Office Toilet in S.L: A New Sensation
Here's a paraphrased version of the original story:
Sara dashed out of the elevator and towards the accounting firm she was interning at, located on the third floor of an office building. At twenty years old, she was a slender young woman with pale skin, trim legs, and a petite face featuring a cute upturned nose and plump lips that occasionally parted to reveal her two front teeth. She had naturally dark blonde hair, which she dyed a vibrant shade of magenta.
Realizing she was running late, Sara swiftly approached her desk and greeted the other three women in the office--Magdolna, a Hungarian woman in her mid-forties; Chloe, a blonde in her late twenties; and Leila, the oldest of them all in her early sixties. Even though they all reciprocated her greeting, there seemed to be an odd atmosphere in the room that Sara couldn't quite place. Was there a secret they were keeping from her?
As she turned on her computer, she worried that her boss, Margo Gale, had spotted her tardiness, as she'd been scolded several times in the past couple of months.
After an hour had passed, Margo exited her office. The tall, tanned Australian woman in her late forties, who had black hair and a charming slender face, then gestured for Sara to enter.
"Morning, Sara. Glad you could join us today," Margo said. Despite her upbeat tone, Sara assumed her boss had seen her empty desk earlier and realized she was running late.
"Morning, Miss Gale. Yeah, absolutely." Saras responded, assuming she was about to receive another reprimand for her tardiness.
Shutting her office door behind them, Margo sat down behind her desk, while Sara nervously sat on the chair for visitors.
"So, you've been late eleven times now... but that's not what I'm concerned about," Margo said.
"It's not?" Sara inquired, confused and slightly relieved that her lateness wasn't the primary concern.
"No, actually, my main focus is your frequent and lengthy restroom visits. I asked one of your coworkers to measure the time you spent in the bathroom last week and found that you spend approximately an hour each day."
Feeling hot with embarrassment, Sara admitted to herself that she probably overlooked the length of her bathroom breaks, often using them as a break from her desk to scroll through her phone. But she hadn't realized she was using an hour's worth of her workday for this activity.
"Ah, do you have a particular reason? Some issues with... you know?"
Shaking her head, Sara didn't feel the need to fabricate any conditions, since she wasn't the type to fib.
"In that case, it's not acceptable. You appear to be shirking your work, and I'll be adding this to your report for your internship. Since you're making repeated late starts and wasting so much time in the restroom, I can't recommend you to pass this internship."
Her eyes widening in terror, Sara begged Margo not to make this a negative remark on her record. Failing the internship could potentially hinder her progress towards obtaining her accounting qualification, or at least delay her completion of it, and the last few months would've been a colossal waste.
"Please don't do that! From now on, I'll ensure my bathroom visits last less than an hour per day. I promise to work on improving my punctuality too!"
With a sigh, Margo conceded that she would give Sara a second chance. "I won't continuously monitor your restroom visits, but I'll keep an eye on your tardiness."
Sara expressed gratitude, feeling the need to improve her behavior during the last month of her internship.
Margo stated that the consequence was not being allowed in the restroom.
"But what if I really need to go?" Sara questioned, perplexed. Considering she assumed she was on time, she spent eight hours in the office and wondered how her boss expected her to endure the day without utilizing the restroom.
"You will have alternative options besides the restroom," Margo explained, bending to fetch something below her desk. When Sara experienced her biggest surprise of the day, Margo pulled out a plastic potty and placed it on her desk. "This is what you'll utilize instead. Whenever you need to go to the bathroom, knock on my office door, and I'll grant you access to this potty. This way, I can ensure you use it correctly and monitor you're not wasting time that should be put into your work."
Certain this was some mean joke, Sara was astounded by the woman's seriousness. Perhaps her boss was attempting to scare her into better behavior through the possibility of humiliation.
"I don't find that necessary. I assure you, I will keep my bathroom breaks swift from now on..."
"I am the one deciding what's necessary, Sara, and this is what I've chosen. If caught using the restroom once more, I'll write you a poor evaluation, and you'll fail your internship. Take the potty and exhibit your competence in using it." Margo extended the potty to the girl, who cautiously grabbed it.
"Here?" Sara questioned, uncertain how to use it.
"Yes, set it on the ground and sit on it," Margo instructed, rolling her eyes.
"But I don't actually feel the need to go..." Sara searched for an excuse, considering holding her pee before work and eliminating bathroom breaks.
"Alright... I'll begin writing your evaluation... no point in waiting to observe if your actions improve..."
"No! I'll do it." Sara conceded, placing the potty on the floor. She couldn't believe she'd be urinating in front of the woman, particularly on a humiliating kind of toilet, but had no other alternative. She removed her pencil skirt, allowing it to slide down so she could step out of it. Scarlet blushed at her decision to not wear underwear, yet with no other choice, Sara hesitated before removing her tights and panties, revealing her lean legs and hairless vulva for her observing superior.
Struggling to relax her body, Sara permitted the woman to witness her expose her slight body on the unconventional toilet, her face suffused with awkwardness.
"Look at me, I don't desire any moping."
Sara disobeyed, horrified at the frailty of her stream and the defilement of her nakedness.
"Come on, I am a busy person, so I don't have all day to observe you sit on your potty."
Though horrified, Sara still struggled to pee, feeling shame for doing so in a pink potty as opposed to a regular toilet in a private environment if only she had not used her phone for so long during breaks.
"Try to loosen your muscles... and gently press your lower stomach, enhancing pressure on your bladder." Margo advised as she rolled her eyes.
Sara complied, finally achieving the release of her urine, hearing the spray of the liquid against the plastic tub, and the tinkling echo filling the room.
"So, you did need to go." Margo chuckled, observing Sara's mortification and the pettiness of her flush. "You're faster than some of your previous restroom breaks."
"Could I please have some toilet paper to wipe?" Sara asked, embarrassed by needing to request something from her boss who chuckled.
"Do you suppose I keep a roll in my office?"
Sara would not have anticipated a plastic potty in her superior's office, yet also didn't counter her question. "Perchance some tissue paper?"
"Nope, just pull up your underwear. No wasting time with toilet paper."
Sara didn't put up a fight and rose to her feet, reluctantly hauling up her underwear. She tried to ignore the realization that the material would press against her wet, unclean vagina. She pulled up her tights as well and put her pencil skirt on, zipping it up and tucking in her blouse. At least she was clothed again, avoiding being halfway naked from the waist down.
"And what of the bathroom?" the girl questioned, observing the plastic bowl half filled with her yellow urine, which looked peachy in the pink container. She didn't quite understand how the woman planned to have it emptied in her office considering she doubted Margo would want to work alongside an open container of urine in the room.
"You must go empty it in the restroom, along with washing your hands being the only activities allowed. You are not to use the toilet for urinating or defecating nor may you use any of the toilet paper for cleaning yourself. If you're on your period, you may also come to my office to change sanitary products. Is all this clear?"
Sara nodded, still in disbelief that she was agreeing to such disgusting and humiliating rules, but she was desperate to pass the internship.
"Excellent, now get back to work as soon as you've emptied your potty then returned it," her boss directed her. Margo turned back to her computer. Sara recalled the weird vibe she'd sensed when she walked in that morning and realized that her three colleagues undoubtedly knew about the new grotesque regulations she'd have to adhere to in order to pass her internship, while she'd been blissfully unaware until then.
Sara had no other option but to carefully pick up the plastic potty and carry it out of the office onto the floor plate. She moved a little slower due to her fear of pee spilling over the sides. Passing by the other women's desks, none commented but Magdolna smiled mischievously and Chloe gave a sympathetic look (yet subtly condescending, as one would with a 'poor thing') and managed to resist laughing. In the hallway, Sara cautiously checked the lift. They were the only occupants of the third floor in the office block, with the opposite office being empty at the moment, so they had their restroom to themselves. However, she was still anxious about bumping into a stranger who might be visiting their accounting firm or had gotten off on the wrong floor.
Fortunately, all seemed quiet and Sara rushed to the restroom. She quickly emptied the potty into the toilet, dried the inside with some toilet paper, and flushed. She couldn't believe she was no longer considered trustworthy to use the bathroom like a regular person. She examined the plastic potty in her hands, now realizing it would be her new undignified toilet for the duration of her internship. 'If I'm punctual and take appropriate toilet breaks, maybe Miss Gale will eventually allow me to use the restroom again...' Sara thought hopefully, realizing that she was getting used to this mortifying new routine. With clean hands, she returned to her floor plate, dropping the potty in her boss' office, and got back to work.
Sara hoped she could make it through the day without having to pee, but as the afternoon extended and her need to pee grew stronger, she eventually crumbled. She knocked on the door which Margo opened and handed her the potty. Despite being humiliated, Sara sat on the plastic seat in her boss' office and peed into the bowl while the woman watched.
This procedure continued daily, with her colleagues occasionally offering teas and coffees throughout the day while reminding her of the importance of staying hydrated. Sara found herself having to knock on Margo's door multiple times a day for the demeaning act she'd begun to grow accustomed to, finding it no longer as difficult to pee in front of her boss as it was in the beginning.
On her way home from work, Sara paid a visit to a drugstore and discovered their section for incontinence products. Since she couldn't wipe herself after peeing in a potty at the office due to not being allowed to use toilet paper, she had soiled several pairs of underwear with urine stains from her unwiped private parts, and was fed up with doing laundry while concealing these indignities from her roommate. Sara came up with the solution of wearing incontinence or menstrual pads within her underwear.
She chose incontinence pads since they tended to be more absorbent than menstrual ones, and selected some subtle panty-liners, believing they'd be enough to shield her panties against her unwiped sexual organ, not to protect herself from any actual leaking.
Sara also found a personal spray meant for 'intimate' use as she noticed she often smelled like urine as the day wore on and her pissy vagina soaked into her underwear, therefore she hoped the unique deodorant would conceal that.
Sara couldn't help feeling a touch of embarrassment when paying for the incontinence-related products, and the female cashier took note of her blushing.
"Don't conclude I'm concerned, my daughter wears similar ones as you since she sometimes suffers from minor accidents," the woman reassured the girl in a maternal tone.
"Thanks," Sara mumbled, red-faced even further that the woman had believed she was afflicted with some mild incontinence concern, but realized her rationale for wearing them was even more humiliating - to prevent pee stains from not being able to clean herself after using a potty in front of her boss. 'Well, at least I won't have to worry about my flatmate finding dirty panties in my laundry and judging me as messy,' she thought, consoling herself as she left the establishment.
Sara was content with her decision to wear the pads, and they served their purpose. However, they did cause an awkward incident when her boss observed them as she lowered her trousers to urinate one day.
"Aww, have you been having little accidents, Sara?"
"No... it's to keep my underwear clean since I'm not allowed to wipe myself." Sara replied, her forehead burning with embarrassment as she realized how whiny she sounded, but the woman just chuckled.
"You should consider buying thicker pads or even better, opt for panties specifically designed for incontinence; you could just sit on your chair at your desk and pee while working," the woman said, seemingly mocking Sara, although she feared the woman may have actually been proposing this unappealing solution.
Sara hoped the woman was teasing her rather than suggesting it as an actual course of action, and wondered if it would be more humiliating to wear diapers under her workplace clothes than having to beg her boss to use a potty.
After several weeks of Sara using the potty, it was gradually becoming normal for her to approach her boss' office whenever she needed the bathroom, sitting on a plastic chair on the office floor, and peeing in front of the older woman. It was something she disliked, but had become so commonplace it felt as unavoidable as a ringing phone call, something she was compelled to handle according to her work responsibilities. Though she never had to poop in the potty, she occasionally struggled to hold her pee till she got home and one day, afraid of accidentally urinating in public or in front of her flatmate, she rushed home and quickly used the toilet. As she hurried to pull down her panties, a sudden burst of urine escaped her urethra.
Now, Sara headed to work earlier than usual, acutely aware of her looming need to pee. Though she could tolerate her potty usage at present, the possibility of not making it to the office was a significant concern, and she was anxious it might happen today if she had to hold it any longer. Fortunately for Sara, her boss was occupied with a call when she knocked on the door, but she would have to return soon.
"Do you need the potty, Sara?" Margo asked after ending the call.
"Yes, please..." Sara said, lowering her eyes.
Margo wheeled the potty towards Sara and opened the drawer with pads and a personal spray meant to mask odors caused by urine. Sara sighed in relief as she emptied the potty and placed the used pad in the drawer. She felt grateful for the incontinence pads, which had managed to save her underwear from her unwiped sexual organ, in addition to the deodorant that held off any urine odor.
However, Sara also felt a growing dread that she was becoming too accustomed to using the potty, and that the unconventional method of eliminating urinary waste in the workplace had become mundane. It no longer felt like the most degrading task she'd ever experienced but more like a normal office chore. She yearned for the day when she could, at last, regain her dignity and freely use the toilet.
"Hold on for a moment, Sara..." The woman said as she carried on with her phone call, leaving Sara to anxiously wait. Sara tried her best to remain still, rocking from side to side like a child amused by a game, doing whatever she could to prevent herself from having an accident as her boss' conversation dragged on. Her embarrassment grew with every passing moment, as she could feel herself becoming more and more desperate for the bathroom. She couldn't contain her soft moans of frustration, her hands covering her stomach, her blushes turning deeper with each passing second.
"Please may I have the portable toilet, Miss Gale?" Sara pleaded, her cheeks flushed with humiliation. Unfortunately, her boss didn't seem to notice, continuing her conversation as though Sara wasn't even there. Sara was forced to bend over, fighting the urge to let her bladder empty itself as she struggled to hold it in.
"Alright, what is it Sara?" The older woman asked when she had finally finished her call.
"May I please have the portable toilet, Miss Gale?" Sara begged, her embarrassment growing by the second. Miss Gale's disinterested response made it clear she had no intention of granting the favor. Instead, she began to fiddle with her notepad, slowly hunting for a pen, her actions clearly done to prolong Sara's agony.
The anticipation was too much for Sara, and she could no longer hold back the powerful stream of urine that flowed through her body. She safeguarded the notepad from the spillage, but once it was too intense, she could do nothing as her bladder spilled its contents.
"Sara!" Margo gasped, yet her smile betrayed her glee at having orchestrated this situation. Sara's need had momentarily overridden her ability to control her urine, and she continued to empty her bladder as a dark pool developed around her.
"Can you stop now?" Margo demanded once she had felt she'd had enough entertainment.
"I'm truly sorry, I just couldn't contain it any longer!" Sara apologized, desperate to distance herself from the humiliation of pissing all over her boss's office floor. But she knew deep down that her need to use the toilet had been turned into a much more humiliating experience by her boss' actions.
"You've flooded my office floor with your pee! Go get a mop to clean it up!" Margo ordered, refusing to help out. Sara gratefully took the command as an instruction rather than a discussion, and set off to find the mop.
As she passed her three colleagues at their desks, they couldn't help but stare at the sight of her soaked white slacks and either smirked or shook their heads.
"Isn't it soaking your bottoms?" Magdolna laughed.
"Good luck getting those stains out..." Leila remarked.
Sara tried to keep a level head, but failed as she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She'd never been naked in front of these people, and yet here she was with her legs dripping with urine.
She emptied the water into the bucket, then returned to her boss's office.
"Take the soiled clothes off!" Margo ordered, as if she were unaware of Sara's sacrifice, causing Sara to drop her clothes outside the office, fully aware of her nakedness.
As Sara stuffed her wet slacks and panties into the trash bin, she couldn't help but wonder how she would get home without them, but she was more focused on mopping up the puddle on the floor.
"That should hold us over for now," Margo said at last, "Call the cleaner to give the floor a more thorough clean in the morning."
"I apologize again..." Sara said, her embarrassment clearly evident. But despite herself, Sara couldn't help but feel that the situation had never been about her in the first place, but was all her boss's doing.
"Don't stress, you're not able to walk around without clothes below the waist! Thankfully, I have these on hand..." The woman said, opening up the lower drawer of her desk, and to Sara's astonishment, she pulled out a pack of adult diapers alongside wet wipes and powder. "I bought them in case I needed to send you on a company trip somewhere without using the restroom, but they seem to be necessary now."
"Do I truly have to wear that? I'll seem foolish!"
"You already seemed ridiculous wetting yourself while standing in front of my desk. I don't keep spare clothes around just in case one of my employees needs them, so it's diapers or remain naked, and I don't think nudity is suitable for the office... especially because I think you've demonstrated you can't be trusted to use the toilet today, and I don't want any further accidents."
Sara, realizing she had no choice but to wear the thing, hesitantly took the diaper, bottle of powder, and wet wipes from the woman. She opened the packet of wet wipes and used them to clean her smooth legs, making sure she didn't miss any remaining drops of pee, before also cleaning her vagina using them, thinking she at least had the chance to clean her genitals after peeing, contrary to the usual protocol.
"Do I need to powder myself?" Sara inquired as she sat down on the floor, thinking that even if she was going to have to wear the diaper, she wouldn't be wetting it as her bladder was almost empty and the workday was practically over. It wasn't like there was a risk of her getting diaper rash from wearing them for a short while.
"Certainly! Why would I give you a bottle of it otherwise?"
Sara blushed but powdered around her vulva and inner thighs. Then, she unfolded the diaper, sat in it, and taped it shut. She couldn't believe she was actually wearing a diaper in her boss' office, but she climbed back up, embarrassed as she gazed at her padded crotch in contrast to her slender legs and feet in high heels.
Sara went back to the floorplate, feeling embarrassed as she emerged from her boss' office only in her blouse, crinkly diaper, and high heels, realizing how utterly ridiculous she appeared, even more so than when she was carrying a plastic potty full of her urine. Her three coworkers all looked at her, and Chloe even tried to hold in a chuckle, yet none seemed all that surprised, and she wondered if Miss Gale may have already informed them of her having to wear diapers, and they were simply waiting to see her change into them since she had appeared in her wet slacks to collect the mop.
Margo followed the girl out and addressed the group. "Unfortunately, we have some serious work from one of our customers which we require to be completed tonight, so we'll need some extra hours from all of you unless you have prior commitments. I'll be ordering Thai food for dinner!"
The three women grumbled good-naturedly, but none declined, accustomed to these sudden work requests and with overtime pay being a good deal in the firm.
"Do I need to stay?" Sara questioned, not as accustomed to these situations as her colleagues.
"Yes, we'll need you to collect several reports."
****
As the afternoon turned to evening, and they consumed the anticipated Thai food at their computer stations, Sara realized she was very likely going to wet her diaper. Deciding that she would have to go, the girl contemplated asking her boss to use the potty, but she knew - with her taped in a diaper - that she would probably just be asked to wet herself, sparing the humiliation of leaving her workstation to seek, and she decided to ignore her urges, hoping she could control her bladder.
However, as the hours passed, it became clear she would have to just wet herself. She awkwardly tried to relax while seated at her desk, but struggled to release her bladder. Finally, a slight trickle of pee escaped, feeling embarrassed as she really had to relieve herself at her desk... Though she had started, she found she needed to apply more force to fully empty, and soon peed normally, feeling a moist warmth spread over her upper thighs and buttocks. The red-haired girl was relieved to see that the diaper contained her pee but was awkwardly uncomfortable in her soggy, diapered state.
****
"Well done, everyone! Time to go home!" Margo complimented her staff when they'd completed the task later that night. Chloe, Magdolna, and Leila all switched off their computers, packed up, and exited, leaving Sara hesitantly lingering around, unsure of how she'd get home given she was without bottom-half attire aside from the diaper which she had wet twice that evening.
"You can leave too, Sara." Margo said with a grin.
Don't you typically run home? Your flat wasn't too far from here... The noirette said before chuckling at the girl's fear of possibly having to roam the streets in a wet diaper. "Alright, I'll retrieve your trousers from the rubbish bin."
Sara didn't savour the idea of wearing the trousers she'd soiled with urine, but Margo returned with them and the girl realized she had no other option but to put them back on over the diaper, groaning at the dampness still clinging to her inner thighs. She even considered asking if she could remove her diaper or at least exchange it for a fresh one, but decided against it, fearing further embarrassment. The stains were undeniable on the white fabric, clearly visible around her crotch, inner thighs, and legs. She reasoned that the evening would bring darker streets, which could potentially hide the yellowish stains from sight.
"Okay, off you go now, Sara! I want to return home myself."
****
The trip home was thankfully uneventful. Sara did encounter some strangers casting suspicious glances in her direction, wondering whether they noticed the discolored areas on her slacks or the bulge from her diaper. She chose to ignore the potential attention and the shame and embarrassment she felt. Her flatmate was cooking in the kitchen, so Sara entered her room unseen. Grateful for her good fortune, the girl realized that had she had good luck, she'd never have urinated herself in her boss' presence, let alone been forced to wear a diaper all day.
The soaked diaper, along with the stained pants, went directly into a black trash bag she took down to the dumpster. She then showered and changed into her pyjamas. As the internship's end drew closer and closer, Sara reasoned that she only had eight more days before saying goodbye to the potty, the incontinence pads, and the diapers.
****
Sara groaned, clutching her stomach which rumbled. It was around eleven in the morning and a takeaway she had the night before appeared to disagree with her system. She was desperate for a bowel movement. She'd successfully defecated in the mornings before work so far, but she doubted she'd last that long this time. She hesitantly approached her boss' office.
"Toilet time already?" Margo inquired.
Sara blushed, glancing down at her feet. "Ummm... I think a number two is imminent... May I use the regular toilets for this one?"
"No my dear, urinating and defecating will continue to be done in your potty until your internship is over. You'd rather put a diaper on and defecate in it or maybe hold it in until you're so desperate you soil your clothes?"
Sara pondered the diaper option, but felt repulsed by the idea of a messy diaper in close proximity. So, the girl reluctantly accepted the potty, unzipped her skirt, and pulled down her panties, before seated on it as she'd numerous times in front of her boss, working at her desk. This time, however, it wasn't for a quick pee.
She found it strange that this felt oddly normal to sit on the potty she'd so often used to urinate. It was a different matter entirely when attempting to have a bowel movement. Despite her desperation, Sara struggled to empty her bowels.
"Do you feel constipated?" Margo teased.
Sara flushed, shook her head, and knew that she'd likely experience the opposite. As she exerted herself, she managed to produce a liquid eruption of watery diarrhea. However, her bowel movement didn't end there. Her diarrhea was followed by a few soft stools that joined the mess in the potty. Her urine joined as well. (She believed she could improve the text's quality.) To make matters worse, her bladder released a stream of urine in addition to the mixed, stinky concoction.
"Not constipated, no..." Margo chuckled as she heard the wet sound coming from the bathroom. "Geez, that smells awful. Go grab something from the cleaning cabinet to freshen up my office a bit, but clean yourself first, please."
"May I use those wet wipes to clean up?" Sara asked, knowing her boss always kept them in her desk from when she'd used them to change her own diapers.
"No, we agreed on the rules, it would be a shame to get a bad report now after you've been doing so well these past few weeks."
Left with no other choice, Sara had to pull up her panties and put on her skirt again, wondering if the incontinence pads would protect her underwear from her messy poo. The idea of having to throw out her dirty panties crossed her mind.
Carrying her potty across the office floor, Sara tried not to look at the foul contents, but the smell attracted the attention of her three coworkers - who usually ignored her - as they turned their heads. Sara felt embarrassed, knowing they saw her carrying her pink potty filled with poop.
The last day of Sara's internship arrived, and she was excited. She'd completed her time despite surprises and challenges, and was happy she'd never again use the pink potty or incontinence pads. No more worrying about toilet breaks, no more shaving her pubic hair so much.
She received her final report from her supervisor, Miss Gale, which praised her work with no mention of her punctuality or her potty breaks that led to her troubles. This time, she got a great review without any notice of her potty predicaments.
In the afternoon, Sara was asked to deliver a letter downstairs. On her return, she found her boss, Chloe, Leila, and Magdolna waiting for her with a cake, champagne, and a gift. Sara was touched by their enthusiasm for her last day and thought, "I have one more humiliation."
The champagne was opened, and four glasses were prepared for Sara's colleagues. But, her share was poured into her pink potty, which lay hidden under her boss' desk.
"We thought you might like a final farewell to your potty!" Margo joked, passing the potty to Sara. "We won't need it here anymore, so you can keep it as a souvenir. You might want to continue using it..."
Sara didn't want to use the potty again and planned to throw it away, but she reluctantly raised it to her mouth and drank the champagne from the potty. As she reflected on her internship, she realized one lesson: keeping your bathroom breaks short helps avoid your boss' attention.
Margo was a bit sad to see her magenta-haired intern go, as she had been a good worker. But more importantly, she fulfilled Margo's kinks by watching the girl pee and other fetishes. She liked yellow shower play, the urge to pee, clothing wetting, diaper fetishes, salirophilia (poopy panties), and fecal misadventures. [Sara], sadly, had learned some valuable life lessons but her biggest takeaway was, keeping your bathroom breaks short is essential to avoid drawing the boss' attention.
Margo loved her urolagnia fetish, but not for regular peeing. In the bedroom, she didn't like golden showers. However, having a cute intern pee in a potty a few times a day was a dream for her. It also allowed her to explore other fetishes like omorashi, where she often saw a desperate Sara with a full bladder, wetting her clothes. Watching Sara's wet pants excited her. The diaper fetish came in handy when making her intern wear diapers to protect their clothes. Sara's coprophilia fascinated her as she witnessed her intern take a messy bowel movement. [Sara]'s experience was indeed memorable as she immersed in her boss' fantasies and learned some important life lessons.
Erika Biancalana, a lawyer friend of hers, had a bizarre way of using her dumb secretary MJ. She trained MJ to become a 'secret courier', convincing the girl to accept anal training so she could smuggle "secret messages" inside her anus. This was all the inspiration Marie needed to apply the same concept to one of her employees. Sara, the intern, appeared to be the perfect candidate, especially considering how often she took long restroom breaks. So, Marie swiftly brought in a potty and hatched a plan, which turned out to be a complete success. While hoping to find her next intern equally malleable, Marie was excited by the prospect of indulging in her own fetishes.
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