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  1. Thank you so much! I hope to write more soon! My, I'm honored! It's the best thing you could ever say to me, so..thank you from the bottom of my heart! I think I'll write more about groups in the future because it was really thrilling, even for me ;) maybe not in the very next chapter, but soon! Thank you so much! See ya soon!
  2. I'm truly sorry for the delay, but I've been terribly busy. Hope you like the update! Thanks to @DerivativeWings for the inspiring idea! A Proper Lady Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Cora, Robert, various Setting: pre-serie (around 1890) Warning for this chapter: desperation (+group desp), wetting. Chapter 6 – Picnic Party About an hour later, they arrived at the picnic party. Robert had the bottle in his hand and as soon as he climbed down the carriage, he faked a stumble and dropped the bottle, which shattered into pieces instantly. A couple of scolds from his mother about his clumsiness were nothing, compared to the avoided disaster. Cora on the other hand, still needed to pee. It was a constant thought that she could successfully push in the back of her mind, for the moment and she was only happy that she'd emptied her bladder – half of it, she feared – not enough to erase her discomfort completely, but enough for her to act normally. She'd endured much more with worse scenery, so she was confident she could survive the party without any trouble or very little ones. That was what she thought, at least. Mindful of her previous experience, she knew she couldn't ask where the loo was or her lady reputation would've been ruined – that Robert didn't know or never thought about it, so she needed to put on a straight face and survive the party as best as she could. Hopefully, they would stop at the pub on the way home, but at the worst, Cora was confident she could hold on until home. She playfully scolded her husband too, who combed his hair with his hand, faking an embarrassed smile as his mouth cast apologies to his deaf mother. “Try to behave yourself!” Violet concluded with a stern look before leaving with the Duchess, heading to a group of older lady nearby. Of course, groups were already forming and Cora felt sick to the heart thinking she would've to go herself to meet with petulant girls about her age. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed to never be enough for them. “You'll be alright, Cora?” Robert was whispering, concern all over his face. She thought he was cute. “Of course I will.” She promptly replied, smiling sweetly. “You can go with your friends now.” “It's a picnic darling.” He giggled, quite softened by her confused expression. Sometimes she really looked like a child and those are the occasion where Robert truly realized she was still new to their customs. Sure, in America they all had the same things, but they were done differently. “I'd like to stay with you, if you don't mind.” He winked, making her blush. “Of course I don't mind.” She replied mildly, taking his arm. They had done a little stroll before Cora's eyes caught a familiar silhouette standing alone by a tree. She squinted her eyes, tugging a little he husband's jacket to catch his attention too. “Isn't that Myrtle?” Robert inquired. It was odd to find her there, by herself, pacing restlessly under a tree with her head down: since the first day they'd met her she had been the gleeful one, timid and shy, but joyful.. with Cora and Robert of course, since she was a simple girl who had married a noble, quite Cora and Robert's story to the eyes of the other girls. “Myrtle?” Cora called her softly as soon as they got closer. Still, the blond hadn't noticed. When she heard her friend calling, she nearly jumped. Her face was red and her lips parted; they could almost hear her heart thumping inside her chest, only slowing down at the realization of who she had before her. “Cora, Robert!” She smiled, still, her voice was uneven. “You're here too!” and she attempted a clumsily hug. When she detached from Cora, she swallowed hard. “What are you doing here by yourself? Where's Anthony?” Cora asked, leaving Robert alone so she could take Myrtle's arm instead. “Are you alright?” “Oh I'm alright.” She nodded, but didn't look convinced at all “Anthony is sick, nothing serious, but he preferred to stay at home. I'm here with my mother in law, she's with the matrons of course.” She sighed “You know I don't like our lovely friends, Cora, they would mock me.” “I know what you mean.” Cora agreed, well knowing the joy o being alone in a group of snobs. “But now there's two of us.” “Yes, so they can mock us both.” Myrtle scoffed. “Myrtle, that is so not like you.” Robert playfully replied “How do you know?” “I know alright!” Myrtle spat, looking quite angry all of a sudden. Cora and Robert exchanged a perplexed look. “Are you sure you're alright?” Cora asked again. “I'm really sorry-” Myrtle gasped, asking silently for forgiveness, looking directly at Robert “it's just-” the girl turned her head to Cora this time, blinking allusively “I really-” “Robert, darling, be an angel. Would you fetch us some drinks?” Cora asked. Robert frowned deeply, staring at them both. His wife would have never asked for drinks after that crazy carriage ride and he could bet she needed to visit the bathroom still. He cleared his throat and gave a nod, deciding it was about womanly things he couldn't understand. “I really don't know what to do.” Myrtle whispered – a loud whisper – when they found themselves alone. “About what?” Cora questioned. She was starting to think wildly: cheating, betrayals, finance problems, babies… “I got myself into troubles.” Myrtle gasped sadly. Her eyes weren't for Cora though, for they were scanning the place searching for something or so it seemed. “What kind of trouble, dear?” Cora asked again, following her into her nervous stroll, the smallest she'd ever seen: a couple of steps away from the tree and then back again. “I could help.” “How could you?” She was smiling now but it was a sad one. “Myrtle you're scaring me.” Cora said sincerely. “You're the only friend I've got, I want to help!” it was true. They only had each other in that mean world. They both knew that. “I'm about to lose control of my bladder.” Myrtle mumbled, softly but clearly between her clenched teeth. He cheeks became the color of two ripe tomatoes. “What?” Cora stuttered. “I need to use the loo. Like right now.” the blond growled. Only then Cora realized that her nervous stroll was only a masquerade for her potty-dance. “Oh.” Cora sighed. She felt relieved for she was not the only one with that pressing need but also she felt sorry for her friend, not to mention that seeing her distress made her a little more desperate herself. “My mother-in-law wants me to hold until the end of the party.” She gasped and crossed her ankles. “But I won't. I know I won't.” Cora was speechless. Not only she completely understand what her friends was going through, now that she knew her needs, she could detect much clearer her problems and gestures, which were pretty obvious even to an unknown eye. That only meant that she needed to go, bad, way worse than her. “Of course you will.” Cora said encouragingly, even though she doubt it: who better than her could identify those specific signs? “My mother-in-law will think I'm some sort of peasant girl who can't control herself. I will never be a lady.” She lamented and her knees went weak for a moment. Cora was starting to think that it was some sort of tradition or a tire of passage. She even thought of herself being mean to her son's wife if one day she'd had a son. “We can do this, Myrtle, come on.” She cleared her throat, her friend's movements playing with her own brain. “I- kinda need to go too.” “You do?” Myrtle asked, her eyes growing wide in surprise. “I do.” Cora nodded. “I wish I were Belle.” The blond chuckled, sighing heavily as she leaned against the trunk. “Who?” Cora lifted her eyebrow, happy that the new subject could distract Myrtle and herself from their dances. After all, she really didn't know who was this Belle. “Belle. She's well- you know.” Myrtle awkwardly gestured toward a group of laughing men. Most of them were young and they were loud, each one of them with a strong drink in his hand, to tell the truth, two: one full and one empty. “Why is she here then?” She whispered. Cora was shocked: they all wanted ladies at their parties and yet they invited a.. seducer to their gatherings. “She threatens everybody to speak. She has many partners you know. After all, she just wants to attend these parties and entertain the men.. those fools, they let her catch 'em like that.” Myrtle sighed, then shook her head “Parties for silence, sounds like a good compromise.” “Well, what does she has to do with our problem?” Cora wondered. “She's no lady!” Myrtle spat, matter-of-factly. Cora nodded, even if she didn't quite catch the meaning of all that. Right now she could only think about that she needed the loo, so everything was complicated for her focused brain. “She can go whenever she wants?” Cora tried. “Oh she does much worse.” Myrtle moaned a little, crossing her legs under her dress. Her eyes were squinted. “The boys stuff her with as many drinks as possible, then group around her and play. Making her wet herself right in the middle of the garden.” “Why would they do that?” Cora was truly shocked. “She is no lady but she doesn't want to walk around with a wet dress. There's a chance she might flash 'em.” She shook violently her head. Maybe those talks weren't what she needed after all. “Nobody judges her. Quite the contrary.” She hissed and there was a hint of envy in Myrtle's eyes. Cora could understand. Not being judge and enjoy something like that. She wished she were Belle too! But she had to admit she had her fun in her bedroom with Robert and she could bet that was much better than what Belle offered. “I must admit she's lucky.” Cora commented, beginning to swift on her spot for her bladder had started to fill up. With those talks and that view of Myrtle squirming to hold everything in. “I thought I could find a solution.” Myrtle sobbed. “But I'm too scared.” Suddenly, Cora realized what Myrtle wanted to do behind that tree and it was the worst idea she could have: she was too exposed. “It's too dangerous, Myrtle and-” “And-?” “And they're coming over here.” Cora swallowed hard, trying her best to smile at the group of girls approaching, their chattering and high giggles ringing into her ears. They say her accent was awful but Cora found those chirping way more annoying. “I'm sorry Sarah but the spot is occupied already.” the baroness smirked. Cora well remembered her face, her voice, the hatred she felt when she had to endure through her first hold. That hideous girl seemed to be associated with that kind of problem way too much.. she smelled one girl's needs like a hunter dog! Only seconds later she noticed that one of the baroness' group was red as a tomato, squirming and eying around with a preoccupied face. She, the baroness and some other of her friends, seemed to doing great while Myrtle and this Sarah girl seemed in trouble. Doing good made Cora felt proud and confident. “Is there something wrong, here?” She asked nonchalantly, almost neglecting Myrtle, who suddenly gripped to her arm. It looked like a normal gesture, but her nails were digging into Cora's flesh and the gloves didn't help a bit – she knew Myrtle was trying to better cope with her body and her spasming bladder, so she tried her best to act normal. “Of course not!” Sarah spat, her cheeks growing purple. “No.” The baroness repeated, but a diverted and mean smirk was painted upon her thin lips. Sarah was a petite girl with red hair and a tiny waist, surely squeezed into a corset that had been pulled to its limits. Her green dress wrapped her slim body perfectly and the skirt was considerably less wider than the average, which didn't cover well the movements of her legs. She was shaking, rubbing her thighs and her hands were balling at her sides. Cora swallowed hard. Now things would get interesting. Sarah, Myrtle… not to mention herself! Her bladder was extending, she could almost feel her skin stretching as her needs became more and more compelling. Having those two right before her eyes, knowing exactly what was the problem, was torturing her body. “Well, I think we shall find my husband. He was about to bring us something to drink.” Cora said casually, searching with not precise aim into the crowd. “Of course. He's there.” the baroness pointed her finger: Robert was approaching with two glasses and a large smile. “We'll wait for you here. We'll take tea together.” Cora's heart dropped. She almost screamed when Myrtle dug her nails deeper into her skin. She felt a small spurt escaping her muscles and she clenched everything back. Myrtle's stiff walk was an obvious warning of her needs, but she managed to stroll alongside Cora until they meet Robert. “Here.” He said proudly, but his smile sunk when he noticed their faces and the baroness with her group of friends behind them. “Are they mocking you again?” “No, they set us up.” Myrtle murmured, taking her cup filled with reddish liquid between her shaking hands. “What do you mean? You need help?” Robert asked, throwing an eloquent glance at her wife. Cora shook her head. “No, you go. We'll manage, somehow.” She smiled and sighed loudly. “I'm sorry Myrtle but we must drink this.” “No, I can not.” the girl shook violently her head. “We have no choice.” Cora sighed and gulped down the content of her glass, leaving just a few drops on the bottom. Myrtle didn't reply and did the same. Five minutes later, they were all sitting in a circle of cushions, under a white tent with a very short legged table in the middle of them. They were six: Cora, Myrtle, the baroness, Sarah and other two, twin sisters coming from Edinburgh to pay a visit to their relative. It made Cora a little uneasy that everyone obviously knew about Myrtle and Sarah's need to pee. Nobody seemed to care about that, not that they could talk about it, of course, but what made Cora mad was the baroness, always daring them to drink more tea. She looked so willing to find out who would give up first. And she didn't even know about her own need, thank God! Those were two fine English girl – even if Myrtle wasn't noble – she couldn't even imagine she would have done with her! Well, she did, actually, because now that the baroness was playing with those two, Cora couldn't help but notice that it was almost the same game she endured when she was the one suffering. Cora sighed, pretending to sip from her cup which surprisingly hosted the same amount of liquid after every gulp. Fortunately, this time, the attentions weren't for her. She could only feel sorry for Myrtle, now squirming impatiently, sometimes even closing her eyes, when the baroness offered more tea to Sarah and vice versa. Myrtle and Sarah were desperate. Everybody knew that and no one could do anything. Cora, on the other hand, was distracted by her own impelling need: her bladder felt incredibly heavy and an odd warmness was spreading at her core. She wasn't sure it was a leaking of just sweat, because she felt generally hot and down there, her muscles were working hard to avoid the yearned release and also to fight her own bladder, which was spasming terribly, more and more often now, since it had its first, uncompleted relief. She'd strategically sat down on the top of a small pyramid of three cushions, and placed herself right in the middle in a half-sitting, half-kneeling position. The third cushions was between her legs, its stuffed corner pointing upward, pressing rather annoyingly to her center; but it was helping and that was the only thing that mattered. Cora stared with difficulty as her friends was forced to squirm like mad and gulp down cup after cup, until it was too late and her hand flew between her legs like it had its own will. Myrtle's face grew more red, like never before, and a soft giggling spread around the small group, starting from the baroness and ending with the twins. Sarah was gasping loudly, gripping to a cushion, refusing so hard to grip at her own crotch even if that was the only real thing she wanted to do and it was written all over her face. “Looks like we've got a winner.” the baroness said proudly, but it was then that Cora noticed a darker shadow spreading near her. And the source of it was Sarah. A squirming, red, mortified Sarah wiggling her legs and making a mess with the smaller cushions in front of them as she tried to stop the flow that gushed out from between her legs. At some point her knee bumped into the small table and knocked all the cups. “Sarah!” the baroness screamed, jumping onto her feet, quickly mirrored by the twins. “I- I can't stop!” Sarah whimpered and Cora stared at the poor girl with her wet dress. Her bladder was spasming and she had to focus to push back the will of grabbing herself to a corner of her head. “You're such a disappointment!” the baroness scolded and left, chaperoned by the other two. Sarah was left alone in her warm puddle, which kept growing in size as the girl stayed there, watching as her accident made itself more and more noticeable. Cora felt sorry for her and Myrtle.. Myrtle almost didn't even noticed. Or she did and she was trying her best to control herself: all that tea and the sight of the relief right in front of her, she sound of the drops falling from the dress and hitting the carpet. Everything was torture. It was a torture for Cora, she couldn't imagine what it was for Myrtle. Nevertheless, she wanted to end her friend's suffering. She wasn't like her, after all, she couldn’t possibly enjoy the feeling, since she'd been complaining since she first arrived. But now.. now they had an ally, right? “Sarah, don't worry. You'll be fine.” Cora tried to sound comforting toward the girl, but Sarah kept staring at the void, also, her brow seemed to get increasingly wrinkled. “Spare me.” She grunted. “Happy? You filthy peasant!” she screamed, this time she was talking to Myrtle, who rose two big, watery eyes as her lips were parted into a silent scream and both of her hands were buried down her crotch area. “I didn't do anything!” Myrtle screamed back, her voice quivered. “You didn't that's right! So I lost it!” Sarah whimpered, still angry “And now I lost the baroness' sympathy too!” She gasped and stood up with some difficulty. The front of her dress was completely soaked but she didn't seem to care a bit. “Go on and pee! You won!” She spat and ran away, trying to cover herself with her closed umbrella. Cora watched the scene with shock on her face. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen nor heard. “I'm losing it.” Myrtle whimpered loudly. Cora nodded and tried to stand up. The heaviness on her bladder worked hard on her muscles and the brick she was storing inside dropped dangerously further down. Se crossed her ankles under her dress and tried to act normal as she offered her friend a hand to stand as well. Myrtle leaned almost completely on top of her and the extra weight made her silently whimper. “Myrtle, if you don't want to end up like Sarah you must do something!” She warned. Oh how much she wanted to 'do something' herself! “I must ask for the bathroom, I have no choice.” the girl sobbed, and pulled Cora – for as much as she could – toward a group of servant discussing the better way to serve the beverages. Five minutes later – which seemed like hundreds for poor Myrtle – they were heading toward the bathrooms, escorted by a kind maid which swore not to talk to anyone about that inconvenience. Myrtle was walking oddly but no one could tell if it was for desperation or for a sore ankle, which was pretty good. Cora envied her: she was past pride and past the consideration of what a proper lady had to do, she just went to ask where the loo was and now she was in there, few seconds away to let the river flow. Cora was on the other side of the door, swinging slightly from one foot to the other, waiting patiently in the silence of a hollow corridor. And then.. she heard it. The muffled sigh coming from Myrtle, the loud hissing, the powerful stream hitting the wall of the bowl, going on for ages. It was too much to handle. Cora grabbed herself hard, through the dress as her other hand went to search through the folds of her skirts until it reached the inner one, the cottony fabric of her undergarments, open at her crotch area. She pushed her forefinger directly on her engorged pearl to transport her focus from her pulsating core to her throbbing skin and it worked for a moment. Then, stronger, it came back the sensation of a wave hitting the lower barrier of her bladder. Her finger touched something wet and hot. Cora slammed her thighs back together hard and removed her hand to avoid a more consistent leaking. Why touching herself didn't help her like always? She stayed frozen for a minute or two, gasping hard and rubbing her knees together. Myrtle was still peeing, softly now, but still peeing. Cora sighed and closed her eyes. “Who's in there?!” Cora shot her eyes open with her heart thumping in her throat. It wasn't a familiar voice and it scared the hell out of her. The damp feeling between her legs was a painful proof of that. “No one, ma'am.” Cora promptly answered. “Don't play with me, child. I prayed it was you the weak soul who wanted to be a lady but isn't able but.. it's Myrtle. I knew it wasn't suitable for my son!” Cora's heart started to run. She was sorry for Myrtle but.. what about her reputation too? She'd worked so hard with Violet and now Myrtle's mother-in-law was about to threaten everything? “She really had no choice.” Cora murmured. “Poor Sarah lost her battle but she fought!” The older woman pointed out. “Go now child. Your family is looking for you.” she sternly said. “Unfortunately for me, I know you didn't do anything wrong.” Cora wasn't sure how to feel about that last sentence, but she was thankful that she was safe, at least. But.. what about poor Myrtle? “Give her a second chance, will you?” Cora tried, swallowing hard at the muffled sobbing sound coming from behind the door. “I said go.” the woman repeated. “Go, Cora. I'll be fine.” Myrtle's voice sounded awful. “Thank you for being a good friend.” Reluctantly, Cora left her friends alone. But happily she found out that Violet decided it was time to return home already. She didn't know the source of that miracle, but frankly she didn't care. Something about a mismatch between her mother-in-law and the duke, her husband had told her; but as long as it was something that could take her home and save her from embarrassment, Cora wasn't about to ask questions. She would have written to Myrtle as soon as she got home. “How are you, darling?” Robert asked preoccupied as soon as they got into the carriage. “I'm surviving.” Cora chuckled, leaning her back to her seat so she could relax a bit more her tensed muscles. “I saw you heading with Myrtle to the loo?” He inquired. There was some sort of hope in his eyes and the fact that he didn't want her to suffer to the point that he clearly hoped for a yes, despite everything that came with such an answer, really made her happy. “Poor Myrtle had no choice. I stayed to guard but..” Cora sighed, chewing on her lip. “But?” “I didn't do a good job because she was being loud and she was making me more desperate and I closed my eyes and her mother-in-law caught us.” She shook her head and unintentionally crossed her legs. “What did she say?” He asked alarmed. “To me? Nothing. But poor Myrtle..” Cora sighed again, rubbing her hand on her lower abdomen. It was hard and even if she was applying the slightest pressure, she could definitely feel a burning sensation down to her hole. Her tensed skin screamed for release. She gasped. “How bad is it?” Robert inquired. “It's bad. Your drink dropped directly in my tummy and those sips of tea did wonders to my brain.” She sighed, slightly irritated. “I figured it.” He said. Cora only then noticed he was carrying the most malicious smile upon his face. “You did?” She asked with a smirk, shifting a little on the seat and turning her torso toward her husband. “I brought you a gift.” He nodded and, from the basket, he pulled out an empty flute for champagne. “What's that for?” Cora asked confused, eying the shiny glass. Of course, they couldn't walk out of the carriage with a suspicious flute full of yellow liquid, nor they could toss its content out of the window. “Don't worry, my dearest.” Robert chuckled, almost as he could read her mind. “It's for later.” He hid the glass inside his jacket with a swift movement, the same smoothness Cora used to hid her hand between her legs, under her skirt, massaging mildly her dripping folds. Her muscles clenched, the sloshing ocean inside of her magically settling; she could tell he had something in mind and the thrill was overwhelming. If that was a challenge, she accepted. She could definitely save her fullness for a later entertainment. So there she was, shutting her eyes as she was trying to shut her muscles, all the while the carriage loped down the path. The way home seemed shorter, in a way, which amused her, how that feeling was the same in every journey and also delighted her, now, given the situation. Thankfully, the Countess decided to have dinner in her room that night, claiming a terrible headache, which meant she would retire as soon as they'd crossed the front door. They didn't see why they couldn't do the same. Cora was rubbing her thighs together, in the hall, patiently waiting for her husband to explain that, given the big meal they both had during the party, they preferred not to eat at all. Both her maid and his valet seemed confused, trying more than once to suggest a light broth or a simple tea with toast. It goes without saying that at the thought of tea – or hot steaming broth, for the records – Cora's bladder boiled within her, sending a sharp wave of desperation down to her center. She gasped lightly, covering her mouth with her gloved hand and faked a small yawn, at which both the member of the staff responded with a sympathetic glance. Maybe they'd finally convinced themselves? “Oh and that would be all,” Robert added with a neutral smile “you're both dispensed for the night. See you tomorrow morning.” Cora felt her cheek on fire at the implication. She hardly thought she could stay still while her maid took off her dress and unpin her hair and dress her for the night, but saying out that they would spend the night together was an entirely different matter. “Goodnight milord, milady.” They both bowed and she replied with a timid goodbye. “Robert you're-” She clenched her teeth, a new wave of desperation forcing her to double over. “Forget it, I don't want to wait a second more.” He replied with enthusiasm, pushing on the handle and open the door for her, which locked behind his back half a second later. “I don't think I can wait a second more.” Cora chuckled, though she was panting, still slightly bowed, now with her hand at her crotch, her wide dress with a cleft in the middle. “That's what I thought.” He smiled back, walking next to her. “And it makes you so beautiful.” He added with a sigh. At the low parlor light of the room, the warmness spreading from the mantel, she indeed was beautiful and her soft panting, her uneven dance, her attempting backing toward the bed to have some sort of support enhanced her beauty, at his eyes. Cora giggled, the fullness in her body sinking lower and lower each tick of the clock. She watched carefully her husband's moves as he removed his jacket and suspenders, leaving them hanging at his sides, and built a throne of pillows against the head of the bed; he removed the covers and rushed in the adjacent bathroom to retrieve some towels, which he folded and placed on the linens. Lastly, he put the flute on the bedside table and walked hurriedly at her side. “You thought of everything, I see.” She beamed, drawing a small breath when she felt his fingers work on the laces of her dress until it finally came undone and roll off of her. Cora stepped out of it with no small difficulties, her hands finally touching her bare skin at her womanhood, hot and pulsating and screaming its release. “I had some free time.” He replied with a chuckle and hurriedly looked for the corset. “Leave it.” She said with a challenging tone. “The opening it's on the front, I'll manage. At the right time.” The corner of her mouth tilted deliciously up. “Now tell me what you'd like to do.” “I just want to see how many flutes are in you.” Robert said with a playful tone. “One at the time?” Cora asked. That implied that she needed to control her flow each time, and wait while he emptied the glass somewhere – perhaps on command too. “How's that sounds?” He looked thrilled. “Sounds challenging.” Cora nodded. “I like it.” She walked stiffly to the bed, rubbing her feet against the carpet, fearing that one daring move would compromise her hold. Cora fell on top of the bed, which bounced vigorously under her weight, making her regret the decision of letting her body fall down loose end. The water inside of her sloshed unmerciful inside her bladder, stretching its walls in various ways. Her slender fingers explored her folds and plugged the leaking hole, her thighs shut and her breathing irregular. When she decided it was safe to move again, she shifted into the bed, settling her bum on the folded towel, and propped her back against the pillows. She was shaking, her knees bent up as her hand rubbed her center, waiting for the right moment to remove it and let her husband free access to start their new game. Robert gently sat to her side, his torso turned to her, her quivering legs in front of her and he started to rub her thigh, whispering encouraging words as he held the flute in his hand. Cora smiled and tried to relax. She tilted her head back and slowly, very slowly, removed her hand, which was moist and hot, and closed it into a fist around the sheets. “This is going to be very hard.” She panted, a grin spreading across her face as she carefully parted her knees from each other. She clenched harder her inner muscles, trying to mimic the procedure with her jaw; small sparkles of sweat adorning her forehead as she spread her legs wide for him, leaving him to look freely at her pulsating womanhood, her muscles contracting to keep everything inside. Cora couldn't stay still and her hips rolled on their own, yet she was determined in keeping her thighs wide open. She was contorting, but from her waist up. “Hold it?” Robert proposed and she just nodded. His hands moved from the outside of her thigh to the inner part of it. The crotch open underwear framing the divine vision before him. A glimpse of water peeked through her stretched folds and he hurriedly put the flute against the leaking. It was a single drop, which caused a long moan to escape Cora's lip, but it remained alone and it slid to the bottom of the glass in no time. “Not yet.” Cora murmured, her hand balling to her side and settling to the bump of her bladder. It was small, squished inside the corset, but she knew it would have been much bigger without any clothes on – oh, if she knew! “You can fill your first flute whenever you want, darling.” He said gently, keeping the glass under her throbbing hole. “Have you ever seen Belle?” Cora asked, with no warning whatsoever. It was clear that seen Belle meant actually seen some private part of the girl, but her tone wasn't angry, not at all. It was clear she was just curious and, why not, also intrigued by what he might told her. “I'd lie if I say no.” Robert confessed with the same grimace she had “But her shows were quite poor.” “I'm better?” Cora chuckled, her fingers indulging on her folds, insinuating between her skin and the glass for a quick rub. “Far better.” He nodded “You're perfect and mine.” “Good.” She beamed, and after a little push on her center, she put both of her hands on the opening of the corset, unbuttoning it with a click. “Has she ever shown you this?” Cora asked, as the elastics and the whale's bones returned to their original form. “You're so beautiful.” He murmured in awe, sliding the cloth off her torso to reveal a protruding round bulge right above her dark patch of hair. Both of her hands went to cradle it, tasting its absolute fullness, her bladder about to burst any moment. “I'm about to lose it.” She whispered behind clenched teeth. “Then do it, my darling.” He smiled, fixing his eyes upon the flute. At first there was another drop, which blended with the first at the bottom of the glass. Yellow and translucent liquid dancing in circles, just the smallest part of the flow that was inside of her. Then there was a small leaking and then a spurt. A more consistent stream fell into the glass, a controlled one, which made Cora sweat with the effort. “Do I have to stop?” Cora panted. She'd peed, but she felt like she'd released only a drop compared with what was storing inside her. “Stop.” He confirmed, when the liquid was nearing the edge. The stream got thinner, then transformed into spurts before stopping completely. “I won't be able to keep it for long, now.” Cora whined, her hand immediately rubbing her center to plug the water in. She was wet and dribbling and now her whole body was claiming the full emptiness of her bladder. Having to stop after ten seconds was a real torture. She felt like the brick inside of her had moved even lower in her abdomen. “I'll be right back.” Robert assured, standing up and emptying the flute into a bucket, which he carried closed to the bed. “One.” “It's too much.” She breathed, rocking on her bum as the waves hit her hard. “I'm leaking again.” Robert brought the glass under her hand, capturing the drops that seeped through her fingers. She only moved her hand up few millimeters and the pee sloshed inside the glass. “Two.” He counted as he emptied it into the bucket. The sound was hell's cry in Cora's ears. It was amazing, for her, how could she fight her own body like that, responding to each spasm with a clench of muscles and a rub of her sex, focusing her mind on the painful and delighted feeling on her bundle of nerves rather than the stinging sensation at the base of her hole. Robert counted three, four, seven, then he reached ten and fifteen and still she had to go badly. She needed to rub her folds and shut her thighs every once in a while, trying to keep the remaining inside. She massaged the tense skin on her lower abdomen, which got a little smaller, but it was still round and firm, resembling a balloon. Cora felt like she could go on peeing for ages. “How about we switch roles?” Cora panted, stretching her wet hand toward him, showing her will to hold the empty glass herself. She was tired because of the continuous rubbing and her arm was starting to ache. “Of course, my dear.” Robert nodded with a bright smile, carefully placing his bolder fingers to her hole, the back of his fingers so he could rub more gently against her. Cora kept the edge of the glass close to her as she pressed her sex against the light caress of her husband, his other free hand stroking the roundness of her belly. “I need to pee.” She told him, feeling like she'd repeated that same words forever and when he moved to her bundle of nerves, now swollen and pulsating, a golden stream rushed out of her into the flute. “Stop.” He said and stole the glass from her hand to empty it, just to returned it to her a second later. “How do you feel?” He asked. He noticed that the rocking had reduced, while the spasms were more frequent. “Better. I don't think there's much more inside, but-” She panted, pressing hard her middle on the back of his fingers, his thumb wet from its plugging directly to her hole. “but it's so difficult to keep it in.” “Try to.” Robert said and from the way the words had come out, it was clear that he was smiling. Grinning actually. “If these are the last glasses-” “They are.” She nodded vigorously, mimicking his expression. She was always down for new challenges. “Hold it as much as you can, then.” Robert said and brought his other hand to join his first. Like the first night, he placed his open hands on her womanhood, covering it completely, and then, gently, she forced her legs to spread wider. His thumbs trailed down from her protruding peak to her slit, stroking gently her dripping hole. Her muscles were clenching desperately and delicious moans were filling his ears. He put his thumbs to each side of her leaking opening and spread her gently, until the water started to come out on its own. Cora's hands were shaking as she held the glass in place, collecting everything that was escaping her hopeless hold, her limbs convulsing, her heart galloping inside her chest for the effort. “I can't stop this time!” She groaned, as the nineteenth flute couldn’t welcome its content and the water overflowed on the towel. “Don't.” Robert removed his hands to catch the glass before she let it drop completely and emptied it into the bucket as she spread her legs wider, relaxing her thighs to let her bladder empty completely onto the towel. He could have count up to twenty-two, maybe, with everything that was in the towel. Cora pushed everything out before collapsing onto the pillow behind her, panting and sweating, chuckling because if someone would have seen her now, he would have thought she had just delivered a baby, but no, just her own pee. “Magnificent, my darling.” Robert's sweet voice joined her content smile as she felt him moving around the room, collecting the towel and the bucket, bringing her nightgown and preparing the bed for the both of them. “Someone deserves a new dress.” He smiled. “That sounds nice.” Cora agreed. Of course, it was something Violet had planned for a long time and she couldn't see a reason why they couldn't transform it into a more amusing trip than just a plain day of shopping. It was such a warm thing to plan, as she drifted into slumber next to her husband. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ Please leave a feedback ;) Thank you for reading!
  3. First of all, thank you so much! A desp group is coming in the future chapter acutally.. it's my first try ever so I hope it doesn't suck that much. As for Robert.. I've got something stored for him too. Stay tuned (until the end, maybe?). Flashbacks? Maybe. I'd like to explore Cora's first months of marriage too. Also, you gave me ideas for the future chapters so.. thank you again! Likewise, thanks to @knarf11 and @althewatcher! A new chapter is arriving soon. This following week, maybe :)
  4. I wish I had a better farewell than just words, but I don't.
    So.. see you at the end of August, guys! Have lots of fun!:wink:

  5. Oh.. thank you! *blushes* Seven hours since I last peed. It was really hard to control my bladder at the end! Well, maybe I'm not the most qualified person to answer this, but I can tell you that I consider myself a homo girl... who enjoys both female AND male omo desp. It's basically the same, I think. Also... you do you, don't worry about labels ;)
  6. Thanks, really! :) Lol, thanks :D
  7. Thanks!! I was desperate but not as much as in my first hold. It was pretty bad, anyway, at the end!
  8. Thanks! I was pretty desperate actually, but it all went smoothly ;) Hey! Thank you too.. yeah.. I needed some help. Staying still with a full bladder for the pic is not an easy task eheh I had great fun! I hope to post more soon, of course..I'll keep you guys updated ;)
  9. It's me again :3 I'm dome with my horrible week so I thought I could enjoy a little hold! It was rather a training, because I'm experimenting a lot. I had 1800ml inside my bladder and kept it full for 7 hours. This is my (new) bulge of the day Before After
  10. Doing a little hold today... let's see how it goes :)

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      Not yet! It was just my second hold and I have a lot of training ahead... morning is my weakness :/

  11. It's sure interesting! 61.5 hours that's.. unbelievable! Wow!! I've got only one problem: I can hold really well during the day, but my problem is the morning. I NEED the bathroom as soon as I wake up, no matter what. I'll work on that part ;)
  12. That's going to be challenging! But I'll think I'll try that :) thanks!
  13. Thank you! A Marathon sounds thrilling! I'll try that for sure. Are there any more rules? or just hold for 24hours?
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