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vegasiangel

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  1. This happened to me about a year or so ago, and I was just thinking about it so I figured I'd write it out for you all (and a little bit for myself too, lmao!) I was traveling out of town to see my friend; the plan was to just go on up to her house (about a 45 minute drive) just in time for her to get off work and for me to stay the night. Well, I got to her house, but she didn't answer her door, and her roommates weren't home either. I called her and when she picked up, she told me that she had missed her epilepsy meds and had an episode at work. I knew she was okay and safe but I still became very worried, and now I had to hunt down this hospital I had never been to before. At this point I definitely had noticed my bladder, but I figured I could just go inside and use the toilets there. Incorrect! This was during the height of the pandemic, and I remembered most medical places didn't permit visitors that weren't guardians or spouses or something. At least, that's how it was in my area. And since I thought my friend would be out soon, I decided to spare myself the anxiety of even asking the personnel at the door if I could just go in for the toilets, I could hold it. I was waiting in my car, parked near a streetlight in the middle of the parking lot. There weren't very many cars around, but there was the occasional car driving by, or patient being picked up. The urge to pee was becoming stronger by the moment -- anxiety sends my bladder into overdrive, and while I have almost a steel resolve when it comes to holding it... I just couldn't sit still. I was doing everything, bouncing, sitting on my heel, trying to distract myself from the tight feeling of my bladder. It was different from when I do holds on my own, it really did feel more intense and desperate, probably because of the stress and anxiety of the whole ordeal. Seeing no other option, I began digging around in my car for any sort of bottle. I have a bad habit of tossing empty bottles in my backseat, but in that moment, I was thankful for the clutter. I had a water bottle in hand, just a classic 16oz one, you know the type. First though, I had to repark my car. I was practically smashing my heel into my cunt at this point, and carefully, I repositioned my car out of the way of the streetlight. It wasn't perfect, I was still in the parking lot, but it was the best I was going to get. I carefully pulled my pants down, but ended up taking them all the way off, along with my underwear, to avoid accidentally pissing on my clothes. I swear I was looking around every 5 seconds to make sure someone hadn't suddenly spawned outside my car or something. I took the lid off the bottle and sunk down in the footwell of my car, a bit awkwardly positioned, but it was the only way I could be sure any spill would just go in the rubber mat. You see, I had never actually pissed in a bottle before this point. I took the cap off and wedged the mouth of the bottle against my cunt, which was basically dripping already from the sensation of a full bladder (I can't help it, alright?). The first gush of piss made it mostly into the bottle, and I stopped the stream immediately when I felt the liquid hit my hand and patter on the rubber mat. I repositioned myself, using my left hand to spread my pussy lips and the right hand to hold the bottle, and started again. It was AWESOME. I don't think I've ever peed so FAST in my life. The instant relief was incredible, but I soon felt that the bottle was almost full. I had to cut it off there, even though I wasn't completely done pissing, but it wasnt so bad. I was shaking all over from the whole experience -- on one hand, anxiety, embarrassment, and the sensation of finally getting relief -- and on the other hand, me, an omorashi fiend, had truly just experienced a real desperation scenario. Very cool! After putting my pants back on, i awkwardly just...Opened my car door and dumped the bottle outside. My friend still wasn't out of the hospital. Not even 20 minutes passed before my bladder was uncomfortably bursting again. I couldn't believe it. I realized that I would have to piss in a bottle. Again. But it wasn't so bad, at least this time around I kinda knew what I was doing. So again came the same bottle, my pants came all the way off, ect ect, same thing as last time. This time though, when the bottle started reaching it's max, I realized I wasn't sure if I could just cut it off completely like last time. So, in the most hectic and awkward fashion possible, I pushed the door open -- still pissing, mind you -- and focused all my energy into a maneuver of clamping one hand over my cunt while dumping/shaking out the bottle I had JUST filled with piss. I gushed through my fingers and the sound of pee slapping the rubber mat filled me with embarrassment and shame, but I was too determined, damnit! I shoved the bottle back between my legs, catching the stream, and finished emptying my bladder into the bottle. Whatever. I had some paper towels in the car anyways.
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