Diagnosis

"Wow, you just pissed yourself on my doorstep," said Jeremy. "Would you care to come in and get cleaned up?"

A humiliated Kendall blushed and nodded. She took her keys from her purse. "Could you get some clean clothes from my SUV?"

"Sure thing. I'm Jeremy, by the way."

"Kendall." Kendall walked in, and Jeremy went out to her vehicle. He grabbed the shopping bags and went back inside. Kendall was in the bathroom. He knocked on the door. "I'll leave your clothes right here."

"Thanks!" called Kendall from the bathroom.

Jeremy sat on the couch and waited. He heard the bathroom door open and close. Several minutes later, Kendall came out in tight denim shorts and a black halter top. "I left my other clothes in the bag in the bathroom. I hope that's OK."

"Sure thing. So what brings you to my humble abode?"

Kendall paused. She looked at Jeremy and took a deep breath and licked her lips. "You know, you're very sexy."

"Why thank you, Kendall. Coming from you, a beautiful famous model and celebrity, it means a lot. So what brings you here?"

"I'm not sure. I just feel I need to be here." Kendall sat next to Jeremy on the couch.

"I can see that. Has it something to do with your wetting yourself on my doorstep?"

Kendall blushed and nodded.

"It seemed for a moment, you actually enjoyed it. Did you?" asked Jeremy.

"I won't lie. It made me orgasm."

"Hmm, interesting," said Jeremy.

"How so?" asked Kendall as she edged a bit closer to Jeremy.

Jeremy smiled. He knew Kendall would believe whatever he said without question. He also knew the more time she spent with him, the sexier she would find him. "I'm an expert on sexual fetishes and psychology. I'm pretty sure I know what your problem is."

"What?"

"You orgasm when you piss yourself in front of people, right?"

An embarrassed Kendall just nodded and looked down.

"You have just discovered you have a fetish for pissing yourself. You're famous though, so there's a problem. If you piss yourself in front of people, word will get out, and the paparazzi will be all over it, so what you need to do is wear a diaper and piss the diaper when you're in public. You'll still be pissing yourself, you'll still orgasm, but no one will be able to tell."

"Yeah, that sounds good," said Kendall.

"But do not wear the over-the-counter adult diapers. Wear fetish diapers - the kind you get a fetish stores, you know, sex stores or online. You need to wet your diaper in a public place at least twice a week. Also, I know something else. Come with me."

Jeremy led Kendall out onto his small back porch. "Kneel."

Kendall knelt.

Jeremy unzipped and lowered his jeans. "Suck me off."

Kendall sucked Jeremey's cock. She was quite good at it. "Damn, you're a pro!" he said as Kendall moaned. "I'm going to cum on your face when I'm ready to blow."

Kendall sucked Jeremey off for fifteen minutes before he pulled out of her mouth and shot a giant load of cum on her face, making her orgasm again. After he was finished, she was panting and licking the cum that was on her lips. "Keep your mouth open."

Kendall did not know what was coming, and Jeremy shocked her by pissing all over her face and in her mouth, making her orgasm yet again. When he was finished, he shook the last couple of drop of piss on the top of her head. "See, you also have a fetishes for guys cumming on your face then pissing on your face and in your mouth."

Kendall could not believe something so degrading had turned her on so much and she just nodded and took it all in as she stared down at the ground. Jeremy stood over her and smirked.