Clear Skies, Drenched Floor
The empty podium stood silent. The desk was neatly arranged with lesson materials and personal files, yet her mind clung to a single sentence far more tightly than any lesson plan.
“From now on, your bladder can only be emptied when I, your master, permit it.”
She replayed the words slowly, as though trying to tattoo them somewhere inside her body. Every syllable, every pause, every final period.
She closed her eyes quietly.
I can hold it. No—I have to hold it.
She crossed her legs again, tighter this time, tensing the muscles in her thighs and repeating the command to herself: from now on.
The aftertaste of the coffee she had drunk earlier still lingered on her tongue. Her bladder had already begun processing the caffeine, but she could not go to the restroom. Not since the order had been given. She no longer had permission for even that basic function.
And the order had come from him—the man whose name and face she did not know, yet who controlled her body and mind with a single sentence. Where was he now? Perhaps sitting somewhere in this very classroom, watching to see when her legs would tremble or when her body would twitch.
If Master is watching… that would be even better… I don’t know.
With that single thought, Song Jiwon straightened her posture even more. She was acutely aware of the strange sensation stirring between her legs, monitoring herself like the bitch she had become.
Her fingers slowly turned a page, but her eyes never followed the text. Her gaze stayed fixed on the paper while her mind raced with fantasies of when, where, and how she might finally be granted release.
Her voice remained calm, yet every sentence carried the unconscious effort of keeping her back straight and her knees pressed together. The pressure in her bladder was growing heavier by the minute. Her body, saturated with caffeine and water, was now generating an unbearable urge.
When… when will he let me go…?
No one else knew about the Telegram chat. No one else knew the command waiting inside it.
“Your bladder belongs to me. It opens only when I allow it.”
Class began. Students took their seats. Song Jiwon stood at the podium, repeating the message in her mind while maintaining a composed posture. Her back was straight, her expression gentle, but a burning, foreign heat pulsed between her thighs. The heavy sensation pressing against her panties was no longer a simple biological need—it was domination, forced upon her by someone else.
“Here, this section—”
She turned the page and looked out at the students. Among the blank faces, her eyes briefly met those of a male student sitting by the window in the very back row.
Kim Mingyu.
He said nothing, yet his gaze carried a strange, relaxed confidence—as though he already knew everything. Song Jiwon quickly looked away, a chill running down her chest.
Min-gyu’s stare feels… unpleasant.
At that exact moment, she noticed him casually crossing his legs and shifting in his seat. He simply nodded once, eyes still on his textbook. She unconsciously tightened her thighs and adjusted her posture. Her bladder grew heavier, her lower abdomen burning with pain. Yet all of this suffering could only end with his permission.
At the thought, she bit her lip without realizing it and swallowed hard.
Please… give the order. Please allow me to go…
The bell rang, marking the end of the long two-hour class. Song Jiwon had not once left the podium. She stood with her back perfectly straight and her legs pressed tightly together, like a statue that allowed no movement. Sweat dampened her back, her fingertips were stiff, and her lips were dry. The only relief she felt was that none of the students had witnessed her losing control in front of them.
“That concludes today’s lesson.”
Her voice lacked its usual warmth. Normally she would exchange gentle greetings with each departing student, but today she merely nodded once while clutching her files to her chest.
“Good work, everyone.”
That was all. A few students paused and glanced at her, but Song Jiwon was already leaving the classroom. Kim Mingyu, still seated, watched her retreating figure and allowed a faint smile to cross his lips. His eyes remained on his textbook, yet his gaze traced the line of her tight skirt.
Look at that bitch struggling to hold it. Our little bitch is acting so proper today. But how filthy must it be between those legs right now…?
He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, unseen by anyone.
Outside the lecture building, at the end of the administrative corridor, Song Jiwon flung open the door to her private office and rushed inside. The moment she closed it, her fingers trembled. The tidy desk, the window half-hidden by curtains, the quiet room—it had become her confessional.
She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, steadied her breathing, and pulled out her smartphone. She opened Telegram and typed a single, desperate line.
She sent the message and clutched the phone to her chest as she sank into her chair. Her legs, her heart, and her bladder all trembled together.
Kim Mingyu exhaled slowly and looked away from the screen for a moment. Right now, she was tensing her entire body at his single command. It was time to decide how he would make that tension break.
Climbing the narrow stairs to the rooftop, Song Jiwon felt her heart pounding as though it might burst. The old concrete walls and dusty handrail filled the small space with an uneasy vibration. What if someone else was there?
“Please… let no one come…”
She muttered as she carefully stepped forward, yet her mind was already occupied with a different worry.
How should I film it so Master will like it…? I have to hide my face… but show my posture clearly… make it look even more vulgar…
She was sinking deeper into that thought. Fear and excitement rocked her like waves.
To think I would do something like this here… This is completely crossing the line…
A small smile formed on her lips.
…That’s exactly why I love it. Master always pushes my desires in ways I never expect.
When she pushed open the rooftop door, the wind wrapped around her body. The space was empty. The sky above was quiet. Beyond the old solar panels, the distant city noise drifted up. Nothing had begun yet, but her entire body was already prepared. Her master’s command alone had gathered every nerve to this place.
“…From now on… this bitch obeys.”
With trembling legs, Song Jiwon walked to the center of the rooftop and carefully set up a small tripod. Her fingers shook. She, who had never even relieved herself behind a flowerpot, was now about to do this on a rooftop overlooking the city—while filming it.
She positioned her phone and checked the frame. Only from the chin down would be visible, but that part would be shown in perfect, explicit detail. Her short miniskirt rode up slightly, exposing smooth thighs. The black mesh lace panties were already soaked through. While holding everything back at her master’s command, her pussy had been dripping nonstop.
“Master… can you see me clearly…? Your bitch is going to pull her panties down now…”
She slowly lowered her panties to her knees without hesitation. The wet lace slid down her thighs. When the cold wind brushed against her sensitive skin, a small moan escaped her lips. She spread her legs into an M-shape as wide as possible and squatted down, her high heels pointing outward, the mesh panties dangling from one ankle. In this position, her pussy was completely exposed.
“I’ll spread it so Master can see everything clearly…”
With trembling fingers, she parted her labia. Shame burned across her face, yet exposing herself to the camera only aroused her further. Her slightly swollen clitoris and vaginal opening were laid bare before the lens.
“Look… your bitch’s pussy is this excited… Just from Master’s command, it’s gotten this wet…”
Love juices trickled between her spread fingers. Then, the urine she had been holding back began to leak out in small drops that soon formed a thin stream.
“Aah… Master… I really can’t hold it anymore… Your bitch is going to pee now…?”
Even as she asked for permission, urine was already flowing from her pussy. In the next instant, a powerful stream gushed out, soaking the concrete floor.
“Aaah… thank you… Master… Thank you for letting your bitch pee so freely…”
Even while urinating, she kept her pussy spread wide so her master could see everything clearly. The golden stream poured out in full view of the camera. Her legs trembled with both pleasure and shame.
“Master… thank you for allowing me to go…”
Yet her fingers never left her pussy. She gently spread and closed her wet labia, playing with the glistening mixture of urine and arousal. She bit her lip.
“Ah… it’s gotten so wet…”
Her fingers circled near her clitoris. Every light touch sent sweet electricity through her body. Still, she forced herself to stop.
“No… without Master’s permission… I can’t…”
She whispered in a trembling voice.
“Master… just by becoming your bitch and peeing outdoors like this, I’ve gotten this swollen and wet… But I can only do it when you command me, right…? Still… I’ll show you my pussy properly…”
She brought the phone closer to her pussy and spread her labia wide with both hands, capturing every detail—her swollen clitoris and glistening entrance—on camera. After stopping the recording, she looked down at the puddle she had created. The urine shimmered under the sunlight like a mirror reflecting her shame.
With shaking hands, she first pulled the mesh panties back up from her ankle. The damp fabric against her skin sent a small shiver up her spine. Next came the skirt. As she lowered it over her white thighs, her pussy continued to throb with desire.
Doing something like this… here… it’s so thrilling.
She straightened the wrinkles in her blouse and replayed what she had just done. On this rooftop overlooking the city, she had squatted and urinated in front of a camera with her pussy spread open. Shame flooded her, yet that very shame only fueled her lust further.
I need to get back to the office and send it quickly… I wonder what Master will say…
Her high heels clicked sharply as she hurried toward the exit. Every step rubbed her still-wet pussy against the panties, making her breathing grow rougher. Her unsatisfied desire continued to sway her steps.
But the moment she opened the exit door, Song Jiwon froze. She came face-to-face with Kim Mingyu climbing the stairs.
Her heart pounded violently. Her pussy was still wet, and faint traces of urine remained on her inner thighs.
Right there… my urine is right there… What do I do…?
Panic and shame mixed together, turning her mind white. Yet years of teaching experience saved her. She quickly regained her composure and offered a gentle, teacherly smile.
“Oh my, Min-gyu. What are you doing up here?”
Her voice trembled slightly, but fortunately he did not seem to notice.
“Ah… Teacher…”
His gaze swept over her legs. She instinctively pressed her thighs together.
“Hmm, there are still students like this. The restroom exists for a reason, you know.”
She clicked her tongue playfully. Even as she spoke, her pussy throbbed. Simply saying these words in front of Min-gyu made her heart race as though it might burst.
“Min-gyu, don’t go near the center. Someone peed there. Go cool your head and I’ll see you in class~”
With that, she quickly left, practically fleeing down the stairs. Her legs still trembled with every step.
Kim Mingyu accepted her behavior naturally. But the moment she disappeared, a lewd smile spread across his lips. He slowly walked toward the puddle on the floor, savoring the moment. His shoe tip lightly touched the still-warm liquid.
“Fuck… if I’d been a little faster, we would’ve run into each other. You really took your time, Song Jiwon. Heh, you pissed a lot, you bitch…”
He rubbed his shoe in the puddle. The lingering warmth transferred through the sole.
“Her pussy must be just as soaked right now…”
He muttered to himself while drawing slow circles with his foot over the puddle, as though stroking her pussy.
“What should I make her do next…? If she’s willing to pee in a place like this, she’ll probably do anything I tell her now…”
His smile deepened. He gave the puddle one final rub with his shoe before slowly leaving the rooftop, hoping the verification video from his bitch, Song Jiwon, would arrive soon.