Multifetishgrl

I'm probably doing this wrong

I don't see a way to write stories or experiences, but I am also on my phone when I update, so, maybe I'm missing out.

Today I've been toying with myself about only peeing once a day. (I know that, in play, it's fun to go even farther), sometimes it's fun to fiddle around with a more realistically attainable goal. (wink, wink) Once a day...

This morning I went at around 10:30 am. I had 2 big mugs of coffee and an orange for breakfast. I was already aroused, so I was sure not to eat much, as, the other (#2) is simply not my cup of tea. (Hmm.. Tea sounds good.) Anyway...

I started feeling the heavy urge to pee again around noon.  I'd felt it earlier on because I drank that coffee fast, but I was enj...uh.. ignoring it. Instead of giving in I decided to do dishes and clean up the kitchen from the night before. At 1:00 I could feel my bladder starting to pang; so I took a nap. I took a couple benadryl because I have a hard time falling asleep when I'm properly full.

I woke up at around 4:00 just bursting. I sat up and, unlike when I was younger I leak a bit, which I loathe. So I put a maxi pad on because I am not into wetting. 

I watched some YouTube and found myself gently grinding my hips, feeling the heavy weight and desperate aching of my supremely full bladder and the stinging of my stressed failure of a urethra.

Then there is the conundrum, to cum or not to cum? That is the question. For if I give in to my eager loins, I risk the sobriety of lacking lust that follows. 

So, no cumming or peeing. That's the best anyway.

And here I am now, 6:30 pm and about a tablespoon of an unwarranted leak later. I suppose I will have to invest in more pads and perhaps some catheters to prevent the leaking to begin with.

For now, I grind my hips in the bathtub writing this and restraining myself to much delight.

Thrift Store Trauma Part 1!

[Includes: bathroom denial, forced exhibitionism, humiliation]

I was trying on clothes at a thrift store. The booth had no bench and only one hanger, so, I was just dropping stuff as I danced along to the playlist I had going in my wireless earbuds. 

I guess I didn't hear the cleaning person and next thing I knew, a hand reached under my stall and grabbed the clothing I had on the floor.

My heart started pounding and I took out my earbuds. The only thing hanging up was a dress that was 3 sizes to small. My purse, all of my clothes, everything had been scooped up. 

I waited until I heard someone walk by.
"Excuse me,  hello?"

"Yes ma'am?" The store assistant replied.

I peeked out of the cracked door and explained my predicament. "My phone, car keys, clothes, wallet, everything was in that pile."

The employee tried not to laugh, "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. We get a lot of theft so we have to make sure to keep things tidy; maybe your belongings are up front but I doubt it. We usually just throw everything into a bin in the back until someone gets around to sorting and rehanging it all. Did you need any other assistance?"

"Umm.. Is there a manager? I don't have anything to wear to leave the stall even."

"I am the manager." She smiled and showed me her name tag. "And I'm really sorry but if you are nude I can't allow you to loiter in the store. I'm going to have to ask you to leave ma'am."

My skin felt like it was on fire with humiliation.  "ARE YOU SERIOUS? I am completely naked!" I almost asked to use a phone when it dawned on me that I didn't know any numbers by heart.

I complied and walked out of the stall. The store was closing so everyone was in line paying for their items. They all stared and took their phones out to record. 

"Where is your bathroom?" I asked, having not gone for hours while shopping. "Oh I'm sorry it's for paying customers only." She replied with a cold grin.. I nodded. "OK, thank you."
She walked me to the door, making even more of a spectacle of me as people waited for her to return to the register.

I stood outside bewildered and utterly humiliated. I was naked, alone, no numbers to call, and for all I know my stuff was stolen!

I walked around trying to find a place to hide; it was getting dark out.
 

~MFG

I've been gone for 12 years and decided to Google myself. I saw my old multifetishgirl screen name mentioned a few time's, so, I decided to make this account to say hi and maybe make some new fun content! 

Hi! 👋 ☺ ~Mfg

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