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  1. So Thursday I had the day off and I was home by myself. If course I took full advantage of the time and had a super wet and desperate and naughty day! Afterwards I knew I would have the post desperation muscle weakness. Of course. And so I had to be careful depending on the situation. I wore my pullups all day Friday and they really came in handy. The urgency always hits when I start heading towards the bathroom to pee, so as soon as I got up each time I really had to squeeze and hope that I didn't flood my pullup each trip to the bathroom. It kinda worked. There was one instance where it was hard to stop and I filled up the pull-up and it juuust leaked a little bit, I got frowned upon for that. I was home most of the day Friday. I also drenched one pull-up just for enjoyment. Then Saturday. I thought the one day of potty emergencies was over. I put on some panties and some black leggings. Had a few tall beers, and was feeling just nicely buzzed. I figured I did kinda have to pee, but what the hell? I'm at home and I'm close to the bathroom... He decided to do laundry. The place is a five minute walk from where we are. Ok. I should be fine. The day to worry is over. Now consciously or not, I never bothered to specifically locate the bathroom. (We went to the truck stop gas station so it's not so small of a place) I was doing just fine. Then he takes me to the convenience store side and we pick out something to drink. Fuck. I felt a wave coming over me. I thought it would pass. He notices my awkward arched back and little baby steps. I tell him I'm ok. Somehow I reverted back to child like mindset and was too shy to ask where the bathroom was. I take my drink and head back the the washer dryer room, take my seat and drink my Gatorade. After a little bit I decide that I was pushing my luck a little too much. I get up and go looking for the ladies bathroom. For some very stupid reason there's a men's room right there where we are and the ladies room is all the way across the moderately large gas station. I'm doing the same slow tense gotta-pee walk. Yess. I found the restroom. 15 feet... 12 feet... 8 feet... Each interval making me want to clamp myself and cross my legs, crouch down so at least I might have a chance at staying dry. But I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. 6 feet... 3 feet. FINALLY I'm to the door. As outwardly casual as possible I open the door and bolt to the closet stall which was thankfully close. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the stall not even turned around yet, the dam burst and my black leggings were already wet down almost to my knees. I didn't even bother to shut the stall door and I stood there a second or two pissing myself in a public restroom. Then out of courtesy to the janitors, I sat down on the toilet and peed through my panties and leggings. The level of humiliation mixed with excitement felt just blissful, the naughty pants wetting, the relief, the urgency that preceded it all, all of it felt amazing. On top of that, a lady had come in and gone to another stall seconds after I hid behind my half closed stall door. It was pretty obvious by the sound that I was pissing in the toilet while fully clothed. That just added to the rush. After she was gone I went to the big stall and took a few pictures of the just barely noticeable wet patch on my leggings. I stopped to wash my hands and then as casually as if everything was perfect, I went out of the bathroom and began weaving through the small aisles, avoiding people potentially seeing, and headed back to my seat. It was vinyl so I was okay. I took a few more pics and one of the wet seat. Sitting there in public in pissy pants, big noticable or little noticable, damn! it was a new and hot kind of naughtiness and I liked it. A lot. More that I thought I would. Hubby found me out... And was pretty cool about it. I told him about the muscle weakness, how he dragged me out with him when I was just fine enjoying beer, how I couldn't find the damn bathroom. I like to play on his sympathies sometimes about it, 😉 make big puppy eyes and stuff, maybe little lip poking out... So it wasn't all that bad. By the time we had to leave my pants were still wet and just visible to anyone really looking. I do believe there were at least two guys who saw my pissy wet leggings. I actually turned around and look at one guy. 😉 For being a shy person who doesn't care too much about attention or being embarrassed, I really did enjoy being wet and pissy in public. The black was the perfect color for me and my first time being wet in public. Such a naughty wonderful sexy rush. I kinda want to do it again, skipping the bathroom and wearing lighter clothes. If could I would, 20200815_145246.mp4 20200815_145246.mp4 maybe somewhere that I would not be seen again or recognized.
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  2. Somethig I found that I think would be nice to post here.
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  3. I decided to treat myself to a "toilet free" evening in bed relaxing the other night. Heres a couple of pics! So I basically drank lots of tea and water and had an evening of holding and peeing right there in the bed with my bf! I think I must have wet and rewet these shorts about 8 or 9 times that night! Who else likes to do this?? 😍 Its sooo relaxing! Especially being able to just totally let go while watching tv in bed and feel all that forbidden warmth spread over my crotch and under my butt! I also made my bf massage my crotch through these shorts when I was desperate again and just totally flooded them through his fingers when he least suspected it, and it ended up turning into some naughty fun! 🤭 I have been thinking, maybe I should record some fun me and my bf have together involving wetting if anyone might be interested in seeing that. Especially soaking myself whilst he rubs me through my shorts or panties! Hope you all enjoy! ❤💚💙
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  4. Gaping plot hole I’m so sorry! How can Lula and Rosie see Sakura on Monday if the schools have just been closed? Whoopsie. I’ll start this chapter by correcting the end of the last one. Why did no one tell me? >.< Or maybe no one else noticed and I got away with it? Oh well. Watering The Cherry Blossom (Corrected Ending) Lula fell backwards with all her weight. There was a thump of hard plastic as her back hit the toilet lid. Twice. Twice in the same fucking day. Fuck. She sighed. The whole sensation had gone. The excitement had died. She just felt cold and wet now. Lula groaned as she pulled off her knickers and tights, rinsed them over the toilet, and rolled them up before drying herself off with some toilet roll. As planned, at the bottom of her bag, was her spare underwear and leggings for this very moment. Rosie had already changed her bedsheet. There was no evidence of any wetting whatsoever as everything was now in the wash. Both girls sat on Rosie’s bed. “Honestly. Seriously. I don’t think she’ll tell anyone” Lula said shyly after a period of silence. Rosie didn’t respond straight away. “You think?” “Yeah. She seems alright. And she punched Lauren after all” Lula replied. Rosie smirked. “Haha. Yeah. I suppose” “And you know… we’re not going back are we?” “Y… yeah. I suppose not” Rosie sighed. “Forgot about that until now” Lula admitted, lowering her head. “”She might tell everyone on Snap and Facebook” “What? That a girl she doesn’t know of pissed herself in the woods? That’ll be bold for a new kid” “Hmm” Rosie still seemed unsure. And at the moment… people from school thinks… she… has the virus” “That’s just fucking racist” “I know” Lula nodded. “Fuckin’… don’t make me feel sorry for her now” Rosie giggled. “Well I think she’ll be alright. Maybe we could… speak to her? Find her online and chat?”“Be friends with the new girl?” “Well… sure?” “Social suicide” Rosie groaned, falling backwards ono her bed. “Nah I think she’s alright” Lula turned and leaned backwards. Rosie winced. “I dunno Lule’s. Maybe” “Well it’s not like we’re the awesome foursome anymore” “Haha shit. I can’t believe we called ourselves that” “Cringe” agreed Lula. “Totally” Rosie yawned. “Maybe we could be the… peesome threesome” Lula suggested awkwardly. Rosie sat up. “That. Was fucking shit” Rosie’s eyes opened wide and she chuckled. “Yeah I know” Lula laughed back, scratching at her forearms. “Uggghhhhh” Rosie once again groaned as she flopped back down. The mattress bounced. Silence. “Fine” Rosie muttered. “Fine?” “Sure. What the hell. What the… fucking hell. Let’s do it” “There can’t be many Sakura’s around here. If she’s on anything we’ll find her surely?” “Well we have loads of time to fine her it seems” “I suppose we do… How long do you think this’ll last?” “Who knows? Can’t imagine too long? They’ll realise it’s not that bad and we’ll be back in a few weeks I think” “I dunno” Lula said hesitantly. “Sakura Ono!” Rosie almost yelled. “What?” “Found her!” Rosie almost yelled out again enthusiastically. “Super spy” “You know it” “Wait. I can’t be the one to add her first. That’d just be… weird?” “I… agree” Lula slumped as she agreed. Lula flipped her phone around in her hand before opening Facebook and searching Sakura’s name. Sure enough, she was fairly easy to find. Sakura’s profile picture was her stood beneath some towering trees in some dense, dark green woodland. Sakura herself was wearing a tight, white romper which showed off her smooth legs as it turned into loose shorts at the bottom. The romper had a purple and green flowery pattern all over which made her stand out against the background. Her long black hair was tied up in a messy bun and her signature pink cherry blossom flower was pinned in too. “Here goes nothing then” Lula took a deep breath before clicking to add Sakura as a friend, “We’ll see how this goes…” Watering The Cherry Blossom (Part 2) It was dark outside when Lula walked through her front door with her Mum. “Make sure you wash all your uniform from this week so it’s ready for… whenever you need it. We still have to go to work though remember” her Mum said as Lula started to climb the stairs. “Yeah I know I will” she replied angsty. She stopped on the stairs. “What… you both have to go to work still?” she asked curiously. “Thanks for reminding me!” the bellow of her Dad’s voice sarcastically sounded from the living room. Her Mum shook her head in response. “Clothes?” she said shaking her head again. “OKAyyyy” Lula stressed and ran up the stairs. She threw her school bag across her bedroom and closed her door. She sighed. They’ll both be out all day. I can literally wet all I want. Wait. Fuck. Why is that the first thing I think of? Can Rosie come round? Is she allowed? I know no school but seeing people? Sakura could come round? Would be less awkward with Mum and Dad asking questions “oh who’s this, who are they?, tidy up!”. Hmm. Lula pulled off her school shirt and slipped into her baggy t-shirt she wore to bed the las few nights. She climbed onto her bed and fitted her airpods. The sound of the TV downstairs, her parents talking, and the faint drone of her house subdued and she took a deep breath. Silence. *bloopng* She unlocked her phone and opened Spotify and searched for her favourite playlist. The first song there in the list? Freak Like Me by Halestorm. Lula loved to just sit back, close her eyes, and lose herself in some music. In times previously, when Lula had experienced low moods and anxiety, this was how she kept herself grounded. This was the song she felt she related to the most. ~ I’m on the train that’s pullin’ the sick and twisted, Makin’ the most of the ride before we get arrested ~ This was just before the ‘awesome foursome’ became a thing. Lula had known Rosie since they were kids. Charlotte and Beth only came into the picture over a year ago. ~ Covered in black we lack the social graces, Just like an animal we crawl out of our cages ~ Rosie and Beth had become friends from their tutor group. Beth was already good friends with Charlotte. They all agreed to meet up for a McDonald’s one day after school. Lula had a panic attack at the idea and Rosie had calmed her down. ~ If you’re a freak like me, Wave your flag!, If you’re a freak like me, Get off your ass! ~ Lula had stayed quiet for most of the meet up before Charlotte started the conversation. At first she came across nice and genuinely sincere. Lula felt completely intimidated. This taller, louder, bigger breasted, exceptionally more confident, and probably significantly more popular girl was talking to her and wanted to be… friends? ~ So shout out if you’re a freak like me, You were born to burn ~ Over the course of a few months Lula settled into this new group and started to feel popular and involved. She always had Rosie to rely on as a backbone. She liked Beth a lot even though they didn’t like a lot of the same things. She really wanted Charlotte to like her. She had convinced herself that getting in close with Charlotte would be the way to cure her anxiety. That had to work, right? ~This is no disease you don’t need a cure!, It’s our time now to come out! ~ It had only become obvious about six months ago, a short while before Lula’s infamous first bedwetting, that she realised that, actually, Charlotte wasn’t that nice. She had also found alcohol was ‘fun’. Charlotte kept leaving the group to meet up with other girls. The popular ones. The whores. The bitches. It made Lula angry. She felt both betrayed and stupid herself. ~ So write your name in gasoline, And set that shit on fire ~ This was the song she related to at the time. She felt like a freak again. She felt that trusting people was stupid and maybe she wasn’t supposed to have friends. She even doubted Rosie for a while. That’s when she knew she was starting to spiral, when she didn’t trust Rosie. She always felt more comfortable when Rosie was around. ~ It’s our time now, To let it all hang out ~ Then Lula’s accident happened. Her first wetting accident outside her house on that rainy day she had forgotten her key. What was this? She, strangely, and unexpectedly, found something that felt good and she enjoyed? But it was wrong. So wrong. She felt like a freak even more. But then she found out Rosie did it too. Then Charlotte tried to ruin her life. Then Tom happened. What a strange few months. ~ They can’t hold you down, You were born to rise!, It’s our time now to come out! ~ Here we are now then. Huh. Lula sniffed and wiped her face. She believed that reflecting every now and then was good. It was healthy to see her journey and remind herself that she’s in a better place than she was. What made it all more exciting was the thought of a new friend. A friend who didn’t know what she used to be like or what she’d been through. Someone who could only judge her on what they knew about her now. Which means she can only judge me on seeing me piss myself in the woods. Fucking great. Ugh. Lula swiped up and let Spotify shuffle her songs. She scrunched her eyes and blinked away the few tears that had welled up. Her Facebook app had a small red blob on it. She inhaled sharply. *Sakura Ono has accepted your friend request* Wow… shit. Lula’s heart started racing at the idea of messaging first. Just… say hi. No… say hey. No. Nonono. Start by saying about what she saw earlier. NOPE. Ugh. Why can’t I fucking say hello? Sorry if we were rude earlier? Hmm. Doesn’t directly talk about what she saw… or didn’t see. Ugh this sucks. *vrrrbbbt vrrrbbbt* Lula felt her whole body jump. She ached slightly for a few seconds where she had tensed up. Sakura: “Hey” What…. Are the chances of that. Is she stalking to see when I’m online? Do I wait? Nah… Lula: “Hey” Sakura: “Thank you for adding me I don’t know anyone yet >.<” Lula: “That’s okay. I liked what you did in French lol” Sakura: “Sorry” Lula: “Don’t be. She deserved it” Sakura: “I got told off. I’m go to isolation on Monday but now we not go school” Lula: “Maybe you got out of it then lol” Sakura: “I don’t have the virus!” Lula: “I know. What she said was horrible and I’m sorry it was on your first day” Sakura: “I felt very bad” Lula: “Don’t worry about it” Sakura: “Thank you Lula” Lula: “: ) “ This is going okay. I think? Comes across really innocent. Genuine. Sakura: “I’m sorry about earlier” Lula: “What why I’ve just said it was okay?” Sakura: “No” Sakura: “In the woods” Sakura: “After school” Shit. Shitfuckfuckfuckfuck. No. No this is good. I need to settle this. Shitshitshitshit. Lula: “What did you actually see?” Sakura: “The other girl standing on her own but then you stood up” Sakura: “I thought you fallen over” Sakura: “But then your friend had an accident” Lula: “Are you sure that’s what you saw?” Lula’s heart was racing in her chest. Despite her headphones, she could feel the deep, continuous thump of her heart. Sakura: “That is what I saw” Sakura: “I will not tell anyone” Lula dropped her phone on her chest and wiped her mouth as she thought. Do I agree with that? I mean… it’s true. I don’t think she saw me though? I could play dumb? Say it never happened? Her bottle leaked? Nah she knows. She saw. But not me… Do I go along with that? That’s not fair on Rosie though. I can’t do that to her. How would I explain that? That’s a horrible thing to do. Shitty thing. I can’t. So I have to confess? I have to tell her I did… too…? I can’t. Nope. Ugh. Sakura: “I promise” Lula: “Thank you” Sakura: “x)” Lula: “My friend is Rosie. We want to know if you want to hang out?” I can’t believe I fucking said that. What am I, five? What a shit sentence. Christ, she might as well fucking tell everyone what happened after that. That would be less embarrassing. Actually… no it wouldn’t. Sakura: “Really?” Lula winced. Lula: “Yeah” Sakura: “I don’t think we can now” Lula: “?” Sakura: “The school closed” Sakura: “The lockdown” Lula; “Wait has it happened?” Sakura: “Yes. From Monday. We must stay home and shops close” Fucking what. What the fuck. Lula swiped out of the Messenger app and looked at the news. Sakura was right. Shit. Fuck. She’s right. Oh shit. Lula sat up right with her legs crossed. Lula: “Shit you’re right” Sakura: “I know” Lula giggled at Sakura’s possibly unintended dry, sarcastic response. Lula: “I’ll add you to a group chat later” Sakura: “That will be nice thank you” Lula: “LOKCKCCCCKKDOOIWQQNN” Rosie: “Just seen” Lula: “Shit man” Rosie: “I know. I was starting to love school and shopping and being outside” Lula: “Funny” Rosie: “Spoke to her yet?” Lula: “Am doing” Rosie: “AND YOU haven’t told me?” Lula; “Just did” Rosie: “UMM NO what’s she saying?! Lula; “Sorry a lot” Lula: “Sorry for punching Lauren” Lula: “Sorry for seeing us earlier” Lula: “Uses >.< a lot” Rosie: “Oh no an emjoi’er’er’erer” Lula; “Haha” Rosie: “Did she see?” Rosie: “Both of us or…” Lula; “I wont lie no” Lula; “Only you she though I had fallen over” Rosie: “Bitch please fallen over?” Lula; “Yep. It’s just you that’s the weird one >.<” Rosie: “I hate you so much right now” Lula: “Said I will add her to a group chat” Lula: “She wants to be friends” Rosie: “Why did you say that? That’s not taking it slow” Lula: “Because we both need to get to know her not just me” Rosie: “I hate it when you’re right” Lula; “Doesn’t happen often but I get it right sometimes” Rosie: “Don’t give me that shit. You’re always right” “CLOTHES” Lula jumped once again. “NOW!” She pulled herself off the bed slumped onto the floor where her bag had landed earlier. She took out the bag with her freshly washed and dried clothes from Rosie’s house and hid them half way down her washing bin. Rosie: “Group chat?” Oh my god hold on. Lula ran and almost slipped down the stairs with her clothes and into the kitchen. She pulled open the door to the washing machine and threw her weeks’ worth of clothes in before setting it to go. Rosie: “Y R U IGNORING ME R WE NOT FRIENDS” Hold onnnnn. Lula sat crossed legged on the floor next to the washing machine. She added both Rosie and Sakura to a new group chat. Lula: “Hey” Sakura: “Hiii” Rosie: “Hi” Sakura: “I can add you Rosie?” Rosie: “Sure” Sakura: “I have told Lula I will keep the secret” Sakura: “About earlier” Sakura: “I’m sorry” Rosie: “Okay” Rosie: “Don’t talk about it here either” Sakura: “I’m sorry” Lula: “Haha let’s talk about something else” Rosie: “Yes” Sakura: “It happened to me recently too” Sakura: “Something like what?” Lula: “I dunno lockdown?” Wait. What the fuck. Happened to her? What did? Sakura: “I only just move here and now I can’t go out x(“ Rosie: “What happened recently?” Sakura: “Now I have to stay at home all the time” Lula: “What happened?” Sakura: “Oh” Sakura: “I keep your secret because I don’t tell anyone that happened to me when I moved here”
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  5. There a a thread here, somewhere, where women have admitted that they sometimes play a game of letting little spurts go, in secret but in plain view, for pleasure and for the risk. I had to go and lie down after reading some of those replies... But, years ago, I wrote a long and rambling stream-of-consciousness vignette about going home from a concert, somewhat dazed, and being so taken by the look of a particularly attractive woman that I bought a writing pad and scribbled down a long, long leer at her leggings... ...And fantasised that she would pee in them, ever such a little spurt. And then another, and another. It's one of the very first erotic pieces that I wrote, and it shows: be warned, it takes a while to get interesting. A scribble on the train, in which the reader learns exactly what it’s like to be a writer… So. King’s Cross Station, brightly-lit and echoing, marble floors and shuttered shops and crowds in little clusters, looking at departure times upon the ‘drive-in cinema’ display. My head is singing from the concert I have just come out of; I could tell you who it was but I don’t think that you’d believe me. I could tell you how it was, but only if your mind can write searing white letters of fire across the sky and underline them with the sound of thunder. I can feel it, now, the bow upon the string, a note beneath the hearing and above imagination, fluttering like shadows formed into the feathers on the wings of Odin’s Ravens, shimmering a little way beyond the edge of your perception and a little further into things we call the half-world... ... and are mostly too sensible to mention. I’ve just gone into that string-of-consciousness thing again: a curse or blessing for a writer. So: rush into a shop, and then the one next door, and then another: find someone, anyone, who sells a spiral notepad and a biro at a quarter past eleven in the evening. Thank God I live in London: someone did. What have I seen, what muse is in me, ringing out the music? Not the sweet and innocently-cynical young girls, barely in their teens and barely moved by music – half of them brought into the concert by their parents, respectable suburbia concealing lifelong love for music that the neighbours ought to disapprove of - if they hadn’t brought themselves and their own daughter too; and there is nothing there for me. Nor, either, in twenty-something students, scruffy and relaxed – nor the graduates, letting down their hair tonight but somehow always buttoned-down for work in the professions and the media. As ever, it is as if I am invisible to them: not ugly, not creepy, not even rejected in deliberate behaviours to emphasise exclusion. I am simply not there at all, it seems, or at least I do not seem to register upon whatever radar says ‘person, here’. Someday I will tell you how it is that I became like that: it is an ugly story, but fortunately one that I have overcome. Mostly I can fade away by consciously relaxing and withdrawing the external projection of the mind and personality, or not as I may choose; but sometimes it’s a curse that seeps out over me like a magician’s smoke. I look within, into the internal world… And out again, blessed or cursed with photographic memory, snapshot after snapshot. Flash – electric light and floor tiles, King’s Cross Station concourse: a woman in her thirties, somehow younger from a lifetime training. Dancing, I think, but maybe something more exotic. Slim, poised, forward on her feet, a bob of cut blonde hair tossing as she chatters to her phone. I watch, I am the watcher, fading into background and invisibility; I let the foreground flicker through me like the images in lenses, cameras, closed-circuit television systems watching in the night. Blessed and cursed indeed, I read the body language – cursed to know it, read the mind revealed in it, never know the person any closer than the hidden operators of the all-too-pervasive video security. So let me tell you what I see: she is pretty but not beautiful, slim but not for many years longer, held to shape by the muscle tone of all that training - a lifetime’s practice that I think she’s now neglecting. A bouncy personality, up on tiptoes, nodding in her conversation, animated in expression and the flashes of intelligence that flicker off of her. What is she wearing? The top is cashmere: smart, black and instantly forgettable. Heavy black shoes with clumping heels and straps, shiny with a hint of cutaways. Her stockings are like leggings, heavy and opaque, clinging firmly to her as they vanish up a miniskirt that barely reaches to her bottom, wispy and translucent; no woman wears a thing like that in lightweight tights or goes bare-legged! It is as if the reassuring grip of fabric hides her legs from a perception that they are in view: but every inch of them is visible, for the fabric shapes and silhouettes them from her ankles to her labia – plainly visible as a camel toe in a breathing, moving outline that leaves very little to imagine. We can tell what she's thinking, if ever she's thinking *that*. She’s wearing knickers underneath them, a thin and silky garment: unseen, but it reveals itself in the way the fabric of the leggings slides and doesn’t stretch, and sometimes halts a little to outline the elastic at the legs, high-cut like bikini bottoms. Whatever's visible, she doesn’t seem embarrassed or uneasy – quite the contrary – but neither is there any sense of exhibition, showing off and taunting men (and women!) in her field of view. No, she’s shielded from the stares and glares and leers that would accompany such nakedness by a belief that she’s not naked. And somehow, everyone around her has picked up on it and they unconsciously agree with her. What must that feel like? I read her movements: body-conscious but not consciously ‘displaying’, the feeling from the fabric not entirely fading out, not entirely edited from her awareness by whatever system of the mind keeps down the constant chatter of our clothes upon our skin. ‘Not entirely’, did I say? Not quite so, because there is a firmness in the leggings, not quite so much as girl-shaped figure-hugging Levis, that makes a woman held, pressed and squeezed a little bit, shaped and sculpted by her clothing. They’re always just a little bit aware of it, and always seem to like it – the ones with the figure for it – a constant trickle charge into the spiritual batteries of sensuality. Occasionally the feeling is the foreground, and women in such clothing strike a pose of rutting sexuality, aware and unaware that they are feeling such a thing and sending such a signal to the men around them. And, indeed, to other women, who pull their men a little closer, re-establishing the contact that tells the world “He’s Mine!” How strange it is, how few of the women wearing this fashion are consciously aware of any of it, the constant body-language conversation: to read it is to know that almost all the human mind is hidden from its owner... I watch the woman, looking closely at her legs and leggings, neutral in my body language so that she is unaware of me, and does not show the tension of a woman who perceives the ‘eye tracks’ of a man nearby. Her legs and leggings… The 'rise' from those high heels is lifting up her body and her pelvis, forward slightly, but she is comfortable with it. Her feet are placed a little bit apart, and then together; bending just a little bit, her knees becoming lighter as the fabric stretches; she rubs her legs together then steps forward, half a step, rocking back on one heel then the other, tension clearly visible in the muscles of her buttocks, outlined by the fabric. The conversation continues, all of her is bouncing, nodding, gesturing... But me, I’m watching her legs. Feet together, knees together, thighs together, squeezing: then up a bit, relaxing. Down again, almost crouching in a conspiratorial huddle around her telephone; then up, straight up, knees rubbing again in a left-and-right half-turning gesture, repeatedly, a signal of uncertainty or indecision. She presses her thighs together yet again, tightly, and I read it as consideration and rejection of an opportunity for penetrative sex – probably unspoken, it’s more likely that she’s talking to a ‘best friend’ than a boyfriend – but she definitely thought of having it, I saw her pelvis tilt forward, her pelvic muscles tighten and relax, and tighten up again, nothing hidden by the skirt at all, unconsciously miming the motions in detail - albeit more subtly than doing the real thing in bed - and then shutting herself down. The conversation lightens up, and she lowers herself slightly, her pelvis and her knees coming forward, legs together; something that she’s saying means she hasn’t yet ruled out the offer and will one day take him up on it. A thought that's pleasurable in anticipation, judging by the way I see her thigh muscles relaxing and her labia fill out. Her legs are now apart, boldly A-shaped in a clear and blatant challenge to whatever man is in the conversation, or maybe on the other end of it; the challenge being ‘prove yourself a worthy mate’. And she relaxes again, and gradually winds down the call, and walks to platform three to take her train. I watch her hips and her backside, swaying just a little: not loose but held taut by muscle tone - I see the firmness of the dancer and the lifelong athlete, muscles moving under fabric with a touch of softening, a rounded femininity that adds an extra grace and sensuality to her. You know, I think the leggings made her sexier than walking to the train completely naked ever could have been. Photo-memory recorded, and scribbled down in biro in the twenty minutes that it takes a train to reach the outer suburbs. And now I am at home, running it again in the camera of my imagination. You know me – omorashi fetishist – and my enthusiasms... What would it be like – imagine! – to let a little spurt into those leggings? There was no hint, none whatsoever, in her body language saying that she was aware of her bladder at all; far less that she might be desperate to go, and it doesn’t suit my fancy to imagine that she was. I prefer to think of a deliberate decision to let go a little bit, imagining a trickle and discovering a sudden spurt that needs to be firmly pulled back and cut off before it runs away to visible knicker-wetting loss and an embarrassing puddle. A spurt, a hot sensation: a sudden wetness, looseness in her labia and the tickle of displacing air… And almost painfully, like discovering the volume’s turned to max inside her headphones, coarse wet fabric rubs across her urethral opening, slowly being pushed aside and downwards as her clitoris emerges. Smooth and silky cotton-lycra knickers now feel harsh and scratchy – wince! – and she is super-sensitive and irritable. Twitch, and try to draw in, but she can’t and maybe there’s a risk that she’ll let go completely if she cannot ‘tighten up’. The wetness spreads out, passing through panties and into leggings, becoming a shining spot an inch across and fading to a damp uncomfortable humidity. Press her legs together, then apart, feeling it dry out a little faster. Walk – but carefully! – until she feel the slippery intrusion of her clitoris retreating into hiding. Does it stop there, or does she dare repeat it a moment later? Is she frightened that she’ll lose the lot? Yes, but the thrill of the risk that she will, iss all apart of the sin and the mischief of it. ...And all of it forgotten as she slips through the train, finally finding a seat: realising she had completely dropped the ball and shocked, for a moment, by the disturbing idea that she might have been weeing and entirely unaware of it, all that time that she was weaving her way along through carriage after carriage, through the standing passengers, until she found herself as seat. Of course she wouldn't have. She takes a window seat, beside some unremarkable receptionist in a bank's staff uniform, opposite some dull accountant, and gazes into space... And yes, she does. Does it feel different to let it go, release another little spurt, when she is sitting down aboard the train? She knows, in her mind, that there’s nothing to see – nothing at all, the glisten fades in seconds and there’s not a hint of wet, no shadow on the matt black fabric and whoever saw it would’ve had to look straight up her skirt to see it, a patch at most two inches across, well-hidden in the shadow of her legs and underneath her skirt. Her fellow-passengers are the very paragon of polite disinterest. She could do the lot, empty out and moments later there’d be nothing to see if she could be sure that the puddle would drain away behind her; and if it didn't, would they all just sit politely, pretending not to notice? What a thing to imagine, as she takes the risk of letting out a careful little dribble, not a hint of in her breathing, her expression or her movement: she won't do it all, but she will take the delicious risk that she will find it impossible to stop, a literal flood of embarrassment, ending a walk of shame into another carriage while they look at one another and say nothing. A spurt, and a guilty little warmth, secret, sinful, and she shouldn't. Three or four or six more later, she's not just damp, she's wet. The patch is tiny but it’s always there, wet enough to make the cloth glide over her urethra and now – continually – her clitoris. It’s out, and when she does it sitting down, some of the squirt and the first rush of heat in the fabric reaches out and touches her. And it’s not as if her labia do nothing: the little dribble that runs down and into them, the tickling droplet and the wetness, it’s a continuing challenge to her composure. She wants to touch herself under the skirt, just to know how bad the damage is – or so she tells herself – but she don’t want to draw attention. Time passes, one suburban station after another, long waits for the train while the signals are red: and spurt, after spurt, after spurt. The temptation, every time, to let the whole lot go, gets stronger. The seats on either side of her, and opposite, are empty now: who's to know? She realises that her backside is warm, and wet; and actually, she likes it. Another spurt, another hot little sin, and how bad would it be to just, just, let it go and just keep pissing? Her station. She gets off the train – carefully, so as to be last, to nobody's behind her looking at her backside - mortified to realise that the fabric of the seat is visibly wet, a coin-sized glistening spot in a palm-sized damp patch, on a seat where someone has, quite clearly, had 'an accident'. Except that she did every drop of it deliberately; and she got away with it, walking with her backside wet but probably not showing anything; and, increasingly, becoming rather pleased at what she's done, for all that it's a guilty pleasure that she really shouldn't do. Step away from the train, squirt another tiny spurt, caring rather less about the risk: she plays a 'head game' with the guilt and how she ought to be ashamed, as she walks along the platform; sometimes pretending to hate the sensation of having wet herself, and sometimes pretending to love it, as wet fabric slicks against her, drying down to damp, and warm, and guilty-but-not-sorry that she's done it. What is 'real' and what's 'pretend'? Both these inner worlds have a 'draw' to them, something deeply compelling and slick and wet. Each swing of the fantasy is greeted by another little leak, whether imagining shame and humiliation, or wicked joy and devilment in a forbidden act; and as she walks she is becoming wetter, and wetter, and wetter. Almost, almost, visibly so. Another spurt, at the ticket barrier, now she's in plain view? Hot, and she feels it hiss in the fabric, slipping a finger of "Wet!" between her skin and lycra, drawing a glistening black line down her thigh. That was rather more than she intended! She pulls-up, tightening, hearing the tapping of a rush of droplets landing on the tiling, as the ticket barrier beeps and swings open. Another spurt, as she walks out - can she really do this as she walks? - she did, along the platform, but now it turns out that it's awfully difficult to stop, and she crosses the taxi rank with the familiar finger of piss on her skin, longer, more insistent, tickling at the back of her knee before she is able to stop. And oh God, it shouldn't feel so nice, and she really, really shouldn't be doing this. Next? A walk across the station plaza, across the square towards her apartment block. The sky has cleared but the pavement is slick with rain, and it occurs to her that there’s no such thing as a noticeable puddle tonight. Another spurt: this time, unashamed and unhesitating, relishing the heat and wickedness: and then, walking, feeling it cool down, feeling her clitoris retreat and hide again: and she comes to a decision: "I don’t want it to" . Well. Stand up, turn around and take out her phone as if picking up a text, see that the coast is clear… And just relax, relax, relax. Nothing’s happening yet, and nothing needs to: there’s no hurry. And, before she's even aware that she's pissing, there is an intense heat in her crotch, almost scalding, and she becomes "I've Wet Myself", the woman pissing in her knickers. Now she feels the aching sense of her bladder, now she feels the sting and rush of running urine, now she recognises the hiss and froth of it, the sense of swirling, back against her pee-hole and up around her clitoris, rinsing it with a sharp sensation of hot water cutting through the slippery film of a secret pleasure. The swirl combs through her labia, stripping them of lubrication and leaving them, like her clitoris, painfully naked and sensitive. Her folds begin to sting and now the hotness is painful. But she would die to feel pain like this all day. Onwards it rushes – she knows the wet spot in her pants is visibly blossoming out, and now she feels the surge in the fabric inside her thighs, real streams, hot flows forcing their way down and stinging her skin. The wetness expands backwards and around her: a warm, spreading feeling that reaches around her bottom and sends feelers down the back of her legs. Suddenly the heat becomes a heavy weight and she feels her knickers peeling away from her groin, the leggings dropping away from the creases of her buttocks: a hot pool has forced its way in, and the sensation of being soaked rushes down her legs, all the way around down her thighs to her knees, where trickles split and chase their way down her calves. She is pissing a strong and steady stream, and she can feel her bladder at work, contracting, forcing it, immersing her in the trembling rush of pissing. Everywhere below her is hot, and wet, and surges of it have come upwards, soaking her pubic hair right up to the waistband of her knickers. Insidious little streams have worked their way up the elastics, emerging as two oval spots under the peaks of her hips, visible at the waistband of the skirt, then as little streams upon the front of her leggings. Mostly there is very little to see – everywhere, the fabric glistens, but nowhere does the wetting reveal itself in the cascades and flying trickles that betray a woman pissing in her knickers onto her bare legs… But she knows, very well, that she is wetting herself! Soaked, saturated, hot – no longer stinging, rinsed clean – and wet, wet, wet. She straightens up and make an effort not to stand in that telltale “I’ve wet myself!" half-crouch, and finds that it is, for a moment, unbearable as saturated cloth squeezes out new trickles, and the pool of pee in her groin and around her bottom shifts and surges, and drains down in a lukewarm renewal of the soaking on her thighs. Breathe out. She takes a step, and then another, constantly tantalised by wet cloth… And realises that she's still peeing, less than she was, but still a trickle that would be a massively embarrassing and visible wetting if she was wearing anything other than these lycra leggings. Wee is running over her shoes, clearly visible if you look, but disappearing into the wet grass in darkness. What next? Spurt, draw up. Spurt, draw in. Squeeze, let go: pull, pull, pull. A final relaxation with a little spurt; draw up and then it’s over. She presses her legs together a couple of times, to displace the puddles in the cloth. Takes a deep breath and walks, accepting that her lips and her clit are blaring alike a dimestore transistor radio at full volume. The wetness on her legs has already faded to dampness; and, although her bottom and her crotch feel very, very wet, she knows that dampness doesn’t show on matt black leggings after dark. And that feels good. And she got away with it. She could do this every damned day, and she wonders, idly, whether there was ever any reason not to. Right now, it’s so tempting, the thought of walking round the block until the urge to wet herself returns. But the tingling in her groin has a warning edge, that it’s going to sting and this could be a nasty redness if she don’t go home and shower thoroughly, right now. So next time, drink less coffee and a lot more water. And maybe, from the way her feet are squitching as she walks, invest in open-toed sandals. As she steps onto the doormats at the foyer of her block, and waits a moment for her key to scan, she realises that there is a little bit of wee, still left in her, a little dribble that she really, really shouldn't... Tempting, tempting, and why not? ... ... ... …and next time, you’ll know I mean it when I say it’s rather long. The writing, I mean.
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  6. A Golden Decree This story was a commission from Foxlover and is set in the same setting (different country) as his Order of the Chamber ladies RP which can be found here: It is well worth a read, but not necessary to hopefully enjoy this story. Walking up the muddy path Valorie could feel a light rain starting to fall, its gentle caress landing softly on her pale skin. Looking up at the dark clouds it seemed as if they had been filling the skies for weeks at this point, their drab colour matching the run-down streets she was making her way through. Hard times had fallen on the kingdom Odera, the king Pochard having taken them to war with the surrounding kingdoms three years ago. Despite the wealth of the region, it was a war that everyone knew they could not win. First went the trade, then the men who left to fight in a futile war until finally it was the king himself how left, dying of natural causes or at least that was the official cause. But now he was gone, the war had swiftly ended without the vanity of a petulant man to force it to continue. The peace accords had taken place over the last few months, the deliberating nations deciding that despite the war Odera should be allowed to continue as a free nation. An uneasy peace between some of the other countries after political or tactical blunders, a peace that was threatening to be shattered if any of the other kings were to stake a claim to their large land. When she was young Valorie had been told stories by her farther about how Odera was a proud intermediary for many historical peace talks, their country situated at an impasse where most of the other countries shared very little of their borders with each other. Centuries ago it had meant that Odera had been the most wealthy and renowned country, a mix of all cultures, people and trade. If you wanted something you knew you could find it in Griel, the capital and once crowning jewel of the empire. But now it was a totally different story, a mad king and unwinnable war turning even the once opulent streets dingy and covered in a thick layer of grime and oppression. Stepping behind a crumbing stone wall she watched a large wagon pass her and head towards the queens castle in front of her. The decree had come around early this morning, the queens guard noisily hammering the notice onto the board of her lady’s house. Apparently, the other nations had asked for war reparations as a payment for the loss of their men and destruction of land during the war. Payments the crown could no longer afford due to a lack of trade and a war that lasted three long years, it was no surprise the coffers were empty. As such, it seemed the onus had fallen on the people including her lord and lady. The package she was currently holding was easily worth more than she had ever seen or would see in her life. A solid gold chamber pot, something that had become a standard through the nation, at least for its higher ups. The old pewter or cast-iron pots melted down long ago and turned into weapons for the war, leaving the poor to go outside and the rich to fashion new ones using the one thing they had at the time, Gold. But now that gold was in demand, even these were being taken away by the Queen as she hoped to tax the lands gold to repay the other countries quickly. Crossing over the small bridge that connected the castle to the town she avoided making eye contact with the guards she passed. Most of them either angry, tormented after the war or so un-trusted during it, they had been left behind rather than taken as part of the army. Stepping carefully up the cobbled path she saw the wagon that had passed her earlier, currently unloading a number of servant women. The man seemingly setting up a stall and small podium, were they selling them off? She had heard of lords who couldn’t make the payment selling their charges and even children to avoid the accusations of treason that went along with the failure to pay. Stepping into the servant’s entrance of the castle Valorie made her way up to the main hall, directed by a number of other guards or servants. A line of other maids and servants currently handing over similarly flashy chamber pots, the crown seemingly collecting them from all over their land. Waiting patiently in line she finally made it to the front, greeted by a old man and a large leather book. “Name” he said harshly. “Lady Emily Saunders of Conningham” She announced the name of her employer with pride, she had served her for years and it had been an honour to be trusted with this task. “Right” He said taking a note of her name in the book and scribbling something else. “I also have a note from her she said to give to you.” Valorie said, handing over the sealed letter. Looking up for the first time the man squinted slightly at her, reaching out a rake of a hand and carefully taking the note. Sliding his finger through the seal he began to read for a few moments, nodding and then looking at her for a few seconds. “Guards, take her to the auction” The man said, the letter flapping in his hand as two large men came towards them. “Wait, there has to be a mistake!” Valorie cried, how could her lady do this to her. She had never done anything to dishonour her, why would she do this too her. “No mistake, Next!” He said unemotionally as she was led away. What could have happened, why had she given her up? Valorie had been surprised to be the one to receive this order, with many of the older servants far more trusted than her. Yet she had been the one to carry her life’s worth of gold to the castle, but the sullen looks from her friends suddenly making sense. They must have known she wasn’t coming back. Leaving through the front gate the sounds of the auction met her ears. “14 gold!” a cry came through the crowd. “ 14 gold and 3 silver!” another voice beat the previous offer. “Any more for any more?” The auctioneer asked as Valorie was swiftly pushed into line with the others. “Sold” The Auctioneer said as the tall brunette on stage was replaced by a slightly older woman, her long blonde hair now containing the occasional wisp of grey. Despite this, her face didn’t show the same signs of time that her hair did, making it difficult to tell her true age. “Shall we start with 8 Gold, good seamstress and chamber lady” “Aye, we need one of those. 8 Gold” A man shouted from the crowd and with no opposition she was quickly sold. Three more women went up one after another, fetching anything from 5 to 15 gold depending on skills and age. Valorie was starting to wonder about how much she was worth, what would happen if no one wanted her. Would she be able to return home or would she end up being dragged around the country until someone paid the minimum price for her. “Up next we have…” “40 Gold!” a man shouted before the auctioneer could finish, a hushed tone filling the crowed as they turned to look at the rich man. But looking up at the stage Valorie couldn’t blame him, the woman standing there was truly breath-taking. Her supple porcelain skin completely unblemished by time as she stood there with poise more akin to the lady of a manor than a servant. Her emerald eyes piercing yes kind, the vivid colour making even her drab brown clothing somehow look more affluent than they would have been on any one else. “As you say sir, 40 gold” The Auctioneer said, bowing slightly to the nobleman and not waiting for anyone to challenge him. “Next up we have…” Valorie felt her arm being pulled as she was man handled towards the stage, stumbling slightly she was suddenly in front of the small audience. The members of it looking her over, judging her, trying to discern her worth. “What skills do you have” The man whispered to her. “I…I don’t know, im just a serving girl” she whimpered, a tear rolling down her face as she realised must have been exactly why she had been thrown out, she had no skills and soon she would have no home or friends. The crowd remained silent, a few of them rubbing their chins as if they were thinking about it but not a single bid came in. “Come on ladies and Gentlemen, she is young and fit. Who will give me 5 Gold?” The auctioneer asked again. Still more silence, did no one want her. “4 Gold then?” The seller lowered the price. “I’ll take her for 3 gold, a middle-aged woman held up her hand” Finally a bid! Valorie didn’t want to be sold, but at least it was better than the thought that no one wanted her, even as a servant. “Sold” The man said, clapping his hands together and not waiting for any other bids, or maybe for her to reevaluate the price. Walking off the stage she was still in a little bit of a daze, the last 15 minutes a blur to her as she joined the group that had been successfully sold. A few minutes later Valorie along with a group of around 12 others were ushered back into the castle, having seemingly being bought by nobles that resided within it. A small comfort that at at least she wouldn’t get taken away to some far away land for a noble she didn’t know. Even though she hadn’t been in the castle often she at least knew the town, the traders and many of the other servants she would be working with. Taken through the castle hallways they were led down a set of stone stairs into the basement, approaching a large wooden door they could hear raised voices on the other side of it. “This is absurd, how can this be the only option” “Im sorry M’Lady, it’s the Queens orders. Chamber ladies are becoming more common across the lands, its almost acceptable for most places to have one or two." “Acceptable! I can assure you it is not acceptable for nobility to release themselves into a servant, or at least it is not in this castle!” The voice responded, getting louder as the conversation heated up. “Im sorry M’Lady I meant nothing by it, buts like I said... it's the Queens orders.” “Well, im going to have to go and speak to my daughter then!” As the guard escorting them opened the door it revealed a tall room, possibly a store room of some kind that had been converted into what looked a like a dorm room. A number of beds crammed along the walls of the room, an old table in the centre and surrounded by mismatched chairs. Stood next to the table were a pair of women of whom the voices belonged, one that Valorie recognised instantly as the Queen mother. She had been married to the king that had started the war, but after one too many protests had been confined to the caste, or at least those were the rumours that she had overheard spoken in hushed tones. Despite being next in line she had abdicated the throne to her daughter, the only child she had managed to conceive with her far more elderly husband. “You must be the new servants, line up over there please” The queens mother said, her voice far more calm and poised now. Moving over Valorie was surprised to find herself stood next to the Black haired beauty from before, why would a noble spend 40 Gold on a woman like her only to put her with the rest of them. Walking to the front of the line the Queens mother gave the first girl the once over, a short blonde woman who seemed as nervous as he felt. “Name and previous role” The queens mother ordered, making the blonde servant stand to attention. “Charlotte…um servant…” Nodding the Queen went to the next in line, another blonde but much bulkier. Her arms and legs clearly strong for years of hard work. “Name and role” “Rebecca, farm hand.” An answer that apparently surprised a few of those in the room. A few years ago having a woman as a farm hand would have been unheard of, but with the men out to fight many had picked up jobs otherwise reserved for them. Thinking for a moment, the Queens mother nodded to herself, raising a finger as if she had gotten an idea. “Stables” she said, pointing to the woman and then to a guard in the corner who walked over and took her presumably to the stables. Next in line was the tall black-haired woman next to Valorie. Even the Queens mother seemed to do a double take, a slight frown on her face as she too wondered why she was here. “Name and role” “Morgana, servant your grace” she said, gracefully curtsying. “Seems one of you has some understanding of proper etiquette” The Queens mother said, a slight smile on her face. “Next” she said, now standing imposingly In front of Valorie who couldn't help but swallow deeply. “Valorie, servant your grace” she said, awkwardly curtsying and doing her best not to fall over. Her attempt getting a smile and a shake of a head from the woman in front of her. “Well at least you learn quickly.” Soon the line had been inspected, with two sent to the kitchens and the slightly older seamstress from before sent to the tailors. That left just 9 of them stood there, the women in front of them discussing something in hushed tones. “Ok ladies, I will leave you in the capable hands on Caroline, a trusted advisory.” The queen mother said, turning and leaving the room escorted by a couple of heavily armed guards. “Alright then, im Caroline and I am the head of your servants quarters” Said the middle aged brunette talking to them all. Her slightly larger frame far curvier than most of them in line, but the few extra pounds from the occasional castle feast only increasing her womanly charm and giving her a motherly figure. “Now then, given the current circumstances you have all been selected as Chamber ladies. At least for the time being, it is possible your roles will change in time as other…options…become available to the nobles.” “Im sorry M’am what is a chamber lady?”, one of the women asked to Valorie’s right. It was something she had been wondering, it was not a service she had heard about before but many of those in the auction had said they were one. Maybe it was something only the highest of nobles had around them? “I can understand that, these are new times and this is a new role for us here. However, Chamber ladies have a proud tradition in other countries and even cities in our own nation. As for what we do, we offer relief to the nobles as and when they need it. Due to the current shortage of chamber pots we are currently experiencing, this is the new method that has been chosen to maintain the poise and dignity of noble folk.” Caroline finished, walking over to the nearest bed and picking up a strange tube. “It is your duty to learn how to use one of these and to aid the nobles in its use. That should be no problem for any of you as it is quite simple, you insert one end into yourself and the noble inserts it into themselves." Reaching under her clothes it seemed she was demonstrating the strange procedure to them, even though they couldn't see what she was doing. " At which point it allows the transfer of fluids from one persons bladder to the others bladder. In this way it relieves the noble without them having to expose themselves outside where anyone could see them.” A few nervous glances went around the group, although much to Valorie’s surprise it seemed that many of the group were expecting this, maybe it wasn’t as strange as she thought it was. "Ordinarily we would allow you time to train yourselves to hold longer, but the sudden end to the war and the Queens decree have meant we do not have that luxury. To make matters worse there is a banquet in the castle tonight and you will all be in service throughout the event. As a starter I would recommend you empty yourselves fully before hand and limit drinks throughout." "But now, just to check none of you will embarrass the nobility on your first day we are going to conduct a test.” Caroline finished, opening the door opposite the one they had come in from, revealing a line of fidgeting women. “The first 9 please” she commanded, those nearest the door shuffling into the room and standing opposite the new recruits. The group moving along until Valorie found herself staring at a much larger woman, her heavy set frame and thick neck supporting a toothy grin, the woman seemingly looking down on her with some feeling of glee. “I hope your ready” she said quietly patting her bladder, the woman’s deep and ominous tone making Valorie shiver slightly. “I haven’t gone since last night” she seemed to boast. “Alright Magnus, why don’t we swap you like this. Lets at least give the little girl a chance.” Caroline said, appearing over the large woman’s shoulder. Making the woman apparently called Magnus exchange places with the woman to her right and being replaced thankfully by someone built much more like herself. The young woman obviously squirming where she stood, her bladder apparently full want demanding her attention. “Right then, each of these women was given three glasses of wine at breakfast and have been waiting to relieve themselves. Your job is to take three of them without making a mess on the floor” Caroline commanded. Three! How could she take in 3 peoples bladders! Valorie worried, a sentiment shared by those not already accustom to this. Surely no one could do that, people only had one bladder for a reason right? “Here you go” a tube was hastily pushed into Valories hand by the woman opposite, a look of anguish on her face signalling she was seconds from exploding where she stood. It took a few moments to insert it correctly, a uncomfortable pressure making her wince for a moment. But as soon as it was in, it was hard to tell it was even in there really. “Ok girls, you can go” Caroline said as a chorus of gasps filled the room, the nine wine filled women relaxing their muscles and their bladders emptying themselves. The sensation that followed was far stranger than anything Valorie had expected, a warm heat that was in a strange way comforting was suddenly building inside her from the bottom up. Her already half full bladder becoming heavier as the blushing woman continued to piss into her bladder. After 20 seconds the woman stopped peeing, her body looking far more relaxed now. Despite an increase in pressure and the strange sensation, Valorie didn’t feel too much worse for it. The fullness in her bladder definitely noticeable now though, but maybe she could take three loads after all. Beside her she watched as Magnus’s piss roared through the clear tubing and into Morgarna, the poised woman standing rigidly but her face looking calm. Even as the other 8 women ran dry, the large woman continued filling the black haired woman. The two of them staring into each others eyes, Morgarna’s emerald jem's unblinking as the strangers seemed almost to view each other as an adversarial. After 50 seconds the stream ended, with Magnus clearly grimacing as she tried to force out every drop of liquid from inside her. But Morgana didn’t break, in fact out of all of the new hires she somehow looked the most relaxed. “Next” Caroline shouted, the line of relieved looking servants disappearing to go back to their jobs, replaced by 9 more desperate looking women. Connecting up the next woman Valorie was quickly getting the hang of it, the process was simple despite its intimate nature. Standing with her feet slightly apart she felt her bladder begin to fill once again, the weight of the liquid inside her increasing substantially. Where as last time the room had been filled with a number of sighs of relief, this time the room was quickly filled with the low grunts and complaints of many of the women being filled. Their bladders filling faster and containing more than many of them had ever experienced before. “I…I…..I” a small woman next to Valorie started to say something, her body shaking slightly as her bladder bulged out of her slim body. Moments later her torso convulsed, doubling over as the woman opposite grunted, the stream apparently changing direction and filling her instead, “Stop woman, you’re the chamber lady!” The woman commanded but it was no use, the new recruit unable to control herself. Grunting again the woman opposite pulled the device from herself, having refilled her bladder urine began to splash on the ground underneath her as she lost control. A second stream of pee still shooting out of the end of the tubing as the woman next to Valorie continued to empty herself through it. An acrid smelling puddle quickly spreading across the floor as many of those around her pressed their legs tighter together, the splashing noises of the two streams making them squirm even more. The sight, sound, smell or combination there of was clearly too much for another of them, further down the line of women another seem to burst. Pee racing down her legs as her bladder lost control, the contents of it spilling onto the ground as those around her carefully stepped back. “Next” shouted Caroline, clearly not phased or just used to the display of the three women wetting themselves a few feet from her. 9 more women entered, 7 being hooked up and two standing slightly awkwardly next to the still peeing women. The desperation on their faces clear as they danced on the spot, unsure of what to do. As the third woman let loose a torrent into her bladder Valorie couldn’t help but grunt slightly, her inflated bladder being pushed hard by the new intake. Resting a hand on it through her clothes she could feel it almost vibrating as the new piss thundered into it at some speed. The uncomfortable woman opposite her clearly desperate and in much need of this relief. Within her the pressure was increasing by the second, but somehow she made it. The woman opposite her disconnecting herself and as the others finished she followed them out. The two desperate maids that had gone unrelieved looking around worried, but joining the others despite their bladders still being full from being forced to down glasses of wine with their breakfast. “You and you” Caroline pointed angrily at the two women now standing in their wet clothes. “You failed, do you know what you could have caused if you did that in the presence of some of the guests tonight. Get out of my sight, Ill decide what to do with you later.” The two women looked at each other sheepishly before trudging out of the room leaving a trail of drops and wet footprints. “As for the rest of you, line up again please and this time with your legs a shoulder width apart.” That last command would be difficult, most of them currently had their legs pressed tightly against each other, the need to urinate stronger than they could ever remember. Valorie was no different, but she had always done her best to control such urges, making sure to finish her chores before relieving herself. So being a bit desperate was nothing new, even though this just felt totally different. Taking a deep breath she took a step forwards to join the just as confident Morgana and a blonde woman to her right that she had missed the name of during the queen mothers questioning. “I said shoulder width apart” Caroline chastised a young girl near the end of the line. Her hands buried deep in her crotch and legs crossed where she was stood. She had taken the three loads, but was clearly at her wits end. “I cant” the poor girl sobbed. “Can’t or wont?” Caroline said accusingly, her stern tone making the woman step forward her legs slightly apart. “Shoulder width” Their apparent task master commanded, tapping the inside of the woman's legs who responded by widening her stance. Almost as soon as she had moved them she let out a little whimper, moments before a waterfall began to fall between her slim legs. A river of other peoples pee slowly escaping the sobbing woman, her face now covered by her hands as she hid from the shame of being unable to control herself. Shaking her head Caroline ignored her, walking back to the centre of the remaining 6. “Now then, for the rest of you who plan on passing this test, it is important to keep your poise at all times unlike your friend here. You are no longer mere servants but chamber ladies, you will serve the most important and wealthy members of the crown and their visitors. As such, you much behave with a certain level of decorum, not like a small child.” Beginning to pace up and down the line Caroline continued, the sense of pride she had about the job easy to hear in her tone. “As a chamber lady your duty is to serve, regardless of your own needs. Your own needs must go silent and unnoticed by those you serve and those around them, it is a discrete service we offer. That goes for being filled too, there may come a time and place where you are required to in public and it is your responsibility to be able to perform your duty without others noticing, for the sake of your nobles whose appearance can be the difference between a successful meeting or not. You can not jeopardise the future of this country because you are unable to help or hold it” Caroline said, looking at the woman who had finally finished making a mess on the floor with a level of disdain. Now then those of you who are new to this may think this is a little strange, perhaps even not worth it. But our position is a vital one, we help the lords and ladies maintain their dignity and in return we get to sit at some of the most important tables anywhere in the land. It is an honour and a privilege to be a chamber lady, don’t forget that.” As she listened to her Caroline's stirring speech Valorie hadn’t thought about it before, but maybe she was right. Tonight she would be at a party in the same castle as the queen and all of the nobles. She wouldn’t have ever been allowed to see, let alone attend the event if she hadn’t been sold this morning. “Now I will give you your patrons” Caroline said, walking up and down the row a few times as if gauging their ability to remain poised. Valorie had to admit it was getting harder, with each second that passed the urge to shut her legs was getting stronger. “You, you and you” She pointed to three women, you will serve the visiting nobles between you. Stepping in front of Valorie, Caroline seemed to think for a moment. Looking between her and Morgana, before pointing at her. “Queen”. Valories eyes went wide, she would be serving the Queen! Not 30 minutes earlier she had been told she had no skills and now she was a servant of the most important and powerful woman in all the land. This had to be a mistake, what if she couldn’t handle it. “Queens guest” Caroline said, her finger moving to Morgana. Walking over to the final woman she paused for a moment “Lord and lady wellington. They will be in attendance together are you going to able to handle that.” “Yes mam, I can handle anything. Give me a whole group if you want, this bladder doesn’t break” The stout large breasted blonde said confidently. “Name?” Caroline asked. “Laura” “Well Laura, this is no place for Ego’s. If we do our job correctly, no one will even notice. Remember that” Caroline’s sentence making the woman she was reprimanding blush deeply and Valorie could tell she was biting her tongue not to say something else. “And you, wet one. Kitchen server” She said with a wave of her hand, not even looking in her direction. “Now im sure you all need to relieve yourselves and remember to go again before you attended the party. It starts at 6pm but I would advise you to check in on your Patrons beforehand if you can. Maybe suggest they empty themselves before the party too so you can release it for them with the rest of the servants before it begins." Pausing for a moment she turned to look at them all, her face stern and commanding "Remember, you are the key to our nobles remaining poised and respected, I wont have you degrading our country.” With that their leader left through the door and the guards indicated they should exit the opposite way. What a morning it had been, as she walked up the road this morning, Valorie could never have imagined how her life would have changed. ------------------------------- Thanks for reading, there was a lot of set up in this chapter but I hope it was enjoyable. This is part 1 of 3, more to come soon.
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  7. Never seen this one before, sorry if it has been posted already. https://youtu.be/hqPkgDrkwdE?t=660
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  9. In case you haven't seen it yet, here's the link. https://vk.com/id208185567?z=video558303813_456239080
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  10. Same here. Being desperate in a car with other people in the car is for me a bit of a nightmare situation, due to some traumatic experiences as a child, so I wouldn't try to inflict it on anyone else. I get terribly embarrassed about admitting my need to pee to "normal" people, and the worse I need to go the harder it is for me to admit my need! I've always been like that. But being desperate in the car by myself is an entirely different matter ("a horse of a completely different kettle of fish", if you like mixed metaphors), and sometimes I'll even set myself up for it deliberately.
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  11. I'm not really that into messing. The desperation is there for sure, and probably more intense for me because I Do Not Want To have an accident. I can't say I hate it, but for me it kinds gets in the way when I'm going for pee desperation. The other day when I was sort of playing around, trying to decide what to do with my urges to pee. I was thinking...Should drink more liquid and hold until I piss myself? Should I make a video of me wetting my leggings?... But the more by bladder was telling me to spill its contents, the more I had to shit. The need to pee was growing, I was on the verge of starting in with the potty dance, when my backdoor wanted to join in. I finally decided that I was going to take some progress pics, of my growing desperation, when the urgency of me really needing to shit tried to eclipse my piss filled belly's warning signs. Every now and again if this happens, if they're loose enough, I can stop myself from emptying my bladder and just let my bowels move on out. Not that easy at all. It made it work though. So my cute little red plaid panties, that were supposed to only be wet from my dribbling pee almost got messed in, nearly ruining my photo shoot. So when I ended my pic taking with a video of me completely soaking my favorite panties, half of my piss was already wasted on me trying really hard not to mess in my panties. So anyway, there's my sort of humorous story of me almost ruining my favorite panties.
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  12. Thank you! I really enjoy writing them as love thinking of all different characters and situations. This fetish is fantastic for that since everyone has to pee really. Always happy to get suggestions for new series!
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  13. A poem I wrote just for fun. Before I pee I wiggle and dance And the first few drops Go in my pants
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  14. Recently I published a new public wetting video featuring Alisha on HD Wetting, and I have to say, it is one of the most incredible public wettings we have ever done. This was Alisha's first full public wetting shoot. Though she has done a handful of public videos in the past, this was her first time doing a full shoot of public scenes. The production side of such shoots is really simple- We simply load Alisha up with lots of fluids, drive around until she needs to go, then find a suitable spot where she would feel comfortable wetting herself. In finding a suitable location to film a public wetting scene we are usually looking for some place that has a quick escape, and some place where we aren't likely to generate a direct confrontation with someone. We figured with the Coronavirus shutdowns going on, and some unseasonable rain on the day of the shoot, that we wouldn't have too much difficulty finding public locations. However, that wasn't the case with this scene. Despite driving all over, everywhere we went was swarming with people on the streets and just hanging out. As we searched for some place to film the scene, Alisha's need to go grew ever more dire. She actually got to the point in the car where she was holding herself and rocking back and forth gently, trying to keep it in. Despite being unable to find a location that didn't have people all over, Alisha said we needed to stop and film the scene. She was at her limit and simply didn't have time to find some place more suitable. I dropped her off, drove down the block, then filmed her. Nothing was planned here, and you can clearly see in the video how real the situation is. Even in these screen shots you can see how she is struggling as she walks, squeezing her legs together without trying to be obvious that she is squeezing her legs. Also, the expression on her face betrays what is really going on. She is clearly worried about what is about to happen. As she gets closer to the moment she looses control, she looks more and more terrified. Finally, when she can't hold back anymore and does wet her pants, the expression on her face is one of completely fear, terror, and humiliation all rolled into one. Her tight jeans clearly betray a dark, glistening wet patch as she has an accident in public. At the end of the video she candidly talks about what happened in the car, still sitting in her wet jeans.
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    OYC-324 Screenshots in the order of the video clips. Ladies are convinced to wear a remote control vibrator after being caught in various embarrassing situations. They squirm and fidget in their skirts while trying to resist the effects of the remote control vibrator. Can they avoid squirting in front of their neighbors and co-workers? Of course not, that wouldn't be any fun. Enjoy!
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  17. I found this video this evening and the girl in it is so dreamy. She cosplays as Fluttershy being accidentally discovered as needing to wear a diaper because she has accidents whenever she gets nervous. This is a dream come true Fluttershy scenario for me part 1 part 2 (part 2 contains breasts and she puts her hand down her goodnite)
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  18. There is this Japanese girl I've been seeing on and off since last year. She is the kind of person who is friendly with anyone and cool about anything as long as it is not harmful or disrespectful. One of these rare people you can meet all day long without doing anything special, talk for hours and just not see time passing by. She's ~35 years old and an artist by profession (although mostly she teaches photography in college). Really open minded, but also not a kinky person at all; albeit that doesn't mean inexperienced. Anyway... last weekend we met and I told her about my fetish. Not much about it, I briefly described it in this topic: TL;DR: she was very casual about it, made some questions about what kind of stuff I liked in specific about pee, and when I asked if she could do it she said yes and that she was just worried she wouldn't be able to pee but that she would like to try. So we decided to go spend a lazy day at a love hotel we were checking on since a while ago. We met yesterday, a sunny and very hot Friday Holiday. To make most of our day, she would take the train and meet me early morning on a station halfway to the hotel. I drove there and waited for 2 minutes until she got out of the station. During the hour long drive, she didn't mention omorashi any time, but getting close to the hotel she asked to stop at a convenience store and buy water water and ice cream. It was funny that she wanted to buy water since they have it at the hotel, and she obviously know about it, and when I pointed it to her she just smiled and grabbed a 2L bottle of water. That simple gesture made me incredibly horny, as until then I thought she wasn't sure about trying it. We got in the room, played a bit with all the funny stuff you find in a love hotel (check the menu, play with the lights, karaoke, projector, etc...) and started making out. After the vanilla sex (and her downing glass of glass of water), we ordered lunch, which she had with a huge glass of highball, and started making out again on the bed. So far she hadn't been to the toilet yet. She asked in bed if we should go outside (the open air bath) to try my fetish. She was only in panties on top of me, so I said she could just do it now if she wanted. She smiled awkwardly (ehhh?!?!) and said it would make the bed wet. I said just a little was ok, but she wouldn't have it. So we went outside. She told me to lay down on the stone floor and I had no idea what she was planning, specially considering she had never tried it - did she search online about golden shower, I wondered. She explained she would stand with her legs open over me and wet her panties so I could see it. I wanted her closer, so I sat by a little plastic chair, put her on my lap, and said she could wet any time. She tried for around 30 minutes and then gave up. She just couldn't do it with her panties on and proceeded to remove it and sit again on my lap facing me with my head on her breasts. So far almost every girl I met asked a hundred times if it was really ok to do it before wetting the first time, but she was different. After removing her panties, without saying anything, in less than 20 seconds I felt the warm pee soaking my dick. She was peeing profusely and closed her legs around me while hugging me, so the pee made a puddle between us. As soon as she moved a little all the puddled pee fell with a splash. Her face was priceless, a mix of shyness and entertainment, and she asked me "is it really ok I'm peeing on you?" and while I replied I felt she hadn't stop peeing yet. It was great, and soon after she just jumped in the bathtub and asked me to join her. After we had some more fun and dried ourselves we chilled again on the bed. By the time all the water she drunk had made into her bladder again, she just look to me and said "Jules... I need to pee again. Like... I really need to pee this time". I showed her the bed had this waterproof thing under the sheet (some kind of rubberized cloth, it was actually the first time I saw something like that) and said it was safe, she could pee on the bed. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to stop, since her bladder was full this time, but after I assured it would be ok anyway and got some towels under us she decided to try. Again, nothing... it just wasn't that easy. As she grew uncomfortable with the pressure, we went outside again. This time she said she would try with her panties on, but said she could pee easier if she was standing (no idea why, any women could chime in about it?). She stood there with her pink satin panties, spread her legs, and hugged me with my leg in between hers. I didn't notice when she started, as it run behind her legs and her expression didn't change, buy I felt my foot in the already wet floor getting warm and looked surprised at her, to which she simply replied "I'm peeing". I hug her stronger and could feel the pee in my legs this time, I put my hands in between her legs and still she continued peeing without a flinch! I slowly turned to her back, while still holding her close and I could see the pee stream flowing from the middle of her legs through the curve of her ass and then down her legs like a little river. It was always a small stream, but the longest pee I have ever seen. This time as soon as she finished I told her let's get on the bed and we jumped there with both our legs wet with her pee, and she still in wet underwear. Soon she removed her panties and we started right away to fuck. It was the best sex I ever had and whenever we changed position I would have her still wet legs somewhere else in my body, grab her wet ankles, or simply touch her tights and feel the pee still there. Meanwhile the sheets were getting damp from us rolling in it. She said she felt her body in a way she never had before, that she was questioning if what she had felt until now was really an orgasm or if this was it. And that she wanted to do it again many times again. After everything, I confirmed that she brought an extra clean panty with her and she showed a full change of clothes in her bag smiling "I came prepared". Next time she said she will try wetting fully dressed and even told me that if she's with a skirt she could do it any time in public and I wouldn't even notice if not for her removing her shoes before (she never tried it though). I'm looking forward to it.
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  19. Reasons she couldn’t go: Pride Paula was the only girl in her family. The youngest of five her parents were so convinced hey were having another boy they never bothered with the gender scan and even named her Paul, having to hastily add an ‘a’ at the end in shock the day she was born. By the time she was 2 she preferred her brother)s hand me down dungarees and joggers to the frilly dresses everyone tried to put on her, pulling tights off every time someone put them on her. As she grew Paula was a wonderful mix of confident female but strong and as fit as any of her brothers. She could score a goal at football, down a pint and her favourite place was on the builders site with her dad, but yet she could dress to impress with skinny jeans, sleeveless top and incredible make up skills that made even her brothers turn their heads. Smart, savvy, and determined Paula left school with straight A’s but bucked any thought of going to university, determined instead to go into building and expand her father’s business. Paula could put her hand to most things: building, plastering, roofing, plumbing and even basic electrics, though roofing soon became a firm favourite as she loved the climbing and danger of being on the roof. Being surrounded by men didn’t phase her one bit, it was natural, but she always felt she had to prove both her ability and strength just because she happened to be female. Paula had spent her evenings promoting her dad’s business on social media, an area he hadn’t even even thought about. She made a short video for tiktok, an advert for YouTube and a bright shareable poster for twitter and Facebook. Within hours the phone was ringing and she organised visits and pricing. Her father was delighted and thanked Paula by making her project manager on a large church roof replacement that would take over a week to complete. Paula was delighted, ordering the parts, booking scaffolding and ringing delivery companies for a skip and tiles. Paula arrived on scene in a pair of work jeans, a short sleeved t-shirt and her protective hat, and fasted the protective clips around her. The scaffolding was erected and the team of male colleagues ready to go. She finished her take away tea, tossed the cup in the skip and climbed up the scaffolding to start. The thrill of stripping the old roof excited Paula as she joked and laughed with the lads. The sun was out and soon Paula shouted for them all to have a break. They all made their way down and Davie was nominated to go to the shop for cans of cold juice. Paula drank hers in minutes before shouting to the others to head up as soon as they were ready. The church was closed and Sarah was aware there was no nearby toilets on the high street but up on the roof she spotted a number of the guys freely pissing discreetly at the back of the church out of sight of the public. Her dad had always reminded her to order port a loos but Paula felt the expense could be better spent elsewhere. The guys never complained and she learnt to hold all day anyway so if no-one complained she wasn’t going to either. After another break for late lunch the old roof was finally off and Paula spent the rest of the afternoon securing tarpaulin to keep the building water tight overnight. It proved much more difficult than planned, not helped by the fact by mid afternoon Paula really needed the toilet. Down below she watched frustratingly as Davie pissed freely behind the church as she crossed her legs on the scaffolding and gritted her teeth. If only the plastic cover would secure so she could finish and get home to the toilet. If only she could overcome her pride and piss behind the church like all the others! Hitting another glitch Paula radioed for the team to gather at the side of the building to discuss how to secure the tarpaulin best overnight. Thankful to be on the ground Paula waited while the others joined her, moving around loads and stepping from foot to foot. Hearing her dad’s voice in her mind reminding her to always order the port a loo she bit her lip and crossed her legs, wishing she had listened to him instead of thinking she knew better. She was too proud to tell him he was right as she checked she was still alone before quickly grabbing between her legs. She needed the building water tight and quick because it wasn’t just the building that needed protecting from leaks right now! Tam, an experienced older man on the team came to Paula’s rescue as he suggested tying the tarpaulin to the scaffolding for tonight and securing with bricks from the debris. Paula agreed, both because the idea was great but also because she didn’t have time to waste as her bladder continued to pulse and her pussy tingled in desperation. It was getting harder to keep her need from the team as she couldn’t stand still as they discussed and agreed the best places to tie the sheet. A few of the guys looked teasingly as her, one even jokingly asking if she was auditioning for ‘worlds best dancer’ on TV. Paula laughed it off but felt her cheeks redden regardless. Paula could easily have left the guys to tie the tarpaulin but she hated them thinking she was skiving so she once again climbed the scaffolding and took up heavy bricks to weigh the covering down. Finally she was satisfied it was water tight and she released the team to go home before returning bright and early the following day. As they each headed away Paula checked the coast was clear and grabbed her crotch again as she stood at the side of her lorry. Her bladder hurt and the waist of her jeans dug in so Paula undid the clip and climbed into the drivers cab, absolutely desperate for a bathroom. She bounced on the seat with both hands in her crotch as she cursed herself for not getting a port a loo. Suddenly remembering she would be back again tomorrow and it was close to 5pm she picked up her mobile and ran through her contacts deciding to swallow her pride and book a port a loo for the rest of the week. Of course there was no phone number in her contacts as she’d refused to book one before so with one hand clutched tightly between her thighs Paula called her dad hoping he could help. The phone rang but went to his answer phone while Paula left a breathless message as she bounced frantically in the drivers seat, her knees hitting the steering wheel often. There was no way she could possibly drive in the state she was in and Paula decided there was nothing left but to ditch her pride and head to the back of the church as all the others had done and pee outside. Still holding her mobile she started hobbling around the building when her mobile rang. Paula saw it was her dad and instinctively answered. As she got closer to the rear of the church her phone signal cut right back to the point she could hardly hear her dad. Paula was left with a problem: cut her dad off, pee behind the church and risk having to do this all week knowing if a port a loo wasn’t ordered before the company shut she’d most likely be stuck all week in the same situation or wait long enough to get her dad to order a port a loo tonight but risk peeing herself right now. Paula couldn’t bring herself to cut her dad off and pride prevented her telling him that she was so absolutely desperate to pee she was seconds away from wetting. Embarrassed and sweating she leaned back on the scaffolding in tears as she tried to tell her dad the site details to order a portable toilet. As she gave him dates and postcodes she wrapped her legs around the scaffolding and pulled herself close as if cuddling it. The pressure in her bladder eased very slightly with having something hard against it but nothing could hold off the inevitable as poor Paula wet herself spectacularly whilst her dad ordered the very thing that could have prevented it happening. If only Paula hadn’t been so full of pride. Then again haven’t we all found ourselves in difficult situations at times and wished we could swallow our pride and just say we made a mistake. I know I have and ust like Paula mine was also bathroom related but that’s a story for another theme!
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  20. Does anyone know which JADE video this? i.e, the code. Better yet, does anyone have the full-length version? https://www.xvideos.com/video54450777/teacher_peeing_story_2
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  21. 989 downloads

    Mdh video of 2 girls weyting their jeans. They pull down their jeans to show bodies and gently kiss. Havent seen it here before.
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  22. I peed myself and stayed wet all evening yesterday too! I wet my tight grey Jean's in public for a custom video 🙂 heres a couple pics of the aftermath! I'll post them below!
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  23. Wow, that's super sexy. I've had days where I stayed wet all day, and only peed in my pants. I love it when I can do that.
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  24. If I was trying to buy a bit more time I'd try to let a little bit go in my pants. Sometimes that can actually work for me, but the risk is that although I can always initially stop, the more desperate I am, the harder it is to keep it stopped, and I'm likely to then have one or more big accidental spurts before I'm able to really get properly in control again. Or if I was just going to let it go and was wearing a skirt or dress I'd just quickly find somewhere suitable (ideally a patch of grass) and kneel down and just pee through my panties and down my bare legs: no big visible wet patches, no wet shoes! I've actually done this quite a number of times, but the situation has to be right to be able to get away with it.
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  29. Sounds vaguely like this video from vk... maybe? 2 girls in tub.mp4
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  31. I would love to have this video. I made an account but I don’t know know how much points this video translates to in USD. Point total is 7,866 and the video is over 3 hours long. 1,748 points a piece. Can you help me get this video? https://jade-net-home.com/media_access/play/-,1,9,121944,sample?ql=1
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  32. Messing, smoking, wetting in that order. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f3455ae5e7ea Girl wets leggings on balcony, multiple positions (not very new but I’ve never seen it) https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e95b2d063458 Wetting pants by the toilet https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f1c4d90a7b69 Peeing plastic panties with jeans on https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f0b75cb315b6
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  33. First, a link to the translator, with their express permission. https://www.fiverr.com/kimera7790/translate-your-manga-or-doujinshi-into-english?funnel=aac3005c-2061-4c1a-964d-dfbbf1f212a7 Prices: Hentai: 2.50/page with typesetting, 1.50/page for a text file Non-hentai/Standard 2.25/page with typesetting, 1.25/page for a text file Very well done. Price was very reasonable. This was considered standard (non-hentai) Before After Fiver Translated Manga GREAT.zip
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  34. View File Strapon Wet Dream So as some of you might know, I've been kind of fascinated wet dreams for a while. I was doing a search for male wet dreams and then I found this... a woman wearing one of those ejaculating strapons has a wet dream.. There's masturbation with the strapon and other fun. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/10/2020 Category Female
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  35. We Summon the Darkness with Alexandra Daddario- several references t oone of the characters having a weak bladder and one (very) tame squat scene.
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  36. Further apologies for the delay. I keep coming up with new ideas and not sure if I should work them into a new series of stories later or keep adding to here but I finally finished part two (mostly as I had originally intended for it to be). This is still a build up to what I consider the main part of the theme so let me know what you think. My plan for Jessica eventually is a little different to anything Ive read before (I hope it is original) but will show her true capacity and a true test for her. So without further delay, here is. Part two: The mystery tour. After a few dates and a few months of getting to know each other (Work and college can be demanding) I still had yet to see Jessica desperate or even remotely needful for the use of a bathroom, but there was no chances to bring it up. Was it possible she had a love of holding it but was an extremely practiced and disciplined holder? I was I looking for things that weren’t there due to my own kinks? The chance may have been sent my way to find out, there was a mystery tour organized in the university as a social building exercise due to it being the start of the new semester and we decided to go. All we knew was we needed to bring outdoor clothes and clothes suitable for casual yet properly dressed place after. There would be 30 people on the tour in total some of whom we knew already. Two were Jennifer’s (and by now my) friends Alison and Georgia. I knew one of the guys and his girlfriend, they were named Jack and Sarah. The bus was leaving campus at 2pm for the first leg of the journey so Jessica and I got up at 10am (I had stayed in her place, recently we had been staying over at each others apartments roughly once a week). She wanted to shower and I told her to go ahead while there was still hot water and I would fix some breakfast. I began by putting on coffee and making scrambled eggs (black pepper, salt and a little bit of chili flakes) with toast and some sliced fruit. It was a beautiful morning, warm with some clouds t break up the heat, perfect if we were going to be outside all day and to be honest, we had no idea what we would actually be doing. Jessica came out of the shower with her hair up in a towel wearing low hanging grey sweatpants and a short black crop top which stopped halfway between her belly button and her breasts. I drank in the sight of her toned stomach and the teasing sight of how low her sweatpants were. We kissed good morning and I gave her her customary large coffee (about 600ml as she was used to drinking before class) and her eggs and toast. I had a glass of water approx 400ml and she joined me saying “Good idea, I don’t know how much alcohol they have planned for us today, this is a college party after all”. She offered to clean as I had cooked (we never let the other clean at our own place anyway) and I went to go to shower. By the time I came out of the shower and got dressed she was putting some beers from the fridge into a cooler bag and was ready to go so we left after packing our bags and recommended essentials and finishing off her coffee. We got to the meeting area about twenty minutes early as we wanted to talk to people and try get seats beside those we know and as we got talking to Jack and Sarah Jack explained he had brought a hip flask of whisky in case we were going partying later and when Jessica asked what Sarah brought she made a face at his choice of whisky (Scotch) she explained she had brought some beers. As the others arrived I noted a few familiar faces all of whom seemed dressed somewhat for the outdoors at least. Sensible footwear all around with everything from shorts to hiking trousers and sweatpants and bags that appeared softly stuffed full of spare clothes for the evening as was recommended. At 2:06pm we were all boarded and the bus took off, Alison and Georgia had arrived and we were sat as follows; Jessica and I in two seats about two thirds of the way down the bus on the left with me on the aisle seat, Alison and Georgia were across the aisle from us and Jack and Sarah in front with Sarah on the aisle seat and Jack against the window. He was quite tired so was going to try to nap for the first bus journey in order to be fresh for later. The organizer, a student named Ana introduced the partial (still secretive) day plan to us. It would take approximately an hour and a half to get to the first destination where we would be for about three hours, we would then have time to change before moving onto the next stage in a 1.5 hour journey and then to the second place for a few more hours followed by a 3 hour trip home. I didn’t mind as I had booked off work this weekend as I didn’t know how late I would be out and was staying at Jessica’s tonight. This being a bus full of college kids addicted to caffeine there was plenty of people with thermos full of coffee or energy drinks and many people were drinking water to deal with the warmth of the day, the windows couldn’t be opened too much due to the speed of the bus on the highway and the air-con was lacking slightly in power. The conversation mainly revolved around speculation as to where we would be going first and also about how people’s summer had been. Many had jobs in the university town and so had stayed in the area for the summer despite being from different areas. Others had been home and so had tales of family and friends and how life is where they came from. This gave me somewhat of what I have read described as “wanderlust” or the desire to go traveling. I made a mental note to begin researching somewhere to go for the next holiday period, maybe Jessica could come too. Between day dreaming and conversation the bus journey was uneventful besides a little bit of traffic which delayed us by a few minutes we arrived to a gate leading up a country lane way of sorts but just big enough for the bus to get through. We began driving up the lane way and realized where we were, our first surprise of the day was a zip lining/high climbing center, awesome! They had told us to prepare for outdoors so no one seemed displeased about this. Ana told us we were here and Jack woke up just as the bus stopped and seemed excited at the idea of zip lining. Due to the traffic we had been delayed slightly so we were rushed off the bus as Ana told us every few minutes of a delay at each stop would throw the next event off. We were shown and introduction safety video by Andre, one of our instructors and afterwards we were sized for harnesses and helmets. One of the girls, Lydia I think her name was? (I only recognized her from the bus and occasionally on campus) asked Andre if there were bathrooms along the route as they were adjusting her harness over her tank top and short shorts and he laughed saying “It’s kind of difficult to sort plumbing out to the tree tops!” and asked if she had to go now as the only bathroom were here at the start or she could wait until the end but he would have to take off her harness. She said it would be fine and we should really get going, as Ana had said we shouldn’t be delaying at each stage of the day. Andre said “Good, its best to get going before the day gets too hot, there will be water available but there isn’t much shade at the top so we should make the most of these clouds” as he pulled her harness tight around her torso. I had noticed her sipping on an energy drink on the bus but figured she would be fine as she appeared fairly confident when Andre asked but obviously this had lead me to wonder what other “surprise adventures” this day may lead to. With that we were off, we got onto what seemed like giant golf cars, electric vehicles with open sides but each could hold about ten people. I sat with our group of friends with Jessica beside me who seemed excited to be here, she was somewhat into climbing (bouldering, indoor walls etc) and so to be outdoors doing something new but climbing related she was happy. There were a few “warmup” zip lines that were smaller and not so steep so we could get used to how to stop ourselves using the big thick leather glove they give you and it was very fun to try. It felt like I was flying through the treetops with the sun now shining down you could see over the trees for miles. Everyone seemed to be having fun and laughing at the platforms where we stopped between lines. We finished these stages and there was a fountain at the bottom of the last one where the golf cars were waiting. After a bit of exercise in the sun people seemed thirsty and grabbed bottles from their bags and refilled their water bottles and hydrated themselves for the more serious zip lines we were going to go on. We were in the cars for about 3 minutes (seemed silly to me but then I realized how difficult walking in the harness would be uphill for even such a short time) and we got to the second stage. We made our way though the zip lines before coming to the biggest one about halfway through the second stage. It was 700 meters between the two platforms but not so steep of an angle as some of the others. A couple of people went first until it was just me Jessica, Jack and Sarah and the girl Lydia and her friends and one of the instructors who was joining in the fun and conversation with the rest of us. We were all laughing and joking and getting to know one another better, I noticed however, the longer we waited the quieter Lydia was getting…. Interesting. Eventually the queue moved down and now it was Jack’s turn. Jack is a big guy but he threw himself off that platform with enthusiasm and speed and he started going quick..well rather quickly, bellowing like Tarzan. He seemed to panic however at this great velocity halfway and began to brake very hard, eventually coming to a complete stop. The instructor muttered under his breath “its always on this one they get stuck”. The protocol for this was to get legs up onto the cable and shimmy along to the end of the line, this would prove to be quite a task as it was the longest line also but Jack began the crawling. As we were deciding how to make fun of Jack for this later I noticed that Lydia seemed to be adjusting her harness belt trying to move it slightly away from her torso but it was on tight and she was watching Jack intently as he slowly moved along the line. She asked the instructor how many stages were left until the end of the zip lining and he told her not to worry, there were at least 4 more including the fastest, steepest one (last) but we should be done in the next forty minutes if Jack could avoid stalling on the next line. She answered with a sort of quiet “Oh okay” and bit her lip slightly. We were all anchored in for safety on the platform so we would all have to go along the line in the order we were standing of which she was second last. Her friend Emily who was behind her said “Starting to regret insisting on trying those two new energy drink flavors on the bus here then Lydia?” and made to poke her in the stomach laughing. Lydia said jokingly “Stop or you’ll make me pee myself” but from the speed at which she avoided her friends hand made me wonder how much she was joking. Eventually Jack made it to the other side and we could begin moving again, It was my turn after a while and I avoided making Jack’s mistake, although I started out slower than he did I maintained my speed throughout and was able to enjoy the view of the river below tumbling over the rocks and the fallen trees without worrying about getting stuck. I wondered what Lydia and her filling bladder would make of the rushing sound of the water as she passed over. When zip lining one hand has to float over the cable to brake if need be and the other has to hold onto your anchor rope for stability so she wouldn’t be able to hold herself if need be but due to her earlier confidence I assumed she would be fine. It took about ten more minutes but eventually Jessica arrived with her eyes bright at the excitement of the zip line and Lydia’s friend group followed. When she eventually arrived herself she got onto the platform and laughed saying “one stage closer to relief” and when we all had arrived people began moving to the next stage. Jessica asked Lydia “how are you getting on? Did you drink too much on the bus?” as Lydia was slightly shifting her weight from foot to foot at this stage. “Well my favorite soda brought out two new flavors and I was up late last night doing an assignment so I could come here today and I needed the caffeine so I naturally had to try the two of them on the bus, it was a total of 700ml and the water I had seems to be accelerated by the caffeine to my bladder. The waiting on the platforms is the worst bit but I’ll be fine”. I began to wonder myself how Jessica was doing with her extra large coffee and glass of water this morning as well as the extra bottle of water she had between the stages of zip lining and wondered if she ever had to go. I was unsure about a few of the other guys and girls abilities in the group but Lydia was by far the fullest of the lot of them. By the time she landed at the next platform we had maybe 20 minutes of the 40 minute estimation the instructor had given her left. As soon as she was hooked up to the anchor on the platform she bent forward slightly and told Emily “No poking, this is getting serious” but she was still somewhat laughing about it. Obviously I was watching with interest but I noticed Jessica was too. “How does it feel?” she asked her. I was shocked, I would never think to ask a woman that, maybe because of my interests in desperation I would be too shy but coming from another woman it seemed a question of genuine curiousity. “Its coming in waves but it feels like my bladder is reaching capacity and just reminding me of how full it is every minute or so, at least I think the energy drinks have stopped filling it for now it isn’t getting any worse, this damn harness isn’t helping though” she said laughing and moving it around slightly. To hear her desperation being described was amazing, I hoped that Jessica would ask again where I would not dare but I was puzzled as to her interest. I noticed her occasionally throw a glance Lydia’s way where it would linger for a moment anytime the other woman leaned forward or tried to readjust her harness. By the third last platform she had stopped joking and was bending forward to more of an angle now every couple of moments and would occassionaly cross her legs over one another and hold the position for a minute. As she was wearing such short shorts I could see her leg muscles tense when she done this as she was trying to hold back the flood. Jessica asked another question (I think I love this woman). “Are you sure those other drinks haven’t made their way down yet?” to which Lydia replied “No, I think my kidneys have decided to send a little more down, I feel like my bladder is stretched to it’s limit now, I really hope we get to the bathroom soon, I can feel each bladder spasm in my pee hole just waiting to burst out” she said all this through gritted teeth with a slight bitter laugh at the end. Her friend Emily, (who by now was no longer teasing her) and the instructor gave her encouragement and told her only two more platforms left just as I was taking off on the zip line. I almost couldn’t enjoy the scenery as it was compared in my mind to the sight I had just witnessed. When Lydia arrived at the platform the others of the group had already started the last zip line as it was a much smaller platform than the rest, this was the last and fastest zip line of the tour so people were eager to get as much speed as possible and were having fun by the sounds of things from the hoots of joy. I was watching them when I heard her arriving. As she did Jessica and I turned around to see her land and immediately ram her hands into her crotch and bend over with her legs crossed. Her friend Emily landed and said “almost there girl just keep holding”. With a laugh Lydia said “I may not have to worry about that soon, my bladder might decide for me” as she stood up straight so they instructor could clip her on for the last zip line. She took a deep breath in and stood up with her legs crossed as the instructor TRIED to gently hook her on but this required some tugging and a small jump for her to be clipped onto the overhead line. She said “I can feel it about to come out, is the bathroom very close to the end point?” to the instructor. She was told they bathrooms were actually right at the end as “people usually have to go a little by the time it is all over.” As usual we all went first with Lydia second last by the time she came down I was being helped out of my harness and Jessica was waiting for me before the bathrooms with our bags she had retrieved from the golf car type things. She had obviously built up a thirst and was sipping on some water out of her metal bottle she always had in her bag. We watched as Lydia landed, immediately had to bend over and put both hands into her crotch and shuffled out of the way so Emily could land. She had to brace herself for a moment before she stood up so they could remove the harness and she hobbled over to the bathrooms past us. Jessica watched intently and said “Wow, I can’t even imagine what its like to feel so full, I hope she makes it”. “Can’t imagine what it is like to feel so full?” I thought, that was something to consider later for sure, for now my attentions were focused elsewhere as Lydia got to the bathroom where luckily for her there was only one girl ahead who let her skip after seeing her plight. Before the door opened though, Lydia leaned forward and bent her knees and exclaimed “Oh no, not now”. It took her a few breaths but she stood back up with her legs crossed just as the door opened and she hobbled in, still holding onto herself for dear life. After about a minute she came out and washed her hands at the sink outside and came over to us with a look of relief on her face. “Finally got some relief huh?” I actually dared to ask. “Yes she replied, I was probably seconds away from not making it, its a good thing we were told to bring spare clothes!” she laughed as she showed us a small wet spot on her denim short shorts. I guess all shyness had been eroded away after us having seen her in such a state. We got back into the golf cars and moved back towards the bus for about ten minutes to seven. Doing some quick math that meant that Lydia had been holding it for about four hours since she finished her last drink before she had got to pee. Not bad at all, a few other people had been looking somewhat uncomfortable by the end but she was the focus of my attention.. and Jessica’s apparently. I still wondered about that and if Jessica herself was needing to go too as she had not visited the bathroom at the end as nearly everyone had besides me, Alison, Georgia and maybe two or three others. There were changing rooms beside the bus bay and so we all changed for what we were told would be, indoors and well dressed without being formal and so we all got changed and headed to our seats once more. As the physical part of the mystery tour had been finished now people began to open beers from coolers and hand them around. Ana told us before the bus pulled away that it would be about 1.5 hours again and to go easy on the beers as we would not have time to stop due to the earlier delays but to have fun and settle in and we would be there soon. After such an eventful early afternoon I wondered how the rest of the evening would progress in terms of the mystery tour and also any further surprise desperation sightings as I watched many of the girls on the bus open beers. I watched Jessica finish her bottle of water and move onto a beer.. Maybe it would be an evening to remember.. **Hope you guys enjoy and any suggestions are welcome as this is essentially a learning while doing project for me. I am reluctant to give a time scale on the next update but judging at how busy life has gotten again it will be about the same time period as the last one. I have loads of ideas though so it is just a matter of putting them on screen!**
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  37. Thank you so much, both of you, it means a lot to me to know that you enjoy my stories and posts here! I bought a house back at the beginning of the year and have been so busy with work, decorating, gardening, fixing stuff, buying furniture etc. that I don't have much time to sit down and write long stories anymore! There is one that I started a long time ago ('Desperate Assembly') that is about half finished, and a couple more that are just ideas at this stage, but hopefully I will get round to posting these eventually. The next one I'd like to write is a true story where I ended up absolutely frantic to piss on a tour bus while on holiday and found that the on-board toilet was locked, so I had no choice but to hold on until we finally got to the destination and I was able to sneak away from the tour group to find the toilets! I'm also going to be starting a thread for general male desperation sightings soon, including a few from the garden centre where I used to work, various offices and business trips I've been on over the years, and some nights out and music festivals etc.
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  38. it's EE-364 ( or DLEE-364 ) 盗撮 女教師お漏らしストーリー2 ~尿漏らし編~ Sorry, couldn't find any download links.
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  39. Just whip my dick out and piss on the floor.
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  41. View File Nerdy_Faery - Wetting my Leggings on the Long Hike Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/nerdy_faery Length: 1:06 Submitter Reeve Submitted 08/17/2020 Category Female
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  42. I'm rarely a passenger, as I tend to do most of the driving. I've never willingly taken my time in stopping if someone is desperate. In fact, I mostly try to get to a rest stop as quickly as possible, to prevent an embarrassing situation. I find car desperation a huge turn on, but the thought of someone who's not into it having a humiliating accident does nothing for me.
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  43. Trying not to mess.. But i'm about to lose it any second!
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  44. A young policeman and her accused
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  45. Not exactly a small accident, but a public one that did go unnoticed. About two weeks ago I was at work working outside when a surprise storm blew in. I was completely soaked in about a minute, and as I was wearing a white shirt and pants my baby blue bralette and rainbow-striped panties were pretty visible. The cold rain made me need to pee, and I didn't want to deal with the hassle of removing wet clothes until I was done with my job outside, so I moved behind one of the pillars in the smoke break area while we waited for the rain to die under the guise of covering myself, closed my eyes, bit my tongue a little, and started leaking. As soon as I started feeling the warmth, my bladder gave way completely. Later we were all allowed to get a change of clothes off the shelves free of charge, and no one was the wiser.
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  46. I've had the opportunity to do this in the past, but never actually did. Back when I worked in a garden center there was a single staff toilet in the break room which had an old-fashioned door that could only be locked with a key. The key was always left in the lock on the inside of the door so obviously someone using the toilet would lock it to stop others walking in on them by mistake. Would have been easy to take the key, lock the door from the outside and put the key in my pocket, but I felt it was unfair to do this as that was the only staff toilet and someone could have a genuine accident. One of the supervisors actually locked this toilet all day because we had an issue with the water supply and she was worried that people would use the toilet out of desperation and wouldn't be able to flush. Instead we all had to walk about 10 minutes to the opposite side of the site, where we could use the toilets in a different building. I'll admit that once while attending a student business event at my university that was held in a very old, maze-like building, I took down a temporary paper sign that someone had stuck to the wall which pointed the way to the toilets. There actually weren't any toilets on the level we were on and the closest ones were down a long corridor, down two sets of stairs to the basement level, then down another long corridor but were very difficult to find. That one did actually lead to a few people wandering the corridors aimlessly before desperately asking the organisers where the toilets were, including a giggly group of female students who had been presenting at a stand all morning and were all quite vocal about how badly they needed a wee but couldn't find the loos! I didn't actually hide the sign but just put it face down on the floor so it looked like it had just fallen off the wall, by the afternoon somebody had stuck it back up so I didn't feel too guilty. Karma got me though as I ended up drinking too much orange juice, tea and coffee over lunch, didn't get chance to go to the toilet before the afternoon session so I ended up stuck presenting my final year project at my stand all afternoon to representatives from all these big tech companies while absolutely bursting for a piss!
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  48. I've only recently started not using the restroom at work. I work in a grocery store, and do to Covid-19 I really don't feel comfortable using a public bathroom. I get it's sanitized, but I'm avoiding it at all costs right now. I work eight hour shifts five days week. In the past I would probably pee about once on my lunch break, because I drink about two liters because I'm unloading trucks, and stocking shelves. I still drink two liters, but I skip my bathroom break. This means I pee at 11 am, and my next pee is a little after 8 pm. I'm lucky that I have a big bladder, so it doesn't bother me most of the day. The last hour to two hous at the worst. By time I get home my bladder is rock hard, my penis is throbbing, and my penis wants to explode and just let the ocean that I'm holding in side of me out.
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