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sphynx_

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  1. Absolutely. What turns me on more though is when people are around who might catch me at the moment I lose control. It's beyond humiliating to be judged by society as having no more self control than an animal, and I'm all about humiliation and pet play.
  2. I'm so happy you think so! I've been wanting to contribute more so I was thinking about asking malah (one of my partners) if we should do something in public again. I'm glad to know you're looking forward to it!
  3. I love it. I've never played much with it but recently I've been wanting to push myself into thrilling situations like that.
  4. sphynx_

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    Finally! I've found it! I've been looking for this image for AGES!
  5. Sorry I completely missed this before! I know exactly how you feel. I've been attacked and harassed far too many times for this, so for a long time I just receded into my own space and kept it as one of the few heavy secrets that control my life. I hope you find someone (or some people) who's able to help you embrace it and yourself! Thank you for commenting here. If you ever need someone to talk to or relate with I'm always an option.
  6. Yes, unfortunately they both enjoyed every agonizing minute of my humiliation.... in the end I had fun too, though. Thank you so much!
  7. Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it. I'm glad I did public well, I'm completely new to it. Thanks! I can't say I was brave, the only reason I went through with it was my partners pushing me in the background. I'm glad you thought I was cute. My partners feel the same way about my shame on the subject.. Thank you! and yes it was terrifying...
  8. side note: we do have a safeword and we all very much enjoy the dynamic
  9. (I'm sorry if this is short, I'm kinda new to all of this..) I have a lot of shame and guilt surrounding this fet so I don't really like to talk about it. I used to be so terrified of people learning about it, that any bathroom humor pulled violent, fake disgust out of me as I scrambled to hide the pleasure in my eyes. Later I would practice apathetic reactions in a mirror, sometimes even while reading stories on this site, so my shocked disgust wouldn't out me. It developed into a secret that would rule my social life and ruined my first few relationships. Even so... I've always wanted to indulge in a public wetting. The idea is so utterly terrifying and humiliating that I can't help but writhe in pain at the thought. When my partners learned of this, they inevitably pushed me to hold (— and wet —) in public. A few nights ago, they finally got what they wanted. The drive there was hell. I ended up downing two water bottles in the first few minutes and within 30 minutes afterwards I shot from a 2 to a vicious 7. 90 minutes left to go and I knew I was filling up way too fast. I shifted my weight the whole drive there with a blanket locked immovably between my thighs. As I grew near 8, my girlfriend’s audiobook faded into an inaudible whisper, and the blanket wasn't solid enough to help me hold on. I had to switch to using my phone and my fists, bearing all my might between my legs and trying, as much as I possibly could, to maintain cleanliness. By the time we were entering the city I was squeaking and shivering in painful delight — and shame. We pulled into a barbecue restaurant in the middle of the city, teeming with customers. In a sadistic flash my partners decided to go in and use the restroom without me. My girlfriend parked across from a police officer guarding the establishment. They got out of the car. Made me get out to stand next to it. Outside. In front of the fucking cop. Cautiously, I pulled my legs onto the pavement, holding tight the weight of at least 32 ounces of water and half a can of monster in my fist, and pushed myself upright. 9. Suddenly, gravity hit me like a train. I can't do this. There are families eating here. I have to move.. So, scraping at the bottom of my now empty well of energy and self control, I somehow managed to regain my composure and pull what hadn't leaked into my tights back into myself. I thought I was going to die. They went inside and I suddenly realized we were parked in the middle of the exit of the drive through. I rapidly logged into my phone and called my girlfriend. "Hey!" the officer shouted, "you can't park here!" My knees shook and I held up the phone meekly repeating "it's ok, I'm calling her." Eventually she answered and came outside to meet me, the cop, and her car. After driving it to an actual parking spot, she went back inside and I was left, once again, in agony. When they came back to the car we began walking down the sidewalk to an intersection. With every step I felt the burning glance of every passing stranger with a seeping paranoia. A man passed us by on his phone, and I felt a wrenching in my stomach: was he recording me? The wind cooled the wetness hiding beneath my skirt as I stared at the ground, trying to avoid passing eyes, breathing shakily into my mask. "Can we just.. go back, please?" "Seriously, can we leave?" A constant stream of requests for an escape shot down by my girlfriend— one by one. 10. As I felt myself losing control of my muscles, we were approaching another intersection after passing a man walking his dog. I felt a soft warm stream dribbling down my leg. Panicked, I clamped tight on my urethra for a moment, but the fatigue was too much and time was running out. When we reached the intersection, a woman struggled to get into her workplace, and a man chatted on the phone about business. Scared, shivering, I stood against a stoplight pole, begging to leave. I tried my hardest to hold on, but I could only do so much.. By the time I regained control, I was already standing in my own puddle. safe2post.mp4
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