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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

Recent Profile Visitors

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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
  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 mad
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