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Ell19

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Ell19 last won the day on May 10 2019

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About Ell19

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  • My pronouns are..
    she/her

My Kinks

  • I'm into..
    Bathroom Control
    Cuddling
    Master / Slave
    Stomach bulging

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  1. Just flexing those writing muscles with a quick story - no planning and little proofreading so don't expect too much. Jessica didn't always want to be a knight but when the Great Beast slaughtered her family she had nothing left to live for except for her goal of destroying it. She was an excellent fighter, having been trained alongside her brothers by a father who hadn't the heart to curtail her interest in the craft, but there was only one problem. Only men were allowed to be knights. Cutting off her hair, binding her chest, and dressing in the austere knight's uniform, she success
  2. I also struggle with shame and I spent a period of time not letting myself think about it and feeling guilty whenever it crossed my mind (fueled by OCD and paranoia that people could read my mind). I had pride in my identity as an intelligent student etc and it didn't fit with my idea of myself and it wasn't until I hit a mental health rock bottom that I no longer had any pride and embraced it again. I associated it with my poor mental health and saw it as a part of me being "deviant" and "wrong". But eventually my mental health improved and I've come to see that it's not that big a deal. It's
  3. I would to be honest. I'd have to be painfully desperate with no other choice to use a portaloo as I really really hate them. He was fine but he was covered in blue chemicals and no one would sit near him on the coach home. Now it's a story the family like to laugh about frequently!
  4. A rogue gnome who did lots of stabbing because, according to my boyfriend, "I don't think you're ready for magic just yet"
  5. Recently my boyfriend convinced me to take part in a one night dnd campaign for the first time and let's just say, I didn't realise how long they go on! I'd been drinking a lot that evening because I just tend to drink lots and right before we started, my boyfriend made me a cup of tea. It was online except me and my boyfriend sat together in our living room and he was the dm while I was being pretty clueless (he reassured me that the dm's clueless girlfriend is a time honoured participant) and about half an hour in i realised I had to pee quite badly. I turned my mic off and whispered t
  6. I would absolutely hold it rather than use a portaloo. It's not just them being gross, it's also general public toilet anxiety heightened by the enclosed space and people waiting outside. Also my cousin was once at a football game with his youth team and they tipped over a portaloo with him inside as a prank. The thought of that haunts me a little.
  7. Not an injury but I do a sport which results in frequently having VERY sore muscles, particularly legs, and toilets are lower than most seats so sitting down on them is particularly painful (and you can't just flop like you can onto a sofa) and so after a particularly intense training session I certainly can be inclined to hold on for longer than usual to avoid that pain. Amusingly, I was once staying with my gran and she has a frame around her toilet so you can hold onto handles to help yourself get up and down and that thing was a godsend and now I'm wondering if they might have an unta
  8. This thread contains some unfortunate and unrealistic body standards for women. In particular I'm looking at "curvy with massive bum and thighs. No chubby girls though." I hope some of you can examine your attitudes. I understand that this is a place to describe your ideal and so you're going to be very specific and fussy and I don't have an issue with that but we do have to be careful how we talk about women and check ourselves whether it's respectful or whether we're perpetuating harmful stereotypes. Anyway, as a bi woman, I'll join in here. I love women of all shapes and sizes b
  9. Once you're an adult it's very rare to be in a situation where you need permission to go to the toilet, I'm fact I didn't think it happened at all. It's been three years since I've had to do so. But now I've got a new job for the summer and suddenly found myself back in the world of needing to ask permission to go to the toilet. It wasn't a problem until yesterday when I had an 8 hour shift and was sent on my break very early so I had 5 hours straight to work after it. I always make a point to drink as much as a can before my shift and during my break because the kitchen is very hot and
  10. Yes, no leaks and no super obvious visible signs. I definitely walked stiffly and wasn't quite able to stand up straight but I was very embarrassed and trying really hard to hide it. It's amazing the willpower you can find in yourself when surrounded by schoolmates. I did not have a good social life at school and such an embarrassment would have been absolutely awful. So I found strength I didn't know I had.
  11. This happened a few years ago but I recently relayed it to a friend which has reminded me. It was truly the most agonisingly desperate I have ever been in public and maybe ever. I was 16, studying for my GCSEs, when my class went to see a play that we were studying for our literature GCSE. It was in the evening of course and at the time I was on a crash diet so just prior to leaving I had a meal replacement shake and a tin of soup. As these were in the place of food I failed to consider them as liquid that maybe I shouldn't consume just before the theatre. We arrived with very litt
  12. I came across someone who goes to the same university as me on here but they were a new member and deleted their account a few days after creating. I wondered whether they had been scared off by me (they noticed our link and brought it up first but may have had second thoughts about the risk of being identified) or maybe if they were a friend of mine (one friend kinda knows that me being into this stuff is a possibility, it's hard to explain) trying to guage if I was me and then thinking better of it.
  13. It didn't occur to me, I was rather drunk and acting quickly on instinct.
  14. I was wearing two pairs of knickers and a pair of tights (an extra pair on the outside of the tights stops them from moving down because I'm moderately tall) and I'd soaked through them and made a tiny little puddle on the bathroom floor by the time I got them off and got myself onto the toilet.
  15. 1000-1100ml I measured 1200ml once but it was a fairly crude estimate due to not having a big enough measuring container and I'm now coming to terms with the fact that it was probably false.
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