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johnah

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About johnah

  • Rank
    Fidgeting
  • Birthday 01/26/1963

Personal Information

  • My pronouns are..
    he/him

My Kinks

  • I'm into..
    Bathroom Control
    Tickling
    Bondage
    Humiliation
    Master / Slave
    Spanking

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  1. Squirming 

  2. In the mood to receive some bladder control

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  3. In the mood to receive some bladder control

  4. Great story. Can't wait for the next!!
  5. Playing with a twitter friend until I couldn't hold back any longer IMG_5639.MOV
  6. Forced to hold it until I burst. IMG_5384.MOV
  7. 'The Swimming Pool Library' by Alan Hollinghurst features an episode where the protagonist forces his boyfiend to hold it when they return home from the pub and the BF wets himself eventually. Kinda hot if you like that sort of thing....
  8. Thank you Mbg. You have the power...
  9. Pee pee dance for Mistress before she allowed me to pee 1250ml. IMG_5214.MOV
  10. https://twitter.com/Johnah631/status/1239189469342961667s=20?
  11. Sitting at my desk at work. Increasing urge to pee
  12. Good morning everyone. Getting ready for work. Feeling a little naughty today and feel like being controlled and given a tough bathroom schedule at the office today 😉

  13. Julie finally got herself organised as the waitress approached. "I think we'll have tea please. Yes, tea for two, oh and large bottle of still water. I'm quite thirsty!". The waitress cleared the empty tea things away and Julie started to tell me about her week at work and all about the renovations she was having done to her house. I listened intently as Julie went on about her granite worktops and mixer taps all the while gently pressing my thighs together under the table as my kidneys processed the tea and pumped a constant stream of pee into my bladder. The waitress reappeared with a tray and as she started placing items on the table I reached under the table with one hand and gave my dick a long squeeze. I looked up to see Julie staring right at me tight lipped and she shook her head subtly. I quickly pulled my hand away and put it back on the table. I fiddled with a napkin as my dick twitched in complaint at the comforting grip having been cruelly snatched away. Julie poured water into both of our glasses and offered hers towards mine in a cheering motion. "Down the hatch!". Julie took a long swig from the glass and nodded towards me to do the same. I swallowed a couple of mouthfuls and was about to place the glass back down when Julie said "let's finish these and make a start on the tea. I'm dying for a cup!". We both drained our glasses with my knees jiggling under the table. I slammed the empty glass back down as a wave of desperation hit me. I bent forward with my thighs clamped together and gritted my teeth as I waited for the sharp urge to pass. While I struggled to regain composure, Julie poured our tea. At that moment, the chef came out from the kitchen and pushed open the toilet door. Julie saw the look on my face as I felt another painful spasm from my bladder and grinned at me. "Well that's enough about my stuff. How are you?". 'Apart from being on the verge of pissing myself, fine!' I thought. "Oh not too bad. Busy at work this week..." the wave of desperation was starting to ease and I relaxed a little and allowed myself to enjoy the attention from my controller. "Working on a big social media campaign with a tight deadline but I'm enjoying creating the artwork". Julie was listening closely with he teacup raised to lips, constantly sipping. She shifted slightly as if she was crossing her legs under the table. As I babbled on about work I felt a different sensation from between my legs as it occurred to me that Julie may also have been holding for some time.
  14. The next 20 minutes felt like an hour as I downed cup after cup of tea. The ache in my bladder was a gnawing need by now. The booth was ideally placed with a view of the single unisex toilet and, as I worked on my fifth and final cup of tea a youngish man headed to the toilet and closed the door behind him quickly. Knowing that he was about to get the relief I was starting to need quite badly made me reach under the table and give myself a comforting squeeze. "No touching naughty" I looked up and Julie was standing at the end of the booth. I quickly removed my hand and stammered "h hi. You made it". She smiled broadly and slid into the bench seat opposite. As she fussed with her coat and bag she asked "how have you been? Keeping busy?" Before I could reply she picked up the lid from the teapot and, peering inside, frowned "you didn't save any for me? Greedy" I was literally lost for words "I er..." She beamed at me again "no problem sweetie. I'll get us some more". I felt my cheeks flush and I actually blushed. This was starting to feel like a different dynamic because, underneath all the smiles and chat and friendly talk of tea, I was trapped in a booth with a rapidly filling bladder, more tea on the way and I was going nowhere without the permission of the gorgeous smiling woman opposite.
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