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soo-pis-sed last won the day on March 15 2023

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  1. So yeah, I peed with the timer on for 5 times during Saturday evening and the whole Sunday. If anyone is interested I'll post the longer version of events, including my hardships with getting my bladder as full as possible every time (which was more and more challenging after previous desperations), but the main conclusions are as follows: 1. The ability to slow down the stream is very different depending on the position. It's the hardest while sitting on the toilet (probably because the urethra opens wider than in any other position), somewhat easier while squatting, and super easy while standing! 2. With a very full bladder, controlling the stream is (unsurprisingly) extremely hard, and trying to do so mostly leads to stopping the flow altogether instead of just slowing it. But once some of the pressure is relieved, it gets much easier to tone it down to a trickle. 3. I can easily surpass a minute and even two minutes while squatting and especially standing, but not while sitting on the toilet. Even when I control the flow on the toilet, the stream is too heavy and it's over too fast.
  2. So I was talking to someone here and we came to a topic of the longest pee one can have by going really, really slowly. They know a person who can't continue for even one whole minute, no matter how much they try to control the stream. I was experimenting with it yesterday evening and the whole day today. Is anyone interested in reading about my findings or sharing own experience? I know that many people here, myself included, like to go full force because it's kinda hot, but trying to make it as long and slow as possible can be exciting and challenging as well. I'm mostly talking about people with female anatomy as people with penises go slowly by default because of narrow urethras, but y'all can weigh in on the topic if you're interested.
  3. Yeah I was still wearing panties and t-shirt, I only took off my pants! As for Kate, I don't remember exactly about that specific time (because I was too drunk lol), but every time we have a picnic at a certain place, we pass a shopping mall on our way back, and she uses a bathroom there. I'm 99% sure that was the case. It should've been about 1,5 hours after my bush pee, so regarding everything I drank before and after it I was already bursting again, but I don't like public bathrooms and don't use them unless it's an absolute emergency. Of course if it was after the beer, I would've used it, but lol no... it was before. Thanks for liking my story, actually the only thing that kept me going was the thought that if I surpass myself and end up peeing underwater, it'll make a good story for this site 😁 Otherwise I'd just pull down my pants and fucking squat under the nearest tree, I was too drunk and in too much pain to care!
  4. Well, there was no wetting (okay, that depends on how you define wetting...), but it was the most desperate I've been in a long time (including deliberate holds! I don't hold to the point of suffering voluntarily; I enjoy a full bladder as much as the next guy, but not the real pain and agony)! It happened 1 or 1,5 months ago. There's this friend of mine and my husband's, let's call her Kate. So one evening she called me and said she was in town and wanted to see us. We agreed to meet for a picnic at the seaside. We usually drink liquor when we hang out, and that time was no exception. Kate was drinking it straight; my husband and I prefer cocktails, so we were adding tons of soda, like 5:1. Soon I was kinda starting to need to pee. We were having a great time and almost finishing our big bottle of liquor when my husband said he needed to go to the nearest bushes. As he returned, I was already pretty desperate and decided to go too. I peed in the bushes and returned to the company. I was aware I need to pee more after I break the seal, but it didn't seem to pose a threat. We had another cocktail or two each, and eventually finished the bottle. It was pretty late, and we were thinking of going home. Kate said she missed the last bus to the neighboring town where she lives, and taxis are quite expensive. I suggested that she stayed at our place: we have an empty room anyway. She agreed, and we decided to spend some more time outside. We took a long walk, and were passing a store which I like for its low prices. I took them there and suggested buying something else to drink (yeah that's how I am when already drunk). I couldn't read their reaction, and when we went outside, I realized I was the only one who got beer... My husband and Kate only bought ice cream and snacks. I thought "okay whatever" and decided to drink my beer. I already was in a huge need to pee again, but I didn't care because we were 12-15 minutes from our place and were heading there anyway, so what's a big deal? I opened the first can of beer and started drinking. We were walking along the seaside and Kate suggested sitting on a bench and just enjoying the sight of a night sea. I agreed, even though I was already quite uncomfortable sitting because of my huge bladder bulge and because sitting meant too much pressure on it. Quite honestly, at that point I'd prefer to go home ASAP and hit the toilet. Anyway, I agreed to sit there for a few minutes because I hoped it would be over soon. Also, as you might guess, I don't mind enduring an overfilled bladder for some extra time. So, we're sitting there, I'm drinking beer and getting more and more desperate, nearing the point where I would go pee even if I were holding deliberately because it's becoming unbearable. Suddenly Kate says "hey guys, how about we go to the beach? I don't have a swimsuit, but it's super late so we can as well go commando." I'm a huge fan of the idea of swimming naked, and it's like what... 15 minutes to the beach?.. so I agree to go. So we're walking, and soon I realize I've underestimated the time and overestimated myself. We were at least 25 minutes of normal walk from the beach when we made a decision, and we're walking slowly because we're all drunk. I'm beyond desperate. My bulge is obvious and hard to touch; I praise the darkness for hiding my condition but I can't maintain the conversation anymore. I'm walking as fast as I can with my teeth and fists clenched. I'm way past the point where I would go pee even if I were doing a hold, because I'm genuinely suffering. My huge overstretched bladder is driving me insane. It's weird to say now, but that's what I had on my drunken mind: I really wanted to leak and relieve some of the excruciating pain I was experiencing. Yes, I needed to go so badly I actually wanted to wet myself, even though I never do it! I was persuading myself to just let go; it was dark anyway and my pants could hide some leakage quite well. But I just can't pee while walking (that's why I like to walk during my holds). So, I'm dying for it, but no matter how much I want it, my poor bladder doesn't let out a single drop. It feels like it's going to rupture any moment, but still doesn't give up... Normally I love my bladder of steel, but at the moment I'm hating it because I'm fucking agonizing and it's not willing to cooperate! I honestly wish I had the first accident in my adult life, but I still don't!!! So I continue walking, breathing heavily and almost moaning from pain in my exhausted bladder. It seems like our walk would never end. But finally we reach our destination! It's about 1:30 or 1:40 AM. And... There's a company of men sitting at the beach. Kate says "well, no swimming tonight I guess." I knew I was going to pee right then and there, no matter how. So I say "nope, I came here to swim, so I'm going to swim. You guys can decide for yourselves." I take off my pants (I'm wearing a long T-shirt) and shoes and run towards the water. As soon as it reaches the level of my lady parts, I finally start peeing!!! I stop running and just stand there to yield to my immense pleasure. I pee and pee and pee. I'm going full force but the stream doesn't seem to thin out, maybe because my bladder was fuller than ever, maybe because it's slower due to the water pressure from outside (I'm not great at physics). I'm just standing there and peeing for maybe 30-40 seconds, my bladder is still very, very full, and it's starting to look weird. So I turn to my husband and Kate and shout "hey guys, should I swim?" Husband shouts back "no!" and Kate "yes!" so I say "okay, I heard yes!" and plunge into the water right in my T-shirt. It's quite chilly but not too cold. I start swimming while still pissing... The stream just doesn't stop... I feel like I'm destined to pee forever, it goes on and on and my bladder still isn't empty! Finally, I start feeling my sweet relief... The stream continues for some more time and eventually dies down. Phew! It was by far the longest pee in my life. I go out and say "the water was awesome, your loss for not going there," put on my pants, and we start walking home. I still don't know if they noticed anything, honestly I think they were too drunk to interpret my actions correctly!
  5. Hi there, I do bladder control and sometimes I reject people before we even start because of their disrespectful language. There's no way to know for sure of course, but it might be your case. To begin with, I'd recommend to refer to women as "women," not "females." Secondly, dominatrices do it for their fun, not yours. I've seen people trying to boss me around after agreeing that technically I'm in charge and they're supposed to do what I tell them (not whatever tf they want while I'm just there). If you tried it with someone and it didn't go well, maybe the problem is that they were searching for entertainment, and you weren't comfortable with being someone's entertainment rather than them trying to entertain you. This is just my opinion based on my experience, not necessarily true in your case of course.
  6. I love how omo is above gender/orientation stereotypes, and you enjoyed participating in such an activity with a gay dude being a straight dude yourself :3
  7. Yep 2+, otherwise how would I get 1200 ml in my bladder? 😎 Body uses up a lot of water, also we sweat etc.
  8. Yeah I was really full 😳 I ended up with slightly less than 11 hours and between 2 and 2,5 liters (I'm not sure because I was just slowly sipping water without measuring it)
  9. Here's the pic of a measuring jug, it's closer to 1250 than 1000, so I suppose it's like 1150 there? And also all that piss around the jug, can't be less than 50 ml. So I'd say I was holding at least 1200 ml! I know it's nothing for some people here, but a lot for me, so I'm actually proud for today's hold even though I gave up early :3
  10. Thanks y'all for your incredible support! I hope you won't be mad at me for not making it to 12 hours despite my initial promise! I even made a video to appease you lol. I had to cut the beginning because I was literally pissing myself and couldn't control the stream... Well, I guess you can see my pee all over the place... video_20230315_215751_edit.mp4 video_20230315_215751_edit.mp4
  11. Holding for dear life, I'm sooo about to piss myself I'm literally pressing so hard on my urethra to stop it from coming out but I can't anymooooooore I'm sorry I can't...
  12. Anyway, I hope y'all like my little bulge :3 I'm actually so close to losing control I think I'll just go lock myself in the bathroom and stay there until the clock strikes (hopefully my husband won't need it lol, I can't act cool anymore). If I end up wetting my pants, at least it will be in the bathroom!
  13. Probably just a bit bigger, what do you think? 🤔 Actually looks the same to me tbh
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