The nurses slid my body inside the large vagina and beyond into the uterus. Just before my head was swallowed a nurse fitted a mouthpiece over my mout... and nose. I could breathe through it but I think it had a soporific gas added to the air. The womb closed around me, forcing me into a curled ball as the walls contracted further and further. Somehow it seemed as if it was perfumed like an excited Hazel wearing the scent I liked best. But that must be coming through the mouthpiece. I felt as if. I want you to empty these shelves and clean them, then put the books and CDs back in order.’ I stood and curtsied. ‘Yes, mistress.’ Marci returned to her computer while I emptied the shelves, remembering to always bend from the waist. Marci watched for a while, enjoying the sight of my stocking tops and arse being displayed like that, then got down to looking through her collection of porn on the computer. After a while she stood and said ‘I need the loo, come with me.’ I stopped what. As I sat there, stunned, drops of blood splattered my bare breast. ‘Listen, I really think I should just call 911 and see about getting you to the emergency room.’ The guy said. As I looked up, I saw him pulling a cell phone from a pouch strapped around his waist, the kind you often see joggers wearing when they run. ‘No … no, please … I’m alright … honest.’ I said. As I spoke, I noticed him for the first time, I mean, I saw how gorgeous he was. He was older, maybe forty something, or even. Shaking, I did my best to direct it into the glass, watching between my legs in horror as some of it missed, leaving dark spots on the carpeting. It felt so good, almost like an orgasm, the relief of finally being able to empty myself. When I was done, I’d filled the glass with my warm piss and was breathing so hard I was in danger of hyperventilating.“Not bad, Miss Spencer. Not perfect, but not bad.”Again, I almost sobbed, a feeling of relief laced with love blossoming inside of me. She.