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SMUT WARNING! (If sexual acts aren't your thing, then either skip this story or stop at line: '...not caring who would hear.')
 
Danny was so pretty. His long eyelashes sprouting from above his dark chocolate eyes. His slick back blond hair shining in the sunlight. He's been my crush for the past couple of years, so this date is like heaven for me. We walked up to our local funfair with our hands linked, swinging them around.
"Soooo, what ride first, Ash?" Danny looked at my eyes then my outfit, consisting of a mid rise skirt above my knees and a tight fitting crop top. Danny stuck with a plain white tee and blue jeans. He still looked amazing.
"Uhhh, maybe the ferris wheel?" I began to wriggle around on the spot as I felt a wave of desperation come over me.
"Ash, do you need the toilet? The bathrooms are-"
"N-no don't worry, I'm ok! Just a bit chilly from wearing this skirt." 
"Hm, alright then, let's go!" Danny grabbed my hand and led me to the ferris wheel line. My desperation could wait, it was gonna be fine. Or so I thought.
As we waited for our spot for the ferris wheel, my legs began to turn around each other. The large tea started catching up to me. My available hand started to drop to my crotch but Danny looked over, so I snapped it back next to my leg. I opted for a small wriggle on the spot but it didn't help all that much. Eventually, our turn was up and Danny paid for our go and led me inside of the carriage. Sitting down on a cold glass seat did NOT help and increased my desperation further. My hips were swishing side to side and my hand was holding my crotch tightly.
"Wow, what a beautiful view, Ash." Danny looked outside through the glass with such optimism. I would usually notice his beautiful features, but I was too busy focusing on not wetting myself infront of my potential boyfriend. My legs were rubbing against each other, my ass wriggled with speed. It didn't go unnoticed, but Danny didn't say anything, instead, he cleared his throat and continued to look outside. I could see his bulge hardening from a mile away. He was enjoying this.
Eventually, the ride ended and my desperation reached maximum levels that I almost couldn't get up. Pee was pushing against my finger, wanting to release from my aching pee hole, but my firm grip on my pussy stopped it from dripping out into my panties. I was about to walk towards the girls bathrooms, but Danny grabbed my hand and led me to the go karts. A pee desperate girl's worst nightmare. He was doing it on purpose.
"Hey uh, Danny, could I quickly just-"
"Ohhh I love go karts, this is gonna be so much fun!" The grin on his face was unintelligible, but I was too busy lowering my body and wriggling around to hold my pee, so I didn't notice. The staff member clipped us in to separate go karts, which scared me even more. I could at least hide my crotch grabbing from Danny, as it seemed unladylike. 
"Alright, kiddos. Keep your arms in the vehicles and have fun!" And the starting horn blared. Focusing on driving the kart around the small course and holding my raging piss was difficult. One hand in my crotch and one hand on the wheel, except more focus was put into grabbing my quivering pussy. It was pointless. Pee began to escape into my panties, one drop, two drops etc.
"Hey Ash!" Danny grinned widely and drove past me, bumping into me slightly on purpose. I smiled, realising he wanted me to piss myself, but felt nervous that I actually would. With no warning, a child bumped into me from the back and a large 3 second pee stream escape, making me gasp loudly and stop on the course to put both of my hands into my crotch, pressing individual fingers onto my pee hole. Eventually the stream stopped, so I raced to the end with great difficulty. I came in last place but I didn't even care anymore. As soon as the staff member unclipped my seatbelt, I ran out of the go kart course with both hands in my crotch.
"Hey, did that bitch piss in my go kart?!" I barely heard him, as all I could hear was my footsteps, the screams of excited children and my heart pounding out of my chest. I ran into the girls bathrooms, rushing my panties down my legs before even getting into the cubicle. I began to pee standing up, before I felt hands around my waist. Danny grabbed me and kissed my neck deeply as I pissed all over the floor.
"Danny! N-no!" I grabbed my naked pussy with my hands, dragging my hands back and forth to stop my stream but to no avail. I was wetting myself, but I didn't care, the relief was too good. I found myself moaning out loud, not caring who would hear.
"That...was so hot, Ash." Danny began stroking my soaked pussy with his index finger with his lips still intact with my neck. I found myself melting into his touch, letting my weight rest on his. This was heaven. 
I began to pull Danny's jeans down, letting out his rock hard dick spring out. I licked the tip and then took his whole cock in my mouth. Sucking his delicious dick was the last thing I expected to do in a funfairs public bathrooms, but I couldn't help myself. Danny let out his manly, scratchy groans, running his fingers through my hair before taking a firm grip on my head. I sucked his cock deeper, taking it all in, whilst stroking my wet pussy with such force. 
"O-oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum. Oh my-" Danny let out one last loud groan before filling my mouth with his load. I rested my head on the cubicle wall, letting out a breathy laugh. Danny smiled at me and took my hand.
We spent most of the date freshening up but it was so worth it.

Once upon a time at Rawlinson High School, Chloe found herself in a rather desperate situation during her third-period pre-algebra class with Mr. White. You see, Chloe had made the regrettable decision to skip her morning restroom break, and now she was paying the price.
 
As she discreetly held herself, Chloe turned to her girlfriend, Addison and confessed, "I skipped my morning pee, and I'm bursting!"
 
Concerned, Addison suggested, "Why don't you ask Mr. White if you can use the bathroom?"
 
But Chloe, stubbornly determined to make it through the day without giving in to her bodily needs, ignored Addison’s advice. She took a small sip of water, hoping it might relieve some of the pressure.
 
The minutes ticked by, and with every passing moment, Chloe’s desperation grew. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, attempting to find any semblance of relief. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, a few embarrassing leaks managed to escape. The dampness between her thighs (which she wasn’t sure was pee or not) sent shivers of embarrassment down her spine, but she remained resolute in my decision not to use the school bathroom.
 
Addison, witnessing Chloe’s struggle, implored her once again, "Please, Chloe, just go ask to use the bathroom. It's better than suffering like this!"
 
Yet, Chloe remained resolute, determined to endure the remaining three hours of the school day without giving in to her bodily demands. She reasoned that she could make it until she got home.
 
When the final bell rang, Chloe hurriedly exited the classroom, hoping to find some solace during the ten-minute wait for her bus. The anticipation of relief coupled with the bumpy bus ride tested her endurance further. She clenched her muscles tightly, doing everything she could to hold on.
 
Chloe’s desperation intensified as she sat on the school bus, her bladder pleading for relief. Every bump in the road felt like an agonizing jab at her bursting bladder. She clenched her thighs together, using all her strength to resist the pressing urge. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she fought against the mounting pressure, trying to distract herself by engaging in a conversation with her seatmate. Her friends, unaware of her dire situation, chatted away, oblivious to Chloe’s silent struggle.
 
As the bus trudged through traffic, Chloe’s willpower wavered. A sudden jolt from the bus caused her to gasp, her hands flying instinctively to her crotch. She knew she was running out of time, her body reaching its limit. Every muscle in her lower abdomen strained, begging for release.
 
Finally, as the bus pulled up to her stop, Chloe rushed home, knowing she was mere moments away from the much-needed release. As she stepped through the front door, she barely had time to say hello to her family before dashing to the bathroom.
 
Barely undoing her pants, she began to powerfully pee into the toilet. For three blissful minutes, she allowed herself the freedom to let go of the pent-up pressure. The relief she experienced was immeasurable, and she couldn't help but rub her clit just a little. As she sped up her rubbing, she had a mind-blowing orgasm, more intense than ever. “I think I’ll do this again,” she said to herself.

A few weeks ago, me and my wife went to a wedding reception. She wore a beautiful dress, but I guess she didn’t have hear bladder in mind when she wore the incredibly tight shape wear underneath. After a couple hours, she wanted to go home. That was fine by me because we weren’t planning on staying the whole time anyway. 
She was a bit tipsy, so it was fun watching her smile and laugh and blush super hard while squirming in her seat. She begged me to pull over, but I refused. If you were there and saw her squirming around like that, I don’t think you would have pulled over either. 
I was super horny by the time we pulled into the driveway. When I unlocked the door, she tried to bolt inside, but I stopped her and began making out with her. We made out all the way to the bathroom. She begged me to let her pee first, and I did. She wrestled with her spandex, but she was figuring a losing battle. She asked me to help, but it was just too hot seeing her desperately trying to rip off her spandex. She fought and fought, but it ultimately beat her, and she wet herself in front of the toilet. I finally helped her take it off, and you can fill in the blanks of how we spent the rest of the night.

Hello, 
meanwhile I am into holding and wetting on purpose. But before that I had a wetting accident. It was the first and only real accident and very embarrassing for me in the beginning and it kept me busy thinking about it. But then somehow it felt naughty to do it and I recognized there are lots of people that enjoy such wettings and do it on purpose. I did a lot of holds in the last 12 month since I started holding and wetting and lately finally registered here and posted about my first holding/wetting that took place outside. 
As some of you asked about my first incident, I will let you know what happened:
I (27 years back then, now 28) was with a friend (female, 26 back then) at the spa. In the afternoon we drove back. The drive normally is about 2 hours by car. My friend was driving and I was in the passenger seat. Since I was very tired I slept on the passengers seat. When I woke up, my bladder was pretty full and I really needed to pee. We still had about 50 kilometers to go, but I thought I could endure for the last 30 minutes. A few kilometers before my destination, we unfortunately and unexpectedly got stuck in a traffic jam on the city motorway. Probably due to the rush hour traffic and an accident. The cars moved very slowly and I knew there was no parking lot or gas station on the last kilometers to my apartment. In the end we needed what felt like three quarters of an hour longer. I needed to go to the toilet more and more urgently and was more and more desperate. When we finally got off the city motorway, the traffic was moving again and I was hoping to make it the last 2-5 minutes. I was keeping my legs pressed together all the time to hold. While sitting I was able to keep control. My friend then let me get out and I rushed into the apartment building (did not really run, but walked as fast as I could in that state). On the stairs I felt a short splash into my slip. Then in the hallway in front of my apartment door I couldn't hold it anymore and it ran completely into my slip and jeans. I stopped to prevent the worst, but I couldn't stop it at all. By the time I regained control (maybe after 5-10 seconds) I had a very wet spot up to my knees on the front and the back - and some trails even down nearly to my ankles. I was so shocked and really embarrassed. Luckily no one saw me.

An awesome story once again. Thanks for sharing it. Will we get to see more of Eva and Lotte?

“Lisa!” Bella called out from down the hall between classes. 
“We have to go home. Please drive me home,” She begged more subtly. 
“What? No. Why? What’s wrong?” Lisa asked in rapid succession. 
“I have to go to the bathroom so bad,” Bella replied, much softer in volume, but still just as urgent and purposeful. 
“That’s it?” Lisa chuckled. “I was worried it was something important or really bad. I already know you have to pee. You bailed on me when I was going, remember?”
”Lisa, you don’t understand,” Bella struggled to try and explain. “I have to pee so, SO badly. Please, I literally just have to go home. I can’t even think I have to pee so bad.”
”Bel. I know they were skimpy with bathroom passes this semester. I mean, look at me,” Lisa rebutted. “But you should really use one of yours. You look so uncomfortable. 
Bella sighed. “I don’t have any.”
“I know,” Lisa confirmed. “You said you didn’t have any today. But Bel, you’re squirming around, can’t stay still. Maybe use one from another day this week now, and then we can figure out a plan for that day?”
”Lisa,” Bella tried one last time. “I don’t have ANY bathroom passes. Not today, not this week… I have zero bathroom passes for the semester.”
”What? No, they wouldn’t do that,” Lisa again said in disbelief. 
“They did, I don’t. Now please? Can you drive me home so I don’t have to wet myself?”
”Oh Bella,” Lisa offered, finally grasping the severity of her roommate’s predicament. “I’m so sorry. I can’t though. My hardest class is the last class of the day. I can’t miss any of it.”
”Look,” Lisa continued, trying to find the bright side to support Bella. “You have gym for your last class. It’ll probably be something easy and you’ll be able to move around without drawing attention and you’ll be able to get your mind off yourself. I promise I will drive us back the absolute second class is over and get you home. You just have to hold it for what? Maybe another hour. Bella I believe in you.”
”Lisa…” Bella tried as the bell rang. 
“I’m so sorry Bella. You can do this,” Lisa said, walking away towards class. 
Bella was left without a choice. Off to gym class she went, dreaming of going home so she could finally pee. 

Sage sat on her friend’s bed and sipped on her fourth spiked seltzer of the night. Her belly was really full, but celebrating her first visit to her friend’s dorm demanded a more inebriated state. Daisy was leaning on her legs for the first time since summer and it felt like home again. Suddenly, she got up.
“Where you goin’?” Sage asked.
“Gonna change,” she replied, pulling her shirt off to reveal a baby blue bra. That was unclipped, too, and she comfortably exposed her breasts while she rummaged for a shirt.
“Can you grab me something too?”
“Sure thing,” she threw Sage an oversized t-shirt. “You want pants too?”
“Nah,” she skinned her jeans off, then her sweatshirt. She didn’t have a bra on in the first place. The two were soon matching with big shirts and undies.
“I’m so glad you didn’t shave your legs,” Daisy said, yanking Sage’s leg hair.
“Ow!” she winced, pulling her leg away.
“I missed doing that,” she giggled.
“I didn’t! Don’t do that again, that really hurt!” she scratched the spot. Her bladder started to ache as the drink passed through her. As per usual, she waited quite a while to do anything about it. Thirty minutes later, when she was having trouble staying still, she spoke up.
“Do you want to come to the bathroom with me?”
“Nowwww?” Daisy groaned dramatically.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be right now.” Sage shifted her sitting position. “Do you have to go?”
“No.”
“Let me know when you do.”
“Okayyy.”
Time passed. Drinks were drank. Sage found herself squirming, her urge to urinate growing by the second. She bit her lip and set her drink down, scooting nervously. She looked up at her friend sitting at the end of the bed. “Do you have to pee?”
“Not yet,” Daisy replied.
She placed her hand nonchalantly over her crotch. “I gotta go,” she hinted. Daisy was paying attention to the TV. Sage moved her foot under her butt and wriggled into it a little, now at the point of having to restrain herself from breaking out into a potty dance. “How many drinks have you had?”
“Four.”
“What! I thought we were on the same one! You gotta catch up to me!”
Daisy turned to her and sighed, smirking a bit. She hurriedly drained the rest of her drink and held her hand out for another one. Then she drained that one, too. “Now it’s you that’s gotta catch up to me,” she said, reaching for another.
Sage glanced dreadfully at her drink and rubbed her thighs together, hiding just how achingly full her tight bladder was. “Fuck it,” she sighed, and down it went. She crinkled the can in her hand and tossed it, her urinary organ pulsing with pressure.
“Are you gonna get another?”
“In a minute,” she replied, a bit strained.
“Come on, man, it’s a party!” She grabbed another one and handed it to her.
“Some party,” she said, then grimaced and scooted her butt back. An intense wave of urgency was going through her. It was hard not to squeeze her crotch and wriggle around when she felt so close to leaking like this, but impressively, she maintained control, only really squirming into her heel to keep back the flood. She was starting to sweat. “I gotta pee,” she complained, resting her hand in front of her privates.
“Are you gonna drink that, or just hold it as an accessory?”
“The peer pressure is strong tonight!” she laughed, cracking it open.
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!” Daisy reasoned hurriedly. “I’m just teasing you, I don’t actually care about keeping up or not.”
“Why? Can you not keep up or something?” Sage started chugging the seltzer. She tightened her thigh and butt muscles and fidgeted, the intake of liquid taunting her bladder. She intended to finish it, but only got a little over halfway before the discomfort of her overfilled belly got too much. She belched and wriggled, about to pee right there.
“Damn. Nicely done.” Daisy complimented.
“Thanks!” she replied tightly, fighting her hands from grabbing her pussy. “I really have to use the restroom, though.”
“Haven’t we already seen this episode?” Daisy picked up the remote and went to the episode list.
Sage discreetly pressed her fingertips against her crotch, swaying around and bouncing her legs. Needing a distraction, she leaned back against the headboard and went on her phone. The sensation of her bulging bladder sat tightly under her bloated belly. She fiddled with her waistband and bounced her knees off of each other. She was so full of urine she could hardly stand it, but she was doing a fairly good job of remaining collected.
Daisy leaned over, reaching between Sage’s legs. Before she had a chance to react, she yanked on a pube that was evidently poking out. Sage yelped in surprise, her hands shooting to her privates. She spurted hard, enough to leave a spot, no doubt. Daisy cackled so hard she fell onto her side. Sage had no choice but to grab and hold herself, writhing urgently and uneasily. “Why’d you do that?!” she winced, struggling not to pee any more. After that, her situation was dire. The danger of leaking lingered furiously at full strength, causing Sage to sit there squirming madly, a desperate, trembling mess.
“I’m gonna pee!” Daisy laughed hysterically. Sage whined, scooting her soggy groin into her heel and bouncing. “Let’s go to the bathroom!” she suggested desperately.
After a minute of laughing, Daisy sighed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I needed that.”
“So…” she struggled to stifle her pee dance, but it felt like a moment of stillness would lead her to leak. “Where’s the toilet?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s down the hall.”
“The hall?” she scooted to the side of the bed, starting to writhe rather frantically. “I have to go now, Daisy…”
Daisy blew a raspberry, disappointed in having to get up. “Alright, hold on. We gotta put pants on.”
With one hand squeezing and grabbing at her crotch, Sage got to rifling through the laundry on the floor. Once she found her jeans, she hurriedly pulled them on, jerking her hips around to keep from leaking. She didn’t button them. “Come onnnn…!” she moaned, urgency pulsating furiously inside of her. The sheer amount of liquid that was being retained felt enough to make her pop. She lurched forward and buried her hands in her lap as her urethra nearly gave out, letting a couple of drops seep out into her already moist undies. “Fuckkk…”
“Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go,” Daisy led the way at a snail’s pace.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod…” Sage wriggled madly.
“You okay?” her friend laughed.
“No, I’m about to pee myself! Hurry up!” she hopped around and squeezed herself tightly.
“Button your pants, silly.”
Sage’s belly was bulging with liquid. She hesitated, then clasped her pants shut. The waistband squeezed her midsection mercilessly, causing her discomfort to skyrocket. The thinly stretched walls of her overfilled bladder were stretched even further. The intensity of her urge to urinate was extreme and unyielding, borderline unbearable. “Mmmph!” she groaned, zipping the zipper and squirming like a lunatic. A gentle trickle began to leak out as Daisy quietly opened the door. “Uhhh-“ she whined through clenched teeth, tears forming in her eyes and her movements becoming even more erratic.
“Shh!” Daisy told her. “We gotta walk past my roommates.”
“Daisyyy…” she strained her peehole, trying desperately to stem the stream. It fluctuated in strength, starting to spread to her butt and leak down her leg. She squeaked with an inhale, completely shocked at her inability to stop.
“Let’s go! What are you doing?”
“I think I’m-“ she started breathlessly, getting choked up by the humiliation. “I think I’m peeing my pants…!”
“Again?!” Daisy cupped her hands over her mouth in shock as a dark streak became visible down Sage’s pant leg. Yellow urine spilled out at the cuffs and started forming a puddle at her feet. Her whole bottom section was engulfed in the warmth of her liquid waste. Despite this, she continued to struggle to retain the rest, determined to minimize the damage and the embarrassment. It hurt so badly to do it, but shortly after her pants were completely soaked, she was able to clench her muscles enough to stop the flow. She still needed to pee really, really badly. Tears dripped off of her chin. Pee was everywhere.
“Oh my god, okay, let me go get something to clean up.”
Sage undid her pants and let them drop to her feet, giving her full, tortured organ room to expand. She started pacing nervously, urinary urgency keeping her antsy. Her pee dance was a kind of march, where she pressed her wet thighs together with every other step. A pang of urgency made her do a little hop, holding herself tightly and wincing. Her muscles were exhausted.
Daisy came back with some cleaning agents and a couple of towels, one for the floor and one for her friend. “I got this. Go take a shower, you nasty bitch.”
“No, I can get it!” her entire face was red as a tomato. She got on her knees and wiped up the puddle, sprayed the area, wriggled into her foot, bounced desperately, scooted back and forth…
“Do you still have to pee!?” Daisy asked incredulously as soon as she noticed. “Dude, go to the bathroom already before you pee on the floor again!”
“Will you come with me?”
“Yes! Let’s go!” Daisy grabbed a dirty pair of shorts from her laundry and tossed them to Sage. “I’ll grab you something else for after the shower, but these’ll work in the meantime.”
“Thanks,” she pulled them on. She hopped from foot to foot while Daisy opened the door and led her out.
“Shh! Dude!”
“Sorry, I’m sorry!” she held her crotch and danced on the spot. “It’s bad,” she whispered.
The moment the two entered the bathroom, Sage made a beeline for the toilet and exploded the moment her butt made contact. “Ahh-“ she sighed, resting her hand over her deflating bladder. The sound of hissing and splattering filled the room. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. The relief was euphoric.

I like to punish showing signs of desperation by e.g. making them drink more, so that doing anything to help themselves wait makes things only worse.

Aww, plays you a little violin 
If it makes you feel any better I have had to turn a few down recently.
Another trick I love is explaining that there were conditions attached to what I said.
“Yes I said you can pee, and you can, but you will have to squat down and do it in the park like a dog”  “B-b-but that would be really embarrassing sir”
It’s all about pushing boundaries but not limits and making sure everyone is having fun. I love teasing in a friendly but mischievous way. 

Oh yes, I love that. "After x you can go to the bathroom." "No, no, I said you could go to the bathroom. We are there now. I never said you could use the toilet."

She was known as the teacher with the iron bladder. She never used the bathroom during school hours, no matter how much she drank or how long she taught. She had a reputation for being strict and demanding, but also fair and passionate. Her students respected her, but also feared her wrath if they misbehaved or failed to do their homework.
She enjoyed holding her pee, feeling the pressure build up in her lower abdomen throughout the day. She liked to challenge herself, to see how long she could last without giving in to her bladder's urges. She also liked to tease her students, drinking copious amounts of water, coffee, and tea in front of them, knowing they would wonder how she could hold it all in.
She had a routine: she would pee once in the morning before leaving for school, and once in the evening after returning home. She would drink at least two liters of fluids during the day, and sometimes more if she felt adventurous. She would never use the staff bathroom, even if she had a free period or a lunch break. She would always wait until she got home, where she could enjoy a long, satisfying pee in the privacy of her own bathroom.
She had been doing this for years, and had never had an accident or a close call. Her bladder was well-trained and obedient, never leaking or spasming uncontrollably. She was confident in her ability to hold it, and proud of her endurance and self-control.
But one day, everything changed.
It was a Friday, and she had a busy schedule. She had four classes in a row, followed by a staff meeting, followed by another class, followed by an after-school club. She had no breaks in between, except for a quick lunch that she ate at her desk while grading papers. She drank her usual amount of fluids, plus an extra cup of coffee to keep her alert and energized.
By the time her last class ended, she was feeling very full and uncomfortable. Her bladder was bulging visibly under her skirt, and she had to cross her legs tightly to keep from squirming. She checked her watch and saw that she still had an hour to go before she could leave. She had promised to supervise the chess club, and she couldn't back out now.
She gathered her things and headed to the library, where the club was meeting. She hoped that sitting down would ease some of the pressure on her bladder, but it only made it worse. She felt every drop of pee pushing against her urethra, begging for release. She clenched her pelvic muscles as hard as she could, determined not to let any escape.
She tried to focus on the chess games, but it was hard to concentrate with her bladder screaming for attention. She noticed that some of the students were looking at her curiously, probably wondering why she was so fidgety and restless. She smiled and pretended that everything was fine, but inside she was panicking.
She checked her watch again and saw that only fifteen minutes had passed. She still had forty-five minutes to go before she could go home and pee. She wondered if she could make it that long without wetting herself. She wondered if she should just give up and use the staff bathroom, even though it would ruin her reputation and embarrass her in front of her students.
She decided to stick it out. She had held it longer before, and she could do it again. She told herself that it was just a matter of mind over matter, that she was stronger than her bladder, that she was not going to let a little pee defeat her.
She took a deep breath and tried to relax. She told herself that everything was going to be okay.
But it wasn't.
She felt a sudden spasm in her bladder, and before she could stop it, a squirt of pee escaped her and soaked her panties. She gasped and clamped her legs together, hoping that no one had noticed. She looked around and saw that the students were still engrossed in their chess games, oblivious to her predicament.
She felt a surge of relief, but also a surge of fear. She had just lost control of her bladder for the first time in her life, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she lost it completely. She had to get out of there, fast.
She grabbed her purse and stood up, trying to act casual. She told the students that she had to step out for a minute, and that they should keep playing until she came back. She hoped that they wouldn't notice the wet spot on her skirt, or the smell of pee in the air.
She walked as fast as she could to the staff bathroom, holding her crotch with one hand and her purse with the other. She prayed that it would be empty, and that she would make it in time.

I'm someone on the other side, but I enjoy being teased about it. Comments like "I bet you have to go really bad," "You can hold it, be good," "Do you want to pee? You want to be bad and pee on yourself instead of in the toilet?"
I like the acknowledgement that what I'm doing is "bad" and agreeing with them; that reminder of what I'm doing and that I'm doing it because I want to, not that I have to, and that I'm enjoying it.

Domming bladders can be a lot of fun if you know what you're doing. A big part of it - at least for me - is to know exactly what buttons of the sub to push so that we both get the most out of it. That's why it is important to ask about the do's and don'ts beforehand, and also accepting all boundaries as well as a No.
 
That being said, what I absolutely love doing is dangling relief in front of the sub's eyes only to pull it away at the last second. Like, "I'll let you go pee if you manage to do this and this" - for example doing 25 sit-ups or standing on one leg for a minute or other physical tasks that are really hard to do with a full bladder - and then "changing my mind" midway through or finding a tiiiiiny little thing they didn't do right or whatever. As long as the sub believes they can go pee in a tiny bit and then realises in horror at the last minute that they actually can't, that's peak sadism and I get so much enjoyment out of it with subs who enjoy being treated cruelly.
 
Then again, there are other subs who prefer me being a soft and cuddly Daddy and I love being that just as much, in which case my favourite thing to do is to play into the whole "but good boys hold their pee, right? Don't you want to be a good boy?" trope. There's a balance to be struck between praising and supporting ("You're strong, you can absolutely do it! Think of the huge reward you'll get!") and giving them a bad conscience ("If you'll pee now, I'll be super duper disappointed...").
 
There are many facets of domination, and those are just some general things I like to do. Again, it heavily depends on the submissive person I'm playing with, and also what I am in the mood for. Communication is key. And: practice makes perfect! You'll get many ideas by just going ahead and giving it a try. Don't be afraid to give into your drives and wicked spontaneous thoughts while playing. As long as it is inside the boundaries, you'll be a great dom :)
 
Have lots of fun playing and absolutely don't forget the aftercare!! :)

Michelle and Lizzie were both college juniors at their local college. Michelle was a shorter girl with dark brown hair. On this particular Thursday, she was dressed casually for classes, wearing black leggings and a blue T-shirt. She had been best friends with Lizzie since they had met during their freshman year. Lizzie had opted to wear white jean shorts and a grey hoodie over a cute lavender blouse -- an outfit that accentuated her long, toned legs. Lizzie was on the tennis team as well as a dance team, and frequently worked out. She was also a consistent honour student and paid close attention to all her classes, having never missed the dean's list thanks to her studious tendencies. She also attracted a lot of looks from many of the guys on campus, and was pretty popular overall. Michelle wasn't nearly as popular, but despite this, the two of them nearly always stuck together. They went to the same parties, registered for the same classes, and hung out with the same people all the time.
On this particular day, they had gone to a restaurant on campus for lunch, and they had each had a large soda. Lizzie, being the health-conscious girl she was, had also drank an entire Hydro Flask worth of water earlier in the morning. Michelle had also had quite a bit to drink, although not nearly as much as Lizzie. She had finished a coffee earlier in the day to stay awake, as well as most of a disposable water bottle. After lunch, the pair had back-to-back classes, each over an hour long. Because the campus dining area was rather far from the classroom buildings, they were not able to run to the bathroom after eating. Instead, they made the long walk across campus and up the stairs to the third-floor lecture hall, barely making it on time for their computer science class.
Not being able to go to the bathroom didn't seem like a huge deal to Michelle at first. But after 40 minutes passed through a lecture that she found somewhat boring, Michelle noticed her bladder filling while listening to the professor drone on about the finer points of binary search trees. It made her slightly uncomfortable in her seat, but not enough to make her react verbally. She knew how much Lizzie would get annoyed if she was distracted from her class, so Michelle resolved herself to quietly hold her pee until the end of class and then go to the bathroom in between lectures.
Damn, I really have to pee, Michelle thought to herself after another 20 minutes. She was now starting to feel a pretty real urge as the coffee and soda worked their way through her system. The constant pressure of the waistband of her form-fitting leggings didn't help much either, since it dug into her liquid-filled bladder. She stifled a grimace as she pressed her thighs together, determined to not disturb Lizzie too much. Fortunately, the crotch of her leggings was pushed up against her own crotch, applying much-needed pressure to Michelle's exit as her growing need took up increasingly much of her attention. She grabbed at herself, her left hand pushing more on her crotch while her right hand was occupied trying to take some notes on her iPad. The distraction of her bladder proved to take up most of her mental capacity, though, and her scribbles looked more or less unintelligible.
Unbeknownst to Michelle, Lizzie was feeling a similar way, though she would never admit it. Almost a litre of water was making her way through her body from earlier in the day, and she had been sipping on her refilled water bottle out of reflex throughout the class. She could feel her bladder pulsing under her shorts. Unlike Michelle, Lizzie would never do something like hold her crotch with her hand, trying to not reveal her growing need to everyone around her lest it make her the subject of gossip. Instead, she opted to simply loosen her belt a bit, hoping that would slightly relieve the pressure on her bladder while she tried to transcribe what the professor said. The pee definitely was having an effect on her as well, and she started to fidget a little bit towards the last five minutes of the lecture.
During these last few minutes, Michelle was seriously starting to feel something in her bladder. She put the iPad away, knowing that she needed to get out of the auditorium as quickly as was possible. As the professor was wrapping up the lecture, a sudden wave of desperation hit her. A spurt of pee dripped out of her urethra, soaking her beige cotton panties and even leaving a small spot on her black leggings. Fortunately, said spot was more or less invisible to anyone who wasn't looking closely, since the fabric was quite dark already. Shit!, Michelle thought to herself. I've got to get to the bathroom fast! Unfortunately for her, she had contend not only with the walk to the bathroom, but the fact that Lizzie hadn't packed up at all. The next couple minutes were excruciating, as she watched Lizzie put notebooks and pens away into her bag.
The pair then walked to their next class -- a history seminar, where the classroom was only a short walk down the hallway. As much as her bladder hurt, Michelle followed Lizzie to the next class first, where they set down their bags and took their seats. Since very few people were in the room, Lizzie took the opportunity to hold her bladder a bit more conspicuously, shaking her legs up and down in an effort to relieve the pressure that had been building up over the last hour. This motion did not go unnoticed by Michelle, who was glad to find out that Lizzie also seemed to need a bathroom, giving her an opportunity to maybe get some relief.
"Hey, I'm going to go to the bathroom if that's okay", Michelle announced.
"Can you wait for me? I need to go too", Lizzie replied. She was unpacking her notebook and pencil case from her bag. She was glad to have the opportunity to go to the bathroom with a friend, rather than risk having people in the hallways see her make a desperate dash to the toilets all alone.
"Sure, but it's kind of urgent..." Michelle's voice trailed off as another wave of desperation hit her. Why can't Lizzie just hurry up?! she thought, as her bladder contracted again and a few more drops of pee made their way into her panties. She rapidly contracted her sphincter, letting out an audible gasp at the fact that she had once again leaked.
"Okay, let's go!" Michelle's focus was broken by Lizzie's cheerful affirmation, and the pair set out down the hallway to the bathroom by the stairwell. When they got there, they saw a very unfortunate sight: blue tape was covering the doors.
"Shit, I forgot they were doing renovations here. Guess we'll need to go to the bathrooms downstairs," Michelle exclaimed disappointedly. She almost bolted into the stairwell as her desperation once again reached another peak, her bladder threatening to let its contents loose at any moment. Lizzie had no choice but to follow, but trying to follow up Michelle's sudden motion also caused her to leak a little bit into her light purple panties, creating a bit of a dark spot as she started to run down the stairs. Fortunately for her, none of the pee escaped its cotton barrier, though she knew that it meant she didn't have long to get to a toilet before the worst happened.
Michelle and Lizzie rushed down the stairs, quickly pushing their way into the second floor women's room. When they entered, they saw three stalls, two of which were locked with girls already inside. One of them sounded like she had just started peeing, and the other one had a pair of leggings and some panties on the ground. She must be changing, Lizzie thought. Michelle didn't even allow herself this time to think, as she rushed into the last open stall and slammed the door shut. She didn't even bother locking the door, as she wanted her release as soon as possible.
"Michelle, I really have to go!", Lizzie yelled, not caring anymore about who heard her. Her bladder was starting to spasm again, as a one-second spurt came out, darkening her white jean shorts and causing a few drops of pee to roll down her inner thighs. She dug both her hands into her crotch again, trying to hold on for as long as possible. This can't be happening, Lizzie thought to herself. I'm so close, I can't just fail now!
"Sorry!", Michelle replied, knowing that she was just as desperate to use the toilet, if not more so. As she scrambled into the stall, she yanked her leggings down, not caring that they were getting slightly stuck on her lower thighs. She sat on the toilet, trying desperately to pull her panties down as her urethra gave way and her stream started, shotgunning slightly golden pee in various directions away from her opening. She managed to pull her panties off, pushing them into the crotch of her leggings, but this motion also forced her to lean forward, causing her stream to point outward. Urine arced through the air, droplets landing all over Michelle's black spandex, as she let out a satisfied sigh knowing that she had made it to the bathroom -- while not really caring where her pee went.
It was the splash of pee against tile that brought Michelle out of her reverie, realizing that whatever she was letting out was not actually going into the toilet, but instead all over the floor, the toilet seat, and her own leggings. She tried to stop her stream in vain, while she also adjusted her position to get the remainder of her pee into the toilet. The damage was done, however, as the upper part of her leggings were quite damp and the bottom of her panties were also soaked with her clear fluid. She peed for another solid half minute as the beverages she had drank earlier in the day made their way out of her, enjoying the feeling of relief as her bladder was finally allowed to relax.
Outside the stall, Lizzie was fighting her own battle. Her bladder was getting ever closer to giving way, as another spurt shot out of her crotch into her shorts. She kept trying to hang on in what looked to be a losing battle, while noticing the noises being made by everyone in the stalls. The girl in the rightmost stall was still sitting there and had let loose a fart earlier. She must be pooping, Lizzie thought. The middle stall girl was still changing, and didn't seem like she would be done for a while. That left the leftmost stall. Michelle's stall.
Lizzie heard the constant splatter of pee against the tile stop, and thought for a moment that it meant Michelle was finally done with her pee. Of course, this was nowhere close to the truth, as Michelle's stream restarted, forcing Lizzie to listen to the torturous hiss of pee against porcelain knowing that the end of Michelle's stream was the only hope for her own to not go into her clothes. Lizzie doubled over and started pee dancing, while the contents of her bladder crept ever closer to her exit.
"Michelle! Hurry up!" she yelled, hoping that it would get Michelle to wipe herself faster and leave. Michelle rapidly pulled toilet paper and wiped off her vulva, but then noticed the state of her leggings and panties.
"It's going to be a minute!" Michelle replied.
"I can't wait that long!"
"You're going to have to hold it!"
"Please, let me in! I really need to go!"
Michelle, realizing that she had forgotten to lock the stall door, understood that she was in no position to block her best friend's relief whether she wanted to or not. She hurriedly pulled up her leggings and panties, though not all the way so as to not feel the cold wetness against her crotch. As she opened the door and tried to slip out of the stall, Lizzie came crashing in. She had managed to undo her button and belt during the prior exchange, and was totally ready to get her relief when disaster struck. Lizzie's Converse shoe slipped on a bit of the pee Michelle had left behind. As she lost her footing temporarily, she panicked, trying to put herself in a position where she wouldn't fall into the bathroom floor. "Ah!", she involuntarily yelped as she tried to find somewhere else to step that would keep her standing.
Lizzie, in this chaos, had only one thing on her mind -- to find a place to pee. Once she had slipped, her mind entirely turned to not falling into her friend's puddle, and forgot about her hold. That was all of the prompting her bladder needed to start sending its contents out of her vulva and into the world, which happened to be her purple panties and white jean shorts. Lizzie stood there, frozen, as she barely managed to regain control of her bladder. Tragically for her, the pee had now descended to a point where any motion would cause its release. Being 4 feet away from the toilet, Lizzie did the one action that would seal her fate. She took a step forward.
"It's coming out!" Lizzie shrieked as she stepped forward, her legs now slightly apart. The loss of pressure on her exit caused hot clear pee to start cascading out of her and onto the floor, where it mixed with Michelle's golden drops to form a growing puddle that spread both to the bathroom wall and into the adjacent stall, where it got onto the clothes of the girl changing. Lizzie could not have cared less about this, as she was frozen by the fact that she was having an accident in the middle of the day at age 20. Out of reflex, she covered her crotch with her hands, which only had the effect of catching some of the pee and spreading it onto even more of her jean shorts as she soaked herself. By the time her stream finished, there was a large wet spot over her round butt, and some of this pee had even managed to get onto the back of her hoodie. Her crotch area was also completely soaked. She turned around to leave the stall to see Michelle, who was staring aghast at the fact that her best friend had completely lost control of her pee and had a massive accident in front of her.
Michelle still hadn't fully covered up her butt, having not pulled up her leggings yet. She tried in vain to clean herself off with some paper towels, while Lizzie grabbed some toilet paper, knowing full well that there would be no way to soak up all that she had released into her clothes.
"So, what do we do now?" Michelle asked.
"Well, we still have history seminar, and attendance is required there," Lizzie replied dejectedly. The two of them walked to their class and returned to their dorm afterward, knowing that everyone would soon find out about the massive accident that Lizzie had in the second-story girls' bathroom.
Note: this was my first time trying to write fiction! I appreciate any feedback 🙂

Oh god I just leaked so much 

“Huh… What…” Jane’s mind was like a train, running slowly but quickly picking up speed as she awoke from her slumber. Jane found her ankles tied to the legs of a wooden chair and her wrists tied to the chair’s arms. She was tied down with ropes. She had a thick string used in her mouth as a gag. Fear filled her body, making her heart quicken to a gunshot. Worst of all, Jane felt a constant panging in her bladder that told her the time to urinate was near. “Mumpmh! Ump-umph-um!” Jane shouted through her gag.
A large man stood in front of her. He carried a large sack which he was constantly loading more goodies into. He was taking all of Jane’s stuff!
Jane’s head was pounding just as much as her overworked bladder. Jane could feel a bump on her head. Her brain worked tiredly, attempting to understand this horrible situation she found herself trapped in.
“Mumpmh-humpm-hum!” Jane bellowed.
The criminal looked up and grunted out his irritation. The heavy man lumbered forward and yanked the gag from Jane’s mouth. “What?” he hissed.
“I have to pee,” Jane whimpered.
“Hold it!”
“I’m scared…”
“Too bad.”
“Who are you?”
“A burglar,” snapped the man. “Now let me do my job.”
“Please let me pee…”
“No.”
“But I have to…”
“Hold it in,” the burglar warned. “You’re too old to piss your pants.”
“But I need…”
“No. Now, let me steal from you and you can go potty,” the burglar stalked off, forgetting to regag Jane’s mouth.
Jane knit her eyebrows. She rapidly wagged her knees together and apart, together and apart as much as she could with her limited power of movement. Jane’s bladder appeared to be getting heavier and heavier with each passing second. Jane could feel the water she drank being sent down from her kidneys and making her bladder swell even more as it was pushed from the ureters and pressed all of its brute weight down on her sphincter muscles. Jane was unable to even hold herself due to being hogtied.
“Please, I drank a lot of water and juice,” Jane begged. “I need to use the bathroom. Please, let me pee and I can…”
“No. I let you out and you’ll rat to the police,” the burglar grumbled.
“No, I won’t! I swear! I just need to use the bathroom! You can watch me!” Jane had no clue what she was saying. Why on earth did she just allow this criminal to watch her go pee? Jane was so desperate that she didn’t care. She wouldn’t gladly take a nice long relieving fresh pee in front of this guy.
Her bladder just needed to use the toilet!
“Sorry, you’ll have to just hold,” the burglar replied. “Now, don’t bug me again.”
Groaning, Jane held her head back and sighed, “You’re not getting it…” Her legs continued to dance as Jane shot her head back and spat, “I’m about to burst! I really need the bathroom!”
“Okay, that’s it,” the burglar reached into his thick clock and produced a gun (that was really a toy water pistol) at Jane’s head. “Ask for the toilet one more time and I’ll shoot.”
The very sight of the gun made Jane squeak with fright. Her legs continued to flap back and forth like butterfly wings. Jane opened her mouth to speak, but quickly thought better of it and remained silent.
“No smart-ass comment?” The burglar sounded astounded. Jane shook her head. “Good.” The burglar pocketed his weapon and then returned to thievery.
Jane shut her eyes and continued rocking in her seat as best she could. She attempted to hold her crotch as a way to give herself temporary relief and help her last longer. Alas, as she pulled on the bands around her wrists, they pulled tighter and forced red marks to form on her skin. Jane wanted to scream in agony. The ties around her limbs were painful, but her full bladder was even more painful.
Jane remained quiet as the burglar continued stealing from her. Jane moved as little as her bondages would allow. Her bladder was being tortured with water. Jane felt like she was about to drown in her own fluid. But now that she knew her captor held a gun, she would not dare ask for the restroom again. But how she wanted it! Her bladder badly, badly wanted it.
“This looks interesting,” the burglar lifted up a medium-sized fish bowl filled with sloshing water. Jane didn't actually have a fish, but she planned on getting one someday. The burglar moved the bowl clockwise around his palms, examining every inch of it. Jane’s eyelids hit the ceiling as she watched in horror the water swirl around and around like a whirlpool. “I’m certainly stealing this,” the burglar made his way over to the sink. There, he tilted the fish bowl, pouring half a gallon of water down the drain. Jane’s bladder tightened as she was forced to watch water swish in a downward fast moving stream like the water that enters the ocean from treatment plants. Jane moaned and rocked as the burglar shook out the final few drops into the sink basin.
Setting the now-empty fish down on the counter, the burglar held up the hose attached to the sink and grinned. “This too looks promising. Does it work?”
Out of fear, the criminal would test such a device, Jane quickly shouted, “Yes, yes it works! Trust me, it works really well!”
“Shut up,” countered the criminal. The bandit then proceeded to turn on the nozzle over the kitchen hose. The burglar aimed the opening at the sink just as a powerful hose of water blasted from the tube. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “It works.”
Jane winced as the sounds of running water filled her eardrums. Jane’s bladder was stretched beyond its max and no amount of control or resistance could keep Jane dry for much longer. Oh, why did this burglar have to knock her out and rob her when she was this desperate for a piss.
As if just to torture the poor girl, the criminal waved the sink hose all around the sink basin. Water blasted up and down in all directions, hosing down every square inch of the metal bowl.
Jane imagined water raining down around her, her face surrounded by liquids, each pellet made her bladder squeeze more and more. Jane imagined it would overflow soon, similar to an aquarium flood. Jane gritted her teeth and her breathing turned heavy. Finally, the bandit must have taken sympathy for her as he shut off the sink, and the flow of water ended in the sink dish.
“Very nice,” the burglar removed the hose from the sink and put that and the empty fish bowl in his bag. Jane had no idea why he was taking such bizarre items. It wasn’t like they were worth much. But whatever got him out of here faster. Jane was moments away from trading her own life away for a chance to use the restroom.
The burglar opened up a cupboard and from it, he pulled out three large one-liter jugs of H2O. “Now what do we have here?”
Jane’s eyeballs cracked. Her whole body trembled as though her organs were vibrating. The burglar held up one of the jugs and shook it up and down and all about. Jane watched as the liquid tumbled around inside the massive bottle. She felt the sound and sight act as boxing gloves to her bladder.
“These are perfect,” the bandit stole the three water jugs. He looked over at a squirming Jane and smirked. But his smirk quickly faltered when he saw how desperately she was tugging on her restraints. “What, are you trying to free yourself?” he demanded.
“Wh… No, no, no, no, you… I…:” Jane stammered.
“You can’t leave,” ordered the criminal. The man reached inside his sack and produced yet another rope. This rope was even thicker than the others. The bandit made his way over to Jane’s chair.
“No… What are you…” Jane’s heart nearly stopped and her bladder nearly drained into her underwear. The bandit hunched over and tied the prickly rope around Jane’s bulging bladder. Jane’s bladder was so far extended, she looked like a pregnant elephant. She carried around far too much water inside, water that needed releasing. The bandit made this situation far worse as he restricted Jane’s bladder’s mobility even further. Jane’s bladder no longer had any give, to begin with! But now, thanks to this incredibly tight rope, Jane felt as though her bladder was getting run over by an airplane.
The rope prickled and was extra scratchy. Jane was unable to even make her bondage less intolerable. She was forced to sit with her heavy urinary bulge as this man stole all of her water-related objects - frankly, let him take them. Jane had no desire to see those things right now! - and feel her bladder weigh down on her pussy, unable to do anything but think of her dire need and wait for the inevitable to occur.
The burglar returned to robbing Jane blind as the desperate lady shook and trembled in her seat. She wanted so badly to ask for a bathroom, but she knew he wouldn’t allow it. She was afraid of getting shot. At least if she was shot, she would no longer have to worry about finding a bathroom in time. In fact, the first thing that happens after you die is your bladder draining. Jane preferably wanted to drain her bladder while still alive. But at this point, she didn’t really care whether she was living or dead. Her bladder just needed to fill the john with yellow piss.
Time passed as the criminal gathered the last of his goods. He shouldered his bag and said, “Okay, now, thank you for the supplies. Take care,” and he headed for the back door.
“What!?!” Jane cried, momentarily forgetting about the gun. “You can’t leave me here, you monster! I’m bursting full of wee over here! I need a bathroom right away!”
“Tough. Be a big girl and hold,” the burglar ordered.
Jane cursed at him. “You knocked me out, tied me up, pressed a rope on my bladder, stole a bunch of water-related items - thanks by the way, so I don’t have to look at them anymore - the least you can do is let me use my toilet!”
“Lady, I’m a criminal. In case you didn't get the memo, I don’t give a shit about your comfort,” the burglar warned.
“Please…” Jane felt herself break into tears. She no longer cared about her dignity. Her dignity was dead. Her bladder hurt and she was in extraordinary pain. Jane didn’t want to wet herself, knowing she would be forced to sit in it until help arrived and who knew how long that would be.
“Please, sir, I have to go! Please, help me, please…”
The burglar looked behind him at the open door to the yard, then back at the tied-up woman. Jane could actually see regret crossing his face. The big-statued man huffed out his exhaust and then stepped towards his prisoner.
“Okay, fine, stop crying, I don’t like seeing you whimper like that,” the burglar grunted. “Fine… I’ll take you to your loo, but will you shut up after?”
“Yes, yes, I promise!” Jane shouted, excitement hurtling across her aura.
Jane’s captor stood behind her and undid each tie, one after the other. The most reliving of which was when he removed that fat rope that had been squeezing her watermelon bladder. Jane’s bladder was finally able to return to its massive size. She held the giant thing and moaned.
The criminal, watching Jane grip her large stomach and knot her knees, said, “My, my, you really do need a toilet, don’t you?”
“Yes,” whimpered Jane who was struggling to her feet under the pressure of a gallon-sized bladder.
“But I cannot let you escape,” the bandit said, tying up Jane’s wrists behind her back.
“Whatever, just let me piss,” Jane began to waddle to the bathroom, keeping her thighs in close proximity to one another at all times.
Against all odds, Jane finally made it into her linoleum restroom and her captor followed behind as though he were helping an elderly across the street.
Jane stood before the toilet, dancing up and down. The man lifted the lid for her and pulled down her pants and underwear. Jane normally would have protested a total stranger getting that close to her lady bits, but right now, those very same lady bits needed to explode.
Jane made to sit down on the toilet carefully, but given how large her piss balloon was, she ended up falling down, her butt slamming down on the seat. No sooner did it than a violent rush of fluid sprayed in all directions from Jane’s lips, soaking her vulva from head to toe. The stream split into a million different directions and bounced off of the side of the bowl down into the water with a whale-sized splash.
Grugle-grugle-grugle khluuuuooo klooou… hissed the piss. Jane’s eyes softened and her breathing slowed. A bead of sweat trickled down her cheek. Jane could even feel her butt soaked in sweat. Or that might be pee. This was the messiest, most urgent pee of Jane’s life. Jane panted and gulped down her saliva. The urine was as hot as fire as it rocketed from Jane’s pent-up, painfully overfilled, and neglected urinary bladder.
The gushing sound heard from below Jane’s groin was the most relieving sound she had ever heard.
“Feel better?” the criminal patted Jane on the back.
“Much,” Jane felt winded from that hold. She was ready to just lie down after this.
When Jane was finally all empty and her heavy stream dribbled to its end, the burglar wiped her wet pussy for her and flushed the toilet. Jane stood and fell into his chest, euphoria flowing through her cells.
“You all good, lady,” asked the criminal.
“That hot piss made me horny!” Jane exclaimed, giving her captor devilish eyes.
Thinking, the man smiled back and replied to her silent suggestion, “I suppose I have time before I rob my next hours. It’s not often I have sex with my victim.”
And so, burglar and woman pressed their lips together, their tongs exploring each other’s mouths. They casually fell to the floor and began to undress each other. The criminal even undid Jane’s hand ties.
 
“That was even hotter than the piss I just took,” Jane panted, her naked breasts growing and shrinking as her body adjusted to the once again slow movements of her world.
“That was awesome, good work,” Mike told his wife.
“Good work, yourself, burglar,” Jane wiggled with joy.
With each role-playing game they did, both Mike and Jane not only became more relaxed, but they enjoyed it even more. And as they lay naked on the bathroom floor with dried semen on their skin, they already began to contemplate their next role-playing adventure.

@DesperateDawn the point is people can let others know when they need to go in this thread and then we treat it like a line so you'll have to wait your turn. It never got enough traction to make that work 'though, so @Seifer69 comes up with an excuses while the bathroom can't be used every once in a while and more importantly, he locks it when he leaves and keeps the keys, so I'm currently waiting for him to hopefully get back soon and open the bathroom for us.
Oh, and we've had some people only allowing themselves to use a bathroom after replying here and awaiting their turn for longer periods of time, but that's all up to you. Just try not to cheat and go anyway after you replied here and before you get your turn.

Oh my, if all of us are gonna take this long and even don't make it when there is no line, this is gonna turn into a struggle real soon.

A crazy boat party!
Some time ago I found a series of photos showing a mixed group of boys and girls on a boat. It's raining and they've probably been drinking a lot...everyone needs to pee! The smartest guys use the Pringles jars as a urinal and empty it into the water, a few inches away from the girls. And how did the girls do it?
I'm posting one of this photos, I hope it doesn't go against the rules of the forum.
@DesperateJill it sounds like an ideal scenario for one of your stories, doesn't it?

“22, you’re up,” Instructor Lavel said as 12 stood up, completing her task, head and pubis shaved clean. 
“Instructor,” 12 interjected before 22 could respond. “Where can I find the bathrooms?” 12 asked. 
“You’re starting to sound like 22,” Instructor Lavel replied, chuckling. 
“If memory serves,” Instructor Lavel continued, “Instructor Graz informed you of a very simple policy here at Camp Smith - Win as a group, Lose as a group, and no task is completed until it is completed by ALL members of the class.”
12 sighed. 24 haircuts and pube shavings stood between her and a toilet. She could wait. She could hold it. The only question was could she do so for long enough?
”22,” Instructor called out once more. “The time is now. Either sit back in that chair and let our fine barber here de-fur your crotch so you can continue waiting for the bathroom, or wet yourself, then come over here and get shaved.”
”Either way, it’s your turn. Just a matter of how full your bladder is in the process.”
”Oh-no…” 24 classmates and all instructors heard squeaked out as a second stream started splattering against the ground. 

Hey guys, sorry for abandoning the thread! I built up to a very bursting bladder over the phone call, bulging, firm to the touch, 9.5/10 fulness. Definitely the fullest I've felt in a long time, and much more desperate than yesterday. It was pretty difficult to ignore but I compartmentalized and helped my friend through what was going on with her - we were on the phone at least an hour so I made it to my goal time! I had several leaks during the call but she didn't know, I'm grateful we didn't FaceTime because the desperation was surely written all over my face. However I stayed focused and was present for her.
As soon as the call was over I lost control in my protected bed and completely flooded the mattress protector, it was pure bliss. Time since then has been spent showering and doing laundry round 2, and I figured the thread had probably died by now so thought I would just update everyone after the fact.
I appreciated all your replies esp @AstralPrince and had a fantastic time here, today and yesterday! I'll try any of those challenges I didn't get to next time 

For those who've seen my intro, you'll know that my girlfriend is the one who got me to join this forum. And, with her consent, I'll probably mostly be talking about her.
 

Bathroom control is something I never knew I was into, but now it's like second nature. We have a rule where she's not allowed to go to the bathroom without my permission, unless it's a public-situation emergency and I'm taking too long to respond. I'll usually let her go. But sometimes, I say no, and I love to watch her squirm. Most of these interactions are via Discord when we're not together, but when we *are* in the same location, and I can see her... I can't get over the way her breath hitches, and the adorable way she practically doubles over. It's amazing to see her give in to the pleasure of denial.

We also play what we call "red light green light" where I'll go into the bathroom with her and tell her exactly when to start/stop peeing. I'm not always in the mood for it, but it's definitely fun to do at times.

My favorite thing, however, is telling her exactly how long she's allowed to release for- especially when I give a meaning to those numbers. I think I've only given meaning to them twice. The first time was when I asked how long before she'd be able to come over, in hours, and I gave her that many seconds. The last time was about how many hours worth of work she has to do, from which I subtracted the number of days she has to do it. Usually I'm bad at math, and I generally dislike it, but this kind is something I'll never get sick of.

I'm curious, what's y'all's experience with bathroom control games/rules?

So on Saturday my town held a day of cornonarion celebrations.. it was  drizzly horrible weather but thought I should walk down as its important to support local events.
Had on blue dress with black leggings under and a mac to keep dry
 
I walked my dog down,  there was drinks, music, great atmosphere.. I stayed a few hours.. then I realise I couldn't use loo as can't fit dog into portaloo.. 
I wasn't that desperate but definitely felt the need.. decided I should head for home.. the rain hadn't stopped so was pretty damp all over which was increasing my need.. its about a 20min walk uphill home.. there were a few moments where I had to stop n grab myself.. as I got to my road a had a little leak..I walked faster.. and made it in the house.. pulled down my leggings but didn't have time to pull down knickers so peed through them full force on toilet.. 3 large glass of pimms and a cup of tea definitely had to come out.. 
 
I then went back and shut the door (yes I was that desperate I would have weed myself at that short delay)
 
I was only when I relaxed on sofa that I realised I could have probably wet my leggings because of rain no one would have known! 

“Next!” The older administrative woman behind the desk called out to the line of students snaking its way out the office and around the corner. 
“Last name?” The woman asked, sounding bored as a young woman, Bella, stepped forward, directly in front of the desk separating the two. 
“Perez,” She replied, softly. 
“Age?”
”22.”
”Preferred gender?”
”Female,” Bella answered.
”Alright…” The older woman sighed after a pause in the questioning. 
“Here is your schedule for this upcoming term, classes, locations, times, ect.” She said, handing several folded pages across the desk. 
“This is a list and descriptions of our extracurricular clubs and teams this year,” She continued, handing her yet more pages. 
“Annnd here,” the older woman wrapped up, “Is your bathroom pass assignment.” 
Bella immediately unfolded this sheet of paper, skipping through most of the top quarter of the page. Skimming down, she saw a “0” in bolded font.
“0?” Bella questioned to herself, though still out loud. 
“Seems that way,” the older woman answered, still bored despite Bella’s growing anxiety.
”How?” Bella started, in disbelief. “I’m on campus all 5 days of the week. I… I have days I’ll be here ALL day . How can I possibly… I wasn’t assigned ANY bathroom passes this semester?!?!”
”You’re well aware of the lottery policy in place, Ms. Perez,” The woman at the desk replied without missing a beat. 
Bella breathed out. “You’re right. I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault.” 
She turned and made her way slowly out of the office, allowing the next student to take her place at the desk. 
How could she make it through the entire semester without any bathroom passes? Not a single one. How could this possibly be allowed? How would she even make it through her first day tomorrow? 
 

I just want you all to know that I held my morning pee a bit too long (its hot, you understand) and it started coming out on my walk to the bathroom! I stood in front of the toilet with my legs crossed, cause I knew if I moved i would just lose it. I was already leaking a bit. Saying "fuck it" I uncrossed my legs and started pissing. I tried to get my ass on the toilet seat as fast as possible but my shorts were stuck up between my thick ass thighs, somehow I managed to get on the toilet, but also wet? But also my shorts were half way down? Omg. Anyways thats how my morning went hehehe