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  1. Sunday: Big accident day Finally, this was the last day of my omo festival, and the day when I was supposed to have a big “accident” once every 3,5 hours. But this was also the day when we would check out from the hotel at 11, and take the train home at 1.30. I didn´t really know how to pull through with it, because I couldn´t wet myself on the train, and with no access to a shower I didn´t want to wet myself before either, and smell like pee for over two hours on a crowded train. Eventually I found a plan that could work though. This chapter will be different, since I´ll invite you deeper into my mind. To many of us, especially if we´re into the idea of humiliation and embarrassment, omo is nothing without imagined scenarios. Before, during, and after all my wettings, there are different stories going on in my mind, that make the experience bigger, more exciting, more arousing. My alter ego in my fantasies is pretty much like me, but usually has a way smaller bladder, takes stupid decisions and is therefore much more likely to have accidents. Ideally, she´s not into omo, because in most cases I don´t really want her to enjoy her accidents. Her job is to be humiliated, while I´m the one who enjoys what happens to her. Does this make me a sadist rather than a masochist? Its´s an interesting thought. All the wettings I´ll be telling you about happened as described, but the circumstances that make them accidents instead of deliberate wettings happen only in my head. Some following events and details too. You could call it fiction, but as part of my omo practice, it´s as real as anything else. My partner woke me up the last morning of our weekend trip. We had forgotten to set an alarm yesterday, and now we were a bit in a hurry not to miss the breakfast. I just took my jeans shorts and a t-shirt on, drank a big glass of water along with my morning medication, and we went downstairs to the restaurant area. I realized in the elevator that I had skipped my morning pee, but my bladder wasn´t that full, since I went up to pee once during the night. No problem. I could always go in the lobby bathrooms if it became urgent. We enjoyed that last breakfast a bit hungover and talked about how great the weekend had been. We had been lucky with the weather, the hotel was nice, the city was beautiful, and we had been having a lot of fun. Everything had been perfect and nothing had gone wrong. My bladder started to make itself known, but I didn´t want to interrupt the breakfast and our conversation, so I ignored it. After a while my partner was the one to excuse himself. “Sorry, but I think I must go to the room. You know the effect coffee sometimes have on my bowels…” “Yeah, yeah, no details please, you go ahead”, I said, and stayed at the table with my orange juice, melon slices and croissants. I was starting to feel uncomfortable sitting still with my full bladder but I was just about to finish anyway so I held on and finished eating. Once I left the table I realized that my desperation was more urgent than I thought. My bladder had definitely wakened up now, and made a spasm that took me by surprise. I just managed to stop a leak from coming out, and I thought that this might be one of those days when my bladder is a little bit irritated and overactive, and that means I need to be careful. Accidents have happened when I have overestimated my capacity to hold, usually just minor ones though. I´d better use the lobby bathroom right now, I thought, and hurried to the corridor outside the restaurant area, just to find the bathrooms occupied. But there was no line, so I would soon be in there, I hoped. I waited, but nothing happened. I could hear a flush and some voices, so I knew someone was in there, someone with a child it seemed. But how long could it take? Once again, my urgency made itself known with yet another bladder spasm, and I had to bend over a little bit. I could feel my pee hole burning when I clenched it shut. I nervously looked down at my jeans shorts. They were light blue, a bad choice of clothes to have an accident in. Even a small leak would probably make a dark patch between my legs. They were dry for now, but I felt some warm dampness in my underwear. It could be just the sweat from the effort of holding it in, but I wasn´t sure. I waited another minute, but when nothing happened I just couldn´t stay there, I needed to try to get to our room, and hopefully make it all the way. To walk slowly down the corridor was easier than standing still, but if I´d take the stairs five floors I would probably start leaking from the effort, so I decided to take the elevator. It would be quicker also. Thank god, the elevator was free, and once in there, I squirmed and grabbed myself and did everything to make it easier to hold, because I had reached that stage of desperation when you just can´t think of anything else than “hold it, hold it, hold it”. The relief was near, but I tried not to think about that, because if I would imagine myself starting to pee, I would do just that. The doors finally opened, I had made it to the fifth floor, still dry. Almost there… Those last ten meters to our room I could feel my bladder starting to overflow a little bit in my underwear with every bouncing step. The key card was already in my hand, come on now… just race into the room, and throw myself down on the toilet seat and then… No that was exactly the thing I shouldn´t think about, I realized, when a spurt of pee shut out in my pants just as I managed to open the door. And then… fuck. My boyfriend was still in the bathroom. I had totally forgotten about that possibility. I said: “Aren´t you finished yet… You must let me in!” My boyfriend said: “No, stop rushing me, you can go in the lobby…” My bladder said: “You promised me I could pee in 5 seconds, and now those 5 seconds have gone.” It was too late. I could just helplessly watch the dark patches quickly grow on the front of my shorts, as rivers went down my legs and on to the carpet. Not just one or two rivers. It was more like someone had thrown a bucket of warm water in my pants. It was going everywhere, and I couldn´t stop it anymore. I finally had my relief, and my abdomen stopped hurting, but all I could think about was the embarrassing mess I was making, standing here completely peeing myself in a hotel room just because I couldn´t hold it for another couple of minutes. I peed so fast there was a little lake forming on the floor before the carpet got the chance to absorb all of the liquid. In the middle of that lake I was standing, as the hot pee started to cool off, leaving the feeling of cold, wet fabric clinging to my thighs. The shorts were still slowly dripping, and I had no idea what to do next, so I just froze. “You still there?” my boyfriend said from inside the bathroom. “Yeah…” I said, my voice shaking a little bit. “I´m done now. Just a second. Are you ok?” he said, as I heard him flush, and open the door. I saw no need to reply. The sight that met him outside the bathroom told him everything. He looked shocked. Ok, we have been together for 4 years, and it wasn´t the first time he had witnessed me having a little accident, (I don´t know if that makes it less embarrassing though) but never something like this. I don´t think he knew what to say, so he just went into the bathroom and came out with some towels. “Sorry. It just… I just…” I mumbled. “Don´t worry. Let´s try to clean this up the best we can”, he said, trying to act casual about it, but I could sense his awkwardness about the situation. I explained to him what happened, while I took my wet socks and shoes off, wiped my feet dry, and then went into the bathroom to rinse my clothes and shower. We left the towels on the floor to soak up as much pee as possible, but the damage was done, a big pee smelling wet stain in the carpet, right in the middle of the room. “We will just be honest”, he said, “that´s always the best. Worst case scenario we´ll have to pay for a new carpet”. “Oh, I hate this. I can´t stand myself…” I sighed, but finally we could laugh a little bit about it. When we packed our stuff I found the pull-up in my bag, and hesitated for a second, before deciding to wear it. I don´t normally use or need protection, but it happens. I have found that sometimes when I´m out and about it´s just mentally comforting not to worry about my occasional leaks, even if I find it a bit embarrassing. So I tend to always have with me one of those very discreet pull-ups that are originally designed for bedwetting teenagers. I wasn´t mentally fit for worrying about any more pee accidents today, I thought, and went into the bathroom to sneak into that pull-up. Not that I keep it a secret from my partner when I wear them, I just feel a bit uncomfortable about showing him. There was a line of people checking out from the hotel, and while we waited I got a little bit sick with nervousness about what I was going to say to the friendly guy at the desk. “I can explain, if you want to…”my partner offered. “No, please, I´m not a child”, I said. “I´ll say it.” When it was our turn, there was a couple of people behind us too. We handed in our cards and were showed to the luggage room where we would store our things for a couple of hours before the train left. The clerk was ready to wish us a great day and move on to the next guests when I interrupted him. “Just one more thing…” “Yes...?” “I´m sorry, but I caused a stain in the carpet… and I don´t know if you want to charge us for that…” “A stain?” “Yes… (I tried to lower my voice, but the others waiting in line were silent and I knew they probably listened to every word. ) I had a little accident this morning.” “An accident? You mean you spilled something?” “No… ehm… more like a bladder problem, you know… I didn´t quite make it” I could feel myself blushing like mad. “Oh… That kind of accident…” The clerk stayed professional, but I think he blushed a little bit as well, when he realized I was in fact telling him I had wet myself. “Ok… don´t worry, worse things have happened here. We have solutions for that. I´ll just tell the cleaning staff. I really appreciate that you told me.” So that was it. We quickly left, and I felt as if the whole hotel lobby was staring at me. Maybe nobody cared and it was just in my head, but that´s how it felt. I was so embarrassed, but my boyfriend encouraged me to move on and just enjoy the day. I did my best to follow his advice, and we visited a very nice and interesting museum in the castle. Once in a while I felt that soft padding between my legs, and got reminded what I was wearing, but it felt good. I felt safe and secure. When I felt the first tingle in my bladder while looking at the exhibition, I knew it was just my bladder being overreactive, because it was nowhere near full. Going to the bathroom now would only make things worse, and I would have to go again and again. I also had my trusted protection. I could wait. We had lunch and beer at a little taco restaurant before picking up our luggage. While finishing our meals, true desperation suddenly hit me, and now I’d better go, so I asked for the bathroom, just to find out they had no customer bathroom, the place was too small. “I will just have to rely on better luck with the hotel lobby bathroom than I had this morning then”, I told my partner, and we paid and left. I don´t think I have ever had a desperation growing so fast upon me as it did during that 10-minute walk to the hotel. Normally walking can distract my bladder, but this time a big wave of desperation rolled in, and I could feel my muscles starting to slip in the steps when the urge tried to push the pee out of me. “I need to pee so bad now, can we just stop for a second, until this wave subsides…” I said, but too late. For the second time today, I totally lost control. “No, it´s coming out…” I mumbled, standing on that busy sidewalk, with hot pee flowing into my diaper. First warming the area between my legs, then starting to fill the front and the back as well. I was so grateful I was peeing into protection this time, and that the people all around had no idea what was happening to me. They just saw someone standing still, looking awkward. When the stream kept going, I was also starting to worry, because I had never had such a big accident in a pull-up before. How much could it hold? Finally, I could stop the flow, and we kept walking. I tried not to waddle with all that swelled up padding between my legs, and did my best not to let anymore pee out. It felt strange walking around in such a soaked diaper, because the sense of having wet myself was so prominent to me, but to others nothing showed. I knew it had to be just a matter of time before it soaked through and showed on my grey jeans though. My plan before had been to let my partner go in and get our luggage so that I didn´t have to see the staff there again, but that plan failed of course. I needed a bathroom, now! I rushed past the desk to the bathroom, feeling a couple of more spurts coming out just as I opened the bathroom door. Now I could see a little dark spot on the front of my thigh. I pulled everything down, collapsed onto the toilet and let what was left in my bladder go. The relief felt awesome, but I still had the wet evidence of another huge bladder fail in front of my eyes. A soggy pull-up. Underwear with a big wet patch where the pee had leaked on the side. And jeans that were mostly saved, but with damp spots. Pull-ups, panties, jeans and floor were at least in the same matching grey color, but it didn´t exactly help my dignity. Thankfully I had a change of clothes, so I cleaned myself up a little bit, and put on dry panties and my last dry pair of pants. I just hoped that the clerk didn´t pay attention to the fact that I went into the bathroom wearing grey skintight jeans and went out in black track pants. “Better now?” my boyfriend asked. At least he seemed more amused with the situation than disturbed by it. We were on the train home. I was no longer wearing protection and for obvious reasons I didn´t really trust my bladder right now, so I tried to stay less hydrated. I would not have an accident on the way home. That was just out of question. I didn´t want to use that nasty train toilet if not necessary, but I had decided I would go at the station once we got off, whether I needed to pee or not. After that it was just a short bus ride and a ten-minute walk to get home. The train ride went smoothly. We didn´t get seats next to each other so we both spent most of the journey reading, and I never needed to use the bathroom. We got off the train and walked towards the train station when my boyfriend said: “That´s our bus about to leave. Come on, let´s catch it!” Ok, I know I had promised myself to make a precautionary visit to the bathroom, but really, I felt nothing in my bladder at all at the moment, and taking that bus would save us half an hour of waiting. “Ok, let´s go”. In the bus we sat next to each other, held hands, and kissed. Both emotional that the weekend was almost over, and we didn´t know when we would have the chance to spend so much time together again. The bus dropped us off at our stop, and we took our luggage and started walking home. I don´t know if it was the exhaustion from the earlier extreme desperation, or if it was the weight of the big backpack I carried, but… it just came out of nowhere. The now all too familiar feeling of my pelvic floor dropping and warmth spreading in my crotch, and then slowly down the inside of my thighs. First I couldn´t believe what I was feeling, and kept walking, but then I stopped, had a look around and just gave up. If I´m going to pee myself I might as well do it now, when nobody is around. So I sighed, said some ugly words, relaxed, and let everything go in my pants. Some went straight through the fabric between my legs, and some made its way into my shoes. I was soon standing in a puddle again, and my boyfriend just shook his head. “Come on… Again?” “But this was your fault. You said we´d catch that bus…” “Yeah, yeah, my fault, I apologize” he said with sarcasm, and shook his head again. I was quiet the rest of the walk. I felt so stupid. I was afraid that what he would remember most from this trip now was how his girlfriend had embarrassed herself and wet herself over and over again. We came home and I was just about to go into the shower when my boyfriend took his pants off and went into the bathroom. “Oh, too bad it took me so long to take off my shoes… because now I won´t make it to the bathroom, what a shame, look what´s happening…” he said. He was standing in his underwear in the middle of the bathroom, and suddenly a wet spot appeared on his underwear, and a stream went through the fabric and onto the floor. I was just standing there staring at him, I mean, what the fuck? Then he started laughing and I realized he was just making fun of me, that bastard. But I still felt some comfort in the fact that we were now both standing there in wet pants. White boxers are apparently kind of sexy when wet too, because they become a little see-through. Believe it or not, but I managed to stay dry the rest of the day. We just took it easy and watched tv until we went to bed. Sometime early in the morning I was in a state between asleep and awake, when something suddenly just felt so good. It was almost like having an orgasm, but it lasted longer. It came in pulses, I felt warmth and I felt relief over and over. I was lying on my right side, and every time I felt that sensation in my genital area it was also like something warm gently tickled my right butt cheek. It felt so good. I just wanted to stay in there, but something was dragging me up to the surface. Something drew me out of the sleepy state just as another lovely wave came over me, and I suddenly woke up and… was I peeing? Suddenly I was wide awake and panicked. Maybe it was just a dream? I placed my hand between my legs… my panties were soaking wet and still warm. I touched the sheets behind my bum. The sheets were cold, but also wet. Yes, for the first time since in my teens, I had wet the bed. Crap! How could this happen? To my luck I saw that my boyfriend was already up, so at least I hadn´t peed on him. Slowly I crawled out of bed, trying not to make a bigger mess than it already was. The wet patch where I had been lying was huge. It wasn´t just a few leaks, I had really peed. When I started walking to the bathroom a few drops ran slowly down my legs from my panties. For a moment I considered quickly getting rid of the evidence while my partner was still in the kitchen, but I had no energy for such an act, and I needed some comfort. So, I just went straight to it. I opened the door to the kitchen and said my good morning in pee stained underwear. He didn´t seem to notice. “I have wet the bed”, I said. He lowered his eyes and saw the wetness on my underwear. “Ok. Not too surprised anymore… You booked laundry, didn´t you?” Then he noticed I was a bit upset, and gave me a long hug, just a bit careful not to get pee on his work clothes. “It´s ok, it´ll be alright. But don´t you think this is a little bit too much to be just a coincidence? Maybe you should get yourself checked up?” A few days later I followed his advice and had a doctor’s appointment to check up my worsening bladder problems. They say the prognosis isn´t very optimistic. It appears to be something called incontinence by proxy syndrome. It means an omorashi fetishist is controlling my life, and arranges for me to end up in these embarrassing accident scenarios. There is no cure to it. It will just keep happening and get worse with time as long as she lives. Screw her. Finally, a couple of “behind the scenes”- comments: The scene with the boyfriend peeing in his boxers is maybe a bit unrealistic in the story, but since it did happen for real exactly like it´s written, I just couldn´t leave it out. I´m sorry I forgot to take a picture. And finally, as an omo influencer it´s my responsibility to show that how much fun we ever have, we don´t make a mess, do we? Thanks for joining me on my festival!
  2. Sometimes after a night out I take the last train with a friend living on the same line. He always needs to pee behind a tree or something on the 15 minute walk from the bar to the station, and he has complained about this and seemed annoyed that "women don't have this problem with breaking the seal". He may be right that I'm better at holding it, but he doesn't know that I have no plans to make it home dry. When I get off the train at my station I'll pee my pants on the walk home. Happens every time.
  3. Yeah, I hope I'll get the chance to see them some time. I also wish I had been part of that Rockin'1000-band project. Haha, when I was about to post this I actually told my partner "Wetskipants will love this one!" 😁
  4. Sorry about the delay. I just haven't had much time to write since we got back from that weekend trip, but here comes the second last chapter: Saturday: Partner day "Partner day" could be to have plenty of ideas for how to involve your partner in your omo play, have them wet with you or command you to wet in different ways, or do advanced role plays together. "Partner day", more importantly, could and should also be to feel your partner. How is their energy level today? What if the original plans don't really work, and they prefer to just ride along without taking a very active part in your omo activities? The best gift from your partner you could have will always still be the acceptance in their eyes when you look up at their face in your most intimate moment. That look that make you feel loved and secure and not afraid to keep on wetting pants after pants and show how much it turns you on. I realised today I actually was starting to run out of pants after all my hard work. I put on my black suit pants and saved my last blue jeans for later. When me and S had lunch we decided that we'd skip that roleplay we had talked about doing. We'd also save other games for another time and just focus on taking it easy today, since yesterday had been intense. Staying dry wasn't part of that plan for me though, and once we left that restaurant to walk back to the hotel I had pee dribbles running down my thighs. Most came out in the privacy of the shower though. As usual, it turned me on and I couldn't resist doing something about it. The bathroom door was open, and S was lying in bed watching me. My eyes were mostly closed, but every time I opened them he was there. Even if me and my partner share a lot sexually and participate in each other's fetishes, we're not dependent on each other. We have our own individual sexualities that aren't always in sync, and the longer we've been together, the better we've become in accepting and embracing this, and it makes things so much easier when you're not afraid of being too much/to little/being rejected/disappoint the other person. For the first time in my life I completely trust myself that I'm not doing things that I don't want to, and I also trust that I know what I want. I'm not denying myself anything. My partner feels the same. He's also grateful that he can be in his fetish flow whenever he wants to, aware that I think it's beautiful and fun and amazing. We cuddled in bed for a while and then decided to get out in the sun. Maybe buy ourselves some snacks and have a picnic in a nearby park. There would be one last night with us both dressed up in suits, but for now we both wanted to stay casual. I put on my blue jeans that I had found on my old "wet and waste-shelf at home, and we walked out. I already needed to pee again, well hydrated as I was. These jeans weren't my most discreet ones, but I had a change of pants with me if it got too bad. The wetting anticipation rised as my bladder got fuller when we were on our way to the supermarket, but once in there I was distracted when we discussed what snacks to buy. The park was close at hand but didn't look that amazing to be honest. It wasn't much more than a playground. But across the road at the other end of the park there was another green area that looked nicer. Walking there also meant I would have time to wet myself a bit before we found our picnic spot. Once we had passed the playground I relaxed a bit, and felt a leak come out, but I wanted more. When we had to stop for all the cars passing by, I had my chance and took it. I love that moment when you decide to wet and do it. It's the physical pleasure of letting go, but it's also very much a mental thing. "I like this. I'm doing it. I dont care." And then the feeling of pee first warming your crotch and then starting to stream down your legs when you decide to keep the flow going another couple of seconds. My partner had seen a street name he found interesting and started asking questions that I didn't listen to. "Bla, bla, bla, what do you think?" was the only thing I heard. "I think...I have wet myself" I said, and looked down at my jeans as if I was surprised. "Oh... You have. It's pretty bad" he said. It was. I was wet between my thighs, and the dark patch down the front of my right leg reached almost all the way down to my shoe. I couldn't hide this one. "So what are your plans now? You don't have any do you?" S laughed. I admitted that I had maybe overdone it a little bit. We'd better go find someplace to sit down in the park rather than just standing here exposed to all the cars driving by. We moved on and crossed that road, continued into the park and tried not to walk so close to other park visitors hanging around there. I don't know if anyone looked at me. I don't think so. I was a tiny bit stressed out about my obviously peed pants, until we found our spot to sit down. From there on I just loved the experience. Being 100% sneaky in black pants can be fun, but it also means you don't have anything to look at. Now i didn't only feel the wetness, I also clearly saw the evidence and was constantly reminded that I was wearing pants that I had peed in on the way here. The pee patches were so pretty, my jeans looked incredible. It felt amazing sitting there next to my love while the sun slowly started to dry my pants. We spent quite some time in that park. I kept my holding muscles relaxed, and let out more pee into my pants whenever my bladder asked for it. When we finally got up, I asked S to discreetly take a pic of my wet ass before I covered it with my sweater. The patch down my leg had already dried, so I was good to go. Shower time again... Our last date night out, and as usual I let my partner choose my outfit. Black this time. When we were both dressed up and watching ourselves in the mirror, it was his turn to drift into fetish space, and I loved to see it. We had dinner at the hotel and then visited two different bars to try the bartenders mocktail skills. They did great at the first bar, not so good at the next. But all drinks sooner or later end up in your bladder and need to come out. Bathroom was never an option for me of course. We took a last night stroll on the streets around the city castle. A lot of people were out, and the still bright sky reminded us that the summer was on it's way. It also meant there were no places secluded enough for any advanced making out, so we had to behave, somewhat. I was wearing a pair of black uniform pants that had never been used before, and they are kind of water repellent when they're new, almost like rain pants. Everything just runs down the inside and nothing shows on the pants. So when we stopped to look at something, and I started slowly peeing my pants, the only thing revealing what happened was the growing little lake under my left shoe. We kept walking around, and every time we stopped I emptied a bit more of my full bladder into my pants and out of my leg holes. First only when we were alone, but when I realised the fabric didn't let anything through, I got more confident, and didn't really care who was around. We headed back to the hotel but stopped one last time outside, next to the river. The area was busy with people walking to the night clubs but I was just standing there, not holding back at all what was left in my bladder, feeling the pee running into my shoes again while people were passing by just meters away. Probably one of the most public wettings I have done, but still so chill and sneaky. I made sure not to leave any wet foot prints, and then we went up to our room. This time both on the same level of arousal. A great ending to another fantastic day with my partner.
  5. This time I got: Pants Grey suit pants Wet through underwear sitting on the toilet and then put your pants back on. The build-up for this wetting was long. We dressed up in matching grey suits, had a long dinner and then we went looking for a not too loud place to have a drink. We found a night club with a big outdoor terrace and I enjoyed my drink with a growing excitement for what I'd do. I've had similar "accidents" before, but wearing black, so I was a bit nervous since I would pass by many people on the way out from the bathroom. I went into a stall, pulled down my pants and started peeing with my panties still on. First it felt just like normal peeing, but then i felt the warmth and wetness spreading. The magic in doing a thing like this is that it feels so "wrong" and stupid. What if those people outside the stall knew what I was doing right now. When i was finished I stayed sitting until the dripping from my underwear had stopped. Then I quickly pulled up my pants and went out to my waiting partner and we left the place. I had no idea first if the pee had soaked through to make a dark patch on my bum, but once we had left the club S could take a look and assure me that absolutely nothing showed. Back at the hotel I saw that my pants were only a little damp on the outside. A barely visible shadow. I remembered other times when I had peed in them quite a lot before it started showing so I guess they have some initial resistance. Anyway, a nice sneaky ending on my dice day. I just did one last thing - I let the number generator choose a night diaper for me, and went to bed wearing a Tena active fit Ultima.
  6. And the next I got was: Pants Dark blue jeans Trigger stress leaks This seemed to work well with our plan to go for a walk and discover the big city park. Maybe we would find me a trampoline or an outdoor gym. But I would wait until my bladder was at least half full for the best effect. The park was beautiful and well visited. We had an ice scream and strolled around. S went to a public bathroom but I did not of course, even if I started to feel my bladder a little bit. We reached the end of the park and I started looking for exercise opportunities to make my pelvic floor unstable. There was an area of paths and small bridges surrounding a constructed little creek. Beside it was a steep slope, and I thought that if I was running up and down that slope I would have a little accident. I tried, but the only thing that happened was that I got so exhausted from the uphill running that I had to stop to catch my breath, still completely dry. I had to try something else, so I decided to just run as fast as I could one lap around that creek area. Already my first steps I could feel that the former exercise must have exhausted my pelvic floor anyway, because I lost the grip almost right away and pee started gushing out in my underwear with every step. I probably could have stopped it if I had slowed down, but I just kept moving at the same pace and could feel the warm pee overflow down my thighs. I slowed down when I had returned to where S was standing. "That definitely worked! Or what do you say?" I asked and turned my back against him. "Oh yeah! That was a lot" he said. "Should I wear a hoodie around my waist then?" "Definitely!" I did this, and we walked back through the park to discover another corner of it. I enjoyed that feeling of wearing peed jeans once again, but there was more in my bladder begging to come out. "Those stones look like some kind of monuments" I said, pointing at some big stones in the grass. "Yes, that's a monument for when T peed her pants", S said. "Good idea, I should do that." I walked up to one on the stones and sat down. The most sneaky of all sneaky wettings, at least if you have female anatomy, must be to sit down in the grass on flat ground with your knees bent in front of you and then just pee straight down into the grass under you without anyone having a clue about it. The only thing that gets soaked is your bum, but you could easily hide it with a sweater around your waist once you stand up. I had my relaxing moment there and now this stone was a monument for real. We walked back to the hotel to try and Google for some dinner place for the night. And to roll The dice again, of course.
  7. The reason that I kept holding and didn't add to the soaking was that I wanted to try and save my full bladder to the next dice roll. This time I got: Diaper Tena pants pull-up Hold and then empty a full bladder in one go. It felt nice to slip into that pull-up with a growing desperation, and we walked to a place for lunch just a short distance from the hotel. I was a bit uncomfortable when we were waiting for the food. I trust my bladder, and knew I would last during lunch without a problem but I don't like pushing it to it's max, so I was happy that they were quick serving us our meals. It was a great pasta dish but I was a little squirmy and absent minded, longing for what would come next. We finished and walked away. I soon found a nice place on a bridge overlooking the castle and there we stopped. I stood with my legs slightly apart, pretended to admire the view, and immediately had a full flow going into my pull up. That relief! It didn't stop, it just kept going and I could feel the warm padding swell up between my legs. People were walking right behind me and had no idea. S knew of course. When I was finished and we started walking I felt that cold kind of wetness in the groin area, that told me it had probably leaked through my underwear at least. But I was wearing black jeans so even if I was wet I felt safe, and so relieved. At the hotel room I checked myself and as I thought my underwear were soaking wet, and the jeans a little wet in the crotch. Time for a shower and change again and another dice roll...
  8. Friday: Dice day Throughout this whole day I would use a "random number generator" on my phone to decide the wettings for me. First pants or diapers, then what type of pants/diaper, then a game of choice from a list of 10 different games. After breakfast it was time to roll the first "dice" I got: Type:Pants Type of pants: The grey very revealing omo jeans Game of choice: S wetting my pants S seemed really happy about this setup and suggested we'd go out shopping for a while and get something to drink so that he'd be full and ready before we headed back to our room. This wetting would have to happen in privacy, of course. We had our round in the city and when both me and him started to get desperate we headed back to the hotel. In the shower I opened my fly. He was standing in front of me and put his dick in my underwear. That position is arousing in itself and first we both just enjoyed it. My own bladder wasn't dangerously full, but enough to make me more sensitive to touch (in a good way). It took a while before S was relaxed enough, but then I started to feel the first dribbles in my pants. It intensified and I felt longer spurts of pee run down my legs. Even if I didn't get any relief myself it felt awesome to have my pants soaked by my partner, and to hear his sighs that told me how good it felt for him to let go. He stepped back and we admired my jeans. The wetness looked almost perfect, it would have been hard to convince anyone that I hadn't peed my pants, even if I actually hadn't leaked a single drop. When I started touching myself and my wet clothes I realised this solved a little dilemma I always have when I wet. It feels best to masturbate while still having a full bladder. But it also feels best to masturbate while wearing clothes that have just been pee soaked. Normally you have to choose between these two. Unless... you're having someone else pee your pants! That's brilliant, isn't it? It worked for us anyway. We even had a simultaneous orgasm. To be continued...
  9. More about thursday: Checked in at the hotel wearing a bulky diaper, but I took it off before it reached it's max and tried my luck just wearing my outdoor pants when we went out to have a look around and find a nice coffee shop. Does a no holding day really work in public without protection? Yes, apparently pretty good. Because I don't need to consciously hold it while sitting at a table with my brownie and lemonade. I'm relaxed and the bladder does the job of staying calm even when it starts to fill up. When we left that place and started to just randomly walk around in the area I soon started to feel some pee on the verge of coming out though. But it's the same there, with people everywhere, the bladder doesn't start emptying itself in one long gush just because I stay relaxed and let it come out. An ordinary little park, some beautiful old houses and some ugly ones, a weird statue, and it happened slowly every time we stopped for a while. Warmth in my underwear. A trickle down my thigh. The feeling of wet fabric against my skin. While waiting for the green lights in a busy crossing I felt it streaming down my legs and thought "there are people everywhere, and here I stand peeing myself... is it coming out of my leg holes?" I quickly looked down at my feet but saw nothing. The pants were baggy and a little water resistant. Small wet patches started to show on my legs, but not in that obvious "peed pants pattern". We walked around a castle and were back at the hotel. I had peed some more and S looked at me from behind. He said it showed but not that bad. We went up to our room and by now those patches had dried off and were barely visible. The picture is from after I had emptied my bladder in the shower. Not as discreet anymore. We dressed up and for the rest of the night with dinner and drinks I was wearing a Tena active fit and kept letting it out whenever it wanted to. I love this combination: Today will be Dice day, so I don't know yet what will happen, but the excitement is big.
  10. Thursday: No holding day After waking up today we had a couple of hours to do the last packing and get everything in order. My morning pee went in the bathroom, and then we had breakfast while watching a few awesome Foo fighters videos. Then I went to the kitchen to do the dishes. I knew it was just a matter of time before all I had drank for breakfast would start to fill my bladder, and I stayed relaxed when the first few drops of pee landed in my underwear. After that the tap was open, and slow spurts kept coming out. I was wearing sweatpants, and they need to get a bit wet before they start absorbing, so the pee first trickled down my legs and out of my leg holes. My partner who was busy packing my suits and shirts (he's a suit/shirt/tie fetishist for those of you who don't know) came in to give me a hug and I had to ask him to watch his step since i was standing in a little puddle. When the dishes were done I wiped my feet off and went to the living room to fix some things and find some more suit pants for me. S went to the kitchen to fill up his water bottle and I suddenly heard him swear out loud. "For fuck's sake, you could at least clean up after yourself so that I don't have to step in it" he yelled while rushing to the bathroom. I think this was the first time I heard some true annoyance in his voice but it didn't last long. "Oops. I'm sorry. Should I be ashamed now?" I asked. "Yeah, you should!" he smiled, well aware of what I feel about being shamed. I'm now sitting on the train in a blue Tykables Cammie diaper that got wet already in the waiting hall before we got on the train. We have travelled for two hours and will soon reach our destination. Peeing on a crowded train isn't that easy, my bladder is tensing up, but I just managed to let go of some pressure at least. The rest will come out once I get off the train. To be continued.
  11. Oh, thank you so much, your words really warm my heart. Feels so good to be part of a family of pantswetters who know what this is all about and appreciate my writing. ♥️
  12. Wednesday: Dry day Yeah, nothing much to tell about today. I have spent the night packing for the weekend and I'm taking with me a ridiculous amount of underwear, pants, diapers and plastic bags, and two extra pair of shoes. And disposable bedmats. I think I'm prepared for everything.
  13. Thanks! I do film myself sometimes, but when I do, I always feel like I´m missing out on the experience when I think too much about timing and stuff. And I usually focus on having a good experience and sharing it, rather than making good content.
  14. Yeah, I see what you mean. It makes the experience more intense if you have some desperation and easier can pretend you lose control. It´s also interesting how you can train your bladder into "almost" incontinence like you mention. I experience this sometimes out on walks. When I have planned to wet later on, sometimes my body takes over and starts peeing before I intended to. I find it super hot, and it never happens when I don´t want it to happen. Yes, I love wetting while riding a bike. It takes some practice to easily let go though.
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