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  1. Not really... it's not out of the question, but i don't know too much about video games unfortunately. Did you have a particular game in mind that i should check out for potential inspiration?
  2. OMG, has it really been this long since i've written anything new? i've been so focused on my music for the past few years, but maybe it's time i got back to doing some writing... anyone up for it? V----V
  3. FROSTY AND HER SISTERS: THE PACT The moon was almost full. It hung brilliant and low in the night sky, framed by heavy black velvet window curtains as I listened intently for the familiar sound of Norah's car pulling into the gravel driveway, the sound that would signal my imminent release. My bladder was swollen and bulging now, filled to the bursting point from 40 fluid oz. of iced green tea I had rapidly consumed in a frantic attempt to refill before my beloved returned. It would not do for her to find me empty... I might be able to avoid a punishment spanking, but the sight of Norah's disappointed face would sting worse than any hand, strap, or even the hated and feared cane on my upturned bottom. How had I gotten myself into this predicament? You might well wonder, what with me being the good, obedient little girl that I have been trained to be. I suppose I should start at the beginning. But which beginning should I choose? The one where I was born into modest circumstances and grew up a shy, unassuming, and rather plain girl? That's not the most interesting of stories, really. The one where I discovered my secret passion for holding and for wetting myself? You might have already heard that story; if not, see Frosty Wets Her Schoolgirl Uniform. The one where I was found and turned by the love of my eternal undead existence? You'd better read Sisterhood of Blood... No, this story actually has its own beginning. And so shall it be told. As a vampire, I have a fair amount of time on my hands, and am alone quite a lot since my maker and mistress Norah is out in the world doing what she does. She prefers for me to stay home, to be safe and out of danger, but since I'm an insomniac and depressive to boot, I need something to fill the empty hours that stretch out endlessly before me until my beloved returns home. I've found a few things: music, both playing and listening; writing about N.'s adventures after she tells me the tale; holding my pee.... I am a submissive omo vampire, and yes, I love desperation, holding, and eventually wetting myself. And that is what brought me to where I am now. Although I am somewhat of a Luddite by both nature and inclination, eventually out of boredom I found the internet and by chance stumbled on a site that was dedicated to omorashi. There I found a place for my stories as well as like-minded souls, and a sort of home. Certain people I had a special kinship with, and a few of these have become my adopted sisters. Some have come and gone, but there are always at least two. At the time the events in this story took place, I had three good little sisters who I was taking care of, almost the same way in which Norah takes care of me. Norah is our mother, as well as a sister, a lover and our guide in the ways of omo vampirism. She has been around so much longer than any of the rest of us. And just as Norah made me, I made my little sisters... I drank them dry, drained them of life and then fed them my own blood and pee, granting them eternal existence and filling them with a yearning for blood, and for our urine, which we omo vamps refer to affectionately as 'the blue'. It is blue, you see; transparent blue, just as our tears are. Our blood is opaque blue, but we usually only drink that from one another during a turning ceremony. Since I made them, my little sisters belong to me, and since I belong to Norah, they are hers as well. My sisters have spread out to the four corners of the earth, and although we do share an empathetic bond, we communicate mainly by means of the internet and instant messaging nowadays. And so, that brings us to this particular night, when all four of us were online, and we decided to roll the dice. We often play little games when we are together. The Guessing Game is one where we have to divine what colour (and sometimes style) panties the others are wearing. I am usually the easiest to guess; since I only ever wear black, white or grey, at least one of my sisters will always be correct, and get her reward. My other sisters are much less predictable, and guessing wrong can have consequences. Thus, the roll of the dice... But before we get too deep into the story, allow me to introduce ourselves. I'm Erica, and apart from Mommy Norah., I am the oldest one by quite a bit. When Mommy N. isn't around, I'm in charge of things. Although I am a loving older sister, I do take my responsibility to keep the younger girls in line seriously, maintaining order and discipline at all times. Little Nayla is my youngest sister in both physical years and in the amount of time she has been with the clan, although Giulia has not been a member of the Sisterhood for too much longer. Nayla is bright and sweet, although a bit of a handful. Our little middle schooler is a bit naughty and constantly finds ways to get in trouble. Giu is also very sweet, and rather shy when you first meet her; we're constantly working on bringing her out of her shell. Once you know her better though, she can be a bit hot headed and loses patience easily. Alice is the smart one, although she would never admit to being anything special. It was she who designed the bot that rolls the dice for us, and frankly, I believe she is its mistress. In any case, all we need do is type in the correct sequence of numbers and letters, and the bot then responds with an answering number. Sometimes we wager high/low rolls against the bot, but the best rewards (and harshest consequences for failure) go to a roll for a specific number. One of the things you need to know is that Alice is constantly working on her little bot to make it better, and then we get to test each new version or feature. That night we weren't testing, though. We were just playing around. rolling for fun without any wagers. I picked the number 7, and was rolling for that. Nayla chose 11, and Giulia selected the number 20. Alice wasn't rolling; she just sat quietly and watched the bot work. As each of us took a turn and entered the sequence, the little bot would roll the virtual dice and return an answering number. The bot kept coming back with other numbers besides 20, though. We continued rolling, and once in a while Nayla's number or mine would come up, but never Giu's. Over and over we'd roll, in between our normal girlish chit chat... every so often, an 11 or a 7 would come back from the little bot. Not Giulia's 20, though... Even at a great distance, our empathetic bond was telling me that my sister was getting a bit frustrated by her inability to get the number she wanted, and finally Giu said that if the bot rolled a 20, she would wet herself then and there. I'm pretty sure she was convinced that there was no way in Hell that the bot was going to come back with her number. Still, now there was a wager and real stakes to the game! We decided that high/low rolls would be rewards and consequences for Giu, since she had so kindly (or foolishly) offered herself up as the prize. And so we took turns rolling once again. Nayla got a roll that allowed her to assign a consequence, but she passed that decision on to me. I had no trouble deciding what that consequence would be; I also told the others that I wouldn't announce it until the fateful roll. So now we all were trying for 20, LOL... we rolled and rolled, but the bot still wouldn't give us the number we so desperately wanted! Finally Alice took a turn, and entered 20 as her wager, and the bot instantly came back with that number. OMHG... Giu knew she was now obligated to pee her panties no matter what, but the other two girls looked at their screens expectantly to see what further consequence their stern older sister might impose. After a short pause to heighten the drama of the moment, I announced: "The consequence is... we all have to wet at the same time, and then stay in our peed-in knickers!" What with Giu being so shy, I really didn't want her to feel like she was being singled out for humiliation, even if it was she who had made the wager against herself. Besides that, I knew something else as well... whatever one of us feels, we all feel. Without any hesitation whatsoever, Nayla piped up, "I'm in!" After a few seconds, Alice chimed in: "Ummmm, me too," she said very quietly. Alice already had her top off, and now she took off her sweatpants, folded them up neatly and placed them on the chair under her to absorb whatever she released. She was now exposed in just her purple plain cotton panties and matching bra. Giu and Nayla were both already dressed for bedtime, it being rather late on their side of the world. Giu was wearing her pjs, and little Nayla was in her soft flannel nightie with her beautiful dark brown hair done up in a long braid. I was in my favourite black silk lace trimmed slip and matching panties, of course. The countdown began... each of us took turns counting down from ten to zero, the object being that we should all start wetting ourselves at the same time. As the moment approached, Giu took her laptop off of the desk and placed it on the floor in front of her so we could see her crouching down on all fours in her favourite position for wetting. Despite the fact that we were all going to wet at the same time, she had a somewhat embarrassed look on her face, like "I can't believe I got myself into this predicament..." Alice was perched on top of her folded sweatpants, ready for what would happen in the next few moments. She was smiling, which is something we rarely see her doing. Little Nayla was squirming desperately in her chair, looking very much as if she wasn't going to be able to hold on until we reached zero... she quite often has accidents even without any encouragement whatsoever, and the thought of all four of us peeing our panties at the same time was almost too much for her to handle, even if she was not fully aware of the sensations that our empathetic bond would engender yet. As for me, I was looking forward to our communal release, as well as the orgasmic feedback loop that would follow in its wake. And so now we each counted in turn, beginning with Nayla. "Ten..." Alice followed, "Nine..." "Eight..." I said. "Seven," from Giu "Six!" Nayla exclaimed. Five.... Alice Four.... me "T... three....," stammered Giu. "Two...," That was little Nayla, barely able to contain her excitement, or her pee. "One...," Alice whispered. "Go!"... me, forcefully. I stood up and spread my legs apart slightly. Then i gasped softly, feeling the irresistible pressure build inside of me. My panties puffed out just a bit as the flood began, filling them with my hot vampire girl pee before the stream jetted through them and down onto the floor, splashing between my feet. Meanwhile, Alice was squirming on her chair as she wet herself, her folded sweatpants absorbing most of the urine before the remaining bit started dripping down on the floor. Nayla was squealing with delight as she experienced the omo vampire feedback loop fully for the first time, feeling the flood, the rush of relief, the wonderful sensation of her vamp blue filling her aqua and white striped cotton schoolgirl knickers compounded now by everything the rest of us were feeling. Sitting on a hard wooden chair, there was little to absorb the copious amount of pee which was coming out of her now, flowing freely past the fingers of the hand she had clamped down on her crotch to intensify the feeling even more. As for Giu, she was still crouched down on all fours like a kitten, but she lifted her cute bottom up slightly and I could see an almost horizontal stream of urine jetting out from between her legs as her whole body shook. All of us were moaning, sighing, and gasping for air as we kept on wetting, the orgasmic sensation of quadrupled release almost too much to bear. Finally, the flow of urine slowed and stopped, but the arousal and orgasm continued. I glanced at the screen, and the three windows showed Alice slumped down and breathing heavily with her head on her desk, Giu gasping, collapsed in the large puddle of pee she'd just made on her bathroom floor, and finally... little Nayla, giggling and grinning somewhat evilly at her laptop camera as she furiously fingered herself through her soaked panties. OMG... I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. V-----V
  4. Sofullithurts, if you liked that one, orango has a couple of other stories which should still be here on the site, including Megan And Sarah: Emotional Roller Coaster, and our collaborative effort, Hard Boiled Legs. He really does write female desperation so well... :)
  5. New track: At The Edge Of Tomorrow https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2/at-the-edge-of-tomorrow Played on my .strandberg* Boden OS 8. <3 <3 <3!
  6. i <3 Taylor Swift too... you might enjoy this then: Taylor And Me https://omorashi.org/topic/27863-taylor-and-me-the-long-and-short-of-it/
  7. Some music for a shibari performance: A Sense Of Dread https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2/a-sense-of-dread Tethered https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2/tethered
  8. Some new music: Astral Projection https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2/astral-projection-28116 Voyager https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2/voyager Both played on my amazingly wonderful .strandberg* Boden 7.
  9. For some reason, they won't let the Jaco video i posted earlier play anymore, so: original studio version from 1978 live in Germany , same year
  10. Latest track: Uncertainty Principle The Black Widow strikes again.
  11. TYVM, wetset2015w! i don't generally write any words to go with these songs; i'd rather just let the music create images and take you wherever your mind wants to go when you listen. Sorry to hear about the stolen LP Custom, i'll bet it was a really nice one. As for an electric 12 string, i haven't played this model (or any electric 12-strings actually), but i know the Artcore series gets good reviews, so you might want to try one of these: http://www.sweetwater.com/store/detail/AS7312TCR Even my inexpensive Ibby RG 421 has got a great feel to it, with top notch fretwork. Looking forward to hearing you play the 12 string when you find the right one!
  12. TY, eru! i haven't checked this thread in awhile, but i guess it's time to post something new.
  13. New track with new guitar: Yvette's Tears https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2/yvettes-tears-take-3 .strandberg* Boden OS 7 <3 <3 <3 !!!!
  14. It's been awhile since i posted anything new here, so: GET IT TOGETHER https://soundcloud.com/frostyjr2/get-it-together tell me what you think....
  15. Poor Susanne seems caught between a rock and a hard place now. Will Cassandra be able to adapt to the strange goings on at the Mansion? i'm curious to see how things develop; great chapter, Fox!
  16. TAYLOR AND ME (pt. 8) Waterfall My head was spinning, between the desperate state i was in and the person i was with; Taylor Swift, omg... and she was kissing me and had her hand down between my legs, and i was just about ready to lose it in more ways than one. And that was exactly what she wanted. I didn't need to worry about feeing humiliation and shame, it was just a game we were playing together, two little girls together... i smiled at the thought, and the tension drained away from my body. Despite my initial reluctance, i realized that fate had brought me here, and that everything in my life before now had been leading up to this moment. I no longer had any desire to win the contest, or to leave her. As long as i could still be with Norah, i would be happy to be Taylor Swift's little wetting doll too. Taylor would pamper me, she would dress me up in the same clothes that she wore, make me drink copious amounts of water to fill me up, and then she would watch as i peed my knickers for her, emptying myself over and over again. Just like my relationship with Norah, it was inevitable, it was perfect and it was meant to be. The only thing different was that Taylor would be sharing my desperation, and would sometimes wet herself right alongside me. And so, i stood up, knowing full well what would happen. "I'm yours, T.," i said softly. "Oh, Erica..." she sighed as she leaned in towards me. As Taylor kissed me deeply and put her hand down between my legs again, i finally lost control... or rather, i relinquished it, just as i had to my sweet Norah a few years previously. I began to wet myself, the hot pee gushing out from my tortured wee hole as i felt the almost sexual release, and it went on for what seemed like forever, flowing past her fingers, soaking through my panties, through the crotch of my tight skinny jeans and running down my legs, collecting in my borrowed high heels before it overflowed them and pooled there on the floor between my feet. I don't think i'd ever been quite so full in my entire life; at least that's how it seemed, because i just kept on peeing and peeing and peeing some more. It felt amazing, i can't deny it, and the fact that Taylor was still kissing me and pressing her hand up against me as i continued to let out a strong stream of urine into my black nylon panties made it even better, relief and arousal mixed inextricably now as i continued to squirt hot pee into my panties, and then it happened: the inevitable melding of those twin sensations into one shattering orgasm, making me weak at the knees. "OHHHMMMMMMghhhh," was all i could manage as my legs buckled under me and she pushed hard against both sets of my lips; as above, so below. The pressure of her fingers against my hot urethra made the pee flow harder in the same way that partially stopping up a gushing garden hose created a more intense stream, and the feeling was pure ecstasy now. No drugs or alcohol for me; no, this was my high, losing myself in this total loss of control to another, feeling this, and needing this, and never wanting the feeling to end. Finally, the stream of hot urine flowing from my overburdened bladder began to ease up, and as it did Taylor eased the pressure on my lips accordingly. She was playing me like a musical instrument, and her unerring sense of just what i needed at every instant was sheer perfection. She broke our long held kiss, and a soft sigh escaped her lips in tandem with one from mine. "OMG, T., that was totes amazeballs," i said quietly, trying to recover a bit of composure after being shaken to the very core of my being. The only other girl that had ever been able to do this to me was Norah, but Taylor Swift was almost her equal, i had to admit. She looked at me with a quizzical smile now. "Totes amazeballs?" she giggled. "Yeah, as in absolutely amazing!" i exclaimed. "Why thank you, sweetie- " Taylor was about to say something else when i looked down at the floor and interrupted her. "OMG, I'm so sorry, the carpet's a mess! Is that going to be a problem for you with the hotel staff?" "Don't worry about it, honey; I actually bought this suite awhile ago just to have whenever I'm in town. This can be our special place now-" She'd hardly gotten those words out before i jumped up into her arms and hugged her so tightly then, and she let out a huge gasp. Backing down, i mumbled, "I'm sorry..." again. Taylor laughed, and said, "No, it's OK that you hugged me, it's just that... ummm..." OMG, in the afterglow of my orgasmic release i had forgotten that she was just about ready to lose it herself! She was squirming with her own desperate arousal now, and it was truly adorable to witness. No wonder Norah loved seeing me like that! "Well, what are you waiting for?" i said with a smile as i pulled her close. As i took the lead for the very first time in my life and kissed Ms. Swift, i could feel her shudder and then she began to wet herself uncontrollably. I pressed my hand up between her long legs to return the favour as her hot pee spurted out of her and streamed around my fingers and she closed her pretty blue eyes and moaned in ecstatic surrender. "Ohhhhh, Erica.... Erica..." My thoughts turned to my gf Norah for just a moment... if only she could be here to see this, what would she think and what would she do? I could only begin to imagine what it would be like with all three of us together. Soon enough, though, i wouldn't have to imagine it. I knew it was only a matter of time now. <The End.... or is it just the beginning?>
  17. Taylor and Me (pt. 7) A Living Doll My bladder was letting me down that night, because i never normally needed to go so soon. It didn't help that i was dreading the disgrace of losing, not to mention the other much more bizarre consequences. I was using all my strength to hold back my pee, praying that Taylor was worse off than she appeared to be. I had never seen my bladder so swollen before; it was bulging out like crazy and the urge to release the massive amount of urine it contained was almost irresistible now. It was getting worse because my jeans were so tight that even with the zipper fully undone, it was still under pressure and could not swell up fully. Still, there was no place for excuses now. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I absolutely had to win this, but i was getting really desperate; i was keeping my legs knotted most of the time, and i was still struggling to keep control. Taylor too had her legs tightly crossed. By now she was sitting with the zip of her own jeans undone to ease the pressure on her bursting bladder. I was having to clench my urethra shut so hard I could barely stop myself from groaning with the effort, and I kept shivering and bumping my knees together as surges of desperation took me to the brink of letting go in my jeans. The worst thing was, we were just about at the part where one of the characters is alone in a locker room. She's taken a shower, and she's only wearing a towel when the creepy dead girl appears from out of a corner, and the other girl is so scared she pees herself. The first time i saw the movie, i actually wet myself at the same time, i really did. Now i wondered how Taylor would react. Would she do the same? Before i could find out, she paused the movie and got up to get us two more bottles of water, but as she walked over towards the mini bar, she suddenly stopped, doubled over and gasped softly. Her long legs clamped together at the knees as she bent down a bit, one slim hand over her chest and the other down between her slender thighs. No doubt about what had happened this time; she had leaked at least, and maybe even let out a nice little squirt of her own. "T., are you okay?" i asked her. "I'm... I'm okay," she replied haltingly. Taylor took a deep breath, then said, "OMG, I really thought I was going to lose it totally right there!" "Yeah, standing up fast when i'm really desp always has that effect on me too," i giggled. "Well, then, fair's fair... you can get the next round!" she said, laughing. When she came back with the water bottles she sat down next to me again, but instead of starting the movie up again, she said, "Wetness check!" I hadn't bothered to fully do up my zipper after the last time, so it was an easy enough thing for her to work her hand down inside my pants and into my knickers, and i did the same to her as well this time, the both of us kneeling on the couch now. And while we were at it, she started kissing me again. Her lips were so soft, and her kisses so sweet and tender... and all the while, her fingers were working their delicate magic on me down there, her other hand now up under my tee again inside my bra, caressing my breast and squeezing my nipple as it erected beneath her touch. "Ohhhhh," i gasped. My need was getting so urgent that I was dying to grab my crotch, so i did, even though Taylor still had her hand down inside my panties. Even with her hand between mine and my girl parts, i could feel how wet i was now and i pressed down hard, and she responded by forcing two long fingers into me a bit as i gasped again with pleasure. The pressure in my bladder was becoming uncontrollable and i wasn’t sure if I could win this holding contest any more. It was an unfair match anyway; i had had way too much water beforehand and i didn’t even get to relieve myself. All i could do now was hope that my bladder could stretch enough to hold all that liquid. By now, Taylor had me completely aroused, and i was totally helpless. Suddenly, i squirted again, and this time she could feel it as it happened. "Oh, Erica...." "I'm... i'm sorry..." i mumbled, embarrassed. I almost expected her to pull her hand away, but Taylor only held me tighter as she felt my warm wetness, and then she sighed softly. "Please, don't be," she whispered. "I like it... when that happens... you don't think it's weird, do you?" Her eyes were downcast now, and even though the room was dark, i could feel the heat of her blushing cheeks next to mine, and i knew just what she was feeling at that moment. All of a sudden, the words started to tumble out of me, spilling out like the urine i was desperately holding inside was trying to even now. "No, i don't think you're weird, i love you so much! OMG, i used to think i was weird, because of my squirting when i was turned on enough, i thought i was just peeing myself every time, and it got so the two sensations almost became the same thing... i got turned on by having to pee, and holding it until i couldn't any more, and then i'd wet myself and it felt so great, and when i got super aroused, i'd squirt every time and thought i was wetting myself, but i was actually having an orgasm and didn't know it, all i knew was it felt awesome, but then i'd be ashamed because i was such a weirdo!" "I told you I was just a girl like you, didn't I?" She looked into my eyes, smiled her beautiful smile once more, and hugged me tighter. OMG, YES! Taylor Swift was just a girl, she was just a girl like me after all, and more like me than i could ever have hoped for! "Do you know what a 'Betsy Wetsy' is?" she asked me. "Nope, sorry," i said in reply. "Well, it's an old doll that was around in the 1980s. You'd give her a drink, and then she'd wet..." Taylor got that far away look in her eyes again. "My grandmother gave me one when I was little, and i became obsessed... I guess that's where this all started." "With a doll?" "Yes, because I couldn't put that doll down. I loved making her drink and then seeing her wet over and over again. Then when i got a little older, I started experimenting with my friends." "Experimenting? How?" "Well, whenever we'd have a playdate or a slumber party, I always made sure that we had plenty of drinks available and that they'd drink as much as possible while we were playing a game that we couldn't stop easily. I started to really enjoy the signs of desperation: the squirms, the crossed legs, the lip biting, the hair twirling... and of course the best part was when one of them would actually have an 'accident' right in front of me..." Taylor sighed deeply. "It only happened a few times, but OMG, I would get so excited... well, actually turned on, I guess. Sometimes I would run to the bathroom myself afterwards and pee through my own panties, and then rub myself through them until I... " It looked to me like she was getting turned on just thinking about it, actually. I know i certainly was! "I want you to be my real live Betsy Wetsy, Erica..." i shuddered as i released a quick squirt into my knickers again. As for my jeans, they were just about soaked through, between my pee and my girl juice. "OMG... i... i..." I was a complete wreck now, shuddering uncontrollably, leaking, squirting, and oh so ready for Taylor Swift to ravish me. But instead... "OMG, Erica, are you OK?" Taylor asked. "If you want to stop, it's alright with me, or if you need to pee, that's OK too, sweetie." This time, there was no doubt in my mind that she meant it. There was no mistaking the real concern in her voice. "Don't worry about the contest any more, honey; i'm going to get you that recording session anyway. I was always going to do that for you one way or another, even if Joe hadn't made me promise to." Taylor Swift was a peach of a girl, the sweetest one i'd ever known (besides Norah, of course). But there was no way i was going to be able to get up from the couch now without losing it completely; there was no doubt in my mind about that either. To be continued.... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  18. Taylor And Me (pt. 6) Fright Night We were on the couch in front of the TV, watching as the movie played on the large screen in the darkened room, eating hot buttery salted popcorn and drinking from our bottles of water. When we finished our first bottles, Taylor got up and got us two more from the mini bar. I watched her closely as she walked, looking for any signs of desperation, but it didn't seem as if she was feeling any urge at all. She moves like a cat, i thought to myself, all sleek feline grace, no wasted motion. She brought both bottles back, sat down right beside me and handed one over. Taylor crossed her legs again, but this time her other hand moved towards her crotch and settled in between them. OMG, was she was holding herself? It was hard to be sure in the dark, and in any case i couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen. The Grudge 2 had caught me again; i couldn't look away no matter how badly i wanted to and i'd already been holding myself for some time now, putting pressure on my wee hole through my tight jeans. It wasn't helping much; between my need and my film-induced fear, i was leaking pretty steadily by now. The TV screen in Taylor's suite was so huge, it almost felt like we were in a movie theatre; i was sitting next to my idol, so close that i could feel her sharp intake of breath every time a scary part happened, feel her body tense up in unison with mine... before long we started holding hands, using the opposite hand to alternately lift our water bottles and drink, then jamming them back down between our tightly crossed legs. Finally Taylor whispered, "OMG, this is really scary!" "It really is," i replied, and nodded. "Do you want me to stop the movie, honey?" she asked me, with what appeared to be real concern in her voice. OMG, Taylor Swift was worried about me, and even with the contest on the line, she wasn't going to force me to watch if i couldn't take it. Or was she just worried about herself? Well, i'd been here before with this movie, so at least i knew what was ahead. She didn't. "No, it's OK... the best parts are still to come,' i answered with a little smile of my own. So, we kept on watching, and drinking, and holding hands. Unbelievable, but yes, i was actually hanging out with Taylor Swift! Not just hanging out, but sitting right beside her, watching a movie and holding her hand... OMG! The feeling of being with her, and doing this together, it was indescribably amazing. Like a dream come true, really... You see, i love and adore Norah more than anything, and i'd been desperate in front of her more times than i could count, but her being a domme, she'd never shared that experience with me. Even though we're pretty close in age, it's almost more like a mother/daughter relationship in a lot of ways. Norah is always in control, and that's how i like it, just as much as she prefers it that way. But i still couldn't help wondering now and again what it would be like to see her like this, the way she always got to see me, even though i knew it would never happen, and that i probably didn't even really want it to. Now, with Taylor, the two of us were having a common experience; it was like we were sisters or besties and either one of us might lose it totally at any time, but it would be OK. By now, we were both squirming and wriggling, and i was getting pretty damp from the amount of pee that had already leaked out of me despite my best efforts to hold everything in, not to mention my arousal just from sitting next to this amazingly gorgeous girl. As for Taylor, she was still dry on the outside, but her occasional gasps and shudders led me to believe she was probably just as wet as i was underneath those tight sexy jeans of hers. As i looked over at her, i found it incredibly arousing to watch her squirm and writhe in desperation, and to know that she was feeling what i was, feeling that crazy thrill that only comes when you've been holding desperately for what seems like forever and can keep yourself on the verge of letting go but not actually doing it for as long as possible before... well, you know. <blush> As i was thinking those thoughts, Taylor picked up her bottle of water and drained it dry. Then she glanced over at me expectantly, and without any hesitation, i did the same with mine. As i finished the last of it, i felt a sudden heavy twinge of desperation, and i jammed my hand down tighter in between my thighs, and double crossed my legs. Taylor couldn't help but notice it, and i heard her giggle softly. She suddenly leaned over and started kissing the back of my neck again. N. must have told her that was one of my special spots, or was she just intuiting this naturally? Either way, i was squirting uncontrollably again, wetting my knickers even more now. As if to confirm that her kisses were having the desired effect, she put her hand down into my still unzipped jeans, and giggled softly again as she felt how wet i was down there. "Oh, sweetie... " To be continued...
  19. Taylor And Me (pt. 5) And So It Begins "If Joe told you all about me, then you know i'll have to ask my girlfriend Norah for permission before we do this, right?" "Of course. Why don't you call her right now?" Taylor said with a smile. Fishing my cell phone out of my clutch purse, i hit speed dial. It only rang twice before Norah answered. "Hi, sweetie, how's it going? Are you having a good time?" she asked. "You have no idea..." i replied, and then started to explain the situation i found myself in. Norah laughed when i finished, then told me to put Taylor on. "She wants to speak to you," i said shyly, handing the phone to her. It was as if i had called my mommy, and then she asked to talk to the baby sitter... OMG. Although i couldn't hear what N. was saying to her, i saw Taylor smiling more and more as she murmured into the phone. "Yes... OK... sure... no problem," she said, giggling every so often as she glanced over at me. Finally, she handed the phone back. "Your turn again," Taylor said brightly. "Norah, you're not mad? You're OK with this?" i asked anxiously. "Of course I am OK with it," she answered emphatically. "How could you ever pass up such a golden opportunity?" She and i both giggled at her pun. "Do whatever Taylor tells you to as if it were me telling you, and try your best, sweetie; I'm good with the outcome, whether you win or lose. Good luck and see you in the morning!" she said cheerily. Norah hung up, and i ended the call. "Well, i guess we're really doing this, then," i said with another little giggle. "Starting now," Taylor said with an answering giggle of her own. She went back to the mini bar and brought out another bottle of water for me, smiled again and said, "Mine's still pretty much full, so I'll just use that. If you don't mind..." Norah had just told me to obey Taylor as if it was her giving the orders herself, and with N., any request was the same as a command, so... there was no way i could refuse. All i could do was nod my head and softly say, "Sure, no problem." Now i finally realized why Taylor had been plying me with water so steadily beforehand; she was stacking the odds in her favour! i hadn't had a chance to use a restroom since i'd left home; not at the club and certainly not since i'd gotten here, and i'd just chugged down two bottles of ice cold water while she had barely taken a few sips from hers. That was on top of what i'd had while i was at the club. Was it two bottles or three? OMG... was Joe in on this too? I'll bet he knew all along that i was going to end up here, in this situation! "OK, to start this off right, I think we'll need to have a wetness check," Taylor said with a cute, albeit devilish, smile. "Come on over here, little girl." Well, that certainly broke my train of thought... When i was standing right in front of her, she unbuttoned her jeans and said, "You can go first." SInce i wasn't quite sure what to do, i just stood there. Taylor took hold of my my hand and guided it down into her pants. Now i could feel her moist warmth on my fingertips as i caressed her through her satin panties. Taylor closed her beautiful blue eyes for a moment; when she opened them again i couldn't help noticing that the knickers she was wearing matched the colour of them perfectly. She sighed and shuddered briefly beneath my hand before i withdrew it. True to her word, she was damp, but only from her own girl juice, not with any pee yet. Then it was her turn. She took the initiative again, undoing the top button of my tight skinny jeans, sliding the zipper down and working her slender hand down between my legs and into my crotch. Unlike me, she wasn't content to simply verify my arousal though; instead, she lingered and fanned the flames a bit more with a practiced ease that spoke volumes to a fellow follower of Sappho, and before i even knew what was happening i had squirted just a little again, wetting my knickers even more now. "Ohhh, OMG..." i gasped, squeezing my thighs together around her hand. Taylor giggled again. "Oopsies, sorry about that," she said with that same impish grin as i closed my eyes and writhed under her skilled fingers, but she couldn't really have been too sorry, because she didn't stop! When she finally pulled her hand out of my jeans, i opened my eyes again and i could see her fingertips glistening with my love juice before she popped them into her mouth and sucked on them. "OOOh, yummy," she said with a smile as she withdrew them, then she looked at me fetchingly from under her bangs again. "It's a shame I have to drink this water now." She picked up her bottle and had a long swallow, then put it down on the table. "OK, sweetie, your turn!" She didn't have to tell me twice. Norah's command to obey Taylor as if it were her giving the orders was still fresh in my ears, and i was going to be a good little girl for her, because if word got back to Norah that i wasn't, i'd be in trouble for certain. Besides, i was getting curious; just how good at holding was my idol anyway? She had to have confidence in her ability since it was she who'd suggested the contest in the first place... and Joe had probably even told her about my stress wetting issues, too. Well, i was going to surprise her if i had anything to say about it, though. Picking up my bottle, i grinned and said, "Bottoms up!" and took a huge swallow myself, being careful to empty it just about the same amount as Taylor had hers. She already had enough of an advantage on me without me giving anything away now! She laughed and said, "I think this might take awhile; want to watch a movie while we're at it?" "Sure," i replied, "That's fine with me." "I know just the thing we need, then." Taylor went into the kitchenette area and i could hear her rummaging around in there, then i heard a beeping sound and in a moment she was back with a giant bowl of hot buttery popcorn. Setting it down on the table between our half-empty bottles of water she went over to the flat screen TV set, grabbed the remote that was sitting on top of it, and came back to sit on the couch next to me again. She pressed a few buttons on the remote and the movie started. "I Tivo'd this earlier today; have you seen it already?" Taylor said, looking over at me and batting her eyelashes coyly. OMG... it was The Grudge 2! "Oh, i've seen it," i answered, trying to sound nonchalant. "Would you mind watching it again? I'd really like to see it myself," Taylor said, smiling that lovely smile at me again, although she looked just a little sad. "Ummm.... that's OK; i guess i can watch it again," i replied quietly. As if i actually had any choice... "Cool! It'll be like a slumber party!!!" Taylor exclaimed, all bubbly and happy again now. I didn't dare say no because of Norah's order, but all of a sudden i felt a little less confident in my holding capabilities. Yes, i'd seen The Grudge 2 more than once before... and even though i knew it by heart i still nearly wet my panties in fear every time, too. Every time i watch it, i can't help picturing myself in my old school uniform, going into that haunted house and feeling the sheer terror of it. IDK why, but it just hits a nerve. It's a really scary movie, and one that really gets to me every time i watch it, but i just can't help myself; when it's on, i have to watch it for some strange reason. And then i'm terrified. Unconsciously, i snuggled up closer to Taylor, and she put her arm around me again. To be continued...
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