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  1. mastersnothing

    female Leaking: At the Mall

    Master and I needed to get some Christmas shopping done, so we took His Sons to my parents' house for the weekend, conversed for a bit and then I grabbed my diaper bag, ran into the bathroom, changed my wet diaper, put on a dry one and off we went to the mall! The mall was, of course, packed to the hilt and Master said we could take our time, traverse the crowds and see what gifts we could find. Happily and proud, I walked beside Master and perused the "finer" goods of an overpriced mall and within thirty minutes I realized there was a warmth in my diaper, after a quick check, Master said it wasn't much and we carried on. I must have leaked, slowly, into my diaper off and on for a good solid two hours when I felt it...the slow trickle of urine sliding down the inside of my thighs and onto the tops of my feet. "Master." I said softly, tugging on His arm. "What is it, baby?" He asked, turning from the jacket He thought on buying for His Father. "I have to find the restroom, Sir -- I'm leaking." Of course, this brought a look of disdain to His face as we were far from the bathrooms and I was supposed to be checking myself. I knew the look well and I knew it meant I wouldn't be changing myself any time soon. "No." His tone was simple and succinct in its delivery...and I just nodded in return -- He was upset with me. Falling quiet, I felt more and more lines of urine staining my flesh and as Master was paying for the jacket He finally chose, I was actively leaking large streams of urine out of the leg holes of my diaper. Thankfully, there was no one else there, but the puddle was visible and my feet and legs were soaked. My diaper completely full, it was hard to walk without a waddle and suddenly I felt the world looking at me. Being incontinent there was no way to stop any dribbling or further accidents, but Master walked towards the restrooms and nodded towards the females. "Go," He said and I nodded with a short bow of my head, before turning to change my diaper. I kept a check on it for the rest of the day.
  2. Master and I welcomed our second son into the world on July 12th, 2018. Phelan James is the newest little Prince in our Kingdom and Master dotes on him; he's spoiled already! Mommy is now clothed and diapered - Master thinks this is best, right now, for everyone and I happily oblige, since it means I get to sleep in the same bed as Him! I wish I could show Y/you all a picture, but Master says that is strictly forbidden and for the best. Bram is so happy to have a little brother! I have missed Y/you guys so much!
  3. mastersnothing

    What other fetishes do you guys have?

    I'm very highly into incest - but the reason why is...well, let's just say, I wasn't into it when it happened to me. Funny how the brain works. I love forced pregnancy (though neither of mine have been forced). These two combined brings me to the best story I ever read and can't find - about a girl who let's her brother sleep with her, when she found out she was pregnant - so she had sex with her brother the whole pregnancy, because it was safe. I also like some really dark rape stuff, but don't condone it in real life.
  4. mastersnothing

    It's Happened!

    Thank You! <3
  5. mastersnothing

    It's Happened!

    I know, I know I have a story to finish, but I've just got to tell you! I'M PREGNANT! 6 weeks! Just found out yesterday! Master was so happy He cried! Bram is gonna have a brother or a sister! YAY!
  6. mastersnothing

    The G-Force of Strangers

    Sorry for all the wait, guys. Hurricane drama. <3 More to come!
  7. mastersnothing

    The G-Force of Strangers

    [ CHAPTER 3: p r e v i e w ] My urge to empty the rest of my teased bladder was getting more and more difficult to ignore, so I gripped Mitchell's hand in hopes of distracting myself ; his knowing grin and glances did not go amiss. "You really are waiting for me to piss myself, aren't you?" I grumbled under my breath and began silently experimented with several "shuffling" methods of walking, until I could find a toilet. [ Chapter Three - in full - Tonight ]
  8. mastersnothing

    female Accident Sighting

    So, waaaaaaaaaay back when I was younger - I joined the US Army and was stationed at Ft. Jackson for basic. BOTH of our drill instructors were Airborne Rangers (if you don't know about them, they're hard core) -- my grandfather was an Airborne Ranger Master Paratrooper for the Army so I thought I could handle them. WRONG. The second day we were actually in training (because you get there and stay in a holding building to get dental work, eye exams, uniforms, and weight checks and all that before you go to actual training) we were sitting in a half moon circle and DS Vasquez was going over dorm rules and firewatch and all of these essential things. A meek young woman sat in the center of the half moon circle and she was starting to rock back and forth -- well, DS Vasquez saw it and told her to be still. She told him, in this frightening squeaky voice, that she needed to pee and he said: hold. it. Like for real, he wasn't having it. All of a sudden she burst into tears as the pee just started spreading on the white tile floor. We all jumped up and she sat there, crying, while the DS yelled at her and made her wax the through way of the dorm. :(
  9. mastersnothing

    The G-Force of Strangers

    Oh, if walls could talk.
  10. mastersnothing

    The G-Force of Strangers

    I aim to please!
  11. I do this! There is something so sensuous about the warm pee mixing with the cooked down bit. And sitting on the squish of old urine.
  12. mastersnothing

    Wetting my Snowpants Last Winter

    I just have to say I love that leggings and snowpants are communicating...and that snowpants was so excited about your snowpants. Lol. Perfection.
  13. mastersnothing

    The G-Force of Strangers

    I'm so glad! ❤️
  14. mastersnothing

    The G-Force of Strangers

    Ugh. My two new favorite cheerleaders. ❤️ How are you liking the slow buildup? I'm trying my hand at writing a story with less "just writing this to Jack off" and more: "whoa. I should buy a plane ticket." lol [ INTERLUDE ] ...to tide You over until tonight... Bags stuffed into the trunk of a yellow taxi, Mitchell and I sat in the back seat and gave the driver instructions on where to go. We were sitting close...incredibly close and I wasn't complaining. I was quickly beginning to realize that his hands were EVERYTHING and I simply could not sate the hunger I felt for them to be all over me; the thought of it blinded me for a moment and I didn't see what was coming. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear as he whispered for me to breathe - that should have been my hint, but it wasn't. I felt the heel of his palm pressing into my bladder long before my logic woke up from its coma. "W-what are you..." I stammered out in shock, but my words were cut off by his lips on mine and with another press of his palm, a slow, arousing stream of urine renewed the wet of my jeans and flowed down my inner seams to puddles both beneath my feet and under my ass. It was a blessing that the taxi arrived at our hotel when it did, because any longer and I'm not sure which one if us would have jumped the other first.
  15. mastersnothing

    The G-Force of Strangers

    [ CHAPTER 2 ] It must have been quite an amusing sight to witness: me staring at his trapped erection and him staring at the proof of my bladder's fear. When the flight attendants finally found the courage and obtained the captain's "ok" to move from their seats, and they slowly hobbled about the cabin, checking on passengers and making sure no one needed medical attention. "It-it's...it's okay," Mitchell tried to sweetly reassure me, "no one saw." "You saw," I pointed out and watched as my seat mate took off his jacket and spread it over my lap. Normally, I would have objected to him ruining his jacket by using it to hide my accident, but the attendant was nearly to them and if she started making a "let me get that for you" fuss, passengers would start putting two and two together. Instead I gripped at the fabric and nibbled nervously on my bottom lip. "The only difference is," Mitchell started, tucking an errant hair behind my ear before he even realized he was touching me "I don't care." There was something altogether incredible about the way his eyes fixated on me and refused to tear away. "I don't care," he whispered once again and leaned in to kiss me and I let him. However, his shaking hand slowly snaked its way beneath his jacket and Mitchell pressed the palm of his hand against the wet of my jeans and when my bladder started to release just a little bit more -- Mitchell moaned deeply...never moving his hand. [ 2. h o u r s. l a t e r ] Once off the terrifying tin bird with the broken engine, Mitch and I found ourselves unable to depart from the other -- we were offered either a hotel voucher with an early morning flight or a much, much, later flight and no hotel. We exchanged knowing looks and quietly took our hotel voucher, after deciding we most definitely only needed one, and exchanged the other for a meal voucher. "I should go to the bathroom before we leave," I told him, nibbling my bottom lip - the anxious feeling of knowing what was going to be happening tonight created a more natural urgency in her bladder -- falling from the sky was not something her organs, nor herself ever had time to prepare for. "No!" Mitch exclaimed a bit too loudly, but cleared his throat, and calmed himself. "I mean...uh...can you...ya know...wait?" There it was. There was the architect of his arousal. "Y-you want me to piss myself again, don't you!?" I exclaimed, flabbergasted and secretly excited at the same time. "Fine," I acquiesced and grabbed my rolling suitcase to walk ahead of him with my best my-pants-are-soaked-with-urine-fashion-show walk, adding "...but it won't happen again."