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SilverLining

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SilverLining last won the day on October 29 2019

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About SilverLining

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    she/her

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    Bathroom Control
    Cuddling
    Pleasure control

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  1. Thanks! I hope to post more soon!
  2. I'm glad you've enjoyed it! I'll be sure to put myself in more situations like this one
  3. It's always tough to get away when work makes a demanding call, isn't it?
  4. Thank you, I'm glad you got to read it, too!
  5. Glad you enjoyed reading! What kind of situations have you been in that are similar?
  6. Yes, the early calls can get a bit annoying, but my coworkers and cycle every week, so I only have to field these calls about once a month. All in all, it was a very full morning and certainly a great way to wrap it all up My friends said I deserved some relaxation for being up so early for so long, though they probably didn't expect me to take it so literally! I'm glad you enjoyed my stories! I actually did have some diapers stowed away somewhere, but clearly I should keep them handy for situations just like this
  7. The other day I ended up having two accidents, one super early in the morning and one later in the day. The morning one involves messing, so I'll mark that portion of my story off for those who are uninterested. MESSING STORY STARTS HERE Work has become significantly more busy. So much so, some of my coworkers and I have taken turns being on-call 24/7 to field support calls. Typically these calls have been very light: less than 30 minutes on a call between 1 and 4 AM to solve some minor problem, but sometimes these calls can go on for more than a couple of hours and unfortunately, it was my turn to take one of those calls. A report about a client experiencing a critical error came in around 3 AM and I started my computer up to diagnose. It takes a while to access my work terminal from home, so I brewed up some coffee while I waited. My bladder made itself known of a minor need and my bowels also sounded off, as well, but I figured I could probably diagnose the issue quickly. I was also in the middle of having a sex dream when I was woken up, so I wanted to enjoy the need for a little while before going. Fortunately enough, I could pinpoint that our systems were completely operational and that the issue was the clients. I let our support know and I was getting ready to sign off when they called back, saying our client wanted to get on a conference call and I could smell the this lasting a couple of hours. I called in and let the client know everything checked out and they wanted help diagnosing things on their end. Essentially, it was a bunch of people on the client's end talking to one another with an occasional question my way that took some trivial work to answer. Since I wasn't busy at all, I couldn't ignore or distract myself from my desperation and my need was mounting. I had been sipping my coffee and gone through the whole cup which certainty wasn't making things any easier. I squeezed my thighs together and jiggled my legs while clenching my butthole to fight back the need, minutes ticking by insufferably slow. I chimed in every now and again to report everything was still green on my end and I started checking over things to take my mind off of things and just to keep confirming everything was okay on our end. My bladder suddenly cried for help and I shot my hands down to hold myself. I rocked back and forward a bit, but stopped when I realized the rocking against my hand was stimulating my clit. I muted the call so they wouldn't hear anything on my end and grit my teeth fighting back. I started fidgeting with with some pens and papers to try and distract myself until I accidentally dropped one. I bent over to pick it up, but a shot of pee shot into my still soaked panties and I shot back straight in my chair. I knew I was losing this war, but the client had mentioned they're testing out a solution so the call was surely almost done. I decided I should turn on the news or something to distract me and tried to reach the TV remove on m desk without leaving my chair. I misjudged the distance and up falling right out of my chair straight onto the floor. Needless to say, the shock was more than enough and my poor bladder and bowels let loose. The relief was overwhelming as I flooded my panties and filled them with a huge load. I must have been on the floor for a straight two minutes until I was all done and emptied out and when I stood up, they sagged a great deal, but it was all contained. I decided to sit back at my desk in my soaked in messy panties as punishment since the call would end soon and thankfully it did. I went straight to clean up after, thoroughly relieved the problem was completely solved. MESSING STORY ENDS HERE The rest of my day went pretty uneventful, when I finally got back to work. I briefed my supervisor on the client issue I was called about and the day went on like normal until the late evening where I met with my friends to go drinking. The bars we like to visit are a quick train ride from me, about 15 minutes, so I took the train to meet and we picked one of the many bars to visit. After a pretty good deal of shots as we talked about our days, I was feeling a pretty strong need to go, but again, I don't mind the desperation so I put it off. Eventually a few of my friends decided to head to the bathroom and I decided to go with them. It only accepts one at a time and there was no wait, so my friend walked in first and immediately walked out. It was absolutely disgusting and she refused to use it. My other friend and I took a look at it as we all agreed, we'd all rather hold it than go. When we got back to the table, we let the rest of the group know the bathrooms were out of the question. We stopped drinking since we all got pretty tipsy and really didn't want to pay the place anymore money for not maintaining their restroom, but we continued to talk for a good while. Being up early, I was starting to feel pretty tired and look up the train schedule and saw there would be one in about 10 minutes, so I let my friends I was about ready to head home. A few of them decided they'd walk me to the train station before they would head to a new bar. When I stood up, I had realized I had greatly misjudged my situation and actually leaked straight away. I could feel my thong failed to hold almost any of it and I couldn't see if it made a noticeable spot on my legs in the bar lighting, so I just kept my bag in front of me to hide it. I tried to keep myself composed as we walked to the train station, but my friends were also visibly needing to go. I was relieved to finally get to the station so I could lean against something while I struggled to hold on, gravity certainty wreaking havoc on my full bladder. We all casually talked about how bad we all needed to go. My friends decided they'd go at the next bar as I told them I'd probably just go once I got home. They were all opening holding themselves and fidgeting, so I felt no shame doing so as well. I couldn't help to eye them all since I didn't see much desperation in person, contemplating that if we all had accidents, it wouldn't be so bad. I toyed with the idea of letting go on purpose to see if the rest would end up losing control as well. I was getting so wet thinking about it and lost myself in my tipsy stupor fantasizing about it before the train rolling into the station brought me back to reality. I said good bye to my friends and shuffled onto the train as I heard one of them behind me saying they'd just use the bathroom at the station and many sounded in agreement. I made my way to the back of the train, conveniently by the restrooms. They were never clean, especially this time at night, so I didn't even try it. And by now, I was challenging myself to make it home. I sat cross legged as a gentleman walked past me to use the restroom. My thoughts wandered to him using the restroom and my bladder would have none of it as I let through another leak in my seat, and a long one. It ran under my butt and thoroughly soaked my leggings and my cheeks and I was sure there was no hiding my accident now. I also decided to take a peak at my crotch to see if anything was visible, and there was now a pretty good wet patch, but probably nothing compare to my butt now. The gentleman left and woman who had just gotten on walked in, just to walk back out at the sight of it. She didn't show any signs of desperation and I wondered how long she would have to wait before she could find relief. Unfortunately, the train hit an unexpected bump that startled me and I lost control again. This time. nothing was absorbing my piss and it pooled under me in the plastic seat. My face flushed red at the thought of wetting myself on the train, turning me on so much more. My clit was starting to want attention and I started to grind against myself for some relief. I let a soft moan out under my breath as I leaked again and froze. The pool was growing and there was definitely no way I was hiding this now. Finally, my stop came and I leaked again when I stood, the warmth trickling down my legs. I tried to compose myself, but the pressure was too great and I just rushed off the train. Thankfully, no one was around so I squeezed my legs super hard and clenched with all I had before I started walking back to my place. Despite all that effort, just after a few steps, I started leaking again, almost every few steps until it became a steady stream. I was about a block away until I completely lost it and gave way, leaning up against a street sign as I thoroughly soaked my leggings as a puddle formed under my feet. I looked around and couldn't see anyone on the streets and breathed a sigh of relief. I speed walked my way back to my place, rushed through the door, and into the bathroom where I looked at myself in the mirror. I could barely find any dry pieces of legging as a stripped them off, as the tiny bit of fabric that was my thong never stood a chance. I took a nice warm shower before I head to bed and pleasured myself to an amazing orgasm.
  8. Thanks, can't wait to post more about them!
  9. Generally, wetting in some more public places in clothes that will make my accident more noticeable. Maybe going out to the bar with friends without going to the bathroom or holding longer at work is what I've thought of so far.
  10. That's super hot! Especially how you have to get home wet
  11. I'm starting to get more into it now as well, and I am very much considering doing some more stuff that may get me at risk of being caught. It absolutely was amazing and I'm looking forward to trying it out again!
  12. I did plan my outfit! I worse a pair of loose blank pants so I could hid my wetting in case I did run into someone. I also had a towel to cover my car seat so it didn't get wet on the ride home. At that time of night, there was no one left in the office, so there wasn't much worry of being seen by anyone, but I brought one of my large bags to work to help cover myself just in case. The water I was drinking was still working its way through my system and by the time I got home, I felt a small need to go again, so I just sat on the toilet fully clothed and wet again. I also decided to take care of some chores before cleaning up I was still wet and everything was absolutely soaked! It dried up fairly well on the drive home because I had to crank up the heat due to the cold weather, but I fixed that by wetting again as soon as I got home.
  13. Lovely pictures! Absolutely impressive that you held on through 12 hours of sleep; I definitely wouldn't have lasted that, especially drinking the night before
  14. Work has been getting fairly busy lately and we've had more that needs to get done every day, so my supervisor has asked requested that some of us put in some extra hours to take. I don't typically mind staying later since my commute is short and there are plenty of places around to grab food if necessary, so I volunteered to stay a couple of extra nights a week. Typically everyone is out by 5 PM and the place is deserted by 6, so very little effort will connect the dots. Through my work day, I usually sip on a water bottle that I refill every two hours. When I refill it, I usually feel a minor need to relieve myself and take the opportunity to use the restroom. So, on the day I decided to work late, I followed my schedule, as usual. Every time I filled my water bottle, I felt a small swell of excitement at my later plans. Part of me wanted to not take my bathroom breaks at all, but I could never last the entire day, especially with all the water I regularly drink. So, when 5 PM rolled around and my coworkers started to pack it up, I filled my bottle and deliberately ignored my minor need and sat back down and continued working. People started shuffling out and a half hour later, I was alone. I was starting to feel a little more desperate, but I was able to work past it fairly well with my legs crossed, thigh pressed tight, and foot jittering a bit. Thankfully, my work is distracting, so while my need started to feel pressing, I felt I could easily press on for a long while, sipping my water bottle all the way. Occasionally, I would reach down and give myself a reassuring squeeze which helped me keep my focus a bit. Finally around 7, I took a sip from my water bottle, but found it empty. Instinctively, I rose to go fill it again, but my bladder immediately made itself known and called for relief. I squeezed my legs together a doubled over a bit and figured it was now or never. I straightened myself out and regained my composure. I've been practicing walking with a full bladder so I wouldn't give clues to anyone else I happen to run into about my predicament and managed a very normal walk out of the office and to the restroom without too much trouble. I stared at myself in the mirror and let myself clamp my legs together to help with control. I wondered briefly how much longer I could hold, shifting my weight from one leg to the other, clamped down tight with one hand between my legs. The bathrooms on my floor are connected to the gym, supporting locker rooms and a shower, so I walked through the locker rooms and the gym just to be sure no one was around, all the while my poor bladder begging for relief. Sure that I was alone, I snuck back into the locker room and stood in the shower. I decided to torture myself a bit and decided that I would spread my legs and let my pee rush just short of the opening before clamping down. (Un)fortunately, I couldn't stop it soon enough and let a jet shoot out into my panties. I quickly went to bring my legs together and hold myself, but stopped. I shook a bit with excitement and felt my peehole quiver as it fought to regain control. I enjoyed the feeling of the slight dampness and surveyed the damage: nothing visible. I decided to let go of another burst, but I'd only managed to stop myself after about two seconds. My bladder screamed for relief as I saw the wetness slowly grow on the front of my pants and felt some minor streaks down my legs. I decided enough was enough and finally let the flood gates open as everything streamed down my legs, throughout soaking me. I could feel a bit toward the beginning collect in the crotch of my pants before it cascaded down my legs. When I was finally done, my heart was beating fast and I could feel the heat in my face. I checked over in the mirror again and loved the show of wetness; thought I was wearing black, I could see a sizable patch on my crotch, streams down my legs, and even a bit towards the bottom of my ass. I peaked out the bathroom, coast clear, and hurried back to my desk to clean up and call it a day. The building was entirely empty, but I could feel my heart with every step before finally rushing into my car. I sat in a mini high, wondering if I had actually just gone through with this, the dampness against my legs returning a resounding yes.
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