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Spurgle last won the day on March 30 2020

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  1. I like to stand, I like the feeling of pee running down my legs too much to waste that feeling sitting down.
  2. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it” he lied as he began to dribble urine into his tight briefs, this was the first time Jackson had ever found himself in such a position and he was not much of a fan. In his twenty years on this earth, he had never had an accident outside of his childhood, but as determined as he was, he feared this record would soon be broken. Jackson, an amiable, good-natured man who had a smile for everyone did not want his girlfriend of six years to witness such humiliation. However, In the confined space of his girlfriends’ car he had nowhere to hide and nothing much to do to relieve the overwhelming pressure he felt pushing against the tip of his penis. He knew home was not far, but it may as well have been in a different dimension. He had tried crossing his legs. He had tried taking his mind of it by playing on his phone. He had tried gently rocking back and forth in his seat. It was all useless against the raging torrent he feared would soon strip away his dignity. Another bump in the road shook the car. His girlfriend was driving like a maniac in a frantic attempt to get her boyfriend to a toilet before he lost whatever control he had over his bladder. “I’m sorry” she said sympathetically as the car shook violently. “it’s fine” he lied again as another spurt of warmth spread around his groin. A cursory inspection with his hand told him he had peed through his jeans and that it would likely be visible to the outside world. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard, but this did nothing except fill his hand with urine. “I don’t want to pee in your car” he said as calmly as he could, realizing he was in dire straits. “It’s not far, babe” Emily said comfortingly. “If you don’t pull over, I’m going to pee all over your car seat and I don’t want to do that” he said seriously. Emily glanced at her boyfriend and thought for a second. “it’s like five minutes babe, you can do it” Emily announced as confidently as she could. Jackson did not make a reply and instead groaned in frustration and stared at the celling of the car. It was true. They were close to home and Jackson was a strong man, but even the strongest of men can have an accident in the right conditions and Jackson was learning this fact for the first time. His mind was frantic, and he thought of nothing except the wetness around his crotch and the extreme sensation of urine pushing against the tip of his penis. His frantic state was only eased slightly when their apartment building homed into view. Emily swung the car hard to the right and in a single maneuver brough the car to a stop in their designated parking space. “Quick snap” Emily said as the pair leapt out of the car. Emily grabbed her man’s hand as they quick marched up the pathway to their apartment door. She glanced at the wetness around her boyfriend’s crotch and silently hoped he hadn’t peed on her car seat. Emily punched in the buildings door code and the two strode quickly through as the automatic door swung open. They lived on the ninth floor, and they were not planning to walk. Emily called the elevator and waited patiently as it climbed down through the floors. The elevator had been on the fourth floor, so it did not take long to reach the couple. They dived inside and smashed the button for the ninth floor. “It seems worse now than ever” Jackson said. “Well yeah, it’s cause you know you’re close to a toilet, it’s normal babe” Emily said knowingly. The elevator climbed slower than it ever had before, at least that is how it felt to Jackson. Seventh floor. The elevator stopped. The doors did not open. It had broken down. “What’s happened?” Jackson asked in horror. “I think it has broken down” Emily said calmly. Emily pressed the emergency button and there was a beeping sound for a few seconds before it wrung off and nothing more happened. “I’ll call that number” Emily insisted, referring a phone number listed as an emergency contact number. “I can’t wait” Jackson said urgently as Emily dialed the number. A man answered the phone and the two talked for several minutes. Emily explained the situation and the man told her it would be several hours until an engineer would get there. “Well?” Jackson asked urgently as he jiggled on the spot. “Several hours” Emily replied sadly. Jackson’s face dropped as he heard the words. “Well, that’s that then” he said darkly as he let down his defenses and started to flood his briefs and jeans. “You can do…” Emily cut herself off as she noticed her boyfriend had given up and had started to wet himself. “I’m sorry” he said sadly as urine poured through his underwear and thundered down his legs to form an ever-expanding puddle by his feet. “I just couldn’t…” he started to say before Emily cut him off “I know babe, you aren’t the first and won’t be the last” she said truthfully as she watched the streaks of urine flow down her boyfriends’ legs. Tears moistened his eyes as he looked down at the puddle he was making. “This is humiliating” he said. “When you have to go, you have to go” Emily said dismissively, trying to preserve her boyfriends’ dignity. “But..” he started before Emily cut him off again “no buts, it happens you’re still my sexy man and this” she said grabbing his pissy crotch “is still mine.” Jackson jumped back slightly in surprise as Emily grabbed his still pissing penis. Urine poured through her fingers, but she did not care. She wanted to please her man and make something better of the situation. Emily grabbed Jackson’s fly and unzipped. Then, she undid the button and in one, well-practiced move, she yanked his soaked jeans to his ankles. He was still peeing slightly, but Emily didn’t care. She firmly grabbed her boyfriends’ crotch again and squeezed hard, sending a flow of warm pee through her fingers. She held this position for a few moments until she was certain her boyfriend had finished urinating and then, still admiring his tight package, held comfortably by his marl grey briefs, she rubbed his wet penis up and down until he became hard. Emily gently began to remove his pissy underwear and slide them towards his ankles. His penis was erect and stood firmly to attention. She gripped the shaft of his penis and began to tug, starting gently and slowly becoming more vigorous in her motions. “That nice?” she asked and received a swift nod in response. “You make me so wet” she said “I want you” she added lustfully, biting her lip. Jackson grabbed her firmly and pushed her against the elevator wall. He lifted her skirt and began to finger her pussy. She was indeed wet, and Jackson was not convinced it was all lubrication. “You naughty girl” he said “big girls don’t pee in their panties” he added. “True” Emily responded “but then, big boys don’t wet their pants either, so I guess we’re even” she added in a sexy tone. In response, Jackson fingered her pussy harder and pressed the cotton of her underwear almost inside her vagina, feeling more and more moisture as he did so. “Would that make you feel better, if the little girl wet her panties?” Emily teased him and Jackson grunted in response. “I’ll do anything for you” she announced as she opened the taps and allowed a stream of urine to flow through her underwear, “oops” she said in feigned surprise. “Dirty bitch” Jackson grunted as he lifted her legs to her waist and was answered by more pee coming through Emily’s panties. “Take me” Emily commanded. Jackson’s fingers had just gripped the fabric of Emily’s panties when he suddenly stopped everything he was doing. His penis went soft, and his head turned swiftly, as the elevator doors opened. Jackson looked in horror at the young woman who stared back at him and Emily through wide eyes. She could not have been more than twenty-five years old, and she seemed totally shocked by what was in front of her. “Fuck” Jackson cursed. Emily hurriedly returned her skirt to its rightful position and straightened herself out. Jackson meanwhile fumbled clumsily with his soaked briefs and jeans and quickly tried to hide his manhood. He hoisted his briefs back up and he shuddered slightly at the cold wetness that hugged his balls and penis tightly. His jeans followed soon afterwards, and he shuddered again at the cold wetness and the sheer weight of his soaked jeans. “We’re really sorry” Emily said blushing like a traffic light “this” she said gesturing to her boyfriends’-soaked jeans “was an accident, we’ll clean it up” she said, finishing her brief explanation. “It’s fine” the young woman responded quickly and awkwardly “but um, you should know that there is a camera in there” she said pointing towards a corner of the elevator “and it is manned twenty-four hours a day, live” she added. Both Jackson and Emily blushed bright red. “I, um, I’m sorry” Jackson said awkwardly. The three stood in an awkward silence for what felt like an eternity before Emily finally made the first move to break the standoff. “We’re on the ninth, if we take it up, we’ll hold it there and clean it” she said in apology. “That would be good” the woman said whilst nodding awkwardly. Emily mashed the button for the ninth floor again and as the door closed on their humiliation she sighed deeply, and then burst into laughter. Jackson stared at Emily in utter confusion. “What is funny about this?” he asked in confusion, “nothing really, but also kinda everything” she responded before bursting into laughter again. “Urghh I’m gunna wee myself” she said whilst laughing in hysterics. Jackson didn’t understand what was so funny. He had been humiliated twice. Caught in a sex act. Caught wetting his pants, both live and on camera and then he was denied the opportunity to fuck his girlfriend. Not his best day, he thought to himself ruefully. It was two weeks later when the footage of him wetting his pants arrived in his email inbox. It was then he finally understood why Emily had laughed about it so much. It was outrageous. Ridiculous. Outlandish, but it was life.
  3. Thank you all! I can’t say when (probably within a week) but I will write a second part in this series and if that is well received then I’ll think about a third. Thank you again.
  4. I am not incel. Though I am mostly celibate but that’s a choice. I’m asexual, sex is just unappealing to me. With that said… I actually don’t believe a guy’s looks are that important when it comes to meeting women. Of course, there are women out there who are only interested in a man’s looks or the size of his bank account but, those women are definitely in the minority. I am not a particularly good looking guy myself but I’ve never had trouble with the ladies. There is no great trick. If a guy only wants sex, women pick up on that. If a guy is low in confidence, women pick up on that. The most important part to meeting anyone, be it male, female or anything in between is honesty. My biggest problem wasn’t finding a woman who wanted to date me, it was finding a woman who was also comfortable being with an asexual guy. That’s a big ask. But I was always honest about it from the get go. It’s not easy making yourself vulnerable like that, but it is sometimes necessary. If you’re honest and upfront early on you’ll be amazed how much credit that might gain you in the longer run. I’m sure there will be folk who read this and say I’m wrong and maybe I am, but honesty has never failed for me. If you meet a woman be upfront and honest that you have very little experience. Everyone appreciates honesty. If you can speak to a guy then you can speak to a woman. Women aren’t these special creatures that must be handled in a unique or difficult way. A woman is just a guy in a different costume. Also, if you really are only interested in sex and you’re not open to meeting new people, be it friends of whatever. Then maybe think about hiring a sex worker.
  5. Fair warning there is a brief mention of messing within the story. It was a proud day for Emily. It was such a momentous day that all her family and friends had travelled the full length of the land to see her big moment. Emily, the youngest to ever be drafted into the elite Ladies Syndicate Enforcement Agency, looked resplendent on the big stage. Her long turquoise dress made of the finest silk, hugged her lithe body and enhanced her ample breasts. Her smile was broad and seemed endless. She was basking in her big moment and all in the audience were proud of the young woman. Emily had worked incredibly hard to get to this moment. All the training, extra studying and time in the gym was now worth it. She collected her new badge and award with grace and style and then seated herself on a chair at the back of the stage with all of the other inductees. Okay, okay. It’s over now. Just sit here and relax. It’s fine. You have your award and badge, you’ve stood in front of the people, it’s over. How much longer? I need to pee. I really need to pee. Shit?! Did I already pee? Fuck, I did already pee. I need a toilet, man, come on! Calm down. It’s fine. Nobody can see. It’s fine. Just sit and smile. Keep smiling you stupid bitch. No! Don’t do that! Don’t touch your crotch, there’s a thousand people looking, don’t do that! Fuck, I’m wet! Come on, man! Seriously! Hurry up! I’m gunna wet myself here! I’m convinced I’m still peeing. I feel so wet and warm. I think it’s spreading! Is it spreading! No! Get yourself together! You leaked. You peed yourself a little, it’s nerves, it’s fine. Soon you’ll be off the stage and you can go to the toilet. Just hold on! The old guy will finish speaking then you’re free! The director of the Agency was speaking enthusiastically about the achievements his ladies had made over the previous twelve months. He expressed his pride in the latest crop of ladies to join his Agency and expressed his desire to have an even better year than the previous one and promised as much money or resources that were required to see his desire come to fruition. “So, without further ado. Please, one final round of applause for the class of 2022! Got bless you all!” The old man said passionately and was greeted by loud cheers, whistles and loud applause. The ladies, who were all seated at the back of the stage stood to take the applause. Then, after taking in all the adulation, the ladies drifted off stage in an organised single file. Now off the stage Emily searched hurriedly for a toilet. The building was not familiar to her and the signs were not at all helpful. She checked corridor after corridor with no luck. After some time she spotted an employee of the building and asked her where the toilets were, “they aren’t back here” came the response “all the public toilets are in the public area of the arena, bad design I know” Emily looked angrily at the woman as if it was all her fault. “Are you serious?” Emily asked. “Sadly, yes. But, if you’re desperate I guess you can use one of the dressing room toilets. I can get the keys, if you like?” The employee asked. “Yes, please!” Emily answered eagerly. The employee walked off, apparently in search of keys leaving Emily alone in the corridor. The footsteps of the employee trailed away but seemed to return very quickly. Emily turned towards the sound but was surprised to see it was one of her fellow inductees. “Hey” the stranger said to Emily “are you lost?” She asked. “Kind of, I was looking for a toilet but apparently they aren’t here so..” Emily trailed off. “You’re waiting for access to one?” The stranger finished Emily’s sentence “don’t bother” she said continuing “they’re revolting, I’ve been here before, seriously just do what I did” “What did you do?” Emily asked. “I pissed in the side alley” the stranger answered very matter of factly. “But it’s illegal to expose yourself in public, it’s punishable by five years in prison!” Emily said in horror. “You can’t expose yourself if you don’t move your underwear…” the stranger suggested. “You mean… wet myself?” Emily asked in shock. “Sure, why not? It ain’t gunna hurt you, look” the stranger then lifted up her dress to show Emily her pissy panties “it didn’t hurt, I’m still here” she said. “But that’s wrong! You’re a grown woman!” Emily said in disgust. “Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house” the stranger said gesturing towards Emily. Emily blushed and instinctively crossed her legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Emily lied. “I have a nose” the stranger said knowingly. Emily blushed again and whilst she wanted to respond she couldn’t find the words. So, in the end she smiled painfully and just stared at the floor. “Don’t be embarrassed” the stranger said “it’s just pee, it happens and I’m sure you’ll learn that sooner or later” the stranger smiled broadly at Emily and then walked away. A moment later the employee returned with the keys for the dressing rooms. “You can use that one there” she said “it’s been unused for a while so it should be clean”” “Thank you” Emily said. The employee opened the door and Emily dashed straight to the far side door which she assumed correctly to be the toilet. She opened the door to see a bare room with white walls equipped only with a toilet and a sink. Emily hovered over the toilet and thought hard about what the stranger had said. She rubbed her pussy gently and realised she had peed more than she thought. Her pussy throbbed and she was confused by the sensation. Her stomach was doing somersaults and she felt nervous again. She lifted her dress well above her waist and sat on the toilet, and instantly began to empty her bladder. She breathed deeply as the relief washed over her. Her ordeal was over. She had made it to the toilet. She felt relieved. But, as she pissed through her panties she was hit with an unusual sensations. She knew the sensation but she couldn’t believe she was feeling it right then, as she was wetting herself. She was horny. In the bare bathroom, all alone and away from the world Emily rubbed herself to a pissy, intoxicating climax. “Emily Fairfax” the strong masculine voice called out. Emily turned sharply towards the sound of the voice. The wide corridor was thick with people and Emily began to slowly and painstakingly push her way through the throngs of people. She carefully peered through every pane of glass that lined the furthest sides of the corridor, hoping to spot the man she knew was calling her name. “Emily Fairfax” the voice called again, but louder than last time. “I’m coming” Emily shouted in reply and continued her push forwards. Eventually, Emily found herself in front of the man who had called her name. She knew the man, though not well. She also knew why she was being called. He was the senior case officer for her department and he had a job for her. Mike was a short, stocky man who looked older than he was. His face looked old and aged by a lifetime of stress and conflict. His flaky grey hair and unshaven face did little else except add to the aura of a man who was unconcerned with the thoughts and opinions of others. “Nice to see you” Mike Malloy, the senior case officer said in greeting to Emily. “Yes, it is” Emily blundered “I mean, nice to see you too” she corrected herself nervously. Mike laughed at the young woman’s blunder. “I’ll cut to the chase” Mike said “I want you to take your first case, you’ve been here for a while now but you’ve been mostly confined to desk work. I think it’s time for you to get out there and earn your stripes” Emily stared in disbelief. She had dreamt of her first case, she had longed to be the one doing the work and putting bad people behind bars but now it was in front of her and she was both disbelieving and terrified. “Are you sure, sir? I mean, I’m still quite new here really” Emily said nervously. Mike sensed the young woman’s reluctance. “I’ll be straight with you” Mike said “there are some folk here who think you are not cut out for this line of work, some folk think you would be happy working at a desk your whole career. I’m not one of them. I know you have it in you to do this job, you just need to get out there and do it. The thought is worse than the reality. So, can I put your name down for this case?” Emily blushed and shifted uncomfortably when she realised even the thought of taking her own case had made her urinate. This was Emily’s only reply. A silent, secretive reply that only she was aware of. A reply that adequately described her true feelings towards the question which had been asked, but which must not be shared to any but herself. “Splendid” Mike beamed, taking Emily’s silence for acceptance “go home now, get some rest and then tomorrow go and see Barbara. She’ll be the lead investigator on the case and you’ll work under her but for all intents and purposes, it’ll be your case. Now, off you go. Get some rest” and with that Mike went back to his office. He didn’t wait for any acknowledgment from Emily. Emily stood in silence for several moments, contemplating what had just happened. Her day had been going so well, her comfortable desk job was all she really wanted and she could see that now. However, that is not what she had signed up for and she knew it. Emily trudged to the ladies bathroom and locked herself in a stall. The room was empty so nobody could hear her whimpers and heavy breathing. She was sorely afraid. She didn’t know what her case wound be, but she feared it would be the worst of the worst. She hiked her skirt up and panties down and released a thick torrent of urine into the bowl below. Her stomach churned gravely and her bowels were loosened by nerves. She swept back her thick red hair and wondered why she had chosen this path. She was not cut out for this. She was too afraid. Even the thought of taking her own case had made her pee in her panties, so she feared what the reality what make her do. She feared disgracing herself in front of her colleagues. But for now, she contested herself with wiping her pussy dry, dabbing her damp underwear and telling herself it found all wait until tomorrow. The next day came around faster than Emily could ever have imagined. She had went home immediately after speaking to Mike the day before and upon arriving home she began to drink. By the late evening she had consumed three bottles of wine and had passed out on her sofa. She had slept deeply in a drunken stupor and had missed all the warnings her bladder had sent her. The first she knew of this was when she woke up with a splitting headache, a swirling stomach and a suspiciously wet sofa. At first, Emily merely shifted uncomfortably, happily ignorant to the fact she had wet herself in her sleep. However, her blissful ignorance was soon disturbed when her bladder failed again. For a second time since she passed out Emily started to wet herself. The first she knew of her impending accident was when her crotch suddenly and unexpectedly turned warm. Then, she became aware that the warmth was spreading. Her pussy, ass, back and legs were all warm and she felt a sensation of water or swimming. When she finally became aware of what was happening, she made no effort to fix the situation. Emily remained still, blissfully cocooned in a soothing warmth. She had to move eventually, she knew that, but she wasn’t ready yet. She rubbed the soaked material of her panties and squeezed out a trickle of fresh pee. She rubbed again. Her pussy throbbed and moistened, except now it wasn’t pee that moistened her pussy. She rubbed again. Again. Again. Again. She rubbed herself furiously as her body trembled and tingled. The sensations were building. Her mind and body became numb to all except the sensations of pleasure. Her body trembled and spasmed gently as the pleasure built. She moaned audibly. Her fingers were sticky wet and becoming wetter with every passing second. She rubbed harder, sensing she was close. Her body trembled and she began to pee again. She climaxed. A powerful, pissy climax that made her whole body shudder. She couldn’t move. Her hand remained inside her pissy panties. Then her phone rang. Emily glanced at her phone screen, it was Mike. Emily immediately answered the call, taking not a single second to compose herself after her powerful climax. “Hello?” Emily answered the call. “Good afternoon, Emily” Mike said. Emily senses irritation in his voice and then she filled with panic when she realised it was almost three in the afternoon, she was seriously late. “I’m sorry” Emily said hurriedly “I’ve been held up all day, I’ll be there within the hour” “You’ll be here within thirty minutes or you’ll get your notice tomorrow. Don’t fuck with me Emily. I put my neck out for you, don’t balls it up. Be here in thirty minutes” Mike then ended the call. Emily had half an hour to clean herself up and get to the station. She got up from the sofa and ran to the bathroom. She peeled off her pissy panties and turned on the shower. She discarded her panties into a corner of the room and then she showered thoroughly but quickly. With her hair still wet, she ran into the bedroom and set out her outfit for the day. Black combat trousers, black t shirt, black toe capped boots, this was her uniform. The standard uniform of the Agency. She rushed around looking for underwear and cursed herself when she realised she had no clean panties available. She didn’t debate the problem for long, she would not go commando. She rummaged through her dirty washing and laid out all of her panties in a line on the floor. Her plan was to choose the cleanest and wear them but none were as clean as she would like. In the end, she chose a pair of dark blue bikini briefs which were slightly pee stained but were otherwise clean. She got dressed quickly and brushed her teeth. She was in a rush, she had only fifteen minutes left. With a splitting headache, a swirling stomach and in a generally bad mood, Emily got in her car and drove. To what, she was not sure. Emily arrived in Mike’s office with only a few minutes to spare. She looked well turned out and professional but inside she felt terrible. Her hangover was strong and it was only caffeine and gum that made her situation bearable. Inside the office she found Mike pouring through papers, she knocked on the open door to alert him to her presence. Mike looked up from his papers, “nice of you to join us” he said sarcastically. “I’m sorry” Emily said sincerely. “It’s fine. You’re here now, sit down please” Mike said and then explained to Emily exactly what her case would be. “There’s been some strange happenings over at the old car factory, you know the place? Over past the stadium?” Emily nodded, Mike continued. “It’s a simple case, just go there and see what’s going on. It’s probably just kids but just in case it’s more serious, we’re sending you in with a small team. You should have seen Barbara but because of your timekeeping that’s not possible now. So, go down to the duty room and ask for Sarah and Clara. They’re on your team and going with you to investigate the factory. Don’t forget, this is your case. You are in charge. Now, off you go. Be safe” Emily nodded acceptance of her orders and then left Mike’s office. Emily felt relieved. She had feared a dangerous case but investigating a factory seemed easy. She felt at ease. So, with a steady heart she met Sarah and Clara in the duty room and then, the three ladies went to investigate the car factory. It was almost five in the afternoon when the ladies arrived at the factory. The sun was gloomy grey and seemed to offer nothing but forbidding. The three ladies stepped out from their vehicle and stared at the vast, expansive building that towered in front of them. “I think it’s best if we split up” Emily suggested. The two other ladies murmured agreement. “Sarah, you start at the south end and start making your way north. Clara, you start at the north end and look to meet Sara in the middle. I’ll start from the west and head east, if all goes well we’ll all meet somewhere in the middle. Sound good?” Emily asked and again recurved a murmur of agreement. The ladies set off in their respective directions towards the forbidding factory. The vast building was in neglect and had not seen human activity in many years. All three ladies were nervous upon setting foot in the factory. They had went there expecting kids, but what awaited within was far worse. Emily’s hurried footsteps echoed around the cacophonous space. She was running. She was being chased. Voices spoke in a language she did not understand, but they were getting closer. Emily stepped quickly to the left to hide in a small alcove. She pulled an iron sheet in front of her to act as a door and shield. She was hidden, for the time being at least. She stood bolt upright and perfectly still. Her breathing was laboured but she tried hard to not be heard. The voices were closer now, very close. Emily could hear make voices speaking and they were getting closer. There was a gun shot and the sound echoed throughout the factory. Emily jumped. She was filled with terror. A terror she had never known before. She sobbed silently hoping it would all be over soon or that it was just a bad dream. She didn’t know it, but she was wetting herself. At the sound of the gunshot her bladder had failed and poured its contents down Emily’s legs. She didn’t notice. She was too afraid to notice. Warm urine flowed through her underwear and streamed down both legs. Most trickled gently into her boots, but some flowed over her boots and streamed underneath her iron clad hiding place. An iron clad hiding place that soon descended into chaos. The iron sheet was thrown back. Emily was exposed. The men searching for her had seen her urine trickling from beneath the iron sheet. Emily screamed as the men grabbed her. She wriggled and fought but they were too strong. She screamed for help, but no help came. Emily was dragged to an old shell of a car and forced onto her knees. She was crying and screaming for help but no help seemed near. Emily pleaded but the men ignored her. Emily’s colleagues joined her by the car shell soon later and the ladies were reunified again. All three girls were crying and pleading for mercy. They were all on their knees, terrified and unknowing of what was to come. Emily and Sarah were both soaked in urine. Both girls had lost their bladders when they had been found by the men. The other girl, Clara, seemed to be the only one who had not disgraced herself. The ladies were left alone for ten minutes. They had no idea what their captors were doing. “We have to get out of here” Emily whispered, but she got no response except the constant crying and whimpers from her colleagues. Then the men returned. There were four men. One of them had a gun. The armed man strode towards the ladies and held the gun to Sarah’s head. “Tell me who you are?” The man demanded in an unusual accent. “I’m nobody” Sarah pleaded. “Lies! Truth, or I kill your right now!” The man growled. “It is true! Please!” Sarah pleased. “Kill her” another man called out. The man primed his gun. Sarah screamed a wild scream, a scream made only by one staring death in the face. The man placed his finger on the trigger. “No!” Sarah screamed. The trigger moved. “I’m in charge!” Emily shouted. All four men turned to stare at the young woman. Emily saw their gaze and shuddered. “You’re in charge?” The man with the gun asked in surprise. “I am Emily Fairfax and this is my team!” She screamed angrily. “You? Boss? Boss that pisses herself, yeah right” the man spat in disgust. “Yes. I’ve pissed myself. I pissed myself this morning too, last night I wet the bed. I might be scared but I’m still in charge, so fuck you” Emily said defiantly. The four men looked at each other then looked back at Emily. Urine was pooling around her again. “You piss yourself now?” The man asked. “Yes” she answered defiantly staring the man straight in the eyes. “That’ll do” a male voice called out from the distance. Then it was all over. The voice who called out was Mike Malloy. He strode towards the three ladies snd greeted them a friendly hello. The three girls were in stunned disbelief. The three started at each other as if one of them had an answer. The girls were bewildered and looked at Mike for an explanation. “East girls” he said calmly “it’s all part of the training” he said matter of factly. “Part of the training?” Emily asked in astonishment. “Yeah. We needed to know neither of you would lose your nerve if captured. You all passed” Mikes attitude was verging on insulting and the ladies were becoming angry. “A test? A test? I was terrified” Sarah shouted angrily. “I thought we were all going to die” Clara put in. “It’s over now though” Mike said “you all passed and it’ll be made known that you’re now full inductees. Congratulations! But now, I’ve gotta run” then he left. Just like that. The girls were freed from their bindings and were then left alone. They still didn’t comprehend exactly what had transpired. It felt like a really bad joke, in really bad taste. The three girls were walking back to their vehicle in silence. It was now late evening and the gloomy grey had been replaced by a bright pink hue. Emily decided it was her responsibility to break the silence and lighten the mood. “I hope we have something to sit on in the car, I’m a mess” Emily said. “Me too” Sarah said “that was horrible” Emily nodded agreement. “You must be braver than us” Emily said to Clara. “I’m not” she answered calmly. “You are! Look at me! I’m a mess, I didn’t think it was possible to pee as much as I did” Emily said humorously. “I’m not brave” Clara said again “I wet myself too, probably more than both of you” “Doesn’t look like it to me” Emily said. “I’m wearing a diaper” Clara admitted “I was scared that this might happen, so I wore a diaper. When I get scared I pee, I can’t help it” she said sadly. “Me too” Sarah chimed in. “And me” Emily agreed. “I might have done a little more than pee…” Sarah admitted “when he had that gun at my head I felt like something happened, you know, back there” Sarah said gesturing to her butt. “Let me see and I’ll tell you” Emily offered helpfully. Sarah dropped her soaked black combat trousers to reveal her urine and poop stained underwear. Her white briefs did nothing to hide her double accident. “Is it bad?” Sarah asked. “You’ve definitely had a number two accident” Emily said “but it’s not too bad” “Oh well. Not the first time” Sarah said calmly as she pulled her trousers back up “anyone else shit themselves?” Sarah asked in amusement. “No” Emily said truthfully “but I wet myself two or three times and if I’m being honest, these panties were already pee stained before I wore them this morning. I ran out of clean panties and these were the cleanest I could find” “Sounds familiar” Sarah said with a chuckle. “I’d peed myself before even getting out the car! I just saw the place and it looked so scary, I just peed. Not much but I did” Clara said. “Me too” Emily admitted. “Look at us” Sarah said “three ladies of the elite Ladies Syndicate Enforcement Agency and not a single one of us can control our bladders!” All three girls laughed. This was their first day together. It would not be their last.
  6. Yes. She knew before we became a couple and she has wet herself for me a couple of times and I have done the same in front of her once but it felt weird so I haven’t done it again since.
  7. Electric cars do indeed accelerate faster then combustion cars. With an electric motor there is no lag between pushing the throttle and power delivery, it’s instant. Whereas with traditional combustion there are more moving parts which all require time to react, spool (turbo) and finally drive the pistons.
  8. This. I personally think this is a good differentiator between the two. I would definitely refer to the pictures above as pull-ups, in my mind diapers are much bulkier and have an almost entirely different use case.
  9. I feel like this is something created by video producers so they can add an extra element to their content. I find it hard to believe anyone would actually do this just to make someone feel better.
  10. Fair warning this does contain messing. A few days ago I had a very interesting conversation with my fiancés sister. We were having a conversation about the law and how so many laws are either unsuitable or need adapting for use in the modern world. During the wide ranging discussion I brought up public urination and how people have and can be prosecuted for indecent exposure because of something as trivial as being caught short. Her opinion surprised the life out of me and that is why I’m writing it here. When I asked for her take on the matter she opined thus; “I understand why people do that, most people are brought up to believe anything is better than peeing yourself and because of that, some people go to extreme lengths to avoid this. I actually think this is something society should look at again” I thought her take was both liberal but also very pragmatic at the same time. Neither of these things surprised me that much. In the couple of years I’ve known her, I’ve learnt she is a very good natured person and try’s to see the world in a positive light. To be honest, regardless of my (and our kink as a community) kink I genuinely thought her opinion to be enlightened. Anyway, after listening carefully to her response, I challenged her on what she defined as extreme lengths. “I’m sure we’ve all done it at some point or another and it might be hypocritical to say it, but I think the very manner of holding until it’s painful is extreme. Is it really worth it? When we were younger we all wet ourselves, it’s considered a natural part of human development and nobody bats an eyelid if a young person has an accident and whilst I understand the developmental reasons why this is the case, would it really be so bad to allow adults a similar leeway?” Her question wasn’t rhetorical but I only gave a half answer, I wanted to hear her opinions, untainted by my own. “I’ll put it this way; in any other facet of life it’s considered totally normal and practical to avoid pain and discomfort at just about any cost. Yet, when it comes to bodily functions, it’s the opposite. Society considers pain preferable to potential embarrassment. I’m not saying people should be running around peeing whenever the mood takes them, but rather society should be more tolerable when an accident does occur” She was speaking passionately, as if she really believed strongly in what she was saying. So, I asked how she came to this opinion. “The first time the thought occurred to me was 4 or 5 years ago, (she’s now 25) I was at summer cottage with a friend and their family and we were out on a long walk through the forest. We’d been walking for a while and I needed the toilet. I didn’t know their family well so I didn’t dare suggest going back so I could use the toilet, so I held on. I kept holding on for what felt like a long time, I was in pain. I still remember the panic I felt when my underwear suddenly turned warm, and then my legs, and ankles. I didn’t say anything or make a fuss I just silently had a wee. My first reaction was panic but then I started to think; that wasn’t so bad. My friends’ parents reaction was one of anger. They said I was shameful to be doing that at my age and that I had embarrassed them. I remember crying, but it wasn’t embarrassment, it was their anger that made me cry. I went home the next day and told mum what happened and her reaction was the total opposite, her reaction was like; well, you didn’t turn into dust did you? Do you think you’re the first young woman to have an accident? After this, I really started to think about the morals behind it” I’ll be honest, I was a little aroused listening to her recount this story and I really wanted to know more but it just didn’t seem appropriate, but I did gently probe the subject. I feigned ignorance at her story and just asked; so you wet yourself? “Yes, I’m not even entirely sure it was an accident” when she said this she laughed at the same time as if sharing an inside joke with herself but then went on, “I mean, it wasn’t a choice I made, but neither did I do much to stop it? I don’t know if that makes sense but I think I had unconsciously just given up” Then a thought occurred to me so I asked; why didn’t you pee in the trees somewhere, surely there’s plenty of privacy in a forest? “It wasn’t about privacy, it was about comfort. I didn’t want to pee in the bushes like an animal, I wanted a toilet but I didn’t have one. I never considered peeing in the bushes” I smiled at that. Partly because I admired her conviction, but also because I’m a pervert who wanted to hear more about it, so I said; “so you peed in your pants instead of a bush?” I asked sarcastically. “Yes” she said “and If faced with the same choice I would do it again” “Really?” I asked eagerly in genuine surprise. “Yes. What I learnt that day was that the pain is just not worth it. I was in agony and for what? My dignity? To avoid embarrassment? I didn’t feel any of that. I didn’t turn into dust, I haven’t turned into dust. The only outcome was that at first it made me warm, then it made me cold and then I had to wash some clothes. What’s so bad about that?” I knew she was serious but I could hardly believe it. If I hadn’t of known her so well I would have thought I was being trolled. “When you out it like that…” I said vaguely, as if I knew nothing about such things. “Seriously. The only bad part about it was her parents’ reaction. Without that it’s nothing to make a fuss about. Which proves my point. If society becomes more tolerable, it immediately removes the only bad part about such things” I felt the subject found trail off at this point but I was eager to avoid that outcome. I still wanted to know more, I wanted to dig deeper but I also didn’t want to sound weird. So, I decided to impress upon her academic instincts and challenged her theory. “Yeah…” I said distantly “but one example doesn’t prove a theory, does it? It’s very easy to categorise a single event as not that bad because by its very nature, a one off is just that, a one off event not to be repeated. It just seems too easy to say it’s not that bad. Particularly as time has probably clouded your judgement” Even as I posed my challenge, I was nervous of the response. My fiancée knows of my kink but I didn’t want it to become common knowledge, I really believed I was walking a thin line. Of course, I wasn’t actually in danger of outing this secret but it felt like it at the time. “Fair point” she said “but it’s not a one off event is it” As soon as I heard the words come from her mouth my heart started beating heavier. “It happens loads when we’re children” she said, and immediately my heart sank again. Then she chuckled. “I’m being facetious and hypocritical” she said, still chuckling “I have wet myself since then, it just seems weird to say it out loud” I really couldn’t believe me ears. When I started out down this path by bringing up the public urination, I never once thought it would go this far. I hoped to maybe hear a couple of stories about close calls, but I never would have hoped for an outright admission. However, as surprised as I was I was also aroused by what I was hearing and I didn’t really know how I should react. In the end, I didn’t really react at all, at least as far as I realised. In my mind my face was stone, but I don’t know what the reality was. Nonetheless, whatever by reaction actually was, it couldn’t have been that bad because she continued to talk. “I blame society for that too. It shouldn’t feel strange to say that I have and do wet myself” “So” I said blankly “it’s happened since?” I said trying my best to hide my interest. “Yes” she said “If I’m away from home I will hold until I start to feel uncomfortable and then, if I still have no access to a toilet, I’ll just have a wee wherever I am. That’s how I look at it really. I don’t really see it as wetting myself. I just see it as having a wee, and if I’m having a wee through my clothes, so be it, but I’m still just emptying my bladder” she said seriously. I was staggered by her honesty but I also couldn’t help but agree inwardly at what she was saying. It just sounded so reasonable. “People stare” she said “but I don’t think that’s terribly surprising. One time I was walking back home from the city. It was a Saturday afternoon and the streets were busy. I didn’t know the area well and I didn’t feel comfortable trying to stop in a random bar. So, I just had a wee in my underwear and jeans. That was one of the first times I had done that but it felt good and I didn’t turn into dust. Now it just feels normal. My roommates are used to it. They found it weird at first but now they understand. Really, it just heavy I do more washing than them” she said and then laughed. My penis was hard listening to her words. I hid it as best I found but I wanted to know more. “Does it happen often?” I asked. “Why?” She asked. “I’m just curious” I said as innocently as I could. “We’ve been talking about this for a while, you’ve asked a lot of questions” she said. “It’s an interesting topic” I said. “So, you find me having a wee interesting?” She asked with a hint of something I couldn’t quite identify. “We’ll… um… I don’t know” I stammered. “Do you want to know something interesting?” She asked. “Depends what it is” I said nervously. She said nothing at first, but just smiled. She looked me dead in the eye and held her gaze for several moments. She licked her lip gently and then ruffled her hair. Her eyes never left mine and it felt as though she could see straight through me. “I need a wee” she finally said. I felt like a deer in the headlights. “Well, the um toilet is there” I said meekly gesturing to the bathroom. “The toilet is pointless now” she said. “I don’t know what you mean?” I said honestly, I really didn’t know what was happening. “What’s the point of peeing in a toilet when I’ve already started in my underwear” she said. A moment later she stood up from the sofa. She looked tall stood above me but I knew she was actually much shorter than myself. Her body was lithe and petite and her dark sports style shorts seemed to hug her thighs. My head was at the height of her crotch and being so close, I could make out a faint wetness against her crotch. Then, without a word she dropped her shorts to her ankles. In my face was now her pissy pussy. She wore grey underwear which showed the evidence of her words beautifully. She had indeed already started to pee in her underwear. “A little bird tells me you like a girl with a weak bladder” she said. I stammered some useless noises in reply. “I’m a girl with a weak bladder!” She said in an inflated cute voice “and I realllly need a wee!” I had now realised what was happening but I still didn’t know how to deal with it appropriately. How does someone prepare for such a thing? “Don’t ignore me!” She demanded in a childish manner and then started to wee in her underwear again as if to grab my attention. A trickle of pee bounced off the laminate floor and made a small puddle by her feet. “I’m not ignoring you” I said trying to maintain my compose. “Touch me” she demanded. I didn’t move a muscle at her demand, so she did it for me. She took a firm grip of my right hand and pressed it firmly into her pissy crotch. It felt wonderfully warm. I pressed my fingers gently against her pussy and warm pee began to trickle through my fingers. All of my senses were tingling with delight. “Do you want to know something?” She asked. “Yes” I said somewhat breathlessly. “When I woke up this morning I was horny as hell” she said “I was horny because I woke up in a puddle of wee. I had emptied my bladder in my sleep and I knew nothing until I woke up and I was soaking wet and cold. But being cold is a turn off, so I peed a little more, just to warm myself up. Then, I fingered myself through my pissy underwear and I peed even more as I came. Would you like that? If you had have been there this morning?” “I’d have taken you there and then for being a naughty little girl” I said firmly. She bit her lip. “It’s not that naughty…” she said feigning innocence. “Is it not?” I asked suspiciously. “You’re too innocent for me” she said haughtily. “Try me” I replied. “Do you want to know what I did last week?” I said nothing but just nodded. “Last week I was at the beach with my roommates. I was wearing these shorts and an old pair of purple knickers. I’d already had a wee on the boat on the way to the beach so I was already pissy when I got to the beach. So, later on when I needed a wee again, I just stood and peed in my underwear again. Problem was, I didn’t only need to pee and my rule doesn’t just hold for pee. So, not being one for hypocrisy, I took a poop in my underwear too. How does that make you feel? Knowing that I pooped in my pants” “I don’t believe you” I said teasingly “you’re too much of a good girl for that” I suggested. She stared back at me, her big blue eyes seemed to shimmer. Her brow seemed to be damp with sweat and she was licking her lips regularly. My hand was still resting against her pissy crotch which was now beginning to cool as no more urine had left her body in the last few moments. “You doubt me?” She asked. “You’re too much of a good girl for that. A little bit of wee, sure, but poop? Nope” I said. “Fuck you” she said. A second later warm pee streamed through my fingers again. The urine steam sprayed off in several directions but it all ended up pooling on the floor by our feet. There was a stream running down the inside of bother her legs and a separate torrent seemed to be pouring from her rear end. She took a hold of my hands again and placed them both on her bum cheeks. She was still having a wee and the grey cotton of her rear end was growing darker with every passing second. Her bum was pert and shapely, her perfect shape made more defined by the soaked grey cotton which hugged her contours. Then it happened. A second later she moaned audibly and then true to her word, she took a shit in her underwear. The grey cotton sagged slightly as it struggled to hold the weight of the load she had dropped in there. She continued to moan breathlessly as she forced more and more poop into her beleaguered underwear. All the while she was still peeing and a huge puddle had formed on the floor. I was horny and without even realising it, I had begun to tug myself whilst staring at disbelief at her soiled bum. “Never say I’m a liar” she said. Then she turned around swiftly and saw me tugging myself. She rested her hand on my thigh and gestured for me to stop. “Don’t waste it” she said. Then, she started to lead me towards the bathroom. Her underwear was soaked, they sagged tremendously under the weight of poop she had dropped there and she smelled overwhelmingly of fresh urine and poop. “Look in there” she said gesturing to a wicket basket. I opened the basket and was hit by the unmistakable scent of stale urine. Under her instruction I started to rummage through the laundry and pull out ladies underwear as I found them. I later out 8 pairs of knickers on the floor in front of us. There was a variety, of briefs, boyshorts, hipsters and a thong. “Get closer” she instructed me. I grabbed a pair at random, a pair of purple briefs, and held them to my nose. The aroma of urine filled my nostrils. I looked at the gusset and obvious pee staining was visible. “You like?” She asked. I nodded, so she gestured for me to take more. I went though them all one by one. They were all heavily piss stained and the thong was caked in skid marks and stale urine. “Someone is a messy little girl” I said. “She is” she agreed “but they’re not mine. They’re my roommates” I looked up at her in astonishment. “I thought they were yours?” I said. “Nope. She hasn’t realised that I know. But I’ve known for a while” “How?” I asked in genuine curiosity. “Sometimes it’s as simple as a wet spot on her jeans, sometimes she smells of pee. It’s not difficult” she said evenly “point is though, how you feel now is how I feel when I see her with a pissy wet spot in her jeans. I want her like you want me and you’re going to help me get her” I stared at her blankly unable to fully understand exactly what was happening. I was beginning to think I was being played. “I’m proposing a threesome” she said sensing my confusion “I’m yours right now, but I want you both in the future” she said. I couldn’t resist. I would done anything to have her in that moment. The smell of her piss was enough to drive me crazy, but her soiled bum was the cherry on the cake. “Fine” I said. Then she smiled and then we had sex.
  11. I don’t want to sound like everyone else but we are actually a very welcoming bunch here! I should know, I’ve been here 10 years! Should you decide you do want to share more, I’ll look forward to reading it.
  12. I think men have slightly bigger bladder but I don’t know how much of a difference that makes. I think it heavily depends on the individual and the relative strength of their bladders. But I would probably think by and large men can hold longer than women but I’m happy to be proven wrong.
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