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  1. 16 points
    I have yet to have a true ‘accident’.... the kind where I absolutely cannot hold it another second, can’t do a thing to prevent the first little leak, or the slightly bigger one that follows it, that leads into relentless warmth, spreading through my fingers and down my legs....That’s the kind of accident I want to have.... I always give in....let go before I lose control...but not today. It was a super busy day at work. By the time I got to leave for the hour drive home, I realized I hadn’t peed since about noon, and had gone through a water bottle and the large coke I had with lunch since then. I could just feel the first inkling that it would probably be wise to hit the bathroom before the drive home. Instead, I filled up my water bottle again, hit the drive through and ordered a large coffee. By the time I was about 20 minutes in I was well into the water, and the coffee was just the perfect temperature for sipping. I felt just perfectly full, the kind of full where it feels delicious to squeeze your legs together, maybe sneak a quick little grab in....mmmmmmm....and then I hit traffic..... Given that I was literally driving in the middle of nowhere, traffic like that was completely unexpected, and could never be a good sign....(turns out the highway had been closed, forcing a detour) so after waiting 15 minutes, trapped in a slow moving line (bladder suddenly and fearfully feeling 90% fuller....) I decided to make a u-turn and cut over to another sideroad...which somehow got me turned around and basically back where I started.... I did debate ducking into the gas bar to use the bathroom, but well, I was determined to make it home desperate, and that’s exactly what I did..... The last 20 minutes of the drive were torture and bliss all at once...squeezing my legs, wiggling in my seat, jamming my hand tight in my crotch....mmmm...so fun.... I pee danced into the house and wiggled and squirmed around a bit, before I totally lost my nerve ( to my credit, I only have one good kidney, and I’m fiercely protective of it) and ended up pushing firmly on my extremely firm bladder till I leaked, and then immediately trying to stop it, which was futile, it was basically game over....no matter how hard I clenched or pressed it just kept coming....flooding through my fingers, streaming relentlessly down my legs.....mmmmmmm Soaked from crotch to ankles and standing in a giant puddle, I thought I was done....but as I was mopping up my naughty mess, I started leaking again, and then gushing out another tiny little flood...unexpected and so so sweet.... so not quite a real ‘accident’, but meh, I’m not complaining! 99B200F9-F5B7-4E2E-95A4-9A360257D554.mov 2203219B-C74F-4525-9E1D-FC6044FA605D.MOV
  2. 15 points
    You...You just admitted to sexual assault. What the FUCK is wrong with you?! Your bed is the least of your problems, because apparently you like feeling up drunk knocked out women in their sleep, you sick piece of shit. I don't think I have to explain this permaban. Get the fuck off of omorashi.org, and don't come back. Also apologize to the women in your life while your at it, and if you want to make a day out of it get some goddamn help, or turn yourself into the police, one of the two. Regardless, you are no longer welcome here. Begone with you.
  3. 14 points
    Recent finds on Pornhub, Rebecca Stilles is a cute sex bomb! She's a lot into teasing, daddy-baby thing, feet (lovely videos, if you're into that like me) and dildos. I'm posting here all her pee-related videos, so far. This time I will describe every video itself: it will be much easier to detect which one you want to download instead than downloading blindfolded. WARNING: nudity and masturbation in pretty much all the videos. Ass Worship Turns To Pee Desperation.mp4 (90.2 MB) = my favourite one, this video seems to start as an ass workshipping one (the title is pretty explainatory), as she shows her asshole, but it turns pretty soon in her being desperate to pee and then soiling her pants (mid-lenght). After that she masturbates and get naked. Candid Pee Show.mp4 (50.8 MB) = she pretends to taking some pics of herself in sexy way for someone. She get naked and uses a violet dildo, teasing, before peeing naked in the tub, while snapping pics of her vagina. In-M-My Little Sister's Dreams.mp4 (58.4 MB) = this one is for you, diaper lovers! The initial part of the video is teasing and she being desperate: she calls you big brother and so on. Then she undress and pees her white undies on the toilet. In the end she put on a diaper and uses a bottle of shampoo to masturbate. My Little Sis Loves to Piss.mp4 (30.6 MB) = again: teasing, touching herself, undressing and in the end pissing naked in a little ceramic bowl. Really hot video! My Pussy Up Close With Pee.mp4 (69.8 MB) = the title says it all. This time she has a cameraman: she get undress from really nice lingerie, then masturbates and finally she pees. Ruining My Panties for Big Brother.mp4 (31.8 MB) = teasing, masturbation and teasing again. She uses a dildo. After that she pees her panties and. in the end, she put them in her mouth (not the whole pair of panties though). Sister Pee JOI.mp4 (46.9 MB) = teasing and masturbation. The video starts with her seated at toilet, in a really sexy attire: she encourage you to jack off and she's very provocative. Soon she pees in toilet, without panties (as you can see from the pic). Then the video continues with various scene of masturbation, using a dildo.
  4. 13 points

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    Here's a zip file of 13 different "Desperate Jayne" clips from my collection. Some of the clips contain nudity. A Stranger is Watching She Made Such a Mess Wetting and Orgasm Out of Order Measuring Cup 2 Can You Hold on Too? Bathroom Visit Pee at Pub Watch Me Wait Even Vampires Need to Pee Pain and Pleasure Waiting Her Turn Wetting Her Jeans

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  5. 12 points
    Alright... I'll take the bait and reply here... But, before I get into answering your question, what kind of response did you really think you would get here? From the way your post reads it seems obvious that you know what you did was highly immoral. Did you think that someone was going to tell you that what you did was okay? Or is this just some sort of trolling thing your doing for the lols? What did you honestly think you were going to accomplish with this post? With that said, of course what you did was wrong. Almost any time you have to ad the qualifier, "if the person never finds out," it is wrong. Just because they don't find out, or don't know, doesn't mean it is okay. For example, let us take the sentence, "Is it okay if ___________ as long as she never finds out?" The last part, "as long as she never finds out?" almost never makes whatever the blank was okay. Is it okay if I show my friends nude pictures of my girlfriend as long as she never finds out? Is it okay if I have sex with my friend while she is passed out as long as she never finds out? Is it okay if I spread nasty rumors about my ex as long as she never finds out? The answer to all of these is of course no, it is not okay. You intentionally took steps to make people think something about your wife. Something that would embarrass her, and something that is not true. You did this not only without her consent, but knowing that it was something she would not be okay with. Your only justification is that she may never find out. Besides intentionally doing something that would humiliate her for your own pleasure, it seems like a huge violation of trust. My girlfriend, and hopefully future wife, is the most important person in the world to me. She is the very last person who's trust I would every violate. What you did to your wife I would not do to anyone. It is a violation of the social contract we have with on another. But that you were able to not just violate someone's trust in this way, but have that person be your wife, the one person who just be able to trust you beyond all others, is especially monstrous. It is hard for me to imagine that this is something that you don't already to know. Which brings me back to wondering why you posted this in the first place and what you expected as far as a reply?
  6. 12 points
    Don't fetishize other peoples real traumatic experiences. Locked.
  7. 12 points
    Hehe....at my old job I had many days where I went home commando because I wet my panties....but I’ve only wet my pants commando a few times.... although I will say, wet jeans all pressed up against my pussy....mmmmm I’m not sure why exactly I don’t do it more often lol
  8. 11 points
    Hello everybody. Its been a while since I last posted a story, so I thought I might share an accident that happened this winter. It was around February when this happened. A big snowstorm had blown though, so of course I had to clear the driveway so I could get my car out. The snow was actually halfway up the doors so I knew it would probably take a while. So that morning, I had something to eat and went to the bathroom before going out. I changed out of my pajamas, and into my black spandex catsuit. I know its a weird choice, but its warm, comfortable and would work well under my snowsuit. (I actually didn't plan on wetting myself that day, so it was just a coincidence I wore clothes that would make peeing more difficult.) Anyways, after I put on my catsuit I zipped up my one piece snowsuit, put on my boots, hat and gloves and went outside. It took a while just to get the snowblower out of my driveway because the snow was piled up so high. But I eventually got it out and started clearing the remaining driveway. Probably after a half an hour I got my first urge to pee. But I figured it wouldn't be too much longer so i ignored it. But the feeling was growing fast. After another 15 minutes or so, I really had to pee bad. So I stopped and thought on what I should do. I thought I could just go back inside to pee, but taking off everything would probably take too long. Also I couldn't squat to pee outside cause I was wearing a catsuit. So then I realized the only realistic option was to wet myself right there. I thought about it for a few seconds, but just decided to pee anyways. Nothing wrong with that. So I did. I felt great relief as I felt my pee running down my legs. The pee probably lasted almost a minute. After I finished peeing, I kept on clearing my driveway. It took me almost two hours to clear the whole thing. After I finished outside and put the snowblower away, I went back inside to inspect the damage. After I took off my snowsuit, I saw that my catsuit legs were soaked all the way down. But surprisingly no pee escaped the snowsuit. Most of it was absorbed by the snowsuit and my boots. So I also took off my catsuit, and put them both in the wash. Then walked upstairs to take a shower. I hope you guys enjoyed this story! I know Ive mainly been posting experiences about snowsuits, but don't worry. I will post more leggings accidents as the weather warms up around here.
  9. 10 points
    Hi. Recently, I've been interested in a certain type of story, the simple line story: A group of girls, an occupied bathroom, and the surrounding drama that follows. It's not complex, but I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here goes nothing. Also.. Homage to Rick Dixon, I guess, as he's been one of my favorite writers on here recently. I think my goal here is to flesh out such a story to the maximum capability, so this will be pretty long (and this will be only the first part). I haven't written long-form in a while, so I hope y'all like it. End of the Line: PART 1: "200 miles away. North or South." Last month, once college had finished and our final test had been inputted, a group of friends and I decided that it would be the perfect time to fulfill a promise that we made to ourselves when we were Freshman-- a glorified, down-to-earth, Americana laced road-trip. As we depressed from the laborious Finals week, our attention turned to packing bags, booking hotels, and generalizing directions for what we called a "trip of a lifetime". In fairness, this statement was hyperbole, it was a standard road-trip, New York-to-California, and then back again with gusto and general tourist spirit. But for the four of us, the trip beyond the cramped settlement that is New York to the open land would be refreshing. It was the second day, and the four of us were situated comfortably into a moderately sized SUV, cozying up with the reclining seats, with all the accompanying entertainment being the empty roads and the cell phones that clinged onto the smallest bits of signals before being shut down to the rest of the world. It was boring, and as the sun began to close down on the warm afternoon, we had decided to grab a quick bite to eat (rather than nourishment from the endless foray of packed snacks, as Goldfish cannot sustain forever). At the smallest bit of civilization, the driver pulled into an old-school diner, with a glowing white-and-silver exterior with shining embezzlement and neon signs, all cascading with the smell of pancakes and coffee to impress the craving passengers. We were immune to the aesthetic, and the smells, and the four of us entered into the near-empty restaurant. "Hi y'all, welcome to End of the Line. It'll be four?" The waitress greeted, she was an older women with caked-on makeup upon a wrinkled face and a pony-tail that oft represented someone below her age, still she bounced around with energy, charisma, and a Midwestern charm. After the long day of travelling, our group could only do with a nod, and immediately she piloted us to a large table, glistening, surrounded by strange music memorabilia. "Now, do y'all need anything?" "We'll have waters." I started, which caused a slight grimace on the face of the waitress, what's up with that? I thought. Either way, she smiled at me and assured the group that she would return with said waters. Across from me, one of the members of the group peered around the room with a slight urgency. To her left, she peered, above my head, she shook her head, and then to her right, she smiled and stood up, causing our heads to turn. "I'll be right back." Hanna, the standing girl, told the group, as she walked off to a slight crevice in the diner, the bathrooms... of course. I thought to myself, as it had been a long day for all of us. Hanna was the owner of the SUV, and with that came the responsibility of driving that lumbering vehicle across the country, of course Mark, Felicity, or myself would all have been willing to drive as well, but Hanna was stubborn, and willingly beared the responsibility. Today, she woke up in a hotel room, and by 9:00 she was behind the wheel, and continued to do so with only minimal stops for 8 hours. She was strong, and stubborn, but as she now stood in the crevice, knees slightly bent, acknowledging the occupied single-toilet room in front of her, I could tell she was nearing her breaking point, and shamefully, I became fascinated. "What about you, Felicity?" Mark asked with a candidness that impressed me. Felicity was to my right, and my eyes turned from Hanna at the door to Felicity as the questioning began. It was fair, as like Hanna, Felicity had gone eight hours without any form of relief. We had made two stops, one at 1:00, where we filled the car with gas and grabbed a bite to eat from a gas station, but when the topic of the bathroom brought up, we were presented with an out of order sign. We continued onward, though, until around 3:00, where Marks bladder had expanded too far, and he requsted a reprieve on the side of the road. There, Mark and I both relieved ourselves as the girls diverted their eyes, we offered to do the same for them, but neither obliged, as it would have been obscene. Now, Hanna was waiting for the toilet to open, obviously in some discomfort, and Felicity simply sat, not wanting to cause a scene. "Oh--- I'm fine.... No need to get up there until Hanna's done." Fair enough, though Felicity acknowledged her need. Underneath the table, I could tell that Felicity had crossed legs, and a protruding bladder that could be seen through the outline of her sundress, sometimes she would bite her lips, but she remained calm. I pretended the read the menus as I watched both girls, Hanna casually gazing at her phone, legs crossed as the door remained locked, and Felicity, who read the menu herself with discomfort-- I was blessed to be friends with such beautiful girls. Felicity was pristine, a sort of controlled beauty with pale skin, golden-blonde hair and a good body, all masking someone who was intelligent and thoughtful, all of which forced me to have romantic feelings that I never could control. Hanna on the other hand, was much more of a friend (as I had known her since we were children), she was skinny, with long legs and curly brown hair, she was more down-to earth, in a blouse, jean skirt, and boots that matched her perfect, still I could tell she was incredibly pretty, and even as friends I enjoyed watching her ponder the still-locked door. Those doors have been locked for a while, I thought as the waitress appeared with our drinks. Casually, she looked over to Hanna with a face that resembled empathy, did she know something I didn't? Hanna looked back at us as well, slightly confused, and certainly annoyed, her legs bent inward to the slightest degree and a right leg that couldn't sit still. Quietly, she squeezed on her thigh, trying to focus on her phone. Five minutes later, and as Hanna began to stare longingly at the closed door, and Felicity began to place her left hand down near crotch, giving occasional squeezes to her cramping urethra, the door opened with the sound of a bell ringing, and a family coming through the doors. There were four of them, and as the ordered off the menu, I took note of the family, a overworked Mother and Father, a young boy, and a women who seem disinterested with her parents conversation. The women was annoyed and flustered, dressed in tight jean-shorts, a blue t-shirt, and with dyed blonde hair with a punk aesthetic. She was probably 17-19, with a surprisingly large chest, and with a personality that drew ire from (what I assumed was) her family. Picking up the families conversation, I listened closely. "Come on, Darlene, you're being ridiculous." The Mother lambasted, Darlene must've been the women's name. "Just shut up! I'm fine!" "Darlene's gonna pee her pants." The boy said with a sing-song mocking tone, immediately my ears perked up. "Darlene's gonna pee--" "No I'm not! Shut up!" Darlene nearly screamed, she was slouched into her chair, exposing enough of her middrift to see a slight rise near her lower belly. She probably was caught in the same predicament, a long drive without a toilet and too much decency to pee into the side of the road. As I listened, I caught Felicity averting her ears, she seemed in pain, as if the conversation reminded her about her own needs. Hanna continued to play on her phone, but the expression on her face was worsening. "I don't use public bathrooms, they're gross!" Darlene continued. "Well, we are not stopping until the hotel, so it's either now or midnight." The father continued, all with forceful certainty. Darlene rolled her eyes at him, adjusting her Daisy-Duke which showed a little more of her inner thighs than I could handle, I tried to stay calm, as these situations were beginning to stack upon each other. "Whatever...... Besides, there's a line for the bathroom already." Darlene nodded off to Hanna, who was by herself, contemplating the door that remained locked. Another five minutes had past when we started to realize that something was off. Hanna was bouncing up and down at this point, rolling her Converses on the tiled floor and constantly biting her lips, she hadn't used the toilet in nearly nine hours at this point and the drinking of sodas and water inside the car was regular. Now, she felt weighted down, sometimes crossed over, even at some points she pondered to the Men's bathroom, but as she pulled ever so slightly she found that the Men's reprieve was locked as well. She remained stuck, and Felicity watched with baited breath, even Darlene made a few glances, she shook ever so slightly (even if she wouldn't be caught dead in a public toilet, a point she iterated many times to her poor parents). "Do you think there are staff bathrooms?" Felicity asked me with shyness, she didn't like being in such a predicament as she twisted the edges of her sundress, her legs deviating from positions, trying to find comfort, but the pain was within. "You could ask." I reminded Felicity, who seemed dissatisfied with her answer, especially since Hanna had already asked. A few minutes ago, when the waitress brought over our meals of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and the likes, Hanna had asked her why exactly the bathrooms were closed. "Oh, they're just occupied." The waitress responded with a uneasy smile, sometimes she would bounce on her black high-heels, she was desperate too, so if there was a staff bathroom, it wasn't being used either. Across the restaurant, Darlene clamped down on her short shorts, giving a slight moan, from my vantage point I could see the slightest trickle of darkness on the indigo, her legs crossed with intensity, just preventing a flood from appearing. "Oh Darlene, you're hurting yourself!" The Mother warned her daughter, whose eyes rang with worry instead of rebel spirit. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh---- Fine!" Darlene stood up and awkwardly jigged to the crevice where the bathroom would be, I wondered how much of the "Uh"'s were a stand in for her pride, as she obviously was losing control. In the crevice, the punk-rock girl stood next to Hanna, comparatively, Darlene was in rougher shape, bent over with one hand permanently pressed down on her failing privates. Hanna was desperate too, but under control, Darlene looked as if she could burst at any moment-- but she did have pride, one that prevented her from losing control. "What's up with the bathrooms?" Darlene spoke to Hanna, who was fine with conversation, anything to get her mind off her swollen bladder. "I don't know, whomever's in there is not coming out." "Have you tried knocking on the door?!" Darlene dramatically asked, shifting hands around her waist-- God, she could explode at any second. Hanna had no response, not sure what the punk-rock girl was alluding too. "Y'know, to see if anyone's in there!" "Oh--- Okay." Hanna nodded and quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a knock back. In some ways, this was the worst case scenario, and both girls knew what this socially meant. If the doors were locked and no one was inside, then there was no reason to wait, the girls could both run to the back and relieve their swollen, oversized bladders, but now that an open toilet was accessible, they had to stay, and just wait. I watched intently, though I saw Felicity look at me, maybe she was wondering why I was so interested. "Um.... Hi?" Hanna spoke to the person on the other side. "You've been in there a while, and there are people here who really need the.... Y'know. Do you think you can come out soon." From the other side, a women's voice, "Just a second". Darlene moaned, shaking her hips around in obvious cramping pain. "I don't have a second! I need to pee now!" Darlene complained, drawing attention to the entire kitchen and her family. I looked over to them, her brother was loving it with a giddy smile, but her parents were worried. Hanna was also worried, but also annoyed, as she swayed around, sometimes kicking up her legs, almost nearing a pace. "I get that you need to go-- So do I-- But you don't have to yell so loud." Hanna talked down to Darlene, who responded to it in spade, bending down and nodding (and surprisingly, not yelling). I get the yelling, I've been in positions where I've almost lost control, but I couldn't imagine Hanna or Felicity liked such a display. Suddenly, I was reminded of Felicity, who rubbed her thighs constantly. "Sorry--- It's just that I haven't gone all day, and I just really need to go." Darlene said in a lower tone. "Literally all day, you see, I have a fear of public bathrooms, so when I woke up at the hotel this morning I just couldn't muster the will to go. I thought that there would be a time that I could piss in the woods, or piss in a bottle, but my parents didn't let me-- and now--- Well, I think if I don't use the toilet soon, I'm going to explode." Hanna (and I) listened to the story. I imagined, the long afternoon drive with confidence, just waiting for an oppurtunity to release your pent up bladder and to be denied relief over and over again. God, I was becoming fascinated, my thoughts became rock hard as I put off the pancakes to appreciate the three girls that were putting on a show. Felicity burrowed herself down, pushing on her nether regions with strength, her pale face beginning to appear beet red. Darlene hadn't relieved her swollen bladder for a long time, and it showed from her pained face, crossed legs, and dancing hips. And then there was Hanna, who stood with her head against the wall, feeling the pain of standing in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes without the door opening. Part of me wished I could escort all three girls out of the diner and to the side of the room, and from there I would watch as they undress, Felicity would pull up her sundress and move her white panties to the side as she would unleash a torrent, Darlene would slide down her short shorts and panties, all trickling down with precious (and loud) relief, and Hanna would cautiously roll down her panties as the stream would appear from underneath her now Commando skirt. But that would be weird, much better for just a fantasy. Instead the girls remained in pain, the door remained locked. But then, the next best thing occurred-- because the entrance opened again, and immediately I was sparked again. "Hi y'all, is it two today?" The waitress asked, she legitimately seemed to be in pain at this point. "Oh no... We were just wondering if we could use your facilities?.. Please." "Oh... Well, they're to your right." On instinct, my head swiveled again to spot two women, both which immediately recognized the uncomfortable line in place, and from their uncomfortable stances, would only be contributing. "Ah, shit... There's a line, Jasmine." The one on the left claimed, she was gaudy and alternative, large-chested with dark-brown skin and long braided hair, dressed in flowing blouse and oddly colored pink skirt which loosely covered her upper thigh. Still, she was bursting, obviously, from head-to-toe, with her legs scrunched up, hand pushing down on her urethra, and a pained expression that could already be seen from the other girls. Next to her, a smaller women with lighter-brown skin, petite frame and short brown hair, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tom-boyish in nature, and her straight posture carried more of the same. I could have mistaken her for a man if it wasn't for the perky breasts that poked through her yellow v-neck shirt, and the she was pushing on her vagina as well. "There's nowhere else we can go." Immediately, Jasmine and the other women hurried to the line, only increasing the worry of the desperate Felicity, who didn't want to expose her desperation, and remained sitting. I looked to her with a startling worry, and she turned back to me with pain drenching her face, and nearly a tear in her eye. Putting her mind off of it, she finished up her pancakes. It was crazy that the food was done, and for all 20 minutes, Hanna had been standing up there, now it was dificult to spot her in the crevice, with Darlene leaning on the wall, and the two women taking spots as well. Sometimes I would see the head of Hanna, she looked bewildered, completely enamored with her desperation, near the point of crying out. "Erica..." Jasmine spoke, unbuttoning her jeans to relieve the pressure on her expanding bladder, "this is really bad, I'm about to explode." "Me too, honey... Me too." Erica said with sympathy. "We all are." Darlene introduced herself to the two women. "But I've been here for ten minutes, and this girl--" Darlene pointed to Hanna, who tried the men's bathroom for the 20th time and found no success, "she's been here for twenty." "Twenty!" Erica reacted with shock. "Is there a dead body in the toilets or something!?" "We've talked to her, she just won't open the door." Hanna said with complete frustration. "Why don't we barge in, we haven't peed for a day!" Jasmine contextualized the two's shaking and complete desperation, a day? God, these girls were stronger than I could imagine. "We were supposed to go to an Air B&B, but it got cancelled, so we had to stay in our car for the night and even thought we've been dying for a piss for forever, we just couldn't find a place that had a toilet. Until now." "You haven't gone for 24 hours!?" Darlene was amazed, as she was at wits end with only a measly 20 hours to her name. "Something like that-- and--- Oh!!!" Erica moaned, causing a chain response for all the girls to moan. All four girls were dying, and their desperation just couldn't end. Hanna now knelt down next to the bathroom, a few spurts stained the bottom of her light-blue jean skirt, but it was nothing to Darlene, who remained in complete tension and still had a dark spot on her short shorts. Jasmine continued to push down, tears forming in her-- "Bes." And then there was Erica, who pulled on her miniskirt and-- "Bes!" My attention was halted, as suddenly someone was calling for me. It was Felicity, who in the madness I forgot was waging her own war. I looked at her with worry. "Yeah?" "Could you uh---" Awkwardly, she chose words. "Could you help me outside?" "H...Help?" She looked to me with complete agony on her face, and I knew what she meant. I stood up from my meal, and as Mark watched, I helped up Felicity as well. She was really hurting, her face still red, with her hand carefully placed over her crotch, everything swelled and full, but despite it not a single drop on her chair-- she forced herself to hold it, and when she couldn't, she came to me. Holding her hand, I helped the bursting girl out of the diner, not even gaining attention from the other girls, they were already occupied with their own problems. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know-- Just---- Just take me---" Felicity couldn't complete a sentence as I pulled her out. I pushed on the door and allowed her to leave the sight lines. Throughout all of this she hopped along, bursting at every corner, with every step being a careful balance not to lose control of the overflowed load inside of her. I was not aroused, though, I was worried, and with worry I made sure that she reached the side of the building, just as a large humming sound came from the highway. Felicity still looked around, she was bursting, but she could tell that given the correct angle, a passerby could see her, carefully she moved on, pushing down on the abused cloth that made her sundress. "I promise I won't look." I told her as I let go of her hand, she was at the side of the building, nearing the back as I let her by herself. Alone, Felicity danced, a full-on potty dance as if she was a child, looking around to see if it was finally appropriate for her to pull down her panties and unleash the built up storm. I want nothing more to watch, but I promised that I wouldn't, so with pain I turned away. Still I could hear Felicity pull down her panties and moan, and--- It was silent, without any sounds of spashes or moans of relief. After 15 seconds of silence, I was confused. "Is everything alright?" "I.... I can't." She can't?? I thought, thinking of turning around. "What do you mean, you can't." "I.... It's locked, I can't...." Awkardness filled the space between us, as I stood away from her. "Can I turn around?" I asked, wondering what was wrong. "Yeah." I did, and to my surprise there was nothing, no liquid, no piss, but Felicity remained dancing, dying to pee. "I'm just really shy, that's all." She said, blushing. I managed out a smile, could you imagine-- pee shyness for someone so desperate, I couldn't imagine how it felt for Felicity, who was dying, and just couldn't. "I've never been able to pee outside, I just thought since it's so bad that..." She bent over, "I need to wait for a toilet." "Well, that's okay, you'll just wait on line." I said with ignorance, and she smiled at it as if it was a joke. "Yeah, that'll work out good." Felicity pranced back to the diner, still pulling on her sundress, and as the sun began to fade I wished for nothing more to have been able to see the pleasures of Felicity's relief-- but it'll have to wait. Maybe the bathroom was open, whoever was inside is finally out, maybe Hanna can get relief! Either way, I felt the sting of my own bladder, and the peace of the wall. I let go slowly, urinating against the wall, realizing that the strain I felt was nothing compared to those five girls. I smiled at the thought, of how many beautiful bursting bladders had been placed before me as I finished, buttoning my jeans and-- "Shit! Shit! Shit!!!" A loud voice came near at a record pace, and I stopped, as because from the corner the figure of Darlene appeared, blue t-shirt and blue shorts that were so short that they drew my into a frenzy, all along with it a stained bottom where spurts of piss had been coming out of the desperate girls troubled urethra. She bounced her legs up and down with fury as she stopped, and looked at me. And I looked at her. And she looked at me. And I looked at her. And she pissed her pants. Her muscles stopped, and she bent forward, with the strained indigo becoming the only color as the liquid surrounded her lower body. She nearly squealed as I watched her lose complete control, eventually as the urine poured out of her body she attempted to pull down her moist shorts, but the stickiness prevented it, and suddenly she was fully drenched. I could only watch in amazement, and she reacted with horror, all turning into a shocked, saddened face-- she had so much pride, and now it was as if she was a little girl. "I----" She struggled to make a word, still pushing down as the stream stopped. I said nothing, in shock as well. "I--- I really needed to pee." It was known. From behind her, her family appeared as she walked off, embarrassed, without saying a word. Her Mother and Father reprimanded her, "Why didn't you go like we told you to!" Her Father yelled, and Darlene's brother teased her relentlessly. Darlene was going to remember this day for the rest of her life, and so would Erica, Jasmine, Felicity, Hanna, all because someone refused to leave the bathroom. The problem was that there were no public bathrooms from here, for 200 miles, either way. You either peed now, or you would wait, and those who came had no choice. It was the End of the Line. If you didn't pee here, you wouldn't pee anywhere. Carefully, I walked out of the side of the building, through a window I saw Mark and Felicity, both waiting for this nightmare to end. Felicity's hands were tied, and her head was on the table. I also saw the line, now three girls, waiting with urine coming through their eyes. But it was then that I saw something else, something that made it only crazier. In the front of the diner, a school bus-- a school trip-- and unless my eyes deceived me, many girls that weren't peeing anywhere else. END OF PART 1
  10. 10 points
    This is my first ever post. I've lurked for a bit and finally felt like I was ready to come out of the omo closet. I'm 35. Tall, curvy redhead from Canada. I've been into omo and diapers since early childhood. This weekend I was completely free and wanted to only use diapers for a whole weekend. I prepared for it by buying both my favorite pull ups and diapers ( always discreet and tena super) and staying hydrated all week. Last night before bed I taped myself into the tena with an always over top. When I woke up this morning around 7 with a bursting full bladder I sat up slightly and let go. Pee flooded out of me fast and warmed the seat of my diaper. It felt so delightful. I put my hand on the front of my jammies to feel the nice bulk of my diaper. I also felt to make sure my bed was still dry. It was so I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I woke up again at 11 I peed full force again and then humped the bulk. Between the extra pee and my pressing my diaper leaked. I had made a small plate size wet spot on my bed. I stripped my sheets ( I have a mattress protector underneath), had a shower and put on a fresh pull up. Next I went out to get gas and go to the beach about a half hour away. It's too cold to go in but was lovely to walk around. The restaurant at the beach is known for orange-aid. I bought a large glass and drank it as I walked. On my way home my bladder let me know that it was full again. I was planning on going to the grocery store when I got back to the city and decided to just let some go into my diaper and just be comfortable. No point in being uncomfortable when you're padded. In the parking lot of the grocery store I let a bit more go and could tell my pull up was getting full. As I was finishing my shopping I felt a strong urge to go. Like a lot. I knew if I peed more I would leak and I was wearing light jeans. I clenched and got to the checkout. By the time I got to my car I could barely hold on. When I pulled up the hatch of my suv my bladder let go and I felt everything come out. I couldn't stop but my pull up had contained it. I was so relieved in more ways than one. Until I went to sit down. Once I sat I the car I felt my jeans get wet. I made it home and luckily my neighbors were not around. I quickly brought my groceries in. I had the thought that I should immediately go change but then thought that the damage was done and I should just put my groceries away then go get a diaper on and fresh pants. So I cleaned up, fresh dip and all. I was working on house cleaning when I had the urge for #2. I'm not really into messing but I have been talking to a man who likes poop a bit. I'd only ever messed once before and I did say I didn't want to use the toilet this weekend. It was easier said than done and took a lot of effort. I didn't think I had anything in my bladder but I was pushing so hard that I pissed my diaper. Long story short I cleaned up after, had a shower and put on my nighttime double diaper. It has been a wonderfully relaxing day. I'm truly excited to see what tomorrow will bring and I'm loving the freedom of diapers is giving me. Till tomorrow...
  11. 10 points
  12. 9 points
    Found this on OmoTV and thought you all might enjoy... I rarely ever see stuff like this posted . I'd say early 20's brunette, maybe at a hotel after a comicon or something like that? The dialogue is a bit cringey, but I thought she was pretty hot. Pee trough panties - OmorashiTV.mp4
  13. 9 points
    The pictures look like an album cover. ^_^
  14. 8 points
  15. 8 points
    Practice time again.....slightly more successful....and also so warm and wet at the same time....mmmmm....just about perfect actually.... 770AABAC-7BB2-4671-9EEA-70DFB7EF4C08.mov
  16. 7 points
    This is why I need to wear protection (unless it is my day off and I am feeling naughty).
  17. 7 points
    Desperate Jayne Collection View File Here's a zip file of 13 different "Desperate Jayne" clips from my collection. Some of the clips contain nudity. A Stranger is Watching She Made Such a Mess Wetting and Orgasm Out of Order Measuring Cup 2 Can You Hold on Too? Bathroom Visit Pee at Pub Watch Me Wait Even Vampires Need to Pee Pain and Pleasure Waiting Her Turn Wetting Her Jeans Submitter Warrior Submitted 04/21/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Unspecified  
  18. 7 points
    As a woman and a wife I would be beyond horrified if my husband did something like that, and this coming from someone who loves omo, and the turn on it can give others. The difference is, it’s my choice what I share, and you took that choice away for your wife. The other odd (but slightly irrelevant) thing is that it most likely doesn’t give your neighbours the same ‘thrill’ it gives you to know that your wife wets herself (which she does not, actually, and that makes this even more strange....did you go buy the tena pads to stage the whole thing too?). I love omo, yet if I found this out about an acquaintance of mine, I would not be aroused, I’d be embarassed and uncomfortable... So you’ve purposefully set the stage to share something that isn’t true about your wife, with people she knows and will be interacting with in the future. Rather she finds out or not is completely besides the point, what you’ve done is creepy, odd, and morally wrong.
  19. 7 points
    Forewarning before continuing: This content contains Stomach/Bladder Bulge material, if you aren't comfortable with that please refrain from continuing. All content presented in the comic is done of the character's own volition, nothing was forced. Anywho, this is my first time producing wetting/desperation content and I can't say I'm massively confident. However, I hope that those who check this out enjoy what they see and give any feedback they feel is necessary, positive or negative! I plan on drawing more in the future at some point, but for now thats it from me! Character Details (This is a DBZ OC of mine, not the most complex) Name: Gin Race: Saiyan Age: Early 20's (To zoom in to this really long image, just focus on it then click it again. It should open up into a webpage of its own that you can properly zoom in and out of)
  20. 7 points
  21. 6 points
    Ok, so I don’t like going to dentists. I’m not like the kind of person who needs to be sedated to go get a filling or cleaning, and I’m not a biter, but I don’t like going to the dentist. It’s something about someone having their hands in my mouth, not being able to talk, and the drilling and all that. Usually if I’m doing a cleaning, I’ll pop in a podcast or some music, or even watch the TV the dentist has up as distraction, and it keeps me sufficiently distracted so as not to get to agitated. So the other day I had to get some dental work done, and I was slotted in for an hour and a half. This is a long time, a lot longer than your average cleaning. I was worried. I really needed a distraction to keep me from getting too worked up, particularly because there was going to be drilling involved. So I decided that I’ve wear a diaper to the appointment. Now I’ve worn diapers to dentist appointments before, usually when I was much younger. I got equally agitated and longer dental appointments were too much for my complicated and temperamental bladder. My mother would usually encourage me to wear a Goodnite or when I was younger simply put me in a pull-up before a dentist appointment. These were always discreet pull-ups, and it wasn’t advertised. When I got my wisdom teeth out a while back, I wore a proper tape-up diaper, and it was discussed with the dentist beforehand, and the dentist and hygienist knew. This made me super embarrassed, but as I was still having moderate incontinence issues at the time, and I was going to be unconscious for however long it takes then to yank out 4 big teeth, this was the best way to keep the dentist’s chair and my bottoms dry. Anyhow, I decided that I’ wear a tape-up diaper to the appointment I had scheduled. As many of you will know, since my Botox treatment, daytime issues for me are all but gone, and I can definitely wait an hour and a half between bathroom visits. So this was purely to keep me distracted from the drilling and other dental horrors. On the morning in question, I put on a rather large Molicare. Now these are not my poufyiest puffiest diapers. I do have some seriously adorable and huge ABDL ones (pink princess ones, from a fan!) but these don’t actually fit under any of my jeans or pants, and I’m definitely not comfortable wearing them out in public. I mean, I could probably get away with them under a full dress... but anyhow, I opted for the Molicare. Overtop of them, I slipped a pair of panties (my adorable Little Mermaid panties), and a not so tight, but not baggy either, pair of jeans. I had my usual cup of tea at breakfast. Used the washroom, and then because I did want something to keep me distracted, quickly downed two full glassed of water and filled a medium-sized water bottle before leaving the house. The dentist’s is only 20 minutes from my place, and I got there with time to spare. Biking was interesting, I kept having the impression the my diaper was visible at my waistband (you all know how much I love these photos, but despite this, I didn’t want to advertise my diaper to the cars and cyclists all around me. I kept pulling down my shirt and cardigan and jacket. When I got off my bike, I carefully tucked my shirt into my jeans, and ran my hands around my waist to make sure no diaper was visible. I also hiked up my panty waistband. Better to have someone spot your Disney panties than your diaper? I checked in, and while I waited in the waiting room, I evaluated my bladder situation. It was sitting at a 4. Wearing anything else (even a Goodnite), I would have used the washroom, as, I don’t last an hour and a half from a 4. I was soon called in, and after the preliminary chit chat, the hygienist got to work prepping my mouth. I lay back, popped in my wear buds, and tried to have the dulcet tones of one of my favorite hosts drown out the noise and distract me from the prodding and scrapping. It wasn’t too much longer until the dentist came in and administered the freezing stuff they inject into your mouth before they do serious work. I hate this stuff. I hate the needle that is used to inject it, and the feeling you get as your freeze, and also the droopy feeling you have for hours afterwards while you thaw out. And did I mention the needles? I tensed up hardcore when the dentist first jabbed the needle into my mouth, and the hygienist held my hand, which I squeezed shamelessly. I then had about 10 minutes to kill while I waited for my mouth to freeze and the even less fun stuff to begin. I took the time rewinding my podcast as I’d missed about 4 minutes while I was being frozen. Once the work got down in earnest on my teeth, I turned my attention to my bladder. I was at a 5. Had I squirted or leaked while I had tensed up during the needle? I actually couldn’t tell. Probably not. I decided that rather than holding it and then flooding the diaper, that I’d let out a little at a time and see how long I could do this for. One of the reasons I chose the Molicare was that they can definitely hold an entire full Rachel bladder, and even quite possibly two. But obviously not if you flood them in a massive torrent. So, as the first drill (or whatever) hit my tooth, I tried to release a little bit. I wanted to go for that constantly trickling feeling, of just relaxing the sphincter just a little bit. I’m terrible at this, as I am equally terrible as ‘just releasing a little bit.’ Usually I have no problem peeing in a diaper, even in public, or laying down, or around other people. It’s the stopping peeing part that’s difficult. Well not to day. For some reason, being tense from the dental work made this super hard. As my teeth were being scrapped and poked, I wanted nothing more than to distract myself with the feeling of slowly peeing. Of that warm, luxuriant feeling of your diaper getting wet around you. But no, my body was no cooperating. I thought I’d give it some time, perhaps I wasn’t sufficiently desperate, and it would be easier to pee myself with someone’s hands in my mouth, if I had a greater urgency to pee? So for the next 15 minutes I focused on my podcast, and let my bladder fill. I was at a healthy(?) 6 and I tried again. Nothing. This time, rather than relaxing myself, I tried to tense up and push. The poor hygienist thought that something was wrong as she noticed m body tense, and asked me if I was ok. I made that strange “Un Huh” noise that I swear only dentists can decipher, and work on my mouth continued. This time, worried that if my desperation got too high that I’d either wiggle about (a bad idea given that someone had sharp things in my mouth), or that I’d flood the diaper and it would leak, and also because laying on the chair waiting for my bladder to fill was not the kind of ‘distraction’ I needed right now, I opted to try the ‘shy bladder’ breath holding technique that has been described elsewhere. I know this works for me. I’ve experimented while sitting on the toilet, as well as while wearing diapers. This was not the first time my bladder had tensed up like this, and on a few other occasions I’ve used this technique. I exhaled most of the air in my lungs, and held the rest of my breath. I slowly counted. My process was interrupted by a distraction, and I had to start again. I exhaled again. When I got to 27 I could feel my pelvic floor relax and seconds later I began to pee. Not a powerful jet, but that soft little trickle that I had been going for. I went back to breathing normally and concentrated on keeping my lower body in the same relaxed state for as long as possible. I was pretty successful at this, which was a bit of a surprise, and I managed to slowly wet my diaper for what seemed like the next two minutes. I reveled in the feeling, and for quite a while was sufficiently transported to not even notice the dental work. I wondered briefly if the bulk from my wet diaper would be visible under my jean, but wasn’t able to move my head or even my hands to check. I enjoyed the feeling for a good 20 minutes, continuing to listen to my podcast. After this time had elapsed, I once again did the breathing thing, and released another good minute-long trickle into my increasingly full diaper. I was beginning to worry that I might leak mid-pee, but continued to slowly trickle into my diaper. At one point both the hygienist and dentist stepped out of the room (more of a cubicle/nook), and I had a chance to quickly feel the front and back of my jeans. No leaks. All was well. The diaper even felt like it could hold more, which was a good thing, as I felt like I would be ready for another slow trickling pee before the end of my appointment. Sure enough, with about 10 minutes left, give or take, I let out another slow trickling pee. You will notice that I’ve almost completely neglected to mention what was being done to my mouth at the time, and this is because I have no idea. What with wetting the diaper, wearing a warm wet diaper, and worrying about it leaking, my diaper wearing plan to distract me from the dental work was a complete success. At the end of the appointment I was sent to the front desk to sort out a future visit and to sort out insurance and billing, etc. Getting up from the dentist’s chair made me worry not a little bit about showing off my diaper’s waistband. I have no idea if the dental assistant/hygienist, who was the only person in the room at this time, saw or not. It wouldn’t really matter, as they are medical professionals, they definitely have a copy of my medical records and know all about my past and present bladder issues. After I stood up I realized that the waistband would be the least of my worries. A quick hand pat of my bum revealed that the diaper had not leaked, but it did feel very full, nearly at capacity. While my jeans were not like skin tight, they were certainly not baggy, and I could feel the bulging outline of the diaper on my bum. The thick wetness of the full diaper forced me to waddle, just a tiny bit. I was worried that if I put my legs too close together while I walked, that I might cause the diaper to leak, such was how full it felt. I waddled up to the reception desk and sorted out the final details and then I had a choice to make. I could go back and use the washroom in the dentist’s office. I’ve used it before, usually before appointments (and once during when I wasn’t wearing protection), but I was feeling naughty, having spent the good part of an hour and a half slowly wetting myself and reveling in the warm sensual feeling of a wet diaper. So instead I opted to walk all the way to the public washrooms, which were at the other side of the mall completely. Now it was early enough that the mall was not very full. It has mostly seniors, and the odd mother or father with kids, and the few inexplicable youth that always seem to be in malls when they should be in school (wow listen to me). I stepped out of the dentist’s office and into this moderately populated public space. My mind did a quick calculus of just how naughty I was feeling, and decided not to wrap my cardigan around my waist, which would have been a sure way to prevent anyone from noticing the sodden diaper I was wearing. I was also in the hyper sensitive state that happens when you wear a diaper in public or have a public accident. The state where you are certain everyone is looking at you and know what happened, or what you are wearing. It’s entirely irrational, and I know this, but it always gets my heart pounding and pulse pulsing. It also, when I’m home out of public, get me very very turned on. I was already a little turned on given my state of mind throughout the entire dental appointment, and because I felt a little more safe from prying eyes as normal. Don’t ask me why. I still had the feeling of everyone potentially noticing my wet diaper, but an unusual amount of confidence. Perhaps it was because I had a very good excuse for wearing a diaper? After all, I had been a very good girl and made it through the whole dentist appointment without much fuss. This feeling of pride countermanded the feelings of embarrassed nervousness and timidity which would normally flood over me in my current state. Anyhow, I strode up to the map to identify some washrooms, not necessarily those closest. When I say strode, I mean more walked with a slight waddle. I mulled over the map and decided to go to the washrooms near the food court. They were further than other options, but I wanted a slightly longer walk. I also stood there for some time contemplating the map, and released a little more urine that had accumulated in my bladder since I had last peed. My heart raced just a little more, but I also knew the diaper could take it. Molicare have great standing gathers, and can usually hold more when you are standing. They seldom leak on my when I’m laying down and when I’m standing up they can take two full Rachel bladders or more. The result of my fourth pee into the diaper was that I felt very wet and squishy as I made the short walk to the washrooms. It felt like 10 minutes, but I’m sure it was less than 5. I kept my ear buds in to close myself off from the world, though at this point I wasn’t listening to anything. I don’t think a single set of eyes looked deeply at me, apart from the occasional glances that are typical of people passing each other in the mall. My heart pounded just a little harder as I approached the food court, which unlike the rest of the mall was jammed full of people. I was still walking confidently and very proud of myself at this point. I approached the hallway leading up to the washrooms, which is just beyond the food court, and had a decision to make. These were by far the busiest washrooms in the mall, and people were coming and going. I could use the ladies room, and change in one of the stalls. I would then face the problem of disposing of my sodden diaper discreetly in the washroom. If I had been wearing a pad, or even a Goodnite, I would have used this option, as each stall has one of those little garbage bins for pads and menstrual products, etc. But the diaper I was wearing would definitely not fit in one of those. With people all around me, I therefore opted to duck in the family washroom. Located off to the of the hall as you approach the washrooms, this washroom, which I’d never used until this day, is there for families. I’ve used them in other malls and this one was about the same. It had a step stool for kids to reach the sink, safety handles, a larger changing table, and a huge bin for diapers. I was embarrassed stepping into this washroom alone, as to all observers I was clearly not using it to change a child. So to the keen observer, I was definitely a woman using the family washroom for some reason, and the list of plausible reasons is short, and most of them are embarrassing. Someone do please give me a non-embarrassing reason I can use to justify my use in my mind for next time. Anyhow, I pulled my jeans and panties down and changed myself out of the diaper. As I had anticipated, it was very full, and I’ve taken some pictures for you. \ As you can see, I think I was the first person to change a diaper in this bathroom this day, or they change the garbage often (which is also highly likely). I am particularly pleased with the fact that the garbage bin in this room very boldly declares that it is for diapers. This made me blush a little. Anyhow, I dried myself off as best I could with the crummy single ply toilet paper, and I was dripping! I then pulled up my panties and jeans, wrapped the diaper up after a couple more pictures, washed my hands, and made my exist. I blushed a little leaving the family washroom, as I was convinced that people seeing me leave would think similar thoughts. Anyhow, I was pleased that my diapered dentist visit worked, I wasn’t too stressed out and actually rather enjoyed myself with the later part. I went home, cleaned myself off properly, resisted the urge to masturbate furiously, and instead made my way to work (as I’d only take off the morning). I thought about my little adventure all day, and in the evening got myself thoroughly laid, all the while thinking about walking through the mall in my soaked diaper. Rachel
  22. 6 points
    Lisk lisks! According to the classified KGB data, something may or may not happen in may ^_^
  23. 6 points
    I almost forgot about this. I had a like 6 hour stopover and was jet lagged as hell. I fell asleep on an airport chair, woke up wet, 30 minutes before my flight, and spent that time drying my pants and underwear in the washroom. I definitely should share this story in detail some time soon. I had a faint odour about me the entire flight and was very uncomfortable.
  24. 5 points
    Today I woke up and was able to pee with out having to sit up. It just trickled all out into my diaper like a babbling brook. I stayed in it for a good while but didn't want to leak and change the sheets like I did yesterday morning. I was double diapered with a tena underneath and an always discreet pull up on top. My pull up was still dry so I just removed the tena, freshened up with some baby wipes and pulled back up my pull up. I went about my quiet Sunday morning. Breakfast, coffee, juice and Netflix. After a bit I felt the familiar tug of my bladder and barely thought about letting go when my diaper just started to nicely warm up. It always amazes me how my body knows it's ok to pee freely when I'm padded. Also always discreet really can take a full wetting. With my pull up nice and full I went to wash the dishes and tidy up. It was during this time that I really felt the need for #2. Yesterday I had to squat and push to have any results but today I really, really needed to go. I'll spare the details but it felt surprisingly satisfying and my pull up contained it all. I cleaned up, showered, diaper ed up and headed for a walk. After a good hour long walk I drank a large glass of water and got ready to go see a movie. The theater was pretty empty. I got a LG diet coke and sm popcorn. I had always wanted to wet myself in the theater but never wanted anyone to clean up after me or sit in my wet spot. Today I was well padded and well hydrated. I was seeing a comedy and was laughing so hard at one point that I leaked. I stopped and had a moment where I couldn't believe it happened. I had just wet a bit in a theater. I took a brief look around, opened my legs slightly and let it go completely. I was in heaven. I was pretty distracted by the happy feelings between my legs that it took a bit to focus on the movie again. When it was over and I stood up my diaper definitely sagged. I'm sure if someone was looking they could tell I had a soaking wet diaper on. I drove home and changed into what would be my last diaper of the day. After dinner I decided that I would clean my car out before work tomorrow. So I set out and cleaned and vacuumed it. When I was done I stood on my front step and just enjoyed the outside view of spring. As I was inhaling the fresh air I relaxed one last time and let the pee fill my diaper. No leaks today but now that I'm back in underwear I miss the cozy warmth and safety of my diapers. I will definitely do another toilet free weekend sometime and highly recommend it. The pure relaxation, and naughty feelings were the ultimate stress relief.
  25. 5 points
    https://www.redtube.com/5965421 Beautyful girl! anyone had others italian speaking vids?
  26. 5 points
  27. 5 points
    Has anybody found/got any good videos of people being caught/nearly caught wetting? I haven't found a really good one yet....
  28. 5 points
    First of all, it turns out I'm not the only one who likes testing out pads, I found this Twitter account: https://twitter.com/Acha_ABDL/media ------ I had the afternoon off and because I was planning on having some fun sex with my husband in the evening when he was done with work, I opted for some pad-testing fun rather than do anything ‘naughty’ that might have involved putting anything inside myself. I therefore decided to continue my epic pad testing adventures. Today I wanted to test out some more random period pads that have been languishing in the bottom of my box-O-pads for far too long. These are the kinds of pads I wouldn’t even wear for my period because of their unknown reliability, but which just tend to accumulate for some unknown reason. Please tell me I’m not the only girl with this problem? Anyhow, I decided I’d test out three pads in one go. No, not all at the same time, I wasn’t going to put all the pads into my panties at the same time. Yeah I’ve totally done this when I was a teen, messing about in the airplane washroom, and fooling about with my sisters and mom’s pads. And actually, I should totally try this again... but that’s a different adventure for another time. No, I decided I’d test out all the pads on the same bladder. I worked an early morning shift and had been wearing a lovely pair of white cotton panties with blue trim all morning. When I got home after lunch, I inspected these and found them to be just a little dirty. For the sake of science, I should explain that the yellow stain in the crotch of these panties pre-dates the tests therefore, that was my girl bits doing their thing all morning and probably some more permanent stains. For those of you who are into these sorts of things, I do sell my used panties (and wet panties), so get in touch. Anyhow, shameless commercialism aside, let’s get on to ‘science!’ I started by filling up on green tea at work, so that by the time I arrived at home I was full and ready to pee. I had fun on the SkyTrain planning my afternoon pad testing adventures. Since my Botox treatment, my bladder has been behaving surprisingly well, and I’m trying to train it to be back to how it was, therefore I’ve decided to alter my tests a little. Rather than stimulate a leak with a sneeze, I decided I’d just try to let out a little squirt. This is good training for my bladder, and a good test of the pads, so a win-win. And well, if I can’t hold it and end up peeing everywhere, I’m totally into that, so it’s another win. I brought a couple of spare pairs of panties into the washroom with me from my panty drawer, just in case the first or second pad I was planning on testing failed and got my undies wet. 1. MaxiThins Fist up, ‘MaxiThins.’ Yes, I’m pretty sure these are the same pads they give away for free in the washrooms on trans-Atlantic flights. Yeah for free pads, boo for their general quality. As you can see, these are your typical ‘bunch of absorbent stuff that goes between your legs’ kind of pads. They are thick and fluffy, with a soft cotton feel. They offer zero apparent side protection, and they are a little stubby, or at least they seemed so compared to the nest pad, but I suppose they have decent coverage. They fit well into my panties and felt thick against my girl bits once they were pulled up. Not in a bad way, but I would imagine some ladies would say that these pads do not disappear, you definitely know they are there. I fit them in place and then moseyed over to the bathtub where I stood ready for the test. At this point I was at about a 7 on the desperation scale, and I was worried about being able to clamp down or not. So I quickly reconsidered my approach. I did want to do justice to the pads and not just pee my panties. None of the pads I was testing today were designed to be flooded by pee, so that would not be very fair. I mean, these are all period pads, so none of them are designed for pee either. Though, I as I’ve suspected while testing other pads from the airplane, I’m convinced that the design committee actually did make these pads sufficient for pee and blood. Ok, so I didn’t trust my ability to shut off the flow after only a little squirt. So I stepped out of the bathtub, pulled down my panties (the pad stayed stuck in, check one for the sticky backing), and sat on the toilet. I would need to test my equipment before I used it to test the pads. Rather than relax, which I was worried would lead me to simply empty most of my bladder, I bore down for a moment, and it works, I successfully released a decent sized squirt of pee. I wiped, pulled up my panties, and resumed my position in the tub. Legs mostly together, I bore down and released a sizable squirt of pee into the MaxiThin pad. It felt good to feel my labia suffused in wet warmth. I stopped, much to my continued surprise and inspected the damage. Feeling around the outside my panties felt dry. I very much enjoyed the feeling, as this pad was thick giving me the feeling of wearing a little diaper, sort of. Prodding around the outside of my panties felt nice. The pad didn’t do all that much in so far as keeping me dry, I could feel the warm wetness of the pad pushing against my body as I felt the outside of my panties. I pulled them down and inspected the pad. My pee was rather darker than I expected, which bode well for the remainder of the tests. The pad had successfully kept my panties dry (along with my legs and the ground), and soaked up a decent sized squirt of pee. I rolled up the pad, wiped myself with some toilet paper, and reached for the next pad. 2. Stayfree Dry Max Thins My next test subject would be a Stayfree Dry Max pad, a very thin pad which covered a serious amount of panty real-estate with its thin plasticky coating. These pads were wide, with that uncomfortable perforated plastic coating with some embossing for show. They are super wide, and cover more than the entire gusset of my panties. Now I’ve mentioned this issue with other panties before. I do tend to wear girls size 14 panties, but I honestly cannot think of a panty design which would make this pad look small. Maybe boxers? Anyhow, with the wings, this pad made for a wide wad in the gusset of my white cotton panties. Anyhow, the pad may be large spatially, but it is very thin. I feel like after a day or even a couple of hours of wear, these pads would be wadded up and formed into the perfect inverted V. Perfect for funnelling pee into your clothes that is. I didn’t decide to test this theory though, instead I pulled my panties up into my body and using my hand folded the pad to better contour my body. Then I stepped into the bathtub and once again did my ‘forced leak bearing-down’ thing. Again my body released a moderate size squirt of pee and then stopped. I was actually quite proud of this. If Kegels and bladder exercises could be this fun, I probably would have done even more when I was younger (I did a great deal, don’t get me wrong). Anyhow, I again felt the outside of the panties for wetness, and again was surprised to find the dry. The contour of my panties was warm feeling though, and my efforts to bend the pad had done very little. So these pads surprised me, though I will say, I don’t think they could have held up to much more. As you can see, they are pretty saturated. And again I doubt their ability to maintain their shape for more than a few steps. I pulled my panties off completely, snapped some pics, and then reached for my third pad of the afternoon. 3. Vintage Kotex Long Pad These ones are a huge blast from the past, and I swear these are the pads my mother used when I was growing up. I remember using pads like this one, or rather stealing them and sticking them in my panties. I distinctly recall the ends of the pads popping up the front and back of my panties. Anyhow, as you can see, these pads are super long and narrow. They have distinctive layers and a cute albeit slightly clinical pink colour. The seam that runs down the middle of them seems to be some sort of mechanism to allow quick absorption. Did I mention these pads are long? Sooo loooong! After pulling up my panties, I had the distinct feeling of wearing a padded banana in my panties. I wiggled my bum about, recalling juvenile pad adventures. Wearing a pad like this made me feel very little rather quickly. There was a feeling of ridiculousness, mixed with rebelliousness and adventure. Taboo and wonder washing over my consciousness. Ah minds are fun, aren’t they? Anyhow, I did mention that I started this experiment with a full bladder and my two leaks had done very little to alleviate this fact. So I set about doing the next experiment. I know I should be appreciating the finer things each pad has to offer. Testing them for wearability, how easy and enjoyable it is to masturbate in them, and that sort of thing, but today I felt like getting through a lot of pads. So I bore down and released another decently size jet of urine into the thin padded banana in my panties. This time I spent a little more time looking for leaks. The sides of the gussets of my panties felt a little damp against my legs. I recalled putting the pad in that it offered very little side to side protection, with no gathers or embossing designed to keep liquids away from the edges, and this seemed to have been a minor failing for the pad this time. My inner thighs felt a little damp and the edges of the panty gusset were wet as well. I don’t know if you can tell in the pictures, but they felt wet to the touch. Probably not wet enough to get your clothes wet, but wet all the same. I pulled the pad off my panties, and after drying off my lady bits, made a little ‘artistic’ pile of the used pads I had just soaked. I still had a full bladder and I was still feeling naughty, so naked from the waist down, I went back to my box-O-pads, and rummaged about and found something a little more interesting for my next test... More soon, Hope you enjoyed my experiment, if you ever want to purchase any of my panties, let me know, I love wetting them for customers. Rach p.s. like my work, want to own this exact pair of panties? Check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
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    you should probably add some screenshots instead of asking us to download a video to identify someone.
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    Since this thread was revived, here is my collection of Desperate Jayne clips.
  32. 5 points
    Heey guys ^.^ this was from last week, I thought I posted it but I guess not haha So lately I've been having this issue where everyday when I get home from work I have to pee soo badly that I'm practically wetting myself. Like as soon as I see my house it's a struggle to get home dry. (A situation that could be fixed by going to the bathroom before I go home but I live five minutes away so I suffer haha) I was wearing a pink dress and dark grey tights, and when I got the the sidewalk behind my house, I wasn't even given any warning before I started leaking. I'm a fast walker, and I picked up my stride a bit, trying to clench my muscles enough to stop the leaks, but I couldn't. By the time I got to my house I had a dark streak all the way down my leg, and I still had to pee soo badly! Then of course, the lock had to stick!! I wasn't able to get my key in the lock at all and I was still struggling so hard to hold. I wanted so badly to quickly pull my tights down and pee in my yard, but my upstairs neighbor was out and she couldn't see that. My eyes were filling with tears as I tried pulling at the lock. It was so frustrating and stressful! Finally I managed to get it to work, but my bladder decided it wasn't holding on anymore and I started peeing uncontrollably. I made a beeline straight for the shower, and gave in to it. When I was done I thought of a plan for the rest of my day. I was supposed to mop the floors anyways so who would it hurt if i lost control on them first? I had a few things I had to do that day first, so after cleaning myself up, I had a can of coke, made myself some iced coffee and headed out to do my errands. I wasn't gone long, maybe an hour? But by the end of that hour I was struggling quite a bit. I ended up giving up on holding when I got home, as I had a plan I wanted to do. It had been some time since I had made any wetting videos, so I wanted to make a fun one! So I did what anyone would do and put on a french maid dress I have (without any panties), and a blonde wig. I needed to get my cleaning done so I decided that I would have to sweep half the house, and mop at least one room before I pissed myself. I honestry cant remember how much I drank while I was cleaning, just that I always had something near me. I was in the zone, I felt hot as hell in my outfit, and was getting pretty excited about my plan, I was constantly rubbing my thighs together. But of course when you're cleaning you start something and find more things that need to be done to compleate the task, so of course it wasn't as simple as sweep and mop. After I managed to finish sweeping I was at an 8, and was getting actively aware of my bladder. I went to fill the mop bucket in the shower, and when I stepped into the bathroom I lost a little bit. I clenched my muscles as hard as I could and managed not to loose anymore. I set the bucket up so it could fill up, and went to set up my laptop to film, bouncing a bit the entire time. I sped through mopping the bathroom floor (the smallet room lmao) and went to the area I set up my laptop. It's sort of like a hallway thing? Basically it's the area that connects all the rooms in my place. I quickly started at scrubbing the floor with a scrub brush (leaking slightly every couple seconds) I knew I wasn't going to last long but you know I just had to set the scene and that meant bubbles! Finally I had what I thought to be a nice enough amount of bubbles, and I could hardlystop the ever so constant leaks. The video didn't end up being what I wanted (turns out I couldn't continue scrubbing the floor in a way that the veiwer could still see me pee) but it still felt soo good. I was peeing for a solid 40 seconds which surprised be considering how much I thought I had already lost. It was so hot watching myself pee all over the bubbly floor in the video, that by the end of it I could hardly hold myself up. After spending a minute to regain myself, I shut off the camera, and cleand up the mess I made
  33. 5 points
    I was asked some time ago If Sarah had ever had an accident at work. Well after yesterdays incident I can categorically say the answer is Yes. I had gone in to work early so I could be home mid afternoon, tidy the house and pick the lads up from school. Sarah had gone into the office later (in a grey skirted suit and black tights) after dropping them off. She had said she may have to work late so I was not expecting her back before 6pm. However whilst in the lounge I heard the front door open. I walked into the hallway to see Sarah walking up the stairs. I immediately noticed she was not wearing her tights. Curious I followed her up. She went straight to the bathroom and was undoing her skirt when I asked if everything was OK. “No I've had an accident” came the replay as she undid her skirt and stepped out of it. She was naked from the waist down, I admired her shapely (if a little pale legs) and her neatly trimmed bush. “Out of spares?” I asked “Yes” “What happened” I was concerned but also desperate to know more details. “Get held up in a meeting and by the time I got to the toilet I had already started” She paused “I managed to pull my skirt up but went in my pants” “Why didn't you pull them down” “Because the splashing would have gone everywhere” “Could you not stop and pull them down?” “You know I can't stop mid flow, I couldn't even manage that before I had kids” This brought memories back of our university days when she started wetting once whilst giggling and just stood there shouting “I can't stop I can't stop”. Yes she was a little tipsy. At this point I could see she was getting a little annoyed at the inquisition so I retreated downstairs.
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    As is tradition, I'd like to share some stories of when my ex peed her pants. I hope you enjoy them, even though they're not all that special. "Mindy", my ex, was a short chubby Chinese-Canadian girl. She was about 5'5, a little darker-skinned than you might think, wore glasses, and kept her hair a bit shorter than shoulder length. She always said she had a small bladder, and there were many times throughout our relationship where I got to see her desperate. She also had minor stress incontinence ("two drops") when she had a cold, and she told me that she wet the bed until she was 12. However, there were only three times where I saw her have a real, consequential accident (consequential meaning large enough that she couldn't ignore it). These are those stories. I. The first time I saw Mindy have an accident is a really hot memory. Part of the reason for that is that when it happened, she didn't know about my fetish. In time, I would get to see her pee her pants again, but I would never get to see her react to it with the same genuine embarrassment and frustration. After I told her about my fetish, she was much more nonchalant when she had an emergency or an accident around me, because she knew that I was getting turned on instead of repulsed. It was Saturday, she had slept over at my place, and we decided to spent the morning checking out the farmer's market near my house. It was at a school a few blocks away, maybe a fifteen minute walk. The weather was nice, and we spent probably an hour checking out different things for sale. I picked up some things to go with dinner, and we got smoothies. We started to head back, and almost right away she said that she had to pee. My whole body went cold and my dick was like heyyyyy. Right from the start, her attitude was resigned and frustrated, like she knew she wasn't going to make it. We picked up the pace a bit, and she went on what I'd describe as a rant about her bladder. "Ugh, I hate having a small bladder... this is the kind of thing that got me in trouble on car trips as a kid...", things like that. It sounds fake, and it's such an omo story cliche for someone to talk about their history of wetting their pants immediately before wetting their pants. It's true though. I can only guess that she was trying to prepare me for the possibility she wouldn't make it. When we got to the block my house was on, I gave her the key so that she could go ahead. I saw her run up to the house, unlock the front door, and go in. I wasn't far behind, and when I got there, I put the produce in the fridge and went downstairs to my room. I went on my computer and started checking my email. I saw Mindy come in and make a bee-line for the closet. She went in and closed the door behind her (I had a walk-in closet at this place). The flip-side of her not knowing about my fetish at this point was that I was working hard to hide how turned on I was so as to not out myself. That meant I couldn't swivel around and try to get a good look at her pants as she went past, so I don't actually know how big an accident it was. All I saw was her going into the closet, then coming out a minute later wearing different pants. I believe she put her wet pants in her purse and took them home later, because I never found them. We both pretended nothing had happened for the whole afternoon, made dinner, and had really good sex later. II. The second incident was only a few months later, but by then she knew about my fetish. It's the least exciting of these stories, but I'll include it for completeness. She was on the way to my place on the bus. I was cooking dinner, and we were texting. To get to my house, it was a short (maybe 7 minute) walk from the bus stop. She sent me a text along the lines of "I really have to go, I might even leak on the bus". A few minutes later, I heard her knock on the door. When I opened it, she pushed right past me and sprinted downstairs to the bathroom. I kept cooking, and eventually she came up, once again wearing different pants. I sort of teasingly asked her "what happened to your other pants?" For some weird reason, her response is the hottest part of this episode for me. Instead of saying "I had an accident" or "I wet myself" or whatever, she sort of shrugged and said "they got wet." As if it was a completely passive process that had nothing to do with her. Instead of being embarrassed this time, she was completely casual about it, and as a bonus, this time she left her dirty laundry in my hamper. The whole crotch of her shorts and underwear was wet. III. This time was over a year later. I was living in a different place which was a short walk from a couple who we were close friends with. Their hobby was homebrew fruit wine which was absolutely deadly and way too sweet for the amount of alcohol in it. Most Saturday evenings, me and Mindy would go over to their place and we'd all get drunk and talk shit. This particular night, we left their place pretty late. Their apartment building was right next to a park that you had to walk through to get there. The park had a public bathroom, and when we got near it, Mindy let go of my hand and went over to it. Of course, it was closed since it was nearly midnight. She sighed deeply. We considered phoning our hosts and getting them to let her back in to use the bathroom, but it seemed way too rude and awkward since we had just left and they said they were going to bed. The nearest bathroom that might be open was at the gas station up the street, and it was a fair distance away. Mindy was really desperate, and as we walked she sometimes stopped to bend over of grab her crotch or cross her legs. There was a set of stairs down to a parking lot, and she contemplated popping a squat on them, but I said it was a bad idea: it was totally visible from the street, and what if a cop rolled past? Later she told me that by then, she was leaking a little bit with nearly every step she took, and that it was starting to run down her legs. I couldn't tell, because she was wearing a skirt and black leggings and it was dark. She also told me that the only reason she didn't give up and let herself have an accident was that she didn't think she had any clean pants at my house (although it didn't really matter because we ended up doing laundry anyway). Well, eventually we got to the gas station, and from the sidewalk I watched her run in, get the bathroom key, and disappear into the back. When she came out, we finished walking home and went to bed.
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    What did you expect to accomplish with this post? The warning your account received was justified. I don't think I need to further elaborate on what @OmoCommando and others have said here. If the site you have moved to openly tolerates this kind of behaviour, that is really more a sign that others should be wary partaking in such a community. We aren't going to tolerate it here.
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    That's super harsh. I love your models, they do great work (as do you), don't let the haters get you down. Everyone criticizes, but I bet none of them have ever tried to shoot their own Omo video ;) We all know how much effort you put in to tech and light and all that, keep up the good work!
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    Hey, folks. Sorry for the long delay -- but I think you'll understand, when you see the size of this thing! In fact, it's over 10,000 words and still not done. This is just part one, and I'll post a few more bits shortly. The last two parts have yet to be written. I don't usually do this, posting a story that's not yet fully written out, but I couldn't keep you waiting any longer (ironic, I suppose, for a desperation fic writer). Part of my problem was being busy at work; part of my problem is that this story is definitely an autumn story (crunchy fallen leaves and so on) and it's spring-going-on-summer in my part of the world, so I've been having a hard time getting into the mood! I'll post the usual links, then let you get to reading. (Volume 2 links only; if you want Volume 1, PM me) Sexting Cabin in the Woods City Lights ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fall arrived with a hint of winter in the back of the wind. Leaves blew across the paths and crunched underfoot. Pumpkins were suddenly everywhere. (So were Christmas displays, but people of good taste chose to ignore these until after Thanksgiving.) Parker’s breath fogged in the morning as he crunched to class; then it fogged all day long. Meagan started wearing jeans and a sweatshirt everywhere, and Parker loved this. Then she added a woolly hat, and this made her cuter still. Parker was particularly looking forward to Thanksgiving break. A whole week off. The year before he’d gone home for Thanksgiving, but it had cost his dad a lot of hours on the road picking him up and driving him back, and besides, the much-longer Christmas break was just a few weeks away. So it felt like too little time visiting for such a long travel time. Besides, Meagan was staying on-campus too. She was quite happy about this. “It’s gonna be so much fun,” she said. “We’ll do our own Thanksgiving, just you and me, and we’ll have the campus to ourselves… we’ll have my room to ourselves…” The only dark spot on the horizon was the fight Meagan had with her mother about not coming back. “She wants me home,” Meagan said. “And, honestly, I see why… the whole family comes together. It’s a big deal. But I told her I’ve got too much work to do, because I would much rather spend the week here with you than back in a town that drives me crazy.” She sighed. “But I think mom knows I’m not really telling her everything… she got pretty pissed when I said I wasn’t coming back until Christmas.” She sighed. “Christmas is gonna suck. Which makes me want to go home even less.” “Anything I can do?” Parker asked. “Nah. Nothing more than you’re already doing. And what you’re going to be doing. Hey, speaking of, what do you want to do that week? Remember, we’ll have the room to ourselves…” “Oh, I remember,” Parker said with feeling. “I definitely remember.” “Wanna do anything special?” “I did have an idea or two.” “So did I. You first.” “I was hoping we could do some desperation—” “Oh, totally. I figured.” “—But I wanted to go a little farther this time.” “Farther?” He took a deep breath. “If you’re okay with it, I was hoping we could play around the whole week. A bit like we did at the cabin. I was thinking… I was wondering if I could decide where and when you got to pee all week.” Meagan grinned. “Maybe not all week,” she said, coyly. “But definitely we can do that for some of it.” “Why not all week?” “A, I need to get some work done, and B, remember that it’s tiring? I don’t think I could do it all week.” “Okay—how about this? You have to ask me permission to pee, but I promise I’ll say yes if we’re working or when you need to take a day off. And you’ll get some power over me. Say, you decide whether or not I get to come?” She laughed, low and sultry. “Oh, lover, you do know how to sell me something… ’Kay, we can do this—if I get an override.” “Of course. Consent first. But that means I get an override on coming.” “Mmm, I just figured if you came I wouldn’t punish you any.” “Balance, hon.” “Fair enough. But I’m gonna need to pee more often than we have sex. So… let’s say I get one override per day and you get one override for the week.” “You’ve got a deal.” “I can’t wait…” “Oh, but you will. And so will I.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Friday before Spring Break was a traditional time for parties. The Friday before Thanksgiving Break generally just meant a lot of people going home. Dacy wasn’t one; she left Saturday morning. Therefore, Meagan had decreed, the break didn’t start until they had the room to themselves. Dacy took a little longer to get out the door than expected, so Parker made all three of them breakfast. Once Dacy was gone, however, Meagan and Parker didn’t immediately jump into bed together. Well, they did, but fully clothed, and just to watch TV episodes that Parker had ripped from DVD. Nothing even remotely sexy happened until Meagan got up to go to the bathroom. “Where are you headed?” “Bathroom.” “Have you asked permission?” She grinned. “Sorry, forgot. May I go to the bathroom, please?” “You may,” he said graciously. Maybe this little exchange got them thinking. After the episode finished, Meagan rolled over onto her belly, bare feet kicked up behind her, chin rested on her hands, and said, “I think I’m done with TV for today.” “So what do you want to do now?” Parker asked. She wriggled a little. The effect was a little spoiled by the fact that she was wearing sweatpants. But only a little. It turned out she wasn’t wearing anything under those sweats. Or under her t-shirt. Some time later, Parker was behind her, thrusting deep, holding on to her hips. Meagan was keeping her weight up with one arm, using her free hand to wield her vibrator. “Oh, by the way,” she said over her shoulder, between her panting breath, “you have my permission to come.” “Thank you. Forgot that…” “Thought you might have. But I want you to. Come in me…” Afterward, Meagan stood up with a satisfied smile, stretching. “’Kay, I should pee. May I?” “Of course. Safety first. I’ll do the same.” Meagan pulled on her light robe and slipped out into the hall. Parker pulled his sweats on and went down to the boy’s bathroom. Meagan was waiting in the doorway when he came back, holding her robe closed with one hand. “It’s a good thing we’re alone,” she said. “It’s incredibly obvious what we were just up to.” “Nobody’s business even if we weren’t,” Parker said. “Yeah, but think of the advantages,” she replied, and let her robe fall open. “I take your point…” But in fact they weren’t totally alone. Gerard, their jovial RA, had drawn the short straw to watch the dorm over the break. He was down at the far end of the opposite hallway, however, all the way across the lobby. Since he was the only other person in the building, they actually saw him a little more than usual, and wound up eating together in the dorm kitchen several times. But he gave them plenty of room, and they definitely had the whole hallway to themselves Sunday was a work day, theoretically. Meagan didn’t want to spend too many days goofing off until she’d gotten a few projects done. But it was a lazy-Sunday kind of day, and while some work occurred, it was occasionally interrupted by making out. Meagan had gotten into the routine of asking for Parker’s permission to pee, but since she’d expressed a desire to get work done, he hadn’t refused her yet. Monday morning they woke each other up with more make-outs, and when Meagan asked if she could go pee, Parker considered it for a second and said, “Hmm… another ten minutes of making out.” She shook her head. “I actually need to take a dump too, so I’m using my override.” “Fair enough.” But with his power challenged, he decided he was going to be a little more controlling today. Over breakfast, however, Meagan said, “I don’t feel like I got enough work done yesterday. I want to finish up my essay before we do anything else.” “Want my help?” “Just help me on stay track. No distractions.” “I can do that.” So some hours when she asked, “Bathroom?” he said, “Let me see how much you’ve written.—No, not yet. Two more paragraphs, then you can go.” Her eyes twinkled. “I see what you’re up to, boy.” “Just helping you stay on track!” With this “motivation,” Meagan did indeed finish her essay that day. To celebrate, and because she said she was feeling like a slug, they went to the gym. Most campus buildings were still open for various professors coming and going or—in the case of the athletic center—community members coming in to use the facilities. So the weight room was open but empty. Without any fear of being overheard, Parker was more open and direct. “Need to go?” he asked Meagan as she did her squats. “You know it,” she said, not quite smiling because she was lifting a fairly heavy load. “Well, you can’t, not yet. Keep going!” “I hadn’t even asked yet, goofball.” “Yeah, but I could see it in you.” “I can go a lot longer than this. Even doing squats.” “Oh yeah? Just for that, you’re going to have to.” By her last set, Meagan was noticeably locked down tight. After finishing, she stood breathing hard and drinking water with her legs casually crossed. “Now do I get to go?” she asked, between sips. “Nope.” Meagan cast a slightly-imploring glance at the women’s room as they walked past it, and then drew in a sharp breath as they stepped outside into the cool fall evening. Parker saw her clench her fists, her butt—every muscle—for a moment, before moving on calmly as if nothing were wrong. Back in their empty dorm, Meagan said, “I’m gonna shower, ’kay?” “No problem. You just don’t get to pee yet.” “Really?” she said, one hand on her cocked hip as if she were angry—but her eyes still twinkled. “I am definitely ready to piss, hon, the shower is gonna be hard.” “So you’re saying you can’t do it? Gonna use an override?” “Oh, you went there, huh? Doubting me?” “You just said it’d be hard.” “Yeah, but that was just me whining. This is you doubting my ability. No way. I’ll totally do it. And to prove it to you, you’re showering with me.” “Oooooh.” Rather than having her scout the way and then sneaking him into the girls’ bathroom, as she’d done back in the spring, they simply walked in—with only Gerard in the whole building, it wasn’t like they needed to be secretive. Meagan cast an imploring glance at the bank of empty stalls—and then turned the other way, to the showers. She groaned a bit as her workout shorts hit the floor, and she groaned again as the water started to run. “Mmmkay, this may be the hardest thing you’ve asked me to do yet,” Meagan said. She took a deep breath, set her jaw, and dived under the water. “Want some help washing up?” Parker asked. “Sure,” she said. He squatted down and began to wash her feet and legs. He went slow, however, and she was done with the upper part of her body much faster. She looked down at him, her hair dark with water, the shower still pouring warmth onto her shoulder, and said, “Taking your time?” “Why? You need to be somewhere?” “I need to pee somewhere.” He soaped up butt and hips, then slid his hands over her bladder. She tensed—no, she was already tense, she spasmed. “God, I can barely hold it when you do that,” she said. “I’m barely even pushing.” “Doesn’t matter…” “Would you like to let go?” “Uh, yeah.” “Go ahead. Pee right here.” For a couple seconds nothing happened. “Crap, I’m too locked down,” she muttered. “Need some help?” “If you push on me right now, boy, I will end you…” “Okay. Just relax. Lean on me. Spread your legs. Feel the water running over you.” A few moments later she gave a little shiver, then a sigh, and the tension drained out of her. Her flow mingled with the water running down her legs and off her body. The scent of her piss wafted up to them on the steam. “There you go,” he whispered in her ear. “Whew,” she said after she was drained. “That was really hard. Harder than I thought.” “You managed, though! You’re so amazing!” “Yeah, I guess I did,” she said with a chuckle. She turned around to face him and took his erection in her hand. “You’re nice and hard.” “Mmhm.” “That turned you on a lot, huh?” “Yeah, but not half as much as what I’ve got planned for us tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow?” she said, eyebrows going up. “Yep.” “I’m gonna warn you, after this my bladder muscles might be a little tired.” “That shouldn’t be a big problem. I wanna try something different.” She thought it over. “’Kay, we can do more tomorrow. But there’s a price tag attached.” “You’re gonna make me wait to come, aren’t you.” “It’s like you know me,” she said, and kissed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll see if I can get Pt. 2 posted (in this thread) later tonight.
  38. 4 points

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    Well the title sort of explains the premise. The video is of a rather alternative looking woman doing her toilet whilst wearing a chastity belt. At one point she sits on the toilet and pees through the device and then dries it with toilet paper. I'm on a bit of a chastity belt kick this week, so hot! I might mess about with pullups chastity... Enjoy

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  39. 4 points
    a short scene from a crackbrained german TV series, a girl needs to pee and her friend humiliate her, nothing is shown.
  40. 4 points
    This one looks fantastic. sample_1m.mp4
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    In before Melificentfan? Wow, I'm a little quicker about this than I thought. Here's Part 2. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tuesday morning, Parker woke up well before Meagan and spent a while planning out what he wanted to do. He was still thinking hard when he realized she had woken up too, and was watching him with an amused expression. “What?” he asked. “Enjoying yourself?” “Huh?” She lightly tapped his hard-on. “Clearly you were thinking deep, philosophical thoughts.” “I was planning,” he said, mock-aggrieved. “Mmmhmm. I was wondering what you wanted to do differently.” “So we agreed that I got to control when and where you peed. Well, I’ve been mostly controlling the when. Now I want to play around with where. But I’m not sure how you’ll feel…” “Try me.” “Semi-public.” “How semi?” “Places you could be seen but aren’t likely to be.” “That’s a lot of campus, since it’s so empty.” “Well, that should help, yeah.” She put on an expression of exaggerated thought. “Hmmmmmm, I don’t know how I—’kay, sure!” she said, her face changing to enthusiastic as she did. “What, just like that?” “Like I said, it’s pretty dead around campus this week. This is really the best time to try. So, where’s your first place? Or are you gonna make me wait until after breakfast?” “So here’s what I was thinking…” A few minutes later they stood at the door of one of the dorm’s basement exits, which went out into (naturally) a stairway up to ground level. Meagan was wearing her thin robe—and nothing else. She had her arms crossed over her chest and was fidgeting a little, but from pee or cold Parker couldn’t tell. “Okay, maybe this is the hardest thing you’ve ever asked me to do,” Meagan said. “Nervous?” “Chilly. Already. And we’re not even outside yet. It’s November on the other side of that door, y’know.” “Well, it’s not gonna warm up much if we wait.” “Yes it will.” “When?” “May.” “If you wanna try holding it that long…” She curled one leg around her other. “No, I’m totally gonna do it. I’m just waiting to make my bladder motivate me a bit more. Won’t be long. Morning piss, remember?” “Want some water?” “Nope.” “I think I might have some,” Parker said. “It’s so delicious and trickling and flowing…” “Ain’t gonna work on me, lover.” “Well, maybe if I—” “Open the door, hon, I’m goin’.” “Wait, are you really…?” “Just about!” Parker pushed open the sturdy fire-exit door and stepped out into the stairwell, which came up to chest height on him. Meagan followed him out, teeth already starting to chatter. Conveniently there was a floor drain at the bottom of the steps, where they stood, to avoid flooding the stairwell on rainy days. Meagan saw it and positioned herself over it without instruction. She didn’t squat, however, just spread her legs apart. She flicked a glance around at the dorm windows in various directions. “Anyone could be watching,” she muttered. “At 7am during vacation?” “Fair enough,” she said. She paused. “Are you going?” “Not yet. I haven’t peed in this position before. Gimme a sec…” She bent her knees slightly. “Ahhh, there we go.” Her yellow stream spurted out and down in the usual mad rush. But it didn’t hit the drain square-on. Quite a lot of it spattered on the concrete… and some of it went on her legs and feet. She shot him a half-amused, half-exasperated look. “I’m gonna need another shower,” she said as her stream tapered to a trickle, then to a drip. “Totally fine by me,” he said. “You don’t get to wash me, either,” she said. “You took too long last time.” “I’ll make breakfast, then, shall I?” “Good boy.”
  42. 4 points
    So when your wife asks why you left out her pads on the floor when guests (that she sees frequently enough to have allowed in her home), given she's not an idiot and feminine hygiene products don't get up and walk around on their own, I assume you're going to tell the truth, given you're conscious about your morality, correct? Do share the results.
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    https://writer.inklestudios.com/stories/wg8d It's not super long, but it plays like a mix between milovana interactive tease and a pee holding poll. If you are unfamiliar, the idea is you follow the instructions and see if YOU (as in you irl) can make it the end without wetting. Its a challenge for people who like being desperate. In this case you're a girl on a geology field trip with limited bathroom availability. You and other people need to pee along the way. (Pretty much exclusively just female pee desperation). P.S. I've found inklewriter very easy to use compared to other interactive story makers. Maybe other people discovered this and they don't like the way it works, but I made this in like ~7 hours. Let me know if you have any advice.
  44. 4 points
    Did the people using your bathroom say anything? Did they make any comment about your wife having a leaky bladder?. If they did then I find that strange. If I was at somebody's house and went into their bathroom and saw a packet of open pads there I honestly wouldn't think anything of it. It's a hygiene product in a bathroom. Same as I wouldn't question finding toothpaste or shampoo in a bathroom, its a normal place for those things to be. I certainly wouldn't immediately think about somebody having a leaky bladder or other problems so simply having an open pack of pads for people to see is harmless. Also the fact that you enjoy thinking about other people potentially thinking things about your wife is harmless. Fantasies are fantasies, we all have them. I love imagining what certain people think about me in certain situations, it's harmless fun. However!! The fact that you stated your wife does not suffer from these problems yet you create a scenario to make people think that she does purely for your own enjoyment is questionable and where I think "yes, you are in the wrong". As I said above fantasies are harmless, what happens in your head can stay in your head and not hurt anyone. You could easily imagine people thinking those things about your wife and nobody gets hurt or embarrassed. However you purposely created a scenario with the hope of getting people to think those things about your wife and because she doesn't suffer those problems you are creating potential embarrassment out of a lie for your own gain. Whether its a victim less crime or not is not the point. You should never put the people you care about in any situation that may bring them embarrassment, especially when that situation is pure fabrication. So in my opinion what you did was morally wrong. I'm not saying it is a horrendous crime, there are a lot worse things you could have done. However you are still wrong in your actions and are abusing the trust that your wife has for you. This is purely my opinion on the matter. Just.... Which brings me onto my confusion regarding your post. Were it simply stating what you had done then I could handle that. But....it isn't. By making this post you clearly acknowledge that you yourself are questioning your actions and are debating the morality of it. I would read such a post as you looking for some sort of reassurance from others on this forum that what you did wasn't so bad. I would get that, you have done something, you worry it isn't right so you look to others for them to say it isn't so bad to make yourself feel better. However at the end of the post you clearly are aware that people are going to have negative opinions which leaves me confused as to why you would post in the first place. Saying that you posted because you wanted to see what peoples opinions are when you already know most of them will be against you seems kind of crazy to me but hey you asked for opinions and you got mine. Also "Is causing embarrassment an issue if there person never finds out and his never gets embarrassed?" If you have to ask that question I am not surprised you questioned your own morals.
  45. 4 points
    Recent find on Pornhub: two hot girls, probably from East Europe, start pissing on a bed, over the sheets. They're half-naked from the waist down, as you can see from the pic, and the pee is very long for bothe of them. Imo this clip is really hot and these two nasty sexy girls took my attention the first time I saw the video. I hope you liked it too :) WARNING: nudity and Anastacia music for the whole video. bed pissing.mp4 8 MB
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    Recent find on Pornhub. Hot redhead chick, naked from the waist down, spread her legs, shows us her vagina and pees while touching herself. This video is really short, but interesting in my opinion. Before anyone starts asking, here it is the link on Pornhub. WARNING: nudity and up-close shot of vagina. redhead pee outside.mp4
  47. 4 points
    another swimsuit omorashi, why swimsuit ? because i'm a swimmer and love swimsuit omorashi so muuch .... any request ? i'll try to draw it..... :)
  48. 4 points
    Wow, the Donald Trump pee tape has finally surfaced!
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    Doing small com for 6 bucks so I can get some stuff I need to draw this weekend.
  50. 4 points