Omorashi Femdom: A Collection of Men Desperate and Wetting Themselves for Women

The Desperate Experiment

I knew the study related to driving, but I had been told hardly anything about what I would be doing. The sign up paperwork had only piqued my curiosity, in addition to questions about general health it directly asked about alcohol use or abuse, insomnia and incontinence – among a long slew of other random seeming questions.

I parked on the street right outside the psychology building, but I had budgeted time for finding parking and walking. They told me to get there at 1pm, but I would be arriving closer to 12:45. The psych building was relatively new, all glass and steel and full of potted plants. This was only my second time stepping through these doors, but I was going to the same place each time, so I didn't need to look around for signs. I walked straight through the open courtyard to the righthand staircase and walked to the second door on the left: Dr. Bergman's Psychology Lab. There was this bright yellow sticker on the door Warning Human Testing Inside. It was small and looked unprofessional, but I couldn't be certain that it was just a joke. When I walked through the doors I was greeted by a familiar face. The flowing white lab coat was a little too long for her short frame. She was in mid-twenties with short red hair, freckles. I watched a vague recognition in her eyes, but I could tell she couldn't quite place me.

"Oh hey, Sasha!" I said. I quickly prepared to offer her my name, there were a lot of other kids in the class after all. "I am..."

"Hi Connor!" Sasha replied quickly. We both hesitated. Her eyes were studying me quizzically, so I knew she didn't completely recognize me, but she also did get my name, so it felt wrong to explain who I was either. After a pause, she confessed. "I have your name on the list of participants for today and it sounded familiar. When I recognized your face, I paired the two up. I do know I was your TA, but I can't recall what class this was or when."

"Psych 101 and it was at the end of last year. It was just my science gen-ed. I'm just a business major."

"Gotcha! Well. You're hear a little early, but I can give you the rundown anyway. First, go to the bathroom, and then I'll take you to your room." Sasha pointed outside the lab. "The closest one from here is right outside the door near the stairs."

"And that's not a recommendation, you're telling me to go to the bathroom?" I asked, a little confused by the request. Sasha nodded. I sauntered towards the door. "I'll be right back then."

After peeing a very small amount, I returned to the lab and Sasha took me to the room. Unlike the rest of the building, the lab wanted for sunlight. There wasn't a window in any of the rooms we passed or in the long hallway except at the ends of the long hallway with a small sitting area.

"You're in my group which is neither the best nor the worst group to be in. Patty is getting people drunk tonight and even later Joseph is making people stay up all night so holding your pee is kind of middle of the pack if you ask me," Sasha explained.

"Oh." I was surprised she could tell me that much about the study. I still have no idea what the hell was going on with the last one - all the other participants I was paired with seemed to be doing the exact opposite of what they were told, no matter how basic the instructions were. "And there's a driving simulator?"

I felt stupid asking as no sooner had the words escaped my lips did, we turn into my room, and I could see one of those cheap school laptop loaded up with 'Driving Simulator' and the picture of a car at an intersection. Sasha just gestured towards the screen like the girl on price is right gestured towards whatever the prize was. I let out a short chuckle.

Sasha stepped to the front of the room, standing rather stiff, and looked down at her clipboard. She read off a set of instructions verbatim without looking up, putting as little inflection in her voice as one could without doing a robot impersonation.