Regression Therapy

Chapter Description: Emily has to deal with the fall out of her public accident, which includes an embarrassing admission to her therapist.

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Amelia watched as her wife suddenly jumped to her feet grabbing at her crotch. She shouldn’t have been surprised, she was the one who had instigated this after all, but she still felt shocked to see it happening in front of her. She would be lying if she said it gave her no pleasure to watch Emily getting embarrassed like this but, she reminded herself, it was for the greater good.

Amelia shifted around in her seat to see Emily struggling to push a path through the crowd. People she bumped into watched her with frowns, a couple shouted out for her to watch where she was going. Amelia was going to let nature take its course but she was still ready to jump and protect her wife if things got too heated.

Both of Emily’s hands went down to her crotch and Amelia, likewise, lowered a hand to the front of her pants. Hidden by the table she didn’t need to worry about being seen, not that anyone was even looking her way. All eyes were on her whimpering wife.

It happened sooner than Amelia had been expecting. Emily had stopped with her back to Amelia near the bathroom but too far to make it. Her knees were pressed together and she was crouched slightly, her butt sticking out behind her. Amelia bit her lip, she imagined what must be going through Emily’s mind right then. It was like a scene out of one of her favourite ABDL stories.

When the streaks started pouring down her pants Amelia gasped. She felt herself flush with arousal as Emily wet herself completely. The different strands of darker patches running down Emily’s legs soon merged together as her entire inner leg became soaked. A few drops started falling on the floor and then it became a trickle, the carpet underneath her soaking in the accident. People were talking now, they were muttering, some were exclaiming. Amelia wrenched her hand away from her sex even though she could feel it rapidly getting moist. She needed to go into action.

Emily suddenly turned with a desperate whine and ran for the exit. That was Amelia’s cue. She picked up the bags and quickly followed, face flushed with arousal. The air outside had cooled a lot whilst they had been in the bar, the sun had nearly set completely basking everything in a muted soft light that was quickly dwindling.

Amelia pushed past the confused drinkers and stepped outside but didn’t see Emily anywhere. She was getting concerned until she heard a sobbing from nearby. Amelia walked towards the side of the bar where there was a small alleyway, as she rounded the corner, she saw Emily standing a little way down it with her hands covering her face. In the darkness the wetness of Emily’s pants wasn’t immediately visible but even as Amelia turned towards her wife, she could see urine splashing on to the concrete.

“Emily?” Amelia said softly as she walked into the shadowy alley, “It’s OK, I’m here.”

“I… I don’t know what happened!” Emily said between sobs, “I… I just can’t hold it!”

“It’s alright.” Amelia stepped up to Emily and wrapped her arms around her, “You don’t need to worry. I’m here. Everything’s going to be OK.”

Amelia was secretly delighted. As she hugged her wife in that dingy alley she found it hard to believe just how well everything was going. When she separated from Emily, she looked down to see her soaked pants, the individual strands of wetness had now combined making it one large patch of urine-stained clothing. Between her feet there was a small wet spot as some liquid continued to slowly drip on to the ground. There was no doubt those pants would have to be thrown away.

“Let’s go home.” Amelia said.

“L-Like this?” Emily stuttered as she gestured down.

“Sweetie, we don’t have any spare pants or anything with us.” Amelia said sympathetically, “It’s not far though.”

Emily whined but there wasn’t an alternative. They couldn’t stay in this alleyway forever though Amelia had no doubt that would’ve been her wife’s preference. Fortunately, the sun had set quite a bit and whilst it wasn’t pitch black, they had entered a twilight that would mask what had happened somewhat.

Amelia was torn between guilt at being the cause of what was happening to Emily and excitement. A not insignificant part of her just wanted to jump on top of Emily right there and then to start making out.

Amelia took Emily’s hand and started to lead her to the street. A couple of cars drove past and from inside the bar came the faint sounds of people talking punctuated by the occasional roar of laughter. Every piece of evidence that other people were around, whether visual or audible, seemed to make Emily wither back in fright. Amelia had to keep coaxing her forwards like one might do to a lost cat.

Turning on to the main street Emily tried to cover up as much as she could but it was impossible to truly hide it all. Her face was practically glowing as she stayed close to the wall and as far from the street as possible. Cars occasionally passed by but Amelia had no idea if they could see Emily’s predicament. No one honked their horns or shouted anything, perhaps the darkness was doing a good enough job at hiding what had happened after all.

“If anyone does see you, they’ll just think you had too much to drink.” Amelia said as she stopped to wait for Emily to catch up.

“That doesn’t make it better!” Emily replied desperately.

Amelia had to act like the concerned wife even though the whole situation was leaving her very excited. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, especially when she heard Emily’s little whimpers every time she saw a car coming.

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Emily was in a nightmare. Her clothes stuck to her uncomfortably and the piss that had poured down her legs and drenched her pants had gone cold. She was forced into a bow-legged waddle but it did little to make her more comfortable. It was a short journey home but, in her situation, it felt like a million miles.

A car turned on to the main street and headed towards them. Emily closed her eyes tightly and turned towards the wall even though the back of her pants were just as wet as the front. The problem she had been ignoring, her growing incontinence, was now impossible to hide from, it was still trickling down her legs.

“The quicker you move the sooner we get home.” Amelia said from a few feet in front of Amelia.

“That’s easy for you to say…” Emily muttered.

It seemed to take an age but they finally came to the corner that turned on to their home street. Emily could feel that sanctuary was at hand but right as they got to the corner a group of young men came the other way. They looked college aged and, unlike the cars that had passed by, they were standing right in front of Emily who froze up as they looked down and saw her very obviously wet clothes.

“Did you wet yourself or are you just REALLY happy to see me?” One of the young men said with a cocky swagger. Emily could practically smell the alcohol on his breath from two feet away.

The other guys started laughing and talking with only a few words being audible through the general noise. Emily wanted to curl up into a ball. This had been humiliating enough without being directly confronted like this. Where was Amelia? She needed her wife to help her!

“Some people just can’t hold their drink.” One of the men said. He was leering at Emily in a way that made her very uncomfortable.

“It’s not her drink she seems to have trouble with.” Said a man in a sports jersey.

Emily let out a sob. She was frozen to the spot. She hadn’t been cornered by these men, there was ample room to escape but her legs just wouldn’t move. It was like she was rooted in place. Her legs trembled and she just wished these guys would carry on past her.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun.” Amelia stepped between Emily and the men, “Come on, I’m sure you’ve got places you’d rather be.”

Emily cowered behind Amelia. She had never been so thankful for her wife. As the men walked past, she heard some more wolf whistles, laughter and a homophobic comment but thankfully they moved on. Amelia, who had thoroughly taken control of the situation, took her hand.

“Come on.” Amelia said softly.

Emily nodded and walked alongside her wife. Thankfully they didn’t encounter any more people and as soon as their front door opened Emily darted inside. She dropped to her knees as the door was closed behind her and started sobbing. She heard Amelia lock the door and then walk up behind her. She crouched down and wrapped her arms around Emily’s shoulders, her hands resting on the crying woman’s breasts.

“It’s OK, baby.” Amelia whispered.

“Don’t call me that…” Emily whined between sobs.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes and cleaned up.” Amelia ignored Emily’s comment and helped the reluctant woman to her feet.

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Emily sat on the couch in silence. She was tense, her arms were wrapped around her and her legs pressed tightly together. The only noise in the room was the ticking of a clock, an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air like a cloud threatening a storm. Emily was looking down at the floor and just waiting for time to pass, as she focused on the ticking, she felt it was somehow getting slower.

“Emily…” Catherine said, “Are you sure there isn’t something else you’d like to talk about?”

The therapist’s office always felt like a dangerous place for Emily. She always struggled to relax and felt somehow Catherine was just trying to get information out of her, for what end, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t just Catherine though, Emily felt the same about all the shrinks she had seen, none of them had found it easy to get Emily to open up. Emily tightened her hug on herself. She had already had to quickly leave the office once to run to the bathroom.

“This is a judgment-free area.” Catherine continued in her quiet and soft voice.

It was true that when Emily had spoken openly with Catherine in the past, she had always felt that she wasn’t judged. But opening up about some traumas that were probably quite common among people that walked into that office was one thing, talking about what was truly occupying her mind was something very different.

Emily sighed and turned her head away from Catherine to look out the window. She knew this appointment had a lot of time left and with her “issues” taking up all her attention she didn’t have anything else to say. That didn’t make the idea of telling Catherine what was going on any easier though. It was an intensely embarrassing subject.

“It’s…” Emily started and then stopped. She regretted opening her mouth because now the atmosphere had shifted. Now there was definitely something going on that she wanted to talk about. She couldn’t deny that to Catherine anymore.

“You don’t have to worry.” Catherine said with a smile, “I’m here to help.”

“You’ve probably had people with this… problem before.” Emily said. She was encouraging herself to be brave and talk about her problem more than anything else.

“I’ve been doing this a long time.” Catherine said, “Nothing you say will surprise me.”

“It might embarrass me though…” Emily muttered.

Catherine smiled at Emily invitingly. She spoke to a lot of people as part of her job so she was good at breaking barriers down. Emily let out a deep sigh, she was already blushing as she knew she was going to spill the beans. She trusted Catherine more than she trusted anyone who wasn’t her wife, which wasn’t saying much, it was a very low bar to clear.

“I’ve been experiencing some… issues.” Emily said vaguely.

“Uh huh.” Catherine nodded, “And what issues are these? Are they new?”

“Very new.” Emily replied, “I’ve been… Well, recently… It’s…”

“You’re safe here, Emily.” Catherine said as Emily stuttered, “Nothing you say will leave this room.”

“I’ve been having trouble with my…” Emily took a deep breath and look down at the ground, “Bladder.”

“Your bladder?” Catherine repeated, “What kind of problems?”

“Do I have to spell it out?” Emily snapped. She didn’t mean to but she was embarrassed and that made her lash out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Basically I’m having trouble holding my pee in when I need the bathroom.”

“Ah, incontinence.” Catherine said with a nod.

Emily didn’t like that word. She didn’t like that word at all. When she thought of incontinence she thought of old people, she thought of the old folks’ home she used to visit her parents at, the strong smell of urine coming from so many of the residents. Just because she had to run to the bathroom frequently and sometimes didn’t make it… it didn’t mean she was incontinent!

“That can be quite a common symptom of a lot of mental health disorders.” Catherine continued, “Anxiety and depression can trigger it as well as a host of other things. It’s probably more common than you think.”

“Really?” Emily asked doubtfully.

“Sure.” Catherine nodded, “I’m sure you had a situation when you were particularly anxious or scared where it felt like you needed the bathroom right away. It’s one way the body responds to stress.”

“Yeah, but this is a bit more than that…” Emily said quietly. The events at the bar running through her mind, “I’m not even particularly anxious when it happens. It can seemingly come on at anytime and anywhere.”

“Have you spoken to a doctor?” Catherine asked.

“They said there’s nothing wrong.” Emily let her shoulders slump.

Emily could see that Catherine was a little perplexed. There was an expression on her face that she wasn’t at all used to seeing, though what it was she couldn’t be sure. All she knew was that a can of worms had been opened and now Catherine wanted to know every detail of her most humiliating and shameful secret.

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“OK, Emily, that’s all we have time for but I look forward to seeing you again.” Catherine said pleasantly as she stood up.

Catherine said her goodbyes as Emily left the office. She was immediately lost in thought about what had been discussed, especially about the incontinence. Emily had assured her that a doctor had been consulted and they had said there was nothing physically wrong with her. It was possible it was a symptom of her mental health struggles but it had seemingly come from nowhere, Catherine had been seeing Emily for some time and the patient had never talked about these sorts of physical symptoms before.

Walking over to the window Catherine looked out. A minute later Emily was leaving the building trailing behind Amelia. The pair got into Amelia’s car and drove away but Catherine remained in place so deep in thought that she lost track of time. She was shocked back to the present by a buzzer going off on her desk.

“Yes, send my next patient in.” Catherine said whilst pressing the button next to the speaker.

In the small delay between summoning her next client and the appointment starting Catherine went over to her computer to jot down some notes on Emily’s file. As she typed the words “Incontinence symptoms developing” she thought back to what Amelia had said when she had come into the office. It must’ve been a coincidence, or perhaps Emily had already been having problems which had prompted Amelia to bring it up.

Before Catherine could consider the possibility much more the door opened and her next patient came in. She quickly closed the file and did her best to push the thoughts to the back of her mind to focus on her new visitor.

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