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  1. This is the sweetest and kindest comment ever, thanks so much <3
  2. It’s seriously been a while since I posted anything. My first post here feels like something that happened years and years ago. I remember I started off as a shy and stupid girl who shunned dirty public toilets and was always afraid to voice out when I needed to pee, and ended up getting caught in tight desperate situations until one day I found out I enjoyed the feeling, and the way guys pretended not to notice when I hold myself. I’ve had two boyfriends and two heartbreaks, both of whom I’ve shared omorashi misadventures with and enjoyed thoroughly. Ever since my last breakup I don’t think I’ve had a ‘proper’ omorashi experience. At this point it just feel like it’s been so long since anything happened. And so I sought to indulge myself. (Short disclaimer I hope I don’t come across as deranged or slutty in what’s about to come. It’s just that I’ve been frustrated and unsatisfied ever since my breakup for a long while. Nothing harmful or crazy was done and this is really just a small war I’ve been fighting with myself. I’m not usually this emotionally intimate when posting online but I just really had to get all this off my chest and out my head) It all happened on my trip with a group of friends in Japan. We were 3 guys and 2 girls. For the sake of making this post easy to understand I’ll give them fake names because I don’t want to use their real ones. Let’s call the guys Ryan, John, Kevin and the girl Lily. We all met during exchange and we decided to go on a trip to Japan. It all happened when we were going to this little town. It involved taking the bullet train to a certain station and then switching to a non-stop 1.5 hour bus ride. When I thought about this ride I immediately imagined myself holding my pee in the bus, and I really just couldn’t get it out of my mind. The guys kept making all these stupid ribald jokes about Japanese fetishes and anime that really got me hot with thinking about omorashi, although I feigned disgust to their faces. Right before we got on the bus the boys went for a bathroom break. Lily didn’t have to go. We stood there watching the bags. I was feeling a moderately strong urge to pee after all the water I drank from lunch, and I subconsciously stood with my legs crossed to increase pressure between my thighs. My heart was thumping loud at that moment, making my head throb as well. Do I really want to do this? I knew I might regret this. Part of me yearned for it and part of me kept telling myself I was a sick and deranged girl. It was a hot day and while we were waiting, I pulled out a bottle of half-finished water and I began to drink. I’m going to regret this. The urge to pee felt stronger as I drank, and I slowly leaned my crotch against Lily’s massive suitcase. A sudden flush of relief and pleasure pulsed through me and I almost gasped. As I drank, I watched Lily perspiring in the sunlight, beads of sweat on her arms and cheeks. She wore a white T-shirt and tight little shorts that bore out her figure really well. I was having really weird thoughts about how cute she might look if was desperate to pee and whether I might enjoy it if I were a guy when she turned to me and said, ‘Don’t drink so much! You’ll end up needing to pee on the bus.’ I felt my cheeks flush with red as if she’d read my mind and probed into my crazy, secret thoughts, though by that time I had finished my water already. We got on the bus soon enough. There were 2 other pairs of couples on the bus apart from us, the rest of the seats being empty (though we actually had to book tickets to the bus and got pre-assigned seats XD ). Lily sat with Ryan like they always do. The other two gallant boys didn’t want to leave me with an empty seat, so I sat with Kevin with John sitting alone across the aisle. The urge to pee was mildly strong, but not exactly overpowering, but still I sighed with relief as I sat down. I could still turn back. The thought kept racing across my mind. There was a time when shy little me would turn apple red to the prospect of telling people I needed a bathroom break. I’m still shy, old personalities don’t die easily, but that wasn’t the reason why I kept silent. I knew if I told everyone I had to pee they’d laugh at me and ask why I didn’t go when everyone else did, they’d tease me as boys always do and Lily might offer to come with me too and that would be the end of it. But as I sat there with my legs crossed, my thighs pushing against my female parts, my bladder throbbing slightly, I felt the mild pulses of pleasure and the heart-pounding excitement that I haven’t felt for so long. I think I knew quite clearly I risked wetting myself, but long periods of frustration and my weird fetish compelled me to hold it. As the bus started, I twisted my legs in a knot and sat up straight. It was strangely pleasurable. In the past I won’t deny that desperate situations were mingled with pleasure, but there was more of the former and less of the latter. I’ve never dared holding in public on purpose for fear of wetting myself, but now that I did I felt excited and hot. My heart was pounding so hard I thought Kevin might hear it. Around 30 minutes in the water I drank was beginning to signal it's want for exit. My legs were a bit tingly from being crossed for so long. We all talked and joked in the bus but I did so only half-heartedly. It was hard to focus with the urge to pee growing stronger and stronger. I regretted wearing shorts. If I knew before I set off to Japan that I would be doing something this irrational and crazy I might’ve brought a skirt so it might be easier for me to pee into a bottle discreetly if I really needed to. But I was stuck with shorts only, and those stupid shorts wound itself tightly around my bladder like it's trying to squish it flat. The bus stopped in an intermediate stop and one of the couples got off. From then on it was a non-stop trip to our destination. I was rubbing my lower tummy, trying to soothe the aching bulge. Soon my hand drifted down and I was rubbing my crotch instead. There’s something really effective about the hand that the urge to pee lessened. I was nervous, desperate, and pleasured – and it brought back old memories of the times I shared with the men who broke my heart. I think we had about 20 more minutes to go. I had spent more than an hour fighting a straining bladder and I knew I was reaching my limit. As soon my first hand drifted downwards my second hand joined in as well. I was bouncing on my seat, trying to force my butt onto the seat so my hands can press harder against my pee hole. And my sensitive parts. The boys started to stare. A few seconds later Kevin broke the silence ‘Are you ok?’ Old memories rushed back. Pangs of heartbreak, fear of peeing myself, overwhelming sense of desperation, my mind screaming ‘what are you doing!’ to myself, embarrassment from being caught in such a state, all rushed into my mind and I burst into tears, ‘I really need to pee!’ By then Lily and Ryan turned their heads and realized what was going on as well. Yet there was nothing my friends could do. The boys were all staring at me. They sat stiff and feigned calm, yet their eyes kept reverting to where I was holding myself. Tears were streaming down my face, and I was choking back sobs. As I’ve always noted holding myself in shorts is difficult, as the stiff material makes it hard to cup my hand over my pee hole. I slipped my hand down my shorts and underneath my panties, and gave my pee hole a squeeze, and gasped from the relief. Lily, as I knew she would, wacked the boys over their heads for staring at my predicament and made them sit in front of us while she sat with me. I held myself the best I did, more in desperation than pleasure now that it seemed I might actually wet myself. In the end I did pee myself, though every time I let out a gush of pee I somehow manage to twist my legs and hold myself till I stemmed the flow, like twisting a towel dry. By the time I got off the bus I was a mess, full of tears with a wet patch on my crotch, leaving a tiny puddle on my seat. Lily (bless this girl) stayed behind to clean up as we didn’t want to leave a mess while I ran for the toilet. I find that I could never hold my pee near a toilet when I’m at my limit. Near the toilet I started peeing uncontrollably, leaving a spotted trail behind me. But I got myself inside a stall and sat down on the loo and finished my pee (which lasted for 3 seconds -.- ). At this point I won’t deny it. After relieving myself I was so hot and wet. I sat there on the loo and finished my business with my fingers. Lily came 10 minutes later with new clothes from my suitcase, and I was still on the loo, but relieved. That night at the Japanese hot baths, we joked about it and the boys, and I thanked her heartily for being such a sweet girl. The boys didn’t want to embarrass me so they pretended that nothing happened. And the rest of the trip was flawless. So here I sit, typing out my first intentional public holding. Even as I recall all this I won’t deny that I’m aroused by the memory of it. I hope you won’t think me wanton or crazy because of this, and as always, I’m eternally grateful towards this platform. Here is where I can shed my burden and share my turmoil freely, the only place where I might hope to find someone who would understand.
  3. He’s a really nice kid just has a tendency to prank people XD
  4. Literally the dumbest thing happened to me today. I got myself so desperate again I thought my bladder would burst. So I have a part time job where I go and tutor this 6 year old boy Chinese every week. He's an Asian boy and his parent's don't know any proper Chinese so they want me teaching him. In case they somehow see this post and figure out who I am let's just call the boy Max from now on. Anyway, today was just like any other day, I go to his place and start my teaching. I usually give 2 hour lessons and today was no different. Normally, I would empty my bladder before going to his place. I'm too embarrassed to ask to use their bathroom (DON'T ASK ME WHY IM JUST SHY T.T) and even in the past when I had too pee during lessons I would hold it till I was back home before I relieved myself. But today I had sort of a hectic schedule. I had lunch with a friend I haven't seen in a while and immediately hopped over to Max's place. I drank a bit too unreservedly during lunch and I was already feeling a slight urge to pee when I got to his place. Anyway, I held onto it and carried on with my lesson. The need to pee made the lesson unbearable. At first, it was just a slight bother down there, which kept me from focusing on what I was doing. An hour later, the urge was growing into something quite hard to ignore. I kept crossing and recrossing my legs, eyeing longingly at the toilet. I kept practicing in my mind saying 'I'm sorry I need to use the toilet.' but I just felt too embarrassed to do it. Halfway through the lesson, Max's mom handed me freshly juiced orange juice and kept encouraging me to drink it. I found no polite way to refuse, and took several reluctant gulps. I could literally feel my pee hole tingling whenever I swallowed the juice. Teaching Max is so difficult when you have a bursting bladder. He's the type that wouldn't sit still and chasing him around while needing to pee was a pain. I found myself cradling my bladder like a pregnant woman when he ran off with my pencil case and every step I took made me want to pee even more. I usually have all the patience for him but this time I simply had to pee way too badly. When sitting down, I slipped my phone between my legs and pressed onto it so the corner would press onto my pee hole to relieve the pressure. But at some point even that wasn't enough so I slipped my hand down my skirt and quietly held myself. It worked fine until Max whispered to my ear 'Why do you have your hands in your skirt' and started laughing hysterically. I was so embarrassed I could feel my ears go red, and I swore I felt the urge to tape Max's mouth shut at that time. The lesson finally ended, and but that time I was REALLY desperate. i quickly said bye to Max and his mom, and made a dash to the bus station. I think I was pretty naive to think I could make it back home at that state, but I was so desperate I wasn't thinking straight. I was hopping on spot, and luckily no one was there with me, so I held myself freely. While I was waiting I was starting to loose control. My panties were a little damp and I was holding myself so hard I can’t imagine myself riding on the bus in that state. 10 minutes later the bus came, but I made a bold decision to run back to Max’s place and ask for the toilet, something which I should’ve done an hour ago. When I got to the door I rang the doorbell, but no one answered. For a second I feared they all went out or something. But then I heard Max’s voice coming from the backyard. Next to the house was a tall metal gate that led to the backyard. I stumbled over there, clutching myself to keep my pee from gushing out, and saw Max. He saw me and came over. I was quite frantic when I saw him and all I said was ‘please open the door for me’. He asked me why and asked why I was hunched. I told him I really had to pee and told him to let me in. Max then said whether I would pee myself if he didn’t let me in. At that moment I knew he was going to make a joke out of me. I did all I could and begged him to get his mom, but apparently she was working on something at the backyard and couldn’t hear us. I tried pulling the gate frantically but it was locked. Max kept taunting me and making water sounds, with no intention of letting me in. I was holding myself with both hands and so my skirt was a little rolled up, and Max said he could see my underwear and roared with laughter. I was so angry and hurt and desperate at that time I had no idea what to do. Luckily, right at that moment, Max’s mom came over to my rescue. I was so embarrassed that all I said was ‘I need to pee!’ and she quickly let me in. I ran to the toilet, yanked my panties down and peed and peed and peed. After that I had a pretty awkward send off from Max’s mom telling me that I am always free to use their toilet. She was like ‘you poooor girl!’ and asked me how long I was holding my pee for. She also told Max off for taunting me though he’s a little boy and I pretty much forgive him now that its all over. And that was the end of that.
  5. Haha if you’re a girl you’ll envy how easy guys can pee in any given location to avoid an incident
  6. Haha well I just happened that my recent experiences happened in China that’s all. Went there awhile ago in an exchange programme and now I’m back again to visit friends and relatives ^^
  7. It’s been a while since I was caught up in such a desperate situation as yesterday. So I went to China on an exchange programme last year and I really enjoyed it. I made a lot of dear friends, and for the coming two weeks, I’m back there again to visit my friends and relatives for a quick holiday. My flight to China was pleasant enough. I came from Australia where the weather is cool, but summer is approaching in China so I went to the bathroom to change out of my autumn clothing as the plane was nearing its destination. By then, I was already feeling an urge to pee. In the bathroom I wrestled in the tiny cubical, squeezing out of my jeans, and changing into my shorts and T shirt. For a second I considered whether I should pee then and there, but I was clutching an armful of clothes and I figured I could pee once I was off the plane. The plane slowly closed in on the airport, and by the time it had landed I was pretty desperate to pee, and my legs felt a little jelly from the urge. After going through immigration and grabbing my luggage, I was dragging two suitcases (a girl needs her clothes!) and my handbag, and there were lines at the girl’s bathroom. I had to pee pretty badly but I didn’t want to pee while carrying so much stuff and I was confident I could hold it in till I reached the hotel where I was staying. After making this terrible decision I went to take a taxi. The taxi lines were long and it took another 15 minutes till I finally got my taxi. I needed to pee pretty badly and I was already starting to regret my decision. All the juice I drank on the plane was flowing to my bladder, and I found myself unable to stand still. I put my whole weight on my vagina, pressing against the suitcase handle, and it made the wait bearable. The taxi driver was a 40 year old looking guy. He said his back trunk was full so I had to put my suitcases at the backseat, while I sat at the front. We then set off to my hotel. The urge to pee grew and grew, and I was absolutely bursting to pee. The taxi driver seemed very interested in me and kept talking to me, asking me about where I’m from and what I’m doing in China, but I was so desperate I couldn’t quite focus on his talking. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could to hold it in. I considered telling the taxi driver to stop by for a while so I could pee, but I was too shy to tell some random dude I needed to pee. The hotel was further than I thought, and the driving took forever. A car cut in land and the driver stopped the car with a jolt. The seatbelt pressed on my bladder so hard I felt a huge pressure on my pee hole, and I had to clutch my vagina to hold my pee in. The driver asked if I was ok, and I realized I was becoming pretty obvious, so I told him I really needed to pee, and asked if he could let me off so I could find a bathroom. He assured me that we were ‘almost there’. While he drove on he kept saying how holding my pee is unhealthy, but I couldn’t help but notice how he kept leering at my legs as I held myself. I was trying to avoid holding myself in front of him but I was just too desperate. It was around 7:00 pm then and people were going home from work. As you might expect, there was a lot of traffic. I think after 15 minutes later I couldn’t take it anymore, and I suddenly burst out ‘我要尿出來啦’ (I’m going to pee) and I started crying. I didn’t, of course, pee, but I was so desperate every second felt like I was about to lose control. I was literally bouncing on my seat in desperation, and I didn’t want to pee myself in a taxi. I begged the driver to let me off for a while so I could find a toilet, but he just kept saying we’re almost there. Part of me suspected he was enjoying the show, and if he were I knew he would just drive till I peed myself. But there was nothing I could do in that position. My best hope was to keep holding it. The taxi seemed to drive on forever. My shorts were really tight, and my bladder was so full that I undid my button in hopes of giving it some ‘space’. Eventually, the taxi stopped at a traffic light, and right outside the window was a public bathroom! I told the driver to stop for a while so I could pee, but he kept saying he couldn’t stop at a traffic light. I was so desperate to pee I considered bolting out the car for the toilet, but I couldn’t leave all my luggage in the car and risk the driver driving off. I looked longingly at the toilet as the lights changed and we drove off. I was on the brink off peeing myself, and so I yanked my shorts off, and told the driver I’m about to pee in his car. He quickly pulled out a bottle and told me too pee in it. As I was opening the bottle pee was already gushing out. I tried my best to aim and I peed until I had almost completely filled the bottle, which was a large one. I cleaned myself up and put my shorts back on. We finally arrived, and after i unloaded all my stuff the driver drove off. Hopefully I’ll never have to see him again.
  8. It's been a while since I posted up here, but last week I was simply caught up in the most desperate situation I've ever been in for ages. I'm applying for some overseas events in my uni, and apparently I need to prove my English ability with an ielts test (total rip off). For those of you who don't know, it's an English aptitude test with 4 parts, listening, reading, writing and speaking. Last week I had to sit an exam for listening, reading and writing all in a row, and it was here that I found myself in the truly most desperate situation I've had in years. Before I had my exam I had lunch where I chugged down a huge glass of juice. Little did I know that would be my biggest mistake ever. The exam was done in a huge ballroom in a hotel. We registered and settled down, and I even peed before the exam started just in case. But apparently the juice was still working it's way down my body, so I didn't really pee much then. The exam began with the listening section. All the while the staff (or the 'invigilators' a fancy word which they used) kept telling us that we would not be allowed to the bathroom during the listening section. After about 30 minutes of laying out the rules and giving out papers and registering the last entrees, I was starting to feel a slight urge to pee. But it wasn't much, and so I crossed my legs and was actually quite confident my bladder wouldn't be too much of a problem in the 3 hour exam. The listening part took ages, after which the urge to pee was already bothering me. I was shaking my legs so badly my chair started to rock, and my thighs were numb after an hour of being twisted into a knot. We were quite widely spaced over where we were sitting (to prevent cheating I guess), so I could hold myself freely without people seeing. I slipped my hand under my skirt and gave my pee hole a tight pinch, and the relief was immediate. I knew we were allowed to go to the bathroom after the listening part, so I was resolved to go if i felt like I really couldn't hold it. The reading exam began. The passages we had to read were simple, but I was so distracted by my urge to pee it took me 40 minutes to finish the paper. After I was done I was left with 20 minutes to raise my hands for permission to the toilet. I was really desperate and I really really wanted to pee, but apart from 2 guys who went at the start of the reading paper no one else left their seats to go. I wanted to go so bad, but I was too shy to raise my hand all of a sudden and let everyone know I needed to pee. I really can't help it, but I always feel so shy about asking for permission to the toilet. The remainder of my reading paper was a quiet mental war between whether I should go or not. I was holding myself so hard my skirt was all crumpled, but in the end I failed and the writing paper came next. The writing paper was an hour long, and I convinced myself that once I was done with the writing, I would raise my hands for permission no matter what. I worked as fast as I could, but my urge to pee was distracting me so much, and it took me 50 minutes to finish the paper. There was several times when I lost control and a little spurt of pee gushed out, but somehow I found the will power to force myself to hold my pee back in. My panties were damp and cold, and I could feel myself on the urge of crying. Just when I thought I was done I realized, in my desperation, there was a part in the writing question I didn't address. I worked furiously to change my answer, and only just managed to make it in time. Miraculously, though I've let several spurts of pee out by accident, I still retained control over my bladder, though I was already on the brink of bursting. The collection of papers took forever, and I blushed so badly when the guy who took my paper saw me holding myself and gave me a really weird look (gosh I was so stupid). When we could finally leave everyone rushed to the door, and as I was sitting on the far side of the room I had to wait forever till I could leave. While I was desperately trying to find my way out, this girl tapped my back and asked me whether I needed to pee. Turns out she sat behind me and I was making too much of a display about my desperation for her not to notice. I almost cried when I told her my bladder was so full I was about to pee myself. We got separated after that random encounter. As you might've guessed, the line to the girls bathroom was insanely long after the exam. There were loads of people around and I couldn't hold myself, and I could feel my pee was about to gush out any second. Then an idea came to my mind. I took the stairs and ran to the first floor. Sure enough, I saw an open door to a room and someone was doing cleaning. I knocked and I begged for permission to use the toilet. The lady doing the cleaning didn't seem willing and she said she wasn't allowed. I was about to plead further when I felt pee running through my fingers and down my legs. I didn't wait for her permission and rushed to the bathroom. Amazing I couldn't find the loo (turns out it was behind the open door -.-) and so I rushed to the shower, ripped my panties off, knelt down and peed into the drain. The lady doing the cleaning walked in and just stared as I peed and peed into the drain. And that's how it ended. In the end I apologised to the cleaning lady and she was pretty mad that some random girl barged in and started peeing. But I couldn't help it I was too desperate to control myself. My skirt was relatively dry thankfully. I just hope my test results turn out well otherwise it would feel like all that desperation had been for nothing -.-
  9. For the first time, it is not me who's desperate to pee, but my friend. I've always enjoyed omorashi because my boyfriend enjoyed watching me hold my pee, so I sort of derived my pleasure from my boyfriend. But watching my friend desperate today really made me understand why my boyfriend enjoyed watching me so much. Even though I'm not sexually attracted to girls, I actually found my friend rather cute when she was desperate (I'm so cold hearted XD), and I can only imagine how attractive it would be to a man. It all happened yesterday. If you have read my previous experience, you would know I'm overseas on an exchange programme in China, and that I am very close friends with my cousin's girlfriend, Ashley. Now, this time, it was Ashley who was desperate. We were going to have a girls-day-out together and I was to meet her in the morning by the bus stop. Ashley was 10 minutes late, which was unlike her, as she was usually punctual. It turns out she overslept, and had to rush out to meet me. Unlike me, Ashley is never shy, and she very plainly admitted she didn't have the chance to pee that morning. I told her to pee before we leave, but Ashley said the bus ride wouldn't take long, and that she felt slightly desperate only. The bus took about 10 minutes to arrive. During our wait, we chatted as usual, but I could see Ashley shifting her legs slightly, and I could tell she was getting more and more desperate. The bus eventually came, and the both of us stepped on. Five minutes in, Ashley tapped my arm. She was looking anxious and said her urge to pee was gaining really fast. I've always found the body gets used to the urge to pee in the morning, and makes it feel like you don't really have to pee, when in fact your bladder is already rather full. I guess Ashley's sensations finally kicked in now that she's settled down on a seat, and from her worried look, I could tell she had to pee really bad. She asked me whether we could get off at the next stop, and I said yes immediately. The next stop was still rather far away, and unfortunately for Ashley, we had arrived in a narrow street with four rows of traffic lights ahead. Cars were flooding the road from different corners, all being held back by the traffic lights. As you can imagine, there was a massive jam. Ashley saw this and I saw her bite her lips. She was holding herself with both hands and shaking on her seat. She looked so pitiful, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. The bus was still stuck in the traffic and Ashley looked pale from the urge to pee. She complained about wearing shorts instead of a skirt, since she could pee secretly in a bottle if she were in a skirt. Ashley was holding herself in a really awkward position and I was honestly really worried other passengers might see her, so I did my best to cover her up with my body. Ashley was so desperate she kept mumbling "I really need to pee!" in a teary voice. About 5 minutes later, the bus had only cleared a quarter of the street. Without warning, Ashley jumped from her seat and went to the driver. She was in tears when she pleased him to let her off the bus. The driver seemed reluctant as it was against the rules to let someone off somewhere outside a bus stop, but it was impossible to stay hard-hearted to a crying girl so clearly on the brink of peeing herself. So the driver let us off, and I could feel everyone's eyes on us as we left the bus. I can't help but feel the embarrassment I would have were I in Ashley's shoes. There were plenty of stores on the streets, but not a single public toilet. Ashley was so desperate she was resting her head on my shoulder as we stood there, clueless as to what to do next. Then I noticed a restaurant which had a toilet inside. Ashley immediately went over and asked if she could use the toilet. The restaurant was deserted and shady and gave me an unpleasant feeling. The man at the entrance said the toilets were for customers only, and he was leering at Ashley who was holding herself out of desperation. I guess Ashley did not like the looks of the man anymore than I did, for as desperate as she was, she dragged us out of there. Then we did the next best thing we could. People working in the shops around the area had to pee somewhere, so we asked the people there for directions to a nearby toilet. A sympathetic woman gave us directions, and I could hear her call Ashley 'you poor girl' as we left for the toilets. Ashley was having trouble walking straight, and she was holding herself with one hand while rubbing her bladder with the other. Thankfully, the streets weren't as full of people as they were of cars. We reached the public toilet, and at first we were glad not to find a line leading from the bathroom doors. But there were only two cubicles inside and both were occupied. Ashley stood there, shaking on spot, sobbing quietly as she resisted her full bladder. At last, she knocked on one of the doors to a locked cubical and said a very weak 'please hurry up'. But all we heard was a sniff from inside and nothing more. Ashley was so desperate she couldn't wait. She took off her shorts and started positioning herself on the sink. I was a little heart broken to see that we had to come to this but it was better than wetting oneself in public. Even as she was rolling her panties down, she started peeing. Some of it damped her panties, but she positioned herself on the sink in time to keep most of her pee away from her clothes. She must have peed for a minute. Thankfully no one stepped into the toilet and so no one else saw Ashley's embarrassing fiasco on the sink. By the time Ashley was finished she was blushing so much even her ears went red. But thankfully she didn't have to pee and embarrass herself in public. We laughed the whole incident off soon afterwards. But it really got me into thinking. I've always known that my bf enjoys watching me hold my pee, but now I think I actually understand why he does. Even though I'm a girl, and I'm not attracted to girls whatsoever, I actually found Ashley kind of cute when she needed to pee. I could only assume men would find it much more attractive than I do.
  10. It was really sweet seeing you say this^^, honestly I'm surprised men are envious of the inconveniences of being a girl. I've actually been a bit envious (though the other way around) that men can pee outside more conveniently than girls do, which would've came in handy in some desperate situations. Also, skirts aren't 100% stain free, it depends on your posture and the length of the skirt, and walking with wet panties on is a pretty disgusting feeling. But if you take your panties off, you'll end up in taut spirits for the rest of the day out of fear someone might peek under your skirt with no panties on.
  11. My high school years have been marred by teachers who have think adolescents should be old enough to manage their bladder without having to take bathroom breaks from class. Omorashi is only ever pleasant when there is no humiliation entailed (at least for me) and as a student who has suffered from this, I really hope you'd start letting your students pee when they have to. Over time, your students, especially the girls, will start to hide the fact that they need to pee, knowing that you wouldn't let them, just to avoid the embarrassment of being denied and drawing the attention of the whole class. That means they'd end up holding their pee quielty even when they're dying to go. You don't know how it feels to be bursting in class, or you would've let your students go. There's the fear of wetting yourself, the anxiety from watching the clock slowly tick its way till recess, the embarrassment when others see you holding yourself when it's too much, and of course the desperation. Students learn to dread those teachers with strict bathroom policies, and it's the first step of being a hated teacher rather than a popular one. I really hope you'd start letting your students bathroom breaks, for your sake as much as for theirs.
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