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gottapee87

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  • My pronouns are..
    he/him

My Kinks

  • I'm into..
    Bathroom Control
    Foot play
    Sadism / Masochism

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  1. I have very early memories of trying to find desperation content on the Internet back in the late 1990s. The problem was that, first of all, I had no idea how to search for it. I was able to find pictures of people peeing on each other but that's not what I wanted. I remember I would type things like "woman has to go to the bathroom very badly" but that didn't bring up anything interesting. The other issue was that search engines were so much less advanced back then, so it was harder to find things in general. In the very beginning the best thing I could find was news articles about women peti
  2. For me, it's pure pleasure. It's a deep, heavy, aching, pressure sensation that just feels amazing. In fact, sometimes I enjoy it a little too much -- there are times when I go to the bathroom for no reason other than the fact that the pleasure is so intense that I can't focus on anything else (it's not that I can't hold it, it's that it feels so good that I can't take it). I have a lot of moments when I'm going about my day, doing housework or other mundane stuff, and all of a sudden my mind will start racing with sexual thoughts. I'll suddenly get an extreme urge to stop whatever I'm doing a
  3. I find that this happens more often when I'm not expecting or planning for it, like you said. It usually happens on days when my bladder fills to the point where I'm not utterly desperate, but I need to go badly, and I'm way too busy to go. Then hours and hours go by and the whole time the urge is bothering me in the back of my mind but I'm *just* able to forget about it, sort of. Then eventually I run to the bathroom and the liquid just pours out of me, almost more so than the deliberate holds I do. I know the feeling very well.
  4. The only way I could ever do this is if I cut back hugely on my drinking. I've probably gone 18-20 hours without going to the bathroom but they were days when I wasn't drinking much at all. If I was drinking normally there would be no way I could ever do it.
  5. It started for me when I saw an extremely desperate woman waiting in line for the bathroom in a food court in a mall. She had a couple people in front of her and she was literally hopping/bobbing up and down and holding herself with both hands, knees bending and everything. The thing I'll never forget is the look on her face -- she looked right at me and it was a look of just sheer desperation. For some reason that I'll never understand, I was fixated on it, and I ended up with a lifelong interest in women needing to go. One thing led to another and I eventually ended up with a fetish for hold
  6. I love, love, love getting teased. I don't really think of it as meanness but it takes a lot out of it when someone is making me hold it and they're *too* nice. I love when someone is doing everything they can think of to make me need to go worse while simultaneously telling me that peeing is not an option, no matter how badly I need to go. This is a little hard to explain but another thing I love is something I call "fake sympathy." I'm talking about statements like "oh, you must need to go so badly, your bladder must be aching, it's such a shame that you still can't go for hours..." On the s
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