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The Temp

... her legs, and I removed her other sneaker. Again, she placed her sole against my face and let it linger there, watching with satisfied amusement as I passionately caressed her aromatic foot. Eventually, Veronica withdrew her foot, interrupting my worship. "Jack, I have a problem for you to solve. I need to go to the bathroom now, but I don´t want to put my sweaty socks and sneakers back on. And I don´t want to walk down the hall and into the bathroom in bare feet. So what am I to do?" "About going to the bathroom?" "Yes, Jack. I have to pee. What are you going to do so I don´t have to make the trip down the hall?" I looked around my office for something that might do the job. There, on a shelf, was an engraved silver Revere bowl I had been given in recognition of my team´s first place finish in a sales competition. I offered Veronica the bowl. "Wonderful Jack. That will do just fine. Now go fetch it for me, and then turn your back to give me some privacy." I retrieved the bowl, and turned my back to her as instructed. As I heard the rustling of her clothing behind me, I thought about her reference to my being her slave. It was now clear that Veronica had no desire for me other than as a toy for her entertainment. But frighteningly, that is exactly what I craved. Now, having assigned me to slave status, she apparently felt I did not deserve to even view her in her current state of partial nudity. I heard the unmistakable sound of her pee hitting the silver bowl; a steady ...

... stream that continued for about 15 seconds, followed by a few additional short squirts. How symbolic that this silver trophy marking my success had been reduced to serving as a receptacle for her piss. I heard her pull up her pants and sit back down in the chair. "You may return to your position, Jack." I turned to kneel again, and I saw that she had set the bowl on the floor between her feet. I offered to remove it, but she told me that I´d have a chance to empty it later. As I knelt, she brought her legs up to rest on my shoulders again. "You did very well coming up with the bowl idea, Jack. I feel much better now. But I´m afraid disposing of my pee presents you with a new problem. If you carry it down the hall to the bathroom, you´ll never be able to get passed the secretaries. They would certainly wonder why you´re carrying your silver bowl so carefully, and stop you to see what was in it. I can just see you trying to explain walking around with a bowl full of piss. And you can´t wait until everyone´s gone at the end of the day, because by then it will have such a rancid smell. You can´t have your office smelling like a public bathroom, now can you? No, Jack, you´ll have to think of something else." I looked around my office for inspiration, but there was no place to empty the bowl. Even my office windows were sealed. She leaned forward in her chair, which shifted more weight to her legs resting on my shoulders, and f***ed my upper body lower. "That´s the challenge, Jack. How ...