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  1. I know this is embarrassing and I had an idea, but I ran this by a friend of mine who had this reaction to see if she agreed. She has intermittent trouble with holding her bladder due to nerve damage and sometimes has to wear diapers (with and/or without pads) in public.

    [My Friend (F)]: "So, the first reaction was something like "Oh god, look at that..."

    [Me]: "Yes."

    No reply for a minute or so.

    [Me]: "Did you need any other context?"

    No reply for a bit.

    [My Friend (F)]: "Did she (poster) say the girls said 'Ewww or cause a scene?"

    [Me]: "Not that she (Poster) mentioned."

    Short pause.

    [My Friend (F)]: "Ok.  Explain what happened next."

    I explained from your post.

    [My Friend (F)]: "I may take a minute ... or three. OK?"

    [Me]: "OK"

    A few minutes pass.

    And then nearly 40 minutes pass.

    Here is her reply. I edited out the non essential parts.

    [My Friend (F)]: "Ok.  They def. noticed the poster. I think the "Oh god" was surprise more than anything."

    "I thought about the subsequent reaction ... the friend laughing and the - was it the "Oh god girl?"

     

    [Me}: "I don't know. I read the post and thought of you. I didn't ask."

    [My Friend (F)]: "Ok, I think the "oh no that's cute though" girl was def on the poster's side.

    There is nervous laughter - like 'I can't believe what I just saw'

    There is mean laughter - like ' enter mean or derogatory phrase here' type laughter' - do you know what I mean, T?

    [Me]: "Yes, you know that. My ex ... and ... well, you know..."

    [My Friend (F): " So I think the laughter was nervous laughter and whomever said the poster was cute was at the least understanding, if not ... maybe more. It would be hard to know. I know I've giggled when my gf peed herself in public before. I mean I loved it but I laughed. She was so mad and embarrassed. She knew it was kinda my secret thing and I didn't know she was going to do it. She turned fire engine red and walked away from our date night. It took a while to patch things up.

    [My Friend (F): " But you know, some reactions are automatic sometimes.  Maybe at least one of the girls behind the poster had to wear diapers or knew about wearing them in public. I look at ... (information withheld for privacy sake) and I can't tell. Now that I have to wear them (diapers / Depends) in public, I notice them a lot more. "

     

    [My Friend (F): " Tell the poster she's OK. If the girls saw her, I really think at least one is on her side. Maybe at their (the girls behind her) next sleepover, they will dare each other to wear diapers in public and play "Who pees last"."

    [My Friend (F): " BTW, sorry I took so long earlier. I changed into a fresh one (diaper) and trying to see how long I can wait before going. I think I am going to Target and see if I can make it all the way there, try on clothes, and all the way home without going. "

    [Me]: "TTYL"

     

    I hope this helps.

    Tennyson & (F)riend

     

  2. I am circumcised and all of my life I guess I have felt I have a "shy" penis?  The head barely sticks out of my hair. When I have shaved, it barely sticks out of my ... skin?

    It is worse when I am nervous or cold or in public or embarrassed. (Like the first time a woman flashed me her breasts in public in exchange for me dropping my pants. She was upset, thinking I was a gangly, ugly girl.)

    Erect, I am 5 1/4" ... but,like now, I can push on the head directly and push it inside myself.   For a long time, I've wondered about not being male.  Here is the only place I can ever mention it.

    Thanks 🙂

     

  3. @BeeCat

    No, I had no idea!

    The funny thing was we met through a personal ad in the local paper - not looking for a roommate personal ad - looking for a person/partner/etc. ad.

    The instructions in her ad said to leave a message on her answering machine - and don't be stupid. (Her message may have been very close to:

    " Leave an intelligent message. Don't be cocky. Don't be an asshole. If I am interested, I will call you back. If I am not interested, I won't call you back. If you call me more than once, I will NOT call you back." (pause) "Leave your name and number after the beep. Aquarius and (I forgot which other astrological sign she mentioned) need not leave a name, number, or message."

    Now if her ad was just "Hey, looking to meet up/good time/etc." I would not have bothered to answer. But her ad was well-written, spelled correctly, and clever. I called up and left her a message something like this:

    " I am an Aquarius. I really don't put any stock in astrological signs, but I thought your ad was intelligent and that is why I wanted to respond. I know I am violating your 'do not leave a name, number, message'  rule, but I wondered why the two astrological signs were singled out."

    I left my name and number and I did not expect to hear from her.

    A couple of weeks later she called me and we talked for  about 20 minutes on the phone. She wanted to meet me for lunch and after that she said she needed a housemate. The rent was ideal.  I still did not know she was nude at home until she showed me her place and as soon as we got there she disrobed.

    I think she expected me to be ... alarmed? shocked?

    I just said "If you want me to do laundry, you'll have to show me how you like your laundry washed and sorted."

    She paused and cocked her head. Then she burst out laughing.

    Then she said "You really mean that?"

    "Yep, I have never turned anything pink or shrunk anything delicate. I am the oldest of 4 children it kind of goes with the territory."

     

  4. There is a place (private house on wooded acres for consenting adults. It's like a club (you had to know someone and have them vouch for you, attend an "open night", be on your best behaviour, etc.). It has theme rooms.

    One was a medical suite (exam table, lights, machines that go "PING" with a toilet/shower area (just like in hospitals)). It also had the cabinet/slot that you could put samples for the "nurse/doctor/etc." to check. (Note: I am not sure if it was apple juice or real  RP.) During my demonstration, there was a couple who RP examinations and they had a patient who presented with abdominal cramps. She peed during the ultrasound. Of course, since I was a visitor, she was mostly draped (with peeks here and there to provide incentives to join).

    Another room is devoted to "littles". (Sorry if my terminology is not correct, it is the term that was used by the couple who gave me the tour.).

    There was the standard other rooms with padded pillories and other furniture.

    I wish I could have gone on a night that had more participation, but life changes hit for family and then COVID hit.

    OH, and how did I locate the place, it was through my local "munch" meet & greet. (I found a local one on fetLife, joined the group, read a lot of posts and introduced myself (online). Then after a while, I found out they met for lunch once a month. Luckily, I was available and finally ended up going. (everyone was cool, even to me, an extreme introvert!). I asked about the private meeting place (not right away) and was open and honest about myself to get an invitation to open house night.

     

    And there you have it. Hopefully, one day, I can go back. Maybe this will help someone find a play place this way (or get other suggestions). 

    On a side note, Costume parties are a way to get notice from a "doctor" or "nurse". You can go in a mask. (Some restaurants have theme costume parties for adults/singles, also.) You can joke about exams all you like and pretend it is all Halloween talk and fun, since it is and if you find they are turned off by it.

    If you do find someone willing to play, you can easily make a fake ultrasound device by getting:

    1. A hand LED light (144 Lumen Ultra-Bright Portable LED Worklight/Flashlight usually about $2 at Harbor Freight) - just cover the lens or use weak batteries.

    2. A couple of thick curly shoelaces (no tie) that are soft. You can hot glue one end to the light and the other can be out of the way. 

     

    I hope this helps.

  5. This does contain some slight graphic references, just fyi.

    1. This happened to my roommate in college. I was not present, but it was confirmed by both him and his gf.

    We had finished a weekend of our co-ed dorm cook-out/off contest. No, no one got sick from raw food, but there were a lot of steaks, hamburgers, and bread.

    It was Sunday night and they needed time alone. I decided to walk and see if the used bookstore downtown was open (no set hours).

    In the ensuing time, they had very enthusiastic fun and during one stretch (no, they didn't say what or who was stretching, I assume her), he came, she came and farted. What followed was a solid log that surprised both of them.

    They had cleaned everything up by the time I returned. Damn.

    This is slightly more graphic. 

    2. One of my medieval sword sparring students asked me if I had ever an orgasm while taking a shit. I said I hadn't. He said his wife was so horny when she was pregnant, that she sometimes came so hard and shit the bed at the same time. 

    Having had a pregnant wife with constipation (first marriage) and a pregnant wife with diarrhea (second marriage), I could understand how it could happen, but had never had it happen to me.

    My current wife (second marriage) has stopped many times during sex to run to the bathroom to avoid having an accident during orgasm.

     

  6. Cis (unfortunately) M.

    I fantasize about this quite a lot ... OK, every time I am peeing, have to pee, think I have to pee ...

    1. I want to pee in my panties and not have it go up my body. When I can manage it, it feels so much better going down my thighs and legs.

    2. I don't know if they still make novelty underwear that two people can wear facing each other. I've always wanted to wear a pair with a partner and pee with her. 

    3. I've always wanted to be a woman and have a kinky loving partner who would make love to me while desperate and then pee immediately after they have cum inside me.

    4. I want to orally please a MF couple while they are making love. (This is a fantasy when I am either gender.)

    5. I want to share an enema. I know this is really kinky, but hey ... ever since I saw this BBC America show (You Are What You Eat) that featured an enema (non-explicit) as  way to shock people into eating healthy, my mind was warped.

    6. I love the water/swimming. Having the ability to pee in a decent swimsuit (instead of trunks) is wonderful.

    7. Pissing while sitting outside. It is hard to disguise doing this as a guy. I have not had success with home-made gaff/panties to redirect the flow and I have not bought a commercial pair.

    8. Wearing a skirt. I have a kilt, which I LOVEEEEE!! (Even if I do have to wear something underneath at times.) But having the choice to wear another skirt would be wonderful. And I could sit out on a wall or bench and peee!

     

    There are so many more...

  7. I can attest that it does not matter what kind of chair or seat or clothing you have on (or don't have on), messing will happen. 

    I have had ... um ... a lot of experience with sitting on a very solid delivery truck seat (with plastic bag underneath) and it did not matter whether I was producing diamonds or talc, it all came out.

    If you want to get graphic look at the Bristol stool chart. Any of the types will come out.

    The Type 1's are usually the hardest, but will push out like pebbles. They still hurt (at least to me they do!).

    Type 2's are like passing a solid famous brand of candy bar with nuts. It would seem like something that big would not be able to fit in the small space between my flat arse cheeks and the floor (or toilet seat or ground or car seat or ... etc.) but I can tell you it comes out. It just feels like passing something that is more solid than it is.

     

    I hope this made sense. I've been out in the heat putting on new gutter covers and in the heat it sucks. 

     

     

     

  8. I like to shower when I need to pee. I can then try to hold it as long as I can and when I can't hold it any longer, I cup myself and try to pee a little into the palm of my hand, pretending like someone else is peeing into it or I am peeing into their hand.

    If I am feeling really horny, I bring my hand to my mouth and drink my pee, pretending it is someone else's (most of the time) or that my partner is encouraging me to drink my own pee.

    I try to hold the rest of my full bladder while I am doing this. 

    Depending on how much time I have, I switch up the fantasy and hold myself against my body and see if I can pee into my own mouth (as if I am male) or put on a pair of panties (as if I am female).

  9. I have a best friend ... and I mean BEST friend whom I have known and been best friends with since we were 14. We took art classes together (and no, I did not draw even one omo-related piece of art around him.). We have been through everything, including going to different universities and being out of touch for 8 years and then reconnecting and picking up like a week had not passed. He was the best man at my wedding.

    And I never told him my secret fetish. Not that he wasn't open-minded. In fact, he is probably one of the two most open-minded people I have ever met. And did I tell him. Nope. 

    He knew every other thing about my life, except that ... or so I thought.

    Sometimes we send each other stories or pictures to shock each other. (More like OH WOW, did you know about this? or I had never heard about this. etc. than gross out - but sometimes that too.)

    We met for lunch one Saturday and were walking afterwards. He switched topics and said ... "So you are into peeing ... like Annie Sprinkle golden showers and stuff."

    It was a statement, not a question. I literally tripped over my own feet and besides that I couldn't deny it.

    He hasn't judged me. He kind of mentions it off hand when we are alone, like in a "would you want to ... from ..." comment or something like that.

    He said I had cc'd him on an email describing how I came to have my fetish. (It was one I sent to someone in Sweden, a friend I used to work with who is now female and has a lot of the same fetishes I do. She never told anyone in the US, but felt comfortable after returning to Sweden.) I hope that makes sense.

    I was so scared he would give me the ewwww. His former gf liked to smear bodily fluids on him ( a trigger for him) while he was asleep.  A former housemate was an artist who kept "sun tea" giant Mason jars all over the apartment as décor. He later found out it wasn't "tea" inside when her bf broke a stack of gallon jars (sealed) that flooded the living room.

     

    Anyway, I hope this gives you some hope your friend doesn't judge you and accepts you. 

     

  10. I've done that, peed I mean. I was hauling some recycling, some donations, and some rubbish. It was f'ing hot (95 F-98 F almost all week). I had a lot of water and after I dropped off the last part (we have a separate hazardous waste recycling area), I knew I was getting too tired to drive. (F'ing narcolepsy).

    There was a park nearby that is not really used and no one was out in the heat. Luckily, someone had on a mist tree / sprinkler. I cooled off and took some towels to lie in the shade and keep wet from the spray for a bit.

    I didn't realize I had a couple of puppy pads in the towel bag left over from the last time the dogs went in the van. Oh well. 

    I had water, towels, cool water mist. No one was around. So I slept for an hour or so and dreamed I was getting wet and had to find a toilet.

    You know what that means!

    I managed to wake up with a very full bladder. The public toilets were on the other side of the clearing and I was not really in sight of some people at the picnic tables over there. 

    I debated what to do as I was really desperate. I was behind the mister so  I couldn't tell if they were moving in place or walking over. I decided I couldn't wait. I took off my shorts and squatted on the puppy pad and peed.

    It was kinky. It wasn't puppy-like at all. I didn't lift my leg like a boy dog and the pee came out the wrong way for a girl dog. Still.

    My black jockeys were soaked. I was horny. I looked up and I think they were closer.

    I grabbed my shorts and put them on and rolled up the pad in the towels.

    As I was getting up, they came over and realized someone was behind the misting tree. 

    "You're all wet, what did you do?" said the guy.

    "I fell asleep and the water came on while I was out."

    "Oh! Um... Did you, um..." sniffed his female friend.

    "I think a dog peed on me while I was asleep or I rolled in something, so don't go over there."

    I pointed to where I had been lying down.

    "Okay." 

    They left.

    I walked back to the van and changed inside. I put all of my wet stuff inside huge contractor trash bags and sprayed it with M9.

    I put a bunch of towels on the seat and wore a new pair of jockeys. Unfortunately, I didn't have to pee on the way home.

    and No, I didn't go shirtless. 

  11. Everyone's system is different.

    I am lactose intolerant for cheeses, except for the kind in cannoli. I can eat a small amount of real fresh mozzarella, but that is it for cheese. Yogurt, ice cream, sorbet, soy-based dairy, etc.  do not bother me at all.  But more than a non-quantifiable amount of cheese turns my system into the end of the mine cart scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, aka IBS-D/C. 

    So, for me, staying away from cheese, but eating breakfast biscuits (Bel Vita? Aldi has a store brand that are much cheaper.), McVitty's Digestive Biscuits, Matzoh crackers, rice, and rice water make for very firm stools.

    I make rice water for my daughter's remaining carer Australian Cattle Dog (14). I use a very small amount of rice flour and dissolve it in hot water. I put it in cleaned and reused Pedialyte bottles and let it cool in the refrigerator. The taste is sweet and when her dog gets the squits, I pull out a bottle, shake it up and pour it into his bowl.

    I was making something and was having migraines so I forgot what was in the clear pan on the stove. It had cooled after I woke up from taking my Rizatriptan (anti-migraine medicine). I took a taste and it was sweet. I was parched and so I filled a glass and added ice. 

    Hours later I was a bit constipated. After I was done, my daughter asked me where her dog's water went.

    Oops....

    I hope it helps, well at least I have something else I know works for me when I have diarrhea.

  12. I am not a medical professional. Your body will tell you when you need to go.

    I have an appointment with my narcolepsy doc so this will be minimally edited and hopefully will make sense. These are my opinions only. 

    1. Start slowly and work up to larger/longer holds.

    2. If it doesn't work or you are unable to piss/wet yourself, it is OK! It is hard for most people to undo the socialization of potty training.

    Safest and best way to get desperate: Drink water. Don't rush and just drink as you go. If you know you have to pee after having a few glasses, then go into the bathroom a little bit before your limit and sit in the tub. 

    When you feel the urge, try to let go in the tub. That way you have less cleanup. Increase your amount of water and extend your time of holding.

    This will avoid the "hold your wee for a Wii" problem. Oh and if you start getting horrible cramps, by all means STOP and go pee. 

    Note: Make sure you have plenty of time alone or can get to a towel or bathroom quickly.

    Getting horny is part of the fun!

     

    Hope this helped some.

     

    There are others who are much more experienced at holding and if their ideas are better/ more advanced/ safer - PLEASE listen to them.  

     

  13. Wow! I didn't know anyone else felt this way. There is a particular bookstore I frequent that I have the need to go while there every time. 

    I feel embarrassed because until recently patrons had to ask for the bathroom key. And I have a stupid attraction to one of the employees. They (I could never tell their gender, nor did I feel it was my business to ask, nor did I care) were at the desk most of the times when I requested  the key; returned the key; AND checked out.

    It hasn't stopped me from going to the store, though.

  14. I prefer a person who enjoys wetting (or whatever) over a specific body "type". 

    If someone is not into it or overacting and trying to look like they are more into it than not, it is a turn off. What attracts me most is a being who is enjoying what they are doing. If that means that it is desperation and it is not so overly faked that they might as well not be doing it, there is no excitement for me.

    There are some people who like certain body types or are turned on more by that type than others. That is OK for them. 

    If you are happy, then I am happy.

  15. It does take practice. My Aunt and Uncle had an animal sanctuary and in the cabin they built was a huge modern master bathroom with urinal, toilet, shower, bath, commode (wc), and sink. From across the hall if I was positioned just correctly, I could see my aunt pissing in the urinal. It wasn't a big deal. I noticed she had to cant (angle) her hips forward.

    I have seen my cousin (and other a couple of other women) peeing up close. Each of them had different shaped labia. I don't remember the exact mechanics of how they made sure their labia was out of the way, just that it was important. And it took practice.

    I hope that helps some 

  16. Loss of control can be a mental/physical block for some people - it is hardwired into most people (aka potty training) and the social consequences of not being potty trained has a lot of social stigma and shame attached. Could this be something that is affecting your sub?

    My parents divorced when I was 4 1/2. My biological father wasn't around a lot, which was good. The problem was, when he was around (or I was with him when he bothered to show up for my weekends with him) he tended to try to micro-manage my behaviours (everything- including bathroom - and I was potty trained) to try to catch or make up things that he could claim my mom was doing "wrong".

    I am getting to the point, sorry... I would have horrible constipation - I still have it. I will have to pee and then feel like I have to shit immediately. Even as a child, I rocked one foot to the other while standing over the toilet and peeing. I would start and stop peeing so I could sit down. He would invariably burst in and catch me and yell at me to "piss right like a man". 

    I am not saying that this is what is happening with your sub, just that it took me a long time to get comfortable to pee not on the toilet. I had a very caring older girl (a year older) who eased me into it. We wore bathing suits. Then later old clothes while hiking or out. Even later it was special clothes. After a time we played some tie up games where I'd lose control for her.

    I am not sure if this helps at all. Maybe if you can figure out what is holding back their ability to let go. I know what helped me is that my relationship ended up sexual, even if it was me under her most of the time. After I was aroused, it was much easier to let go with gentle persuasion and caring with no judgments at all.

    Again, that is what helped me. I am sure if I was with someone now, it would take some time to fully open up to them. 

    I hope this has helped a little bit. If you have tried all of this or it is irrelevant I'm sorry if I have wasted your time or assumed anything.

    I hope you both can work something out so you can enjoy it.

  17. When I found the red bag at my grandmother's house, I asked my cousin about it and she explained what it was. I later found out that my grandmother was infamous for giving enemas if she thought someone didn't have a "BM" that day.

    Onto my experimentation... 

    One afternoon, my cousin had me fake not feeling well so we would not have to drive to see relatives on Sunday afternoon (about a 2 1/2 hour drive each way). I was put to bed with a hot water bottle and instructions to have her give me an enema, even though I didn't need one. After the first two in the bathroom, she brought me out to the back yard (secluded, luckily) and gave me the enema while in the hammock. THEN she made me put on some old pants that were in a closet. 

    I had to walk around and try to hold in the enema for as long as I could. Since I wasn't feeling well, I hadn't had anything to eat so there wasn't anything in my system and just water flooded out. It was kind of a high or dizzy feeling.

    Later in life, I did not have an enema bag, but I did use a large syringe (no needle) to squirt lots of water up my arse until I could hold no more. I would sometimes go walking through the woods and see how long it took before I was empty. Then I would wade into the cold stream and wash off.

     

  18. black cycling pants...

    a bathing suit...

    and my personal favourite ...

     

    a kilt!

    I have a Sportkilt made of cotton and if I am in a place where I might accidently show myself off to someone who would not have given prior consent, I can wear black panties or underwear. Either way, the kilt makes a great stealth pee!

    And please don't deride me for not having a proper wool kilt. I am so allergic to wool that I literally get welts if I sit next to someone who has on wool.

     

  19. I love peeing underwater and having someone pee on me underwater.

     

    On the way to get her new puppy yesterday (Sunday), my cousin called me and wanted me to keep her from getting road fatigue. 

    I did not bring it up, but she mentioned a game we played a long time ago. (She was my intro into ... everything omo ... when we were younger (she is a year older) ). In the pool, we would play around and if no others were too close/around she would just give me a look and I would swim underwater and between her legs. The game was that I would swim between her legs, as close to her crotch as possible and try to tell if she was peeing or not.

    I had to keep my eyes closed - that was part of the deal, but I did peek sometimes and she would occasionally slip her swimsuit to the side. Most of the time she would keep it covering her.

    I had completely forgotten that. She asked if I was bothered or thought she took of advantage of me by doing that. She said she never forced me and I always seemed more than happy to do it. Too true.

    She also said that (even though we knew it wasn't really true) that when we went to a spring pool after hiking or canoeing with the family, we could usually find the time to "replenish our magic fluids" by squatting (or standing) in the water and try to get a palm full of pee and clear water to drink.

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