The grandfather clock in the dining room started chiming. He counted them, eager to hear that last chime of the hour. As soon as it reached 7 he stood up and walked to the sofa where his wife was reading a book. He stood silently, waiting for her to acknowledge him. She knew he was there, but she chose to finish reading the paragraph. He had waited this long, another minute wouldn’t matter. Eventually she placed her bookmark, closed the book, and looked up at him.

“Yes dear?” She asked. She knew exactly what he wanted, but she did not want to skimp on any of their routine.

“May I use the restroom, please?” He asked calmly. His desperation was growing, but he knew better than to show her how critical it was.

She stared at him for a moment, thinking, stalling. She knew how difficult it was for him to maintain his composure when he really needed to go. She enjoyed watching his struggle.

“Really? So soon? It’s only been a couple hours.” She replied, knowing full well how much liquid he had consumed recently.

“Yes, but I do need to go.” He said, trying his best to sound apologetic for inconveniencing her.

She motioned for him to take a step closer. She reached out and ran one hand over the front of his pants. She felt for his cock, tracing her fingers around the outline. She rubbed, squeezed, and massaged him through the fabric. As his cock started to swell she looked up at him and smiled. She was pleased that she had this effect on him. She enjoyed her ability to turn him on at will. As his erection grew inside his pants, she placed her other hand on her own chest. She drifted her hand around her covered breasts, teasing her nipples through her shirt.

She maintained her eye contact with him, while his focus darted back and forth between her eyes and her chest. His erection was aching to be free from his pants. After a sufficient arousal, she gave his bulge one last squeeze.

“Alright, let’s go.” She nodded in the direction of the hall. They walked down the hall and she followed him into the bathroom.

She retrieved a digital timer from the medicine cabinet which they kept for these sorts of activities.

“I'm going to set this for one minute. That should be plenty for you, right? 60 seconds?” She asked in such a way that there was only one acceptable answer.

“Yes ma’am.” He answered. He felt like he could probably pee continuously for 10 minutes, but he would take whatever relief she would give him.

“Your minute will begin when I press start.” She informed him. He knew the rules, they had done this many times before, but the instructions were also part of their routine. She didn’t want to deprive him of the ceremony.

She seductively unbuttoned her shirt and opened it to reveal her bare breasts. Her nipples were standing proud, beckoning all of his attention. She pointed to her right breast. He obediently leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth. He opened wide and sucked as much of her nipple and areola into his mouth, just as she had taught him, forming as strong a latch as he could. When she was certain he was well attached, she pressed the start button on the timer.

“Go ahead.” She whispered, not wanting to break his concentration. She gently stroked the back of his head in a sexy and soothing way.

While maintaining suction at her breast, he quickly unfastened his pants and pushed them down. His erection, finally free, popped forward, and continued to grow. Suckling at her breast fueled his erection like nothing else could.

He squatted back, found the toilet seat, and sat down. His posture was now very upright to maintain connection with her breast. She was his energy source, both mentally and physically. He dutifully began the rhythmic suckling she had taught him. It was only a matter of seconds before drops of her warm, sweet milk began to flow into his mouth. It coated his tongue with her love, ran down his throat, and filled his core with her presence.

He tried to push his erection down between his legs, to aim down into the bowl, but he was too hard to fold that way, especially while sitting up straight. As he nursed at her breast and lovingly swallowed her sweet liquid, he continued to wrestle with his cock. He knew his bladder was full, ready to burst, but the sexual urge and her dominant teasing were winning the battle. Not only could he not get his cock to aim down, he most certainly could not relax his internal muscles enough to let his pee flow. He wanted to be inside her so badly, to feel her weight pressing down on him.

“Beep.” The timer finished.

She took a step back, pulling him off the toilet with her breast. Reluctantly, he pulled his pants back up and fastened them. Only then did he let go of her breast, saying a sad goodbye to her glorious body.

“No luck?” She asked, with a forced sense of sympathy as she rebuttoned her shirt.

He sighed heavily. “No ma’am.” He replied with a subtle tone of frustration.

“Well, maybe you can try again in an hour.” She said.

He looked at her with fearful despair. “However, it would be prudent for you to sit on one of these until then, just to be safe.”

She pulled a waterproof absorbent pad from the closet and handed it to him.

Sheepishly he followed her down the hall, and back to the living room. He didn’t know what was more embarrassing, spreading out the pad on his favorite chair and sitting on it, or knowing that he would likely not last another hour, and a fully dressed accident was inevitable. He knew if that happened, her demeanor would sharply change, and there would be severe consequences. He sat down on the pad and waited.