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AlwaysOmo

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    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Tickling
    Watersports
    Master / Slave
    Sadism / Masochism
    Spanking
    Stomach bulging

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  1. Today, me and my partner had a conversation about kinks and I decided it was time to tell him about my interest in pee. Surprisingly, it went over well, better than expected, and he even sent me a video of him peeing for me! Just goes to show that a lot of people are more open-minded to this than I previously thought. I'm so thrilled he accepted this aspect of me, even if he isn't into it himself. Anyone else tell their partners about their fetish? What was your experience? How did they react? Were they willing to participate? I consider myself very lucky to be with someone who doesn't judge me for this and I hope the same for all of you. Either way, I'd love to hear your experiences.
  2. Trust me, it isn't. I've gone through phases in the past where it stopped being an issue, but now it's probably the worst it's ever been. Interferes with everything and keeps me from a lot of activities. Problem is, it's taken over so much of my life that I may be beyond help. Any work I've done to try to desensitize myself has only resulted in more anxiety from repeatedly trying and failing in different situations. It's just left me even more avoidant and discouraged, with fewer and fewer options as time goes by. So, I suppose all I can do is continue to plan around it and try to live with it to the best of my ability. At the moment, that means trying to work on my bladder capacity, so I at least won't get so panicky when an urge arises. All of my "just in case" pees have greatly diminished my holding ability to a fraction of what it used to be. So, if I can at least fix that habit, life can become a lot more bearable.
  3. I thought of another one that stood out to me. One of my personal favorites, actually. Surprised I didn't mention it sooner. There is an episode of The Nanny where Fran and Mr. Sheffield are at some type of dinner and end up getting locked in the bathroom together because the doorknob broke or something. Mr. Sheffield gets desperate, as he had a few drinks during the dinner (if I remember correctly the line was: "two VERY LARGE martinis") but refuses to pee in front of Fran. She ends up teasing him a little (I think she even runs the water in the sink) and tells him that it's not that big of a deal and that she wouldn't look, all the while he becomes more flustered and embarassed over the situation. Eventually, Fran climbs out the window onto the fire escape to give him some privacy, and there's a quick pee scene shown from the back with a sigh of relief. This one really sticks in my mind because of the dynamic between the two characters (I think this was from an earlier episode, so there is a lot of flirting and unresolved tension there) and the fact that this scene ticks all the right boxes for me in terms of omo tropes. Now, I don't know the name of the episode this comes from, nor could I possibly tell you what else happens in it aside from this one scene haha, but it's definitely worth checking out if you haven't seen it already.
  4. I had a desperate experience the other night, so I thought I would share it with you guys. Hope you enjoy! On Saturday, my mother and I went out for dinner and drinks with some family friends of ours. Being as pee-shy as I am, I prepared for this by limiting my fluids earlier on in the day (Well, more than usual, anyhow) so the drinks at dinner wouldn't go straight through me. All day I'd only had 2 espresso shots in the morning, and a 12oz Red Bull in the afternoon. Nothing else. (Yes, I know that's not healthy, please don't lecture me.) I also made sure to pee right before leaving the house, as yet another precaution. We got to the restaurant around 7:30 and I ordered a rum and coke. It was much more dilute than I expected it to be, served in a 20 oz glass with lots of ice. I sipped it slowly, of course, as I knew we weren't going home for a least a few hours. I figured the slower I drank, the less likely I would get the urge to pee while we out. My strategy appeared to work in my favor, as I still didn't feel an urge until halfway through the 3rd (and last) round, which was 3 hours later. By this time, I was feeling pretty tipsy as well and wasn't particularly aware of the state of my bladder. It was the least of my concerns and any urge I had was easily ignorable, as I was too wrapped up in conversation to pay it much attention. However, since one of my mother's friends needed a ride home, which would place a delay on me getting home, I figured I'd better at least attempt to use the bathroom before leaving the restaurant. It seemed like a wise thing to do, judging by all of the alcohol and caffeine in my system. And, because I'd had a few drinks in me, I figured I'd be too uninhibited to be pee-shy. Although, once I got into the stall, I quickly found out I assumed wrong. Even though I had the restroom to myself, there was simply too much talking and commotion going on outside the bathroom door for me to be able to go. I found all of the noise from the bar area to be distracting, and the thought that someone could walk in at any point froze me up. I tried straining to force the pee out, but nothing happened. So I gave up and returned to the table to get ready to leave. Trying to go had only made my need worsen, partially out of frustration and in part due to anxiety. Before, when I had been sitting down at the table, I felt next to nothing at all, but now I was aware that the urge was rapidly building. My drinks were catching up with me, all seeming to hit my bladder at once. By the time I got in the car, my urge was pretty strong. I had to suffer in silence, though, as both my mother and her friend assumed I'd just gone less than 10 minutes ago, not that I would've mentioned it anyways. The further we got down the street, the more I just wanted to get this over with and go home. I could feel my bladder throbbing, my urethra pulsing with urgency, and I couldn't guarantee that I could hold it when my bodily sensations were being blunted by the booze. However, that wasn't entirely a bad thing, as it made the discomfort easier to tolerare than if I were sober. It was easier to tune it out for the duration of the ride than it would've been otherwise, easier for me to sit with my desperation and not let it fully consume me, easier for me to accept the idea of potentially losing control. What was harder to tune out, however, was the excitement that came from the scenario. I have to admit that I got a little flustered at the thought of it. When we arrived at the friend's house, a part of me considered asking to use his bathroom, but I was too shy to ask and knew I'd probably freeze up. So, instead I kept quiet until my mother walked him to the door and said goodnight. Then, when she returned I made her aware of my "issue", asking her to take me home ASAP and to give me the privacy I need once we get inside. I told her I really had to go and was close to possibly having an accident, potentially in her car unless we got home quick enough. When I'm at this point, I tend not to sugarcoat things anymore. So, she agreed to drop me off at the side door of our building while she found a parking space, so I could quickly run upstairs and relieve myself, hopefully before she got into the apartment. Even in my own home, and especially when desperate, I struggle to go unless I have complete privacy, which often means I need to ask my family to keep their distance from the bathroom door whilst I'm in it. The futher the better, really. So, in order to make this work for me, I had to be fast. Once I let myself into the building, I bolted up the stairs to our floor. (I know better than to risk getting stuck in the elevator. I may be paranoid, but I've seen that trope happen too many times and I wouldn't be surprised if it happened to me irl.) I quickly unlocked the door, hastily threw my coat and bag over the chair, and locked myself in the bathroom. Breathing heavily, I just as hastily pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet, praying I'd finally be able to pee. It took a second to get started, but once I did it all came rushing out in a narrow, high pressured stream. I had to go so badly that I could only empty my bladder about halfway on the first try. I tried again a few minutes later, and discovered I'd been holding much more than I thought. The second pee must've lasted at least 40 seconds, if not a minute, this time flowing out gently and steadily, effortlessly compared to the first. It felt great to sit back and let it all slowly drain out. My whole body felt so light and tingly afterwards, satisfied and relieved. The satisfaction carried over to the next day, as I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's not often I have close calls like this, since I usually take so many steps to avoid them, so when I do have them it always ends up turning me on like no other. Which is why I thought I'd share my experience while it was still fresh in my mind. Hope this was good enough for my first time posting something recent. I don't tend to embellish much so I hope this was detailed enough as it was.
  5. Does anyone know of any Sims 2 mods along these lines?
  6. I know I'd have no chance of holding it that long, so I'd probably just wet myself and hope my pants dry by the time the tow truck gets there. Either that or, as others have said, look for a container or something absorbant in my car to use.
  7. I haven't done this yet, but I have considered it. Been thinking about this more lately and bought some pull-ups to try out. Not sure if I would be able to use them when people are around or if I'd still tense up regardless, but I figured it would be a nice assurance to have one on in situations where finding a private enough bathroom isn't possible. I'd feel a lot less anxious on car trips, at concerts, at the movies, etc. I mostly plan on wearing them in situations like this, or at home for some added comfort as I do like the feeling of having that protection and the added ease that comes with it. Having them as a backup would make me feel a lot more secure overall and perhaps it would give me more freedom to travel and go to events if stressing over the bathroom and managing my fluid intake were not a concern. The one drawback though, is I live with family so I have to figure out a way of hiding them/disposing of used ones. If anyone has any tips for this, let me know.
  8. So glad to see more of this! I enjoyed reading this series so much and just can't get enough of it. It easily tops my list. Love how fleshed-out the characters are, and the writing style is just superb! So pleased to see the new updates and look forward to more in the future, if you decide to continue. Also, I have to say that the way you depicted shy bladder syndrome and the frustration and challenges that come with it is very true to life and resonates with some of my own experiences. I have to agree with Kenneth, that it is not something I would wish even on my worst enemy. But, I digress. Your writing describes it perfectly.
  9. The elevator thing is one of my top fantasies, however cliche it may be. Of course, in reality, it would be more of an awkward situation than a fun one. I'd also be more concerned about when I'm going to get out of the elevator than I would be about the person next to me! Mostly because I, personally, don't want to be stuck in this situation, to the degree where I try to avoid elevators overall and never get in one if I need to pee, in the event of being trapped inside for an unknown time frame. But anyways, if I were stuck in an elevator with someone who was desperate, it would obviously be exciting, but out of courtesy to the person, I'd try to refrain from looking too much. I'd try to seem indifferent yet sympathetic, if possible, but I would feel the anticipation the entire time wondering if, when, and where they would inevitably pee. When it comes to helping them, I'd assure them it's okay to wet if they can't hold it or turn away if they decided to use the corner, but I would approach this more as a matter of fact solution and out of concern for their comfort, rather than out of personal interest.
  10. Interesting. I have thought of this before when working on some of my fiction writing, as I had to write a scene where a character threw up. There are a lot of similarities. Both involve an inability to control a bodily urge, followed by an involuntary reflex. Both might also involve rushing to the bathroom or reaching for the nearest receptacle. And both can be quite embarassing in a public setting. When it comes to bodily functions, I have only ever been into pee, but I suppose I could see the appeal in something like vomiting or sneezing, simply because of the reflex. There is just as much of a build up and an eventual release. It's something I can see myself liking in theory, due to the loss of control, but otherwise it's not really my cup of tea.
  11. Yeah, I must clarify that I was most likely dehydrated when I did the 36 hr hold. I maybe had like a liter at most spread out throughout that day and a half (though I don't remember exactly) I just wanted to prove I could reach that time, even if I was technically cheating the system by not drinking lol. Also, that was only a one time thing and I doubt I would ever attempt it again. At the end, it started to hurt a bit and my bladder was close to just giving up because of how irritated it was, even if it wasn't uncomfortably full. While it can be fun to test your limits, I really don't recommend anyone try this.
  12. I've talked about this before, I believe. I'm the same way. When I don't drink enough, I can practically hold it indefinitely. As someone with a shy bladder, I have to do this often, and by often I mean every time I leave my house. Once, to avoid using public restrooms on a road trip, I restricted my fluids and didn't pee throughout the 14 hour journey. I also did some experiments as a teenager (which were stupid in hindsight and probably damaged my bladder) where I drank very very little in order to complete a 36 hr hold, and back then I was doing 24 hr holds of this nature almost daily. If I were drinking normally at this time, I'd probably only last 3-4 hours, tops! When I fill up fast, I have almost no ability to hold it. Holding (very) small amounts for a long time tends to be more painful, however. After a while, even if you don't really have an urge to pee, your bladder sort of aches instead to remind you that you haven't peed in a while. I'm not sure if this is due to the pee being more concentrated, but it can feel irritating at times and burn a little on the inside. And during those extended holds that I used to do, around the 20hr mark, this would be evident. It can even sometimes be hard to get started if you've held it this long, at least in my experience. For me, if I drink anywhere near a healthy amount or have any caffiene in my system, all bets are off. My bladder can't handle it. I develop an urgent need very quickly and when I'm that full, I can't hold it for very long and I sometimes have to go multiple times after the first pee. Some might see this as a good thing, that I can make myself desperate very quickly, and I'll agree it's fun when you're doing it on purpose, but not so much when you're not in control of it and have to plan your whole lifestyle around making sure your bladder doesn't do this at inoppurtune moments. The middle ground, holding a moderate amount for a few hours, always feels the best to me. That usually happens if I'm busy with something and don't find the time to pee or don't notice I need to until I'm done with whatever it was I'm doing. It's just enough to feel the sensation without being in pain or feeling the need to rush to the bathroom straightaway. It's something you can sit with and hold off emptying a little while longer, and to me it's the most pleasant. Especially compared to the other two types of urges.
  13. I had a dream like this once, except it was an internet cafe where we can all access the forums, and you sign in under your username at a reception desk at the front. It had multiple floors and old CRT monitors, and I remember having fun chatting with some of the users I recognized.
  14. Loved this story! This was my first time reading any of your fictional works, and needless to say you exceeded my already high expectations. Love what you did with this concept and the dialog is superb! I've thought about the idea of politicians being desperate before, as I'm sure it happens very frequently. But on top of the types of situations they find themselves in with no oppurtunity to go to the bathroom, they must also remain totally professional, lest they risk their career/reputation. I have toyed with this idea a bit in my own writing, but never in a situation like this one! I may have to take some inspiration for my next project. Well done!
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