outward to how much that particular thought had warmth flooding to his lower regions. Ryland Grace was not going to get a boner in a meeting with highly important politicians and CEOs, while he imagined how his boss made him pee his pants and sit with the humiliation of it all. Nope absolutely not, he'd file this away for later pondering, when he could have a proper shameful breakdown in his room about it, but right now he would focus on this meeting and he would make it through it without an accident.
A hand landed on his left thigh and it took every single ounce of Ryland's self control, to not jump up in shock. He did stiffen visibly and immediately had to refocus on his bladder, as the first droplets were threatening to use his moment of weakness to drip into his underwear.
„Stop fidgeting Dr.Grace, its distracting“, Eva Stratt hissed into his ear, visibly unimpressed with his poor decorum. Her hand squeezed his thigh to stop the leg from continuing to bounce and Ryland knew he had to be flushing at least a little bit, as he panicked inside.
Her hand was inches away from his slowly hardening cock, because surprise surprise, his boss's hand near it, did not help with his earlier fantasy, who would've thought. He prayed to all the gods that might be listening, that she did not notice it and tried to split his already strained focus between keeping his pee in and keeping his legs still.
Ryland could proudly report, that he managed it for a whole two minutes, during which he could feel Stratt's annoyed side glances due to his fidgeting hands, but since they were on top of the table and not hidden by the piece of metal, that lined the whole U-formed conference table, there was nothing she could do about it except glare at him.
Unfortunately for him, a pissed off Eva Stratt was even hotter than a slightly annoyed one and he might be a little bit of a masochist, because he allowed his leg a few bounces. The hand on his thigh gripped him more tightly and he bit on the inside of his lip to suppress the whimper, that had wanted to make its way outside. He was definitely losing the game against his hardening cock and he hoped he could hide it when he got up in – he checked the clock – 25 minutes? Shit.
„What is your problem? Stop behaving like a toddler“, Stratt hissed into his ear, as the current speaker finally came to an end of his plea for sympathy regarding his companies financial situation. Ryland glanced at her, decided to bite the bullet and quietly mumbled: „I'm sorry, I have to, uh go to the toilet“.
„Well hold it and stay still, its just 25 more minutes. Your poor planning is not my problem“, she mumbled back, annoyance still very much laced into her tone. She adjusted the position of her hand and as he feared, brushed against his erection. Her hand froze at the same time as Ryland fought to not lose control of pretty much every part of his body.
He held in another whimper successfully, but he felt himself drip at least a little bit into his previously nicely clean underwear and his cheeks flushed even more than they had beforehand. His eyes were stoically focused on the speaker now, who walked back to his seat and motioned for the next one to take his place. It was one of the Russians, he was pretty sure, that took the stage and immediately launched into a report about airspace safety.
Just as he thought, that he had managed it to distract himself from what was going on between his legs, her fingers dragged over the small bulge in his pants. Slowly, teasingly, back and forth, as if they had done this a thousand times before.
He squeezed his eyes shut again, bit down hard onto his lip and visibly stiffened in his seat, as he tried to hold in an honest to god moan. What the heck was Stratt doing? They were literally surrounded by people, trying to solve the biggest problem mankind had ever faced and she was...what? Feeling him up? Trying to make him lose control? Oh no, bad thought. He groaned internally when his cock twitched in his pants and dripped some more.
This was torture. It had to be the worst thing anyone ever had to endure. Surely there wasn't anything, that could be even worse than this, right? Wrong, as he found out, when Stratt's hand wandered higher and then pressed down onto his bladder.
His entire body twitched, as he tried to sink down further into his seat, away from her hand. One of his hands immediately moved to cover his mouth and quieten the whimper that spilled out, while his traitorous cock somehow thickened even more. God he had never been this aroused before. Not with any of his previous partners and not in his room when he had jerked off to one of millions of porn videos online. What the heck was happening?
He glanced to the side, frantically trying to make Stratt stop with his eyes, as every cell in his body screamed at him to let go and wet his pants. When he met her eyes though, his stomach basically did a flip, because her eyes were laser focused on him, gleaming with a dark kind of amusement and dominance, that had him wanting to drop to his knees right then and there. Oh he was absolutely fucked wasn't he?
As the Russian continued his complaints about the lacking airspace safety support and allowance from the local governments side, Stratt's hand was routinely pressing down onto his bladder. Sometimes only for a short moment, sometimes for multiple seconds and Ryland hated and loved every second of it. He wasn't sure if he was soaking his underwear with piss or precum, but it was wet and he thanked the gods, that he had chosen dark pants this morning.
„Director Stratt, can we count on you to talk to the government officials, so that they will allow more of our fighter jets to patrol this part of the ocean? We are severely understaffed and I'm not certain, that we'd spot any approaching boats in time“, the speaker asked and the entire rooms attention zeroed in on the red haired woman beside him.
Ryland fought hard to keep his face neutral and not give away that she still had her hand hovering over his lower stomach, though he assumed, that he wasn't being particularly successful, as his face was still flushed. He attempted to play it off as simply being warm, took his glass of water and sipped on it, which might have been his worst idea yet, because he immediately had to clench down on his bladder again, that had apparently felt particularly motivated by the notion of moving liquid.
He swore, that he saw a small smirk playing at the edge of Stratt's lips, when she chose that moment to press down, while she answered the question. „Certainly Mr.Volkov, the security of this project is a great concern, I'm sure the local officials will not be too hard to persuade. Does anyone else have any really pressing matters, or can we stop for today? It seems to me as if half of the room is already asleep and I'd rather not waste my time“, she said and Ryland felt both relieved and very turned on by the confident and slightly arrogant way in which Stratt was looking around the room, daring anyone to defy her or insist on wasting her precious time.
„Thank you Director, I think that is everything“, Mr. Volkov nodded and stepped down from the stage. He walked back to his seat, while everyone else started shuffling their papers into their bags, or leaning over to their neighbours to discuss something.
„Cover your pathetic excuse of a cock and follow me“, Stratt mumbled into his ear, when she too got up and grabbed both her laptop and her coffee cup. Ryland jumped after her, holding his own laptop a bit awkwardly in front of his crotch, praying that no one was paying too much attention.
She was walking ahead, pace brisk and he stumbled after her, pretty much looking like a dog that got dragged away by his leash. Which was of course a thought, that immediately made his cock twitch as well, because he was apparently not done with discovering what he was into yet.
Stratt stopped in front of his own room to his surprise and then typed his code in, which surprised him much less. Of course she'd know that particular combination, can't have her head scientist unavailable to her now, can she? He closed the door behind him and opened his mouth to tell her he really had to go to the toilet now, when she held up her hand.
„No talking, undress and get on your knees Doctor Grace, or you will be soiling your underwear and I will make you walk around with that for the rest of the day“, her voice was a mix of harsh dominance and a barely hidden sort of excitement. Nearly as if she had dreamed about this too and was more affected by his presence and current state than he had thought.
This time Ryland didn't suppress the whimper and if his face wasn't already flushed red, it definitely would be now. With trembling hands he undid the buttons of his cardigan and shrugged it off his shoulders, followed by his shirt. He could practically feel her eyes roaming over his exposed chest, stomach and arms and he really hoped that she liked what she saw. Ryland wanted her to desire him just as much as he desired her and while he definitely wasn't gifted with incredible muscles and toned skin, he had worked out at least occasionally.
His pants and quite honestly drenched underwear followed next and then he dropped to his knees, naked as he was. Ryland didn't dare look up, instead focusing on her feet and legs, which were hidden behind black dress shoes and equally black pants, because Eva Stratt would not ever be caught in lighter colored clothing.
„That's a good dog“, she praised him and he whimpered pathetically, having made peace with the fact, that he liked it when she called him that. People had jokingly called him her lapdog before and really it fit him well. He obeyed her orders, he followed her around and he liked making her happy. So of course this turned him on, made his cock drip and made him wish she'd call him that all the time.
„Tell me Doctor Grace, did it turn you on to nearly have an accident in front of all of those men? Did you like it, that you couldn't escape the situation, that you knew I wouldn't let you leave? And did you enjoy it when I barely even touched that little cock of yours? When I pressed down on your bladder, bringing you closer to the edge of losing it all?“, she asked, her voice dipping lower, mocking him with questions about what she already knew was true.
„Yes“, he mumbled quietly, an arousing kind of shame coursing through his veins, when she made him answer and tell her anyway. „Yes what?“, she asked, „Show your owner some respect doggy“
He whined lowly, shifting on his knees as arousal washed over him and made his cock leak even more. „Yes ma'am?“, he tried, not even entirely sure what she wanted to hear, but living to please her anyway. He wanted her to be satisfied, to be glad she had taken this step, had chosen him to humiliate and no one else.
„Good boy. Now listen very closely. You're going to rut your pathetic cock against my shoes now and only once you manage to cum from that sensation alone, will you be permitted to get up and use the restroom. If you lose control of yourself before you cum, or while you do it and you ruin my shoes with your pee, you will be licking up your mess. Have I made myself clear?“, Stratt asked, so serious, that Ryland didn't doubt that she really would make him do that.
„Yes ma'am“, he whimpered, because this too, turned him on, because why not add that kink to his ever growing list as well. God she would never let him live that down and part of him really hoped, this wouldn't be the only time they did this. He slowly shuffled forward on his knees, then dropped forward a little so he could put his hands on the ground. A moan escaped him when he pushed his hips forward and his dripping cock was practically gliding over her shoes. The sensation wasn't huge, but it was there and it was all he needed, because he was aroused enough already.
He didn't look up a single time. If he had, he would have seen her smile, bite her lip and suppress her own noises of desire, as she slowly massaged her breasts through the fabric of her turtleneck. He would have seen her hand dip into her own pants and play with her clit, while she watched him moan and writhe and rub his cock against the polished skin of her shoes. It might even have made him cum faster.
Instead Ryland mewled when he lost control over his bladder and released the golden liquid right across her expensive shoes. A sob tore through his throat and a hand grabbed his hair harshly and tugged his head up. Stratt looked at him out of narrowed eyes, her mouth a straight line on her face. „I fucking warned you doggy. I told you what would happen if you couldn't control yourself. Bad. Dog.“, she practically growled and Ryland whimpered like a kicked puppy.
He didn't want to be a bad dog, he wanted to be a good one, wanted to please her and make her happy. Ryland had tried so hard, he really had, he promised he had. A finger wiped away the tears that spilled out of his big round eyes, as he looked up at her in shame. „Please ma'am, please, sorry, I'll clean it up please“, he babbled through his sobs as he knelt in his own mess, his hard cock uselessly dripping between his legs.
„Yes you will Ryland, you'll be a good dog and you'll lick it all up for me, isn't that right? To prove to me that you really are sorry? That you deserve my forgiveness?“, she asked a bit more softly now, as if she had noticed that it was what he needed.
He nodded, pathetically eagerly, even if he had never even thought about licking up piss before. God he was a biologist, he knew what was in there and he knew that it wasn't the healthiest thing to do, so it was a testament to his loyalty and desperation, that he didn't hesitate for a single second. Ryland bent down and licked over her glistening shoes, swallowing the salty and slightly sour liquid. He cleaned her shoes up methodically and then moved onto the ground, clearing up the small puddle he had made.
It was humiliating and it tasted bad and he hated it, but he also kind of...loved it. Not because it was piss, but because he knew he was pleasing her right now and that above all, was what Ryland cared about. He eagerly looked up at her when he was done and his heart roared when he saw the proud smile on her lips. „That's a good dog“, he heard her say and her hand landed in his hair, scratching him behind the ears, as she continued: „And next time, when you're an even better dog for me, you might even get to cum.“
Yeah...next time, he thought with a smile.