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Patty 3/4
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Patty's Story by LewdLucy
Part 3 of 4
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Another day.
Patty looked back and forth preying no one
would come out to the parking lot until her
torment was over.
"Pull up your dress Patty."
Patty gathered her dress from the bottom and
pulled it high above the waist showing her
pale blue panties from the waist down. The
crotch of her panties were thoroughly soaked
with her musty oils and the wetness now felt
cold against her cunt.
"Now squat down for me Patty." "That's it."
"No, spread your legs wider then that or you
piss into you shoes."
Patty looked up a Norm, ready to give total
obedience to his nasty commands. Ashamed at
her willingness to be used by this man, she
waited. She squatted, watching her
reflection on the side of a car. Squatting
in her high heels, her crotch hand just
inches from the ground, her legs already
aching from the odd position.
"Piss Patty." "Piss in you little blue
panties for me."
Patty held his gaze while concentrating on
releasing her bladder. Finally she felt the
hot flow start. Hot. She couldn't believe
how hot it was. Her panties served to
collect the flow at first, maybe because of
the coating of lube she had dripped in them
all night in the restaurant. Her piss came
out around the crotch of her panties at first
while seeming to form a pocket from her cunt
to her asshole. Finally a stream formed
under her asshole and a steady stream started
flowing to the ground while other smaller
streams went in different directions, soaking
her thighs and filling her shoes. The
hissing sound seemed so load she imagined
everyone could here her. Pissing, in
supplication to Norm. Another offering of
herself, her private functions, given in
submission to others. Patty's cheeks burned
as she listened to the hissing and splashing
sounds of her piss hitting the pavement and
looked up into the gaze of Norm watching her
relieve herself. The smell of her urine was
very strong. As she sniffed the odor, she
knew Norm could smell her private scent as
well. The puddle under her widened and broke
into clear yellow trails following the
contour of the ground.
Finally finished, she stood, still holding
her dress up, watch Norms eyes travel to her
wet stained panty crotch. Norm know exactly
when and how to maximize her mortification
with well timed stares and commands. "You
can drop you dress now, you look like a
little pig standing there in your pissy
pants."
Patty let go of the hem of her dress,
luxuriating in the wet sticky feel of the wet
crotch of her panties against her cunt and
asshole. The stickiness on her thighs and
legs. The murky feeling of piss mixed with
the funkiness of her shoes.
"Lets walk awhile, it'll give you panties
time to dry out a little."
"Okay Norm." "I guess they'll start to stink
pretty soon."
"Yeah, I guess they will"
As they started walking, Patty's heart nearly
stopped as she realized a couple had been
sitting in their car not ten feet away,
watching and hearing her nasty spectacle.
She burned with embarrassment. It was one
thing to play these little slave games with
Norm. Having strangers see her willingly
degrade herself was almost more than she was
ready for. As she passed them she made a
point of meeting the eyes of both of them,
silently acknowledging their knowledge of her
actions. A private self punishment for a
nasty, plain, small tittied woman who let men
tell her to piss her pants in parking lots
than walk around in her wet smelly panties.
As they walked, Patty concentrated with all
her might until, finally she felt the silent
flow of burning piss once again flow into her
panties and drip down the inside of both
thighs. Wetting both legs with her sticky
urine. Yes she certainly would stink pretty
soon. She was immediately mortified when
Norm looked back and saw the small trail of
urine she had left as they walked.
Norm decided to take her someplace hot and
stuffy where smell becomes apparent.
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