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  1. Just wanted to share an amazing awesome experience from two days ago where my wife completely lost control and flooded everything while waiting for our bathroom to be free. We had some friends staying as overnight guests over for the past few days at our house, in which we only have one bathroom. Our single bathroom is right outside mine and my wife's bedroom, which is also my home office where I was doing some work. As one of our guests was taking a shower, I noticed casually my wife and one of our other friends both standing outside the door in the short hallway that the bathroom is on one side and our bedroom across from jt, both talking. I briefly heard her mention she needed to pee but didn't think of it and shut the door to avoid being distracted as my wife and our friend were talking while waiting to use the bathroom. About 5 minutes later, I knocking suddenly and fast at the bedroom door, as she thought I locked it for some reason. As I sit right next to the door, I simply reached for the knob and opened it as it was easy. My wife says "They aren't coming out of the bathroom, and I have to pee so bad and can't hold it anymore" as she slightly bent forward at the hips and slowly walked into the room as I backed up away from the door. Though, I knew just from the frantic look on her face she was about to completely piss herself all over the carpet, all I could think about feeling how close she was. As she was wearing some legging pants but no panties underneath, I told her to come into the bedroom all the way and closed the door. Once in the bedroom, I asked her how bad it was, though at the same time did a quick hand motion to feel upwards from the crotch, which felt damp but not completely wet. With being worried she would pee herself on our carpet, I quickly asked to feel inside her pants, and as I did my hand went straight to her pussy. As my hand cupped her pussy, I felt not only was that entire area was completely wet but I something slowly it trickling out into my hand, to which I gave her assurance that it was completely ok if she wouldn't able to hold it back and that I would grab something to put on the floor. Then, while keeping my hand under her pussy offering that in would help her hold it in as I quickly would get something to go onto the floor. Then... She bent forward in a certain direction as I was reaching to grab a worn sweatshirt and dirty laundry towel right from the floor nearby, my hand slipped off of cupping her, since she was bent forward, i accidentally and very slightly pressed on her bladder. Which, this was the end, as almost instantly, it all started coming out into the palm of my hand but then all over as she said she couldn't stop, to which I quickly put the sweatshirt and towel underneath as she pissed for about 20 seconds total, soaking everything, even a small patch on the carpet. Though she does indulge at times, it isn't her favorite, so any time she has a genuine accident like this and it is in an acceptable surrounding, she will start to orgasm almost immediately when I tell her " it's ok" if she can't hold it in anymore, due to the fact she really specifically likes the feeling of being reassured while doing something that is still a little embarrassment, though she It is almost impossible not to cum when you get this close of an experience, especially it being your own wife and being able to feel it coming out of her pussy the entire time. Afterwards she said she was waiting over 5 minutes but suddenly knew she couldn't hold it any longer, to where she didn't want to pee herself in front of our friends. I knew j
    10 points
  2. Here you go... Almost Made it - ThisVid.com.mp4
    10 points
  3. So I generally write stories with a lot of realism. Despite my best efforts, they almost inevitably end up involving lots of character growth and personal development. I also like to sprinkle in a few life lessons now and again, things I'd wish I'd known earlier in life. Y'know, as a public service. This story has none of those things. It also has fewer descriptions than usual: fill in your own preferred details. It still has a lot of desperation and sex. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------- Sonia woke up gradually, feeling the delightfully warm sun on her skin and the delightfully full pressure of her bladder. She sat up and stretched, feeling very much refreshed after her poolside. She’d risen late, breakfasted on a delicious smoothie, taken care of some chores, put up some posts on social media for her fans, worked out, taken a light lunch, and then enjoyed a swim in the pool—all without once peeing. And of course she hadn’t peed before bed last night, either. All of today’s pee, and quite a lot of yesterday’s, was clamoring for release. But she could hold it—until she had release of a different kind. She texted Alex. Hey lover. I *really* need to pee. But I want you first. Alex didn’t disappoint, quickly texting back: What are you wearing? Sonia posed herself in her bikini in the pool chair and snapped a picture: tiny bikini straining over perfect breasts and hips and ass and crossed legs, every curve of her body revealed. Including the one where her bladder was bulging. She sent the picture on its way. Perfect, keep that on, Alex texted back. Then, a minute later, several texts came in, one after another: 1) don’t pee until you cum 2) don’t cum until I make you cum 3) if you want me, come and catch me Sonia puzzled about that until she cocked her head at an unexpected noise: the garage opening. And then she heard the sports car’s engine revving. “Oh, shit!” she shouted, and ran for the door, barely remembering to take her phone. As Sonia flung herself through the empty mansion, she had to smile at her lover’s perversity. Sonia had deliberately cleared the house and the calendar for pee games this afternoon, sending the staff home early, and what did Alex do? Move the venue! As Sonia reached the garage, she was Alex flash her a cheerful smile—and then peel out down the driveway. Sonia stamped her foot with rage and desperation and delight all at once. Where was her lover going? And could she hold her pee until she caught up? Of course she could. She was, after all, extremely skilled at holding. It was sometimes an asset in her line of work; it was always an asset in bed, considering her own turn-ons and Alex’s remarkably complementary ones. Now, how to pursue? Neither SUV would never catch the sports car. But the motorcycle would. And Alex had even gotten her helmet out for her. More perversity. Sonia knew just how much pressure the throbbing engine of her bike would put on her bladder. And Alex knew it too, from a few delightful occasions. Sonia ran to the bike and started pulling on her riding clothes. She’d ridden the bike wearing a bikini a few times, but she wasn’t about to do that today—not when she needed to move quickly along major highways. Alex had left a note on Sonia’s riding jacket: Meet me at the marina. Sonia chuckled as she wriggled into her tight leather riding pants and zipped the jacket up over her bikini top. No need for the note; she’d figured that out from Alex telling her to leave the bikini on. She slipped her bare feet straight into the boots and swung her leg over the bike. Okay. The pants were tight and her legs were slightly spread. No help for holding her pee except grinding her crotch into the motorcycle’s saddle. Which of course was about to be humming like a vibrator. This was going to be a fun ride. She tore out of the garage and down the driveway, following the path her lover had taken a few moments before. At first she had to maneuver through traffic and couldn’t really go full speed. Then she hit the on-ramp and opened the throttle. There was traffic, of course, but Sonia was a skilled rider. Specifically a skilled rider who really, really needed to pee. She wove through traffic in a hurry, trying to ignore the thrumming of the bike between her legs, trying to ignore the screaming pressure of more than twenty-four hours of accumulated pee. She split lanes, passed right or left, and never went less than fifteen over the limit. If she got pulled over by a cop, a little grin and a little skin would take care of a possible ticket. Or maybe it wouldn’t, and the “speed demon” publicity would be good for her online image. Or no cop would catch her—could catch her—and she’d shave a few minutes off the trip to the marina. Win-win. Oh, but she had to GO! She had no choice: if she wanted to avoid peeing in her riding gear, she had to press her pee-hole right down into the saddle. Which she was almost doing already, since she was bent forward over the handlebars to increase her speed. But that meant that the vibrations were landing on her clit, too. She was getting wetter and wetter, she knew—but not a bit from piss. Every single bump in the concrete went straight to her bladder, however. It might not be long. But then the highway ended, dumping her onto the surface streets near the beaches and marinas. She had to slow down, which eased the vibrations and some of the bumping, even as it delayed her. But she was at least getting close. She parked the bike at the marina—and realized she didn’t have a key to the marina’s gate on her. In fact she didn’t even have her driver’s license! Okay, so a little grin and a little skin wouldn’t have gotten her out of a ticket after all… but maybe it could get her through the gate. She pulled off her helmet, letting her gorgeous hair fall loose, as she strode for the gate. (Of course she could text Alex. But that would be admitting defeat in the chase.) Sonia was in luck. She was instantly recognized by some of the marina regulars—and whether or not Sonia belonged on these particular docks, they weren’t about to leave her standing on the far side of the gate. A quick selfie with a star-struck fan—aiming the phone to avoid her crossed legs—and Sonia was in and on her way, blowing an apologetic kiss back over her shoulder. And then, for the second time today, she saw Alex heading off without her—this time in the speedboat. Honestly, she should have expected that… She ran to their slip. Why yes, Alex was still leaving breadcrumbs for her: one of the Jet-Skis was ready and waiting, key in the ignition, and another note: Follow the sun. But Sonia couldn’t pilot a Jet-Ski in her motorcycle pants. So: time to strip down. If those fans were still watching, they were about to get a huge treat. Boots off. Then the jacket—replacing it with the lifejacket. (Trying not to wriggle or squirm too much. She could bite her lip, though, or curse quietly.) Then she unzipped the leather pants and peeled them off. That was a relief of pressure on her bladder, but of course dropping pants was also an instinctual trigger. (More quiet cursing.) Still quite conscious of the possibility she was being fan-filmed, she ruthlessly suppressed the sudden urge to pee. (“Shit, I gotta go so bad.”) Then she swung her bare leg over the Jet-Ski— And just about flooded the saddle. Fans be damned, she had to grab herself. It was that or lose just about a day’s worth of pee right then and there—and all the sexual tension it was helping build up. One-handed, she fired up the Jet-Ski and coaxed it gently away from the dock. Taxiing through the marina at a safe pace was hard. Alex had had to do the same, though, so at least the lead wasn’t insurmountable. Then Sonia escaped from the piers and pilings, got her bearings, and tore off through the water, following the shimmering golden trail the sun was leaving for her on the water. And trying not to leave a shimmering golden trail of her own. It was the motorcycle all over again: the vibration, the impact. Except of course now she was surrounded by so much water. And the Jet-Ski was fountaining a plume of water out the back at all times. She was now cursing and gasping with the effort of holding. It wouldn’t be long before she’d be fountaining a plume of her own. And where was Alex? Sonia could see several boats out on the water on this lazy afternoon, but which was theirs? She really couldn’t hold it much longer; she was steering with one hand now, which wasn’t safe in the slightest, with the other hand clamped between her legs. She couldn’t resist fingering herself a little, which of course was even more distracting and even less safe. Her bikini bottom was definitely wet, and it probably wasn’t from the sea. It definitely wasn’t from the pee, or she wouldn’t be so incredibly bursting. Finally, in double desperation, she pulled her phone from the pocket of the lifejacket. She had to let go of her crotch to dial. “Where are you?” she yelled into the phone over the roar of the engine. “I can see you,” Alex replied calmly. “You’re heading in the right direction—but catch me if you can!” “Of course I can catch you, once I can see you!” “I’m waving to you. Yoo-hoo!” Sonia scanned the horizon. There! Silhouetted against the glare of the sun’s path. “Oh, fuck you. How’d you get so far out?” “Don’t waste time talking.” “You’re telling me not to waste time? I’m about to explode! I can’t even tell you how bad I have to go!” “Then you’d better hurry!” She hung up, pocketed the phone, and poured on every bit of speed she could. By the time she caught up, she was panting with the effort of holding, and moaning from her oncoming orgasm. The effort of holding off both, while straddling a Jet-Ski going full speed, was almost too much for her. She throttled back to match Alex’s speed, then screamed at her lover, “You better stop right now.” “Why?” “Because I’m about to fucking piss myself!” "Don’t do that! Not until we’ve fucked!” Alex called—and killed the boat’s engine. It took a moment for Sonia to kill her own momentum and swing back around. Alex threw her a line with a loop tied on the end, and Sonia tightened the loop around the Jet-Ski’s handlebars while Alex hauled the two watercraft closer together. Then, incredibly unsteady, incredibly horny and bursting all at once, she almost fell into the water. She fell into the boat instead—and into Alex’s arms. Sonia was quivering. “Lover,” she said, “please, I have to pee so incredibly badly. But I gotta– I-I’m bursting—I gotta cum first. And I can’t fit—oh my god—fit anything inside me bigger than your finger.” Alex kissed her. “You are so beautiful. And sexy. And amazing.” “Stop complimenting me and fuck me!” Alex bent her over the boat’s transom, fondling her ass and up her hips, then unzipped the lifejacket to get at her boobs. Sonia almost swore at her lover for wasting time, but then Alex undid her bikini top and found both nipples and waves of pleasure shot through her. But the real action was down below. Sonia was scissoring her legs, almost fast enough to burn. Squirming and bucking, trying to hold on a few moments more. There was no way Alex could get the bikini bottom off by pulling down (“Please hurrry, please, I gotta go so bad…”). Instead skillful fingers undid the knots on either side, and the tiny flap of fabric fell away from Sonia’s loins. (“Aw, fuck, yes!”) The bikini bottom was still suspended from her legs, squeezed so tight they were about to glue themselves together, but the way was open. (“Please, fuck me now, I'm bursting, it's so bad…”) Alex slid a finger into Sonia a moment later—gradually, carefully—while kissing Sonia’s hips and thighs and occasionally boobs. “Faster, faster!” Sonia cried out. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna burst! Oh, holy fuck, I can’t wait, go faster!” And of course Alex slowed down, crooking that all-important finger against Sonia’s clit from the inside… “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’M GONNA EXPLODEEE!!!” And she did. Every part of her was shaking and quaking with the twin pleasures of finger and pressure. Her legs jerked with her orgasm, no longer holding the flood back. Her pee pulsed in time with the waves of her climax, as the contractions pounded through her: squeezing—tightening, squeezing, tightening—and the blasts of piss went rocketing over the boat’s far side. Then, as all her muscles went slack in absolute bliss, a firehose stream went thundering out. With Sonia bent over, the firehose was aimed straight back, and also cleared the boat’s far side. Alex held out a hand to feel the pressure—and jerked it back with a gleeful laugh at the resulting huge splatter. “Fuck, fuck, that feels so good, oh Alex I’m in paradise, this is so amazing—fuck me, I still gotta go, but it feels so much better—” Finally Sonia’s stream began to subside—falling back into the boat. “Hey lover,” Alex whispered—one hand clearly busy generating another orgasm— “can you stop peeing for a second? Get your butt over the side?” “No fucking way,” Sonia gasped, bliss surging through her. “No fucking way.” Afterwards, Sonia was utterly exhausted and curled up next to Alex, naked except for the unzipped lifejacket letting her boobs hang out. But she already knew that after such a monumental hold she wouldn’t be able to hold it at all for a long while. She knew she’d be peeing over the boat’s side another few times, that golden afternoon… --------------------------------- I would like to acknowledge my debt to the porn fanfic story I once saw years ago entitled "Plot? What Plot?"
    8 points
  4. This is from earlier in the summer. I was out running errands and knew I'd want to stop at a 7-11 somewhere at some point for a pick me up. I love their drip coffee AND Poland Spring water, (2) 1L for $2.22 is my jam!😄So I went about my day: errands and shopping, a brunch date, singing along to my favourite playlist, roof open, just really having a sunny day. Coffee and water and a few pees at home. Coffee and water and Bellini at brunch. More water in the car. I didn't pee at brunch a couple hours before this even though I could feel a twinge of an urge. Nothing I knew I couldn't handle. At each store I debated having to pee and decided I could punt on it til the next stop and so on and so on. I had 2 stops left when I decided it was time to go pee and get a final baby coffee. I knew of a 7-11 not far from my next stop, about a 20 minute drive. This next stop, this is where it started getting bad. I was returning a bunch of ill fitting bras and there was only one gal on the register with a LINE. I have NO patience in life ( I'm working on this) and I really had to go. I was looking around for a customer bathroom but saw none. And the only person I could see to ask was that one frantic employee waiting on all of us. I reminded myself that I have a bladder like a steel trap and that I could always just go at the 7-11, next. So I stood there, foot tapping, sighing and cranky about the wait, using that to hide all my actions that indicated I had to go. Bad. I was clenched in my jeans and my jaw lol. I finished my return, doubled over at the counter. Im obviously NOT into shopping at this point and yet she pushes that days sales on me as Im already demurring and backing out of the store. I beelined out the door to my car. By this point I was talking to myself, naturally 😂, and cursing the traffic at this massive five point intersection. They were all that stood between me and sweet relief! SO. Over the highways and through the yellow lights to grandmother's house, I go...wait. That's not right. To the 7-11 I went! **And, Dear Reader, I broke the #1 rule of convenience store shopping!** I bought my coffee and gum BEFORE I asked for the bathroom! So when I asked ,of course they told me no. My mom taught me at a young age that you don't buy anything until AFTER you use the bathroom. Because if they're going to tell you no and you just bought the thing that you need, now you have to go to the next store down the road and ask to use their bathroom without buying anything. OR buy another item which you don't need. Always get access to the bathroom first! Anyhoo. We know how this ends. I was denied. I came running back to my car and was trying to wait to back into traffic when I knew I needed OUT of the car. NOW. Let me set the scene: busy 5 point intersection with tons of traffic and people captive in their cars, sitting right there, waiting. There's an exit to a major toll road, some massive corporate towers and a few mom and pop strip malls. All of the parking spots at this 7-11 are nose in, room for 8 cars to park in front. I was at the open end where people pull in. So they all had to pass me to park their cars. I'm wearing jeans, a rarity. I look like I'm wearing a diaper which I'm not because I'm not into that. Shit, I don't think I was wearing knickers at all. InShot_20211102_213008392.mp4
    4 points
  5. Chapter 65: Megan Sex with Liam leaves me feeling special and sexy but suddenly so utterly desperate to pee that I am convinced I will wee all over the arm chair in my own living room! It’s almost as if having Liam’s penis inside me pulled the seal away from the end of my exhausted urethra or having his cum in my vagina inexplicably added to the already full load in my bladder causing it to overflow. I know biologically neither is possible but as I squirm naked trying valiantly to hold back my thought are so clouded by my overcoming need to urinate that nothing makes sense. I can’t possibly risk running upstairs naked and mam seeing me, and to be truthful I know I wouldn’t make it on time anyway. I’m forced to ask, beg even, Liam to help me. I watch as he scans the room quickly before heading into the kitchen next door. Biting my lip and holding myself I squirm behind him thinking that if I burst all over the floor then cleaning up the kitchen linoleum will be so much easier than the living room carpet. As Liam flusters around looking I dance around naked telling him I am about to pee everywhere and begging him to hurry whilst purposely keeping my voice low so as not to wake either Yasmin or mam. “Do you want a bottle Megan? Or a pot? Or a jug? What am I looking for?” “Anything! Liam just hand me that saucepan from the sink…quick!” He reaches over and I watch in slow motion as he carefully lifts the pan as quietly as possible out of the sink where I left it after using it to make scrambled egg earlier. While I know it’s only a few seconds the time it seems to take him to take a few steps towards me and turn the saucepan around so that I can grab the handle seem to last hours and are agony as I twist and contort my body in a effort to keep hanging on. I was raised with manners but I don’t even have time to say thank you as I grab it unceremoniously out his hand, hold it between my legs and bend my knees just in time as a fountain pours out from between my legs filling and foaming in the metal saucepan causing little pieces of left over scrambled egg to float in clumps on top. After around 30 seconds of intense peeing I look up at Liam who is staring at me intently. I wink and smile, and looking right into his eyes I can finally mouth ‘thank you!’. The constant trickle of pee feels everlasting as I feel like the weight of the world has just been lifted off my shoulders. Still crouched down and letting the last of my bladder empty I look up at Liam standing awkwardly watching me. There’s so much unspoken between us, so much connection, so many emotions rushing through my mind, but right this second one thing just needs to be said, “Liam…you’ve missed a button on your shift, one side is longer than the other and you look like a little orphan without a mammy.” I pull the pan from between my legs, walk past Liam and pour the contents down the sink before rinsing the pan and leaving it back in the sink with the other lunch dishes. I can hear Liam quietly unbuttoning and refastening his shirt behind me as I open the tumble dryer and rummage for any clean clothes of mine to put on quickly in case anyone comes home or mam comes downstairs. I can’t find any pants or even a bra but I slip into one of my unironed skirts and a t-shirt before going back into the living room to check on Yasmin. Liam follows, his shirt now buttoned correctly as he pulls his socks and trainers on silently. I can’t help watching him thinking how much I really really like him when I hear the front gate open. Panicking Liam hobbles into the kitchen urgently, still with one lace untied, as I rush behind him into the kitchen to wash the dishes like nothing has been going on. I open the back door and shoo Liam out quickly as he winks at me and blows me a kiss before disappearing around the back of the house against the wall waiting until the coast is clear to leave. I close the back door just as Theresa walks through the living room and right into the kitchen as I turn the hot tap on to start washing dishes. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my mind racing so much that even though I know Theresa is there I still jump when she speaks to me. “Fancy a coffee Meg?” I turn around feeling adrenaline soaring through every fibre of my being. Seeing her standing there in her grey uniform, her hair tied sensibly back in a pony tail like mine and her innocent smile I can hardly reply let alone look her in the eye. “You’ve got your top on inside out Meg. Don’t tell me you’ve been wearing it like that all day?” Suddenly I remember my bra and knickers lying on the living room floor next door and my urine soaked clothes in the washing machine. Father Reilly would be so ashamed of me but I just add to the intense guilt I already feel by inventing an impulsive lie. “Yasmin had a bit of an accident. Not her fault but just bad timing when I was changing her nappy. Peed all over me so I just had to grab something out the dryer quickly.” I need to get next door and hide my underwear before Theresa, or anyone else, sees it. I’m not even sure I can think up an adequate lie to explain those. Leaving the dishes half done I rush to dry my hands on the tea towel by the door then almost run into the living room. “Just checking on Yasmin. Coffee would be lovely please!”
    4 points
  6. Chapter 64: Liam I’m mesmerised and hypnotised by every last centimetre of Megan’s naked body. I frantically want to make love to her but yet I never want this moment of edging, this cliff top experience, this soar of sexual energy to subside. I want to stay this hard, have Megan this needy and eager, having us both so utterly ravenous for each other, last forever. I know we don’t have forever but I don’t want to rush anything either. That all changes very suddenly though as my hand feels Megan’s genitalia inside her panties for the first time and she send sparks shooting inside my body when she casually and innocently says to be careful as she’s bursting for the loo. Oh. My. God. I think I’m about to explode then and there! I check she’s ok to proceed, even though my body is yelling at me to do so regardless, and the second she agrees I get her into position. I’m sure, like me, her body is more than ready for this but just to make sure, and because I have longed to do it ever since that day I saw her in the launderette, I get down on her and explore every part of her incredible vagina with my tongue. Watching her shake, hearing her moan, and feeling her body pulsating with my tongue is the most heavenly, sensual, and intimate experience ever. My penis is aching to take her, to go inside her, to love on her, and I stand up and step between her legs running my hands up her sides and cupping her beautiful curvaceous breasts as I lean forwards allowing my body to go exactly where it longs to be. She swallows me and encompasses me like our bodies are united as one as I feel her vibrate as my penis slides back and forth easily even as I feel her membrane break for the first time. Suddenly realising the enormity that this must be her first time I stroke her face gently and find myself thanking her quietly because I am suddenly emotional and full of feelings for Megan that I have never experienced before in my 31 years on earth. This is nothing like the lustful quick sex I had with Lauren back in England. This is special, beautiful and wonderful. As Megan’s body pulls and pushes I follow her lead and allow her to control the pace, gazing at her nakedness in absolute awe. She’s hasn’t spoken since I sat her on the seat and I can’t help wondering what she’s thinking when she pants out almost crying… “I want you so much Liam Jude even though I feel like I might pee any second. But don’t stop honey. Please don’t stop!” I move one of my hands from her breast and nipple and gently feel her lower stomach, her rock hard bladder driving me wild with passion. I can’t stop as I slide in and out faster than I was doing previously, more rigorously, more frantically until I can feel that all too familiar surge that rises right from my testicles and races down my long, hard, pulsating penis and surges out quickly and uncontrollably, for once inside a girl that I adore with all I have. Seconds later Megan shakes and surges as she moans quietly and grips the sides of the seat to steady herself. Then she sighs contentedly, her eyes closed over, her smile enormous and a tear running down her cheek. I gently run my thumb over the tear to mop it up as I lean forward and kiss her lips sweetly and ever so gently. I then kiss her forehead and whisper to my sweetheart, my princess, “Thank you! You are so perfect. So beautiful and perfect. My darling Megan.” My penis slips out naturally and I turn to find my boxers, step back in them and pull them up. Seeing the little one asleep on the couch it suddenly occurs to me how easily we could be caught as I panic about what Megan will be able to do for clothes without risking disturbing her sick mum upstairs. I pull my jeans up and fasten them and I am just buttoning my shirt up, aware that Megan hasn’t got up yet, when I hear her voice suddenly. I turn to see her sitting upright in the arm chair a hand wedged under her as she sits on the chair squirming and fidgeting naked. “Help me! Please! I’m about to pee all over this chair because I just can’t hold it anymore!”
    4 points
  7. You can’t prove I had an accident in my training pants! 🤪 7DC95B32-6A05-4AAF-88A4-2E1EC962E23B.MOV
    3 points
  8. Watch Alisha masturbate and pee in her cute, tiny, panties while watching herself in the mirror. In this sexy and intimate scene, we get to enjoy peeking in at Alisha as she enjoys some very special private time. After checking herself out in the mirror, she takes off her denim shorts and starts to rub herself in her panties. While masturbating she pees in her underwear, but this only seems to heighten her arousal. After climaxing she inspects her wet underwear.
    3 points
  9. Ok so coming to think about it there have been plenty of times when I woke up for sleeping or taking a small nap really desperate to pee so I jus thought I would share a few. The first one i could remember literally happen about 2 days ago. I came home from work smoked a joint and fell asleep chilling on my bed. When I woke up it was dark outside and my bladder was swollen I had to go now so I jumped out of bed and went straight for the toilet only to find the door locked apparently my sister was in there. I instantly leaked and tried to go back to my room now im holding for dear life and the leaks are coming fast leaving a small wet stop on the joggers I fell asleep in. I realize that I couldn't wait and was about to pee myself so I ran outside through the back door and as soon ans I was outside I went toward the wall wipe it out and let out all my pee. The second time I could think of was last year during the lockdown period. I was woken up by my bladder i think I did a hold the night before so my bladder was weak anyway I woke up and leaked checked under my sheets to analyze the damage not to bad so I get up and go to the toilet when I open the door I saw my grandmother sitting on the toilet I guess she didn't lock the door and I was to desperate for knocking. Seeing her on the toilet made my heart race cuz I had started leaked and I couldn't stop so I close the bathroom door and ran out and peed in my front yard. This the third and final one I could think of right now. So this time I kinda put myself in the situation but I woke up and looked at my phone while using it I felt a urge to pee but I engorged it I stay in bed for about a hour and a half then my bladder started acted up so I decided to go pee on my way to the bathroom i noticed my grandmother walking behind me she then ask if I was going to the bathroom I said yes. She ask if she could go first and I said yes cuz she'd most likely pee herself if she waited. So she went in that when I noticed how bad I really had to go. I've never been the kinda of person to wait outside the bathroom for someone to come out so I went back to my room. When my grandmother finished she came in the room and told me so now im heading to the bathroom only to see my stepmom go to take a shower now I'm starting to panic. Then she calls me apparently there was no soap in the bathroom and she wanted to get ond from where we kept it so I got the soap. When I walked into the bathroom I leaked and the water sounds for the shower made everything worst. I gave her the soap and left tge bathroom still as desperate as every. Normal she doesn't take long shower but that day was different I guess cuz she spent 30min in there. Well at this point I'm frantic for the bathroom and was considering the back yard method. Finally she came out and I rushed in leaking all the way to the toilet I made in tho but not without a huge wet spot on my boxer
    3 points
  10. I used to think the reason why girls had to sit on the toilet was because that we peed out our butts. I guess I didn't realize that that other hole that I peed out of wasn't part of my butt! But I remember that there was this one kid that I knew when younger who was sort of a religious fundamentalist who said that women were punished by having to sit down to pee and deal with lines and everything, and looking back I can't help but think that he was probably one of us. But as a child I always wondered why boys were able to pee so easily like that where as we had to go through our butts! Incidentally I also thought as far as the birds and bees went for a long time I thought that a woman got pregnant by having a guy having sex with her in the butt and then she would poop out the baby! Maybe this is why I'm a lesbian... So I definitely had some weird notions about human reproduction and everything with the pee pipes.
    3 points
  11. September 11th, 2021 9:00am: emptied bladder 9:05am: 300mL water 9:40am: 400mL tea 10:00am: 300mL water 11:00am: 300mL water 11:50am: 300mL water 12:25pm: 300mL water 12:50pm: ended hold Hold duration: 3 hours, 50 minutes Liquid consumed: 1.9L Final bladder volume: 1.3L Same capacity as yesterday! Not quite a record but I'm happy with it. I considered filming letting it out in the bath but I couldn't figure out how to get my camera in the right position (without capturing my face) and was getting worried I'd lose it without getting a chance to film OR measure it. Lesson learned, I'll sort that out in advance next time
    3 points
  12. Is it possible to wet the bed and still be a big girl? Asking for a friend.
    3 points
  13. Chapter 37 After the cleanup, I smoked an illicit cigarette inside the van, sitting at the table with the window open. I smoked with my left hand, while my right hand did some serious exploring. The inside of my pull up was damp, but not wet, and it had made a damp spot on my dino panties, but one that was only noticeable from the outside. The quilted inner lining felt warm and dry against my still sensitive sex. The tops of my socks were quite wet on my upper inner thighs, and my feet were a bit damp, but overall they weren’t too bad, so I left them on, although the soles were getting dirty. I’d made myself a cup of coffee, which I enjoyed slowly, just like my cigarette, and a personal inspection of my bladder told me that I was still holding at least a bit of fluid inside me, although not enough to trigger another accident yet, but I knew that it wouldn’t take too long to make one happen, especially after torturing my bladder, allowing myself to free pee, and drinking like I had been doing. Shit. I was probably already well on the way to giving myself an OAB attack at some point later. But my orgasm had calmed me down again, and I wasn’t feeling fidgety anymore, but was still curious and excited. Now I’d peed myself twice in my new panties the initial excitement of doing something completely new had subsided, and my clinical thought process was kicking in again, wanting to continue playing but with more of an analytical approach to it. I sat down on the towel and began typing, after all, I may as well be productive while I waited. Once again I was amazed at how much more productive I was whilst wearing my padding. I would’ve probably expected the opposite to be honest, thinking that the diapers or trainers would’ve been more of a distraction than anything else. But somehow the opposite was true. Don’t get me wrong. I was super aware of my protection and was subconsciously touching or squeezing it almost constantly, but I was able to compartmentalise it very effectively. Yes, I was completely aware of what I was wearing and what I’d end up doing in it, but at the same time I could forget all about having potty breaks or needing to go. I could happily concentrate on my novel, while being acutely aware that I was definitely going to wet my pants at some point, but with no consequences. It was intoxicating. My next accident didn’t happen for nearly two hours. In that time I’d finished my coffee, another soda, and was on my third bottle of water. I was drinking excessive amounts of fluids again, and was expecting an OAB attack to hit me at some point. I was kinda hoping it wouldn’t happen until later, when I’d be safely wrapped up in a big grownup diaper again, but to be honest I didn’t really care that much either way. So there I was, busily typing away, now well into the final chapters of my epic future bestseller, (🙄) and I could feel my need to pee really starting to ramp up again. I needed another cigarette, so I’d decided to take a short break, go outside and have a smoke, and do some stretches at the same time. I backed up my work, stretched my back, then stood up, and wet myself as I did so. I froze on the spot, leaning forward and grabbing the table as I suddenly lost control of my bladder before I ever realised that it was happening. I fought back the instinct to cross my legs or grab myself, knowing that by doing so would cause a leak, forcing myself to open my legs slightly as my dino panties got soaked, followed immediately by my little pull up. I clenched down hard on my holding muscles, which were already very tired and weakened, and after five or six seconds of full stream peeing, I was able to regain my control and stem the flow. I stayed in my standing/open legged stance for a few more seconds, watching my crotch for any signs of leakage, but none occurred. It was something that I found both exciting and encouraging really. I’d had enough experience with the Goodnites now to know what would cause a leak or not, and I knew that I’d just peed hard enough and long enough that the little nappy would’ve been completely overwhelmed by what had happened, if I didn’t have my training pants on underneath it. I’ll admit, that this particular information probably wasn’t worth anything, but it was still good to know. I mean that if I ever did choose to wear in public as an active precaution, where I had to completely rely on my protection, I’d no doubt choose the safety and security of the bigger diapers, but at least I knew that combining the trainers with the kids pull ups would provide me with a cheaper alternative for my own special playtime at least. I slipped my skirt and a hoodie on, (feeling a bit silly about my long rainbow socks, 🤣) then went outside for a smoke, enjoying how wet and heavy I felt between the legs, and also enjoying the feeling of being little because of how I was dressed, although I really didn’t want anyone else to see me. I guess the wet panties and long socks were making me feel like a naughty little girl, and I liked that. My biggest fear was running into Elsie or Ti, but a quick look up the road showed me that her car wasn’t there, so that put my mind at ease a bit more. I stood behind my parked car, so anyone going past wouldn’t notice my strange attire, and kept squeezing my legs together, enjoying how my padding squished between my legs, and suddenly decided that I was going to finish emptying my bladder completely. To be honest I didn’t need to go badly anymore, in fact I wasn’t even slightly uncomfortable, but it was as if my panties and pull up were screaming at me to be fully used. I waited until my cigarette was almost finished, and started building up a mental fantasy in my head. I could picture myself as a young child, one who had already had an accident in her training panties, but still needed to go some more. She knew that she really should be a big girl, and find an appropriate grown up to tell about her accident and say that she still needed to go, but also realised that it was already too late, and she wouldn’t be getting into trouble anyway, so she might as well just finish off what she’d started. My brightly striped and dirty feet started drawing designs in the dirt, occasionally crossing over each other, while my left hand snuck up and under my skirt to press and squeeze at my pull up, while my right hand tugged nervously at the hem of my hoodie, and I glanced around nervously, acting undecided about what I should do. My mental play acting must’ve had an effect on my bladder I guess, because I didn’t even get the chance to relax my holding muscles, which weren’t really holding back much at all. I’d expected that I’d probably have to fully relax myself, perhaps even push a bit to get started, but before I’d even had an opportunity to prepare myself, I felt a sudden rush of warmth inside my pants, followed by the exhilarating feeling of pee running down both of my legs. I gasped with genuine surprise. Yes, I’d fully planned on wetting myself, but again my body had betrayed me before I had made even the slightest effort to do so, and it really was a bit of a shock. I instantly felt incredibly little, and looked down with a feeling of innocent amazement as the torrents of pee fell from beneath my skirt, soaking the tops of my socks, and falling down to coat my feet and splatter noisily to the ground to make a muddy puddle between them. My white skirt suddenly developed a wet stripe from my crotch, and I watched with awe as it got wider and longer before creating yet another mini waterfall underneath me. The bit that surprised me the most, was how I hardly felt anything at all happening physically. I could feel my bladder emptying, but without any control whatsoever at all on my part. I’m happy to admit that I didn’t even attempt to stop it from happening, but I honestly believe that I would’ve been completely powerless to prevent it even if I had. It was as if my bladder had developed a mind of its own, completely free of any interference from me, and I was simply a passenger along for the ride. Now I don’t want to keep stressing the same point, but I need you try and understand just how weird this all was. Having an OAB or stress IC is one thing. Accidents happen. I know that. The same as choosing to deliberately wet myself. It’s a choice, and I get that. But these real losses of control were something else altogether, even with acknowledging how I’d been deliberately over hydrating to cause an accident. To suddenly lose complete control without any warning or conscious choice was something else altogether. Genuine Incontinence. It wasn’t the first time that that thought had crossed my mind, and I was starting to see it as a distinct possibility. It was a sobering thought. But, there really wasn’t anything that I could do about it just then anyway. After my heightened fluid intake, it would continue happening for the rest of the day. Perhaps I really did need to stop forcing the issue as much, and then if it kept happening, actually go to the doctors for a check up. Meh. Today was today. It was already too late to worry about it just then. I leaned against the back of my car and peeled my soggy socks off, then scurried back inside before anybody saw my wet skirt……
    3 points
  14. I have cut the scene. Could someone translate to English, please? Aşk Yeniden 29.Bölüm_edit.mp4
    3 points
  15. Found this video today while browsing the internet. I have no idea who the creator of this video is, but I really enjoyed it. Does anyone here recognize her? (I hope it doesn’t belong in the "do not post list" and if it does, I'm sorry.) pink pants.m4v
    2 points
  16. Animated from “chain and lock belt” in omorashi general, I’ll write a little story. A girl has a new boyfriend. She is some years younger than he, but she is very maturely and open minded despite her age. He is surprised as she asked him already after a few weeks dating if he has special sex habits and if there is something what would be especially arousing for him. He was surprised but he told her spontaneous that it is like a arousal turbo for him if a girl holds her pee, or has to hold her pee until she gets really desperate. Also spontaneous the girl asked “should i hold it for you? I am good in peeholding and my bladder is pretty strong. In school i did not go all day, i always did hold it until i was at home.” Again surprised asked the boy “would you really do that for me?” The girl wanted to impress her new friend and told him that she would like hold it for him and that would not go to the loo all day long. She told him that he should make a schedule and that he should tell her how he would like it. He said that he has a particular imagination and told her that he would like to make a day trip, a car ride with her, from morning to evening and she should not go to the toilet during the trip. He said that he would like to make a kind of guarantee that she don’t go from leaving home until arriving home and he wants to assure himself that he does not get weak and let her wee if she would needing it very bad and that he has a special idea. She should wear a short and tight jeans short , he would put a thin rope in the loop around her waist and then he would put a padlock on so that she can get her short down to take a wee. The girl agreed and told him that she would do that for him and that it would not be a problem for her, don’t go all day long. On the special day they did get up at 7.30. The girl did take her last pee and did put her little short on. He fixed the rope around her waist and closed the padlock. Then he said that he would leave the key at home, for guarantee and insurance that she can’t get her panties down how bad it ever would get and that she could not ask him for the key, because that would be at home. The girl said that would not be a problem for her, her bladder can endure a lot and it can get really big if she get forced to. The young man loved to hear that, he was totally excited and aroused from this situation. To see his young, pretty girlfriend with her extra small and denim shorts with her sexy, nude legs and to know that she would hold her wee all day long inside her slim body. To know that she would absolutely have no chance to wee, that there would be only two opportunities, either to hold it back how bad it ever will get, or to wet her panties. She can’t get her shorts down over her thighs, not even to squat anywhere when she think that she can’t stand it anymore. She simply has to stand it and to endure it, there would be no other way for her. This little bit of fabric between her thighs, above her girl slit could easily get to a painful torture for her bladder, she had to keep this fabric dry and her bladder had to stretch, if necessary to the size of a melon. He was so turned on that he could not hide the bulge in his shorts. ”I see you really like that!” the girl said, smiled and looked between his thighs. “Oh yes, i love it and i am sure that we will have a great day together.” he answered. The boy did not know much about the holding performance from his new girlfriend, he did not know how long she really could endure not to wee and so he did take a “safety key “ in his pocket, but he did not tell it to the girl. They had some destinations before noon and went for a lunch at about 1 pm. They did not talk about peeing and holding until that time, but before they did leave the restaurant, the girl lifted her shirt and showed the boy her nude abdomen. She did massage her belly and said “my bladder is already pretty full.” The boy could see the little padlock and he could see that her belly was not as flat as usual. “Do you need to wee?”he asked libidinous. ”Yes, i would, but don’t worry, i don’t go.” said the girl. ”I don’t worry, because you can’t. Have you forgotten that you are trapped in your little shorts.” answered the young man and pointed to the padlock. Then he asked her if it would be urgently. The girl told him that it is like it always was after after lunch in the school, she was needing to go but could wait hours until she was at home. “Do you want to drink some more?” he asked for a special reason. The girl did know the reason too and said “ i see you want to test my ability to hold it and my bladder control. You would like to see me really desperate!?It will be a long time until i can go, that can get critical for me, but i drink for you and I’ll hold it for you, but that can get dangerous, what are we doing if i can’t hold it any longer? If i piss my pants, that would be a shame for both of us?” “Oh no, you won’t do that, you are a strong girl and you told me that you are good in pee holding. Show me how good you are.” replied the young man. ”One more question.” said the girl.” We did not talk about how long do i have to hold it. When do you bring me home. When do i get the key that i can pull my shorts down to finally pee? I must adapt myself how long i have to violate and to rape my poor bladder the girl asked. “Oh that sounds so good if you talk like that about your bladder. I would love to stay out all night. but in reality i did not think about that when we are going back home, but in sufficient time before you piss yourself.“ answered the boy, with a big smile. The girl was needing to wee and did not know how much longer she had to hold it back. He absolutely loved this situation, would she be able to endure it until home, what else should she do, there will be no other way for her, than to hold it. That all thought the boy for himself. He is not really a sadist, he really like his new girlfriend, but he had to use this situation to make her wait and desperate, because he like that so much and it is turning him on so much. Some hours later they stopped at a coffee shop, for coffee and cake. The girl pressed her naked thighs together and smiled. ”Is it already so bad?” he wanted to know. “Oh yes, it is.My bladder is big as a soccer ball by now.” she said and lifted again her shirt to show him her swollen abdomen. It was clearly more swollen than at lunch and the contours of her bladder were visible. The boy was getting hard just from the view and the imagination how much urine she is holding inside. She asked how long it would take to get home from here and the boy told her that it would last about two hours. It would be time to go because two hours are really long time for a girl who needs to pee like she does, she told him and he agreed to go. He did not really wanted to bring her home, he did not really wanted to let her wee so soon. He always did like to prolong the holding time for a girl and make her wait longer. A girl could never wait and hold it long enough for him and the girls could never need to wee strong and bad enough for him. His girlfriend should think that she can finally pee in a little bit more than two hours, but he did not wanted to let her. He did not drive straight home, he went to an old castle for visiting. ”That is not fair.” said the girl “you know that i am needing to wee so bad and then you bring me hither.” ”That’s the reason why we are her, to make you hold longer.You told me that you did hold it all day at school.”said the man. ”Yes, from morning until late afternoon, until i was at home, but never until evening.” answered the girl. After one hour visiting, they were back in the car. The girl was needing to wee really bad by now and asked how long it would last until they would be at home. A little bit longer than one hour, said the boy, he did not tell her that he would not go home straight away. Again the girl thought she had to endure it only one more hour and then she could take a much needed pee, but the young man prolonged her holding time again. He stopped at a restaurant for a dinner. The girl was desperate about that, her bladder was full to burst, her urge was already painful and he stopped for something to eat. “She did not pee since nearly 13 hours, she never before did hold it for so long and never before she was needing to pee so bad, he should bring her home.” she begged. The boy did not even to think about that, he never before had the chance to go with a girl who is bursting to pee in a restaurant and she would not go to the toilet. Sometimes before, when other girls were needing to wee on the way home, he did not stop anywhere to prevent that the girl could wee. If he wanted to make them wait, he could not stop, but now it was different. They stopped and the girl went past the toilet and could not use it, because she could not get her shorts down. “ Would you need to go inside?“ teased her the boy. They had to eat and he made her to drink although her bladder was near to explode. Then they went again past the toilet to the car. Over one hour she had her sexy naked legs tight crossed and one hour she told him how bad and painful she would need to wee. On the way to the house she could not even walk upright, she was bending over with one hand between her thighs. He went to the kitchen for a measuring cup, then he tuck the key from his pocket, she saw it and said “you are cruel, you always had the key in your pocket and you did let me suffer so bad.” He opened the padlock and meanwhile he did it, he pressed hard on her swollen bladder. Actually he wanted to talk her to his sleeping room, he wanted to fuck her on her bursting full bladder, but she was no more able to uncross her legs without to piss at the moment. He pulled down her shorts and could see how swollen her belly was and how much her bladder was bulging out. She pissed with high pressure and was groaning all the time she peed. There was exactly 1.200ml hot wee in the cup. ”Are you satisfied, have i the test passed?” she wanted to know. ”You was absolutely great and fantastic, i really, really loved it!” said the boy and kissed her. “It was a great challenge for me, my bladder was on the limit and i was at the limit of my endurance, but we can do it again.“ said the young girl.
    2 points
  17. I´d like to share another public adventure I had this summer with my partner S. This will also be one of those threads circulating around the steps I´m taking to understand more about my fetish and how to practice it, so be prepared for that kind of philosophical rant too if you keep reading. We had planned a scenario /staged accident, like a role play but not far away from our own characters. We´ve played accident scenarios before that have been very intense. This time I would wet myself somewhere outside, and then I would have to go into a shopping mall to buy new pants to change into, while my partner would join me in my embarrassment, and constantly remind me of how much it showed. The plan was to wear pants that in fact didn´t show much wetness, but I had this idea that with some little help from my partner I could trick myself into believing everybody knew, and experience some of that public humiliation that I found so hot to imagine… Could that work? Well, let´s find out. I was wearing my black jeans that I had only worn and wet once before – that time they were amazingly discreet. I had completely emptied a full bladder, filled my shoes and left a puddle in the woods, but still the only remaining evidence on the pants was an invisible dampness in the gusset. The pantlegs didn´t soak anything of it – they were left dry as the pee rushed by. Probably because the jeans were brand new and somewhat water resistant I thought, so what my wetting would look like this time I couldn´t be sure of, and it added to my excitement. We pretended to be on a day-trip to the city, having some time to kill before a big dinner hosted by some friends/relatives of my partner, people I had never met before, so I was a little nervous about it all. And (surprise) I needed to pee. We walked into a park where we wanted to hang out for a while, and I saw the WC-sign. “I´ll go check out the public restrooms” I said, and moved along, with the plan of making up some story about why I couldn´t use it, but a true omo cliché made things easier for me – the bathroom was only open until 4 pm, so it had closed just 20 minutes ago. Too bad! “Ok, I´ll just hold it a little longer”, I said, as my partner wanted to go look at some monuments. I wanted my accident to seem realistic, but since I didn´t need to pee that bad yet I didn´t think I could just press a button and do it. I was afraid I would go “Oh shit, I´m wetting myself” and then just stand there unable to let anything out. That would ruin it. So, as we walked around in the park I tried to leak a little bit into my underwear just to see if I could, while still acting like I was ok. There were dark clouds in the sky, and we started talking about where to find shelter if the rain showers would come over us. “But I really need to pee too…” I said, while my partner stopped to look at another statue. There were no other people nearby, and once again I relaxed just to see if I could wet myself a bit. I could. The warmth filled my underwear and overflowed down my thighs. It felt nice and I allowed it to keep happening. I could feel the pee running down both legs now, reaching my socks, until the long spurt slowed down, and then, BAM, – back to, ehm, unreality. Distress. Emergency. Embarrassment. It struck me hard for real. “We need to find a bathroom now!” I nervously said. My pants were wet, my heart pounding and my cheeks blushing. My partner caught up on the intensity of my emotions. “Come on, let´s go ”. He took my hand and we started speed walking towards the exit of the park. “Will you make it? Are you ok?” “I don´t know…” I lied. I knew very well it was too late. I stopped again, bent over with my knees tight together, while my partner stared at me. “Is it happening now… what I think is happening?” I didn´t reply. Just started walking again. My tongue didn´t work, but I tried to blurt out something like “Things have gone pretty bad for me”. Whatever I said, he understood. “Yeah I can see that. Damn” He had a closer look. “You really peed your pants did you. Are you… ehm… done?” he said. “I think so”, I mumbled. “At least I think I can hold the rest”. In that moment the rain started falling, and people were approaching us, so we changed directions and rushed towards a closed building with a roof reaching out on the sides. We took cover there for a while. I was swearing and apologizing, trying awkwardly to explain that it came so fast, I really thought I had more time, and then I went back to swearing again. My boyfriend was more into talking solutions. Going to the party like this was not an option, but we still had time to go somewhere and buy me new pants. Maybe the shopping mall just outside the city with less risk of bumping into any of his friends. S was checking my jeans once more from behind, and suddenly stepped out of the game. “Ok, pause! You know that bdsm-language, the red-green-yellow thing, right? This is actually kind of yellow. It shows pretty much! I don´t know if we should do this…What do you think?” I was wondering if he was just trying to fool me with this talk. If he did, it was good shit. But even if he didn´t… To cancel was not an option for me. Visible wet patch or not, I wanted to go through with this. “It can´t be that bad? It will soak in. Let´s do it” I said, and we returned to the scenario. When the rain held up we walked to the bus stop nearby. Nothing showed at the front of my pants so I was reminded to try as much as possible not to flash my wet butt to people, to always have my back facing a wall or something. We had to wait for a while and then got on the bus. S walked behind to cover me. There were only about ten people on the bus, so there really was no reason not to take a seat. Unless you had peed in your jeans of course. When we were standing there in the middle of the bus waiting for it to leave, S made sure I had my back facing the textile coated wall but not so close that I´d leave a wet mark on it. I talked about how clumsy I was to sit down in that puddle of water, just in case anyone had heard or seen something. The ride was 12 minutes long. I was cool with it. We reached the shopping mall bus stop, and got off. The mall was full of people as we walked in. My jeans still felt very wet and cold against my skin, not for a second could it be ignored, but S kept reminding me of it anyway. I automatically started to turn the back against walls as soon as someone was nearby, but it wasn´t always possible of course. I was still cool with it. We walked into the first clothing store, but I didn´t find anything. Since I needed to buy the jeans without trying them on I didn´t want to buy anything too expensive, but it still had to be something that seemed ok to wear so I wouldn´t totally waste the money. Here I was in pissed jeans in a store, among lots of people, needing to buy something dry to wear after my accident. Maximum public humiliation. And I was cool with it. We passed by the bathrooms and both needed to go. My bladder was still half full, but before I pulled my pants down to pee, I looked at myself in the mirror, and snapped a few photos of my ass. It was a little rush. The bathroom lighting may have been bright and unforgiving, but the wetting actually did show more than I thought it did. There was a darker patch in my crotch area and a little bit down the inside of my thighs, not obvious, but visible if you looked for it. It looked just like having been on a bicycle ride on a very wet saddle. Or having had a little pee accident. I was still cool with it. We had to go through a couple of more stores before I found some acceptable jeans of acceptable price. I realised I needed new underwear too, and found a pack of three that costed more than the jeans, but now I wanted to get done with this. I walked up to the shop asssistant, handed her the items. She asked me if I needed a bag. S was behind me and said he had his backpack, and I quickly said “I think we still need a plastic bag” and he was like “Oh, yeah you´re right…” Still cool with it. One of the things that has been hottest to think back on, probably because it felt so much like having had a genuine accident, was the changing. Going into the bathroom with my pissed jeans, peel everything off, investigate the wet patch on the back of my jeans before I put them in the much needed plastic bag together with the soaked panties. Wipe myself off a bit with soap and water, put on my new underwear and dry clean blue jeans, and the socks and shoes that were still a little damp. Then walk out again to my waiting boyfriend. We stopped playing. I was more relaxed now, but when S wanted to go into another store I realised all power had gone out of me and I just needed a break, so we went to the café to sit down and have a snack. It was that kind of nice thoughtful exhaustion. What did we just do? This was crazy. It felt good. It felt hot. But there was still this big question mark. Why didn´t it work the way I thought? Why didn´t I get those intense feelings of humiliation and embarrassment? I did in the park, but not in the mall. If role playing works so well that I can trick myself into believing I´m embarrassing myself in front of my partner, so much that I get bodily reactions and can´t even speak properly for a short while, why can´t I do the same trick in front of a crowd of strangers? It took me a couple of days to find a possible answer. The thing is – I was not disappointed with the experience. It´s still on the list of one of the hottest things I have done. It didn´t exactly go the way I thought emotionally, but something else happened, and now I think I know. The feeling I had planned to experience was one I didn´t want in the end, that´s why I didn´t get that feeling. When I walked around there with a wet crotch, I didn´t want to feel embarrassed and humiliated. I didn´t want to play that game. I wanted to be the cool one, the one owning this, the one who didn´t care, the one confident that if I didn´t let my wet pants bother me it wouldn´t bother anyone else either. That thing was hot and turned me on. Just like every public wetting I´ve been having fun with on my own before. I´ve been fascinated about those two sides of the coin, the humiliating accident, and the deliberate sneakiness. They both attract me. But how are they connected? When I wet in public in a risky way, it´s the challenge of staying cool that is the turn on, the contrast between letting go of control and still be keeping it, and the bigger the challenge the hotter it gets, if I still make it. I want to make it. I want to hide it in the best well practiced sneaky way I can without appearing nervous, and if anyone would still notice a wet patch I want them to assume it´s anything but this kind of accident, since I act like everything´s fine. So that´s why this scenario actually did work. First I had the intense embarrassament of the staged accident in the park, only witnessed by my partner. Then my mind changed track, and I had that great hot public challenge in the mall. Walking around with pants that didn´t completely hide what had happened, having a partner reminding me even more about it, and I still managed to stay cool. When I succeed in waking up the powerful feelings of humiliation and shame, while playing with my partner, I can go there if I know I´m safe. Even if it´s in a public setting, it´s between me and him. Same thing if I´m wetting myself at home. With my head full of fantasies, I can imagine the worst case scenario and go deep into it. When I´m kind of inviting another audience into my game I can´t do that. My exhibitionism isn´t about having strangers feel sorry for me. I should have known this already. This is a quote from the story about my most intense and shameful roleplay almost a year ago, and the walk home in flooded blue jeans: There were a few people on the parking lots between the buildings we were going to pass by before we could get inside. I could feel myself raising my head, slightly changing my body language approach, from the “just had an embarrassing accident and want to disappear” to the more familiar to me, “just deliberately wet but if I act like everything is fine they may not notice”. Even in that moment I did what I did at the mall, I went into the other headspace, the cool one. Thinking back on it, I can still create a story where that walk of shame is a part of the hot embarrassing scenario, but right in the moment I stepped out of it. A couple of weeks after the mall experience I was on a long bike ride with the plans to wet (like always). I was wearing light coloured shorts and the wetting would make obvious patches, so it was not until when I was at the secluded gravel road in the woods at the ends of the ride that I dared to let go more than a few spurts. I really flooded those shorts just before I was going to reach the outskirts of the village. Jumped off my bike with pee still dripping down my legs, and thought “Oh shit, this was a lot!” I had a change of clothes with me, and even if I knew I was alone, and the risk that someone would come this way was as good as zero, I went behind a tree to change. And it was just so damn hot. I realised afterwards that, without even trying, I did this time manage to mindfuck myself into believing what just happened was a very embarrassing accident, and I quickly needed to get rid of the evidence before someone saw me. I could go there just because I was safe. All alone there in the woods, nobody nearby. Realising this difference between shame scenarios and sneaky public stuff has been a relief to me. Probably because sometimes I´ve been a little worried about where to go with this kink, if my urge to experience humiliation would drive me too far publicly, concerned as I am about the consent issues. Now it should not be the case, since I seem to have best access to that core emotion when I´m on the safer side of public play, or not in public at all. This doesn´t mean I won´t keep on doing my daring public wettings. Like the bike ride in black jeans the other day – when I let go and the warmth grows down the front of my thigh that becomes glistening wet for a while, and I think for a moment that this was too much, if I pass someone now, they might see the dripping down under my saddle, but I´m lucky, the only one I´m passing by is busy with her phone, and ten minutes later my wet jeans are lying in the grass next to me while I casually speak to some acquaintance sitting on the beach enjoying the sunset. I got away with it again. Nobody knows (at least I think so). Am I going too far with this? Maybe. But I get a reminder every now and then, a close call that let´s me know what I don´t want from this, and I keep the risk-taking on an acceptable level. There´s one last thing I´m thinking about. What´s with the cheerful public talk, that triggers something so hot in me. When my partner, usually while we´re in a “dry” situation, talks or give hints about me having/going to wet myself with a voice loud enough for someone to hear it. I´m loving it, but where does it fit in here? Is that public humiliation I´m after? I don´t know, I think it might just be that it shakes me up a bit, challenges me to keep my dignity in that public situation, as I do my best not to blush and reveal our little secret, just try to smile and shrug it off, like a joke. Maybe in another scenario we´ll explore that mechanism more. It actually feels similar to what I described above, when I do a public wetting, fail in my self control, pee a little more than I thought, and then I just have to deal with it and stay cool anyway. Sorry, but I don´t think this will be my last post going on like this, and I´ll probably realise some of these conclusions aren´t quite right later on anyway. But this fetish of is way too interesting to stop analyzing!
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  18. 982 downloads

    I don't think I've seen anything from DLEE-471 posted here before. I've got a few of the clips from that one I believe... only in my edited versions. Nope, don't have the originals anymore. Girl goes out to eat with friends, has a little too much to drink, and falls asleep on the floor before she can use the bathroom. I like this girl's stuff too... she's cute, and kinda thicc 🙂 . I usually keep her videos.
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  19. The inimitable Liz Raw recently posted a full length video for free on her ManyVids page. I haven't watched it yet, but judging by what I've seen of her, it's bound to be terrific. I have an eye on some clips I'd like to buy from her when I have a little extra money and I hope some of you will do the same. https://www.manyvids.com/Video/3017207/How-it-Feels-to-be-Desperate-and-Wet/
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  20. So I just came across this incredibly sexy girl on livejasmin who not only jumped at the idea of peeing her pants for me but told me she loves doing it and does it often on her own too. So I told her about this site and she asked me to post a link to her livejasmin and to post some pictures she took for me as a preview. She also said she is planning on opening a studio with clips4sale.com and therefore is very open to custom video requests. https://www.livejasmin.com/en/girls/#!chat/SarahBlei
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  21. I went to an outdoor activity centre this weekend and had a nice desperation sighting. One of the activities involved riding an ex-military transport to the top of a very large quarry before riding down a race track on karts. It took about 10 minutes to get up to the top and when I was up there I noticed that there were no toilet facilities at all. Before starting the ride down, we had a safety briefing from one of the workers, an attractive young woman aged around 25 wearing tight hiking trousers, a hoody and hiking boots. As she talked, I noticed that she could not stand still at all and was constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot, jiggling a bit and kicking the heel of her boot against the toe of the other one, alternating this little dance with each foot. This little foot kicking movement allowed her to cross her thighs slightly without being too obvious about what she was doing. I wondered if she needed to pee, as we were the last group of the day and she would have been up here without a toilet for hours. She kept up the little dance during the line up for the descent and before each rider went down, she did another short individual briefing, fidgeting constantly. One of the riders said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards on the spot for a moment with her hands between her thighs before quickly straightening and resuming her fidgeting. We paid for 2 rides so after the first ride down, we got back into the transport vehicle and once all the riders were on board we went back up to the top. Sure enough, the woman was still there doing the briefings and she was now dancing more than ever, clearly dying for a wee but couldn't leave until our group had finished our second ride. I wondered just how long she would have to wait before finally being able to go down the quarry back to the main area where the toilets are.
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  22. This made me think back at the solar eclipse of 1999 in Europe. There was only a small band of places where the eclipse would be total, and all around those places you could reserve spots on fields to watch the eclipse (quite a goldmine for the farmers that rented out their fields, I guess 🙂 ). I too went to such a field in France with an astronomy association. Just like us, many associations arrived there by travel coach after long drives. So typically everyone was longing for a toilet once arriving there. Also sort of expecting that going for a pee wouldn't be that much of a problem. But the toilet facilities were absolutely minimal, like only a few porta-potty stalls for hundreds of people arriving. There was also this paradox that we were in nature, but the field was totally closed off by high wire fences. So you could not go into the bushes at the edge of the field. And there wasn't much other privacy as it was a plain grass field, packed with people. The line in front of the toilets was enormous. Like in the article, a wait of 45-60 minutes. And there was this constant shock of people arriving, needing a wee after a long drive and then be confronted with this gigantic wait. Of course this was no concert with lots of booze. But on the other hand the event was full of more nerdy people that probably weren't used to lining up for so long. 😄
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  23. One of the main reasons I never go to festivals, the lack of toilets. Im not a big girl and I dont have a big bladder, and as fun as desperation and wetting is for us, theres a time and a place, atleast for me 😄 Im not big on public embarrasment so.
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  24. Measured hold today! Nearing 3.5 hours in and getting very full... 1200mL water and 400mL tea in there hehe
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  25. This is top notch. She’s amazing! I ripped it for everyone’s enjoyment but the file was to large to post here so I had to post separately.
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  26. I wanna hold until I physically can't any more and film myself wetting in the bath or shower one day! I probably can't measure capacity that way, but I've never leaked or wet myself before (as an adult) so it's exciting territory to explore
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  27. I was going to tell a time-traveling joke, but you guys didn’t like it.
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  28. hope you like it(⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)
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  29. Whew, just barely beat my last hold - 1300ml! (the mark from that one on the container rubbed off so I wasn't sure for a minute if it actually was more than last time...) Also sorry I forgot to take before/after comparison shots this time bc I was in a rush 😂
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  31. Chapter 62: Liam Oh fucking hell do I need to piss, but oh my God do I adore everything Megan is doing to me! Lauren controlled me in a manipulative, underhanded, hurtful way but what Megan is doing with me right now is playful, fun and extremely hot! I clench my butt cheeks trying my utmost to keep from pissing and I’m holding onto the chair and tensing everything, but it’s no use; I’m just so full and so gasping to go that a spurt bursts out regardless. Megan’s reaction and what she uses to catch it blows my mind. Seeing her in her bra is so enticing, so beautiful, so alluring! God do I want her more than anything else ever in the world right now. But fuck, I can’t hold this back. I can’t! Another longer spurt shoots out and once again Megan manages to catch it, but her top isn’t big enough and my need is just so so intense I could scream. “Oh God! It’s coming babe.” “You’re doing amazing Liam. Let me deal with it.” Her hand on my dick is just so sensual, erotic even, and as she squeezes the tip closed I yearn for her in unexplainable ways I have never felt in my life. I genuinely have no idea what she’s going to do but somehow I trust her beyond what I naturally should, having only met her for the first time a month ago. With one hand tightly gripping my member as I writhe and moan right on the edge of eruption she used her other hand to slip off her skirt as she bunches that up with her top and uses both to cover the end of my shaking penis. “Try and control the release Liam so I can catch it. The slower the better if you can.” If is the right word! Has she got any fucking idea of the pressure pulsating from my bladder right now or the crushing tension pressing against my urethra? It feels like an ocean inside me and dripping it out like a leaking tap isn’t a bloody option. I grit my teeth, close my eyes, tighten my pelvic muscles as hard as I physically can and try to let out as small an amount as possible. Being this on edge, having this intensity, feels deliriously hot but I have no idea how sustainable it is and how much self control I can handle. What I do know though is that having Megan do what’s she’s doing is the most seductive and titillating experience I have ever experienced in my life! I moan urgently and desperately as a longer spurt sends my long rigid penis pointing towards Megan as she manages to absorb it all again in the material in her hands. I grunt as yet another spurt oozes out uncontrollably. It’s no use! The closing off after each spurt is so painful, so undeniably difficult that I can’t keep it up. It’s all or nothing from now on because my need has never felt this strong and I’ve been holding back beyond what I thought even possible. I allow my bum to rest on the armchair and take my full weight as I clench my fists and concentrate so intensely on controlling my release. I allow my eyes to open and the sight awaiting me is like perfection personified. Standing smiling in just her bra and knickers is my Megan, the most beautiful girl ever to live. Her body is so arousing, so seductive, so risqué. God I am hard and ready but bloody hell I gotta pee so badly still. I look down at Megan’s hand so gently holding my equipment and touching me in ways that send shivers right through me. I can feel the urine as it flows through me even with my penis so swollen and erect. My flow is steady and Megan is doing a fine job of using her clothing to soak up all the warm liquid, her skirt changing colour in her hand the wetter it gets. Oh God please don’t let my piss go everywhere on the carpet and furniture if it’s beyond what her material can contain! My stream is still going strong, as controlled as I can possibly manage, aided a lot by how swollen and hard I am. Megan is mopping it all up grandly turning the clothing as necessary to absorb the continuous stream. “Geez you seriously needed this Liam eh! I can only imagine how bursting you must have been honey. You’re making me really need to go now too just watching you. I can’t believe you’re still going!” I can’t stop. I just can’t. The relief is just so overpowering, the sense of relaxation euphoric after holding back so long. I feel the tension releasing from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes. I’m no longer sweating, my creased face is now beaming in delight and my toes no longer clench in my trainers. My breathing is returning to a more normal level and my back is relaxed into the comfortable chair as urine seeps out of me and into the careful, safe hands of a woman I know I am falling in love with more as every moment passes.
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  32. This story is very strongly inspired by an experience I had on a flight coming back home from holiday about a week ago. Just after I had sat down, a couple - we'll call them Helen and John as I don't know what their real names were - came and sat down in the row in front of me. Helen was probably around 40 and looked even younger. She was tall and slim, with a nice perky bum and a large bust. She was dressed for the warm weather and wore a loose, coral coloured blouse and thin, slim fitting, white linen trousers that hugged her ample hips perfectly. At first, I didn't take all that much notice of her, but as the flight went on I was unable to pay attention to much else. Here is the story as I imagine it from her perspective, hope you enjoy ? _____ Helen sat down in the middle seat of row 29, her husband, John, to her left in the aisle seat. She had had a splitting headache since around 4 o'clock, and the late departure of the flight back to London Heathrow hadn't helped. There was a three and a half-hour flight ahead, and she wanted to get home. "John, I've still got that headache, do you have any more painkillers I could take?" Helen groaned, rubbing her temple with two fingers. "Yeah sure, but I don't have any water for you to take them with, we'll have to get a bottle after take-off" John replied. Helen sighed, sat back, and waited while the rest of the passengers took to their seats. In contrast to the delayed departure, the plane taxied to the runway promptly and they were in the air before too long. The pilot turned the seatbelt warning light out, and the cabin crew were soon coming around with refreshments. Helen bought a large, litre bottle of water, keen to rehydrate herself as well as take the painkillers, to stave off the headache until she got home. She knocked back the painkillers and began to drink the litre of water in fast little sips, as quickly as she could manage. She chatted with John for a while about how the delay would affect their taxi ride home, and she hoped she wouldn't get to bed too late. By the time Helen had finished the bottle of water the painkillers were beginning to make her feel drowsy. About an hour into the flight, she fell fast asleep. ***** Helen awoke two hours later to John nudging her on the arm, "Helen, wake up, you won't sleep tonight if you sleep through the whole flight" he joked. Helen came slowly round and soon realised that she'd made a mistake with the bottle of water two hours earlier. "Ooh god, how long till we land? I really need the loo" she whispered. "Well, we've been in the air for about 3 hours, so I'd guess we have at least another half an hour" John estimated. "God, really? I hate plane loos, but there's no way I can wait that long. Why did you let me drink all that water?" She laughed, through gritted teeth. Reluctantly, Helen stood up and walked to the back of the plane. Unfortunately, as it was towards the end of the flight, there was a small queue for the toilet, with three women in front of Helen, presumably in a similar, if not quite so serious situation. As she had stood up, Helen had begun to realise the magnitude of her predicament. She had had a litre of water two hours ago, and had been drinking steadily prior to the flight, to reduce the severity of her headache. She hadn't been to the loo in almost four hours and had drunk probably two litres or more since then. Her bladder really was very full indeed. Helen didn't want anybody else to be aware of her situation, but being as full as she was, she couldn't help but step very slowly from foot to foot whilst bending slightly at the waist. One woman exited the toilet and another entered. Five minutes went by and Helen was beginning to get worried. Her situation was getting worse, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but firmly cross her legs and place a hand gently between her thighs. "God" she thought "Hurry up!" Another woman exited the toilet and another entered. Crossing her legs and holding herself was helping Helen to control her urge to pee. Another five minutes passed. Now there was only one lady between her and the relief she so desperately needed. Despite her struggle, she thought she was going to make it. *BING* "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will soon be landing at London Heathrow airport. For your safety and comfort, please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts until the Fasten Seat Belt sign is switched off. We hope you have had a pleasant flight and hope to see you again soon." "Oh fuck, no!" Helen thought. She toyed with the idea of remaining in the queue, as it was only her and one other woman, and by now she was getting very worried about her chances of making it if she did not release the torrent of pee inside her very soon. Just then a hostess appeared from the galley kitchen at the back of the plane, and dashed those hopes entirely. "My apologies ladies, but may I ask you both to return to your seats and fasten your seat belts as we will soon be landing". Helen groaned, turned, and walked back to her seat. "Relieved?" said John. "No, there was a queue, so I didn't get to go. I'm not sure I'm going to make it John, I'm absolutely bursting for the loo" came Helen's strained reply. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be on the ground soon" he reassured her. "I hope so" she said, not putting too much faith in his words. As Helen sat down, the last woman who had gone into the toilet walked past and sat down in her seat, a few rows in front of Helen and John. Helen eyed her relaxed gait with considerable envy, and felt a pulse from her bladder as the plane hit turbulence and jolted. She did not have long. She fastened her seatbelt and settled into her seat as best she could. The plane turned down and to the left, descending slowly in a wide loop over outer South West London. Ten minutes later Helen was practically crawling up the wall in desperation. She had her legs tightly crossed, with both hands pressed firmly between her thighs. She was trying with all her might to contain the litres of pee that her bladder alone was struggling to contain. Meanwhile the plane had made little progress towards the ground. This time of the week the airport was very busy, with holidaymakers returning home, ready for the working week ahead. Another five minutes went by and by now Helen was softly pumping her leg up and down and shifting around in her seat noticeably, trying anything she could to control herself. She was now past caring what anyone else thought, even though the person in the window seat to right of her must now clearly be able to see what her predicament was, and quite how serious it had gotten. The plane continued its slow descent, and after another ten minutes or so they were approaching the runway. As they touched down, Helen's seatbelt dug into her bladder, and the vibrations from the runway caused Helen to gasp suddenly, as a small spurt of pee escaped into her knickers. This was especially bad news for Helen because today she had worn a very thin pair of knickers that would not absorb any further accidents. On top of this, the white linen trousers that had served her so well in the Mediterranean heat would clearly show up even the tiniest of leaks. She needed to get to a toilet and she needed to get to one now. The journey from runway to gate was mercifully short, and the seat belt warning signs were soon turned off. As the plane pulled up to the gate, John stood up and passed Helen her bag from the overhead locker, before retrieving his own. "Not long now" he said reassuringly, as she sat silently in concentration. "God, I hope so" came Helen's whispered reply. Five or so minutes passed as the executive and business class passengers disembarked through the only exit at the front of the plane. Helen remained seated, keen for as few people as possible to see how desperate to pee she was. She had put on enough of a show earlier in the queue. Finally, the rest of the passengers could disembark, but progress was torturously slow. Many passengers were still retrieving bags, and seemingly in no rush, much to Helen's dismay. She eventually entered the aisle, allowing John to go first. She tried manfully to walk normally, but by now she had been holding upwards of two litres of pee for nearly five hours. She was bent slightly at the waist and couldn't help but hold herself between her legs as she walked. They exited the plane and began the long walk to passport control. Helen tried to walk purposefully towards the relief she so craved, but each step jogged her tired bladder so terribly that she was forced to make slow progress. A fellow passenger brushed past her to get ahead onto the travellator, and the jolt caused Helen to bend double in an effort to contain another spurt. She was going to wet herself any minute. She hobbled off the end of the travellator and around a corner, there it was. The relief Helen had been in dire need of for over an hour now. The toilet was just the other side of the electronic passport control gates. Helen followed John to the nearest gate where they joined the back of a short queue. She was still bent over, hand firmly between her legs. She wiggled her firm bottom around and pee danced for all she was worth, giving the people in the queue behind her quite the show. At one point her posture, her bouncing and her loose-fitting top combined to give the security guard the other side of the gate an eyeful of her ample breasts. But she didn't care, she was so very close; both to relief, and to wetting herself. The queue dwindled gradually as people passed through the electronic passport gate. Many people seemed unfamiliar with the relatively new - fangled system, and seemed to dither a lot as a result. This was utter torture for poor Helen’s bladder which felt as if it was about to burst any moment. Helen shook constantly with the effort to hold back the tide. "Fuck, I hope I can make it" she stammered under her breath. Soon, it was John's turn to pass through the gate. He fumbled getting his passport out of his pocket, but soon placed it on the reader and after a short thinking time the system let him through the first part of the gate. The second part of the gate required him to stand still and straight upright as the camera analysed his facial features. After another few seconds, the camera recognised his face and let him through. He put his case down just outside the toilet and hurried in. Helen had her passport ready, and having let the machine scan it, was quickly through to the second part of the system. She was still bent over slightly and despite her best efforts, could not quite stand still long enough for the camera to recognise her face. "Madam, please stand still and upright so the camera can correctly analyse your facial features" came the call of the airport staff member behind her. "Please step back through the gate, place your passport on the machine and try again. If the camera can't read your face you'll have to join the manual check queue." Helen turned to look at the queue that she would have to join. It was by now at least a hundred people long, and seemed to not be moving at all. Her bladder pulsed suddenly, more strongly this time, and it took all Helen's strength not to wet herself completely on the spot. "Imagine!" she thought. "A grown woman like me peeing myself in front of all these people. No, it can't happen." She steeled herself for what would almost certainly be her last chance at getting to the toilet in time. She placed her passport on the reader and after a long few seconds the first gate open. She stepped through and her bladder pulsed hard again. She whimpered and shoved a hand firmly into her crotch as this time a strong spurt escaped. Helen was sure it was serious enough to have been visible through her paper-thin linen trousers. "God" she thought, "this is mortifying, I'm so close!" By now the passengers behind her in the queue had begun to take notice of her obvious predicament. She could hear them laughing at her as she wiggled around desperately in front of them, her white linen trousers doing nothing to disguise the small wet spot now slowly spreading from her crotch. She winced and began to straighten up. She left one hand in her crotch and summoned up all her willpower to stop wiggling desperately. She turned slightly to face the camera and relaxed her face as much as she could. The camera 'thought' for what seemed like an eternity, but just as Helen was about to lose control for what would surely have been the final time, a green tick appeared on the screen in front of her and the second gate opened. Helen couldn't believe it, she hobbled as fast as she could manage through the gate and towards the toilets that were no more than 10 metres away. She walked with one hand in her crotch and was permanently bent double trying to hold on for a few more precious seconds. Another small spurt escaped, and soaked her knickers. Helen could feel the pee beginning to run down her trouser legs. She flung her bag down next to John's and hurried into the ladies. Her heart sank as she rounded the corner and saw a queue of four other women. "Please no, I can't manage this!" She thought. "Not having come this far!" Just then a cubicle opened. "Please, can I go first? I'm about to wet myself!" Helen begged the lady at the front of the queue. Seeing Helen's obvious predicament, the woman agreed and Helen hobbled into the cubicle. She slammed the cubicle door and fumbled with the lock. She tore her trousers down. She didn't have time to take her knickers down because as soon as she bent to remove her trousers her bladder exploded with tremendous force. The torrent of pee shot out of Helen as she sat down on the toilet with a bump and let out a loud, protracted moan of relief that would have been audible to all the other ladies in the toilet. After what must have been a couple of minutes her stream eventually slowed and stopped. She cleaned herself up and inspected the damage to her knickers and trousers. Her knickers were totally soaked - partly from the leaks over the last hour, but mostly from the torrent that she had let loose over the last couple of minutes. She disposed of them in the bin. Her trousers too were in a bad state. The crotch was now almost completely see through, and a translucent patch ran all the way up her bottom almost to the waistband. The inner thighs of her trousers were also streaked with pee. She dried them off as best she could and pulled them up around her broad hips. The still damp material felt awfully cold against her skin, but she had no alternative. She cleaned the floor around the toilet from where she had lost control, took a deep breath and left the cubicle. She washed her hands, made sure her hair was OK in the mirror and returned outside the toilets to a waiting John. "Everything ok?" he inquired innocently. "Just about!" laughed Helen. "But don't you ever let me fall asleep on a plane again!" ***** The remainder of Helen and John’s journey home by taxi passed relatively uneventfully, but by the time the taxi pulled up to their house, Helen was squirming in her seat once more. She hurried inside, rushed upstairs to the bathroom, and released another torrent from her exhausted bladder. Helen thanked her lucky stars that she had not wet herself, as she had so nearly done multiple times that day. She also vowed to watch her fluid intake whenever she travelled long – distance in future, as she didn’t fancy her chances of success if she ever had to face such an ordeal again. _____ Thanks for reading ?
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    Uno mas por los fans of the school outfit car wettings. I do this for the school desk wettings and wetting in lines also btw... if you want shorter versions of those too. IDK bout you guys, but I just don't like searching through 2 hour videos when I'm ready to get moving, ya feel me?
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  34. From the album: Traditional art

    Long car rides bring consequences, more when gas stations and rest stops are scarce.
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  35. As many people on this forum know, it is very common for weightlifters to pee their pants a little when lifting weights. However, it would also stand to reason that the physical exertion of lifting weights could also cause one to mess their pants. Are there any recorded cases of this happening? Pictures, articles, and videos would be appreciated!
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  36. Off to watch United v Newcastle! VIVA RONALDOOOOO
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  38. The real perk of being fully vaccinated is that for two days I get to refer to my upper left arm as my "Vaxxhole."
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  39. Chapter 63: Megan Oh boy did he have to go! I can’t risk any of his urine getting on the furniture or the carpet so it makes sense to catch it in my clothing. My top is so wet though that it’s dripping onto my hand so I beg Liam to stop just long enough for me to get more material in the form of my skirt. The long pleated cotton allows Liam to release more but jeez will he ever stop pissing? Holding his penis and feeling it move and grow in my hand has to be one of the most incredibly feelings in the whole world. The only trouble is I can feel my own body warming, dampening, and swelling between my legs so much it almost feels like I have leaked pee too. Actually seeing so much urine pouring from Liam has quite suddenly made me realise that I really need to pee too. There’s no way I can even think about using my clothing for my own need though as it’s utterly soaked through with Liam’s output alone. Will he ever stop going? With every last millimetre of my long skirt and top drenched in warm liquid in my hand, and drips of pee running down my wrist and arm, finally Liam’s penis stops pouring out liquid and I race into the kitchen with the heavy soaking material to throw it all in the washing machine. I grab the tea towel that’s hanging up in the kitchen and dab my hand and arm dry before returning immediately to Liam who is sitting facing me looking so much more relaxed, yet his eyes look at me as I get closer with what I can only describe as longing and lust. Strangely I suddenly feel embarrassed to be standing in just my knickers and bra. They don’t even match and neither are new or particularly fancy. But Liam doesn’t seem to care as he stands up and throws his arms around me and kisses me, his jeans falling to his ankles and his hard dick still poking out the leg of his boxers and rubbing against my now very damp underpants. My desire for Liam is now all consuming as I pull off his unbuttoned shirt and throw it onto the arm chair and rip down his plain blue boxers. I pull back from the intensive kiss just enough to admire his naked body and to move instantly from foot to foot as my need to pee intensifies by the minute. There’s absolutely no way I can risk running upstairs to the bathroom and mam catching me in just my underwear and I one hundred percent don’t want to leave Liam right now either. Maybe I am misunderstanding my body and the pressure and tingling between my legs is actually caused by my intense desire for the naked handsome man in front of me? Without a word passing between us, and while he gently sucks at my lower neck causing the tingling in my entire body to go up a pace so quickly I almost feel faint, I allow Liam to unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor like discarded waste. His hands are all over my body, exploring and feeling me gently and enticingly, and I adore and treasure every second, not even giving another though to my baby sister on the couch nearby or my mam upstairs. I am at a point I can’t stop and neither can Liam. As he slides a hand teasingly down my back and bottom and inside my pants I giggle quietly at the tickling and tingling it creates. As his hand moves more gently towards the front I know what he’s going to do next and I’m shaking in anticipation. He slides his palm over my pounding vagina as his fingers explore my most private body part effortlessly. I want him so much I could scream as I slide my own knickers to the floor and step out of them. As his face reaches closer to mine in anticipation of another incredible kiss I pant and squirm helplessly. “Be careful honey. I’m bursting to pee remember.” “Oh don’t you worry about that baby. It only makes you look and feel even more beautiful. You ok with this?” “More than ok.” He steps out of his jeans and boxers and turns me gently so my back is now in front of the armchair he was previously sitting on when he pissed into my clothes. He gently lowers my body onto the chair, carefully putting my legs over the arms and edging my lower body forwards so my open and pounding vagina is exposed and readily accessible. Then he bends down and uses his tongue to lick my swollen labia, my wet and warm vaginal opening, my pulsating and throbbing urethra, and finally my rock hard clitoris. I urgently need to urinate yet simultaneously I can feel an equal urgency and excruciating need to orgasm. I tip my head back and trust my body to somehow hold back from emptying my bladder whist relaxing into everything Liam is doing. It’s proving harder and harder as he runs his delicious tongue all over my clit and back along my desperate urethra. I’m not sure how much more my body can take.
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  40. On my birthday me and my partner S did nothing special. If in nothing special I may include sex, reading bdsm-comics and doing household business like peeing my shorts while doing dishes (I´ve posted about that one earlier). Then of course kitchen floor cleaning and lots of laundry. And this was only before dinner. After that we headed off for the waste recycling bins and the supermarket. The first store was closed, and we had to go the next one. I took the chance to fill the car with groceries so it took a while, but it was not until we drove home S announced his need for a bathroom. He told me later that before we left home he had been secretly chugging water every time I left the room, and he had needed to pee, and been slightly uncomfortable about it, already when we were at the recycling bins, and then even more when the first store was closed. Now we were safely at home. He had his grey suit pants on, and I thought I´d try my new grey ones too, the first suit pants I owned that weren´t in that boring discreet dark colour that is great for public play, but sometimes you wanna see what you´re doing too. I hadn´t noticed his desperation before, but now that we were in the kitchen it was clear that he had did a good job holding. I had to help him holding on a little longer by making him hard. He enjoyed the mix of different needs, and I enjoyed to watch. I didn´t need to pee at all, but drank a couple of glasses to perhaps catch up with him, but turned out it was too late, he couldn´t hold it much longer. It was great to have my full focus on watching him, and I have enough of experience and imagination to know very well what kind of bodily sensations he was dealing with. After a couple of turns of masturbation, he had reached his limit, he put his dick back in his pants, and told me he was going to wet himself. I had this conflict, that I wanted to just be there in this precious moment, see it, feel it, live it, but I also wanted to save it for later by using the camera. I told him he had to hold on still, just wet a little bit first, and he did that. Small little patch in the front of his pants. Then a little more running down his left leg, and starting to drip to the floor. He gave me plenty of time to both have my photos and just watch him, but then he sighed and it started to gush out, flooding his pants. He told me how good it felt. It kept going and going and the puddle was getting huge, the pee crawled a long way in under the kitchen table. I was still frustrated about the camera thing, took some photos, put the camera down, took it up again, and then decided I just needed to touch him. My hands on his wet pants as another hot gush warmed them up. Then I put my hand in his pants, and felt him peeing through his underwear. This was a lot of pee! I´ve been thinking I have a bigger bladder than him, but after this I´m not so sure, I think he´s just been inconfident and not used to holding. He finally felt like he was done, and I washed my hands, took some more pictures, threw towels on the floor, and then we went to the shower where S wanted to finish the other stuff while I was watching. It didn´t take long. “Please cum in your underwear” I said, and he did. So hot. What a birthday present! After S had showered it was my turn. My bladder was too slowly filling up and I wouldn´t bother about doing a real hold, I just wanted to wet. I asked for a scenario. Normally we start planning our scenarios months ahead, so this one was very spontaneous. “I´m a photographer, you´re new at work and we´re gonna get good representative pictures of you” he suggested, and I liked the idea. This photographer took his time, and of course didn´t recommend any breaks when I asked for it. He also suggested me posing in weird positions, squatting and straddling a chair, and then he started to take photos from a low angle. I was finally ready to wet, and I started a little bit. I´m more used to jeans wetting, where there´s a patch slowly spreading in the crotch, getting bigger and bigger, crawling down the thighs. Suit pants of this kind is a whole different thing, and that´s interesting. The first visible spurt just got straight down in a thin line along the whole leg. So thin it was barely visible. The photographer noticed me staring down my pants, and asked “What´s wrong?” “Nothing” I quickly replied. He took a closer look at me. “Hey, have you wet yourself?” “No. it was just that water glass I just drank, I spilled some.” “Oh no, I´m not buying that, look here”, he said and took some close ups at my crotch. I relaxed my bladder a little again, and the thin dark line got wider. “Ok, sorry, You´re right, I´m wetting myself, this was taking too long. How embarrassing...” If this had been a realistic scenario it would have been awkward and he would have apologized, said “enough for today then” and let me rush to the bathroom before more damage done, but this perverted photographer of course had other plans. “I´ll promise not to tell anyone about your accident if you´ll let me take some more pictures to keep for my private use”. For some obvious reasons I didn´t mind and kept wetting, feeling my pants get warm and heavy and watched the interesting patterns formed by the meandering rivers. “So what do I do now, standing here all wet in the office? I can´t get out in the building in front of my colleagues like this”, I said after I´d finished. “Not my problem, I´m off, “ said the bastard and left the room with his camera full of pictures of me soaking myself. I was glad to get my boyfriend back. He was kind enough to bring some dry towels to mop up another huge puddle from the floor, while I went into the shower. Soon I got caught standing there with the water still off and one hand in my wet pants. “So, what are you doing?”, S asked. “It´s just an itch” I said. He got closer, and suddenly he put his dick in my pants and shamelessly started to release his bladder, all in one long gush. I didn´t see that one coming but it was a welcome hot surprise, as my pants had just become cold. Turned out he really needed to go again, as his pee thoroughly resoaked my pants and splashed out of my leghole. Felt a little bit like I just suddenly wet myself with zero control, not even feeling myself peeing. I must admit I left a few things out when family and friends asked me how I spent my birthday. But now at least you know the whole story. Hope you enjoyed it, we did!
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  41. it really would be! one can dream lol
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  42. 2 times a day is no challenge for me. Once a day is only difficult if I'm drinking a lot. So if I'm not drinking much 24 hours isn't much of a challenge either. I'm trying to get back to limiting myself to once a day.
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  43. I can sympathise, I've crapped myself by accident before. It's a mess but it's not so bad.
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  44. Wet blue....

    Weekend morning alone and I decided I was going to have some 'ME' time. There's nothing better than laying on my back and slowly letting out small amounts and feeling the tickling warmth spread. After about 15 minutes of fun, I stood up and peed as hard as I could to make it worth my while before putting everything in the wash. Guess what? 'Wet Blue', so here we are. Enjoy...I did!
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  45. Inspiration has struck me, so I'm gonna do another chapter. I dunno how long it'll be right now, we'll just see where it goes! The following story will contain wetting, messing, S&M bondage, sexual themes, and outright sex. And maybe some other mushy stuff. Her (Chapter 1.2) "Ah.. ahh... ah! Ohh! Mmmmnnnnh, please, oh please, oh don't stop, ooohhh!" A sharp smack resounded through the bedroom and I squealed with pleasure, my bottom stinging furiously from the firm spank Mistress gave me. "You don't tell me what to do!" She hissed sternly at me, reaching down and grabbing my hips. She squeezed them tightly, pulled me back onto her strap-on, filling and stretching me. I was getting absolutely railed on the bed, this morning. The acrid smell of urine filled my nostrils as my face rubbed against the wet spot on the bed I was being fucked in. Mistress leaned over me and grabbed the back of my head, pushing and rubbing my face around in it. "Do you like that? Hmm? How does your own piss smell, slave?" She taunted me, as her hips rhythmically bucked back and forth, firmly pounding into me. I was orgasming for the second time already- whimpering and moaning while cum streaked down the inside of my thighs. My thighs trembled, my toes curled tightly. I gripped the bedsheets with both of my hands, burying my face in the mattress, despite the fact I was face-first in my own bedwetting accident. It had happened again that morning. It had been starting to happen more often, without the help of drugs. I was in my own bed, this time. I stirred half-awake as I felt the familiar sensation of warm wetness pooling under my bottom. As I fully awakened, I realized what was happening, and the stream tapered off to a stop. But that didn't matter, because the bed was already quite wet. I lifted the sheets to look down at myself, seeing the puddle I had made, seeing my inner thighs wet with pee. "Ah... I wet the bed again..." I murmured to myself. "I... I'm a bedwetter. A naughty little bedwetter." Still, I was obsessed with the act, even though accidents had happened over and over again, now that I was Mistress's slave. Still I was obsessed with saying the words out loud- it made me feel light in the head, woozy almost, and it made me tingle between the thighs. I started to wet again. I held the sheets up so I could watch, watch as my pee stream arced into the sheets between my legs. I spread my legs apart and pulled my labia up, watching rapt with attention as I saw my stream arc higher and higher, and then start hitting the top sheet. I peed against the top sheet for awhile, watching as the pee soaked across it, sprayed everywhere in the bed, rained down over my lap and lower belly... I dropped the sheet and relaxed my legs, fully releasing my bladder, and let the warm, wet sensation wash over me. A sense of relief flooded through me as my bladder emptied itself into the bed. A shaky breath of release came from me, as the last few drops came out. I slid my hand down my abdomen, and began to touch myself. "And just what do you think you're doing?" I heard from the dark corner of my room, and I whimpered with fear, eyes darting back up. I hadn't seen her at all- it was as if she wasn't even there. She had blended seamlessly into the darkness- Mistress. Her gorgeous pink-maroon hair reflected in the bare amount of sunlight trickling through my bedroom curtains- Like me, she was naked from head to toe. "I- I'm-" I started to stammer, but her elegant long legs strode across the room in a couple of steps and she reached down, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from my pussylips. "Don't even fucking bother, I saw everything. Who gave you permission to touch yourself?" She tilted her head and narrowed her glowing white eyes at me, getting right in my face. I whimpered, and my lower lip quivered, knowing I was in trouble. "Ugh, seriously? You pissed the bed and now you're fucking masturbating? You are such a disgusting, filthy, perverted little rat." "Guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson," Mistress growled sternly at me, ripping the bedsheets off of me. I squealed in dismay as I was swiftly put across her lap, and delivered a painful, harsh lesson with her palm on my bottom. Just like every spanking I got, I squirmed, I whimpered, I cried, and I peed more. One thing lead to another, and I suddenly found myself in this situation. Getting forcefully, deeply, mercilessly fucked in my own pee puddle. She smacked my already red bottom again, just to hear me cry. "That's right, whimper. Beg. You nasty little whore, I want to hear you suffer!" Mistress laughed at me, mocked me, and all I could do was whimper and curl my toes and cum. I was in heaven- this was where I belonged, I knew this now. All the things I had done in my life, I deserved nothing more than to be her plaything. I deserved the harshest punishments- I deserved to be her little toilet slave. I slumped forward, energy spent, shuddering as my climax began to subside. Mistress pushed me forward, shoving me off of the toy and onto the bed, to simply lie there on my side, cum dripping down the back of my thigh. She undid the buckle on her strap-on and brought it to her lips, blessing me with the sight of her tasting my cum. "Not too bad. Your new diet is working out for you, I think," she murmured as she reached down and pushed it into my mouth, twisting it around and forcing me to lick and suck it clean of my own juices, which I did happily. She pulled it out of my mouth with a wet little plop, a tendril of drool connecting it to my lower lip. In my light-headed, blissful, post-fucking state, I looked up to her with half-lidded eyes, and murmured, "I love you." This was a mistake. Mistresses eyes first widened with surprise, and then narrowed with irritation. "What did you just fucking say?" She asked me with a sneer of disgust on her face. I hadn't even really quite realized it myself, but when I did, my eyes opened back up and my face glowed bright red with a blush. "I- It was an accid-" I didn't manage to get the words out of my mouth before I was eating heel, Mistress stepping right on my face, pushing my head into the wet mattress. "Don't you ever say something like that to me again! Ever! There is no room for love in this relationship, do you understand? You are my plaything, and I am your punishment! Love? Hah! This is nothing more than revenge, you worthless little shit." I could hardly breathe with my face being stomped in like this. I kicked my feet, I struggled and tried to break free, but she was too strong. "Mmfh- mmfhhmmm!" I tried to speak, voice muffled by her long elven foot, that I understood. "Don't... you dare... think that I have forgotten what kind of debt you owe me. What you've done. You had best pray you are able to keep me entertained, because once I grow bored of you, I'm going to kill you. Bitch." With that, she spat on me, and turned to walk away- but then she stopped, deciding that wasn't quite good enough. She came back and stomped her foot on the mattress next to my head, reaching down and grabbing my thick, wavy black hair. "Nnghh!" I cried out in pain, reaching up to try and hold my head. It felt as if she were going to rip my hair right off my head. She shimmied her hips, getting into position, and before I knew it, a hot, wet stream of urine was hitting me in the face. I gasped and sputtered, eyes screwed shut as she urinated on me. "You are nothing more than my toilet whore. Don't you ever forget it, shit-pants. Ahhh.... that feels SO much better. How does it taste, hmm? Aren't you so happy that Mistress is gracing you with her piss?" The sad thing is, I was. Even though it hurt, even though my love had been spurned and I was ashamed, I was happy. It was quite rare for Mistress to ever relieve herself on me. The mortifying shame, the degradation of being used as a toilet- I was starting to enjoy these emotions... starting to become sexually aroused by them. Mistresses pee stream started to drop down, arcing onto my breasts instead of my face, gradually going down to a trickle that ran down the inside of her own muscled thigh. This didn't seem to bother her, oddly enough. "You're fucking banned from the toilet today, slave. Get dressed. No washing yourself either, you're going to stink of pee all day." She stormed back toward my bedroom door, ripping it open. "STAY in your room, until I say you can come out!" Mistress roared at me, as she violently slammed the door behind her. I flinched- Mistress rarely got this angry. She was angry all the time, yes, but she never took it out on me quite like this. I wondered what, exactly, I had done. No, I knew what I had done, but... why did it make her so mad? Awhile later, I had gotten dressed- since apparently I was banned from using the bathroom until Mistress allowed it, I decided to wear one of my older, more... 'yellow' stained cotton panties, and one of my special pairs of white pants Mistress got for me. I used an old shirt to dry the pee out of my hair the best that I could, but even if I sprayed a little perfume on it, the smell of urine hung on me. I was quickly growing used to it anyway- so, with a sigh, I opened up my closet to try and pick out a shirt to wear. Then I heard a pounding on the door. I shyly slinked over to it and opened it just a crack, only to see that nobody was there- and then I heard another pounding. It was coming from the front door. We had a guest, but... Mistress said I was to stay in my room, so, I couldn't go answer the door. I glanced up and down the hallway, wondering if I should do it anyway- it might have been a customer, and we needed the money. I crept out of my room and down the hall, carefully looking out for Mistress, when I suddenly saw her cross the living room, so I ducked behind a basket of laundry. She didn't see me, but I could still see the look of irritation on her face. "What do you want?" I heard her say from around the corner. I couldn't see who it was- they said something to her, it must have been a woman. They were too far away for me to make out their voice, so I scooted the laundry basket down the hall to see if I could get a little closer. "...ara. That is you, right?" I heard her say. "Yes, speaking, what the hell do you want? I don't recall doing anything to warrant a visit from the sentinels." I gasped and held my hand over my mouth, backing firmly against the wall into my hiding spot. We were in foreign territory- at least, foreign territory for ME. I was more than just a foreigner, I was a member of a hostile species. If they stormed the place and came in here, they'd be fully within their rights to kill me on sight. I tried to still my breathing, as I perked up my long pointy ears to try to get a better listen. "No, you haven't, this is an unofficial visit- I was sent by General Feyla. Your term of service has come to an end, but... the war against the Forsaken is endless. They fashion their reinforcements from our dead. You've seen the horrors they've committed-" "Yes, firsthand, on Darkshore. Is that what this is about? I've only just gotten out and you're trying to pull me back in?" "With all due respect..." I flinched as I heard a loud crashing noise- presumably Mistress trying to slam the door, in her anger. "You can shove your fucking respect. I'm done out there, do you hear me? Unless you have an official summons, the next time you set foot on my property, I'll shoot you for tresspassing. Get. Out." "Ma'am, I don't understand, you were one of our best rangers- Don't you take pause at what's happening over there? Those arsonists dare to continue to tread earth and you-" "You don't think I hate them just as much as you do? As any of us do? I was THERE that day, you know. I saw it all happen. I saw those I cared for die, and I'm tired of it. I'm retired. I have a happy life here, and you or Feyla or even the fucking Night Warrior herself won't take that away from-" "Oh yes, we're quite aware of the happy life you've got for yourself right here. You know, it's a little suspicious even- you sure you aren't keeping anything... illegal here, are you? We wouldn't want to have to come back-" Suddenly, I heard the deafening crack of one of our rifles going off, and I winced and clapped both of my hands over my ears, scooting back firmly against the wall. I felt a warmth spread across my butt, and realized that I was scared into wetting my pants again. My bladder wasn't very full, so the wetness barely soaked my butt and made a little wet patch on the carpet, but it was enough for me to be shocked at how easily I lost bladder control. I've always been a measly little coward, but just hearing a gunshot? I dry-swallowed, frowning at my situation, and went to go crawl back into my bedroom. "GET OFF MY PROPERTY, AND DON'T COME BACK WITHOUT AN OFFICIAL SUMMONS OR A WARRANT!" I heard Mistress howling, along with the sound of boots and armor shuffling and moving quickly away from the door. I crawled back into my room, pulling the door shut behind me. I crawled under the bed, dragging the top bedsheet with me, not caring that it was still wet with my pee, and wrapped myself in it- hiding and trembling under my bed. Mistress was so angry today... I thought today might be the day she... sent me off. It was totally silent in the house. I listened to the clock ticking on the wall, tick, tock, back and forth. My butt felt wet and clammy, and I wanted to change, but I knew that I'd probably be yelled at. So I curled up under my pissy sheets, under the bed, and waited, shivering and staring into the dimness of the room. It felt like an eternity to me, but only about five minutes went by, before I heard footsteps falling in the hallway outside my room, and the door creak open. "Oh slave, It's time for- Slave? Where did you go?" She stepped further into the room. I could see her ankle trembling before she stamped her foot on the floor. "Fucks sake, I TOLD you not to leave your ROOM!" She yelled, and a whimper escaped me. She must have heard, because Mistress knelt down, and I saw her glowing white eyes peek under the bed. "There you are. What on earth are you doing under there?" She said to me condescendingly, and reached in to grab the bedsheets I was wrapped up in and drag me out. I squealed and kicked, not wanting to leave my safe hiding place, but I couldn't resist Mistress, and she grabbed me by the wrist and hoisted me to my feet. I trembled and looked at my feet, twiddling my hands fingers together in front of my chest. "I- I... h-heard a shot," I murmured, looking hopefully up at my goddess. Her lips were pursed in thought, and she looked down at me in judgement, before reaching up and running her hand through my hair. "And you were scared, hm?" She took my shoulder and spun me around, glancing down and clucking her tongue. "Mmhm, I see. Scared enough to wet yourself. Only just dressed, and you're already having accidents? Tsk, tsk." She reached down and patted my bottom, rubbing her hand over the wet patch. She gave my ass a squeeze, and turned me back around. I was expecting punishment, but instead, she held both of my cheeks and kissed me on the forehead. "Such a dumb little pantswetting baby," She cooed to me, and I flushed and glanced away, too shy to look her directly in the eye. "Come on now. It's time for breakfast." She lead my by the hand into the kitchen, and sat me down at the table, the same spot where I always sat and had my breakfast. There was a bowl of porridge on the table on the other side, where she normally sits, but nothing for me. "U-um... where's...?" I started to ask, looking expectantly up at my Mistress, my caretaker. "Where's yours? I have it right here," She said. Mistress took her chair and scooted it around the table, sitting it in front of me so that she could sit down, within arms reach, giving my bowl a little stir. "If you're going to wet your bed and poop your pants like a little baby, I'm going to treat you like one. Now, here comes Mama Raven, swooping down into her nest! Fwoooosh!" She even did the sound effects, zooming the spoon around and pushing it into my face. I was horrifyingly embarrassed- I hadn't been treated like this before. I was a good slave, though, so I opened my mouth and let her feed me. It was humiliating... and my wet butt felt even more cold and clammy now that I was sitting on it. I squirmed awkwardly in my chair, and Mistress looked down at me with that wonderful expression- that amused, toothy smirk, looking down at me like I was garbage, like I was scum. My heart fluttered at the sight of it. I should be happy, I thought- Mistress is taking it upon herself to hand feed me. She sat the bowl down and fed me another spoonful, smiling at me and tousling my hair with her other hand as I obediently chewed and swallowed. "Good slut," She said to me, cooing affectionately. She had a strange look in her eyes, one I had seen a few times before, but couldn't quite place- I didn't know what emotion it was, but she didn't seem... unhappy. She held the spoon in the air and continued to stare at me, her expression slowly souring, turning to one of irritation. "On second thought, I don't have time for this," She spat, dropping the spoon on the table, taking me by the back of the head, and forcing my face into the porridge bowl. She laughed at me as I raised my face out of it, looking dumbly confused, food on my nose and cheeks and forehead. I went to wipe my face off with my sleeve, picking up the dropped spoon dejectedly, but Mistress smacked it out of my hand. "No," She sneered at me. "Eat it like that. Like the fucking dog you are," She commanded me. A shiver of self-pity ran down my spine, as I slowly lowered my face to the bowl, and attempted to eat without using my hands, getting more porridge all over my face and in my hair. "Hah! This is amazing," She mocked me as she reached across the table for her own breakfast, to eat it like a normal, respectable person... unlike me. She pushed my face up out of the bowl, and took it, standing up and walking over to the middle of the floor, where she sat it down. "Dogs don't eat at the table." Confused and embarrassed, I looked up at her, and then back down at the bowl on the floor. "Not hungry?" She asked me with that clever smirk on her face, and I slinked out of my chair, slowly getting down on the floor on my hands and knees, to finish my breakfast. As I bent down, Mistress came up behind me, grabbing me by my ear and yanking my head back. "Ah!" I cried out with pain, as she hissed into my ear. "Don't you fucking dare wet yourself today. Do you understand? And you're still banned from the toilet. You'll hold it until I give you permission to go. If I see a single wet streak down your thigh, I'm going to whip your ass so fucking raw, you won't be able to sit for a week, piss pants." This, naturally, made me gush piss into my panties in terror, an uncontrollable little spurt, which soaked my groin and just barely dribbled down my thigh. "Finish your damn breakfast," She said, letting go of my head and pushing my face back towards the bowl. I finished eating like that, while she sat in her chair and used me as a footrest, crossing her legs and resting her heels on the small of my back while she ate her own bowl of porridge. Thankfully, she allowed me to wash my face in the sink after, while I was taking care of cleaning up the dishes. I felt her standing behind me, looking down over me, watching me work. I shivered- it was an uncomfortable feeling, having her standing over me and judging how good of a job I was doing. I started to scrub a little harder- I wanted to please Mistress, after all. "That's enough," She said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Lets get to work for the day." I nodded and sat the last dish on the shelf to dry. "O-okay..." I murmured, turning and going to head into my little workshop. Mistress tugged on my ear, directing me away. "Not that kind of work, you dumb slut. What do we do when we have a bedwetting, hmm?" She berated me, starting to pull me by the ear towards my bedroom. "Ow! W- we- we clean th- the sheets," I said, blushing that I had forgotten about it. "That's right. Honestly, you've wet the bed so many times now, how do you not understand this? You'll work in the workshop when I say it's time. Today, we're cleaning." We? I turned my eyes to the side to look up to Mistress. Would she be cleaning with me? Anticipation rose in my throat, I felt hot in the face, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Mistress never worked alongside me. We had our own separate workshops- she said that she didn't want my piss-reeking bottom to distract her, but I think that she mostly needed the focus, or she couldn't work. Mistress was perfect to me no matter what, but after these few months I'm starting to understand who she is, and the flaws she has. She changes her mind and her mood at the drop of a hat, and I'm sure she couldn't get anything done if I was there for her to play with. I get to work. I pull the bedsheets off the bed, and bring them outside to put in the wash basin. Mistress draws water from the well, boiling a cauldron of it, and then pours it into the basin to start soaking away my urine. The water is too hot to work with, so next, it is time for the mattress. I'm far too weak to move it on my own, so she has to help me, dragging it along behind her and mocking me for my weak, noodle like arms. We take turns drawing water and pouring it over the mattress, to wash out the pee stain, and eventually tilt the mattress against the wall to dry. I spend the next hour scrubbing laundry with soap in the hot water- every time I think I am done, Mistress brings another pair of clothes, or another sheet, for me to clean. By the time I'm done, my arms are screaming with ache, and I have to sit on a bench and rest. I feel the sun streaming through the trees landing on my face, warming my body. I can hear the chirping of birds, and the rustling of wind through the trees. I don't know where we live, as I am not learned in the maps of the Alliance, but I know it is somewhere nice. The air is clean, and the heat is temperate. We live alone, out in the woods. I'm used to it- I've been used to living by myself for a long time. But I don't live by myself anymore- I live with Mistress. I love her. Even though I am afraid that she might snap and decide to kill me, given what I am responsible for, I still love her. I do not live in perpetual fear any longer. Nobody comes to throw rotten fruit at me, or to harass me and call me names. Mistress calls me names all day, of course, but I feel as if I deserve it. It is not a bad life, I think to myself, as I rest in the late morning sun. I am fed and protected, I sleep in a comfortable bed. I am warm and taken care of. I am protected... Mistress protects me. She's so strong... stronger than I could ever be. She wouldn't ever need something like the Black Words. Her arm and her sword, her gun is well enough. As I take a break from work, so does she. I watch her, standing twenty paces from the house, down at her range. Levelling her rifle at a clay target hanging in a tree- she fires once, and the target shatters into a million pieces. I'm impressed. I've tried to shoot a gun before- we make them, after all, so I was curious as to how they worked. It's hard- very hard- they're heavy things, and aiming with them is difficult. The scopes we put on them help a great measure, but I still can't hit anything but the trees behind my target. Mistress is much more skilled than I. Though I revere her for her talent, a curiosity gnaws at me. As she returns to the home with one of our hand-crafted rifles slung over her back, I ask- "Why do you use that?" And she stops, glancing down at me. Her eyes are piercing, and I feel like she wants me to explain further. "I-I mean... Why do we... why do we make these? You- you're Kaldorei, aren't you? Why do you use a gun, instead of a bow?" She takes the weapon off her shoulders, looking down at it, running her fingers along it affectionately. I swallow back my jealousy, wishing she would touch me like that. "A bow is a bow," She explained. "A piece of wood with a string. Depending on the tensile strength of the string, the feathering and sleekness of the arrow, and the craftsmanship of the wood, a bow can be a powerful tool. We Kaldorei make the finest bows in Azeroth. Your people and your paltry bows are pathetic, compared to ours." I was used to insults about my species, so I grimaced and nodded, letting her continue. "But, a rifle is a different thing. A bow can only be made so perfect. Our bows are near perfect creations, and they grow closer to that level of perfection every new generation of craftsmen we have. But a gun... I can tell, that this weapon- this weapon has centuries of refinement ahead of it. It is far more complex. The machinery that goes into it- the factors that improve the aim, stability, and stopping power of this weapon- the potential, compared to our bows, is nearly unlimited. I know that it is only a matter of time until these weapons become the norm- until these rifles outstrip the performance of our bows by miles. This weapon, slave-" She held it up, shaking it at me, to emphasize her point. "This weapon is the future. And I have a long, long future ahead of me, after all." She then put her weapon down, but not before popping it open and removing the shell inside. That was one of the things she taught me, weapon safety- to never leave a rifle loaded, anywhere. As well as other things, like not pointing it at anything you wouldn't want to accidentally shoot. Pocketing the round in it, she stepped over to where I was sitting, looking down at me with stern, scornful eyes. "You, however-" She said, stomping her foot on the bench next to me. She grabbed me by the hair, and forced my face against her groin. "Who knows when your future might end? It might be a decade, it might be tomorrow. Your very life hangs on my whim, slave," She told me, grinding her hips against my face. "Yes Mistress," I said obediently, muffled by her crotch- she let me go, stepping off the bench, and grabbed my hand. She took me inside, and we had sex again, for the second time that day. Later, I was busy dusting the shelves in the workshop. I hadn't thought about it all day before, but a pressing need was at the forefront of my mind. It had only been a few hours, but I needed to relieve myself, badly. Whimpering, I held my hand firmly between my legs, continuing to clean with my other hand. I shouldn't have needed to go so soon, it didn't make sense- but I felt the pressure building in my bladder, and a telling gurgling in my stomach. Still, I was resolved to hold it. Mistress had commanded me, so I would hold it. I had to! But, I was getting incredibly desperate. I kept having to stop my work, groaning and holding myself between the legs. I wouldn't pee, I couldn't... Mistress commanded me not to wet myself! My pants were finally dry again after all this time, I couldn't ruin them now... I had to sit the duster down and squeeze myself, doubling over at the waist, thighs clenched together and knees bent in desperation. "My oh my, does someone need the potty?" I heard a call from the entrance to the workshop- Mistress was leaning in the doorframe, watching me shamelessly hold myself like a little girl. I blushed brightly. "Y-...yes," I murmured with embarrassment, unable to meet her gaze. "Very well then," she said with a mischievous smirk. "You may use the bathroom. That is, if you can get in." She followed me as I hobbled and potty-danced my way over to our home's singular bathroom. Still holding myself between the legs, I looked up in astonishment at what had become of our bathroom door. It looked like a safe, or something- it was made completely out of metal, and covered with locks and puzzles and all sorts of things. "Wh- what is this? When did you have it installed?" I asked. "When you were sleeping," Mistress said, reaching over and handing me a keyring. "Here's the keys. Best get to solving it, hmm? Remember, if you have an accident, I'm going to whip you raw." I stared down at the keys in my hand, and then back at the complex lock on the door, momentarily forgetting my desperation. I understood very quickly that this was a challenge Mistress expected me to fail. It stung my pride, what little I had left of it- My mind was my last sanctuary, my bastion. I was weak, cowardly, pathetic, but I always considered myself to be clever. All these years of working with tools and gadgets- I should be able to solve something like this! A pang of desperation wracked me, and I moaned and held myself between the legs, whimpering and looking at the door. I would have to solve it- that's all there was to it. I feared the whipping I was promised, so I held on tightly, refusing to wet, and set about solving the door. The first puzzle on the door was a sliding picture puzzle. Simple enough to solve, given enough time, but the amount of time I had was determined by the strength of my bladder. Holding it was becoming painful, I was so desperate. I slid the panels quickly, making more mistakes than I should have because of how badly I needed to go. As all the pictures lined up in place, I blushed with embarrassment, realizing that the completed picture was of me, quivering and wetting my pants. I remembered that incident- Mistress had taken a picture of it. I never imagined that this would be what she used it for. Next was a number puzzle- a series of switches that I needed to pick that added up to a certain total. This one was a little more complex, but not beyond me- the pressure in my bladder and the rumbling in my gut made it harder than it should have been. I fumbled with the keyring I had been given, a spurt of pee escaping into my panties. I clenched my thighs tightly, willing myself to hold on. A little trickle started to flow from me, but I cut it off quickly- I could feel two hot, wet crescents form under my ass cheeks. One by one, I figured out which key went to which lock, based on their size and shape. Out of the seven keys on the ring, I used six for this part. From the look of it, there was only one more puzzle to solve- a sequence of gears. I stared befuddled at the challenge before me, not sure how it worked- turning the gears randomly, trying to see if I could figure it out based on the shape or noise that they made. Eventually I realized that they all needed to be turned and locked together in a specific pattern, as the desperation to relieve myself wracked me. Mistress was watching over me the whole time, her lips pulled back into a vicious cheshire grin, glancing down at my bottom. "Tsk tsk," She chided me. "Are you leaking? It looks like you're a little wet. Didn't I tell you not to have an accident? It's as if you want me to whip you." She reached down and started to feel my bottom, grabbing and squeezing one of my asscheeks, and I whimpered and clenched my thighs together. The need to go was overwhelming, getting worse now that I knew I was so close to opening the door. My stomach gurgled, and a sharp pang of desperation hit me, and I cried out, bending my knees and holding myself between the legs. I thought I was going to lose it, but instead, a noisy PRRAAAPPTT escaped me, and the blush on my cheeks grew even brighter. I uncontrollably farted. My eyes were wide and my mouth hung open, trembling as I tried to right myself. "Ah!" I cried out, and another noisy FRRRRTT! came from my backside, as I dipped my bottom down. I was utterly humiliated- I shouldn't have been, given that I wet and pooped my pants on a daily basis, but I had never farted in front of Mistress before. The stink made my eyes water, and Mistress laughed at me. "Ahahahaha! Ugh, what a nasty little whore you are! Are you about to shit yourself, huh? Passing gas like that... pee-yew, that stinks!" She mocked me by pinching her nostrils shut and waving her hand to disperse the smell. "N-no, no, I--" I stammered to try to make an excuse for myself, but I only just ended up farting again. FRRRRPPTTT!! My knees were quaking and knocking together, my toes curling and uncurling in my shoes, but I was still able to hold on, and focus on the challenge. I turned each gear as I thought they should fit together, shifting and moving them into place. Finally, I thought that I had it- so I inserted the final key into the lock, and tried to turn it. But, it wouldn't go. I must not have solved it correctly- I frantically looked back at the puzzle, trying to twist and alter the gears into what might be the correct configuration. My face was hot with a blush of urgency, eyes squinted and lips pursed as I held on desperately, not understanding why it didn't work. Mistress didn't make it any easier, either- her hand kept caressing my butt, squeezing and patting my asscheek. Her other hand slid up my belly, to the collar of my shirt, starting to unbutton it. Her hand went into my shirt, fingers firmly tracing across my breast, starting to squeeze and grope me, pinching my tit between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh slave, you're so close, you aren't going to fail here, are you?" I couldn't stop clenching my thighs together, I was so utterly desperate. I kept trying different combinations, but no matter what I did, the key wouldn't turn. A whimper escaped me, and I frantically kept trying to turn the key, as if somehow it would unlock. My mind wasn't working anymore- I was overwhelmed by my need to relieve myself. "A-ah...!" I suddenly felt hot, wet warmth spreading across my crotch, and soaking down the back of my legs. I couldn't hold it anymore- I was wetting my pants. My thighs quaked and I tried desperately to hold on, emotions running wild inside my head. The sensation was electric- relief growing as the wet patch soaked further and further down the back of my thighs. Tingling, blissful pleasure at Mistresses touch, the way she cupped and squeezed my breast, rubbed and groped my bottom as I peed my pants. I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I farted- at least, I thought it was a fart, but it wasn't. Hot, messy filth burst into my panties, a small mound in the seat of my white pants that quickly started to stain brown. I remember that I was crying at this point- I felt so ashamed, even though this had happened time and time again. I couldn't do it, I wasn't smart enough to solve the puzzle. It was like Mistress always told me, I was just a stupid, pants-wetting, incontinent slut. I realized at this point that I had never done this before- I had never held my pee until I uncontrollably wet myself. All those times where I would get too distracted with my work and not realize I had to pee, and ended up wetting myself- I had just given up, been unwilling to deal with the pain of a full bladder. I realized now that I had been wetting myself on purpose for a long time, and this was the first time I truly, truly lost control. "Aww... looks like my adorable little slave is having an accident in her pants!~" Mistress taunted me, smacking me on the bottom as I peed. I soaked my pants all the way down to my socks, before I managed to regain control. I'm not sure why I was so insistent on trying to hold it, at this point- I had utterly pissed myself, a solid wet patch going all the way down the insides of my thighs and the back of my legs, a tidemark rising up my butt, a diamond of wetness across the front of my lap, still hot, wet, glistening in the afternoon sunlight. My eyes were red from crying, my mascara streaked all down my cheeks- I was a mess, a filthy, pathetic little elf who had wet her pants. I watched, whimpering and sniffling back tears, as Mistress reached past my shoulder, and put all the gears into place. It was the first combination that I had tried- I looked on in confusion as she reached for the key... and twisted it the other direction, counter-clockwise. That was it- that was the mistake I had made. I couldn't believe how stupid I was, swallowing back my tears as I watched Mistress push the door open. There it was, the toilet- I was standing not two paces away from it, and I had an accident. My stomach churned, and I realized that I wasn't done yet, so I rushed into the bathroom, but Mistress stopped me. She snatched my wrist, forcing me to turn around, and look at her. I expected to see that scornful, amused, cruel look on her face, but she looked different for some reason. She was smiling... even her eyes smiled with her, looking at me like I was precious. I opened my mouth and stammered dumbly, not even able to form a coherent word, and she pulled me up against her body. Chest to chest, face to face, she held me against her. She tilted her head down, and she kissed me. She was kissing me... deeply, passionately, something she almost never did. Our tongues writhed together, her hand running up my back and shoulders. My knees shook again, and I suddenly started to leak, a dribble of urine that picked up into a full force pants wetting. I could feel my pee welling up in the narrow space between the gusset of my panties and the crotch of my pants, gushing down the inside of my legs. There was a cold sweat on my brow, as I clenched and unclenched my asscheeks, fighting the growing urge as best as I could, my eyes squinted shut into this wonderful, blissful kiss. I put my hands on Mistress's shoulders, holding onto her like I might fall if I didn't. The moment I did that, I lost control of my bowels, and pooped my pants, with a filthy, noisy ppprrbblhhttt! It all came rushing out of me, a hot, sticky, filthy mess filling the seat of my pants. They stretched and tented to accommodate the growing load. Mistress rubbed my bottom and cupped her hand, feeling the growing mound of shit in my panties. I moaned into our kiss, legs trembling, as I full force, completely pissed and shit my pants. It was incredible- I had never felt a sensation like this, to be so incredibly desperate and then to suddenly feel this blissful relief. Hot pee spreading across my lap, hot, messy poop filling my pants- I thought I might climax then and there. Mistress rubbed and patted the enormous bulge of filth in my pants. I had never pooped this much in my life- there was no way that this was natural, Mistress must have done something to me. Something in my morning porridge, maybe. Either way, the seat of my pants sagged, completely stained brown, so full of poop my waistband was pulled away from the small of my back. My pee stream tapered off as my bladder fully emptied, standing in a big yellow puddle, and I completely relieved my bowels. I was trembling, tears still leaking out of my eyes, as Mistress pulled away and looked down at me again- that expression of adoration quickly turning into her usual, condescending, amused smirk. I whimpered and shrank back, feeling small under her gaze. "Look at you," she taunted me. "What did you do?" I swallowed and attempted to stop my helpless blubbering, using my sleeve to wipe at the tears running down my cheek. "I- I had an accident," I muttered ashamedly. "That's right. RIGHT in front of the toilet. Right in my arms, you had a huge accident." The fanatic obsession returned to me, as I became circularly trapped in my own head about it. "I- I wet-- I w-wet my pants... I peed... I soaked and soiled my pants... I pooped myself... used my pants as a toilet... crapped my panties..." I kept muttering to myself, not even noticing as Mistress put her hands on my shoulders, and pushed me down onto my knees. She unbuttoned her fly, pushing her pants and panties down to the floor, not seeming to care that they were getting in my pee puddle. She pulled on her labia with two fingers, and started to urinate on me. She aimed her pee stream so that it arced into my lap. I could feel her hot wetness soak into my pants and drip down between my legs, flood all across my engorged, tingling pussylips. She arced her stream up and down, so that one moment she was peeing on my lap, the next she was peeing on my breasts. Mistress rolled her head back, draping her beautiful maroon hair down her shoulders. "Ahhhh... that's so much better. Mmm, I needed to use you for awhile... I think I might just have this toilet uninstalled. You can just pee and poop your pants, and I'll piss on you." My eyes lit up instantly. I hadn't realized how far my depravity had fallen, that I was so excited for this. "Yes Mistress! Yes, please! Please pee on me!" I cried out, reaching up and starting to unbutton my shirt, so that she could urinate on my bare chest. "Oh, you like that, hmm? Do you love Mistress's piss?" She scoffed at me, smirking and laughing at my degeneracy. I blushed furiously, and nodded, making my own pissy bed and laying in it. "Y-yes Mistress, I love your piss," I murmured. It reeked so badly in this room, I thought I was going to choke... the smell of hot, freshly peed in pants, my shirt soaked with Mistress's pee, my pants filled to the brim with poop. I realized then that even though it stank, I enjoyed it- I enjoyed the smell of being forced to kneel in my own accident. Mistress snatched me by the hair, yanking my face towards her pussy. She forced my head against her groin, and continued to urinate into my mouth. "Drink," She commanded me, just like the first day we had met. Except this time, I was all too willing to drink- I gladly lapped it up, eyes closed, scooting closer on my knees, my enormously poopy pants waddling back and forth from the action. "Oooohhh... yes... mmm, yes... lick," She commanded me, and I licked. Urine ran all over my chin and dripped down onto my chest, as I pleasured Mistress while she peed. She was peeing quite a lot... perhaps even more than I had wet myself. And she remained totally composed the whole time- it ashamed me, made me feel more pathetic, that I had totally lost bladder control and Mistress was holding more pee than me, calm and self-assured. I slid my hands up the back of Mistress's thighs, to hold onto her while I orally pleasured her. Her pee stream tapered off, and in a matter of seconds, I was licking and lapping up cum instead of urine. Greedily squeezing the back of her toned, muscled thighs, while I messily swirled my tongue inside of her. Before I met Mistress, I didn't even know I was a lesbian- now, I adore every chance I get to lick her pussy. It was like a gift, a blessing that this powerful, indomitable woman would allow me to even touch her, let alone give her an orgasm, which I was very intent on. I'm proud to say that in the three months I've met Mistress, I've given her an orgasm at least four times a week. Well, I should be proud, but that's nothing compared to her- I climax multiple times a day because of her. "Mmmm, yes... oh, you naughty, filthy little slut, yes, just like that... mmmnnn, look at you, kneeling in your own piss puddle, pants full of shit, you dirty, incontinent little whore..." I could tell she was getting into it. Mistress had her own sense of oral fixation- whenever she was getting close, she insulted and cursed at me more and more. My stomach suddenly churned again, and I felt that urge- I didn't even bother attempting to resist it. I popped my bottom out, and shamelessly shit my pants with a frraappphht! I couldn't believe it, it was so much- I had pooped my pants so much, it was actually forcing its way down the back of my soaking wet thighs, my waistband pulled two inches from my back. Mistress gasped and bucked her hips, gripping my hair tightly and writhing her hips against my face. "Oooohh! Oh yes! Oh you dirty bitch! Mmmnnn, yes, oh yes, oh you fucking worthless pants-messing whore! Ah, ah-- ahh!!~" One messy, gushing orgasm later, Mistress was dragging me by the ear back to her room. She pulled open her drawer of punishment devices, and pulled out the locking belt- I held my hands up and out of her way as she yanked it through my belt loops and pulled it tight, locking it. The gap in my waistband was gone now, and I was locked into these bulging, soaked, shit filled pants. I would be staying in them as long as Mistress wanted- which also meant that I would be wetting my pants every time I needed to pee. Mistress tore off my shirt, leaving me topless, my pale pink breasts bouncing free. That was one thing that I had... Mistress had good breasts, but mine were a bit larger. This apparently pleased her, though, because she never missed a chance to fondle my boobs. She was doing it now, looking me over, cupping one of my breasts and patting the mound in my pants with the other. "Goddess, you really shit your pants, huh?" I wanted to deny it, or say something to try and defend myself, but when I opened my mouth, the only words that came out were "I love you". Mistress glared down at me, expression quickly turned sour, and smacked me across the head. She had hurt and punished me a lot, but for some reason, that smack felt more real than the others, and I wanted to cry, whimpering and backing down. "Would you stop fucking doing that!?" She yelled at me. With a sneer of disgust, she grabbed my wrist, turned me around, and shoved me against the wall, forcing my wrists into the restraints and locking them there. This was the same wall where Mistress's draenei 'friend' had pooped herself in terror at being whipped. Which meant that for me... "N- no, no please- no Mistress, please, please--" I begged her, pulling on the restraints, wetting my pants in terror, bladder having already begun to fill again. I felt the hot wetness run along my crotch and splatter on the floor, dripping off the huge mound of poop in my pants. "Shut the fuck up, you degenerate slut! What did I tell you before, hmm? That you'd get a whipping if you peed your pants! And what did you do?" I tugged harder trying to escape the restraints as a terrified sob came from me. "I wet my pants! I did! I wet myself and pooped my pants! Please Mistress, please!" I cried out in agony as I felt the first harsh smack across my back. Only... it wasn't as bad as I thought. She wasn't using her regular whip, this was a nine-tailed whip. It was painful, yes, but not nearly as painful as I expected. I kind of felt... good. "Ahh!" I screamed as she whipped me again. And again, and again... the small of my back was glowing pink from the continued whipping. She paused for long enough to come up behind me, slide her hand up my stomach and grope my breast, leaning in and licking my cheek. "Does that hurt, slave? Hmm? Wetting your pants again? Gonna cry, like a little baby bitch?" She taunted me, tilting her head up and biting my ear. She didn't break the skin, but it certainly hurt, and I screwed my eyes shut and whimpered, feeling my bladder spasm and gush what little had filled it into my pants once again. Then, the whipping continued. Gradually, I became used to the tingling sensation of pain. Degraded, helpless, tortured... my hot, pissy pussy tingled with the need for attention. As if reading my mind, at this point, Mistress paused her punishment and undid my locking belt, just for long enough to nestle a little egg vibrator up against my clitoris. Re-locking the belt again, she dialed it on to a low setting with the remote, and resumed whipping me. The more she whipped me, the higher the setting went- pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain- It was so much, combined with all my other emotions, I was beginning to forget which was which, and associate the two together. Mistress paused, dialing the setting up, and took my cheek, forcing my head to turn. She kissed me again- that same hungry, deep, passionate kiss from before- as my legs shook and my toes curled, I was oozing cum into my panties, practically frothing at the mouth. Then, it came. I had been hoping it wouldn't, but it did. The whip- her real whip. Searing hot pain shot across my back and I screamed- literally shrieked in agony- and had an incredible, overwhelming orgasm. I was so worn out I just hung against the wall, limp, held up only by the restraints. Mistress dialed the vibrating toy down to 'off', returned her tools to the drawer and let me go, and I immediately fell- but she caught me. I was wobbly on my feet, as she helped me, step by little step over to her bed. She laid me down on it, on my side- so that I wouldn't get my poopy butt on her sheets- and laid next to me. She pulled me into her arms, cuddling me affectionately. She tilted my chin back, and kissed me. We laid together like that for at least fifteen minutes, but it felt like an eternity of heaven for me. I couldn't even smell my dirty pants anymore. She kissed me, over and over. She rubbed my sore back and patted my messy bottom. She slid her leg between my thighs. It was as if all my dreams were coming true this day. Her kisses had been rare before, but now I was getting all of them. Tender and sweet, sloppy and lusty, all kinds of kisses- we made out the entire time, as I caught my breath. "Now it's time for work," She told me and patted my butt again as she helped me up off the bed, and directed me to my workshop, where I make my gears and interlocking bolts. I knew what was coming, it had happened before, but I still couldn't quite get used to it- I grimaced as she made me sit on my work bench, sit right in my poopy mess, smear it all over my butt and fill my ass crack and smoosh down my thighs. She locked my ankles into place, dusted her hands off, and left me to my work. I did what I could, but work was coming slowly, because I couldn't get over the stink filling my nostrils and the uncomfortable sensation of sitting in pants absolutely bulging with poop. Not to mention, every once in awhile, Mistress randomly turned on the remote egg vibrator, interrupting my work and making me bend double over the table. A short while later, she returned, wearing pants once again. "Am- am I done?" I asked, twisting my body to look up at her, but she didn't say anything. All she did was come over to me, and unbutton her pants. She dropped them around her ankles, stepping out of them, and she put her foot up on the bench next to me. She pulled her labia back, and proceeded to pee on me, again. For the third time today, she was peeing on me... piss splattered all over my chest, ran down into my pants and warmly soaked them once again. I shuddered with delight, and in response, Mistress thumbed the switch and turned on my vibrator. I moaned whorishly, squeezing my thighs together. About a minute later, she was finished, and without a word, she put her pants back on, and left. About two hours later, my bladder was full, so I wet my pants. There was nothing I could do about it. What surprised me was how easily it happened- usually when I wet myself Mistress forces me, or I have to try a little. But this time, I soaked my pants like I was sitting on the toilet, without any effort. My urine poured over the edges of the bench, splattering and making a puddle underneath me. "Mmmmmnnn..." I moaned tenderly at the relief and warmth. I felt a hand caress my hair, and looked up- Mistress was there. I hadn't heard her come in- she just came and went wherever she wanted, silent as a ghost. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Good girl," She said to me. Her breath smelled of wine... that worried me a bit. I'd never seen her intoxicated before. Just like the last time, she unbuttoned her pants, dropped them, put her leg up on the bench, and pissed on me. I was getting used to it now, so it didn't even interrupt my work- Mistress casually just using me as a toilet while I carved out grooves and ground stones into dust. She tousled my hair affectionately as her stream tapered off, and she pulled her pants back up, and left me to my work. This continued to happen throughout the night. It was wonderful- Mistress peeing on me so much. I hadn't realized how much I enjoyed it, before. She was starting to come in and pee on me more frequently- I wet myself every few hours. Each time Mistress came in, she seemed increasingly more intoxicated. It was growing close to the evening, and Mistress hadn't come in to pee on me in awhile. I was a bit concerned, given how she had been drinking, so I wanted to go check on her. Locking me into my bench was more of a formality, really, because with all my tools in front of me, it was simple to simply take the leg restraints apart and free myself. So, I did, standing up and shuddering as the weight of my poopy pants fell away from my bottom. Ffffsssshhhhhhhhhhh... I heard the tell-tale sound of pee hissing against already wet fabric coming from me, looking down in surprise. Urine re-soaked my white jeans, gushed across my lap, ran down the back of my thighs, dripped off my messy bulging pants. "I- I'm peeing..." I murmured to myself in surprise- I had grown so used to using my pants as a toilet that I just started to pee, without even noticing I had to go. I stood there for half a minute, holding my hand against my groin and re-wetting my pants. The floor of my workshop was soaked with pee puddles- though I did work with fluids often, so there was a drainage hole in the middle of the shop. Later on I would have to come in and rinse everything down. I wet myself quite a bit when I craft parts for Mistress's rifles, so I was used to the routine. As the last drops of pee gushed into my pants, I started to move and make my way into the house, to check on Mistress. I was rightfully worried about her. She didn't seem to be hurt, but she also didn't seem to be in any kind of state to help herself. I found her heavily intoxicated, sitting in her favorite chair, head rolled back and snoring. I giggled a little bit- it was cute, not to mention, Mistress didn't usually snore. Sleeping like that would clearly strain her neck, so I came over and touched her thigh, giving her knee a little shake. "Mistress... Mistress, are you okay?" I asked her in a tender, quiet voice, as not to startle her. She groaned and rolled her head forward, almost falling off the chair- I caught her before she could fall forward. "Whas... uhh... huh? Wha're you doin baby? Uughhh... baby... heh, you're such a baby... little piss pants." Of course- even intoxicated out of her mind, she wouldn't stop insulting me. "Y... yes Mistress, I wet my pants." "You stink," she mocked me, laughing at me and slouching back into her chair. "Y-yes, yes Mistress, I stink. How much did you...?" I asked, before I looked down at the ground, seeing two and a half empty bottles of wine. I raised my eyebrows, shocked that I was even able to wake her up after that much. "Why did you drink so much, Mistress?" I asked her, concern tinging my voice. "I hah... ta think... 'bout summnh..." She waved her hand at me to dismiss me, try and shoo me away, but I just came back and caught her shoulders. "Well... um... maybe you should get to bed," I suggested, and she nodded her head in agreement. "Can you walk?" I asked her. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, pushed on the arms of her chair, and tried to stand up- only to fall back down into the chair. "Uhhhh... no." Grimacing, I took Mistress's hand and helped her up the best I could. She was a tall, muscular woman, which made her considerably heavier than me. She could pick me up and carry me over her shoulder- something she had literally done before- but I couldn't budge her at all by myself. Luckily, she was coherent enough to lean on me, and we gradually made our way down the hallway to her bedroom, holding her arm across my shoulders and letting her use me as a crutch. We were halfway there, when I heard that sound again. That unmistakable hhhhsssssssshhhhhhh... I looked down at my lap, shocked. How could I possibly be wetting myself again, already? There was no way! But, I didn't see anything. No glistening spreading across my lap, no rivulets dripping between my legs. It couldn't be... I looked over to my left. I wasn't wetting myself. It was Mistress. Mistress was wetting her pants. She had gotten so intoxicated, she was wetting herself, soaking her dark violet pants. I watched in astonishment as glistening wetness soaked down the inside of her thighs, pee streams falling between her legs like little waterfalls. The hissing noise of her peeing combined with the splattering sound of pee puddling on the wooden floor. It was a full on, complete accident, and I watched rapt with attention as Mistress pissed her pants for a full minute straight. It was... incredible. It felt like the first time Mistress made ME wet my pants, I was unbelievably turned on. I hadn't ever realized that I wanted to see this, but I did. "M... Mistress... you... um... you're... wetting yourself." She looked down at her lap as if only just now realizing, putting her hand against her crotch. "Uuughh... fuck," She murmured. I couldn't tell if she was blushing, or if her face was just red from drinking. "Now I'm a piss-pants like you, too." I shook my head and continued to help Mistress along, diverting her instead to the washroom, praying that she hadn't re-locked that ridiculously difficult puzzle door. "N-no, I... you... um, you have an excuse... it was an accident... I- I'm much worse than you, I pee my pants every day. Look, I pooped my pants, remember? I'm- s-still wearing them." She looked down at me and smirked, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and intoxication. "Oh yeah... hah, you did... mmmnn..." She let go of my shoulders and reached down to pat my bottom, firmly pressing on my dirty pants, squishing it against my butt, and I grimaced again. "Look at you... sexy little shit-pants slut..." "L-lets not get distracted," I tried to coax her, reigning her in and taking her arm again to lead her to the bathroom. I helped her to strip down first, and got her into the tub, where I started to fill it with hot bathwater. Meanwhile, I had to trudge my poopy ass through the house to Mistress's room, to get the key for my belt. When I came back, she had draped her arms alongside the tub and was moaning at the feeling of hot water starting to wash over her legs, rolling her head back. "Mmmnn, tha's good," She muttered to herself. I, on the other hand, had to use my own... special 'potty station'. It wasn't like a bath tub- It was kind of like a shower, but with a hose that had a narrow nozzle. A firm stream came from it that I would use to wash myself down in my little glass and porcelain chamber, watching as my mess went down the large drain, glad to finally be free of the oppressive, messy, soaking wet pants. I rinsed out my pants the best that I could, and left them to hang on a hook in the chamber. I blushed at the sight of them, the pure white fabric totally stained brown and yellow. We'd have to bleach them, again... I sighed, and turned to leave Mistress to her bath, when she reached out and snatched my wrist. "Come in with me," She told me. Sharing a bath with Mistress... I blushed with shyness. I'd never done it before, and the idea definitely pleased me. "If... if you want," I murmured, and gingerly came over, stepping into the bath tub. It was big enough for the both of us, and I was able to sit between Mistress's ankles, sighing happily as I felt the hot water rise around my butt, a welcome change from hot pee soaking my butt. Mistress snatched up my foot, picking it up and starting to rub and squeeze it, like it was a toy for her to play with. "Mmmn... your feet aren't so bad," She thought aloud as she examined them. "Th... thank you," I blushed at the compliment. "I like feet too, you know... on top of... the other stuff," She said, sounding just a little more coherent. "The... other stuff..." I parroted back at her, shifting uncomfortably on my butt. We had never explicitly talked about it- our interests, what pleased us. I had figured out by now that Mistress likes to punish me and make me wet myself, obviously, but I wasn't sure what else there was- and I was completely unsure of what pleased ME. This was all new territory for me. "I um... I would like it... if you made me um, wear... um..." She pinched her fingers against my foot, starting to rub her thumb along the bridge of it, massaging it. "Go on, say it." "Um... wear... diapers." She chuckled at me, raising her eyebrows. "More diapers, huh? Ok. Then you're going to have to go buy them." My face went bright red with embarrassment. "M-me!?" I said, and she laughed at me again. "Oh, are you too shy? How do you think I feel going out and buying adult diapers for women? People think they're for me, sometimes." That made me blush even brighter, as I remembered what had happened, out in the hallway. I twiddled my fingers together as the water rose up to my hips, staring down between my legs. "About... about that..." I murmured. "Oh?" Mistress asked, again raising her eyebrow. I was worried- she was being uncharacteristically calm with me. Usually, that meant a mood swing was right around the corner. If I made her mad... But I still wanted to say it. "I... liked it..." "What did you like?" She asked, putting my one foot down and starting to massage the other. "When you, um... when you... peed." "I peed a lot today," She said with a shrug, and I shook my head. "No, I mean... when you... in the hallway..." Mistress narrowed her eyes sharply at me, holding my foot still. I trembled under the might of her gaze. Even intoxicated like this, I'm sure I would never be any kind of match for her. I thought she was going to punish me, when her face broke into a smirk, and she started to laugh. "Really? I see!" She said, still laughing at me. I chuckled along nervously, glad that I had apparently amused her instead of incurring her wrath. She braced her feet and arms against the tub, and lifted her hips out of the water- and peed, gushing an arc of urine onto my chest. "Don't forget your place, slut," She warned me good naturedly. But I was feeling rebellious today... I decided it was my turn. I lifted my own hips out of the water, pursed my lips and gave a push... and peed on Mistress. She stared at me again with that furious expression, but ended up sputtering and laughing at me. "Oh, is that revenge for all the times today?" She asked me. I blushed and nodded, and she answered me by peeing a spurt on me again. So, I peed on her, again. We did that back and forth with what little remained in our bladders, giggling at each other. I was so happy- it felt like I was really trying to connect with her. It was a shame that she had to be drunk for it to happen, but still... I was happy. She helped me wash my back and I helped her with hers. By the time we were done she was just slightly sobered up enough to walk on her own, towling off her hair. She tossed it into the hallway laundry basket and stumbled into bed. I managed to get her to roll over enough to tuck her blanket up over her shoulders. She was so strong, but in this moment, she looked so tender to me. I had never seen this side of her. I bent down, to kiss her on the cheek. She had punished me two times already for this, but I couldn't help it- I felt so strongly about it, that I just had to say it again. "I love you," I murmured to her. To my surprise, she just rolled over and groaned tiredly, and replied "You, too." I stared down at her and my heart soared in my chest. I felt like a little girl having her first crush again. I was too shy and awkward to stay, so I left her like that, blowing out the candles and retreating to my own room, dressing in my silky pink pajamas and getting into bed. I was so giddy, full of adrenaline, and it took me nearly an hour to get to sleep. The next morning, I awoke to the sunlight streaming through my curtains, the birds chirping, wind gently rustling through the trees outside my window. I awoke to a dry bed, for once, and stretched and yawned, pulling the sheets off and rolling out of bed. Since I didn't wet the bed, I had to pee, and needed to brush my teeth anyway, so I headed straight out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom- when suddenly, something was clicked around my neck. Mistress had stalked up behind me, like usual, and had put a collar on me- she walked around in front of me with a smirk, tugging on the leash to make me follow her. My heart pounded with anxiety- had she remembered what happened last night? Was she going to punish me for it? She made me walk with her out into the living room. She cupped my cheek, giving me a few light smacks, more affectionate than painful. "Sit," she commanded me, and I immediately obeyed, getting down on my knees on the floor and looking up at her. She was wearing one of her favorite outfits- tight, form fitting light blue pants and a black and blue corset-like top that had no sleeves and pushed up her chest, giving her a curvier form. She caressed my face, tousled my hair, and turned around, backing herself up to me. She yanked on the leash to force my face against her butt... And she started to pee. Warm urine cascaded over my face and dripped down onto my chest, soaking into my pink silky shirt, and I watched, utterly astounded as the wet patch glistened and spread across Mistress's butt, down the back of her thighs... totally soaking her pants. She was doing it again, Mistress was wetting herself- right in front of me, right in my face. She tugged harder on the leash to force my face against her toned backside. "Ugh, what a disgusting feeling. Is this what you really do every single day? And you like this, hmm? Does the perverted little slave enjoy watching Mistress piss her pants?" "Mmmfff!" I tried to reply, muffled by her butt and her soaking wet pants, the taste of her pee on my lips, the acrid scent of urinated in pants hitting my nostrils. I had come to enjoy this smell, but it was even more incredible knowing that it was Mistress doing it. She wiggled her butt back against my face, as I felt the pee stream running down the back of her legs begin to taper and cut off. "It's so warm and wet, isn't it? Do you like it? Are you aroused, you horny little slug?" She let go of the leash and allowed me to back off, to get a full look at it. At Mistress's shapely bottom and strong thighs, soaking wet with pee. Mistress... Mistress wet herself... for me. She had remembered what I said last night... and instead of being punished, I was being rewarded. "Up," She commanded, tugging on the leash and dragging me up to my feet. My hand shook, and I felt overcome with a desire. "You may touch it," Mistress said, once again reading my mind. I ran my hand up and down her inner thigh, caressed her bottom, in awe of what a wonderful sensation it was, touching her wet ass. She turned around and took my hand, pulling me up against her, chest to chest and face to face. Her other hand went down to my bottom, giving it a smack. "Your turn," She commanded me. "Piss yourself." I was happy to oblige, the floodgates opening up as I willingly peed a steady stream in my silky pink pajamas. They clung wetly to my inner thighs, I felt that wonderful warmth, the rush and the embarrassment of having an accident in front of Mistress. My pee soaked under my butt cheeks, drenched down the inside of my legs and the back of my thighs. I shivered as I felt the rivulets run down my leg and out across my foot. It was so easy... it was getting so much easier to just wet my pants. "Good girl," Mistress cooed at me as she felt me up, squeezed my pissy wet bottom. "That's my adorable little piss-pants elf." Just like yesterday, I started my morning with an accident, and a ravishing, passionate, intense session of intercourse. Later that day, Mistress blessed me with the sight of her wetting her pants two more times, and she even put me in diapers. We could hardly keep our hands off each other- whatever had happened last night, it was as if some kind of wall was broken down between us. I don't know if she forgave me for my crimes, or if she had just forgotten about them, but I felt for the first time that I was more than just her slave, I was her girlfriend. I realized that day, that I wanted to spend the rest of my long, long life, with her.
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  46. May 7th, 2021 2:20pm: emptied bladder 2:40pm: 300ml water 3:05pm: 300ml water 3:25pm: 400ml tea 3:45pm: 300ml water 3:55pm: A slight urge. No discomfort, just very mild pressure 4:20pm: A more noticeable urge now. Starting to get a little distracting. 4:40pm: Decent urge and pressure. Can feel my sphincters beginning to actively work to hold it in 4:45pm: 300ml water 4:55pm: abdomen is starting to feel distended and heavy; squirming a little. Urge is still not overwhelming but I actually feel like I might leak if I don't focus, which is a new experience for me. Granted this is my first intentional hold in quite some time 5:00pm: Starting to get uncomfortable. Will end the hold if/when it becomes painful 5:10pm: Decided to end the hold as I was feeling some pain. Was still holding with sphincter muscles only, no need to press or cross legs, so I am a little disappointed that it got painful before I got truly desperate, but that probably just means I'm out of practice! 💪 Hold duration: 2 hours, 50 minutes Liquid consumed: 1.6L Final bladder volume: 1.0L This little "test" hold has taught me one thing: I need to train! 😆
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  47. I know I've told this story on here before, but I can tell it again. A couple years ago I was driving home from visiting a friend. The drive was supposed to take about four hours, and I didn't pee before I left. I had a water and an iced tea with me in the car. About an hour or so into the drive, I had to go but figured I could hold it. I didn't want to waste time pulling over if I didn't have to. About another hour passed and I was starting to feel pretty full, so I figured I'd pull over soon. Well then I hit traffic. Like full on, standstill, cars on either side traffic. And while I was crawling through this traffic I got DESPERATE. Like, I couldn't remember the last time I had had to pee that bad. I was literally squirming in my seat, one hand desperately holding myself and the other hand holding the steering wheel. I had no idea what I was going to do - if I was alone on the road, I would have pulled over and peed behind my car on the side of the road, but I was literally surrounded by cars. It got to the point where I thought I was going to pee my pants, and I thought about just letting go on purpose because I couldn't see how I was going to get off the road. But then I saw an exit up ahead and decided to go for it. I slowly made my way over and managed to pull off and park at a McDonald's. Even sitting there in the parking lot I wasn't sure if I was going to make it inside, and thought that I might just piss myself in the parking lot as soon as I stood up. But I managed to get inside and thankfully there was no line for the bathroom (I definitely would have lost it if I had had to wait any longer). I frantically unzipped my jeans and just barely managed to sit down before I started peeing like crazy. I thought I was never going to stop, I probably peed for over a full minute. It felt so fucking good, I still can't believe I managed to hold it for that long! Car rides can definitely turn into desperate situations haha.
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  48. One afternoon years ago I was sitting in a hotel lounge waiting for a panorama tour bus. I thought I had much time left until I realised that the wall clock at the desk was half an hour late and the horn I just had heard was the bus's last sign to leave. I hurried outside and caught the bus in the very last second. In the same second I also realised that I already felt quite an urge to pee. I chose a seat in the back of the bus, alone on a 2seater bench. The sightseeing tour lasted for app. 3 hours and already after 1 hour I was close to bursting. I hoped we would get off at some viewpoints but was mistaken. So I sat and suffered and held myself, counting the minutes until we would return. In the end I made it though the tour should not have lasted one second longer. In summary I had held it for over 10 hours.
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  49. So uh, hi. I'm Crim. I wet myself today. A few things you should know before we start. One: I recently had a gender-identity crisis. Well, not even really that. I let other people convince me I was having one (Goddamn you Tumblr people!) i.e I'm really tomboyish sometimes and people on there told me my gender was a boy and I should learn to embrace it. Of course I recently realized that was a load of shit and I didn't like being a full on boy. So if you were one of the like, 3 people who read my "introducing myself" post like...forever ago, that's why I said I was a boy. I'm not. Just to clear that up. Sex: Fem. Gender: Fem. And I'm not about to let anyone else tell me otherwise again. Now with that out of the way, today I did a hold. I never intended to fully wet, yet I did, which is what made today both scary and exciting! Anyone who's seen me post knows I love those Milovana pee holding interactive challenges. I have a huge imagination and get really into it, I don't think I've done a hold without one since I discovered them. Its been awhile since anyone made a new one, so I got into the habit of doing multiple in a single hold, or even two at once, which was the case today. And so there I was, in my room. I drank a few mugs of water and tea and waited for things to move along by watching Scrubs. I don't know what it was about today, whether it was 3 cups of tea's worth of caffiene or the tight jeans I had put on in advance, or just some other random thing, but it moved along REALLY fast. An hour and a half after I started drinking, I was at the fidgeting stage. I couldn't stand still, and sitting had become a real burden. It took me really off guard. I started my challenges and for the first time ever, started posting in the live action thread. It's really unlike me to do that, I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted some company for once. Alas, nobody showed up during my hold. Appearance wise, I was wearing red panties (nothing fancy) and a tight pair of blue jeans. Didn't bother with a shirt, as it was fairly warm today. For you people who are a fan of picturing things, I'm pretty tiny. Short, tiny frame, skinny, pale, long and obviously-not-well-taken-care-of hair. Pretty much the definition of "Get off your computer and go outside." So at this point I had started doing the challenges and tasks, pretty confident that I would do fine, as per usual. I was shaking, and twitching, etc but I felt I could hold on despite the huge pressure in my bladder. But then 10 minutes went by....20 minutes...and before I knew it not only had the pressure nearly doubled, but the challenges were also taking their toll. I could barely believe it. It had all happened so fast. It was to the point I was constantly shaking and had a hand between my legs any time the challenge wasn't preventing me from doing so. It was getting pretty unbearable but I convinced myself there's no way its this bad already, its just your psyche getting out of turn. I wish I was right. Time went on. I dribbled a few times but I felt it was nothing I couldnt handle. I had a grip on this. Until at one point I stopped to type in the live action thread again. Typing of course, requiring both hands. I wasn't too concerned, just crossed my legs as I bent over to type. But mid sentence, I don't know what it was, it must have been the way I moved, but I felt a sudden violent dampness as a huge leak shot down my leg. Before I knew it, my inner leg on my jeans had a wet patch from my crotch to my knee. All I could think was, where the hell did that come from? Keep it together. I probably should have ran to the bathroom right then. You see, I wasn't home alone. and a full blown wetting and its cleanup would be hard to hide/explain to my brother if he just decided to waltz in during those crucial moments. My main plan if he walked in during the hold itself was to quickly pull a blanket over my chest and yell that I wasn't wearing a shirt, which would cause him to scurry off somewhere. Thus, I had planned to use the bathroom before it was too late. Issue was, I'm stubborn. As is usually the objective with holding, I decided since I had regained control after my big spurt, I would wait until the last possible second, not for a moment having the foresight to even think there might be obstacles. It was also that this point I received another huge warning I ignored. You know when your bladder muscles start to fluctuate? Waver? That wobbley feeling, like when you're carrying something heavy in your arms and they start to go all wobbley under the strain against your will? I got that feeling. And I ignored it, because I'm me. Time went by, as did a few more dribbles. But I kept telling myself that it wasn't over yet, that I could go longer. The fresh dampness in my crotch, and the now semi dried patch down my leg would suggest otherwise, but again, stubborn. Then one of the challenges told me the start of my undoing. Every 30 seconds, I had to push on my bladder hard for 5 seconds. And of course, I thought I could do it. Thing is, when I'm pressing on my bladder I don't use my hands. I don't find I can push with the right pressure in the right way to ever make it a feasible threat. So what I do is, I tip my chair back so that its on its back legs, and push my lower abdomen into the top of it. Huge mistake, obviously. The first 5 seconds, I felt my crotch go damp again. A few small spurts. I can do it, I told myself. In the 30 second break between I told myself I had only spurted because I didn't brace properly, and I just had to go into the next push prepared. So 30 seconds passed. And again I tipped my chair back, closed my eyes, braced myself, and leaned into it. With a bit more weight than I intended. A leak. A big leak. The biggest so far. My hand shot down as it left my body, but it was a little too late for that. In that moment I felt the wetness gather in my hand, fall down my leg again, down to my ankle. Some got on the floor. A little spread behind my ass too. I regained control in that split second, but it was also the second that I wasn't going to maintain the control. I couldn't. This was it. But I couldn't risk it, I had already gone too far as it was. My brother could walk in any second, see my wet leg, and ask what the fuck was going on. And so came the moment. The hail mary. I didn't have time to throw on a shirt let alone a bra, so I just had to hope he wasn't in the hallway between my room and the bathroom. There was no time, it was now or never, I could FEEL my control slipping and about to give. I dashed out of my room, one hand between my legs holding on for dear life and one trying to preemptively undo the button of my jeans (And failed, little bugger wouldn't give) And I encountered every holders nightmare. The bathroom door was shut. And locked. I could hear the shower going inside. That son of a bitch. I leaned against the door, my forehead and chest pressing into the wood, my fingernails digging into either side of the door and my back slightly arched, pushing my ass out as my legs slammed together, my knees knocking together over and over. I yelled at him to get out. I yelled that I needed to get in right that second. My fingernails dug deep into the door, scratching as my control slipped, a muffled "Sorry, no can do!" coming from inside the bathroom. I felt it coming. My left hand then alternated between banging on the door, gripping at my crotch, and clawing into the door once more. My chest was heaving against the door, I couldn't bear to open my eyes and look as it started. My crotch grew damp. A spurt, and another, and another. The crotch gripping, the clawing, nothing helped. Squeezed my legs together tighter, still nothing. It was coming out, slowly but steadily. I gripped my left thigh as I felt my pee seep out and crawl down the back of my leg. I tried so hard. Knocking my knees, gripping at everything I could, frantically trying to stop it or slow it down. Shaking, writhing, I felt it continue to pour out and reach the back of my knee. I heard drops hit the floor. This couldn't be happening. Wetting myself after a good hold was one thing, not being able to stop it when it mattered most was another thing entirely. My control was still sort of there, but not nearly enough to stop the flow completely. I felt it spread across my lower ass and inner thigh. The other leg now too, I could feel it running down. Something in that made me lurch, pressing my chest into the door harder. Something about that movement hit my bladder, and suddenly whatever slight control I still had was gone. I gasped loudly as my crotch suddenly grew a lot warmer, as did my inner legs, I could feel the flow go from a creeping dribble into a stream. Of course I grabbed my crotch, but my hand was soaked almost instantly. I let out a cry as I started soaking myself, trying anything and everything. Thigh gripping, moving my legs, crossing them, frantically hopping slightly just trying to get it to stop but the more I tried the harder it all came out. I felt my ass, my legs, everything become completely soaked and warm. A stream was gently but firmly pitter pattering onto the floor, my jeans on my right leg having become far too saturated for it to just climb down my leg itself anymore at this intensity. I fought and cried and yelled and moaned, fighting until the bitter end. But there was no way around it...I was completely and thoroughly wetting my pants, right outside the bathroom against my will like a little girl. As I stopped shaking and bouncing and switching my legs all over the place, my fingers tired from violently gripping at every part of my thighs and crotch I could get ahold of, I just became exhausted. Soaked and defeated, I turned around and slowly slumped to the ground against the door, wetting myself all the way. My bladder had NO control anymore, and I was still going. My mind just blanked out as I sat on the ground, watching my already massive puddle continually expand due to the now very audiable hissing in my jeans. It was by far the greatest wetting I had ever had, and the scary circumstances made it incredibly exciting and erotic. My chest heaved, my breathing heavy as my bladder finished emptying itself. All my mind could process now was the near orgasmic relief and the "Holy shit, that just happened, and it was incredible" type thought. Until my brain finally re-clicked into the sound of the shower going, and realized that the moment my brother opened the door, he'd find me sitting there, naked from the lower waist up, having lost control and peed in my pants in the hallway, everything I was wearing having been completely drenched, with a puddle leading from under me in all directions, and almost to the door opposite me. My stomach dropped so fast. My mind went in all directions, and suddenly I was up, running through the house in my soaking wet jeans, trying to manage to somehow clean this up before my brother got out of the shower. I ran downstairs, grabbed two towels from the laundry, ran back up, and cleaned it up and cleaned it good. Both towels ended up completely soaked. I heard the shower stop. I ran into my room and got my jeans off as fast as I could, and threw them and the towels under my bed as soon as I could. I heard him coming and I was just standing there in my wet panties, all I had time to do was throw on a T-shirt. The big kind I wear to bed. And sit down at my computer desk. He just walked in without knocking, as he does, and asked what all my insane fuss at the door was about. I told him I thought I was late for a get-together and needed my makeup that second, but then realized it was tomorrow and not today. I sat almost frozen, hoping he wouldn't notice my wet legs glistening. I felt the lower black of my shirt get wet as I sat on it in my wet panties, and reaaaally tried not to think about it. Just sat and smiled and blinked and waited for him to accept it and leave, which he did, shaking his head and calling me a nutjob. Then I just sat there in silence and waited for the telltale shut of his bedroom door, meaning he was going in to play COD or something. Once I was sure he was in, I switched out of my wet undies and now slightly damp shirt into jammies, and fished out everything from under my bed and snuck to the laundry room with it. I thought I was scot free until he questioned the wet footprints downstairs. I went beet red and just told him that I had spilt some water earlier and must have stepped in it. He gave me a really questioning gaze and I turned redder, but for a non-omo enthusiast he obviously didn't come to the conclusion any of you would have, and just accepted it and moved on. Anywho, that was my day today. I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback, as writing this stuff out isn't something I do often and I'd love to know what people think. If this is good and I'm good at telling it, I might write about my future experiences as well. Please let me know anything and everything you think! I think I drank too much, I had to go to the bathroom again in the middle of writing this. Now I'll end this, as I tend to ramble and as this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've done, and looking back on it now, incredibly erotic. So I have other needs to take care of. Bye bye!
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