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  1. Just after my lunch break a few days ago, I got a notification on my phone that someone was at my front door. I knew it was my wife because it was around the time that she gets back from the gym. I don’t usually check the camera because of this, but for some reason, I got the random urge to look at the live footage, and I’m so glad I did. My wife was fumbling with the keys and looked very worried. She then bent over while squeezing her thighs together and shoving a hand in her crotch, and then tried to unlock the door again. When her hand went to her crotch, I noticed that her belt and button was undone. She cursed in spanish, and it took her a solid minute to unlock the door. When she finally did, she sprinted inside, completely forgetting her purse and gym bag, which she dropped on the steps leading up to the door. I assumed that she had dropped them and left them because she was so desperate that she had no time to waste. When I looked back at the few seconds of footage that I missed, my theory was proven correct. When I came home, I acted like nothing happened, but throughout the afternoon and evening, it was all I could think about. She didn’t mention anything either. I looked in the hamper and saw no trace of wetness, but I also didn’t see the jeans that she wore, meaning that she disposed of the evidence, or tried to at least. When it was time to sleep and we were both cuddled up in bed, I leaned over to give her my goodnight kiss, but instead of saying goodnight, I said, “I know about your little…incident coming home from the gym.” Her eyes went wide, and she immediately blushed, trying to hide her smile and red cheeks, but failing miserably. “Wha..I-, uh… you saw that?!” ”Yeah, every juice detail. I saw you squirming, dancing around, cursing, it was so sexy.” The more details I revealed, the more she blushed. The fact that I saved the footage to my phone certainly. She was completely speechless, and it took her a second to finally regain her ability to speak. “How did you know?” ”The doorbell camera, obviously.” She had the “OOOOHHHHH” look on her face before jokingly saying, “I’m gonna fucking smash that thing to pieces!” To which I laughed. I couldn’t hide my erection anymore. Since we were cuddled up and I was the big spoon, she could feel my dick pressing up against her ass. Before we, uh, dealt with that, I asked her a question. “Did you make it? Be honest.” ”…almost.” As if I wasn’t already hard enough.
  2. I’ve never gone into the ladies room, but my wife has come into the mens room many times, either out of desperation or naughtiness, but mostly desperation.
  3. We do have a mattress protector that we use, which I planned on putting on the mattress, but I guess I forgot when we were “in the moment.” I guess that’s what I get for my poor planning 😕
  4. This has to be one of the best threads I’ve seen on here recently
  5. We haven’t been able to do that much omo play since it’s summer and the kids are home. But a couple weeks ago, we finally got the chance when our kids all went to their grandparents house to stay for the weekend. My wife let me control her bladder and it’s led to a lot of enjoyment for the both of us. I absolutely adore watching her squirm when I tell her that she can’t pee, and watching her frantically potty dancing while waiting to be allowed to pee. She loves being controlled and me teasing her, so we both have a great time. This time around, I would get her desperate every couple hours, watch her squirm for a bit, and let her pee. Later in the day after dinner, I took her for a little drive after we finished cleaning up. She started squirming around pretty soon and by the time we got back home, she was trying to control her leaks. She frantically danced around while I, very slowly, unlocked the door. Her face turned red when she realized what I was doing, and she couldn’t help but smile, which, along with her potty dance, is one of the cutest sights I’ve ever seen. She begged me to hurry up while giggling, and when I finally unlocked the door, she sprinted to the bathroom while I took off my shoes and settled in. When I went to the bathroom, her eyes were closed, her breathing was heavy, and her hands were on her knees. All tell tale signs of great relief. Her pants had a sexy little wet spot on them too as an added bonus. Her bladder was weakened from all the fun holding she’d been doing, so I had a plan. My wife has a bad habit of rarely admitting when she needs to pee while we’re watching a movie, even though we can just pause it. So I put on a movie that she liked and brought a few ice cold beers from the fridge for us to enjoy. I even made popcorn so that the saltiness would make her drink more. Im so proud of coming up with that plan. We changed into our undies and cuddled under the sheets. I put the popcorn in front of her, and she couldn’t resist. She reached for the beer not too long after. My plan was working. I looked under the sheets after a little while. Her legs were crossing, perfect. I offered to let her sit in my lap after a little while, an offer that she gratefully accepted. She started squirming around in my lap not too long after, right on my lap. I offered her another beer and more popcorn. I then undid her bra and started massaging her breasts while kissing her neck, giving her all the more reason to stay in bed rather than go to the bathroom. An hour hadn’t even gone by, and she was frantically squirming in my lap. Eventually, I felt her first leak. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her hot piss fell right onto my crotch. I was so turned on at this point, so I ramped up the kissing and touching. I started whispering raunchy sentences into her ear, and eventually she turned her full attention to me rather than the movie. She was torn between staying and making love with me and breaking the seal and taking a much needed pee break. I turned off the tv and pulled off her panties and my boxers. I climbed on top of her and teased her pussy. I slowly entered her and began to make love to her. She locked her legs, out of horniness or desperation, I don’t know, but what happened next I think I’ll remember forever. She finally couldn’t take it and started peeing full force onto my dick as I was fucking her. This was too much for my dick to handle, and I instantly came in her. We laid there, still in each others arms, trying to catch our breath as she emptied her bladder underneath me. After she finished peeing, I ate her out to orgasm and released my own bladder all over her body. We cuddled in our big puddle for a while and didn’t say anything. Our hearts were still racing, and we were still in shock from how amazing it was. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t last that long, your pee just felt too good.” She laughed and said, “don’t apologize, that was fucking amazing.” ”You know what I was doing right?” “I caught on when you started to offer me more and more beer. But you planned that out wonderfully.” “It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to clean this up.” “I think we’ll have to throw this whole mattress out.” We started to clean up after a while. We took a shower together and threw our underwear and the sheets in the laundry. But we were so energized from that whole ordeal that we couldn’t sleep, so we grabbed some more beer and sat outside, cuddling and taking about whatever. Her seal was broken, so she kept peeing every 10 minute. Eventually, she stopped going back inside and would just stand up, spread her legs, and let it go in the backyard. After we decided to call it a night, she put on a diaper, since it was nearly inevitable that she would wet the bed with her weakened bladder. The next day, I got to wake up to the sight of my wife, wearing nothing but a diaper, doing a little potty dance while making breakfast. She put on a pull up before changing into her clothes for the day because we had some errands to run, like mattress shopping.
  6. I’m in that age range. I’ve noticed that my holding capacity is less than before and I have to pee more frequently. I haven’t gotten truly frantic in a long time, but I do notice that I can get desperate a little more easily. Not too long ago, I came home from work and immediately had to do some things around the house and run errands. I felt the urge to pee, but I held it, just like I always do when I am busy. I started getting uncomfortably full so I went to the bathroom, but my wife was using it, so I kept working. I was hoping that she would be out soon, but then I heard the shower start. I started to fidget a little and by the time she came out, I was grabbing my cock a little. Just a little, but I was still surprised that this was even happening. I stood at the toilet and for some reason, the release button didn’t work the first time around. I got it open in like 30 seconds, but for those 30 seconds, I was genuinely worried about my urge, which had gotten stronger now that was standing in front of the toilet. I finally started to pee and felt very relieved. I am a little excited by this because I can enjoy desperation more, something that was harder for me when I was younger.
  7. I was a little hesitant to tell this story because I felt really bad for the girl, but i figured enough time has passed and it’s not like she’s gonna see this anyway. Plus, I think it’s a little wholesome. The building that my business is located in has a Christmas party every year. All employees of the business in the building are invited. The building is not very big, so I know almost everyone that works there. A few years ago, I was at the party, drinking, having fun, when a girl came up to me looking very nervous. I’d never seen this girl before, so she must have been hired within the last few months. She was pretty short and skinny, and probably early to mid 20s. She was wearing grey sweatpants and a sweater with what I assume to be the name of the university she went to. Anyway, she pulled me aside and very shyly asked me a question. “Um, so, the bathroom is being used right now and there’s a few people waiting, a-and, um, I really really can’t wait. I know you own *name of my business* s-so, can I use your bathroom?” She was so shy and desperate that it took her almost a minute just to ask that. She was so desperate that she was shaking; I could hear it in her voice. She looked very tensed up, and I could tell that she was trying to hide her urge as best as she could. I immediately felt bad for this poor girl, but the omo side of my brain also couldn’t believe I was seeing this. I agreed to her request and led her to the bathroom at my office. We made some small talk along the way, but it took forever to get there because she kept having to stop to hold herself every few seconds. “Who do you work for?” “*business name*. I’m their new secretary, I was just hired a couple months ago.” When we were halfway there, we had to stop for a good ten seconds so she could try and control her leaks. She was obviously failing. I could see a lot of wetness on her sweats already. “Had too much to drink?” As if she wasn’t blushing hard enough, she went tomato red and I could see a really cute half smile. “Uh, y-yea, I mean, it’s my first time drinking alcohol, so I guess yea.” “How many beers did you have?” “One.” “That’s it?” “Y-yea.” We finally reached the office and I began unlocking the door. She began trying to undo the knot on her sweatpants, but wasn’t very good at it. As bad as I felt for this poor girl, I couldn’t help but chuckle, and she got really embarrassed at that. I unlocked the door and guided her to the bathroom. She immediately bolted it, forgetting to close the door, giving me a front row seat to the show that was about to unfold. She danced in front of the toilet, frantically trying to untie her sweats. I offered to help her, which she accepted. The knot wasn’t hard to untie at all, she was just so frantic and shaking that she couldn’t steady her hands enough to untie it. As soon as i untied it, she ripped her pants down before I could even announce that the knot was undone. She let out a very relieving sigh and seemed to be on the verge of tears of joy. It wasn’t until that she finished peeing that I noticed she was wearing a pull up. She inspected the very bad “damage” and removed her pull up, seemingly forgetting that I was still standing right there. She suddenly realized tried to cover up her bottom, but then she sighed and just stopped. It’s like she was thinking “fuck it, this guy has already seen a lot, there’s no point.” I suddenly got an idea. “You know, I have a spare pull up and some pants that you can use.” “R-really?” “Yea it’s in my car.” She seemed very hesitant, but eventually agreed. I gave her my hoodie so her bare ass wasn’t exposed to the cold update New York weather and any possible onlookers. I gave her the pull up and pants. They fit just fine. “Uh, I have to ask, but why do you have these just sitting in your car.” “My daughter, she uh, you know…kinda like you? If that makes any sense.” “Oh, yea I get it.” The night went on and she asked to use my bathroom a couple more times. A week later, we were back at work and she came to my office in the middle of the day with a bag. It had the jeans I gave her and a replacement pull up. That was very thoughtful of her. “Oh uh, you should probably know, I, uh…I peed in those pants on the drive back. I washed it and everything, but I just thought you should know.” I thanked her and she went back to work.
  8. Yes, many times. I’m in the same boat. I feel bad but at the same time it’s really hot knowing that they have to keep going so often. I see it with my wife and it gets me so excited.
  9. My wife has given me full control over her bladder. I’ll try not to go overboard so that she doesn’t end up hurting herself, but man oh man am I excited.

    1. OldWetGuy

      Sounds like a promising day 💦😁

  10. I did the same a few times. It’s super awkward and embarrassing to whoever gets offered a towel, but it’s either that or have an accident, so they reluctantly choose the towel
  11. I’ve posted some of these stories before, but it usually happened in the car on a long road trip or at some large event where the bathroom lines are crazy long. I’ve had to encourage both my wife and my daughters to hold it when they needed to go very badly.
  12. Something similar happened at a 4th of July party I went to. A bunch of women had to pee and I saw a few ladies desperate in line.
  13. My wife does this a lot. She’ll be having fun or too busy running errands and forget to pee, which usually ends up in her having a wet crotch
  14. This happens all the time with my wife. She tries to not break the seal so that she doesn’t have to pee as often, but that usually ends in disaster. When she’s drinking, she has to pee like every 20 minutes. If we’re out in public, then it gets more difficult for her. She doesn’t want to leave so often and miss the conversation, or embarrass herself by having to excuse herself so often, but it leads to some very wet situations for her.
  15. My wife has been trying to get better at peeing standing up. There’s really no practical reason for this, it’s just fun for her to try it (and really hot for me to watch). She is not very good at aiming, but I can’t blame her for obvious reasons. That’s not really an issue with urinals though. But, she needed an excuse to pee standing up at a urinal, and she finally got one. We were driving back from a restaurant after eating dinner with some friends. This restaurant was just under an hour drive away. My wife drank a tall glass of water, a margarita, a beer, and another glass of water. To no one’s surprised she used the bathroom after we finished eating, but her bladder wasn’t done there. When we got in the car, she undid her belt, pulled her pants slightly down, and inspected her panties. “What’re you doing?” “Um, well, [friends name] said something really funny, and when I laughed, I think I peed myself a little.” “Let me see.” “NO! I mean, it’s only a little, there’s really nothing to see.” I stared at her like I knew she was lying. “Ok, it was more than a little, look.” It was just barely visible in the crotch of her jeans. But because she always wears a bladder control pad, I knew it must have been a significant amount for it to have leaked through the pad. She opened the glove compartment, then rummaged through her purse, then through the glove compartment again. “Fuck, I forgot to bring an extra pad.” “Well, you already peed so you probably won’t need to pee again.” “Hopefully.” That “hopefully” wasn’t very enthusiastic. Around 15 minutes away from home, I noticed her fidgeting in her seat. She tried to hide it, but her urgency was just getting beyond the point where you could easily hide it. “Do you want me to pull over?” I asked. She seemed surprised and a little embarrassed that I knew she had to go. “Uh, no, I think I can hold it until we get home.” Spoiler alert, she couldn’t. Only 5 minutes away from home, she was furiously squeaking in her seat, trying to hold back her piss with all her might. I couldn’t help but laugh a little and tease her, and she got super red faced. “I think we might need to find a gas station.” “Y-yeah.” I pulled over at the nearest gas station. It had mens and women’s rooms, through they were pretty small. I kind of needed to pee too, so I headed over to the mens room and to the urinal. The mens room only had one stall and one urinal. The women’s bathroom, I would assume, had two stalls. While I’m peeing at the urinal, my wife comes running in. I looked over my shoulder and saw her heart sink once she realized that someone was using the stall. She potty danced behind me. She didn’t think I could hear her, but I could hear her curse under her breath and say “cmon cmon it’s coming out!” I didn’t even get the chance to zip up before she practically pushed me aside and went right up to the urinal, undid her pants, and release all the tension in her muscles. I’ve never heard such a sexy sigh of relief in my life. Her pants dropped to her ankles mid piss, exposing her wet polka dot panties and adorable clenched ass cheeks to me. She briefly panicked, but couldn’t do anything; she was currently attending to more pressing matters. I walked back up to her and pulled her pants back up and held them just under her pussy while she finished up peeing. She thanked me and shoved a bunch of paper towels in her pants before washing her hands and leaving. I didn’t take another look at her pants until we got back home. The wet spot was HUGE, like, you might as well consider it a borderline accident at that point, but I guess everyone has a different opinion on what constitutes an accident. She was in good spirits about it though. After drinking alcohol, she has a much higher chance of wetting the bed, so she put on a fresh pull-up. Of course that was after we, uh, cuddled naked under the sheets.
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