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  1. There's no clothing tag for armor lol! Anyway, my last story had a paper-thin plot that existed only to smash as many hypersexualized accidents into the smallest word count I could. While a lot of fun, I wanted to try having a plot and dialogue that more organically supported the naughty bits, overdid it, and accidentally started a novel. So, if you're looking for something quick to get off to, this isn't it. For anyone left, I hope you enjoy, and I welcome any feedback to improve it, if it's worth continuing. Wet Knights and Wetter Nights I jolted awake into chaos and confusion, shouts of rage and boots hammering past my door. What time was it? It didn't matter; what mattered was getting out there and helping however I could. "What's going on?" the serving girl I'd snuck into my chambers mumbled drowsily. "No idea," I hissed to her, fastening my sword belt over my breeches. "But it sounds bad. An attack, maybe, or an assassination. I need you to get back to wherever you're supposed to be sleeping as soon as you can slip out." She pouted a little at being unceremoniously banished from my bed after all the sweet talk I'd used to get her into it in the first place, but a look at my face told her I wasn't kidding. Something was going down, and she didn't need to be around when it did. I fastened my long sword to my side as she understood, and began to get dressed. Careful not to open my door too wide and show my half-dressed lover to those outside, I stepped out and joined the surge of guards thundering by. Several confused moments later, I arrived at the queen's chamber, sword in hand. "Put that thing away, boy." This from Leofric, a much older guard. In fact, there were already a dozen or so other guards on the scene, all of them seasoned veterans, unlike myself. "You missed all the action, Edvin," he told me, and added, "if you want to do something useful, keep the gawkers at bay." I turned and saw that what looked like half the keep was filling into the hall behind me. There were lesser nobles, servants, children, and even the cook, savagely wielding an iron pan like she could do anything in a fight with it, all of them pressing in, eager to see. Eager to have something to gossip about. I sheathed my sword, but kept my hand on the hilt, hoping it made me look intimidating. I strode towards the milling crowd, summoning all the authority and conviction of a hopefully soon-to-be member of the queen's own, and herded them the best I could to a safe distance. I was dying to know what was going on behind me, but we each had our own duty to carry out, and this was mine. Eventually, though, I was called back to the queen's room. My heart sank when I saw blood all over the floor, on the walls, on the window frame. I frantically looked for the queen's body to be sprawled amongst the carnage, and was relieved to find her standing, unharmed, in a corner. I first noticed that she was whole, but quickly realized I was staring at the young queen in her bed clothes. Horrified at myself, I turned away to protect her dignity, but not before noticing an odd wet patch soaking her mid section. Had a glass of water been spilled during the battle? There was no time to ponder the queen's odd wetness now, for as I turned away I saw that her dog had been stabbed. Not an actual dog; Fluffy was in the corner barking excitedly still. The Queen's dog was what the rest of the guards and soldiers called her body guard. Years ago, the king had died under mysterious circumstances while visiting his brother, leaving the then Princess Averil as his only heir, and the steward who had managed her kingdom's affairs until she came of age to take the throne herself had given her every possible protection. With no heir of her own, he knew that if anything were to happen to her, the land would descend into bloody conflict as every noble squabbled over the crown. Thus, the Queen's Guard was created. It consisted of eight elite soldiers standing between her and the rest of the world, but the young queen-in-waiting had insisted on only one man to be allowed inside her chambers and to guard her in her more private moments. That man was Eardwulf, and he had served faithfully these past ten years. Despite being a highly decorated hero of multiple wars, his work for the queen was more service than anything else. She had dismissed many of the serving men and women that would traditionally work under a member of royalty, instead relying on Eardwulf to clean her chambers, dress her, serve meals she took in her rooms, and of course, guard her while she slept. Over the years, she had also come to rely on him quite heavily as an advisor in such affairs as she had authority over, a practice maintained now that she had come of age two moons ago, and even seemed to regard him as a father figure despite his vastly lower station. I had never once seen the queen without Eardwulf following on her heels, dogging her steps, and so we had all come to call him the dog. And now the dog had a knife stuck right in his thigh. "Yeah, he got away, but I doubt he could even climb back down the way he came. I got some nasty cuts in on him before he ran. Cowardly bastard." Eardwulf was already halfway through telling what had happened when I had come in. "I'd start by looking for a body right below the window." Two severed fingers on the floor told me he was probably right. Tracking down the assassin who'd climbed in the window to murder the queen was a job for better men than myself. I was here to help an injured Eardwulf hobble down the many stairs of the keep to the healer. "I don't need some kid to help me walk. I've had worse and kept fighting more than once." All the same, I felt him lean heavily on my shoulder as we went. ---- As it turned out, the would-be assassin had fallen as he tried to flee back down the wall. Previously thought to be unclimbable due to the expertly close-fit stones, the wall had proven too difficult in his injured state. Even with his leg broken from the fall, he had tried to continue running, but the guards had only to follow the trail of blood to track him down. He had given up his employer without any need for torture. He seemed almost eager to tell, like he was bragging, trying to strike fear into her heart that her uncle would keep trying until he succeeded. I was standing my shift now, guarding him as he stood in the town square, hands and feet shackled to a post. This was intended to be public humiliation, an example to anyone else who might consider such treason. Anyone passing by had free reign to strike him as they pleased, and my only duty was to ensure that nobody carried it too far and killed him. He would die, of course, but his execution was meant to be brutally carried out in three days time. Despite all this, the killer managed to sneer down at us, as if he were the righteous one and we were the criminals. He was meant to beg for mercy, plead for his life, but he wouldn't. He wouldn't so much as ask to get off his injured leg, or for a chance to relieve himself, and I scoffed in disgust as piss ran down the legs of his filthy trousers and pooled at his feet. ---- "I yield!" Once again, I found myself on my back, the rounded tip of Leofric's training steel pressed to my neck. "Get up, you lousy piece of shit!" "Bastard!" "I didn't need a father to be twice the man you are!" I staggered to my feet, knowing he'd be beating me back down to the hot dusty ground again soon. Leofric had rank over me, and I knew he could have me cleaning the outhouses for reminding him of his lineage, but he hated me so much he preferred to express himself during sparring, and I hated him back too much to stop calling him bastard. We squared off to go again, and I tightened my grip on my blunted long sword. Before Leofric could even begin knocking me around, though, the weapons master called a halt and waved me over. "Congratulations, boy. You're now one of the Queen's Guard." He must have seen the look of confusion on my face, because he went on to explain, "Eardwulf died in the night." "But how? He was tougher than that, wasn't he?" I interrupted him. "Tough doesn't help against poison. The wound turned a nasty shade of green before he locked up and quit breathing, the way I heard it. Terrible way to go for a warrior. Terrible way for anyone to go, really. Anyway, we're a man short now, so you're being promoted ahead of schedule. As captain, Leofric is expected to be chosen as the queen's new dog before nightfall. You'll be taking his place in the throne room today so he can be rested to guard her Majesty tonight. Can you handle that?" "Yes, sir, of course. When do I report?" "You'd better leave now if you want to figure out what you're doing before the queen shows up!" I barely had time to clean the dust caked onto me from sweat, down a mug of water, and rush to the throne room in time to receive my instructions. I'm not sure why I needed to be so early for them. Stand here, don't move. That "don't move" part was a lot more important in the throne room than, for example, the West gate, but I'd been a guard since I was big enough to fill out a suit of armor and hold a pike. Just stand there, and don't move a muscle unless the queen was threatened in some way, and nobody was likely to even try that with eight guards in the room. The difficulty, it seemed, was in how long you had to do it. Delegations from neighboring lands came in, seeking deals and treaties with the queen. Citizens of our own country, from noble to peasant, came before her to judge on disputes between themselves. Council members brought reports on the affairs they had been placed over, and asked how her Majesty would like them to proceed. Through all this, I couldn't move a single muscle. My body ached from the morning's training, and stiffened until I felt I was becoming the statue I appeared to be. A single drop of sweat slowly tricked down my forehead and into my eye, and still, I refused to do more than blink. The worst of it, though, was how bad I had to piss. I don't think I'd ever had to take a leak so bad in my life. How much longer could this windbag blow on about the tax rate of wheat in his province being unfair? There was nothing I could do but hold it, though, no matter how badly I ached for relief. What else could I do? Interrupt the queen to ask her, "excuse me, your Majesty, but I'm about to wet my armor. May I please be excused to go find the nearest chamber pot, instead?" I'd probably find myself chained up beside the failed assassin, if Leofric didn't simply beat me to death for embarrassing the queen. Although I knew I had to hold on, I wasn't sure how much longer I could. Without the freedom to hold myself or fidget about, all I could do was focus on squeezing the muscles in my cock as tight as I could. An involuntary shiver of desperation caused my plate-clad knees to clink together. Damn. The queen briefly flicked her eyes in my direction, possibly because she had heard me and was now contemplating my punishment, possibly by mere coincidence, I didn't know. Another wave of urgency shot through me. I was able to restrain my body from twitching this time, but a small warmth in the breeches I wore under my armor told me my body had dealt with it another way instead. Finally, Sir Wheat Taxes was satisfied, and left. Was I about to be free? My hopes were crushed as two bickering families were shown in, each claiming to be the rightful owner of the stream that ran through the border of their farms. Oh, damn, this could take a while. I fought more valiantly than I ever had with a sword, but more and more leaks of urine forced their way past my defenses. I could feel my knees beginning to get wet. Thus far, everything was hidden by my gleaming steel plate mail, but what would happen when it filled my boots and started running across the flag stones? I didn't have to wait for that many more leaks to find out. Eventually my cock was tired of fighting, and the flood gates were opened. I must have pissed with a great deal of force, because the steady ringing sound of my stream hitting plate mail was audible even over the heated screaming of the farmers. Everyone stopped, bewildered, looking around for the source of the noise. I remained as rigidly immobile as before, eyes straight ahead, but the red flush of my cheeks as well as the puddle leaking from my boots gave me away. "Oh my." A quiet exclamation from Queen Averil was the only sound in the otherwise silent throne room, as my bladder had finished emptying itself by this point. "Edvin, step forward. Everybody else, leave us," she said in a perfectly cool and level voice. There was no way to read her expression. No way to know if I was headed for the gallows or merely a post in some backwater village. I steeled my nerves for the worst and approached her throne as my fellow guards marched out. Queen Averil was gorgeous. I had so much more to worry about as I stood at rapt attention before her, still dripping slightly, but a man can't help but notice that kind of beauty in any circumstance. Her deep blue eyes locked onto mine, as unreadable as the ocean they matched in color. "You're a very interesting young knight, Edvin. Did you know that?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "I've been watching you, you know. Sometimes I stand on my balcony and watch the soldiers train to pass the time." "Yes, your Majesty, I have seen you up there." "I know you run the fastest, you move the heaviest weights, you perform all the form drills flawlessly, and yet, you lose nearly every sparring match. Why is that?" I wasn't sure how to answer. How do you tell the queen, the one whom you now live to protect, that you can't keep your head in a fight? "I'll tell you how. It's because he's incompetent donkey shit, that's how!" Leofric, the haughty bastard, strolled into the room, boots ringing against the flagstones. "He's the most worthless dolt I've ever had the displeasure of trying to train. I've been calling him a yellow coward for years, and here he's gone and earned the title in full!" Queen Averil regarded me calmly, one blonde eyebrow raised as if to ask, "is that so?" What she actually said, was, "I feel that there is more potential than that in our young, sodden knight, here. Edvin, I could have your head on a pike for disgracing my throne room." I swallowed nervously, grateful that at least pissing myself in fear wasn't very likely to happen at the moment. "But," Queen Averil continued, "I would rather have you as my new bodyguard-" "My Queen! You can't be serious!" One slender finger, held up in the air, was all it took to cut off Leofric's outburst. With quiet restored, she added, "if, of course, you can prove yourself capable. Knights, draw your steel." Surely she had misspoken. "With all due respect, your Majesty, did you mean for us to fetch training swords?" Before she could speak, Leofric mocked me, saying, "See, I told you he's a coward. I don't want to get his piss on me sparring anyway." "I have not misspoken, and you should be more concerned with a soaking in your own blood than a little pee! A man tried to kill me just this past night. I must know that whoever guards my bed chamber is man enough for the task! Now stop bickering like girls and square off!" Leofric scoffed in unconcealed disdain, but he turned to face me all the same. We bowed to each other, a token of respect between combatants. Before I had raised my eyes back from my dripping boots he was on me with a fury I had never seen in training. The cheating bastard! I barely had time to raise my sword before his blow came crashing down with a force that threatened to rip my steel from my fingers. He swung again and again, driving me back across the room, giving me no time to breathe. I dodged and parried the best I could, backpedaling in my squelching wet boots. Queen Averil gasped and cheered as if this were all a show put on by a troupe of actors, not life and death, and Leofric drove me back and back with his wild blows. The throne itself sat on a raised platform, up three stairs. It was the second of them that tripped me, and for the second time today, I found myself looking up at Leofric from my back. I expected a sword point at my neck and a declaration of victory, but he only kept swinging madly at me. "You! Worthless! Sack! Of! Shit!" Each word was punctuated by a crushing downswing of his sword, spit flying from his mouth in rage. I blocked each blow, sending his sword glancing to the side to strike chips from the flagstones, but I couldn't withstand such a murderous onslaught for long. I suddenly knew how steel felt when worked by the blacksmith, and I also knew he meant to kill me. He knocked my feeble guard aside, and paused to gloat over me before he finished me. "You see, my queen, this trash is unfit for your service. Allow me to take it out for arrrrgh!" I had poked the tip of my blade into the knee joint of his armor. There was no honor in it, but no part of this fight had had any honor yet. Dying on it wouldn't do any good. I staggered dizzily to my feet as a small patter of Leofric's blood joined my piss on the floor. We stared at each other, both breathing hard, both knowing one of us was going to kill the other and end this feud today. We circled wearily, each looking for an opening to attack, each trying not to offer the other such an opening. I thought about all the times he'd beat me, all the insults, all the years of hatred. I thought about Averil, willing to execute me or promote me, and seemingly indifferent about which. I thought of my shame at pissing myself. As we circled, a new rage I'd never felt began to grow in me. Without warning, I flew at Leofric, snarling with bloodlust. It was my turn to push him across the wide chamber. I lunged at him again and again, striking with speed and precision. I broke upon him like a storm, a whirlwind of steel and wrath, blowing into every crevice in his defenses, too swift for his lumbering counter attacks. With a roar of effort, I knocked his long sword from his hands, sending it clattering across the floor. I raised my own blade for the victorious blow, and- Smash! I found myself sitting on my wet arse, blood pouring from my broken nose. I had proved the stronger swordsman, but Leofric was older, craftier, and knew he had other weapons than a sword. I hadn't even seen his gauntleted fist rising to meet my face. When my vision cleared, I saw he had reclaimed his dropped weapon, and was once again ready to strike my head from my shoulders. "Enough!" Cried the queen. "Your Majesty, I was just about to-" "I know what you were about to do, and I'll not have a dead man in front of my throne!" Aw hell. My luck had run out, and I was only being spared the sword today to get the axe tomorrow. Queen Averil had more to say, though. "And I'll most certainly not have you murder my new bodyguard. Now, I thank you for your assistance in proving him. You may go." "Your new wha?" Leofric was slack-jawed in bewilderment. "But, your Majesty, he lost!" "I am aware." Queen Averil had an edge of iciness creeping into her voice. "And yet, Edvin showed great courage, and potential. Over time I expect he will be one of the finest swordsmen we've had. Furthermore, there is more to the position of my personal bodyguard than fighting. There are other.. considerations. You might have some idea of what I mean had a lady ever invited you into her chambers before." Leofric clearly wanted to argue further, but he could see that he had already upset the young queen. Indeed, it was strange to see such a look of righteous indignation on such delicate features. He hung his head and left without another word, limping from the poke I'd put in his leg. I was so worn from fighting that I thought it better to shift to one knee and kneel before my queen rather than try to stand and topple over in a heap of piss-filled armor. A sharp bang echoed through the hall as Leofric, bastard as he was, shut the door behind him far harder than necessary. Queen Averil flinched, muttered something unladylike under her breath, and then surprised me by rushing down from her throne to help lift me to my feet. "Oh, you're an absolute mess. Are you going to be all right?" I was thrown off by her sudden change in demeanor, but managed a nod. "Good. My uncle isn't a patient man. He will make another attempt on my life, maybe as soon as tonight. I need you to be ready for anything, at any time. Can you do that?" I managed a proper, "yes, my queen," this time. ---- My first job as the queen's new dog was to enter her chambers ahead of her and search for any signs of danger within. Other than a bit of dust left on a rug from where the masons had installed bars over her window, everything seemed to be in perfect order. I called her in, and we began what I assumed would become our nightly routine together. All the little acts of service that normally occupied a full staff, were all mine. I was the only person aside from herself now allowed in these rooms. I stood behind her, helping her undo the complicated series of pins and clips that held her hair in the elegant style that was the only way the outside world had seen it. This first time, she had to show my clumsy fingers how, but I'd learn. Undone, her nearly silver blonde hair fell far down her back in silken sheets. She met my eyes in the mirror. "Edvin, I could have punished you severely today. You know that, right?" I told her I did, and that she had my gratitude. "Yes, but do I have your absolute loyalty?" She turned to face me now, looking up at me with her deep blue eyes. Seeing her this way, I was reminded how young she was, barely old enough to wear the crown. I hated her uncle for clouding her sweetness with fear. "Of course, my queen. I have sworn to protect-" "Every knight has sworn to fight for the crown. Yes. Do I, Averil, have the loyalty of you, Edvin? Will you do anything I ask you to? Will you devote your life, that I spared, to my service?" In a low whisper, she added, "Will you keep my secrets?" Once again, I knelt before my queen, "My Queen. Averil. I would be honored to do anything you ask of me. Your life and your secrets both are safe in my keeping." Apparently satisfied, we resumed the various night time tasks, and she settled into bed, me standing by, ready for any would-be assassins. Hours passed, with nothing to occupy my mind but the remembered events of the day. Why had the queen chosen me for this most coveted position? Why choose the one knight, out of so many more experienced soldiers, who pisses himself on his first day of duty? Well, she had secrets of her own, apparently. Maybe she liked having one of mine too hold over me. I was pulled from my thoughts by the queen's fitful stirrings in her enormous bed. She tossed and turned, seeming to be caught in some foul dream. Should I wake her? I didn't know if she would be grateful that I had pulled her from the nightmare, or angry that I had woken her. I stood debating with myself, when she rolled over, throwing all of the sheets off of herself, and then lay still on her curled on her side. The moonlight coming in through the window left the striped pattern of the bars across her royal arse as she lay uncovered on her side, dressing gown hiked up over her slim waist. It was a beautiful arse, really. I probably wasn't supposed to notice that, but how could I not? Barely covered in some sort of frilly and lacy undergarment that likely cost more than my full suit of armor, her perfectly round cheeks shone like pearls in the pale illumination. I shook myself from the spell such a sight had paralyzed me with, and was just moving to cover her dignity when I learned the secret she had meant me to keep. Why she had chosen me. The gossamer stand of fabric, hardly wider than a finger, that covered her womanhood, began to darken. Slowly at first, and then much more quickly, it soaked through with her majesty's royal urine. It became a string of diamonds, droplets glittering in the silver light. A cascade of the finest gold gilded her lower buttock, and the valley her slender frame pressed into the bed filled like a golden mountain lake. Her stream continued to flow for longer than I would have guessed possible, given the queen's size, but at last, it slowed to a softly hissing trickle and then stopped. Queen Averil sighed and appeared to settle into a deeper, more content sleep. The nightmare had passed. I stood transfixed by the sight of her. She was strangely beautiful, laying peacefully in a pool of urine that was slowly disappearing into the bedding. It was certainly a sight none of the other women I had taken to bed had blessed me with. Although I longed to gaze upon her beauty til morning, watching how the changing light would ever so slowly reveal more and more of her graceful, wet form, I knew the chivalrous thing would be to cover her near-nakedness back under the discarded blankets. I was just reaching out to tuck her back in, when I heard voices outside the door. Was it another of her uncle's hired killers, or just a servant passing by, greeting the guard that stood just outside? No, not a simple greeting; this was a full conversation, and growing more heated by the muffled sound of it. It became a scuffle, and then the door rattled in its frame, as if struck by a body. The queen awoke from the commotion, and slid out of her wet bed to take shelter in case the killer made it into the room. For my own part, I drew and sword and waited. It had gone quiet outside, but there was no way to know who had died, and who was turning the door knob now. The door opened, and a man in full armor stood silhouetted against the torch light in the hall . Thank heavens, the guard had won! Something wasn't right, though. His bloody sword was still in his hand, and he seemed to be scanning the shadows rather than stepping in and announcing himself. His eyes must have adjusted enough to spot me at the same instant I realized he was the murderer, come to finish last night's botched work. We attacked simultaneously, ringing steel breaking the quiet of the night. Damn, but long swords were hard to fight with in such a small, dark arena! In the chaos of it all, we were soon grappling, weapons both forgotten somewhere on the floor. "Hurry up and die, so I can move on to the little bitch," he growled as we stumbled around the room, smashing glass and overturning furniture. That voice sounded familiar, and on a hunch, I stomped my boot hard into the side of my opponent's left knee. He howled in agony and went down, but he dragged me down with him. Rolling and wrestling, the enemy knight wound up on top of me. He punched me in the face with his armored fist, and I felt my nose break. I was getting tired of that today. He hit me again, bouncing my head off the stone floor. This was going to kill me, but I couldn't shake him off. I reached for my belt knife, but it was pinned under me, his weight on my hips too much to arch up and free it. Another hit, this one splitting the skin just beneath my right eye. I reached around behind him, and pulled his belt knife out instead, and slid it into the gap between his cuirass and greaves, hoping to hit a kidney. My attacker screamed, but far from dropping dead, he dealt me another hard knock to the face. I yanked his knife back out, and punched it again and again and again into whatever weak points I could find. He tried to keep smashing my brains out, but his blows grew feeble from blood loss. I shoved him off just as two more guards stormed in bearing torches. The flames cast a grizzly red light over the scene: Leofric burbling out his last breath in a pool of blood.
  2. @loveight I'm in the middle of working on something else right now (chapter 1 hopefully up tomorrow), but I'm open to the idea of revisiting this later. I usually have an idea or read an experience on here that knocks around my head for a couple days before it turns into something worth writing. I've got something that I think could work into a second chapter of this story, but I could just as well use it somewhere else instead. I'm completely open to suggestions on where this could go while I'm still focused on other stories.
  3. I don't have any particular advice on fulfilling this fantasy, I just wanted to chime in and say I think it's fairly normal. Well, normal within the context of wetting yourself for fun, anyway. I don't have any desire to cross dress or present as a woman in general. However, I do like exploring the ways that different clothes, fabrics, and colors feel and look when wetting them, and tons of those different options are considered "women's clothing". Sometimes you just look at something and think, "I wonder what it's like to pee in that." Btw, if you get into running and it gets cold where you live, you can totally get away with owning tights.
  4. I get the frustration of not being able to do what you want because of family, but seriously, just deal. Go "take a shower" when you kinda have to pee and take a substandard experience if you need to, just to get the monkey off your back, and then go chill with your sick dad. Make him some soup and watch a movie on the couch together or something. There'll be time for a hold some other day.
  5. How public are we talking about here? If your goal is not to be noticed at all, I would say hiking trails, the beach while you're in the water, or your car might be the best options. Do you want to risk being seen but play it off as no big deal? I've heard some accidents happen at big festivals so anyone there would likely assume you were just another person who couldn't help it. You might get away with it at the beach out of the water. If you want people to see you, I recommend you clean up your online presence and run for local office. Work your way up the ranks of government over the decades, keeping your nose clean the whole time. Once you achieve the highest possible office in your country, call a press briefing and invite other important world leaders. Walk out onto stage in a grey suit, look directly into the cameras, and smile as you forcefully piss yourself on live TV. Or just wet yourself at the mall or something, I don't know.
  6. @hanpi My German is terrible! I had to use Google to work out "brave" and "horny". I wonder why Duolingo never tried to teach me horny lol. Anyway, I'm glad you found it interesting.
  7. @oienacs I've been playing around with a very similar method myself, lately. Even doing a rapid desperation hold, I still get to the point of pain and worry of damage while still in full control. If I do my hold on the second or third time being really desperate (as in, I'm well past the point where I'd go find a toilet normally), though, I'll start leaking uncontrollably well before the pain point. I still haven't gotten that "bladder completely lets go and empties itself" thing yet, but I wonder if that even can happen to me. I wonder if that only happens because some people are shocked to find themselves starting to pee on accident and let go without realizing.
  8. Once again, I haven't actually read the book my title makes a pun of, I just found it a funny title to use. I wanted to write a story about a young woman who never makes it to the toilet the whole day, but has an accident literally every time she has to pee. I figured it wouldn't be much fun to make her do it all on purpose because she's already into wetting, or be medically Incontinent, or involve supernatural shenanigans. Just a crazy string of circumstances that make her pee herself over and over. I quickly realized my plot was going to get ridiculous, so I decided to just lean into that and go full "cheesy porno mode" with it instead. Without further ado, I present: A Series of Incontinent Events Cindy woke up with a start, and immediately jammed a hand between her firm thighs. "Wow! I have to piss!" she thought frantically. Throwing back the covers, she jumped out of bed in her light green panties and white cami tank top. She shuffled down the hall to her family's only bathroom, muttering, "gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee," under her breath all the way. Finally at the door, she frantically rattled the handle. Locked! "Oh crap, I hope it's not Lucy in there." Lucy was Cindy's little sister. She had *just* discovered boys and makeup, and spent forever getting ready in the bathroom now. Cindy knocked and asked how long. "As long as I need. You'll get your turn later!" Lucy shouted back in irritation. Cindy knocked again. "I'm going to pee myself!" "Ok. Go pee yourself somewhere else. It's my turn in here." Cindy gave up the fight and ran back to her room to wiggle and squirm in privacy while she waited. Her improbably large and perky tits bounced right out of her skimpy top as she ran, and with both hands firmly committed to the task of holding her pee in, she had to hope that her long red hair would cover her freckled breasts if she passed anyone in the hallway. This sort of thing seemed to happen an awful lot to Cindy, and she was beginning to suspect that she was, in fact, a fictional character in a smut story and not a real girl at all. Safely back in her room, Cindy grabbed a couple towels that the narrator of this story had thoughtfully placed there for just such an occasion as this. She was still holding out hope that she could hold in her pee, but a few drops leaking from between the lips of her tight and pink pussy told her it wasn't likely. Cindy quickly realized two things about her situation. One, she wasn't going to make it, and two, if she peed still standing up it would be very loud and splash everywhere. She sat down on the towels on the floor just in time! No sooner had her perfectly toned sprinter's ass touched down than she lost all control. A raging jet stream of pee shot from Cindy's pussy, soaking through her panties instantly. She grabbed herself in one last futile attempt to hold it in, but it was no good; the pee simply spurted through her fingers. She let out a tiny moan as she pissed forcefully into the towels, telling herself she was only relieved and not moaning in pleasure. Her mother, passing by in the hallway, thought she heard something strange from Cindy's room. She kept walking, though, because this isn't that kind of a story. Fully empty, Cindy set herself to the task of cleaning up her mess. She shoved the dripping towels into the bottom of her hamper where hopefully they would go unsmelled until she could smuggle them into the washing machine. Next went her dripping green panties. Taking a moment to look at how far her pee had spread across them, darkening them from the bright green of her eyes to a deeper forest green, she noticed the way the dewy droplets off pee in her fiery red bush caught the morning sunlight, and found it strangely beautiful. Cindy finally got around to covering her magnificent titties, threw on some pajama pants commando, and went to check if she could get into the bathroom yet. Once inside, she got in the shower to wash away her accident. She couldn't help but get aroused as she washed herself, and masturbated to a wonderful orgasm, because that's what girls who are actually just porn characters do in the shower. All the excitement of the morning had put Cindy far behind schedule, and she had to rush to get dressed in her ridiculous short skirt, white thigh-high stockings, and white button-down blouse. That wasn't actually a uniform requirement at the school where Cindy attended as an 18-year old senior, she just chose to wear it today because the author of this story is a pervert. In all her haste to get out the door, she completely forgot to pee before leaving. Cindy could tell her bladder was beginning to refill when she arrived at school, but with only seconds to spare, she rushed straight to first period. She could pee between first and second, she figured. The only problem with her plan was that the bathroom between those two classes was closed when she got there! There was a yellow fold-out sign right in the doorway like the "caution: wet floor" signs, except this one read, "sorry, Cindy: that's just the kind of story this is." Groaning in disbelief, Cindy marched off to second period, wondering if she could hold her pee for another hour or if she'd have a repeat of this morning. She squirmed and fidgeted all through class, paying far more attention to the desperate tingling in her pussy than to history. Five minutes to go and her creamy white thighs were bouncing up and down in desperation, sending tiny vibrations up through her perky tits. She could make it five more minutes, she was almost certain of it. Five minutes turned into another hour, though, when the whole class went as one to the football field. There was a pep rally for the football game tonight, and Cindy had forgotten all about it! She sat down in the bleachers and immediately doubled over with the effort of holding her pee in. Her pussy was literally quivering by now, but Cindy resolved to hold it better than she had that morning. She didn't know that it didn't work like that; that her bladder was in fact tired from being pushed to failure just hours ago and would fail much more easily now. Small leaks began to trickle out of Cindy. For several agonizing minutes, she kept fighting anyway. It only took a few more leaks, each longer than the one before it, before she decided that wasn't going to work. In desperation, she did the only thing she could think of: she slowly scooted forward until her ass was hanging off the front of her bleacher seat. The very back of her well-developed glutes were still on the very edge, but her rapidly tiring pussy was now over the lower section between her seat, and the seat in front of her. For the second time in one morning, Cindy fully emptied her bladder through her panties. This pair was light grey, although she suspected that if she lifted up her skirt to look, they would be dark grey by now. The pervert hiding under the bleachers could have told her that they were a lovely shade of charcoal, but she didn't know he was down there looking up skirts, and so she didn't ask him. This time it definitely felt good to her, and she bit her lip to hold in the moan she wanted to let out. She knew if anyone was paying attention to her, there was no way they could miss her piss, but everyone was watching the cheerleaders dancing around, and the band mostly covered the sound of pee splattering against the metal between her feet, before falling several feet to splatter again on the ground beneath. Cindy sat there for several minutes after her bladder had finished emptying, letting her panties drip dry. She hoped it would be enough to keep from making wet patches on her skirt when it was time to get up and move around again. She couldn't believe she had wet herself twice in one day, and gotten away with it both times. Was that good luck or bad luck? Of course, Randall the Pervert saw everything, but he would never tell because that would raise too many questions about why he was under the bleachers to begin with. Deciding not to push her luck, Cindy cut back on the water for the rest of the day. You can't pee your panties if you don't even have to pee at all, she reasoned. Unfortunately, she forgot that your bladder can fill at least halfway before you feel any need to go, and also that after two accidents, her bladder wasn't in any shape for another round of torture. So, thinking she didn't need to use the restroom the rest of the day, she didn't. Cindy did start drinking water again as school let out and she headed to the track to get ready for practice. It was hot out and she always tried to stay very well hydrated for workouts. Still, she felt no need to pee as she got changed into her tiny black spandex running shorts. Oh no! Somehow they had shrunk in the wash and were even smaller and tighter than usual! Seeing how bad her panty line was in them, Cindy decided to simply wear them without any panties, and shoved them still slightly damp and aromatic with pee into her bag. Cindy was a little self-conscious of her tight ass jiggling provocatively in her seemingly painted-on shorts, but as she settled into the warm-up mile, she quickly became distracted by her quickly growing need to pee. In a matter of minutes, she had gone from having no feelings of a need to go at all, to an insistent and steady tingle in her camel-toed pussy. Cindy finished the warm-up without any leaks, but she knew from her experiences earlier in the day, they were coming soon. If she could just hold on for the first few rounds of hurdle drills, she could try to slip off to the locker rooms during the first water break. As it turned out, sprinting over hurdles was terrible for Cindy's ability to hold. Each time she leapt through the air, a quick burst of pee leapt from between her lips. With nothing but a thin, tightly-stretched layer of spandex to stop it, her pee simply flew out as if she were naked. Cindy examined herself while pretending to catch her breath with her hands on her knees. The black fabric barely covering her pussy showed no signs whatsoever of her leaking, but looking back at the section of track she had just ran over, she saw scattered droplets of her pee around each hurdle she had cleared. She could only get away with that for so long before somebody noticed. She had to do something, and another spasm of desperation told her she'd have to do it soon. Cindy looked at the grass field in the center of the track, only feet away from her, and wondered if she could get away with sitting in it and having an accident there. Well, she was moments away from an accident anyway, so she'd have to try. After one more run of hurdle drills, her leakiest yet, she pretended to have a rock in her shoe. She took a few steps into the grass to sit down and take care of her imaginary rock. Knowing that her excuse to be sitting during practice would only last for a few moments, Cindy decided she needed to pee as much as she could, as fast as she could. The very instant she was on the ground, she actually pushed out with everything she had. A stream of pee shot straight through her shorts as if they weren't there, arcing through the sunlight to land in the grass nearly a foot from her hissing pussy. Cindy was caught off guard by this spectacular fountain flowing from her, and simply stared at it, thankful that she had sat facing away from the rest of her teammates, before remembering that she was supposed to be fixing her shoe. Back on pretend task, Cindy found that it was going to take her longer to empty her bladder than it would to take a shoe off, shake it out, and slip it back on. It pained her to prematurely end the wild and nearly orgasmic joy she was experiencing, but she had to cut off her flow and get back into practice. As her stream died down, the last seconds of it came out as a weak dribble down her ass crack. Standing up to rejoin practice, she was mortified to feel that last trickle of pee dripping back out of her damp shorts and running down the backs of her thighs. Somehow, everyone seemed too busy focusing on their own workouts to notice Cindy's ass mysteriously dripping far more "sweat" than the rest of her. She made it safely through the remainder of practice without any more leaks, and headed to the locker rooms to shower and change. She had to pee again by the time she got there since she had not been able to fully empty her bladder on the field, but every stall was occupied already by the girls who hadn't taken a mid-practice pee. She decided to shower first, then pee after, ensuring that she started her drive home with a completely empty bladder. It was only a ten minute drive, but this didn't seem like the day to trust her bladder. As she stripped out of her pee-dampened workout clothes to reveal her supple teen body, she admired the athletic figures of her teammates in the open group shower. She knew nothing was going to happen between them, as this wasn't that kind of a story either unless later edited due to audience demand, so she only looked for a moment and then turned her attention to cleaning her own womanly yet youthful body. Maybe it was the effect of the warm water flowing over her freckled curves, or maybe her bladder was just exhausted, but whatever the reason, Cindy was suddenly bursting to pee again. She knew the water would wash everything away, but what if one of her fellow runners saw it streaming from her ginger pussy? They might not appreciate thinking about her pee swirling around the water at their feet. A shiver down her spine made her tits and ass jiggle, and she almost jammed her hand into herself before she caught the impulse. It was hard to tell with hot water already running down her, but she thought she felt a small trickle of pee hit her thighs. That's it! All she had to do was stand with her thighs tightly pressed together while she finished showering, and any pee that leaked out of her would just run, unnoticed, down her long legs. Another strong spasm of desperation made her jerk in a way that drew a couple odd glances and one girl asked if she was ok. "Mmm hmm," Cindy managed in reply. Another leak forced it's way past her lips, this one a slow steady trickle as opposed to the quick spurts from before. Knowing that it was going to happen anyway, she relaxed and accepted her fourth accident of the day. Cindy had peed in the shower at home plenty of times before, but the overwhelming sensation of doing it involuntarily and in front of so many people sent an electric thrill through her. She had to admit to herself that she was really enjoying this now, and was briefly tempted to touch herself as she had in that morning's shower. She resisted, and simply soaked in the pleasure of peeing down her legs. She had not accounted for the fact that her toned thighs didn't touch until two inches below her pussy, a gap of empty air that her pee fell through in a powerful stream, but once again, her luck held and nobody saw. Nobody who would admit that they had been looking, anyway. Driving home later, Cindy could feel the cheap fabric of her car seat's upholstery ticking her bare pussy and ass. Her panties were still damp, and since they had grown cold and clammy during track, she had left them in her bag and left with nothing under her short skirt. Hitting some bumps in the road, she felt a sudden pang in her bladder. That was fine. She was only 5 minutes from home. She could make it. She turned into her neighborhood only to be greeted by the sight of road construction. Why today? Any other day, Cindy could have held her pee for another hour, but her bladder was just so, so tired after all it had been through. Somehow, though, she made it through dry! Maybe her luck was finally starting to turn around! She sped off towards home, knowing that it would be a close call, but she could make it. Well, that was her plan. The author's plan was for a cop to pull her over for speeding in a residential area. Cindy could actually see her house from where she pulled over! It was so close! The cop took forever in running her plates before he even strolled slowly up to her window. When she lost control while he was talking to her, she didn't even get the advance warning of leaking first. She had never been pulled over before, so maybe nerves added to her incontinence, but her body simply let all her pee out without even asking what Cindy thought about the idea. The cop was telling her to slow down, there were kids in the neighborhood, he'd give her a warning this time, all that usual cop stuff. Cindy wasn't really listening. The only sound she could focus on was that of her pee hitting the fabric under her ass. It started as a spatter against the cloth, became a tinkle as her pee started to puddle on it, and then disappeared as the puddle rose high enough that her pee-hole was now below it's surface. As soon as the threat of him hearing her peeing disappeared, a new threat emerged: the puddle might spread far enough forward that her skirt wouldn't cover it. Once more, Cindy was in luck. The policeman was far too engrossed with his view down Cindy's shirt to notice when a small trickle of pee escaped from the growing puddle under her skirt to flow to the edge of the chair and dribble to the floor mat. She had just finished peeing when this happened, though, and so the puddle began to recede back out of view as her pee continued slowly soaking into her seat. Cindy sat immobile except for the small tremors rattling their way through her, nerves jangling. She had just avoided getting a ticket and getting caught having a pee accident at the same time! Eventually, though, she calmed herself enough to restart her now smelly car and drive the last block home. Dinner was on the table when she arrived, but Cindy excused herself to use the bathroom before joining her family at the table. She tried to pee in the toilet, but found that she had fully emptied herself in her car. Still, she at least had a chance to clean herself up a bit before sitting down to eat. Dinner was uneventful, and Cindy had to resist the impulse to answer the "how was your day?" question with, "oh, you know, I've had five pee accidents but haven't actually used a toilet once even though I've been potty trained for years and years and what's weird is part of me seems to find the whole thing kinda hot," but instead stuck with her usual, "it was good." After dinner, she headed to her room to change into clean pajamas, and study for exams. She was so tired from all the excitement of the day, not to mention the usual fatigue from working out, that her eyes began to lose focus and droop as she read at her desk. She knew she should get up to pee and then go to bed, but first, she needed to finish this chapter on reptiles in her bio textbook. The snake on the page in front of her began moving a little, writhing side to side. That was odd, Cindy thought, in a vague, unconcerned way. Why was it raising it's head up and looking at her? Was it going to bite her? It began to hiss at her, and in a panic she leapt up from her chair and turned to run. Too late! The snake struck out, biting her on the ass, sending the heat of it's venom coursing through her cheeks! Cindy jolted awake, only to realize the hissing and the heat of the viper's attack were still there! The hissing sound was coming from her. From her pussy, to be exact. And what she had thought was heat from a snake bite was actually her hot pee pooling in her desk chair! She jumped to her feet, only to realize there was no hope of reaching the bathroom. She couldn't even slow down her wetting, much less stop it, and her grey pajama pants began darkening down legs to her feet. This time, Cindy didn't try to lie to herself about her arousal. She reached into her panties and began fingering her tight little pussy before the last of her pee had even finished trickling out, filling her room with the wet squelching sounds of her furious hand movements. She bent double and had to grab her desk for support as she came, squirting a little into her already drenched panties, biting her lip so as not to scream with delight. As the afterglow of bliss began to fade, and her pants began to chill, Cindy grew ashamed of what she had done, but only a little. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, nothing had ever felt so right. She cleaned up the best she could in the privacy of her room, knowing she would do this again. She put on a fresh pair of panties, got in bed, and fell asleep almost immediately, so great was her exhaustion. And, of course, she wet the bed.
  9. @AlmostWet Absolutely. I'm working on something new right now, as well as cleaning up some older stuff from when I was too shy to actually post anything, including a follow-up to this story. Glad you liked it.
  10. I love the idea! I listen to an enormous amount of audio content since I can do my job with headphones on, and to date I have found exactly two single episodes of podcasts discussing pants wetting. I've just downloaded your recording to check out later today. On a practical note, I suspect a podcast that is both sexual in nature and only appeals to a small subset of the population may be difficult to monetize. Hopefully I'm wrong there, but I'd be surprised if any income it generates is enough to cover all your expenses. I've started writing more myself lately. It's mostly done for my own enjoyment, so maybe my stories aren't anyone else's cup of pee, but if I do ever come up with something popular, you're welcome to use it for free. I bet a lot of others around here would also let you use their stories or experiences just for the pleasure of hearing them read aloud and to help your podcast grow. Best of luck to you!
  11. @scinosensation Well in a way, it did. There's no shortage of instances of people saying on here "I couldn't hold it walking home one day and had an accident" or "a genuine accident is what led me to having this kink." This story was my attempt to fill that basic plot out with the character's thoughts and sensations, and turn it into an enjoyable piece of erotica.
  12. I decided to post the story I wrote that originally inspired this discussion topic. Figured I'd link it here since anyone interested in this thread is the target audience for it.
  13. Each time Maddie reached her hands into the warm dish water, she felt a tingle between her thighs, her bladder's way of reminding her it was getting full. "Shut up, bladder!" She thought to herself. "I'm almost finished with these dishes and then I'll take care of you." Of course, Maddie knew that she could go now if she really needed to. The bathroom in the kitchen she worked at was only two steps away, it's just that she was in a hurry as these dishes were all that stood between her and punching out for the night. Besides, it's not like having to pee felt bad or anything. In fact, it actually felt pretty good to Maddie, although she would never admit even to herself that that's why she often put off going to the last minute. She wasn't some kind of freak, after all. The last dish was finally spotless, and although Maddie's black work pants were wet, it was only from spilled dishwater. She had long ago noticed how these pants looked shiny for a couple minutes when water first wet them, but it quickly soaked in and became almost invisible. Finished with her task, she opened the bathroom door, only to find the toilet disassembled. "Hey guys, what's the deal with the toilet?" she yelled out to whoever would answer. "It's busted" came from somewhere out in the dining room. "As you can see, I tried to fix it, but I think it's a job for Luke." Luke was the overnight maintenance and deep cleaning guy, and he showed up whenever he felt like it. It'd probably be another hour. "Ok, I guess I'll use the customer bathrooms" Maddie said as she moved toward the lobby. Her manager cut her off and told her it had better be an emergency because those were already clean for the night. It wasn't an emergency yet, but Maddie knew her walk home would take her into that territory. Maybe she secretly wanted to feel that desperation, or maybe she was just too shy to admit that she truly needed to pee right now, but Maddie pretended to be perfectly fine. She quickly said her goodbyes, punched out, and headed into the night. As Maddie walked down well-lit sidewalks through town, she started to have some doubts about her decision to hold her pee. She had been sweating a little working in the hot kitchen all night, and now that she was out in the cool night air, her bladder was filling much more quickly than it had been before. Her desperation was starting to come in waves of intensity. "Just hang on, bladder" she thought to herself. "You can do this!" She set her will to holding her pee and walking as fast as she could. It was only another block, however, before Maddie felt the tiniest trickle of pee escape. It was barely enough to pass her pussy lips and slightly dampen her panties. A warning shot from her bladder telling her it had had enough. "Well, you're just going to have to take some more!" she silently told her bladder. She still had several blocks to walk through town, a big field to cut through, and lastly a few residential streets to turn down to make it back to her apartment. Another block, and another spurt of pee forced it's way out. Maddie instinctively jammed her hands between her thighs, cutting off the flow. She just as quickly pulled her hands away, equally desperate not to draw attention to herself as she was to pee. It was late, but not so late that she had the sidewalk to herself, and those new LED street lights made it far too bright for her to walk around holding herself unnoticed. Maddie was scared to death that someone would see the wet spot on her pants and know she had wet herself a little. Looking down, however, she saw that the shiny spot was quickly blending into the black of the fabric and disappearing. Just as it faded, though, another wave of desperation sent another leak of pee into her pants, making the wet spot shiny again and growing it from the size of a quarter to that of a silver dollar. "Ok," Maddie thought to herself, "it looks like the name of the game is called Don't Pee Yourself Right Before Walking Past Anyone." She reasoned that all she had to do was focus on keeping things tight in the moments when she was about to be close to people, and she could walk home dribbling here and there along the way. The next few minutes went by according to plan. Another block, another leak, another block, another leak. Maddie was wet about a quarter of the way down her thighs by this point, as well as a bit of spread forward and backward from her pussy. She was actually starting to enjoy her little game, although she pretended not to. The only thing worrying her was that the leaks were coming closer together and were starting to get a lot harder to stop. When it became a near-constant drip, she came to a horrifying realization that she wasn't going to make it home. Maddie had made her peace with coming home in wet pants, but what she couldn't possibly live with was the idea that she would be seen wetting them. She would die of embarrassment if she was caught. She started frantically thinking if there was anywhere she could make it to closer than home. There was one restaurant still open, but what if she went in and lost control right in the dining room in front of everyone eating? No, her last hope was to make it to the field and pop a squat in it. The thought of dropping her pants and letting all that pee gush from her pussy onto the ground must have gotten her poor bladder excited, because the last block before the field was even worse than before. Maddie was now struggling to walk normally and could feel pee leaking into her panties with every step she took. She finally made it into the field, only to find a group of kids from her neighborhood out playing ball in it. "What the fuck!" she screamed in her head. "Why aren't they in bed or something by now?" Maddie wouldn't have to walk anywhere near their game to cut through the grassy field, but she knew the moonlight was too bright to get away with peeing there now. Maddie didn't know what to do. She knew she wasn't going to make it home, and her last hope had just been crushed. Then a crazy idea came into her mind. She had already been peeing in her pants for the last twenty minutes, right? And the only bad thing about it was that her pants became visibly wet for a minute or two when they were freshly wet. She had a minute or two before she finished crossing the field. On the other hand, if she tried to hold it, she might make it across the field only to lose control under much brighter lighting. Knowing she was wasting valuable soak-in time thinking, Maddie quit thinking and started peeing. "You win this time!" she told her bladder. The relief was the greatest thing she had ever felt before, causing her to close her eyes and sigh a little as she walked. She could feel pee spreading far up the front of pants, as well as most of the way up her ass in the back, and she didn't care at all. She could hear her pee hissing out of her wildly tingling pussy and pushing noisily through her panties, but she knew the sound wouldn't carry very far over the night sounds of crickets and owls. Soon, her pee reached the bottoms of her pant legs and began flying off in droplets as she continued to walk. As long as that stopped before she entered her neighborhood, she didn't care about that, either. A new sound joined the symphony of pee as her socks began to squelch in her shoes. That was fine, too. Maddie didn't care about anything at all except how good it felt to let go, and she couldn't even pretend she didn't like it anymore. At last, Maddie's pee tickled to a stop. She still had half the field to walk, and she hoped it would be enough time to finish dripping and look like she wasn't soaked in pee as she walked past her neighbor's windows. She knew stopping to inspect herself would only draw attention, so she took a step of faith out of the field. Her step of faith, however, left a footprint of urine on the sidewalk. The sight of that scared Maddie so much that she would have wet herself if she hadn't just finished wetting herself already. Luckily, her shoes stopped leaving prints before she got anywhere near her door. If anyone saw them, they wouldn't know they were hers. Maddie reached the door to her apartment, unlocked it, and stepped inside with no further incident. Once safely inside, she stood leaning with her back to the door, too dumbstruck by what happened to take another step quite yet. She couldn't believe she had just peed her pants, by accident at first and then on purpose! She couldn't believe she had gotten away with it, too! Mostly, she couldn't believe how much she had liked doing it! As she started stripping her soaked clothes off on her way to the shower, she made a decision she couldn't have imagined herself making only an hour before: she would never use the bathroom before leaving work again.
  14. @GreenChile I like the idea of realizing you're going to have an accident, decided to pee yourself on purpose in a good spot where you can get away with it instead, but then getting too excited about getting to pee and losing control on your way there. Double uno reverse pee!
  15. So, I've been writing some stories, not really to post, but just as a way of fleshing out my own fantasies. They mostly have too much sex to post here and too much pee to post to regular erotica sites. This is my shot at making a wetting story that's dripping sexuality without actually having any sex in it. Also, as a note, I have never read or watched the original Fifty shades that my title riffs on, and I'm not going to do research for a pee smut story I wrote in a single sitting. I just know it's got a rich bossy guy and thought the title was funny. Anyway, enjoy! Fifty Shades of Yellow First day at a new job. Starting work for a new boss was always a heady mix of fear and excitement, but today was something else entirely. He was very demanding of his assistants. Sir. That was how I was to address him. Just Sir. The middle manager who had hired me last week told me never to waste his time saying his full name. Never waste his time for anything. The manager, John maybe, or maybe Jack, I don't remember, anyway he had some J name. It wasn't important because I only reported to Sir. Josh or whoever had really run me through a gauntlet of an interview, but when I had passed he'd given me all sorts of crazy instructions on how to make this guy happy. I'm not even sure if it was all real or if he was yanking my chain half the time. "Let's screw with the new girl, see what the dumbest thing we can get her to do is!" Of course, I was used to these high-flying executive types wanting an assistant to do everything, and I mean everything, for them, and boy was this guy a real high flyer. Founder and CEO of one of these tech giants, this guy was worth billions. Billions and billions. He probably lost ten million every time he stopped working to brush his teeth, so it's no wonder he expects me to handle every part of his life that wasn't work for him. I wonder if I'll have to brush his teeth, too. Jake forgot to mention it, though, if I do. What Jordan had remembered to tell me, though, was more than enough to make me nervous. "He doesn't do anything for himself that you can do for him. You take notes of everything he says, does, or even thinks. You open his doors. You pull out his chairs. If he walks towards the Red Sea, you'd better figure out how to part it before he gets there. You're his wife, and his mother. If his actual mother calls, you talk to her about her day for him." That one had to be a joke, right? "He also likes to look at beautiful things. He lives in a beautiful house in a beautiful place. His watch costs more than your whole family. You need to be a part of that scenery. Do you have pearls? He likes a woman in pearls. If you don't have any, go buy some, he pays plenty." I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the pearl choker necklace and matching stud earrings I'd picked out for today, and nothing else. He might be on to something; I did have a certain elegant eroticism wearing them. After trying on a few outfits to match, I decided on a simple black pencil skirt and a white blouse. A lacy white thong and bra set on underneath, just in case it would matter. In case he wanted to see. I buttoned one fewer of my blouse buttons than my mom would have approved of, slipped into a pair of low black heels, and headed off to work. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was the extra cup of coffee I'd had to ensure that I was perky and alert for my new boss, but I really had to pee when I arrived at the high rise office building. I walked into a lavishly decorated lobby, and the tinkling sounds of a magnificent fountain only added to the tingling need between my thighs. I tried instead to focus on the sounds of the grand piano a tuxedo clad man was playing in the corner as I approached the front desk. "Hi, I'm-" I began as I strode forward, heels clacking loudly on the marble flooring. "Yes, miss, I know who you are. Head on up; he's waiting." "Already? I'm thirty minutes ear-". Again, I was cut off abruptly. "Yes, and he arrived 45 minutes early to get you up to speed before the day really begins. He doesn't like to wait." "Oh. Ok," I stammered out. "It's just, I really," I leaned forward, blushing, and whispered, "have to, you know, use the ladies room first. Where is it?" "He. Doesn't. Like. To. Wait. Go up now, pee later. Top floor, Miss, this card key will let you up." As I rode the gold plated elevator I wondered what the hell that was all about? I get being in a hurry, but who doesn't let a lady relieve herself? Some over-enthusiastic nobody at the front desk trying to get noticed, that's who. The boss is sure to ask a lot but maybe he won't be that crazy. Anyway, the pay is insane, and its not like I couldn't hold it until after he got through feeling big and telling me all the usual "you exist to serve me, you sleep when I sleep and I never sleep ha ha" stuff these types always had to power trip on. A shiver of desperation went down my spine. That didn't mean I was losing control; my bladder just wanted to remind me the clock was ticking. I clenched my thighs together as I looked up to check how many floors were left. Right as I started to give myself a squeeze to help resist another wave of urgency, I noticed the security camera right next to the floor indicator, and had to pretend I was using my hand to brush a piece of lint from my little black skirt instead. After another eternal minute trying to pee dance as subtly as possible, the elevator dinged and came to a stop. I had hoped to sneak into a bathroom in the hallway before heading into his office, but apparently the entire top floor was his office. The doors slid open and I stepped out directly up to his secretary's desk. The young man smiled as he waved me in, too caught up talking rapidly into his headset to even say hello. Now that I had something to do other than stand still and think about it, my need to pee had somewhat abated. It was still there, and I'd still have to deal with it soon, but I could manage to sit or stand lady-like for whatever additional instructions he had to give me. After a brief moment to make sure my clothes and hair were still tidy and proper after my commute, and to let another pee-shiver pass through me, I went in. "Ah, you've arrived. I'll forgive your tardiness this one time. Come stand here in the center of the room. Yes, just there, under the light." "I'm sorry, sir, I thought I was early." "And yet, I had to wait. I do not wait on you. You wait on me. You do not ask me for things, I command things from you. This is to be the nature of our relationship. I call it a relationship only because I expect everything from you at all times, and will pay you more money than you likely know what to do with in return. You may be with me all night at times, but entertain no ideas that that will lead to...intimacy. The woman you replace sought to get pregnant by me. She was greedy for a payout beyond her salary, and so now she is gone, and you are here. Don't mess up, Miss." All through his monologue, my need to pee only grew more insistent. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on, but I didn't dare ask to be excused after a speech like that. I wasn't to ask him for anything, so I tightened my pussy muscles and answered, "Yes, Sir. What may I do for you, Sir?" "Undress. Keep your jewelry on." "I'm sorry, sir, did you ask me to undress?" "I did, and I'll add that I have no intention of repeating myself to you in the future. It's true that I have no intention of sleeping with you, yet I require you to be beautiful," and he gestured to various paintings and sculptures around the room, including what was possibly the original Venus de Milo, "the same way I require my body guard to be intimidating." Again he gestured, this time to a professionally terrifying mountain of a man I had not previously noticed lurking in the shadows. Apparently, I had not understood how literally I was to take my previous instructions to be eye candy. I was more like one more piece of artwork for his collection. It didn't occur to me to refuse. More than the money this job entailed, he himself had a commanding authority I felt a need to submit to. I undressed, not in an erotic strip tease as I might for a lover, but rather simply disrobing so that he might evaluate me as he likely had each of his nude sculptures before declaring them worthy to inhabit his domain. He examined me slowly, thoroughly, pacing in circles around me as I stood stone-still. I had been naked in front of men before, but never felt so vulnerable as I did under the lights and his gaze. In a way, it was exhilarating, but all the while I was desperate to pee, and equally desperate not to show I needed to pee. "Lovely face, of course I knew that already from your profile." Another shiver ran down my spine. "Breasts are sufficiently large, and very perky as well." My legs trembled with the effort to hold it in. "Gorgeous long legs, toned, leading up to firm buttocks. Yes, that will do nicely. You must keep still, though." "Yes, sir, I will." My body betrayed my words, though, and a large spasm of desperation shook my whole body. "I said, be still." "Yes, sir, sorry." "It's fine. I suppose you're just cold. Just take a wider stance so I can see your vulva, and then you may get dressed again." I did as I was told, but spreading my legs took my desperation to a level I didn't believe was possible. He took his sweet time looking at my pussy, and it took every ounce of strength I could summon not to piss all over his face. He must have noticed me literally vibrating with the effort, and began to get irritated with me. "If you can't stand still while I look at you, this might not be a good fit after all." "I'm sorry, sir." I was now fighting to keep control of my voice as well as my bladder. "It's just I drank too much coffee and I'm nervous and I couldn't go to the ladies room when I got here because you were already waiting and now I really have to pee so bad and taking my panties off only me it worse but you told me not to ask you for anything so I was trying to wait." It all came spilling out of me. The words, that is, not the pee. Not yet. It made me feel like such a silly school girl to gush like that in front of such a powerful man. "Oh," he said. "I'm finished examining you anyway, so you may urinate quickly and then we'll get to work." "Oh thank you, sir." I said, now holding myself openly with one hand while I hobbled over to where I had laid my clothes. "Where's the restroom?" "Oh, I don't have time for that. Just go where you stand." I had started getting dressed with my panties, and had just finished pulling them up when he told me this. He couldn't be serious, but I also couldn't ask him, and I definitely couldn't afford to stand around thinking about it. I looked at his eyes, and he gave me a curt nod with a "go on" circular hand motion. Beyond that, he simply sat, watching me, and waiting. And he hated waiting. Looking back, I suppose I could've at least pulled my panties to the side. It's just hard to think straight when you have to pee that bad and the most powerful man alive tells you to hurry up and go. I took my hands out from where they had been frantically squeezing my pee hole shut, stood up tall with my bare breasts held high, and finally let go. At first, nothing happened except the electric tingle radiating from between my thighs grew ten fold. I'd never felt anything that intense down there, and I didn't know if I would pee, orgasm, or die from it. Finally, he spoke a single word, "pee." My body obeyed his command as it had not obeyed my own. A hot torrent of pee gushed from between my lips. A solid stream hissed through my lacy thong as if it weren't there and splattered nosily against the exquisite marble between my feet. Tiny rivulets of warmth spurted from either side of the insubstantial strip of fabric, snaking their ways down my thighs. The pee running down my legs and the pee splashing up from the floor met at my knees, and along with the pee soaking slowly up the back of my thong between my ass checks, I was completely soaked in it from the waist down. Fully relaxed, and yet with an indescribable tension thrumming through my whole body, I fully emptied my bladder in front of him. He watched me wet myself with the same look of disinterested appraisal as he had examined my figure, yet the plainly visible tent he was pitching in the front of his expensive suit pants told me he was enjoying the show. I was enjoying giving him the show, too. It was bliss to finally pee, and it felt even better because I was submitting to his command to pee. It was like my bladder had found the master it had always secretly longed to serve. As my pee stream slowed to a trickle and then just a drip, I pushed one more short but powerful spurt out, just for him. "Very good, Miss, very good. Are you ready to work now?" "Yes, sir," I answered him breathlessly, heat flushing my trembling body. "Good. Put the rest of your clothes on and inform the cleaning staff that you've had an accident in my office. We'll be headed down to the conference room to have a board meeting in five minutes, and I need you taking notes, not mopping up urine." "Yes, sir." As I got dressed, leaving my pee-soaked panties on under my professional yet sexy outfit, he added one more instruction. "One more thing, Miss" "Yes, sir?" "In the future, don't waste my time fidgeting around. You will be managing my schedule, so you will know when your opportunities to urinate will be. If you can't hold it until then, then spare no time or attention trying to do the impossible. Just go." *** I worked for him for many years after that, and I never once asked him if I could slip off to go pee. Most days, that just involved holding it a little. I was allowed to go when he was going, and he didn't seem to need to go half as often as I did. So I learned to hold it really well and show no outward signs of my desperation. Every now and then, though, I couldn't make it. A couple times a month, or maybe once a week, I wet my panties. It was usually an accident, but sometimes he told me to do it as he had that first day. Those times he always watched. He never did anything else, he never touched me, but he always watched, and he always got hard watching.
  16. It's definitely hard, but it gets easier the more you do it. Try peeing with an erection when you're not also adding the challenge of wetting with a partner. Like get yourself hard in the shower (because you probably can't aim at your toilet hard) and try to let go. If you can't, then let your erection start going down and pee as soon as you are able. Try to pee closer and closer to fully hard every time you get a chance to practice, and eventually you'll be able to let go while fully erect and even still masturbating.
  17. A full-blown accident is a basically never for me. Even if I'm trying to make myself have one, I'm one of those people who can have tiny dribbles and leaks for seemingly forever without actually loosing control and fully emptying my bladder. After a while it starts being more painful than pleasurable to I'll call it and let go. On the other hand, I work out on the road, so my "office bathroom" is an empty bottle. A lot of bottles are too small to completely empty a full bladder into, and once or twice a week, I'll dribble a bit in my underwear after having to cut off the steam. It's usually not visible at all through my pants, and if it is, it's small enough that people likely assume it's just a drip of water that hit me, if they notice it at all. About once a month I might have a tiny leak trying to hold it until I get to a gas station with a bathroom instead of using the bottle. A couple times a year I might start to wet the bed but the first spurt always wakes me up and I reflexively stop it. I haven't fully wet the bed on accident as an adult ever.
  18. Well, obviously, force yourself to have an accident in one! If it holds it all, maybe keep it on and keep peeing in it until it leaks so you'll know what they can take. Then when you know how much you can pee in one, set yourself up for a public accident. If that's a little too crazy or they're just too bulky to wear discretely under your clothes, maybe a long car ride where you know you can't make it? To go the exact opposite way with it, maybe put one on and stay fully relaxed, peeing freely in it like you don't even have a bladder and your kidneys empty directly the diaper. That's probably actually a great way to set yourself up for an accident. Last idea is try to wet the bed in one. If you can't actually pee while sleeping, then just let it go the second your bladder wakes you up and try to fall back asleep right away. Whatever you decide, just make sure to post back about it!
  19. +1 for starting on the toilet. Your brain already knows it's ok to pee there, so it'll fight you less. If you're used to peeing standing up, the shower is another option to try. Also, for some reason, just a pair of loose underwear is way easier to let go in than tighter or heavier fabric like jeans. My last tip is to try alternating between holding as hard as you can and then pushing as hard as you can every 5 or so seconds. The sudden switch from trying to keep your pee in to trying to push it out can do more than simply relaxing and seeing what happens. After a few rounds, you'll probably get a little spurt that stops almost immediately. Resist the temptation to think you're "there" and keep only pushing/relaxing, and keep to the hold/push cycle until you get a really steady flow going. That all sounds like a lot, but it's only needed until you break that mental block around wetting. Keep at it and you'll be able to pee your pants as easily as in the toilet. Best of luck and report back when it happens!
  20. I'm voting option 2 here. Jeans wettings are nice and all, but they seem to outnumber upskirt panty wettings 20 to 1 online. Plus, seeing up a woman's skirt is already exciting without whether she's peeing or not!
  21. Yeah, that's exactly what I was looking for! Maybe you thought I only wanted public wetting because those were the examples I gave in the OP? The main part I'm looking for is that moment of thinking, "I don't want to risk an accident over there, so I'll just pee my pants over here instead," and it sounds like you had that moment three times! And you described your eventual successful pee in quite wonderful detail. I know exactly what you mean about that feeling of being desperate but not peeing when you try to. Relaxing for a minute or longer in that state leads to the most intense need to pee feeling ever. It's crazy strong and I can't decide if I love it or hate it. I'll have to go check out this voting.
  22. In a reddit thread that had nothing to do with peeing, a user mentioned hotel pools that have a bar in the pool. If you've never seen one, the basic idea is a bar built into the pool such that the bar top itself as well as everything behind the bar are dry, but the water comes up to just below that level, with the bar stools being fully under water. Anyway, another user replied something along the lines of, "oh, you mean a piss bar? You can't tell me a bunch of people are hanging out drinking in a pool all day and they all get out to use the bathroom. I'll pass on swimming in that grossness." Obviously they didn't care for the idea, but it got me thinking. The usual method for rapid desperation for the one of you that doesn't know yet, is to drink a glass of water every 15 minutes while using the toilet as often as needed until you're ready to start holding. After a couple hours, your kidneys will be running full throttle and your bladder will fill up in minutes. My idea was to do this in the pool bar. Instead of peeing when you start feeling the need to, you could stay fully relaxed and just pee freely during the ramp-up phase. Then, when it's time to hold, your body would be very comfortable with peeing where you sat, plus you're kinda tipsy by now, so an accident would probably happen extremely quickly. There wouldn't be any need to clean up or anything, either, so you could actually keep going and have multiple complete accidents in a row. Knowing how the ability to hold gets worn out when you push it that hard, I imagine that you'd be more or less incontinent by the time you left the pool. Like, you'd probably have to just plan on wetting your bed that night and your pants once or twice the next day. Anyway, I'm not sure how safe it would be to push your bladder like that. Also not sure how you guys feel about pool peeing, since you're kind of peeing on unwitting bystanders but also at least half of them are probably doing it too. Anyone have any experiences like this, even if they may not be as extreme as what I laid out?
  23. Yeah, I definitely think it should be more acceptable to wet than it is. I don't see the whole world being as cool with it as we are, and honestly that might spoil the fun a little. On the other hand, the embarrassment of peeing your pants should be closer to the level you feel when you trip and fall, or say something dumb. It really shouldn't be this "if I lose control in public I'll die of shame and have to go into witness protection so nobody that knows it happened will ever be able to find me again" level of embarrassment that leads people to try and hold when they should probably just let it go and laugh about it. I love the idea of taking your back entrance because you don't know if you can hold it all the way to the toilet, getting your door unlocked still dry, and then just letting it go anyway since you're already in the back yard. I'm actually in the process of maybe moving, and you've just added "dedicated piss-bench" to my list of features I'm hoping to have at the new place.
  24. I hadn't thought about fear of hurting yourself holding as a reason to let go. Were you already into omo the first time you decided to had to pee your pants for the sake of your kidneys, or did you develop the pleasure in doing it after having already done it a few times? Is there any medical reason that you are more worried about injury than most people? No worries if that's private and you'd rather not share. It sounds like you've peed yourself quite publicly a lot. Any particularly good or bad reactions you've gotten? Last question, what kind of races are we talking about? No idea if you mean you're a NASCAR fan, a marathon runner, or anything else. Sorry if that's a lot of questions, but you said some really interesting stuff there. Thanks!
  25. That sounds like it was a lot of fun, and is exactly the sort of thing I was looking for! I've never worn a snow suit, as it doesn't get that cold where I live. Does the pee stay warm from your trapped body heat or do you wind up cold and clammy? I really loved the fact that you had a "I'm already wet so why not?" secondary pee. I bet your pants were completely soaked by the time you got home! I know you said the suit kept anyone from seeing that you had peed yourself, but did your boyfriend or anyone else find out later? I imagine anyone around when it was time to take the suit off would've noticed, not to mention the possibility of smelling like pee in the car ride home. Thanks again for the story!
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