Relief at last.

"Of course, Jane," William replied with an amused chuckle. Too easily agreeing without further demands it seemed to Jane. "I made you a bargain, and I will keep to it completely. How could there be trust between us if I were not a man of my word?"

Jane snorted derisively; the only trust she had in William was that she trusted him to screw her over at every opportunity. He would pay for this, though, of that Jane was determined. However, there was a barely audible metallic click a moment later from the chastity belt. Jane cut the video feed on her phone, but kept the voice call open. Her hands went immediately to the front of the belt, and after a second of pushing the metal plate, she found that it was now free to slide downwards. Her fingers sought the expected opening that had been covered by the small steel plate. By this point, Jane was so sexually frustrated from the frequent teasing of the vibrations she intended to plunge her fingers into her quim and fingerfuck herself to orgasm as quickly as she was able. Instead of the free access to her genitals, she had hoped for, her fingertips discovered only the steel of the belt. Jane spread her knees and examined the belt in desperation. Beneath the plate was a grille, a second layer of steel drilled with tiny holes. She could certainly piss, but she had no more access to herself than before.

"William, you asshole," Jane snatched up her phone again to give voice to her outrage. "What the actual fuck? How the fuck am I supposed to pee through this? It will spray everywhere."

"Yes, it takes little practice to avoid making a mess of yourself Jane," William conceded with mock empathy. "I'm afraid the shower will need to be your toilet now. The angle of the grille and size of the holes will make you sprinkle amusingly."

"And how the hell am I supposed to clean myself?" Jane demanded angily. "Or does smelling of pee amuse you as well, you shithead?"

"You are becoming quite the little brat with your potty mouth and tantrums. A showerhead will clean you up perfectly." William pointed out, his tone condescending. "You are usually very quick-witted Jane. I'm sure you can figure out the minor details for yourself."

Jane had already worked out exactly how she would need to pose and what she must do to clean herself afterwards, but her frustration at being denied the opportunity to remove the vibrator and jill herself off needed to be vented, and complaints and insults were her only method of expressing her anger. William seemed immune to her insults; name-calling did nothing to alter his calmly condescending mansplaining. Even William's rebuke of Jane as a brat was infuriating in its amused superiority. Despite not even being present, the fucking guy clearly considered himself in complete control of the situation.

Steeling herself for the humiliating task, Jane went to the bathroom and stared daggers at her own shower cubicle. Wanting to urinate had initially been a ruse, but the more the matter was mentioned, the more the sensation of a full bladder was making itself felt. Jane removed her high-heeled sandals and entered the cubicle, awkwardly squatted down until her buttocks were pressed against the heels of her bare feet. She spread her knees wide and angled slightly forward before relaxing control of her bladder. Her pee sprayed out, the holes of the grille making a dozen small streams that splashed onto the shower floor just in front of her splayed legs. Jane blushed furiously, her humiliation and anger mingling with the relief she felt from voiding her full bladder. The embarrassing position she was **** to squat in to relieve herself was dehumanising, as if she were some animal. Once the last sprinkles had ceased, Jane detached the hosed showerhead and carefully washed herself. The spray from the showerhead tickled her labial lips as she adjusted the jets and heat so that a fine hot spray passed through the grille. Jane whimpered as the shower spray teased her, the sensation of warm water tickling her labia enough to rekindle her sexual arousal. She pressed the showerhead hard against the steel grille, increasing the strength of the spray on her hidden pussylips. She rocked back and forth on her heels, her need to reach an orgasm overriding the humiliation of her embarrassing position. She could not spread her labia to expose her clitoris to the spray, but she discovered that carefully angling the showerhead and increasing the power of the jets to maximum was enough to **** her clitoral hood and gently massage the swollen bud beneath it.

It took several minutes of rocking on her heels, the showehead pressed tight against the grille of the chastity belt, but finally Jane gasped loudly and felt the relief of climax. Her thighs trembled and twitched, and Jane's outstretched slapped against the wall to support herself as her muscles drained of strength at the moment of release. Her orgasm felt so much more intense due to the lengths she had to go to and the time it had taken to excite herself sufficiently. Jane felt a swell of pride and accomplishment, her orgasm a victory over her distant tormenter.