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fullride

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  1. Very nicely done! Loved Mia being filled with his pee and would love to see the reverse along with some more Dom/Sub play exchanging roles...
  2. 5' 8" male, 870ml so let's say that's a 22.
  3. I've gotten so used to FBOs and their intense pressure/pleaseure on the prostate that it's now very difficult for me to orgasm without a full bladder... which can be very inconvenient at times! However, my SO is more than willing to fill me up whenever she gets the urge.
  4. My SO occasionally introduces e-stim into our play time to ramp up the intensity of the... tests she puts me through. It usually consists of the square sticky pads placed either horizontally or vertically across the top of my bladder in “pulse” mode while she varies the intensity. Above a certain level, you can see the bladder involuntarily contract and above maybe a 6-7 on the hold scale, it's excruciatingly impossible not to leak. Occasionally, she'll apply them to my balls as a distraction from the bladder pressure. We've tried a sterilized e-stim urethral probe, but I've ruled that out (she does occasionally let me have some small say in the direction of our playtime) as I find the intensity inside the urethra itself to be extremely unpleasant and I'll invariably lose my erection. What we'd love to try however is a probe where only the tip is electrified such that, once past the urethral sphincter, she can stimulate only the bladder... from the inside with the other contact being a std. sticky pad on top. We've not been able to find such a probe; they all have contacts the full length. I'd love to hear others' experiences with e-stim while holding, and if anyone knows where one can get a probe as I describe above, please post!
  5. I find a couple over-the-counter Soft Gel diuretics really increases the fill rate. Need to replenish sodium / potassium regardless after a massive fill.
  6. I'm definitely a straight, male sub but definitely not into femdom humiliation. Rather, femdom... "encouragement" where the woman encourages the sub to accept more and more pain / drinking / filling with increasing sexual favors and teasing. She may start out quite harsh, but as his desperation increases, she increases her distractions.
  7. Well, there does seem to be an excellent mix on the forum of those who enjoy one or the other, or both of these main aspects of omo. I'm clearly in some good company being aroused only by the desperation/pain aspect; thank you all for making me feel welcome! No need to go find an FBO-only forum Just wish there was more (some/any) straight femdom omo video content out there.
  8. The omo definition in Urban Dictionary is, “Japanese word meaning "to wet oneself". A paraphilia involving urinating on oneself but also arousal brought on by having a full bladder...” For me, it's the latter; not the former. The increasing pressure on my prostate and all the other nerves in that area sends the flag right up the pole; I've actually cum with zero tactile cock stimulation as my GF teases and prods my expanding bladder. Also for me, the release is not sexually stimulating; just relief-full (to coin a word). It seems I'm in a minority here on the forum on both these points. So, I'm just wondering how you all feel about it? Does omo REQUIRE wetting or can just the pleasure of building to an FBO count as well? Inquiring minds want to know... thanks!
  9. I'll preface this by saying that the piece of omo that gets me every time is the increasing desperation and pain from filling, but not the release... so maybe I'm not omo at all. My SO *loves* delivering this sexual pain by making me drink throughout our love-making while increasing her levels of tease and denial. The look in her eyes as my desperation grows is to die for. She herself is not into holding at all which I would love to change at some point, but I am blessed to have someone one who knows how to push all my buttons, especially that big one right below the bellybutton :)
  10. There are great, Jimmy... well done! Would love to read one where there's no relief for Bryce until *after* he satisfies her. She of course would be on top
  11. Couldn't agree more. What we enjoy is just femdom, second/third most popular form of porn out there; but virtually nothing in our variant. Seems a market ready to be tapped! Personally, I'm more into a consensual form where the guy willingly holds for the woman's pleasure and returned sexual favors, but any increase in content would be welcome.
  12. As a straight submissive male, I would *love* to see lots more of this sort of content with women in control of desperate men. After all, this is just another variation of femdom, certainly in the top 3 categories of porn; I don't know why our variation has received such short shrift. Judging by introductions, there certainly seems to be a significant percentage of men like me on-site here. I for one am not at all into non-consensual, humiliation-based, abusive femdom (or any non-consensual scenario for that matter) but find where the male willingly absorbs pain delivered by the woman extraordinarily hot; and when she gets off on the delivery even better. Plenty of this out there, just not in our variant.. don't know why.
  13. I'm yet another male whose buttons can only be pushed by a loving but very dominate woman. But after admittedly only a few weeks on the site, I think I may be in a pretty small minority in that wetting plays essentially no role in my and my SO's sex play. It's all about relinquishing complete control to her and accepting her gift of pressure and pain for as long as she wishes in return for her become more and more turned on by my suffering. Our sessions always end in a wonderful FBO for me with her applying pressure with various parts of her body. Pure heaven. Anyway, in response to the original post, I've written two stories along these lines; the first being similar to our real sex life (with embellishments I'm hoping to encourage): And the second definitely being a "Do NOT try this at home!" over-the-top fantasy:
  14. I've written two, the first being only a slight embellishment on my wonderful SO's and my sex life: But the second is definitely a "Do not try this at home" sort of fantasy:
  15. wonderful story; well done! I'm all about powerful women enjoying and getting turned on by their man's desperation.
  16. This story was inspired by the very first entry in the “Most extreme omorashi fantasies” thread; thank you, wetbynoon2! This started out as an entry there, but got so long that I thought it should move to the fiction forum... hope you enjoy! My wife / my Dom and I have separate baths; I am not allowed in Hers without explicit permission. I am always up long before She is and this morning, I've already had three cups of coffee. I don't know about you all, but coffee for me is the most magical drink in the world: It not only wakes and fills me up but also makes me horny as hell; a wonderful aphrodisiac. It also seems to process thru the kidneys faster than almost anything else so I'm already starting to feel the sweet pressure when She sashays downstairs dressed provocatively in a see-thru baby-doll with lacy bra and panties underneath. “Good morning, my sweet boy” She coos. I can tell something special is up (besides my pole). She takes the guitar I've been noodling on away from me, sets it on its stand, straddles me in the chair and presses her belly into my pleasantly full bladder. She leans in, licks my ear then whispers seductively, “It's bath time; follow me.” To the ends of the earth I would, but today, it's up the staircase with her sweet full ass swinging back and forth in front of my face as She mounts the stairs. We stop in front of the door to Her bath. “Disrobe then open it” She commands. I've never stripped faster, then swung the door open. What greeted me was thoroughly exciting... and menacing. Soft music was quietly playing. The shades had been drawn, the only light coming from the many lit candles that surrounded Her tub. Several were aroma candles that filled the air with their sweetness. However, there was a pervasive, extremely strong, pungent odor underneath. “May I enter?” knowing I must ask permission. “Yes, you may. Close the door behind you then walk to the tub.” A little tremor ran thru me as I shut the door; I felt like I was cutting off my escape route. “What do you see?” The tub was filled about 6-8" deep with Her bright yellow nectar! Hence, the incredibly pungent undertone. There was a small, submersible heater on the bottom. “Test the temperature. I want my sweet boy comfortable in his bath; you're going to be in there a looong time. Is it OK?” I dip my finger in.... it's very warm, above body temperature. “It feels just right, Ma'am.” “Good. I've been preparing your bath all week, saving every drop of My nectar for you. Won't it be nice to be completely submersed in me?” The thought was incredibly exciting and my bouncing dick nodded its approval. But, “Yes, Ma'am” was all I said. However, standing next to the tub was something that filled me with dread: An IV pole with an empty, clear plastic bag hanging from it with a long, clear plastic tube attached to the bottom. The tube had a closed flow control valve near the top. “Good. Let's get started. Hands behind your back, please” She said brightly. She went to a drawer in Her vanity and produced a pair of handcuffs. Whoa! We are definitely entering new waters (no pun intended) here! She slipped behind me and snapped them on, then pressed and rubbed the length of her body into my back; I could feel her taut nipples brushing my skin. Then She reached around with both hands and palpated my bladder. I was still filling from the coffee, but was only at 3-4 on the scale. Her probing fingers sent shivers of electricity thru me. “Mmmm... there seems to be plenty of room left” She whispered softly in my ear. “Climb in.” I step into the tub and lower myself down. It is quite warm and takes some getting used to. “Lie down” She commands. I lower myself until Her fluids lap at my neck, just under my chin. My stomach and bladder are now covered, and with my head just above the surface, the aroma is overpowering and unbelievably erotic; my flag pole is completely raised, poking above the surface. “I see you're enjoying my bath... I'm so glad!” She ran a finger lightly up and down both sides of my shaft, lubricating it with my pre-cum. She then rummaged in the same vanity drawer and returned with a ball gag with a hole through it...!! “So here's how the day will go...” She fitted the end of the tube through the hole so that approx. two inches protruded from the other side; I'm getting very nervous as She held it in front of my eyes. “This of course, goes in your mouth and fastens from behind. There's enough hose protruding into your mouth that you will not be able to work it out with your tongue and of course you're hands are bound. Please tilt your head forward and open wide.” With that She inserts the ball and snugly fastens it, then steps back to admire Her work. “Mmmmmmm...” She purrs. “My absolute control over you and the sweet pain you will suffer for me is making me soooo horny, as I see it is you too.” She slowly strips off Her sopping wet satin panties and holds them under my nose. “Smell my heat.” I inhale deeply; her scent is like a drug that transports me into a zone of total submission. She then takes the bag off the IV stand, holds it open beneath her and lets a torrent of Her first morning pee; strong, dark and pungent with Her female pheromones fill it at least halfway. She then holds it against my cheek. “Feel my warmth. You will soon feel me both outside and inside. I will fill your every body cavity. You will be totally immersed in Me for as long as you wish.” She hung the bag back high on the pole. “Your bladder appears to be about ½ inch below the surface of your bath water. Once I open the flow valve, I will flow into you; first your stomach then quickly into your bladder, and likely your bowels; I hope you cleaned yourself out as I previously requested. I will remove the ball and feeding tube only after your bladder distends and expands to be one inch above the surface. Until then, I will also be drinking and filling, but instead of holding, I will periodically return to replenish your fluid intake.” She licked her lips... “The thought of my relief being the source of your steadily increasing agony is driving me crazy with lust. I hope you don't take too long; I have a special surprise I know you will appreciate waiting for you when you achieve your goal. When that will be is of course completely up to you; the more you drink, the faster you will fill and the quicker we can move on to the next phase. However, your desperation and pain will of course increase exponentially along the way. You have permission to release the agonizing pressure from any orifice you like at any time you wish, but of course that will only add to the depth of your bath, pushing your freedom just that much further out of reach. Shall we begin?” I am finally starting to recognize the depth of her incredibly sensual cruelty and depravity. She opened the flow valve just a crack so only a tiny trickle started down the tube to my mouth. When it hit my tongue, I was repulsed; so strong, so salty, so bitter! I involuntarily almost spit it out, then realized I must consume it all for any hope of freedom... I swallowed. “Good boy!” She purred, then adjusted the valve such that I had to swallow about every 5 seconds or be forced to add to the depth of Her hellish bath. “I'm off to have my morning coffee now, lover. I'll check in when I'm ready to release.” She leaned over so our eyes locked together, her magnificent 38Ds, clad only in her satin lace bra, displayed in their full glory just inches from my face. “Enjoy your bath, my sweetheart. I know I will...” She whispered, gently pressed my bladder, brushed her lips on my forehead then walked out shutting the bathroom door behind Her. To be continued...
  17. Wonderful story, satyr! Loved when they were in the basement/dungeon under the club when Asha volunteers to be tied while bursting, then asks Adam to increase her torment by pressing on her. So hot!
  18. Definitely holding my bladder is easier. My SO has become an expert at teasing, edging... then backing me off from the FBO point of no return with a stern "Don't you DARE cum!" Pure torture with the bladder pressing relentlessly on all those trigger nerves. When she finally grants permission with me buried in her to the hilt, she merely has to gently probe the bulge once.
  19. I'm all about consensual female dom/male sub omo play... where I'm the sub. My biggest turn-on is having a woman encourage my fluid intake and hang on as long as possible by "rewarding" me with her sexual teases; slowly disrobing, touching, smelling, tasting her (in that order) as my desperation increases. The more inventive she is with her... "distractions" she provides along the way, the better.
  20. fullride

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    Thanks, Mike! You and I are lucky men. My Lady unfortunately does not enjoy that blissful pain (need to work on that), but loves getting me into "the zone" and keeping me there. She's become an expert at reading my desperation and knows exactly which buttons to press and when based on my level of suffering. Really looking forward to reading more from you!
  21. Hi everyone! This is my very first entry here; it is loosely based on my and my SO's actual style of play but of course, with some embellishments. I'm aware this isn't for everyone (and there's actually no wetting involved!), but we scrupulously sterilize our equipment and use only boiled, distilled water. We've yet to experience any side effects after being together for 6+ years. I am so lucky to have this wonderful woman. I hope you find it at least… “interesting”. Enjoy! I knew something was up when I stepped into the bedroom from my morning shower. She was “fully” clothed incredibly provocatively. Normally, she's waiting for me nude on the bed with a full bowl of distilled water on the nightstand with her favorite toy; a 150ml sterilized plant-watering syringe. This time, the bowl and syringe were there, but she was wearing a wonderfully short nurse's dress, cap, white nylons and matching high heels; I was already running it up the flagpole. “Please sit in the chair. I'm not happy with your capacity recently, so we're going to play a game. For every article of clothing I remove, you must ask for and accept another syringe. I will provide incentives along the way. You will not be allowed any pleasure until I'm completely disrobed. Let's get started.” This sounded great, but I knew she always had a few cruel twists up her sleeve. She then put Bolero on the MP3 player and started to slowly sway to the music. “May I please have an injection if you will take off your dress?” “My cap is first...” She filled the syringe, bent over me so I could admire her beautiful, full 38D cleavage and I received my first injection. She only took a second or two to force it in. Only then did I realize it was ice water! My bladder immediately seized up with this intruder. She lightly brushed her lips on mine, removed her cap then continued her undulations. “May I please have another syringe if you remove your dress?” “Yes, you may” She loaded the syringe and moved to inject me, but stopped. “You must first kiss the hand that will deliver your sweet pain.” She held out her hand holding the syringe; I kissed it and thanked her. She then inserted the nozzle into my urethra and started depressing the plunger noticeably slower than at first. This prolonged the intense cramping in my bladder, but I made no sounds of protest. She locked her eyes on mine as the plunger lowered. When it bottomed out, she leaned over, placed her lips over my ear and whispered, “Good boy”. I could smell her exquisite perfume. She then resumed swaying while she slowly unfastened the top two buttons of her dress (there were six) revealing just the top of her lacy white bra. “Since my dress is the major item of clothing I'm wearing, I think it deserves more than just one syringe, don't you?” she asked sweetly. I was starting to become nervous, but of course, agreed. “Good. You will take a full syringe for each pair of remaining buttons... remember to ask nicely for each.” She was clearly enjoying making up the rules as we went along. Her injection speed slowed considerably as her eyes filled with lust watching the distress build in my eyes as each load of ice water caused my violated bladder to protest with almost unbearable cramps. After the dress finally fell, she stood resplendent and magnificent in her white satin bra, panties, stockings and heels. She felt her power and control over me course through her as I gazed longingly; I was at full attention. “How many milliliters are you now carrying?” she asked. “600” I replied. “That's a good start”. With that, she moved to me and asked, “How about a little lapdance?” This is one of her favorite games. She straddled and sat on me, teasing, forcing her tongue into my mouth. While locked in this kiss, she ground her now thoroughly soaked panties forward, pressing my cock deep into my distressed bladder. She broke the kiss and again placed her lips over my ear, licked it and whispered, “Does it hurt?” “Yes Ma'am” “Good.” Her husky voice lowered... “You will soon be in exquisite agony.” With that she raised off my lap and resumed her seductive dance; I was mesmerized. “May I please have another injection if you will remove your bra?” “Of course.” She slowly drew another 150ml into the syringe then held out her hand. I kissed it then she slowly drove the contents down my urethra, her eyes sparkling with delight. 750 ml has been my limit for some time, so I was now wracked with pain while my body worked on warming up this fresh assault. She resumed her swaying to the beat with eyes closed, then she turned around so I could watch her unclasp her bra. She slipped it off and returned to me, then cradled my head on her luscious breasts. “You've been such a good boy; you will soon be rewarded. I want you to know how happy you've made Mommy.” With that, she ran her fingers over her sopping wet panties, a beautiful string glistening from them as she slowly pulled her fingers away then held them under my nose. “Smell Mommy's heat.” It drove me wild making me forget for an instance the unrelenting pressure below. Then the next twist: “Baby, I'm kind of full myself after the long night, but you know only one of us can be full during our games. So, I'll be right back.” She glided into the bath and blew me a kiss as she closed the door. I heard that wonderful hiss of a woman releasing, but it was pure torture hearing her relief knowing mine was a looong way off and would only come when she allowed. It also didn't sound like she released into the bowl; more like a jar or bottle. My heart flipped when she emerged carrying a baby bottle filled with her very yellow, very strong first morning pee. “You're my one and only Baby. You've been so good this morning that I'm going to warm you up from the inside with my special nectar.” I knew that pee rushes through the kidneys (and bowels) like a waterfall and it was a full 10oz. I'm starting to get really worried. She sat on the bed, cradling me in her lap, and placed the nipple at my mouth. “I made this for you. Drink all of Mommy from your bottle my sweet baby.” I tentatively sucked. It was so pungent, so strong, so full of wonderful female essence. Only a few drops were required to send me over the edge. I was rock hard. But I knew I had to finish it if I had any hope of relief later. I sucked harder and harder swallowing greedily, but the nipple's small hole only allowed a trickle at a time. I moaned in despair knowing how long this would take. She smiled tenderly as I moaned and lightly kissed my forehead. “Keeping drinking my precious boy while I check on your progress.” She then stroked and caressed my bloated bladder, probing various locations to check its firmness. She's an expert at determining my limits and loves driving in her little daggers every time she presses. When I finally finished, I could already feel her urine working its magic and adding significantly to my distress. She removed the empty bottle and ran her fingers over my now grossly-swollen bladder. “It makes me so hot knowing that I can torment you from both the outside and inside, and that it will only get worse with each passing minute.” She's quite a good pianist and slowly played my bladder as her keyboard with my head cradled on her breasts, her tender little kisses providing some distraction from the ever mounting pressure as her sweet gift fully worked its way through my system. When she determined I was sufficiently taut, she said, “Lie on your back.” She stood imperiously and was still clad in her satin panties, stockings and heels. “Oops. Did we forget something?” It seemed I heard a disembodied voice from far away say, “May I please have another injection for the privilege of having your beautiful panties removed?” “Of course. And I will take some pity on your distressed state and not use ice water. And you've been such a good boy, this will be your last injection.” “Thank you my sweet and compassionate Mistress”. I nearly wept with joy. She went into the bath and returned with a small bowl filled with the remainder of her pee and drew it into the syringe; only slightly over half-filled. She extended her hand which I gently kissed. “You're going to have all of me in you until we finish.” With that, she rammed her essence down my urethra. I was panting and blowing like I was in labor, and looked it, too. I was swollen beyond anything I'd ever experienced. She very gently caressed the balloon that was my bladder while her eyes filled with wonder and lust. She slipped off her panties and laid them under my nose as a wonderful distraction to the agony I was about to endure. She then carefully lowered herself onto my granite-like stick and started rocking back and forth, back and forth, every motion sending waves like electricity thru me. She was so tight and hot and slick. Her pace increased driving her scalding hot needles deeper and deeper. When she was close, she leaned forward, removed her panties from my face and kissed me, her tongue flicking in my mouth like a snake's, tasting her own pee. Her entire magnificent body now pressed down on my tortured bladder as she ground her hips forward and back, forward and back. Gazing into my desperate eyes, she came violently, shuddering as if hooked to a powerful tens unit. I followed an instant later, spasming and spasming seemingly endlessly into her. She always likes to cuddle afterwards, knowing how much worse the hold is once the sexual tension is released. “Did you like my new games, my sweet lover?” she ask as she licked and nipped at my neck. “Yes Ma'am, I love them! But may I please now check my capacity?” “In a minute...” she purred.
  22. I showed this post to her. In general, she liked it, but noticed an important omission which she asked me to correct. A couple trays of distilled ice are kept in the freezer and a sterilized container filled in the fridge. If I've displeased her in any way, these are my injections. My bladder immediately and involuntarily cramps when the ice water hits it. As you can imagine, it's excruciating. There is no kissing / nuzzling during this treatment. Afterwards, I must immediately refill these to serve as a constant reminder every time I open the fridge to remain always vigilant of her mood. For having forgotten this important detail in my original post, I am typing this (correcting and re-correcting based on her suggestions) bursting with ice water.
  23. I am truly blessed to have a loving, sexy and *very* dominant life-partner who loves testing my capacity. Using a 150ml plant-watering syringe (kept scrupulously clean between uses), she will slooowly inject 3-6 loads of distilled water into me, depending on how horny she's feeling. Then I must lie in her lap while she nuzzles and kisses me, and gently probes and plays with my bladder bulge for what seems eternity. If she's feeling generous, I may be allowed to suckle her breasts to distract me. When my eyes tell her I'm ready to burst, she'll put me on my back, then slowly lower herself onto me and ride, making sure to gently grind forward onto my bladder while continuing to kiss and nuzzle. I have to hold (in more ways than one) until she's completely pleasured, then I'm allowed to release (in more ways than one). Such an incredible turn-on... I'm so lucky! There is precious little content out there in our "field" of enjoyment that has a femdom slant. I'm hoping others in the group enjoy letting the women take control.
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