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  1. youromofantasy

    Physical size and bladder size?

    My husband and I have similar capacities. The funny thing is, I'm 5'4" and he's 6'6"! We had a right proper holding contest once and he measured 1400ml to my 1300ml (though I've measured in at 1400ml separately on several other occasions).
  2. I wet myself in my own driveway a while back, completely unintentionally, and in front of one of my neighbors that just happened to be out walking her dog (of fucking course she was, lol). I had zero intention of having an accident that day, let alone a public one. I was super embarrassed when it happened, but once I got into the house and thought about it a little, I just thought to myself that I don't much like that neighbor anyway because she doesn't pick up after her dog and I saw her let her dog pee on my next door neighbor's brand new flowers they'd planted the day before (which she had to enter their yard for the dog to be able to reach) and as soon as I realized that, I was like, don't give a fuck that she thinks. Fair chance she's not judging me as harshly as I'm judging her anyway, lol.
  3. youromofantasy

    Has anyone actually met someone else into this?

    I have a strong suspicion about my first boyfriend, whom I dated for four years. My insecure ass dropped a few sizable hints but never felt comfortable enough to tell him about it. At the time, I loathed this part of myself. I'd have died before admitting it to anyone, him included. He never took the bait, but one time, he teased me about following me into the bathroom (he knew I was pee-shy) and said "sometimes I think peeing is kinda sexy." I'm pretty sure I've never blushed so hard in my life. But I also didn't say anything, though it would have been the perfect opportunity to do so. I sometimes wonder what might have been, but we had very different values and it just wasn't going to work. I have a very close friend whom I met through work like ten years ago that is a DL. I know it's not quite omo, but it's certainly adjacent enough. I'd known about his thing for a couple years before finally feeling comfortable enough in my own skin to tell him about myself. It made our already strong friendship even better sharing this kind of thing on a platonic level. He even got me to try diapers a couple times and I didn't hate them! Other than that, so far I've met up with two awesome people into omo that I met online through my blogging/tweeting activity. I had amazing experiences with each of them.
  4. youromofantasy

    Finally told my girlfriend. What now? Any experience?

    Hey, so I definitely didn't read all of the replies to this, and I apologize if my hot take is just more of the same. 🙂 It took me seven years to tell my husband, and that had nothing to do with him in the least and everything to do with my deep sense of self-hatred and shame. I grew up assuming that I'd never get married because I never thought I'd meet someone whom I'd feel comfortable telling, and I refused to marry someone whom I couldn't tell. He proposed after two years, and I said yes, because I knew I could tell him. But then I made him wait to get married for another five years (that sounds bad, but he was cool with my reasoning...we bought a house together first and started our respective careers and we aren't having kids so it wasn't a rush). I wouldn't let him go through with marrying me without knowing exactly what he was getting himself into. It took a lot of alcohol and hysterical crying for me to get it out. Now, my situation is different in that he just laughed at (with) me and said, "That's it??? That was the big deal?! Babe, you're tame." That's not really relevant to your original question, just while I was skimming, I saw mention that it was a red flag you didn't tell her sooner. I don't think it was a red flag on the relationship at all and likely not a commentary on her as a person or the bond you share with her, but, of course, my opinion is colored by my own personal experience. Here's the relevant shit: You just told her. How she feels about it today is not necessarily how she's going to feel about it however long down the road. I'm not saying she'll ever change her mind about participation, but I will say that it's all in what you get used to, and humans have the extraordinary capability to get used to anything. Ever find yourself doing something you swore you'd never do? Same concept. She's just not used to the idea yet. It's not normal yet. But someday, it will be completely normalized in her mind. If she's as awesome and accepting as you say, and I believe she is, she'll eventually get used to the idea that it's just a part of who you are and nothing to be seen as odd or gross or different. If she has any capacity for compersion, she may even find it cute or endearing how much you enjoy it, once it's no longer such new information to her. I'm certainly not saying this will happen to her, please don't take it that way at all, but as an example on getting used to things... I had always been repulsed by watersports my whole life, to the point that I'd never even tried wetting myself until last year because I have clinical OCD and I am compulsively fastidious about personal hygiene. Now, not only will I have my own accidents, but I relished it when a playmate and I, um, had a fully-clothed exchange of fluids. I've had (many, heh) fantasies of another playmate who once suggested that on a future playdate he may undo my jeans and pee into them while I'm forced to keep holding through it. I've also oddly stopped showering after an accident. I won't go so far as to stay in wet clothes, but I don't always rinse off either (*blushes*). Two years ago the thought of that would have made me nauseous. It was only my immersion in the online omo community that helped normalize my own fetish in my own mind. Now, it's just another Tuesday afternoon. I'm also about to get super real on you. You mentioned that after eight years, you've gotten used to each other and the heat in the bedroom has mellowed. This is very important... Omo is the same way! Right now it feels like such a disadvantageous situation that you don't foresee ever getting to participate in person with her. I am here to tell you (*waves* hey there) omo gets just as old, especially with the same partner. Whereas one year ago I was over the fucking moon that my husband regularly volunteers to hold and wet for me and it was everything I'd ever dreamed of, I legitimately turned him down last week (another thing I thought I'd never do!). I went from being ever-so-grateful for every bit of omo play I could get from him to it being just a regular Sunday in the Marin household. What you're craving is the honeymoon phase, and that doesn't last forever, even with omo (and I say that as a complete omo-sexual, meaning absolutely nothing can get me off except omo). I'll leave you with one last thought. Omo does not require touching. It does not inherently require a connection. It can absolutely be the most transactional thing on the planet, if you organize it as such. You never have to discuss the sexual aspect of it if you don't want to. Just cause y'all know what the other's doing afterwards in your own separate homes doesn't mean you need to be explicit about it! Definitely give your girlfriend lots and lots of processing time first, but have you considered at some point in the future maybe making an online omo friend? Skype or FaceTime or whatever is almost as good as the real deal. I don't know how she'd feel about you doing that, or how you'd feel looking for that particular connection elsewhere. I know you mentioned she was scared (hence giving it so, so much time before bringing it up if you choose to), but it might be a happy medium if she truly is and remains that put-off by the idea of trying it. I have a fair amount of online omo friends and my relationship with each of them is different, so I know you can make it anything you want it to be. I have some that I keep things strictly PG with, and I have some that I've gotten comfortable enough with to get downright explicit. I have some that I've met in person and some that live halfway around the world. The possibilities are endless. I will warn you to check your feelings at the door though, because that shit can really get complicated if you're not careful, but we're all adults here and communication is key. Just make sure your friend knows under no uncertain terms that you don't mean to get involved in that fashion and you should be golden (lololol).
  5. I had that same hyperfocused anxiety as a child about not wetting myself (and it never happened to me either!) but it seems to me, after much reflection, that the hyperfocus developed from the underlying interest and not the other way around. This hyperfocus lasted well into my twenties and seemed to be mostly prevalent at school. When I went to college and wasn't in class straight through morning to afternoon is when the anxiety started to ease for me. But I have much earlier memories of the interest than I do of being anxious about having an accident in public. I also developed a pee-shyness that I've never been able to shake, and I'm sure that's tied in there somewhere too. I was twelve when the switch flipped from "major source of anxiety" to "major source of other things." Funnily enough, it didn't occur to me until I was 32 that I should experiment with being the desperate one. Like, I knew it "worked" when it was just me too, but it never even crossed my mind to set myself up for an accident intentionally. Even more odd, I had my first accident as an adult in front of someone else. I don't really do this unless someone else is involved in some way, actually, now that I think about it. I'm not sure what that says, but I'm not sure I give a fuck, lol. The psychology behind it is interesting, to be sure, but I'm not sure we'll ever know the answer.
  6. Weed is great for lots of things and I self-medicate with it daily for other things, but it is no substitute for antibiotics. I had a bladder infection a few weeks ago and with how much I smoke, I definitely would have noticed it if the weed had any effect. It didn't. I'd still go see your doctor to be safe. I find the same thing if I smoke during a hold, though (and I do a lot). For me, it allows me to feel the good sensations without so much of the annoyance sensation. Then, when the high wears off, I get super extra desperate kind of out of nowhere, which is really fun too.
  7. youromofantasy

    I wish I had a smaller bladder

    THIS. 100% THIS. So. fucking. annoying. I have a 1.4L capacity myself, but on top of that, I've also had weight loss surgery, which hinders my ability to drink a lot at once. My stomach can only hold about 8 - 10 ounces of liquid at any one time, necessitating constant sipping rather than being able to down a whole drink or two at once. Holds take 8 hours on the low end. I usually end up having to skip my morning bathroom break in order to get any kind of desperate before 3pm, otherwise it's a whole-day-event. I only have the house to myself during the day while my husband is at work, so sometimes I'm racing the clock to finish a hold satisfactorily. On the other hand, though, whenever I do have an accident, it's not small by any stretch of the imagination, which I like a lot and much prefer for those purposes. *shrugs*
  8. youromofantasy

    Best position for big holds?

    Sitting on my feet! I used to get away with this at work all the time. I love pulling my feet up into my chair anyway, sitting cross-legged, or tucking one foot underneath my other leg. I never sit like a normal person, haha. Whenever I'd need extra help, all I'd need to do is move a few inches and it would still look like I was sitting normally, for me anyway. It came in handy anytime I'd get stuck with a really chatty person while trying to conduct a recorded interview during the course of investigation. It's poor form for the interviewer to stop the proceedings in the middle and if done incorrectly could jeopardize the admissibility of same if I were to have needed it for court. Most of the time, a statement would take fifteen to thirty minutes and it wasn't that hard to wait until it was over, but sometimes the person would want to tell me their whole life story instead of giving straightforward answers and I've had some take over an hour and a half unexpectedly.
  9. youromofantasy

    Yoga

    Oh, yes. ? I highly recommend this!! You are not wrong, it's way fun, definitely give that shit a try!
  10. youromofantasy

    Dish washing desperation

    Washing dishes is a favorite chore to have my husband do while he's holding for me. Definitely a winner. It really gets him, but he keeps pretty good control despite the sound and feel of the warm water. As for myself, I've had it used against me plenty and it always makes me lose control. I am also the perfect height for the counter to press right into my bladder and short enough to need to lean on it while washing. We have a dishwasher so we don't do much by hand, but it's always a fun thing to do with a full bladder!
  11. youromofantasy

    Favourite situation for holding?

    The added risk factor does absolutely nothing for me, unless I'm under command to take said risk. Otherwise, it affects me rather negatively and I get anxious/nervous and it could bring on a panic attack (I am very prone to those). But my desire to please apparently supersedes any and all of that. I even took a walk around the neighborhood in wet jeans the other day on command, something I would NEVER EVER DO on my own. It's certainly not my favorite thing ever and I'd always very much rather not as it is not my thing, per se, but get me in subspace (or just be the correct person asking) and I'll do almost anything, I guess, lol. That being said, being controlled and told that I may not use the bathroom is just about my favorite thing. So, I guess you could say I do enjoy holding a very full bladder in a situation in which I cannot pee; it just has to be in the right context.
  12. youromofantasy

    Wreck of the Day

    Thank you! I did 'fess up by way of my "guilty face" and he playfully teased me a little. He knows I'm into omo and is super cool and supportive about it. He even holds for me on a regular basis! My jeans were completely soaked. I have a pretty decent capacity and the wet spot on the concrete was huge. I wanted to take a picture so badly, but I was super self-conscious with the neighbor lady still in the area. How conspicuous would that have been? I slogged into the house through the garage, which enters directly into the laundry room. I stripped right there and dropped everything in to the washing machine and went to go wash up myself. After that, I mopped up the wet spot that had pooled and finished cleaning up right before my husband got home. Thank you so much!! Hahaha, omg, I laughed so hard at this, thank you!! Thanks for all the love, everyone! ?
  13. youromofantasy

    If you were stuck in a major traffic jam..

    Oh, this was a good question! I drive a fully loaded 2017 Buick Encore that I absolutely adore. On the other hand, I am incredibly pee-shy! My love for my car outweighs my pee-shyness any day of the week. You bet I'd get my happy ass out of the car and pee next to it. Chances are everyone in the vicinity would have been able to see my potty dancing in my car anyway, and at that point, is getting out and peeing really that much more embarrassing? I have zero control. A narrow-necked bottle is not an option if I want to maintain my vehicle's pristine interior. Not to mention that I'm one of those that can't stop once I've gotten started and my capacity far (far!) exceeds that of a water bottle.
  14. youromofantasy

    female Wreck of the Day

    Hi, I’m Maya, and I wet myself in my own fucking driveway this evening. *waves* Mistakes were made. I had a normal morning, which usually just involves me drinking a ridiculous number of caffeinated beverages while trying to get some work done. At 2:30, I had a doctor’s appointment scheduled. I like to treat myself to a coffee whenever I drive more than 30 minutes one way and this place is an hour each way. I got in the car a little early and it told me that one of my tires was at 16 PSI. I had just enough time to swing through Discount Tire and have them check/refill it for me, but only barely. I picked up my iced dark roast on the way, not realizing that Discount Tire is the fucking happening place to be at 1:20 in the afternoon on a random Tuesday. There were six cars in front of me in line. I nervously sipped on my coffee as I waited my turn. By the time I made it to the front of the line, I was already feeling a slight urge to pee, enough that I was planning to stop by the bathrooms at the hospital before my appointment. They’re right outside my doctor’s suite and it would only take a few minutes. I pulled into the bay and the nice technician checked me out. Fucking nail in the tire. I had no time left to dick around with it because Google Maps was telling me I was going to be five minutes late already. I could not reschedule. This was kind of a big deal. I asked him if I could make it across town and back safely and he seemed to think so. I high-tailed it north up the highway and got to the hospital five minutes late. There went my visit to the bathroom. Of course, along the way, I finished the 32 oz iced coffee, so I needed to go even more by the time I arrived. This doctor’s office runs on time, so I barely even had time to fill out the visit paperwork before they were calling me back. I felt way too pee-shy to ask the nurse if I could use the bathroom while I waited for the doctor, so I followed her back to the exam room and crossed my legs tightly as soon as I sat down. She asked me a bunch of questions and made her notes and then left me alone to wait. The doctor came in a few minutes later. I knew him professionally from my former career, so we chit-chatted for a little bit before getting to it. He did not tell me what I wanted to hear. They were nice enough to call the MRI place to schedule for me. I waited while they got that done, chewing on my thumbnail and bouncing in my seat a little. By the time I was out, it was a little after 3. The beginning of rush hour. I’m going to be completely honest here. I seriously overestimated my holding abilities. I take full responsibility for this. Dallas traffic is a motherfucker. I weighed the pros and cons of taking five extra minutes to use the bathroom before trying to get home and decided that those five minutes could cost me, and I could hold it until I got home no problem. It might have been true if there hadn’t been an accident on 35 already, causing a backup. The slowdown happened as I was on the on-ramp. We slowed so quickly that the two cars in front of me got into an accident. I heard the crumple of the car in front. I managed to slow in time, as did the car behind me. I am safe. But I couldn’t leave. I was really worried about the person in the front car. That sound was sickening, and I’ll be hearing it echo in my head for a while. Luckily, he wasn’t hurt, and neither was the lady that rear-ended him, though she was hysterically crying. I couldn’t leave that either, so I stuck around to reassure her and explain to her how insurance works and what she needed to do to get herself and the poor gentleman taken care of. Life skills such as those really need to be taught in high school. The entire time we were standing off to the side of the highway, I kept my legs crossed as casually as possible. I don’t know if it was obvious how tense I really was. I’m hoping the gravity of the situation helped gloss over my tiny potty dance. Neither of them said anything, anyway. By the time I got back on the highway, traffic had piled up even more from the accident still up ahead. I got in the left lane and turned up my Spotify. Nothing to do but wait it out. I sang in my car for a while, getting more nervous by the minute, trying not to panic. Driving a car slowly while squirming/trying not to squirm is THE WORST. So is the fact that other drivers can see you more clearly when everyone’s going two fucking miles per hour. I’m certain more than one trucker got an eyeful of me holding myself and bouncing in my seat. My little SUV isn’t that tall and it has nice big windows. I got around the accident and made it the few more miles to my exit. By the time I got there, school was letting out. As you get closer to our subdivision, there are a few four-way stops instead of traffic lights. Traffic had backed up all the way to the intersection to my right because parents were picking their demon spawn up from school. Instead of waiting like a normal fucking driver and letting us all that had a clear way go through, a school bus coming from the other direction wanting to turn onto that street just lined itself right up and blocked the entire fucking intersection for seven goddamn minutes. I’m not proud. I teared up a little. I’m not a crier by any stretch but come the fuck on. I had to take off my seatbelt and unzip my jeans. The first and only leak happened as I turned away from the school and into the residential area. I was less than five minutes from the house. It spiked my adrenaline enough so that I was able to stop almost right away. My vehicle is pristine, and I’d like to keep it that way. I pulled into my driveway and hit the button for the garage door. I did not have the extra few seconds to wait for it to open and pull my car in. I parked in the driveway and opened the door. The split second that I moved to step out, it started. I hopped out and froze. I couldn’t stop it. I just stood there having an accident while the neighbor lady was out walking her Rottweiler and witnessed the whole thing. I’m pretty sure that I’m dead and that this is the ghost of Maya telling this story. The cherry on top of this story is that my husband came home maybe a half hour after it happened and asked me, “What happened in the driveway? It didn’t rain today.” Dead. *buries face in hands*
  15. Hi there! I am currently fumbling my own way through the scariness of being new at this kind of thing too. I am a sub for the most part, though occasionally I do like to switch. I find myself extremely nervous when trying to control someone because I never know exactly what to do/have them do. I think the best way to deal with this problem is to gather the most amount of information practicable to aid in formulating your strategy for your scene. To do this means to have a very frank, up front discussion with your potential partner ahead of time. Set some expectations. What are both of you wanting to get out of this? Find out if they have any limits, and tell them any of yours. Ask them their ideal outcome. Do they want to be pushed right to their limit, or just past (i.e. full wetting)? How harsh would they like you to be about it, and in what way? It may help to find out what aspect of omo appeals to them the most (desperation, wetting, humiliation, sexual versus non-sexual, etc). And then talk about your own preferences. Tell them in what way you want to torture them and how far you'd like to take it. Do you want to roleplay? Do you want to give your victim challenges to try to make them lose it? What kind of challenges do they prefer? Do they like to be told not to squirm? Do they like being told to do things like stretches or chores? Then, together, make the decision if you are compatible to play. If you are, you now have an arsenal of information on ways to make your partner and yourself happy during playtime. Debriefing after a scene is also essential. You need to find out what they liked and didn't like about the scene. What they would change or do differently next time. You need an opportunity to share the same. If you enjoyed your time together, you might want to reassure your partner of same. Let them know you appreciate them. It may not feel quite so as you're doing this over DM, but this is a very intimate thing to share with someone and may leave either party feeling vulnerable. Reassurances help. You may want to eat or drink something right afterwards to keep up your blood sugar, and find yourself some warm clothing or a blanket. Another thing to keep in mind is that this is a very intense thing that we do sometimes. Either party can experience something afterwards commonly referred to as drop. We get a rush of brain chemicals when we do this kind of thing and it can cause a bit of an imbalance anywhere from a few minutes to a few days after a scene. It can manifest physically in that you might feel like you have a hangover or stayed up too late the night before, or it can manifest emotionally in symptoms of depression or sometimes even feelings of confusion, anger, irrationality, or insecurity. This doesn't happen to everyone, but you might want to be aware that it exists so you can make sure to take care of yourself and your play partners if it happens to come up at any time. I've always found more information to be the key to my own feelings of insecurity. The above approach may not always be practical. In those instances in which there's no time or inclination to really discuss things, I would suggest starting out slow and just gauging their reaction as you go along with what you'd like to do. Maybe start with a few simple challenges. Drink two glasses of water. Stand with legs apart for a few minutes. Do a household chore while holding it. Hold breath for 30 seconds. That kind of thing. My DM's are always open if you want to talk more about it. I'm going through the same thing.