Robert’s Little Accident

This is a bit of a long read, but well worth your time boys & girls (grin!)….

I stood and
adjusted my bra a little in the mirror, making sure my breasts were being
presented just right and my panties were pulled tightly under my knee-length
skirt. I slipped my jacket on just as Brianna buzzed.

“Mr. Carter from Newsweek is here for your
appointment,” came Brianna’s soft, submissive voice.

“Thank you, Brianna, bring him in.” She had
done as requested and already given him a very potent cup of coffee, with two
Viagra tablets & a special drug dissolved within. This tactic had never
failed in having the desired effect, a strong man suddenly made quite
uncomfortable as his cock surged strongly under his briefs – no matter what he
tried to do to control it.

The drug also
made them exceedingly aroused, often to the point where they couldn’t stop
their pre cum from flowing. She had even watched as a tell-tale wet spot
appeared on their slacks, and they were quite helpless to resist the effects. On
top of it all, a strong diuretic made them twitch even further, as they found
their bladder suddenly full, and they shifted around to avoid the unthinkable –
wetting themselves while sitting in front of a beautiful, powerful woman. Thirty
minutes was usually all it took for the formula to kick in.

Robert was a slender but attractive man in his
twenties, almost pretty if you really looked at him. He was obviously very
nervous but as I clicked sharply across the marble floor in my high heels, I
gave him a smile and a warm handshake. In my shoes, I stood two inches taller
than him. I knew it had an impact. It always does on men. Brianna quietly shut
the door behind him.

After gesturing him to a seat in front of my desk,
I took my own seat behind it. There would be no mistaking the power
relationship here. I crossed my legs and smiled at the corner of my mouth as
his eyes couldn’t help but stare a moment through the glass top of my desk at
the exposure of my tiny pink panties.

"How may I help you, Mr. Carter?”

After asking my permission to record the
interview, he placed a digital recorder on the desk between us and got out a
pad for notes. He certainly looked like a top reporter.

“Thank you, Ms. Halliday for granting
Newsweek this interview. You recent coverage in the news has a lot of people
very interested in what you’ve created here at FMDM Incorporated. I’d like to
understand better what FMDM is all about and how you came to create it.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Carter. I will state for
the record that our business requires complete confidentiality and we guard our
clients’ privacy with great care. There will be questions I will not answer so
I’d suggest you not waste your time on them.”

This gave him a little pause, but he recovered
quickly with a nod. “Now, as I understand it, FMDM is a privately held
company founded seven years ago by yourself and three other women, all clinical
psychologists. What is FMDM?”

“How do you find your clients?”

“Although we have had some word of mouth
business, we are almost exclusively a referral clientele.”


“Other therapists and family members

“How would they know what FMDM does – in order
to refer them to you?”

“We have private confidential consultations
with possible referrers explaining exactly what we do in great detail. The
consultations are for women only.”

That raised his eyebrow again.

“I was led to believe that your clients are
only men.”

“Mr. Carter, I will not characterize our
clientele individually or as a group. Their privacy and confidentiality is our
highest responsibility.”

When he paused, I took advantage of the moment to
stand and walk slowly around the desk and his chair. I studied him with a
practiced eye, fully confident in my position as the dominant personality in
the room. He squirmed a little as the drugs began to take effect and there I
saw it, a telltale bulge in his pants. Smiling to myself, I sat down again
behind my desk.

“Can you explain your approach?”

“Well, without giving away trade secrets or
things that would impinge on client privacy, let me explain it this way. A
client will contact us and we’ll set up an interview. At the end of the
interview, we will determine if we can help the client or not. If not, we thank
him and offer him referrals to other, more traditional practices.”

“And if you can?” Carter was getting
more uncomfortable and I’m sure his erection was growing down a pant leg. Brianna
smiled to herself, envisioning his tight little briefs suddenly struggling to
contain his growing cock. He was certainly starting to drip by now. Additionally,
his bladder was probably quite full, and each little twitch indicated a tiny
accident as he slowly but steadily soaked his briefs with pre cum.

“The client signs various legal agreements
and we set up our Exploration Sessions. We place the client under a light
hypnosis to relax them and allow them to be completely honest with us. We
discuss their issues and what they are seeking. At the end of each session, we
lift the hypnosis leaving them relaxed and refreshed, but with no memory of
what was discussed.”

“Why is that?”

“Many of our patients have issues opening up
about themselves and we seek to allay any anxiety the sessions might produce.
In some cases,” I paused slightly, “what the client needs requires us
to provide it as if they hadn’t had to tell us.

"At the end of the Exploration Sessions, our
therapists make a final evaluation and determine what course of active therapy
would be beneficial for the client, how frequently, and other details. The
recommendations are discussed with the customer and if they agree, they become
a member and begin.”

“What does all this cost for a client?”

“For clients we accept, the fee for the
exploration sessions is $1,000. Exceptions are made in specific cases. If we
accept them as a member, further arrangements are made.”

Carter looked at his notes. He seemed to be
calming down a little, struggling to focus on being a professional. Time to
turn up the heat.

“Do you feel uncomfortable, Robert?”
Using his first name was a deliberate move to disarm him. “For example, do
you suddenly feel desperate to use the bathroom, or to adjust your stiffening
cock in front of me?”

Robert stalled a few seconds, shocked and gathering
his wits before responding. “WHAT? I don’t understand? However, now that
you mention it though – I really could use a bathroom break.”

“No, I don’t think so Robert. I’d much prefer
to watch you lose control in your seat!” I watched as his mind jumped
back… how he shifted now with a sudden urgency, how his erection was back in
full force, and a small wet spot had appeared on his slacks. He was quite
helpless to stop any of this!

Embarrassed, he tried to rise from his seat, but
then squirmed harder as a powerful wave came over him. Suddenly he moaned very
softly, and lost control for just a slight second – she knew he had wet himself
as the diuretic started doing its job. How cute!

“Oh I really
should go now”, Robert exclaimed. But then another wave hit, and he moaned
again – this time a bit louder. She watched softly laughing as this accident
was more intense. He spurted much longer, peeing down his leg and leaving a
trail of wetness showing thru his beige pants. He sat down quickly, feeling defeated
and slightly confused. Doubling over a bit – another spurt, and then another as
he was losing any semblance of control now.

I stood and slipped off my jacket, revealing my
satin bra and my breasts in their full glory.

“I always find it fascinating to talk to a
potential client directly,” I continued, sitting on the edge of my desk,
my legs inches from his and my skirt riding up slightly. “To discuss their
ideas on femininity, sexuality, and fulfillment. To talk about simple things,
like a pair of women’s panties… slippery satin, sexy cut, bright pink… to
find out how they felt when they first bought a pair for their girlfriend. How
they feel when they strip and touch themselves with the panties… or when they
first dared to put them on…” My voice got more and more husky and my
hands began to touch his leg, exploring.

“And then… to hear how they first asked a
woman to…force… them to ejaculate in their tight white briefs…”

And that’s when Robert exploded in his pants. I
saw his eyes flutter and his erection throb, pumping out a load of cum under
his slacks and creating a big wet spot. He shot cum all over the tight little briefs he was wearing under his slacks. I’m sure those bikini briefs were
soaked with pre cum from the moment he dressed to come to this little “interview”.

With one finger, I stroked his cock once through
his pants and then stood, walking back around my desk.

“But I’m getting off course. Did you have any
more questions for me?”

Robert was blushing fiercely as he shook his head.

“Good,” I replied with a smile.
“Session over.”

The trigger words caused him to visibly relax and
calm down. He was still in the throes of his powerful orgasm, but the hypnosis
was over and he recalled everything.

“Thank you, Mistress Satin,” he said

“You’re welcome, Robert. I trust that it was
all you’d hoped it would be?”

He looked down at the floor and nodded deeply – a
defeated man.

“Brianna – you can come for Mr. Carter now, he’s done.”


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