Door locking

So the doors, they can all lock, right? Well I quickly learnt that this was all under Ken's control.

Day two, my brother was at work and I was at home. I needed to pee so I went to use the bathroom, but the door was locked. I went and tried the other door but that was locked too.

I found Ken in the kitchen eating breakfast and looking at his phone. I came up to him and "I think the toilet doors are broken or something"

"They're not" he said

"Oh, well they won't open haha" I said, feeling very awkward

"Yes" he said, still eating

"Oh, umm, well could you maybe open them?" I said

"Yeah, I'll just finish this"

I looked at his plate, it was a full breakfast and he'd only eaten a couple bites. Feeling too awkward to keep asking, I thought I'd just go wait in my room. I went back to my door and tried to open it, but it was locked too. I didn't bring my phone or anything so I went back to the kitchen/dining room/lounge area and sat on the couch.

He was still eating, very slowly, stopping to drink his coffee a lot and reading his phone. At one point he put his phone down and I was excited he was about to get up, only to look and see he still had more than half of his food left.

Having no phone or even my laptop or Switch I had nothing to keep my mind off of how I needed to pee, and I started to fidget. I squirmed a little in my seat, my thighs clamping together so hard it was almost stimulating. I was too awkward to look over at him and have him see my flushed face or pleading eyes. He turned the TV on and I breathed a sigh of relief at the distraction.

I looked at the TV and do you know what was playing on it? David Attenborough's Blue Planet. For some reason, watching a bunch of water slosh around on screen wasn't helping my need to pee to go down. He seemed unfazed by anything and continued to watch the screen and eat. After what felt like an eternity and a great thigh workout, he finally got up and put his dish in the sink.

Now, I must stress, I can hold my pee for a normal amount of time. But it's when you don't know you have to hold it and think you can just go whenever, you know, because you're in your home, that you let it get a bit full before you empty it. On top of that, it's also that feeling of thinking you're about to go pee and so you relax a bit but then you suddenly can't and it is the worst. That's what I felt like when I initially asked for him to help me with the door. So, you can't imagine how much worse it was after getting up from that couch, thinking he was about to take me to the bathroom but instead he says

"Can you wash this? Thanks"

As he puts his plate and cutlery into the sink. He comes and sits on the couch next to me and keeps watching the TV

My thighs re-clamp together and I push myself off the chair. I swear I can feel my bladder sucking the pee back up inside me as I slightly hobble over to the sink. I turn the warm water on and put my hand in it to test it. As soon as the cold water touches my hand I feel the slightest shiver and I just know a droplet has slipped out of me. I quickly scrub his dishes in the water and put them on the rack before I remember what happened the first night. My bladder might not survive the few extra seconds it takes to give the dishes a second once-over, but it definitely won't survive even the smallest of wedgies/spankings, so I make sure his dishes are spotless.

"Hi umm do you think you could open the bathroom for me now" I say, my voice quivering a bit.

"Oh, sure but could you please wipe down the dining table first" he says, not even looking from the TV

"Oh- of course" I say, my voice becoming slightly higher pitched. I grab a rag and, my hobble slightly increased, make my way to the table. I wipe the area down, making sure to collect any crumbs in my hands so I don't have to clean the floor as well. As I think that, I look down to see the floor already has some crumbs on it. I squeeze my thighs tighter than I've ever squeezed them and bend over, my breaths coming in short bursts as I struggle to not make a mess right there and then. My face is completely red by the time I'm standing back up and I move over to the bin in a near complete hobble now, knees barely moving apart as I walk. I can feel my panties catch a couple more tiny droplets that sneak out of me

"Umm, now could you please open the bathroom for me?" I ask, my voice reaching the pitch of a small child asking her teacher

"Oh, yeah sure" he says, seemingly oblivious or uncaring to the hell he's putting my bladder through with his casual indifference.

He gets up and walks to the hallway and I straighten up as much as I possibly can out of embarassment, squeezing out another droplet and officially turning my granny panties from "that could just be discharge" to "okay, these are a little damp". We walk down the hallway and he taps the electric door handle with his tag and I hear it unlock. I hold back tears of relief as he wanders back down the hallway and I hunch back over an waddle into the room. I see the fancy Japanese toilet with all the buttons on the side and for a moment, it is my god. I waddle forward and my fingers reach for the lid and pull up. It doesn't move. Only then do I see a small lock symbol on the little screen on the side of the toilet

"Who makes toilets that can like lock wtf bro" I say, a single tear running down my cheek in a vain attempt to remove some moisture from my body. I straighten back up a waddle out towards the lounge again. It feels like my bladder is literally going to explode and take me with it, and my underwear has definitely moved from "okay, these are damp" to "I'll need to change these". I get to the hallway and call out to Ken

"Umm, Ken" I say.

He doesn't respond.

I creep out more and call a little louder

"Ken, sorry please help me"

He doesn't respond.

I walk closer and push my glasses up and see he's on the couch wearing headphones.

I waddle all the way to him, my ass stuck out completely and my knees are pushed harder together than the world's most prudish nun's. I stand in front of him and wave my hands a little to get his attention. I'm even more embarrassed than before but I can't even push myself to stand straight for a second. He slips a headphone off and looks at me

"Umm, the toilet is still locked"

"Yes" he says calmly

"Could you please unlock it"

"What for" he says. He says it so calmly and politely that if it wasn't a completely ridiculous question you almost think he was completely unaware as to what he was doing. Still, I'm too shy and awkward and vulnerable right now to challenge him on it, so all I manage to do is squeak out

"Because I need to pee, please"

"Ohhhh" he says, nodding sagely. "Is that why there's a dark patch forming at the front of your pants

I nod. I haven't seen my pants but I knew I was at the point where the next step I took would be a bit "squelchy".

"Of course, here take this" he says, and tosses me the tag he uses to unlock the doors.

I, of course, butterfinger it and it falls to the floor. I puff my cheeks out and bend over to grab it. I feel my thighs are starting to get the slightest bit moist as the wetness building in the front of my pants transfers to my legs, but I still manage to awkwardly bend over and grab the tag before hobbling all the way back to the toilet.

I get to the toilet door and open it, my eyes are full of tears. I feel a single droplet running down my thigh as I reach forward and tap the NFC tag on the screen of the toilet

"Access Denied"

I tap it several more times, my breath coming hot and fast as every muscle in my body tenses to stop the flow

"Access Denied"

"Access Denied"

"Access Denied"

"Access Denied"

I hobble back out to the lounge room in front of him. Tears running down my face, pants and underwear beyond saving. I'm standing in front of him holding the key tag and he looks up.

"Oh, sorry that's the wrong one" he says, and tosses me another. I watched the tag sail forward right through my fingers, and hit me in the crotch. The tiny sensation was the straw that broke the camels back, and, full eye contact with him, my body finally let's go. I'm shaking slightly as he states deep into my soul and the soft sounds of liquid flowing down my legs fills the room.

His face remains blank as I finish, soaked and utterly humiliated in front of him. He looks at me like nothing happened and just says "You'll have to clean that up" as he goes back to watching the TV

I walk back to my room ashamed and find it still locked. The bathroom is locked again too. I open the laundry and grab the mop. Still dripping slightly myself, I take my pants and underwear off and wring them out in the laundry sink before I put them back on, still cold and wet, and head back to clean up the mess.

By the time I'm finished, the bathroom and my room are unlocked again and I can finally clean myself up and put new clothes on