She wakes up late

Elizabeth woke up to the sound of people talking in the living room. She stretched and sat up, and noticed the door was closed. She was wearing her usual sleep attire, a small t-shirt, panties, and her Borderless Integrated Metropolitan Broadcast Organization's Personal Electronic Tether (the label said it was an 'advanced pager') around her neck. Her sister had given it to her to 'replace' the phone and lanyard she'd been wearing, as a more comfortable option. To Elizabeth, it looked a lot more like a dog's shock collar than any pager she'd ever seen, but Megan had told her to "Be a good girl and just wear it" so she had without complaint.

She had to admit it was more convenient, she just wasn't sure why it had been necessary to get the ear buds as well. They fit deep into her ears, were hard to fish out, and were connected to the pager. When she first put them in, she'd felt a strange sharp prick in her ears, like something had stabbed her, but it quickly went away followed by a pleasant numbness. The ear pieces were supposed to be able to read out any text messages and let you voice control the 'pager' to make calls, but Elizabeth hadn't figured out how to do that from the instructions. Mostly what they seemed to do is make it hard for her to hear things around her unless it was a 'good girl' or there was an accompanying buzz from the box on the 'neck strap'. When that happened, she heard the command in stereo, almost as if it came from inside her head. 'Good girl's felt doubly powerful after that, almost scary. She'd had to use her dildo four times yesterday.

Elizabeth couldn't find a pair of shorts to put on to be decent, so she just sat at the door and waited, listening to whoever was talking in the living room. She could hear her sister's voice as well as someone else, but it was hard to hear through the earbuds as well as the door.

"Did you get the Baxter account?"

"...did some additional analysis..."

"Do you think..."

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"....filed with the agency, but..."

"Oh, I didn't know you had a dog..."

"...uh, yeah, she's..."

"Oh I love that breed... name?"

"...such a pretty name..."

"...you don't have any toys though?"

"Well I just got her and-"

"Is she housebroken yet? That can be a problem with rescues sometimes."

"..."

"... oh thanks! Yeah, that would be great."

Elizabeth could feel her bladder's fullness at the last comment. Why didn't her bedroom have an adjoining bathroom? She really, really had to pee. At that thought, the pager buzzed and chirped, but she didn't recognize the command. Something like white noise came out of the earbuds for a few minutes. She listened at the door, but all she could hear were rustling papers, the other lady might still be out there, and she didn't want to be seen in her underwear. Again the pager made its little sequence, only this time, she felt the urge to pee even stronger. A small whine escaped her lips.

She was dancing a bit and holding herself, but the pager beeped again and she felt a little bit dribble out into her panties. She had to figure some way out of the room without being seen like this! The only other way out was a window that led to the hidden side yard. An idea formed in Elizabeth's mind: she could climb out the window, then climb back in to the bathroom. She opened the window and pushed out the screen, but hesitated for a second to look around to make sure no one could see her. The pager beeped again and a trickle started down her leg, it was now or never. She whined as she desperately climbed out, and as her feet hit the grass, the pager began buzzing furiously. She felt the 'sit' command in her head and knelt down without thinking, her panties coming off quickly. Her brain was overloaded with powerful suggestion, and she felt her bladder let go completely into the grass. A few hard little pellet turds accompanied the urine onto the ground. As it dawned on her what she'd just done, the pager's command changed swiftly to repeated 'good girl' buzzes that went from her brain all the way down to her clit. She crouched like that, balancing in the yard on her feet and hands in nothing but a tight t-shirt and collar as the 'good girl' command bubbled into a powerful orgasm that ripped through her.

She shuddered and sat like that for several minutes afterward. The roaring orgasm had cleared up her thoughts a little, and she was terrified at what she'd just done at the instruction of the pager. She grabbed at it and tried to find a release, but the catch must be inside the pager itself on the back of her neck. She gave up and climbed back inside the window, and wiped the urine from her legs with a dirty shirt to clean up. She had to talk to Megan and get this thing off of her. It had been doing something to her, and she was scared now that it was proving to be very good at it.