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  1. Wooowww I haven't posted in wayyyy too long! I have been active doing holds, rapid desperation, and bathroom control lately. I'd be happy to write about it. Let me know!

    1. Alex Oxford

      Ummm that’s an easy yes for me 😂 would love to hear about your escapades! Which one stands out the most?

    2. wettingman

      I am looking forward to reading about you holding your pee.

  2. Well hello everyone! What a wonderful night it has been! It's actually been quite eventful omo-wise. Boy do I have a story for you all today! So, we begin earlier today when I approached my boyfriend about possibly coming up with a challenge for me to do. He never fails to deliver and gave me an incredibly specific one. Here were the rules to start off with: Movie based challenge This challenge consists of you watching a movie while you are desperate, however you must change the position you are ia at the specified times. You must be fully clothed, and your pants must have a tight or semi-tight waistband. Start off the challenge by getting to the point where you only kind of need to pee Pick a movie of your choice (must be at least 1 hr 45 min long) If it is longer, then you may use the remainder of the movie as a break. Drink 6-8 oz every 15 minutes There are going to be 4 positions that you must be in while watching the movie. You have to stay in each one for 15 min and you will get a 15 min break in between each one so set your timer!!! You must complete the positions in this order Your computer must be on your legs with your arms crossed on top of your bladder so they press down. Put your computer on your bladder. Press down on your bladder every 5 minutes Lay on your stomach while on a hard surface. You have to rock your hips so that your bladder presses into the ground Sit with you computer in between your legs. You can hold yourself every other minute (one minute on and one minute off) Like I said before you do get 15 minute breaks in between each position. You may choose any position you like as long as you are comfortable. That being said, there are rules to the breaks. You can cross your legs for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 they must not be crossed You can hold yourself for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 you cannot. If the movie is longer than 1 hr 45 min then you are allowed to do everything you can to hold on. If you make it all the way to the end of the movie there is one more thing you have to do. You must go into your bathroom and sit (fully clothed) on the toilet for 5 minutes. After completing this, you are free to take off everything but your panties to relieve yourself. Sooo now that we know the rules and everything is clear, let's jump right into it shall we? I drank about oh maybe 20 ounces or so before starting off, and drinking more as I searched for a movie to use. I decided to do Fifty Shades of Grey. Cheesy I know, but hey what can I say? I'm the exact demographic this movie is marketed toward. At this point in time, I had to go, but not bad. This was actually my downfall I feel like. Because knowing me, I love and really do enjoy a challenge. My boyfriend had told me before, that how I started off was going to dictate how the rest of the challenge went. Expecting a really hard challenge I started off having to go, but not a whole lot. I started off the movie and began the first position. While this position was a little difficult I suppose, it wasn't awful. I wasn't desperate, the urge was there but my bladder wasn't nearly full enough to have any complaints or for the weight of my arms to really do anything to it. I would occasionally press even harder and of course that would help me feel something. Because I wanted more of a challenge right then and was thinking this whole thing wasn't even going to be bad, I decided to drink much more than the required amount. In the first 15 minutes I drank about 3/4 of my hydro flask. I have the forty ounce one so I had about 30 ounces. I didn't really feel it at all as I was drinking, but I hoped it would kick in soon enough. Now friends, this was a big big mistake. The first fifteen minutes seemed like a breeze. I hardly had to go at all, the rest of the challenge seemed like an easy climb. The top of it well within my reach. I even called my boyfriend who wrote up the challenge and told him to make it harder next time. Well long story short, he really doesn't need to make it worse. You'll see why later. During the break I was honestly fine. A tiny ping at me if anything. I only crossed my legs for the alotted time, I didn't hold myself at all. Of course I did as was instructed and dank the water that I needed. Possibly a bit more during this particular break. But it wasn't really bad. I finished up my hydro flask in this time and went to refill it. I had my timer set for each challenge that passed by. fifteen minute position, and fifteen minute break. By now half an hour had passed and I was only hardly feeling it. The water I had been drinking hadn't quite hit me just yet. By the time the second position came around I was semi-feeling it. I had to have the computer on my bladder and press every five minutes for this position. I laid in bed with my knees up, propping up my computer that was digging into my bladder. By this time my bladder was filling and I knew it. I had set a timer for five minutes and every time it rang, I would press down for 15-30 seconds or enough time to make myself moan just a little bit. The first time I had pressed down I didn't feel much but my bladder was definitely more full than it had been just a few minutes ago. I was glad to know I was filling up and looking forward to the challenge ahead of me. By the second time I had to press, I leaked a lot. This was my first leak, and let me tell you my friends, the first of many. I had been wearing a pajama tank top, blue-teal underwear, and red designed pants that cling to me, only to fan out at the bottoms (think bell bottoms but out of cotton and spandex). I had a small wet spot in my pants, but not enough to be completely noticeable. By now, the computer digging into my bladder felt uncomfortable. Like really uncomfortable. I kept going to move it, only to remember the rules and place it right back where it was. I felt myself leaking more and more. By the time the last timer rang, I really had to go and was bursting. I pressed down on my bladder and a big gush came out of me. It completely soaked my pants, all around my butt and thighs. As per the rules I wasn't aloud to take off my pants so I had to sit in my small puddle for the break between positions. During the break was when I really started feeling it. I felt my bladder bulging out and decided to lay on my side as that provided the most relief for me. I kept leaking every few seconds. I felt everything in my bladder sloshing as I rolled onto my side. I was Trying to to cross my legs and hold myself. But knowing that I only had a limited time to do so killed me. After I had officially ran out of time, I was a mess. I was leaking a lot, and while laying on my side, it was pooling around my legs. I was just in a puddle of my own pee but I wasn't aloud to change or take them off. So I didn't. I was sitting there, absolutely bursting in my sheets and pants that were both near soaking. I still had a lot to go in the movie and at this point in time, I was questioning if I could make it or not. For the third position, I was a bit confused for it. I tried calling my boyfriend to clarify but he did not pick up, even after two missed calls. To make sure I didn't do it wrong, and that it would satisfy his standards, I rolled up the blanket I was using at the time and laid on my stomach with my bladder pushed by the blanket. Now let me tell you, I don't think there was a single time I stopped leaking. Luckily I had set out towels, but now, I had a huge wet spot down my front, my side and the back. My pants were pretty much done for and I couldn't take them off. Since they were bell-bottom like, they clung to me in the top which set the pee right up against me. I had to sit there and they would only get worse as time went on. Laying with my bladder being constantly pushed was a real struggle. Tears were forming at my eyes as I had to keep from loosing it all. I drank my water to distract myself, but that was a double edged sword as my bladder would only get fuller as I did. Which made it worse in the end. My room mate was sleeping on the other side of the wall, so I had to keep the moans that this position was causing as quiet as I could. Luckily she didn't mention anything the next morning but I'm sure she did hear two or three of them as I pushed my hips against the rolled up blanket. This blanket really dug into me and made me just want to loose it. But I loved the feeling of being so close, and rubbing up against it. I loved the feeling of bringing it the to the very top of my bladder all the way down to the bottom. I was very happy to hear my timer go off my second-to-final break had begun. I set it for 7 1/2 minutes to hold myself. Now this is when I REALLY had to go. What I did during these few minutes which gave me some relief, but also was a double-edged sword of sorts. I would put my fingers so that they covered up my urethra and let it go. Of course nothing came out, as my fingers blocked it, but the relief and relaxation of my muscles felt so nice. Like I said, this was a double-edged sword as there would come a time where I had to stop. Every single time I would struggle to stop and when I thought I did, I would move my fingers only to be greeted with a large stream. This of course did my already soaked underwear and pants no help. I had given up on them possibly drying as this point. My bladder was really bulging and out there. while letting go felt great, not being able to made it worse. When my 7 1/2 minutes where and I could only cross my legs for the final of the break, I truly thought I would loose it and wet myself. I leaked a whole lot in this time, and of course, I drank as much as I leaked. I had to make it fair. I'm sure at this point, rivers were flowing out of me, and through my pants as if they didn't even exist. The towels I had laid out were doing their job, but I added more which I found to be a very good decision. I cursed myself for using up the 7 1/2 minutes that I had to hold myself to cheat. But I'm no cheater. To make sure I didn't hold myself, I had my hands behind my back. So I was there, on a bed of towels, in soaking panties and pants, with my hands behind my back, watching my movie. The last position was by far the hardest. I was terrified that if I leaked it would shoot on to the computer that I was watching on. So I had my legs spread, and you better believe I was watching the clock down to the second. Every time I was aloud to hold myself I would, and when i had to stop, I was wishing the entire time I could. At this point I was hardly paying any attention to the movie (I had seen it before anyways). I was more wishing it would end constantly than anything else. While I was holding myself I was doing the same thing I did during my break, where I cover up my urethra and push my pee out and relaxed all my muscles. After about two minutes (separated by a minute each of course) I decided to stop that and focus on just holding it. It was getting wayyyyy too intense for my taste and I was terrified of breaking my laptop by peeing all over it. Because of this, I couldn't let go. I just couldn't I didn't know what to do but I knew I couldn't just pee everywhere. By my you could ring my pants out. They were dripping by the time the last position was over and I had to get up to refill my water bottle. Leaving a trail of pee as I went, I walked downstairs and filled my water bottle up. (The sound. THE SOUND MADE IT SO MUCH WORSE). This was the point I decided to do something crazy. Really crazy. I downed about 3/4 of that hydro flask before I even got back up to my room. I still had about half an hour of the movie left and boyyyy was that a mistake. I felt it straight away. My bladder got heavier with every gulp and I knew I couldn't make it much longer. My boyfriend who was facetiming me throughout can vouch for me that I was a tensed, moaning mess this entire time. I kept saying "I can't Ace I can't" to which he replied "You can and you will" That settles that I guess. Now, unfortunately I had the uncut version of Fifty Shades of Grey. For those of you that don't know it has an alternate ending that's about a minute or so of extra scenes after the original ending. Spoiler alert, it's basically Anna crying in the rain while remember all of the couples good times. Now for those of you who didn't catch that, crying in the RAIN. And watching THAT while I'm bursting and about to wetting myself is basically hell. When the damn movie was over, I ran myself to the bathroom. As per the rules, I had to sit there, on the toilet fully clothed. Luckily I was aloud to hold myself. Every inch of me was just begging to let go. That's all I wanted to do. Just myself myself through my pants into the toilet. That's what my body was begging of me. I watched every second count down and tears were rolling down my face. This was the worst I had ever had to go in my life. When the timer rang I stood up, three off my pants and went in my panties. It felt so nice letting go of all of the pressure that had been built up. It didn't take long either as when I go, I go fast and all of it floods out. I was able to change and get out of my soaked panties. I felt a lot better after letting it go. I was glad to have let it go after holding so much for so long.
  3. Hey everyone! So this challenge was a request of mine. The one who requested wishes to stay anonymous but I hope you all enjoy! If anyone else has any requests of something they'd like to see from me, shoot me a message! So lets get started with the rules now shall we? We shall! This request consists of 6 challenges. Or tasks. I must continue to either the end of all six challenges or I wet myself either or. Starting out I also must be extremely desperate to the point where I can't help but hold myself. I'll list off the tasks below in order! I also had to drink at least 8 ounces between each one. 1. Stand with legs apart and slowly take away your hand from holding yourself. Do this for thirty seconds. 2. Do twenty jumping jacks and three pushups without holding yourself 3. Lie on your stomach and count to thirty. Now put a fist under your stomach and count to twenty 4. Sit and do absolutely nothing for a minute. Then stand and do nothing for a minute. 5. Read a long omorashi story. (you can hold yourself for it) 6. Last one! Stretch, get on your toes and stretch your hands up. Then sit on the toilet and relax completely for one minute. Then you are free to go if you make it! I genuinely thought this challenge wouldn't be so hard. I've done challenges for my boyfriend before, including similar things. Of course, I had never done anything like this before. And I could never imagine the desperation I would be feeling as I did it. To who requested this (and you know who you are). You SUCK! I swear you're literally evil and the devil and if I could punch you in your face I totally would. These tasks were not only cruel, but oh my gosh do you know how to kill somebody! I have no idea how you thought up something of this caliber, but frankly, I do NOT want to find out. As long as all thats clear (and the fact that I want to strangle you is clear). So let us get started as it has been a long night and your girl needs sleep sometimes! As a preface, I am wearing nice black panties, a small red tank top that clings to me, and maroon sweatpants, well more like joggers. Task 1: Let me say, before I started the first task, I had to PEE. Before it was a tiny urge, after chugging a forty ounce hydroflask, and waiting for maybe 30 minutes, I began to feel it real hard.I drank one last large glass of water to be sure I was desperate enough for the challenge and oh my was that a mistake. I was constantly holding myself and moaning and whimpering. I had a big soaking wet spot on my pants from leaking and I knew it was only going to get worse and worse, with each glass I had to have between challenges. As I slowly took my hand away, I felt a huge gush out in my pants. I literally clenched as hard as my body would physically let me. All my muscles were completely tensed up. I couldn't stop leaking and sputtering. My bladder felt as if it was going to explode already. To make sure I successfully did the task correctly, I had set a timer for 30 seconds on my phone. I felt each and every leak go straight through my underwear as if I wasn't even wearing anything. My pants were so loose that it ran straight down my legs, if I leaked enough it would have been caught by my pants. They were starting to drip. Every freaking second I was tensing more and more. All I wanted was release. Even just to hold myself would have been soooo nice. I felt my bladder just begging me to let go, but of course I wouldn't. I was absolutely determined to make it through all six tasks. I wasn't about to let six measely challenges get the best of me - or so I thought. I was more than extremely grateful so finally hold myself when the thirty seconds were up. I may have even moaned from the relief. Of course, like the rules stated I drank the required 8 ounces, well more like chugged. Task 2: I have done jumping jacks with a full bladder by request of my boyfriend before, so I knew what to expect.... Or so I thought. I started out with one. While I was expecting it to be hard, this was beyond hard. This was damn-near impossible! I know a huge spray came right out of me. I felt it. Now friends, I wish I could tell you this was a clean easy little sputter. But no. Not even close. Remember those whales with their blow holes? When they come out of the water it's like "BFFFFFFTTT". Well just imagine that, but in my pants. a tiny whale swam it's way into the ocean that was my bladder and BFFFFTTTTT-ed right through me. My pants, were toast. And being toast, I took those things right off and threw them in the laundry. From this moment forward in this story, I am wearing my close-fitting red tank top and my black panties. That whole spray from me, and the discarding of my pants were after ONE jumping jack. ONE. ONE OUT OF TWENTY. I decided to speed through the next nineteen. Counting as I went, as fast as I could, letting that tiny whale have a field day in my bladder I got about fifteen. Then boom. A HUGE leak. This one was BIG. Bigger than the spray before, I broke the rules and held myself because if I didn't, I would have myself my the second challenge, and that wouldn't have been much fun or make for a good story now would it? After maybe thirty seconds I finished up the last four. The pushups weren't as bad. Luckily I only had to do three. As quickly as I could (leaking every .03 seconds) I did them. At this point, after the challenge I didn't know how long I would last. I was really feeling the 8 ounces from before, knowing I'd have to drink another 8 in just a minute or two literally made me want to curl up and go right there on my carpet. This time the 8 that I drank went straight through me. I felt my bladder get heavier with every gulp and I knew my kidneys were on over drive. This was the very moment when I knew that this night wasn't going to be as long as I thought. I absolutely KNEW I wouldn't make it much longer. Task 3: I had also done this before. But there, in my room on my floor, laying on my stomach, I don't think i had ever had to go so bad. My bladder was bulging so much and was so hard that I could feel in there against the floor. I could feel every fiber of my tank top that was being pressed to my bladder. I was shaking now. Like hard-core shaking. Every single muscle in my body was so tense and all I wanted to do was just let it all go and pee all over my carpet. Literally I would've too. Well I thought I wanted to. Counting to thirty was pure torture. The need to just let it go was just aching at me. If my bladder could talk it would probably be screaming at me and yelling to just give it release. Putting my fist under my bladder and counting to thirty literally opened the flood gates.... For about 2 seconds. And when I go, I go fast and hard. Like I said, flood gates. My carpet, after that two seconds was absolutely soaked. I was of course still leaking, a lot. So by the end of it, there was a nice, round, and larger than I'd prefer soaked spot. I can not even describe the agony of drinking the required 8 ounces at the end of this challenge. Tears literally were filling in my eye and I took a break to hold myself for about five minutes because I finally decided to bite the bullet and do the fourth challenge Task 4: By the beginning of this challenge, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. But Marlee ain't no quitting and I can promise you this. So, I sat, knees together on my floor. trying not to do anything. Again, I set a timer for a minute. I lasted about 27 seconds before I couldn't take it anymore. I just let go and the feeling was so great I couldn't bring myself to stand up. It felt so good to just be letting go, to release all that pressure that was just building up for so long. The fact that I was soiling my carpet completely slipped my mind. Letting go felt so damn good that I am positive I had an orgasm as I let it all go. I had never had to go so bad as that experience. I peed for maybe a minute and a half straight and it felt heavenly. I did end up cleaning my carpet. But the smell still lingers in my room. I hope you all enjoyed that! I certainly did! This challenge was a lot of fun for how long it lasted. I would be very willing to go back and try it again if that is something you all would like to hear about! Let me know! If there is anything else you all would like to hear about shoot me a message and I'll see what I can do!
  4. Gonna be doing a hold later tonight! I'll be writing about it so stay tuned my friends!

  5. Marlee

    Video Game Speed Run Hold (Mirrors Edge)

    Great Story!!!!
  6. Hello friends! I just wanted to make a post here and mention this if anyone has any story requests, I'd love to take them! While I may not have done them already, I would totally try it out and write about it later! If you have any ideas of things you'd like to see me write about, try, or even things for my boyfriend and I to try and write about together, shoot me a message or leave a comment on one of my posts!

  7. Marlee

    Rapid Desperation For My Boyfriend

    Hello all! I'd like to take a second to say I'm glad this story is doing well! Thank to everyone who left kind comments!
  8. Hello all! I'm so glad my first post on here is doing well! Let's just say today has been a very omo-filled day. I did a hold earlier as I wrote my experience on wetting myself, and almost wet myself again! And tonight my boyfriend and I are trying something new, a holding contest! My boyfriend is a member on here as well. His name is AceJohnson! He's keeping a record of his experience of the holding contest as well, so both sides will be accounted for which is new and fun and fresh! As anyone who read my first story here knows, I am about 5'8-9ish and skinny, blonde and nothing much special. My boyfriend on the other hand is taller than me, has brown hair, and GORGEOUS green eyes. Like I'm talking show-stopping. If you're interested in how he looks, you can give his side a read. I know he talked about it. Anywhosie lets jump on into the fun shall we? So we start at about 7:30. We decide to drink 16 ounces every half an hour. Not so bad right? Yeah. I thought so too. To make things a bit spicier I suggest we have punishment for whoever looses. We decide his will be that he has to edge himself at least once per hour. He isn't aloud to get off at all, and I am aloud to tease him in anyway I'd like. Mine is that I have to edge myself all day, and hold myself right over the edge for five minutes per hour. Yikes. Something you all don't know about me, and are about to know is that while my bladder may not be huge, I have the will power of a hundred oxen. So though I may not have the advantage physically, boy can I last while desperate. First half an hour passes and I feel nothing. I don't exactly know what I'm up against here as I've never done a hold with him before. All I know is he is probably better than I am, because hey, it doesn't take much to be better than me, but I'm going to give it a hundred and ten percent. I can't wait to tease him. As we round off to an hour I start feeling the urge and it's big. I scold myself. I've only had thirty two ounces! I get pretty desperate pretty fast. About half an hour later, and poof! Gone! Someone who knows anatomy please tell me what the deal is because that really isn't cool. I felt so desperate and I don't want to be beat by him! My boyfriend could tell straight away that I was pretty desperate and ready to just go. Of course, even then I was NOT going to give up. I was prepared to stand there, or sit, or lay there, until I wet myself. I'm not prepared to throw in the towel anytime soon. It's almost two hour in as I'm writing this and the urge is kinda sorta there. Maybe the position I'm in as I write is good, or writing in taking my mind off of things, either way I bet I'm going to win! Okay I hope so at least Just passed the two hour mark and I kinda have to go a lot more now. I'm here bouncing and can't even sit still. Of course I'm not gonna let Ace know this. He thinks he has this in the bag but I'm willing to be here all night long. As long as it takes. In fact I'm quite looking forward to teasing him tomorrow. Theres just so many options of how to get him turned on. I can hardly sit still but Marlee isn't a quitter! I feel my bladder bulging out right now. He keeps asking me to press down so he can see my face as I do. Although I try to keep myself composed, all I want to do is whine and moan as I press. I'm going to try to just relax myself that way I can last longer than him. We are about two hours and fifteen minutes in and I can not stop myself from feeling aroused. It definitely doesn't help my situation so I'm trying to think of anything else. Of course having to write about how desperate you are while trying to forget about how desperate you are is pretty hard and stupid if you ask me. So yeah um. While I'd like to say I'm thriving I am going TO LITERALLY BURN IN MY OWN PERSONAL HELL OKAY TWO HOURS AND TWENTY TWO MINUTES IN SOMEONE HELP ME I'M TELLING HIM THAT I'M CHILL AND NOT DESPERATE BUT LIKE IT'S SO PAINFULLY FUCKING OBVIOUS OH MY GOD I'M GONNA WET MYSELF RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT. RIGHT NOW. OH LORD. HELP HELP HELP Okay well long story short we're two and a half hours in. As you may be able to tell the last few minutes have been very dramatic for me. Basically I leaked like a lot (this dress that I'm wearing has taken a real beating let me tell you). I have to FUCKING PEE but Ace is so freaking close. The more he moans and groans and gets closer, the more power I get to imagine how absolutely fun it's going to be teasing him. He is so so close and of course he's a good bluff. That's what makes it better. When he gets to the point where he'd beyond being able to bluff then I know I'm in business I literally just drank more because I want to see him crash and burn. I even drank more than I was supposed to but my goodness I am going to stay calm. I figured out a system if I just walk around my living room, although I'm leaking a little bit every single step, I am also constantly holding myself. Like it's bad. I'm trying to bluff and relax him because the more I get him relaxed, the easier it'll be for him to let go. I'm so close to a win! I can taste it! He's moaning and groaning and I know that someone like Ace wouldn't just do this to be dramatic. I keep bending over and I walk in circles around my living room. If he doesn't go in the next ten minutes, I will. Well okay! Long story short, I had him on the phone and he just couldn't hold it. Freaking great timing too. The moment he started going, I felt a warm sensation down my legs, I sprinted (legit sprinting) to the bathroom and slamming the door only to sit and finally feel the sweet relief on the toilet. Thank the lord. I was not about to lose to him but a minutes later and I would've. Needless to say tomorrow will be very fun!
  9. You're such a writing inspiration! This story alone is so good and I keep coming back to read it!
  10. So this experience it actually quite recent. I'm not going to say exactly when as it's not important. Lets just say, this was my first time wetting myself completely unintentionally. I've wet myself before, but it was always at least a little bit of a choice on my part. Let me preface this by saying it was the day after a session of rapid desperation, so water was still semi-running straight through me. This is a pretty fun story so I thought I'd share! So lets jump on into it shall we? We shall. Around 12:45 pm my boyfriend and I were hanging out in his, car, he likes to unexpectedly hit me in the bladder sometimes just to see my reaction. On this particular occasion, I flinched heavily. He asked if I had to go. I did but I wasn't going to let him know that. I told him I kind of did a little bit and that was the end of it. At 1:00 I walked inside the building we were parked at, which was a library, my boyfriend drove off to run to the store. I worked in the library for a few minutes before the ache started to set in. I had to go really bad. Knowing he would enjoy it, I texted it to my boyfriend, asking if I could go. I knew he wouldn't let me. And of course, I was right. He texted me to finish my hydro flask (I have the forty ounce one and I carry it with me to most places). I had maybe about 25 ounces left and did as I was told. I finished it. This is when the ache really started to set in. I had to go and right then. I knew there were public bathrooms near me, as this was a library but my boyfriend would be picking me up and driving me home soon enough, and I didn't want him to get angry and punish me. At 2:40 he told me he would be right there and to wait outside for him. Turns out this a completely LIE. I waited out there for about 25 minutes until he pulled up. He enjoyed making me wait out there in the cold. By the time I stepped in the car I was sure I was going to explode and die right there. He offered to let me go in the library but Marlee ain't no quitter. I told him I would once I got home. I bounced, shifted, and moaned and groaned the whole way home. He pressed my bladder over speed bumps and would make sudden stops in the road. That day, I wasn't intending on doing a hold. And was wearing grey dress pant-like things. You could easily see my wet spot from any given distance. My boyfriend laughed at how big it was getting. As he dropped me off, I hurried in. I luckily had a jacket to tie around my waist so the wet spot wasn't too noticeable. By the time I had gotten into my place, that had definitely changed. He had called me by the time I had gotten in (which was about 3:35) and told me I wasn't aloud to go until he had gotten home and into his bed. While I was waiting, I laid down several towels on my bed. He liked to see me leak so I need to protect my sheets. He doesn't live too far from me so it didn't take longer than ten minutes for him to get home and into his bed. I hoped this would be it and he would let me go. Spoiler, it was NOT. He facetimed me, and before I answered I decided it would be a nice surprise for him if I answered naked. Which he did enjoy for sure. He told me to lay down on my bed and show him my bladder, which of course I did. He then asked me to put the phone in between my legs, spread them and leak. He liked to tell me how much to leak, when to start, when to stop etc. It's something I enjoy too as it helps with my control. I'm not going to go too much into this, because somethings I'd like to keep private, but I will mention that at one point he told me to let a big spurt out and I totally sprayed the camera of my phone. Oopsies. Well this was all going nice and dandy, until I heard the door open to my place. My room mate who was supposed to be at work right about now had walked in. Fearing she would go straight into my room I quickly hung up the call without saying much, and threw on a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt. I texted him soon after letting him know that my room mate had gotten home and I would call him back when she left. I asked her why she was home so soon and she said she had time between meetings. Her next one was at 4:30. It was three forty at the time. I texted him all this and he told me to have another glass. Feeling like I was literally about to explode at that exact second, i told him didn't think I could. He responded with one word: "Now.". Well that answered that question, I got a glass and filled it and chugged the whole thing. I called him about five minutes later at 3:47 or so. I was bouncing around and couldn't stand still. He gave me permission to hold myself which I desperately used to every advantage. This was the most I had ever had to go. For the next three minutes I was bouncing and shaking. Tears were filling my eyes. Of course for my boyfriend, this was music to my ears. He loves to get me begging and desperate. I heard my room mate's voice in the other room calling for me. You know that feeling where you just stop dead in your tracks and want to die? That's the feeling I got when she did. I was sure she knew exactly what I was doing and being quite the conservative person was going to kick me out and I'd be homeless. Luckily, that was not the case. I waddled out of my room trying to seem as natural as I could and all she wanted was the mascara I had borrowed earlier that day. That was a relief or so I thought. I had always heard that looking at a toilet was a psychological thing that made you need to pee. Well turns out that's extremely true. The second I walked into my bathroom (we have three. She uses one, I use one and guests use the other.) and took one look at my toilet, it was like a stream between my legs. I stopped and tried to hold myself or do anything possible to stop myself from peeing everywhere and getting in trouble with him. After I realized hope the lost I tried to rip off my jean shorts to pee in the toilet. Another failed attempt. After almost ripping them trying to get them off, I settled for just sitting on the toilet fully clothed. Unfortunately by this point I was pretty much done. I had made a huge mess (which I cleaned up completely). I walked back into my room, picked up the phone that my boyfriend was still on and told him what happened. He laughed and didn't seem to care too much but trust me. I did get punished for it.
  11. I am going to preface this by saying I am pretty new to omorashi in general. (you can skip this part if you are un-interested in back story) Omorashi is a serious turn on for my boyfriend. So in the last month and a half or so I've been giving it a shot. We started out with holds, and it progressively got more intense and harder. The more I do it, the more I've been liking it. Not too long ago, I had asked him what I could do for him, and he mentioned how he wanted me to wet myself for him. I consider myself a pretty open-minded person. I am open to many things, so this didn't seem too out of the question. He had also mentioned something called rapid desperation. This I had heard of from him when we tried it about a month or so back. Needless to say I didn't enjoy it too much. This time he had completely changed it, even sending me an article on it. Basically I had to drink 12-16 ounces of water every hour, going every time I had to. What this does is flushed out your kidneys so that water can run straight through you. Then, when I started the hold drinking the same amount every fifteen minutes. I guess it was supposed to be really intense, and believe me. It was. Although it may have been intense, I did enjoy it. It made going through my day way easier as I mostly prefer to be desperate when I'm with him, not alone. Being able to go as much as I wanted throughout the day was nice, I ended up going around 2-3 times per hour. All the water I was drinking was running straight through me. But more on that later. I'll describe a bit of what I look like, for my safety and his I'm not going to get too in depth with where we were, our ages, or what we look like. I'm pretty tall 5'8-9ish, I'm blonde, tall, skinny, and really am not all that special in any sense. My bladder isn't unreasonably small, but it's not exactly large either. It doesn't matter too much but my boyfriend is taller than me, has brown hair and the prettiest freaking green eyes ever. Skip here for rapid desperation related stuff I started drinking at about 6:30-7ish am. While I normally have a large 40 ounce hydro flask that I carry with me, I had a nalgean water bottle that day instead. I had to have about half every hour. Contrary to holds I have done in the past where I start in the morning, I was able to go as much as I pleased until the set holding time which we decided to be around 4 pm. I'll admit, I may have missed an hour mark here or there, but throughout the day I drank the exact needed amount. During this time, I needed to pee so often. And when I had to go, it was intense. I would need to stop what I was doing several times and leave to use the bathroom. If there was ever a situation where I couldn't leave for some reason, I was fidgeting around and shifting and crossing my legs, even holding myself when nobody was looking until i could go. My boyfriend and I decided that the set holding time would be about 4:00 in the afternoon. I had mentioned earlier that I wanted to wet myself that day as that was something he wanted me to do for him. Around 2:45 he picked me up in his car. He had some things to attend to and told me to wait there and it wouldn't be much longer than an hour. In the car, I was finishing up my last bottle when the desperation hit me. I told myself I would wait and not go into the building we were parked at, in fear of having to go again very soon. I waited maybe half an hour before I felt like I was literally going to wet myself. Of course I couldn't there in the passenger seat of his car, so I went into the building. I wanted to run in so badly, but the shaking of my bladder made it sooooo much worse. As I walked in, I saw a friend sitting near the entrance. The second I walked in she flagged me down and started a conversation. I didn't want to be rude so I stood and chatted for maybe thirty seconds before telling her in the most polite way I could that if I didn't leave right then I would pee all over myself. I knew where the nearest bathroom was, luckily it wasn't more than a couple yards away. I went to open the door and of course, it was locked. I knew the building very well, as I had been there many times and knew there was another bathroom semi-nearby up a flight of stairs. If I thought running in was bad, stairs were much worse. My boyfriend commonly liked to tease me with stairs in the past, taking me up or down them whenever he got the chance. But hell knows I was running up those stairs, leaking the whole way. The bathrooms I had ran to were luckily unlocked. I walked in pulled down and pants and let out the flood gates. Hell it felt nice. I returned back into his car and waited for about five or so minutes until he walked out. This is where the fun begins. As he got in, he immediately asked me if I had gone recently. I told him I did and mentioned how my friend was inside when I did. He started the car and I guess he decide we were going to stay in the car the whole time. He drove to a secluded parking lot and parked the car, ordering me to drink another bottle on the way. This is good time to mention that I am a very submissive girl, which works because he's a very dominant guy. He controls me sexually for the most part. It's also important to mention that I like him to be rough with me, it is completely consensual. He knows my boundaries and he has never done anything to cross them. I trust him. Of course, I did as I was told and drank. When we parked, we moved into the back seats (Real classy. I know. I know.). His hand immediately shot to my bladder. He was feeling around it, probably enjoying feeling me fill. He adjusted his pants which was the most obvious sign that he was turned on. By this point I had to go a decent amount. With him pressing, poking, and punching my bladder, it felt a lot worse. He just played with me until about ten minutes had passed, at this point he had me drink another 12 ounces. I did as I was told. And I had to go worse now. Again, he enjoyed feeling up my bladder, fingering me, rubbing me, just playing with me in general. Of course I tried to do my part with a hand job. He didn't really let me get too far though. You'll see why a little later. By the time another ten or so minutes had passed I had to go pretty bad. But it wasn't the worse... yet. He had me drink another 12 ounces. and let me get back to getting him off. Making me stop periodically to have me sit on his lap to get a better angle to press at, or making me lay down flat while he pressed down on my bladder, with a hand in my pants to feel me leak. It was at this point he said the words that were going to make the next hour or so soooo much more intense "Don't leak. You aren't aloud to." This wouldn't be so bad if he didn't love to tease me. But he does, so it was. With the most recent water running right through my kidneys, I felt like I was going to explode. Although I begged to leak a little bit, or get off from him teasing me, and rubbing me, and fingering me, he said I wasn't aloud to do either until I got him off. Usually it really doesn't take me long to orgasm. He could probably get me to orgasm in under forty five seconds if he really tried, and we're used to each other enough that he knows what I like. Him saying I wasn't aloud to orgasm or leak until I got him was really good motivation to give him a good hand job. But remember how I mentioned he was having me stop periodically? Well this was why. He wanted to prolong my suffering. Around this time marked about the most desperate I've every been to orgasm, and to pee. He was rubbing me really fast, and really hard. I could hardly focus on getting him off because it was quite distracting having to hold all of it in. At that moment I literally felt my soul leave my body. Of course with his hand down there he could feel me leaking as this was happening. To counter this, and the irresistible urge to cum all over his fingers, I was trying to close my legs. Most times he likes them to be spread, because it makes it way harder to hold anything in. I distinctly remember him saying into my ear in his seductive voice saying "If you leak one more time, or try to close your legs again, I'll press you from the inside.". While I throughly enjoy that, it would make it nearly impossible to hold anything. I was a moaning, shaking mess. And he kept making me stop giving him a hand job, which I knew was only prolonging how much I would be. He would commonly make comments about how full I was, which only made it worse. At one point, after lots of begging, him being a somewhat soft-dom (except when he doesn't want to be) he allowed me to leak. He held his fingers over my urethra, which forbid anything from getting out. He would sometimes take his fingers off which would send a stream flowing out. He let me maybe three times before he told me to stop. Now at this point I had to pee. Like really bad. Like I was going to explode right then and there. Like it took all my strength not to wet myself right there in the back seat of his car. I tried my hardest to keep my focus on getting him off, because the sooner I did the sooner I'd have relief. After a while of him letting me get him off uninterrupted (finally), I was able to get him off. At that point I didn't care too much about orgasming. I had to PEE. Like holding myself provided no relief for me, and I was leaking more and more by the second. I was able to step outside in time to wet myself. Thank goodness too. I think that was the most I've ever peed. Unfortunately for my boyfriend, my leggings caught most of it, so he wasn't able to see a lot of it. I quickly changed into a fresh pair of clothes that I had brought for this occasion. And thank goodness I brought them too. Rapid desperation was something I quite enjoyed. It was nice not feeling heavy or weighed down throughout the day. It definitely something him and I will try again. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this story. Like I mentioned, I'm somewhat new to omorashi. However, I do have several other experiences that I would be willing to share to those who would want to hear about it!