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About RagingPython

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  • Birthday 08/14/2000

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    she/her

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    Bathroom Control
    Crossdressing
    Cuddling
    Sadism / Masochism
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  1. My chronic fatigue syndrome is finally becoming a problem, at the absolute worst time. When I first started suffering from it a couple of years ago, I was told by the doctors about how it would seriously affect my life and how I’d need to adapt to it and plan around it, but since then I’ve had no issues. Until now.

    Sure, once in a while I’ll start sleeping more than usual, and there’ll be a few weeks where I sleep for 10-12 hours a night instead of 6-8, but this is by far the worst it’s ever been, I can barely stay awake for 8 hours at a time. I start feeling tired after 6, and 10 hours is basically my limit.

    And to make things worse, my insomnia has become serious issue again. Much like the CFS, it seems to start and stop every so often, but I haven’t had it this bad since primary school. For the last 2 weeks, I’ve barely been able to sleep at all. Now, I can just about fall asleep if I’m really tired, but then if I get woken up by anything I then can’t fall asleep again until I’m about to pass out, which is a real problem in my house.

    Oh this is so annoying! I’m about to go on a 3-week holiday as well. I refuse to let this ruin my trip though, no matter how bad it gets.

    (Actually, now that I think about it, I bet the insomnia caused the CFS to get so bad, as normally I have periods where the CFS gets pretty serious after periods of sleep deprivation, and this is the worst case of insomnia I’ve had since I got CFS.)

    1. Apertado

      I hope your condition gets back to tolerable soon and that you have fun on the holidays! 😊

  2. Oh crap I actually know someone who did something like this. They peed all over the area behind the teachers desk, it was amazing. Annoyingly, it happened after I had walked out to take a leak and therefore I was the only person in my class to miss it.
  3. RagingPython

    A fictional story set on holiday.

    Thank you! I’ll try to keep safe out there.
  4. RagingPython

    A fictional story set on holiday.

    WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MASTURBATION. I’ve noticed some people post warnings when their stories contain that sort of content, so I’m going to as well. This is sort of an experimental chapter as I normally write these based off what I find sexy, and this is one of those things. If other people don’t like it, then just skip this chapter. Chapter 43: I woke up around 8 O’clock, most likely from desperation alone. My legs were already crossed, and my hand instinctively grabbed at myself while I was still waking up. As soon as I stirred awake, my first thought was: “I’M GOING TO EXPLODE!” My body moved on its own, jumping to its feet and clutching at itself. But then my mind fully awoke, and I realised how terrible it would be to waste such a dangerously full bladder. I loosened my grip slightly, and felt a spurt of pee leak out. ”Ah! N-no...”, I cried out, knowing if I let any more leak out I’d loose control. I’m kinda amazed I held it back at all. Just then, I was hit with a huge wave of arousal, I realised how totally and incredibly turned on I was. ............ It overwhelmed me, I could barely think straight. “I can’t take it anymore! I have to unleash my sexual desires, now!”, I thought to myself, feeling the last 2 weeks of unmet urges boiling over and become almost unbearable. I walked around the villa, looking for somewhere private and comfortable. No where. “I can’t resist... I’ll have to do it in here!”, I thought, and walked back into the bedroom. I sat down on my bed, leaving Karen to hers. ”Aah... I have to be quick! Too long and I’ll explode, I’m already so full... Nnghh... I can’t be too loud though, or Karen will hear me...”, I thought, throwing off my now-very tight pyjamas, and exposing my private regions. I felt a wave of pain run through me, my bladder threatening to release, struggling to contain the ridiculous amount of pent-up pee I forced it to endure. Lying down, I slowly ran my hand down my body, feeling the protruding bulge extending above my crotch, not even daring to press down, knowing it would just end in disaster. As I got lower, I felt an even stronger sense of satisfaction than normal, the extreme fullness of my bladder made every touch feel orgasmic... I was so sensitive... I moved my hand around, pressing, rubbing and touching different regions. Each touch sent minute vibrations through my urethra, each one threatening to cause a flood, but also feeling incredible. Eventually I found the right spot. I kept playing with it in different ways, trying to find the best feeling. When I found that, I was about to collapse with ecstasy, wanting to push myself over the edge. But I didn’t, I slowed down, gradually pushing my body away from orgasm, despite the clear lack of time. ............ I couldn’t stop myself for long, when I was feeling calmer, I pushed myself again, continuing to stimulate myself in the best way, until I was quaking with satisfaction, my limit was being reached in multiple ways at once. I was on the edge, if I continued I would orgasm and lose control of everything I was holding back. But I couldn’t stop. Suddenly, when the feeling of immense happiness was reaching its peak, the biggest urge that hit me all holiday struck. I felt it all come flooding out, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered, I felt so good. Better than I could put into words. The last 2 weeks of denial were over. ”Aaaaaaaahhhhh..... ooooohhhh...”, I moaned again and again, trying to stifle it but unable to do so. ............ I spent a few minutes recovering. “I can’t let myself go without any kind of stimulation for another 2 weeks... I might be able to control myself next time... even though this felt so good...” After another couple of minutes, I realised the full extent of what I had done. I had completely soaked an entire quilt, sheet, pillow, mattress, and floor. Naturally, I had to clean it all up, and that became my next priority. Following that, a shower. End of Chapter 43: As I thought, this was hot as hell to write. I don’t think it’ll become a common thing, this’ll probably be the only time this whole story, but this was fun. I can’t fully vouch for its accuracy though, as I didn’t base everything off of personal experience, as the method I’ve always used for masturbation is some weird method I accidentally discovered as an 11 year old. It’s always worked, so I’ve never bothered to learn to normal method. Therefore, I had to base some of this off of other people's stories. Hopefully it wasn’t inaccurate enough to not be enjoyable. There’ll be another normal chapter in a few days, but I won’t be here for 3 weeks following the 14th of August unfortunately as I’ll be in Portugal.
  5. Kiss X Sis was basically how I discovered I was into this, now that I remember. It was basically the first time I saw something and felt honestly turned on by it and understood what I was feeling. Of course, I was too young to accept it, so I tried to forget it and hasn’t watched it again until last year. I remembered it myself a while ago, it really is a good scene.
  6. Oh my god you’re right there’s more than 4 pages!
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    My Substitute wet her pants

    I agree. Most of my stories are like that, even in my current one, which is mostly fiction, most events are adapted from some experience I’ve had before.
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    Too shy to pee

    I’m amazed you actually paid some random asshole sat in front of some toilets 2 quid. I wouldn’t have! Even in London where many toilets have turnstile systems to make you pay, I would never give money for something as simple as a bathroom. Honestly I probably just would’ve told the guy to f-off and just pushed past him.
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    A fictional story set on holiday.

    Chapter 42: I sat there for a few minutes, trying harder than ever to keep still. It was such an exiting challenge to try not to squirm, but as the tea started to hit my bladder I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I had to grab myself and cross my legs tighter. I thought I would burst. But as I gently massaged the area with one hand, and repositioned my legs, it became a much more manageable. I decided, in a brief moment of madness, to try and see if I could hold on while lying down, so I returned to my bedroom. Actually bending my body to lie on the bed was torture, I didn’t have enough space in my bladder to store the excess pee filling it already, so when I was bent over forcing my bladder to contract I was pushed to my limit. Luckily I succeeded, and once I was lying straight in bed I was no where near as desperate. It was actually not that bad, I could still feel the powerful pressure trying to force its way out, but it wasn’t a constant struggle anymore, which just left me enjoying the arousing feeling of needing to go. I had foolishly decided however to lie down on Karen’s bed, with her. At first, I didn’t regret this, it felt so good to be with her, but it became a problem shortly after. Although Karen is never a still sleeper, she always moves around a bit, she’s not usually this bad. She wouldn’t lie still for much more than a few minutes. I pulled her closer to me, and reached over her. I felt around her lower body, trying to find the right spot. Eventually, I positioned my hand in the correct spot just above her crotch, and pressed down slightly, determining how severely her need to pee must be: Bad That much was obvious. It was very firm, she clearly needed to unload a lot, but while she was sleeping she couldn’t. I wondered how long she could go for like this, if she’d even make it until the morning. I hoped she would, but I would love it if she woke up when I was still in there and then almost burst on the way there! That would be so hot! I felt around a little more, noticing that she didn’t really have a noticeable bulge, but that she was firmer than my bladder felt even now. It’s most likely because she has a much smaller bladder than me, it doesn’t stick out as much and gets harder as it fills up faster than mine, which has more space. I moved my arm, still holding Karen close to me, but no longer feeling her lower regions. Karen’s legs were getting more and more fidgety, shaking me around a lot, much to my discomfort but also pleasure. “Maybe she can’t lie still because she’s desperate, even though she’s asleep. That’s so cute, and so hot at the same time! I don’t know if that’s how it works though... either way, I can’t wait until she wakes up this morning, it’ll be really exiting to see her dancing around!” ............ I stayed lying there for a while, feeling the extra tea flow into my already stretched bladder. My legs squirmed a little, but I was able to resist the urge to move so much it could risk waking Karen. I realised I should get up. It felt so good to be lying here in relative comfort while also desperate, and I was loving how risky it was being here when I could burst on Karen, but I didn’t want to accidentally wet the bed if I fell asleep. As I tried to get up, I felt Karen tugging on my pyjamas. “Does she not want me to leave her?”, I asked myself, lying back down. She then snuggled up against me and put her arms and legs around me again, although she luckily didn’t press on anywhere important, I didn’t think I could withstand that for long. “I guess I could stay with her... hopefully I’ll fall asleep soon, I think I can endure it for the rest of the night.” I accepted that this was going to happen, as Karen didn’t seem to want to release me. “I’m going to regret this in the morning, I’ll be so desperate!”, I thought to myself, as Karen’s legs once again shook my bladder in a painful but also sexy way. End of Chapter 42:
  10. RagingPython

    My Substitute wet her pants

    That’s what most of my omo-memories are like, which is why I post my stories in the fiction forum, as it lets me take a small memory and enhance it into something great.
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    First time peeing...at school

    Oh my god wow it’s 7 years ago. I didn’t realise as it had a super recent reply.
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    First time peeing...at school

    Oh man I know a girl who did something very similar to you once. I also went to an English school, the rules were ridiculous, but I worked out after the first few months that the school could do basically nothing to make me obey them. By the end of year 11, they’d given up on telling me to fix my uniform. The silly thing is, I really liked the uniform, but it was always too hot for me to wear a blazer. Great story! Honestly whenever I need to pee really badly I get immensely turned on. If I’m alone at home, usually I’ll do exactly that while I’m still desperate, and then I’ll loose control from the pleasure. I wouldn’t do it at school though, but once or twice I’ve managed to orgasm from the sheer relief you get after unloading a lot of pee.
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    What’s the strangest places you’ve peed and why

    Oh, now that is a question. For me, I’d say in deep a cave grotto complex on the coast of Mallorca. When I was two, I learned to swim when my parents took me out to a very similar cave grotto complex, and I then swam back to shore on my own. So years later, when I had the choice to go out to another cave grotto complex on the same island, I did. I had my usual morning tea, and went for a walk to go somewhere, and on the way I found a beach with cave grottos very similar to the one my family found when I was two, and swam out to the cave with a friend. She didn’t go any further in than the entrance, and I barely coaxed her to do that. (bear in mind this place could be only be accessed by swimming round a steep cliff, which mercifully had quite weak waves that day.) I however, went deeper, and explored for a while. The only problem was, by the end I was bursting, having been in this cave for over an hour. I hadn’t visited the bathroom since I got up about 4 hours earlier. The tea was pressing hard down on my bladder, along with all the other stuff I’d had to drink, and I didn’t think I could make it back to the beach. When I came to the entrance, my friend was gone, (she’d got scared of the tide coming up too high and had swam back.) and I was on the verge of leaking. I climbed into the water, and the pressure almost overcame me. Even if I did make it back to the beach, I definitely wouldn’t make it back to our accommodation, so climbed out of the water, and walked a bit further into the cave again, holding myself tight, and released it all into the water where I was out of sight of any boats or whatever. My friend decided to endure it until we got home, and got pretty desperate. I’m thinking that I might actually combine a fictionalised version of this and a story from my trip to Portugal last year and include it in my current main story.
  14. RagingPython

    Ex liked to be controlled

    I wish I had a girlfriend who was into it like me, I can only imagine how amazingly sexy that would be, especially if it led to me having an accident.
  15. The only specific incident I remember where someone has asked to use my bathroom was when a family of 4, a mother and 3 girls of varying age turned up at my family’s house one day and begged to use the bathroom. All of them were bunched over and holding themselves. They look like 8/10+ cases. I only remember it a little as I was about 5 at the time. Although I was slightly fascinated by their movements, I didn’t understand why. I did really badly want to ask the girl who was closest to my age how they ended up like that, but I knew enough about what I was feeling to know that it wasn’t normal, so I never asked and hid my interest in them. Interestingly however, I actually found out the story of these people 3 years later! I was having a conversation with my dad, and he mentioned how although I didn’t know any of them he had quite a few friends from his work, and I said that I knew some of them; one of them came round few times when he still worked at Gatwick, and there was that family who turned up that one day and needed our toilet. Dad then corrected me, although I did know one of his friends, the family were just random passers-by who knocked on the door as they had been extremely caught short on a road trip, apparently they hadn’t been able to go for about 6 hours due to traffic. It turned out my 5 year old self just assumed they were friends of dad, as the only people who ever visited us were family or friends of mum or dad, and I knew all my family.