So, at
the beginning of the day agreed upon, we meet in the
parking lot of a shopping centre. He climbs into my car
and, a few minutes later, we are parked inside the
parking lot of the Olympic Stadium.
As I make
a move to open my car door, C orders me to remove my
panties. I am a little disappointed but not completely
surprised because, except for our very first meeting, he
never allowed me to wear any. On the other hand, today,
that does not bother me that much since I wear a skirt
which falls down to my ankles and a jacket which
entirely covers my hips.
When I have to put on a large pamper for incontinent
people
,
then I am taken by surprise. Moreover, what a struggle
it is to slip on this infamous piece of undergarment
while I am still sitted in front of the wheel.
While I am doing it, I cannot stop thinking about
how humiliating it would be to be discovered by some of the other
visitors who would suspect something unusual, when they
will notice larger folds on my skirt and the strange
noises which accompany each of my moves. My only hope is
that my jacket will luckily hide the better part of
these outgrowths around my buttocks and of my hips.
We have hardly begun our tour of the ground floor of
the show when some people, known by C, are in sight. He
immediately makes me understand that he is in danger and
asks me to stay away from him so that these people will
not realize that we are together. In a certain way, I
feel flattered since he is afraid to be seen with
another woman. But, on the other hand, I feel
particularly humiliated to have to hide away like that.
I do not know it yet, but it is only the beginning of
humiliations which I would have to undergo all through
this day.
A few
minutes later, when C ends up getting rid of these
cumbersome peoples, it is no more time for me to hide.
On the contrary, I must submit to a photo session, while
well in sight in many cars and vans on display, always
raising my skirt high enough so that my pamper can be
seen by everyone around
.
How humiliating it is to be watched like that by some of
the visitors around.
But, it is
not over yet. C is enjoying himself too much to put an
end to my ordeal. For the next photo session, C slips
inside the ladies restroom with me. Inside a stall, I
must pull down my pamper so that my little clitty is
well in sight but, at the same time, I am forbidden to
relieve my bladder.
Then, out
of the restrooms, on
the alley which leads to them, I must
take humiliating poses, again, and C shoots a few other
pictures. However, I must admit that, the more C makes
me exhibit myself like that in public, the easier it
is to me.
At the end
of the day, a lot of pictures have been shot and we are
back inside the parking lot. As this place is almost
deserted, I do have to worry only about the employees
who are watching us. Moreover, I feel that the end of
the day is near. So, it is easier for me and I can
start to relax a little. But, this is not the end of the
photo sessions yet. I had counted without C's fertile
imagination.
Between
two parked cars, C orders me to lift up my skirt, to
pull down my pamper again and to pee into it. That
stresses me so much to do that in front of him that,
even if I have not been allowed to urinate since I woke up,
in the mornimg, I
have great difficulties to carry it out
.
