I remember reading something like this a long time ago but it’s back in my mind today… I wish I could find the old story but I’ll write my own version instead. Fair warning it’s a long one, but this is a fantasy scenario for me.
Imagine you are a person at your first invite to an infamous and fancy party in a long floor length gown with multiple layers, you are having a great night, drinking loads when you start to feel a bit needy. But you brush it off and keep mingling and drinking.
Eventually when you know you can’t hold it much longer you start panicking and trying to find an escape route but you don’t know how you will get out of the dress by yourself, let alone without leaking. That is until you see another party guest across the room signal a server holding a platter of drinks over, she whisper something in the servers ear and she takes a glass of champagne from the tray. The server instantly turns and hurries off, and you wonder what she could have said that made them rush so.
You feel your need starting to swell up and a small leak forces its way out, you squeak in surprise drawing some strange looks from the group you are socialising with, luckily your long skirts stop it from being obvious, the only sign is the slow path of a little warm drop rolling its way down your legs.
Across the room you see the server return holding a pail, and the woman, who is in the middle of the conversation, acknowledges them with a brief nod before returning to her companions, the server kneels down on the floor in front of her and lifts up her skirt and pettycoats, you flush, embarrassed by the sight and wondering why no one else around you is also scandalised, but you cant seem to look away and to your surprise they slide the bucket in between her legs and let the skirt fall again. She drops out of the conversation she is having and lets the group continue talking around her as her face goes slack, she still sips her champagne though. Is she… pissing herself? In front of a room full of people, without a care for who sees her? Surely not you think, but it does seem to be the case. After a long excruciating minute where you feel your own need forcing its way down your bladder she returns to talking with the group, and the server clearly understands this as a signal to lift the skirts and whisk the pail away.
While you know you could never be so bold as to let go in front of everyone, you wonder how it even came to be that such an agreement occurred between the server and the party guest, how did they both know what to do, who initiated such an unorthodox arrangement? And why did no one else seem to even notice or care. Soon you are swept back into the chatter from your group but you can’t seem to forget about the woman and her relief as you fight to keep your own at bay, your corset digging into your bladder punishingly.
As you scan the room, squirming a little bit in place, looking for exits where you could maybe make it outside or back to your car before you burst everywhere and make a mess of your dress (you figure this is your only hope as you have no way of pausing long enough to gather up your skirts and sit properly on a toilet anymore) you spy something else odd across the ballroom, another woman and different server are greeting each other, this time the server already has the pail and has led her off to the side of the room, into what is almost a hidden alcove, but you can still see them as the server lifts her skirts and slides in the pail, unlike the other woman she does not continue on as normal but instead squats down over the bucket and grabs the servers hand hard, squeezing it and screwing up her face as if pushing hard, you almost want to turn away, embarrassed to be seeing this in plain view.
Just then a polite white gloved hand taps you on the shoulder, you jump, terrified you have been caught watching and let out another leak, forcing you to cross your legs tightly beneath your now slightly damp dress. It’s a server and they are holding a pail. “Excuse me miss? Would you like to relieve yourself? You have been holding for far too long we can all tell.”
“Wh…what?” You respond, shocked they would be so bold as to ask you, and also embarrassed that your need had become so obvious that even the servers were discussing it amongst themselves.
“Would you like to relieve yourself” they repeated, holding up the pail and wiggling it a bit.
You shook your head casting your eyes towards the ground, afraid your new acquaintances would see and make fun of you, or worse be disgusted by it. “um no, I’m fine, thanks” you manage to grit out through your teeth.
The server gives you a doubtful look “ok miss, you just let me know if that changes alright” you nod and try to turn back to the conversation you were having but you can see it’s too late, everyone is staring at you with various expressions of confusion and amusement. You feel another leak force its way out and you know the floodgates are about to burst.
“WAIT!” You call after the server a bit too loudly, people from outside your smaller circle are taking notice now, “come back, please, I do need to go” the server smiles and begins making their way back towards you, taking a respectful knee in front of your dress and slowly lifting the hem. “Please, please, I can’t hold it anymore” you say, feeling big fat droplets begin to roll down your legs, not caring who hears you. “It’s, it’s coming out”
“Miss” the server says “you need to uncross your legs so there is space for the pail” you flush, embarrassment flooding your body “I don’t know if I can” you whisper. “Let’s do it together” they say, reaching out a hand to gently grip around one of your ankles, now fully inside your skirt “three, two, one.” They quickly pull your legs apart and expertly slide in the pail, which is already catching the gushing piss pouring out of you and splattering loudly with force into the pail below, but the pail isn’t quite fully under you and as your stream grows in confidence it spurts its way forward up over the front edge of the pail, calmly the server pulls back and shifts the pail forward and steps back out from your skirts, letting them fall to the ground. You look at their nice white gloves to see damp yellow stains on them, mortified your body shuts down and your pee stream splitters to a stop. “I’m so sorry!”
“Not a problem Miss, it’s a part of the job” they reply cheerily. “Have you finished relieving yourself?” They venture, a knowing smile on their face.
You want to say yes but you know it’s not true, there is still a weight to your bladder that means you were barely halfway through your pee when you got nervous and tied up. “No…” you whisper “not quite” “by all means” they gesture to your crotch, “continue” but you can’t, you hide your face in your hands, first you can’t hold it, now you can’t even pee when you said you needed to! They gently reach up and pry your hands away from your face, “hey, everyone gets pee shy sometimes, especially their first time like this” they snake a wet gloved hand across the front of your bodice “sometimes you just need a little help” they push firmly down on your bladder, you gasp out loud as your stream bursts back to life, hissing out of you into the pail once more.
Finally coming down from the high, almost panting with relief you raise your head to look around you and see that most of your group are watching on, not with shock or disgust but with fond amusement. All but one, who was snapping her fingers towards a server, who quickly stepped out of the shadows and smoothly slid a larger wider pail under her skirts, and she began to let go herself. Still peeing she began “did no one tell you?”
“This is a bathrooms off limits party. Our host graciously provides us each with a personal server to tend to our needs instead” you quickly thought back across your evening, It did make sense you supposed, after all despite being handed drink after drink from the servers no one else seemed to have gotten as desperate as you, they must have been subtly relieving themselves, nor did you remember seeing any signposted bathrooms during your frantic searches earlier.
Your own stream has since died down, you don’t know how your server can tell, considering hers is still splashing away noisily but they step forward to collect the pail from under you, as you glance down you see not only the pail close to overflowing with steamy piss but also the mess you have made of the floor by stubbornly holding too long beforehand and your poor aiming. You didn’t know it was possible but your face flushed even further, you made a big mess where everyone else managed just fine.
Your friend continues “don’t worry about the mess, I think we all made a big mess our first time, I know I had a full on puddle down there. Once your server gets to know you better they can learn about your bodies quirks such as subtle signs of need, and where exactly your stream tends to fall, or if you need a bigger than standard bucket.” She gestures to her own skirts, concealing the wider pail she was provided. “You will be coming back for the next one won’t you? Everyone is different and they take good care of us here”
“Why did no one tell me?” She smirks, “I guess we must have forgotten…”
