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Moon_

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  1. I have noticed that after being 2 years at home, my bladder has gotten a lot weaker, so I am back again with a slightly humiliating (but hopefully still enjoyable) story! So, to give some extra backstory, I don't live that far away from the local library. I say like a 15-minute walk. So, I enjoy doing my work and some studying in the library! It keeps me more focussed, more organised and generally more engaged in whatever I am doing, plus the small bit of exercise and fresh air that I get right before and after a session is always nice! So, last week, I decided to plan a work session for around 1,5 hours. I took my laptop and two bottles of water with me. I was wearing a short plaid skirt, and a sweater and I had some black shorts under my skirt that I had tied firmly around my waist so they wouldn't slide from under the skirt. The shorts are more used as a protective layer in case someone sees under my skirt, so that's why I wore one! Especially when out in public, I like to wear shorts under my skirts. I arrived at the library and sat down at my usual spot. I took out my laptop and bottle of water and started working. Everything was going fine until I could feel the slightly uncomfortable weight pressing down on my bladder. I shifted a bit in my seat, both curious to see what happened, and too lazy to get up and use the toilet at the library itself. When I had finished my work and also the two water bottles, I could feel like my bladder was full. Yet, I wanted to see how far I could go. I wanted to push my buttons a bit and try out something new. I assumed I'd be able to hold it all the way back home. In the end, it was only a 15-minute walk. Well, I should really stop giving my bladder that much credit as I didn't exactly make it. The first half of the walk went fine! But in the second half, I was starting to really struggle and small spurts escaped in my panties. I wanted to hold myself, but I was too horrified that anyone would see me. So I just speed-walked as best as I could, clenching every muscle and trying not to make it obvious that I was really, really desperate to pee. Right as I could see my house, however, I was on the brink of losing it. The drawstring of my shorts was pressing down on my poor, exhausted bladder and I was dancing as I tried to make it the last few meters back home. As I entered, my bladder was giving up and I held myself with everything I could, but pee was dribbling down my legs. I lifted my skirt, but the shorts were too tight to be pulled down nor to be opened. I watched in horror as I made a massive puddle on my floor.
  2. Ohh it felt absolutely amazing!! I didn't have a lot of bladder spasms >_< The leaks that happened were rather just the start of a stream, desperate to escape. I just couldn't hold it at all, I just needed to finally let go. I really had to cross my legs tightly and clench every single muscle!!
  3. I haven't had a genuine accident in forever. That was, until this week. This week, I was starting to get a bit of a cold. I was drinking a lot because my mother has always taught me that drinking lots of fluid helps to get you over the cold a lot quicker. So I was drinking a lot of tea throughout the day. Like A LOT of tea. As in, every hour a mug or two. I was still doing my thing, working, drawing, studying all those things, you know. And I may have gotten a bit lost in time when I heard the doorbell ring and I knew that my coach was there. I have some disabilities, so I have a coach who helps me. She comes by every other week or so and we talk and plan and organise some things in my life. Normally, I have everything planned and I use the bathroom -before- I have a session with her. But this time because I had lost complete track of time, I couldn't. Well, no big deal, I thought. It was just a session of an hour, I didn't need to go bad or anything, I'll just hold it and wait. Well, wrong choice. The first thirty minutes went by fine! No problem! But after one hour, I knew that this session was going to take a lot longer than I originally wanted to, and I was started to squirm a little bit. I was pressing my thighs together ever so slightly and I was starting to regret the five mugs or so mugs of green tea I had drunk before this. But, no problem, I was still okay... I could make it. I was going to be okay. 1,5 hours in, I was doubting my ability a little. My bladder was getting fuller by the minute and I was shifting positions a lot. I could have asked to go to the toilet, yes, but I just couldn't find the right moment. Every time that I thought I could ask, something important in the conversation happened and I just felt the words die down in the back of my throat. Plus, how long could this session still take? 2 hours in. She finally left. I could finally go to the toilet! I shooed her out of the house, dropping hints that I was desperate and rushed to the toilet. However, in there, I found there was no toilet paper. My luck, right? Well, no problem. I could still hold it for ten minutes max. I could run to the basement where we store the toilet paper and just go pee. It would be fine. I was going to be fine... But there were also like 8 empty toilet rolls inside and I don't know what went through my mind, but for some reason I wanted them gone too. If I was going to get new toilet paper, better get rid of all these empty rolls too! But, I don't know if my hands were shaky from me being desperate to the toilet, or if my disabilities were acting up, but I dropped them in the toilet. You heard that right. I stood there, in horror, knowing that I was going to have to put my hand into the toilet to fish out the carton before I could go pee. And you know what? I did it. While doing the potty dance, hands jammed between my legs, I fished it out, threw it away and washed my hands thoroughly only passing a couple of leaks. So after that fiasco that could only happen to me, I threw away the empty rolls, grabbed three new rolls and made my way to the toilet. But as I was standing there, so close, I could feel my bladder just giving up. I think knowing that this could finally be my relief, made me absolutely lose control. In front of the toilet, I just wet myself. Hot pee trickling down my legs. I tried to save my dignity by at least making some in the toilet, but my hands were too shaky and I couldn't undo my belt and in the heat of the moment, I didn't think to sit down and at least save myself from the mess I was making. Nope, I just stood there, wetting myself as my cheeks were flushed and tears sprung into my eyes. It felt so good though! I had held it for so long and the relief felt so amazing! I cleaned up the mess and took a nice hot shower afterwards!
  4. The wanting to stop holding is something I very much relate to! I often try to just stop and rest for a while, however as a woman, trying to “hold” or stop an orgasm from happening is a lot harder and I am at my climax a couple minutes later again >_< Thank you for sharing your experience though!
  5. Whenever I get desperate and do a holding session, I start orgasming. I think it's from the friction of my thighs rubbing together together with the sensation of a full bladder... The thing is, if I don't do the “potty-dance”, I'll lose it! The worst thing is that it doesn't stop after the first one. I have had up to three orgasms while doing holds... It started when I started taking a different kind of medication, but I haven't taken that in a year or so! I don't know what to do... I am embarrassed in public because I know that if I ever get desperate, I'll have an orgasm too... I have a weak bladder and also apparently a very sensitive vagina... Does anyone else experience the same thing, or just me?
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