I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to bed with a very full bladder and wanted to piss very badly, but to please him, I would wait until morning. As I hit send, I wondered what was in store in his email.

I opened Dave’s email and started to read. He’d laid everything out for the weekend. Starting now, the only thing I was allowed to eat or drink was water or protein shakes. No soda, no meat, not vegetables or anything. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday night, so I knew I wasn’t screwed there. He told me that I had to stop by the drug store on my way home from work, and buy a package of adult diapers, two enema kits and some pedia-lite. I had to drink 200 ounces of water again on Friday, and he’d be sending me text messages to tell me to drink. Any time he did, I had to drink at least 8 ounces and report back to him. I was instructed to be at his house at 10am Saturday morning, wearing the  under my street clothes, just in case of accidents, and to be ready to give up all bodily functions until 10pm on Sunday night.

I closed the email, excited as hell, and headed off to bed. The next 72 hours were going to be insane!

Waking up, I knew I was screwed, I had to piss so badly, but knew that after his previous emails, I didn’t have much control, he had it all. If I wanted to piss, I needed his permission. I knew it was going to be a painful day, having to drink 200 ounces of water. As I crawled out of bed, still feeling groggy, I remembered last night’s email, water or protein shakes only. How the hell was I going to start my day I wondered to myself? I’m normally a tea drinker, and get my caffeine in the morning that way. But not this morning.

I stumbled into the kitchen, I figured I’d start strong, and got a 32 ounce water bottle from the cupboard, and filled it with water, and walked into the living room to start drinking it and check my email before I got into the shower. I was surprised to see an email from Dave after reading last nights mail. I expected to only hear from him when I was begging him to let me piss.

“Boy, I forgot one thing last night. I bet you have to piss right now, don’t you. You can, BUT, first go to the kitchen, and get yourself a glass, not a big one, just a normal juice glass. Do you see where this is going boy? You can piss, but only once you’ve filled the glass, and have drank everything that’s in it. For the rest of the day, if you want to piss, you can either email or SMS me and beg, or you can drink a glass of your own piss.

PS: I’ll be in meetings most of the day, so it may take me a bit to reply to your requests J”

SHIT. SHIT! So not only did I have to piss, I now had a raging hard on! How the fuck was I supposed to be able to piss after he got me so excited! At least I knew I wouldn’t have that problem this weekend with the  in! I finished my 32 ounces of water and walked into the kitchen to grab a glass to piss into. I headed to the bathroom and stood there trying to fill the glass, it took forever for my dick to get soft enough to fill the glass. I had to strain the whole time, so I knew I was safe in not emptying my whole bladder before I finished my first glass of piss.

This might come as a surprise to you, but I’m kind of a piss virgin. I’ve tasted piss before, but never been forced to drink this much. I put the glass up to my lips and took in the aroma, an aroma I knew I liked. It smelled sweet, and warm. I gently tipped the glass back and let the warm liquid fill my mouth. It didn’t taste bitter or salty like everyone made me believe it would. But instead, good, no, it tasted great. Before I knew it, the glass was empty!

Since I had permission to piss at this point, I went back into the bathroom, turned the shower and started my normal morning routine. Well, as normal as it can be if someone else gets to control when you piss and drink. I pissed all over myself in the shower, trying to cover as much of my body as I could with my piss. I kind of got carried away!

My work day was pretty routine, other than the big water bottle sitting on my desk all day. Around 10:30am, I had to piss really badly, and knew I could either SMS Dave, or take a glass into the men’s room at work. I decided that I’d start by emailing him. Maybe he wasn’t in a meeting or wouldn’t ignore me in my time of need, and heck, while I was at it, I might as well finish this water bottle and get a little bit more. 2 minutes later, no response. 3 minutes, 4 minutes. After 15 minutes, and the extra water I had just drank, I knew I couldn’t hold it any more. I had to drink my own piss again, which I was excited about, but to do it at work! What would someone say if they saw me walk into the bathroom with a glass? Would they know? Would they wonder?

 

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