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  1. Hey all! One of my favorite things about this fetish is the holding part, in all honesty I am holding in 2 orange cream sodas right now as I write this! This got me thinking, what are yalls opinions on none total wetting omo activities? these can include, bladder edging, leaking but not totally wetting, desperate anal, desperate masturbation Ect. Don't get me wrong, I love total lose of control wetting as much as the next guy but due to many factors, I see myself doing more bladder edging masturbation activates, my favorite being desperate masturbation on the cusp of wetting. Anyways I am just wondering, what are your opinions on non wetting omo activities? Do you like them or are you more of a wetting person? If you like them what are some of your favorite activates?
  2. A large glass mason jar, a strand of hair, and a name, written in sharpie. It didn’t take much for a skilled witch to connect a bladder to a bottle. It was Leo’s first day of freshman year and he strolled into his lecture slightly late. Fashionably late, if you will. Unlike high school, his professor didn’t particularly care. He sat down next to a tall, dark haired man who looked to be about 19 or 20- the same age as Leo himself. He had long, dark hair pulled into a low bun and he wore a black tank top with a slight turtleneck and black jeans. “Hey, I’m Leo,” he whispered. ”Jai. Shut up, I’m trying to listen to the lecture.” Leo shut up. Listening to the lecture sounded like a pretty good idea. So he stayed quiet and took notes and sketched diagrams as the professor spoke. It was a long lecture though, and his mind started to wander. He noticed that Jai’s leg was shaking a lot, maybe he was feeling restless? It was a long lecture after all, a whole three hours. As time wore on, he realized that wasn’t it. The lecture had begun quite early in the morning, prompting many students to wake themselves up with a nice cup of coffee. That included Jai. His thermos sat on the desk in front of him, untouched in the last 20 minutes. There were 10 minutes left of class, and he seemed to be struggling more now. Leo’s attention was peaked. He watched as Jai quickly packed his things and speed walked out of the room the second the lecture ended. He then got up to pack his own things. A long strand of hair lay on the desk in front of him, and it was too long to be his own- it must be Jai’s. He picked it up and put it in a small plastic bag in his backpack before heading back to his dorm room. Once there, he put his backpack away and took out the strand of hair. For what he had in mind, a large jar would work best. He got a nice 1 litre mason jar out of his cupboard and put the hair inside, muttering a binding curse as he wrote Jai’s name on the outside of the jar. Jai’s bladder would now be bound to this jar. Leo filled the jar halfway with water, then shook it around a little. He had no way of knowing if it worked until the next day, when he’d hopefully see Jai at his next lecture; tomorrow’s lecture was for the same subject - biology - and at the same level; it was just human biology instead of plants. But he had a feeling it had worked, and it turned him on a little to know that wherever Jai was now, he must be squirming. The next day, he was pleased to find out that Jai was in this lecture too and wasted no time in sitting next to him. This class was later in the day so he was early today, and he hoped that meant Jai would be up for some conversation. “So, we meet again,” Leo said. ”Are you stalking me or something?” “What?! No! No, I just-“ “Relax, I’m kidding. Everyone in yesterday’s lecture is in today’s too.” ”Right. Yeah. I knew that.” “Sure you did.” ”So… can I get your number? For like, uh, studying purposes?” ”Sure.” Jai winked at him before taking out a sharpie and writing his phone number on Leo’s hand. Leo blushed. “Maybe you’d be interested in studying with me after today’s lecture? We can work at my dorm.” ”We don’t have any work yet, are you sure that’s what you want to do with me?” Jai’s tone was more flirtatious that Leo had expected, given how gruff he’d be the day before. “Is there something else you have in mind?” ”Well, we could get to know each other.” Okay, he was definitely flirting now. “Sounds like a plan.” This lecture was only an hour and a half, much to Leo’s delight. He and Jai walked back to his dorm afterwards and sat together on Leo’s small couch. “So… do you want anything? A drink, or a snack?” ”Some water would be great, thanks.” Leo went to the bathroom to fill up two glasses; he was glad the tap water was potable, as he didn’t have any kitchen space in the small dorm room. The jar sat on the countertop by the sink, at about the same volume as the day before. He poured more water in, making it 80% full. He shook it again, but not too vigorously- he had kept the lid off so that Jai would still be able to pee when he wanted to, and if he sloshed the water around too much, Jai would leak. It was still too early for that. So he went back to the living room and handed Jai a glass of water before sitting down next to him. Jai put the glass down on the table without taking a sip. ”Not thirsty anymore?” Jai mumbled something under his breath. It sounded like “Not that kind of thirsty”, but Leo couldn’t be sure. ”What did you say?” “Uh no, not thirsty. Mind if I use the bathroom?” “Go ahead.” As Jai entered the bathroom, Leo realized his mistake- the jar was still on the counter. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice it? But no such luck. Leo heard the toilet flush, then the sink ran for a bit, then Jai re-entered. Holding the jar. ”Is this what I think it is?” ”… What do you think it is?” ”You’re a witch.” ”…” ”This jar has my name on it.” “It does appear to, yes…” ”It’s empty now.” “Yes.” ”But it wasn’t.” ”Oh?” ”Don’t play dumb, you know what you did.” ”What did I do?” ”You connected this jar to my bladder.” “…” ”So I’m going to do the same to you.” ”You’re a witch too?” ”Where do you keep your jars.” ”Top shelf on the right…” Jai took one of the jars, then took a strand of Leo’s hair. He placed it in the jar and wrote Leo’s name on it, muttering the curse. Then he took it to the bathroom and began to fill it up. Leo started to squirm. ”Jai… you don’t have to do this…” ”You didn’t have to do this.” ”I was just curious, I didn’t hurt you or anything…” ”And I haven’t hurt you.” ”You’re filling the jar too much, I can’t hold it anymore.” Leo’s pee dance became more intense as he crossed his legs and grabbed his crotch. He wiggled around, trying not to pee on his couch. Jai emerged from the bathroom, holding the almost full jar with the lid screwed on. ”Oh thank god, please don’t fill it up anymore.” ”Oh I won’t.” Jai said as he flipped the jar upside down, forcing all the weight of the water to press against the lid of the jar. Leo’s desperation doubled. “Jai please… I’m gonna pee myself…” “Not as long as the lid is on, you won’t.” “You’ll keep the lid on until I get to the toilet, right?” Jai didn’t respond. ”Right?” As much as Leo knew that his bladder wouldn’t empty with the jar lid on, he couldn’t stop squirming. It felt like it would come out any second. ”Please, Jai.” Jai began to unscrew the lid slowly. ”No… please… I can’t hold it… I’m gonna pee…” ”Too late.” Jai unscrewed the lid all the way and began to pour it into the sink. Leo squeezed his crotch and crossed his legs as tight as he could, but there was nothing he could do. Hot pee flooded his underwear and started to soak into his pants. Then suddenly, it stopped. Midstream. ”AH! Jai!” He looked up and saw that the lid was back on the jar. ”What? You wanted the lid on, right?” ”No! Just- Jai! You must know how it feels to stop midstream! I have to go so badly!” “You should’ve thought of that.” ”Please… just keep the lid on until I get to the toilet…” Leo stood carefully and began his waddle to the bathroom. It was only a couple meters from where he’d been sitting but it felt like a marathon with the pee just waiting to rush out. He’d almost made it, though. Almost. ”Jai! I’m not at the toilet yet!” ”I didn’t say I’d wait.” Leo’s piss dripped out, painfully slow. Jai was dripping it ever so slowly. Leo tried to get to the toilet to at least finish there, but Jai had other plans. As soon as Leo was in front of the toilet, Jai put the lid back on. ”Are you serious?” ”Pants only. No Toilet.” Leo pulled his pants back up and sat down on the toilet. “How about both.” ”Fine.” Jai unscrewed the lid again and continued the slow pour, gradually picking up speed. Leo was so relieved to finally be going, he didn’t care that it was in his pants, or that the hottie from his lecture was watching him. His bladder was almost empty when Jai put the lid back on. ”Really? Again?” ”Can’t make this too easy for you.” ”Oh whatever, just put the jar down. Go back to the couch while I shower, okay?” Jai nodded and left the bathroom. Leo locked the door. Jai’s jar was still on the countertop, begging to be filled. And Leo wanted to get back at him. He got in the shower and cleaned himself up quickly, scrubbing the sticky urine from his legs. Then he held the jar under the shower spray, letting it fill. As it got closer to the top of the jar, he heard Jai bang on the door. “Leo! LEO! Stop that! Let me in!” Leo didn’t stop. He enjoyed hearing the desperation in Jai’s voice. He could see Jai’s feet moving under the door as he pee danced. He wished he could’ve seen it all; the expression on his face, the moment he started to wet himself. But if he opened that door, it would be over. So he didn’t open it. He left it locked, and left the jar under the shower head. It began to overflow, and he heard Jai cry out before pee pitter-pattered onto the floor. He kept the jar in the water. Jai kept peeing. “Leo! Stop! Please!” ”No.” Leo got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping himself in a towel before stepping out of the bathroom. Jai rushed in and aimed at the toilet, but Leo hadn’t turned off the shower. No matter how much he peed, he couldn’t get relief. “Please, just turn it off. Let me finish.” “Fine.” As much as Leo was enjoying this, he’d seen the look in Jai’s eyes when it had been him flooding his pants. He liked watching this as much as Leo did, and Leo hoped they’d be doing this together again.
  3. Earlier this month I posted a short story called 'Sensual Control.' It was my second-attempt at writing an omorashi-based erotica story. Because people seem to have liked it, I'm willing to post the first story - and this was my first attempt, something which is even more awkward as again, I have no character development, not even names, just action. This story plays with both female and male desperation, with a female master who is also desperate to go. -- All three of them needed to go, but it was mutually decided this time that one of the girls, the slender blonde, would be testing the other two, a brunette with shoulder-length hair and an athletic build, and a guy who wasn't athletic, but not overweight either, average. All three of them, in their evening together, wore or removed various articles of clothing; the 'master of ceremonies' blonde stripped completely naked. The guy kept his boxers on, while the brunette took everything off but a short skirt and light pink underwear. All were in their mid-twenties. At this point, all were shaking a little, but none were bursting; that would come shortly via the master's game plans. In the bathroom, the brunette sat on one side of the ledge with her legs parted but not wide open; the man, more brave, sat next to her with his left foot on the ledge, causing his legs to be open wide. The master knelt on a pad in front of them, bare. Shivers of excitement pulsed through all three. Ensuring to help keep the bathroom warm given their nakedness, as well as part of the game, the blonde turned a facet on, hot, and not wide open, just a dribble into the sink. She would use this to fill the two glasses she brought in with her. To start, she tenderly opened the fly on the man's boxers and let him slightly out. Her idea was to only allow his tip to protrude, not the whole thing. It's easy to stimulate the whole shaft, but torture to just focus on the head and nothing else, which was thankfully circumcised. That, after all, is where he'll be struggling to hold it in the most. With her fingers brushing along his left leg, encouraging those shivers, she lightly set him down on the front of his underwear; who wants to drip all over that anyway? More of a challenge. Turning towards the brunette and stifling the urge to reach down on herself given her need, she gently reached up and stroked one of her nipples, up and down slowly, while advancing towards those light pink panties. She had no intention of touching what was under them, at least not yet. Neither the brunette or the man were allowed to use their own hands, obviously. The master parted the brunette's legs enough to put her face towards the inner side of her left thigh and lick once, while her left hand gingerly pinched the pink cotton, pulled it towards her, and let go, causing it to snap back into place. Willingly, her legs opened more while her hips rolled back, a natural reaction to the urge to pee. Nearby, the guy's right leg jiggled up and down a little. She looked in between his legs; that red tip remained there, dry but under pressure. The master, her own hips swaying for a second, stroked up between her legs once, feeling the soft horizon of her tight lips, which had a minor dusting of very short hair; she liked it short, not totally shaven but not hairy either. Behind the pink cotton in front of her was smooth skin, soon to be visibly showing struggle. -- Ten minutes later, after a few drinks, she returned to the guy who, by this point, was shaking slightly. Her first challenge was simple: Let some go - but only a spitting, with a stream strong enough to avoid the pale fabric of his boxers. A squirt that wouldn't make a mess anywhere but the floor. On her command, he let go with as much force as possible before instantly stopping. She watched closely. Of course, starting, even as hard as possible, still meant he got some on his boxers. As he struggled to regain control, she watched with excitement as he jumped up and bounced a little, his hole trying to squeeze shut causing the whole thing to move. She took hold of it as he sputtered to a dribble, which dripped onto his underwear. She could feel him pulsing as she held him; she moved in and lightly licked him clean. She didn't stop there; ensuring only to focus on his tip, she stroked in small circles as he fought to hold it in. A dribble appeared. As punishment, she lightly flicked him. He turned more red, and would have bounced up and down had she not been holding him in place by the head. His shaft pulsed, and she stuck her tongue against his hole, gingerly licking up and down in a tease. She could feel a slight hardness, not nearly as much as he would be had she given proper attention to him. It was torture. To her left the brunette remained with her legs wide, legs which were dancing up and down. Her panties were still dry, but she was doing a real job keeping them that way. Her hips rocked back and forth as she instinctively held on to her breasts, breathing somewhat hard. Giving him one more sideways lick while doing her best not to touch herself or let her own dribbles out, she crawled over to the brunette, guided both hands up her legs, and with both index fingers, stroked either side of her panties without daring to touch the sensitive middle. She decided to let her make the same squirt as the guy next to her, providing relief while also ensuring her desperation only doubled rapidly. She pulled the pink aside to reveal large, smooth, deep hairless lips, told her to raise her right leg and position her foot on the ledge like the guy, and as briefly as possible, squirt a tiny stream out forcefully. Obediently, she pushed a bit out before stopping as best she could, her hips rocking back violently, those lips pulling back slightly as she fought herself closed without the help of finger pressure. She loved the pulse of struggling lips as much as she liked the desperate bobbing of a guy's head and shaft. The brunette let out a small cry of struggle. The master, herself clenching, waited for her dribbles to subside before flicking her dead centre and then letting her panties, still dry, return in place. As the brunette shuddered, the master dug her index finger between those lips and pushed upwards to create a camel toe and thin out the coverage provided by the cotton; it would be easier for her to stroke the outer edge of those lips while avoiding what was in the middle, something she would attend to later during the height of her fight. With a very fine paint brush, she stroked it up and down the outer regions of the girl's lips while she grunted and breathed in struggle; her hips rocked almost violently, her bottom almost swiveling in place as she did her best not to change the colour of the pink in that camel toe. The guy trembled as he tipped over another glass, the gentle facet in the sink still running and producing steam from the hot water. Grunting himself, he lost a spurt as his tip jumped up in a quick spasm of desperation. The master, who with her legs kneeling apart also lost brief control, shook her head ominously at him while he did his best to remain still. The two sitting in front of her were not the only ones being tortured; she was torturing herself by giving all her attention to testing them while avoiding herself. She could not grab, put any kind of pressure on herself, or, more importantly, pleasure herself. She was left to struggle just as they were, with no touching or stimulation or help whatsoever. With her attention focused on the brunette's struggling lips and the guy's bouncing tip, she was able to feel aroused to a degree, which helped, but that didn't stop her from losing a bit of liquid. Soon enough she'd need to have a drink too. Returning to the guy, she felt up his chest, came to rest on his lower body, took gentle hold of his tip and licked as she squeezed with the other hand. The objective here was for him to avoid peeing into her mouth. He groaned and grunted, and she could feel his hole work against the tip of her tongue. He spasmed, and a big grunt later, a squirt had been lost in her mouth. She drooled it out over him, rubbed his legs, and then flicked his tip again, twice, while he trembled and spasmed. Not finished, she took her paintbrush and spun it over that head, flicked it back and forth, and then reached up to do the same to his nipples. Turning it around, she carefully inserted the end about two millimetres into his hole and began stroking his head in any manner she could think of as pee leaked along the shaft of the brush. He was trying pretty hard. Meanwhile she was clenching as hard as possible, her butt jiggling and her lips engorged with pleading arousal as pee trickled down her legs. She checked on the brunette, who had just emptied a glass of warm water. Her hips had gone from rolling, rocking and gyrating to shaking and, every few seconds, jumping forward as if she were suddenly stopping a massive urge to go. A wet spot had finally appeared on that cute camel toe, enough to show pee had trickled out. She took her handy brush and slowly rotated it in a stroke up one side of her tight, clenching lips, then down the other. She was obviously aroused, but not nearly as much as she would be if that brush was concentrated on the sensitive gland in the middle, the one the master had been avoiding the entire twenty minutes they'd been there. She put her thumb into that camel toe, against the source of that wet spot, and wiggled a little as the brunette responded by gyrating again and crying out. Her legs needed attention as they moved; she stroked them quickly with her right hand before then putting mild pressure on her lower abdomen. Spreading her lips while clenching hers as tightly as possible in a wide-legged kneel, she licked the brunette's hole just as she'd done the guy's, but unlike him, she got several squirts in the face. She didn't seem to be quite as strong. Snapping those panties back into place and putting pressure between those desperate lips with her index finger, she flicked the brunette right in the sensitive spot. All three took another glass of water. The game went on like this for another hour. Eventually, one by one, they tired out. The brunette went first, soaking her panties into a dark pink as the master slapped and flicked it, attempting to stop her to no avail. The guy's squirts became isolated streams, his head over-sensitive and semi-hard yet losing the ability to withstand that internal pressure. The master herself finally gave in, her occasional dribbles and squirts longer and longer until she couldn't stop no matter how much she squirmed, rocked, and shook. All three were in desperate need of relief - not bathroom relief, but sexual relief. Due to the nature of the night, the delayed orgasms meant all three had multiple after their game rather than just one. It was something worthwhile. -- Something like this pretty much hits what I'd want to do right on the head. Though I massively prefer female desperation, male desperation does something minor for me, and it would probably do more in real life. Again, a scenario like this is highly unlikely. At least I can write.
  4. There are a lot of posts on here from men about desperate women with full bladders. But are there many women who like to see a man with a full bladder?
  5. From the album: Neptune’s omo art

    Just like the idea of someone being absolutely bursting, like out of their mind desperate, sitting on the toilet, pants down, all the water running… so close to relief… and not being allowed to let go. Better yet if they have to drink more every time they ask to pee.
  6. From the album: OMORASHI Summer Collection

    A crime scene under the sunset. The victims ? three young lady. The criminal ? A strange person who controls the bladders.
  7. Hello, I am a Female who will not pee until I go to bed, Every day! Hi, Today is the day before I pee once a day! The rules are: I will not pee a drop until bedtime, The exceptions are when I need to poop, but will still only pee a little (Will hold people shut while pooping, only a spurt may come out), and when something important happens. Anyway, I’m just killing time so I can see forums that need posts Lol I will have to burst at some point I bet
  8. First time writing, I wanted to try it out since the kinky voices in my head don't stop screaming. If you'd like, tell me what you think about it, criticism appreciated! ------- Characters: Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, the restrainer, the boyfriend, the one in control, and likes to see his girlfriend desperate. Mali [F] - 19 y/o, the holder, the girlfriend, and the one who acts truly desperate when in reality she secretly really enjoys it. (They don't know that they're both into omo things) ------- It's a mildly hot summer day, no one dares to wear extra or long clothes, mini fans are on, and drinks are abundant. Yuta and Mali sit around at Mali's house and lounge looking at Tweetter, reading manga, playing 2-player Switch games; the norm. The day goes on, Yuta drinking a considerable amount less than Mali, but still heading to the restroom once in the early afternoon. Mali on the other hand, drinks avidly without thinking much about it - Cokes, sparkling waters, tea, and so on - and overly engrossed with her activities with her important other, she pays no mind to the creeping rise in pressure in her bladder. Eventually, a typical wave of boredom ends up hitting both of them within minutes of each other during the afternoon, likely aided by the heat they're faced with. Shortly, Mali begins to fidget . . . ------- Mali: exhaling haaah~ . . . hnng... Yuta: What's up? Mali: I'm gonna have to go to the bathroom in a second. Yuta: hmmm...is that so? Yuta quickly comes up with a scheme . . . Y: Care for another round of Mauro Kart? M: I'll...be right back first- Yuta quickly shuffles himself between her and the door. M: ehhh...? What's this you're doing now? Y: Alluding to the bathroom Not before you win a race. M: Ah, fine, no big deal. You're not very hard to win against, so I don't mind. And so Mali lets her cockiness get to her. M: [After 1 game] Gahh! Lucky win Yu, but it's no problem. [After 3 games] becoming restless and nervous Damnit...how did you not fall off the track on lap 3?! [After 5 games] moving around, lightly kicking her legs Dahh! Screw it! Screw your game! I'm going to the bathroom now- Mali stands awkwardly, and Yuta quickly mimics with more stability. Y: Not so fast... M: Nggh~ come on! I really need to go! Mali is now leaning forward concealing some of her pressure and also making an attempt to move through Yuta. She comes to realize though, that moving so vigorously makes her want to pee even more. M: Yuta, this is getting~...kinda serious..! Y: And so am I... He joltingly presses lightly on her stomach-groin region. M: eeEK!! Silently after her exclaim, Mali feels a few drops seep from her pussy, and into her leggings. Having neglected underwear due to the heat, a small, darker spot forms but is not yet visible by either of the two. She retracts from Yuta, her head down, concentrating on keeping her composure, and her day's beverages, in. M: s-some came out... Y: Really...just now? Under his breath just as planned... A point from beneath his shorts starts to grow in size M: Noticing, embarrassed and yet excited, turns away You creep... Yuta calmly stands in the opened doorway, observing the weakened girl, who tries to wait in their room to attempt to relieve herself of some of the pressure, but alternatively backfires on herself, allowing the pressure to build more. Mali now breathes heavily, knowing what she has to do. Outside of the doorway to the right is the short hallway to the bathroom. All she needs to do is knock Yuta off balance enough to sprint by him and onto the toilet, where she'd let go of all of her stress. Just thinking about the toilet made her need to go more. With most of her remaining effort, Mali unsuspiciously creeps toward her boyfriend and suddenly shoves his upper body back, causing him to step back enough for Mali to bolt through the doorframe and into the hall. She begins to book it to the bathroom, but without that last ounce of effort, she stagers, allowing Yuta to grab her wrist and stop her from making more progress. She struggles to push forward but soon sweeps herself off her feet as a result, and falls to her knees . . . M: Spurt...squirt...(In a high pitch) Mnnn-!~ She immediately forces her collapsed legs together, covering her pussy with her one free hand tightly, repeatedly telling herself Stop stop stop! Her leggings now have a larger spot, a visible spotted area near her butt, and a moist circular area in the front. A few drops manage to soak through Mali's hand and onto the wood floor. Yuta watches with pleasure, his grip unwavering in strength. Y: You only needed to win that one game, and you wouldn't be in this situation. M: Shivering D--amn you...I'm n-nearly pissing myself over here...w-w-well I already sorta did...but that's besides the point! Mali's last reserve of holding it in was nearing its limit, considering how much energy she had just exerted at once. She manages to raise herself to her feet, slowly rising, keeping her legs tight, her hand pushing down hard, and her feet slowly spread beneath her. Step by step she inches forward. Yuta knows that at this point, Mali no longer needs to be restrained with how close she already is to peeing herself, and watches as she desperately makes her way closer to her goal. Suddenly, Mali's last line of defense gives in, and feels the pressure coming. She starts shaking, stumbling quicker, brief gushes of warm fluid trickling in and through her leggings, her hands doing no good to prevent the flow. A trail is left behind, growing in size by the second. Mali manages to make her way into the doorframe of the bathroom, her salvation in sight. She allows her hands to move from her pussy to the sides of the doorframe, barely able to stand, despite the steady bursts soaking her inner thighs. M: NGH- HAH- NGAHH~ c'mon...! Lost in a blind panic, Mali fails to notice Yuta approaching from behind her. With a swift motion, Yuta's fingers come up and through her exposed legs and straight onto her pussy. M: NNNNGGGGGAHHH~~~ Mali's crotch relaxes, and her river is released in full force. The stretching dark spot becomes a dark stream branching off down her legs, a stream of warm pee shooting down onto both the wood of the hallway, the tile of the bathroom, and Yuta's carefully positioned hand. Mali's gushes turned into a loud trembling hiss, Mali letting out a slurry of sighs and moans from both her shock and thorough relief. She trembles and slowly loses her balance, falling to the ground midway through her relieving. A puddle, no, a small lake forms around her legs, ripples spreading in an outward fashion. As the force subsided, and silence grew once again, a twitching Mali looked down at her piss-soaked leggings, breathing slowly and heavily. She had wet herself in front of her boyfriend, and had to tell him the truth. M: heheheh...I came a little when you grabbed me... Y: Realizing Oohh. You liked that? M: Quietly a-and a lot when I pissed myself~ Y: I'll take that as a win-win. M: Do you...mind if we do that more in the future? {END}
  9. This was an older post of mine-- if you like what you've read I am currently taking commissions-- more details on my Tumblr and Twitter both @anaxgardner. Happy Reading! “So, will you come back to my place?” I nearly choked. It had been so long since I’d been on a date, and even longer since I’d let a guy take me home. I was married for five years, and was exclusive with Troy for three years before that, so a lot of things had changed since I’d last gone out with a guy. “Jacob? Are you okay?” I snapped out of my trance to see his green eyes staring at me. He nervously picked at his nails. “I uh… I’m fine. It’s just… this is still all new to me,” I confessed. “If I go back to your place, we have sex, right?” The redhead leaned across the table and dropped his voice down to a whisper. “Jacob, if you come back to my place, we can do whatever you want. We don’t have to have sex. I won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. He leaned in, pressing a kiss ever so gently to my lips, and I found myself wondering if everyone else was watching the two guys making out in the corner booth. “Make yourself comfortable,” Austin said, loosening his grip on my hand as we stepped over the threshold into his apartment. “I’ll be right back, I just have to use the bathroom.” I felt my skin heat up and the thought of the three glasses of wine he had through dinner rushing to his bladder made my heart skip a beat. “Wait!” I called, causing him to stop and look at me. I took three steps forward and slammed my lips against his, taking him by surprise. Austin’s hands found my waist as his lips moved against mine. I never got the chance to explore my kink with Troy. He always thought it was stupid, but I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass me by this time. Austin seemed different. I would do whatever it took to keep him out of that bathroom until the last possible second. Our lips separated with a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Damn, boy, can I at least pee first?” Our eyes met, and I knew the control was all mine. My mouth curved up into a smile. “No.” I expected Austin to be disgusted, but as I picked my hand up and traced a finger along his lower belly, he simply raised an eyebrow at me and said, “Is that the game we’re playing tonight?” I held my head down and nodded. “Okay then.” Austin took a step back and made a show out of crossing and uncrossing his legs. “Please, Jacob?” he begged, “I really have to go.” I bit the inside of my cheek, shaking my head. I flattened my hand against his stomach. I gently pushed with my fingertips, getting a flinch out of him. “I think you need another drink.” He smirked, knowing exactly where my mind was going. “There’s a bottle of chardonnay in the fridge.” Two more glasses later, Austin was holding his alcohol surprisingly well. Other than the occasional shift of his hips, I would have never known he was holding back a full bladder. “You were holding before dinner, weren’t you?” I asked, finishing off my third class of the night. He bashfully nodded. “I don’t want you to think I’m a pig, but sex feels so much better with a full—mmph.” Instead of getting the last word out, he winced and placed his hand on his lower belly. “Show me,” I ordered. Austin’s wine glass went to the table in front of him. Once he lifted his shirt, I took a second to marvel at his very overfilled bladder protruding out of his stomach. I fought back the urge to touch it. No, not yet. Instead I held my hand out towards him. “What?” he asked. “Lead me to your bedroom.” He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Feeling my own bladder start to weigh heavy in my stomach, I said, “You said sex it better with a full bladder. Prove it.” God, did he prove it. While he had to stop quite a few times to keep control of his bladder, sex with Austin was better than anything I’d ever had with Troy. Afterwards, Austin stood, pulling on his jeans. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. “Um…the bathroom? I hope.” I knew what he was feeling. His orgasm made his need worsen. He couldn’t stand still, dancing on the spot as I stood and put my own jeans back on. “Not yet.” He groaned. “Lay down.” He obeyed reluctantly, but moved a hand to knead at his crotch once he laid down. I smirked and went back to the kitchen, filling a clear plastic cup with warm water. “Please don’t make me drink that,” Austin whined as I returned to the bedroom, “I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” “This isn’t for you to drink.” I laid down next to him, dipping my fingers into the water which sent a jolt to my own bladder. Holding my hand over his stomach, I let the water drip onto his skin, and his reaction was instant. “Ah!” he yelled, drawing his legs up and tightening his grip. I expected him to tell me to stop, but he didn’t. I held the cup directly over him and slowly tilted it, letting the warm water fall over him. He groaned, twisting his legs and shoving his hand deeper into his crotch until he couldn’t take it anymore. “I can’t hold it!” he cried. I moved the cup to the nightstand and turned back just in time to see his jeans turn dark. Austin tried to stop, but no amount of squeezing and leg crossing could cut off the flow his bursting bladder was pushing out of him. He finally relaxed and I reached over, taking his pee-soaked hand in mine. I watched in awe as his bladder continued to empty with a loud hiss. A full two minutes later, Austin let out the breath he was holding as his bladder was finally empty. The bed, along with our jeans, were completely soaked. I was still speechless. “Are you okay?” he asked me. I nodded and laughed. It was my turn. “I uh… I have to pee,” I confessed. Austin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, do you?” Another nod. He gave me an evil smile. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
  10. It was a strange kind of luck that we stopped at that garage sale. We aren’t even garage sale people, but there was a lawnmower that Ryan, my husband, wanted to check out. The mower turned out to be a bust, but we stayed and looked around anyway. It was while fingering through a pile of things that clearly belonged to a recently deceased relative that I saw it. Still in the box and sealed was a brand new bedside commode with a $5 tag on it. A man saw me looking and came over. He introduced himself as the owner of the house and explained that the medical supplies were sent back from the hospital after his grandfather passed because insurance had already paid for it. I gave my condolences, and then made up a vague tale about an ailing family member that was lacking in equipment and bought the commode. The man was much too kind and threw in a medical urinal, and a bad full of generic powders, creams, and washes that you get in the hospital. I thanked him and finally got Ryan’s attention to get his ass in the car. “I take it you’ve got some ideas?” He asked me with undeniable excitement in his voice once we were on our way home once more. “Oh I’ve got lots of them. Want to talk about the one we should try first?” “Surprise me,” he practically begged, the submissive side of him already taking over. It encouraged me and helped me ease into my headspace as well. “As you wish. When we get home you will not be using the toilet. You will go to our room and strip to nothing,” I ordered, knowing the game wouldn’t take long to get interesting. He’d been holding it for a while already, as we’d been out running errands for most of the day and he’d had plenty to drink without once taking a restroom break. He’d mentioned as we headed for home that the yard sale should probably be a quick stop because he wanted to get home. We got home and while he undressed I assembled the commode. He was then asked to bring his restraints to me. I guided him onto the open bowl of the commode and then took my time cuffing his wrists to the handles and his ankles to the front legs. He was already hard, and squirming a bit to find comfort on the unfamiliar furniture. “You’re going to hold it like a good boy, and we’re going to do 6 rolls on the D20. If you make it to the end then you can pick the next game. If you don’t, then I get to pick again. Do we have a deal?” I asked, straddling his lap and stroking his bare sides teasingly with my thumbs. “Deal!” He groaned immediately, trying not to give away that I’d found his ticklish spot. The dice game was a well-established one in our dynamic. We had several dice of varied numbers of sides. The lower the side count, the larger the stakes. We were using the D20- so 20 different potential low-level consequences to his bladder. We tend to keep each roll 10 minutes apart for the D20 unless otherwise discussed. An hour’s worth of trials wasn’t the toughest challenge we’ve done by far, but it all depended on how full he was already and the luck of the roll. I put the die in his hand, a shimmery marbling of green and gold resin, and let him have his first toss. 15: drink. Ouch, that’s a rough start. I fetched a half-liter water bottle, room temperature so he had no reason to nurse it. I added a straw and held it to his lips, which were pouting adorably at his unhelpful first move. He didn’t look at me as he sucked the bottle dry. “Good boy,” I praised, moving my vanity stool to perch directly in front of him. I used the remainder of the ten minutes so watch him. He wiggled and fidgeted, but I knew nerves were playing a part of it all. Being completely exposed like this was something he was still getting used to. If he got to pick the game his objective was almost always the challenge of keeping a certain outfit unscathed, or to keep a diaper dry. He was less comfortable with the nudity, but insisted that he was excited to push that boundary and wasn’t afraid to use his word if it wasn't working for him. I finally caught his eyes when they flitted to the clock, and then to my face. I smiled and he smiled back, dropping his eyes immediately. I reached out and poked the die back into his hand. He rolled it around between his fingers for a moment before giving it its second toss. 3: ice cubes. The look on his face was so delicious I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed him deeply on the mouth. He kissed back, tiny moan of pleasure barely audible as it rumbled low in his throat. “You’re beautiful when you’re nervous,” I assured him before leaving to grab the ice. When I got back his features were determinedly focused. I was dying to know how desperate he truly was, but not knowing is half the fun, never really sure how long the game would carry on. I took the remaining time with the ice. A whole eight minutes to drag the ice in slow, torturous patterns across his skin while goosebumps erupted and his hair stood on end. Down the center of his spine, ear to ear across the back of his neck. The inside of each thigh, around each nipple, from his Adam’s apple straight down to the tip of his length, and more. I felt my panties dampen while he squirmed and shivered, hissing at the surprise of every new location. Even better, his sigh of relief when I pushed the die back into his palm. His left leg jiggled, and I knew he was getting at least a little worried. He tossed the die and audibly moaned. 8: 5 seconds release. This challenge could end our game right here. Ryan isn’t known for his ability to take the edge off, or survive a little leak. 7/10 if the floodgates open, they stay open. He looked up with big puppy eyes. “Do your best, baby. I won’t be mad if you have an accident,” I promised, stroking his cheek before returning to my seat. His face took on a look of intense focus. I watched his cock, ready to count. It took a few deep breaths, but finally a strong stream erupted from his member. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1, stop! I ordered, and was treated by the stream cutting off. Ry’s thighs trembled and a few unwanted dribbles escaped, but after a moment it seemed like he was really back in control. “I did it!” He gasped, obviously proud of completing that trial. “You did, I’m so proud of you! Do you have any left? You let so much out in the potty just now, I’m sure you don’t have too much more tinkle in you,” I teased, playing up the baby talk. He loved it when I made him feel like a little boy who was trying desperately to make it to the potty on time. “I’m bursting, I can’t believe I actually stopped. He argued, hips rocking relentlessly as he tried to keep it that way. I bantered with him about the feat he’d just pulled until it was time to hand over the die again. He tossed it almost as soon as it touched his hand. 20: running water. A simple spell, but very effective. I’ve always hated the wastefulness of running the tap for no reason, so instead I brought in two pitchers, one full and the other empty. I found myself rocking on my chai a bit, wet slit demanding attention after all of the wiggling my husband displayed. I dripped, trickled, streamed, and splashed the water from one pitcher to the other, all while he danced in a way that made my private area throb with desire. I finally set the pitchers aside and gave him the die. A look of panic crossed his face and suddenly his back arched as he tried to bare down on a wave of desperation. I watched greedily as a large, high-powered spurt hosed the inside of the commode basin. For a second time I was amazed by Ryan regaining control. His knees fought to pull together, but simply weren’t able. “Uh oh, are you going to use your potty chair and lose your treat?” I asked, and despite putting up a tremendous fight, his cock erupted once more. After another moment of straining he finally let go, letting go fully. His legs fell apart lazily and I had a full view of him pissing like a firehose into the basin. His head dropped back and he panted slightly as the stream passed thirty seconds. I waited anxiously for him to empty so I could put his member to better use. He let out a needy moan as the gushing flow finally tapered off just after a minute. “Why was that the best piss of my whole life?” He groaned, cock already hardening. I rushed to unlock him. “You were full, I didn’t know you were holding so much when we were out,” I pointed out, truly admiring what I’d just seen. “I wanted to play when we got home, I was thinking about something to try and wanted to be ready if you said yes,” he explained, hands on me as soon as he was uncuffed. “Hmmm. Fuck me now, then we’ll talk about it for round two? “Deal,” he agreed, already taking off my pants.
  11. Hi guys, here is my next story but its going to be a bit different to the ones I have done before. Usually I’ve already planned out much of a story and have notes for each step along the way. But I’ve not got as much free time as before, so I am starting this without the prior planning. There is a high probability that this could become another unfinished story on the site and, posts may be sporadic and random lengths depending on when I get the time and inclination to write. I'm saying all this because I often get people commenting they are happy to see a story with an ending, so thought I would be upfront with this. But hopefully it will still be enjoyable to you all! The Wet Rune Chapter 1: The foundation Rays of morning sunlight shone through the partially curtained windows, illuminating a figure seemingly deep in thought. A stillness filled the room, the only movement coming from the drifting dust glimmered in the light having recently displaced from its position atop the numerous old boxes and piles of long forgotten books. Carefully the figure turned a page of the fragile book, studying the faded and stained pages covered in barely legible glyphs and symbols. Her right hand slowly moving over and taking a note of something in an old leather notebook that had seemingly seen better days. Hearing the floor creak the figure turned their head to see a younger woman, her assistant was hurrying towards her whilst carrying a number of scrolls in her arms. A broad smile on her face as she caught her superiors attention. “Annabeth, I think I found something” She said, rolling out two of the scrolls on the table and using a random assortment of artefacts and books to weight down the corners. Her associate simply raising her hands out of the path of the scroll in a way that suggested she was used to these sorts of interruptions. Picking up the mug from the table she took a swig from the stale and old tea before leaning over to peer over the ancient texts unfurled before her. “Well I am glad you have, im still coming up empty.” She sighed, placing the empty mug down on one of the few uncovered parts of the table. “Ok, so look here. Anything seem odd to you?” Her assistant said excitedly. “Nope, that just looks like the seal of Erzulie.” “Correct, but this isn’t a Benin scroll, its Egyptian” “Ok, that’s weird.” Annabeth said, moving around the table for a better look. Her interest clearly peeked by the revelation that would have made sense to very few others. “So we have a deity about 4,000 miles and a few hundred years out of place.” “Yeah, and then over here we have it again. But this time it’s a translation of a Mameluke text found in Spain.” Her assistant continued, a large tomb carefully placed on top, open to a gold leaf page covered in sigils and marks both women were deeply familiar with. “hmmm” Now looking at the second text, she peered closer at number of ornate symbols, her hand outstretching and grabbing a magnifying glass to help. “There is Nanshe from the Sumerians as well as Tefnut and Anuket from Egypt” Annabeth said using a finger to lightly trace the scripture on the page. “So this really could be it. The sect we were looking for?” “That’s what I was thinking and more than that, if you read the passage down there” her assistant said pointing to the bottom of the opposite page. “A communal treasure, its power unimaginable was stored by the priests of the water of life to protect it until it was needed again. To protect it from the great….What does that word say Courtney?” Annabeth asked, her assistant farm more of a linguist than even she was. “Uh… I think it translates to roughly famine, or maybe thirst. It mentions the tale of the Famine Stela, which Anuket is also present for, so it could be referring to that?” “The seven-year drought? That was where they talked to the gods at the Elephantine spring in Egypt and the temple of Satet was created right?” “Yes exactly and I think the the cult of Satis may have formed a basis for our larger group. Judging by the few mentions of the Omotet It would appear that it was somewhat of a secret sect, even from many other groups that knew of each other. It is possible that members of Satis were also members of Omotet.” The young assistant said, looking up and pushing her glasses further up her nose.” There was a long pause as the two women contemplated their findings, the room falling silent for a moment. They had been working on this for months, years... but now they had found something. Although, they had both been bitten like this before, the secret sect many believed to have never existed becoming some what of an awkward conversation for both of them. Many of their peers putting it up there with the theory of aliens building the pyramids. “So, do you think this is it Annabeth. The fountain of youth?” “Only one way to find out, but this is great work Courtney. We might be on the verge of one of the greatest rediscoveries ever.” She said, a wide smile covering her face as they locked eyes. The tiredness of many sleepless nights wiped away in an instant. ------------------- So that is the set up, I'd love to know peoples thoughts. Also, sorry to anyone who might now more about Egyptology than me, I did my best but I probably got some things wrong there.... More coming soon! Also, this is largely inspired by a story I read many years ago called the Wet Stone that I think many of us will be familiar with. But if not I would 100% recommend this story.
  12. Kazuki was the star of the track team and for the first time in his school’s history he had led them to a regional championship. All the people in his school knew his name and the girls would giggle and blush when they saw him in the hallways. He was tall and muscular, but also lean and unassuming. His jagged black hair fell naturally around his face, but it was his large dark black eyes that were perhaps his most striking feature. To celebrate their regional championship, Kazuki and the track team held a huge cookout in the school’s courtyard. They had burgers and hot dogs, fruit punch and soda, and all the members of the team had on their uniforms adorned with their championship insignias. However, amidst the cheers and celebration, Makoto Mori was standing awkwardly in the corner away from the rest of the commotion. Unlike her classmates who wore dresses and skirts, Makoto wore a grey crop top with black sweatpants along with jet black eyeshadow. She was not tall and fair skinned like some of the most popular girls, and all throughout her childhood her peers made fun of her for her curves. Although Makoto didn’t have many friends, she was far from being a reserved and shy girl. She constantly flirts with guys and this made the other girls resent her even more. She just always found guys to be easier to talk to. On this day though, she longed for some real friends. She stood there and watched in silence as her classmates jumped for joy together celebrating their victory. It was times like these when she felt the most alone. Kazuki was the center of attention, weaving in and out of his classmates from conversation to conversation, shaking hands with professors, and lifting the regional trophy into the air. Kazuki liked flirting with everyone and multiple girls were already vying for his attention. Arrogant boy. Makoto thought. Seemingly everyone needed a piece of him, but Makoto was eyeing him from afar and began to notice he was trying to slip away from the crowd. Where was he trying to go? She wondered. Kazuki disposed of yet another paper cup of fruit punch as he was yanked away by one of the popular girls to go talk to her friends. Makoto thought she saw him shiver as he walked over to talk to the girls. He stood there for what seemed like ages talking, but now Makoto’s gaze was fixed on him. That one shiver she noticed before wasn’t just from a cool breeze. The tell-tale sign was his eyes. They were darting back and forth at a faster than normal pace, constantly looking toward the double doors into the school. He put his hands in his pockets and lightly swung his hips as he talked to the girls. He bent his knees awkwardly and started looking toward his feet. After a few more minutes his mounting desperation seemed to boil over and he tried to make his escape. He shuffled through the crowd trying not to draw attention. As soon as he was about to break free from the crowd, the broad and tall Principal Nakamura stepped in his way. “Kazuki! Just the man I was looking for. It’s time for the trophy celebration. You ready?” “Yes Principal Nakamura but if you don’t mind first--” “Great! ATTENTION STUDENTS!” The principal boomed. The chatter of the kids settled down. “It is my great honor to present to you the 2020 regional track champions! It is through their hard work and determination that our school will be recognized by the national committee of athletic excellence. This year our boys’ achievement was unlike that of any other.” Principal Nakamura droned on but neither Makoto or Kazuki were absorbing the words coming out of his mouth. Makoto’s gaze was fixed on Kazuki, who now was half leaning up against a lamppost next to the Principal. Kazuki knew the entire student body was looking at him so he was trying his absolute best to stifle any signs of having to pee. Once in a while, he would be hit with an unavoidable shiver and his back would tense up straight. He switched his stance and started leaning against the post with his other leg. He tensed again and his eyes widened. Noticing his own behavior, he took a deep breath and forced himself to regain composure. Not like this. He thought. The principal’s speech was endless, but Makoto hoped it would go on longer. It was becoming increasingly clear Kazuki was on the verge of bursting. He had been drinking many cups of fruit punch and soda that his classmates had been bringing to him and now it was all hitting his bladder hard. Every time she saw Kazuki squirm she would also hold her breath, hoping to see him wet. Finally it seemed like the principal’s speech was coming to an end. “And without further ado, the MVP of the track team…. your very own….the senior... Kazuki Goto!” The crowd cheered. The principal handed Kazuki the trophy. “Lift it!” He told Kazuki. Kazuki’s mind froze. He grabbed the trophy but he was shaking. A drop of sweat dripped down from his brow. He gripped the trophy tightly with both hands until his knuckles were white and raised it above his head. He held it there for a few seconds as Makoto and all the class watched. Kazuki tensed up, he felt his muscles go cold. His bladder was extremely hard pushing up against his abs. It sent a shockwave up his back and suddenly -- Kazuki dropped the trophy. Everyone’s cheering quieted and turned into murmurs. Kazuki still was holding his breath. The principal took charge. “Oh what do we have here! Nervous in the spotlight! You dropped it , how funny!. The principal bent over and picked up the trophy, which was unharmed. Kazuki blushed red. He was barely holding on. He felt a small drip leak out. “No worries Kazuki!” The principal announced. “The trophy is fine.” The crowd resumed into laughter and conversation as an atmosphere of levity returned to the gathering. The principal shook Kazuki’s hand and the crowd began to disperse back towards the food and music. Kazuki left like a flash. He walked briskly without talking to anyone right for the double doors that led into the building. Anticipating this, Makoto had repositioned herself closer to the building and followed after him. He was too desperate to even notice her gaining ground as he turned the corner toward the 1st floor bathroom. At least now he was out of sight. Almost there, the home stretch. Just like the race, he thought to himself, laughing slightly at his ridiculous predicament. Another leak. The smile was erased from his face. Just about when he was going to push open the door to the bathroom he felt two strong hands on his shoulders dig in and push him up against the lockers on the wall. It was Makoto. “M-Makoto? Wha- Wh- L-Let me go!” He was too weak to fight back. “Hold it you little boy. You’re supposed to be the track star. Be a goddamn man.” Makoto’s confidence surprised even herself. She had never done anything like this to anyone before, but her desire overcame her rationality. She wanted more than anything to see Kazuki continue to hold and she would do whatever it took. Kazuki could barely talk as he was pressed against the wall. His full bladder was twinging as Makoto’s unflinching eyes peered at his. She had lodged her leg in between Kazuki’s so he could not cross them. She leaned into him more and purposely pressed against his bladder. She took both his wrists in his hands and pushed them against the wall and began kissing his neck lightly. She kissed just enough so it was on the edge of tickling him. Kazuki was beyond flustered. He was overcome with sensations, his bladder, constant shivering, his wrists pinned against the lockers, and now Makoto’s kisses on his neck. All the stimulation at the same time was not all-together unpleasant though. His body was starting to override his mind’s desire to do the sensible thing. His thoughts stopped flowing and soon enough the only thing he could comprehend was the feeling of his body pinned against the wall by Makoto. He grabbed her hips and brought her even closer to him, putting even more pressure on his bladder willingly. Makoto gasped in shock. He really likes it. “M-Makoto. I can’t hold on any longer.” Kazuki whispered uneasily. Just as he was about to let go Makoto grabbed the inside of his thigh and dug her fingers in a little too deeply. “Hold. It.” Kazuki said. He gasped hard and felt the breath escape his lungs and his bladder throb. He would hold on longer. He told himself. Fuck. Makoto removed her sweatshirt and noticed a few more drops leak from in between Kazuki’s legs. She pressed hard on the wet spot and Kazuki groaned. “This is your punishment for leaking. Fuck’s sake are you two years old?” Kazuki’s hesitation about what was happening was long forgotten. He was loving this. The surprise and danger and excitement had made him extremely hard and Makoto could feel his hardness through his pants. He leaked again. Makoto bit softly into his neck and pressed his wrists even harder into the lockers. He couldn’t take it. This was it. An uncontrollable surge forced its way forward and what was once a small wet spot began to grow more and more until it dripped down his pants and began to dribble onto the floor of the hallway. As he lost control Makoto’s biting became even more intense, she increased the pressure of her body against his and pushed her chest up against him. When he was finally done Makoto abruptly stopped, dropped her hands and took a step back. She admired her handiwork. Kazuki was standing drooped over with his hands on his knees panting hard. His pants were soaked and there was a small puddle beneath his feet. His hair fell over his shoulder and his dark black eyes blinked tiredly. His uniform was ruined and he had no idea how he would be able to get out of this but he didn’t care. “Makoto I had no idea…. you were so… can we please do this again?” Makoto crossed her arms and smirked. “You couldn’t even last more than a few minutes for me. And you think I would do this again with you? Grow up. This was one time only. You don’t deserve me.” She turned her head and left him there. Kazuki Story (1).docx
  13. Hello everyone! I hope you all are doing well and having fun with your fetishes! I have been doing holds a little more frequently lately and have been enjoying it alot! As some of you may know if you've read my other few posts I only started being alot more open about my fetish a couple years back, which was when I told someone about it for the first time. However, despite truly trusting and loving her as well as having a great relationship at the time where we could talk about pretty much anything, we sadly did not truly get into the subject as I had truly hoped we would. The whole reason I even told her in the first place was because she was telling me about work and she was saying how the customers were yelling at her or something because all of the bathrooms were closed! So naturally as soon as she said this it peaked my interest, being both really into female desperation and almost anything pee related (as long as it's female of course) and also being highly in to her. It just made my excitement go to a whole new level. But I didn't tell her right away as I still wasn't sure about it. But after a couple days of non stop thinking about what she told me, I figured it was time. But sadly as I said we didn't really go into it like I had hoped.. So my point of posting this was to explain a little background, she was really the first and only person I ever openly admitted this to. And I have always wanted to be able to talk to a pretty female about this. I've just never had the opportunity to do so. And at least on here the females are into pee related things too so there's less to no worry! I always used to think that if I told anyone about my fetish, especially a female, they would think I'm gross or that there's something wrong with me.. But at least on here I know the females are into it too, perhaps different aspects of omorashi but at least that's one less thing to worry about! So my point being if any females on here see and read this, could you please inbox me so we can talk about it!? We might find we have alot more in common then we think! And also we can have alot of fun with it and play some omo games! Do a hold together or take turns controlling each other's bladder! I would really love to do that! I think it would be so fun and sexy controlling a woman's bladder! If there at least one woman out there who is will and who thinks it sounds like fun the please don't hesitate to message me and we'll see what happens! I will explain more and answer any questions when you message me!
  14. Finding Mira's limits (Warning: Includes Scenes of a sexual nature, for those who might not be into it) Watching the car pull up out front Mira couldn’t help but smile, it had been three long weeks since she had last seen her fiancé Lewis. As a successful businessman he often found himself travelling, much to her annoyance. She knew it wasn’t his choice but she still wished that some of his longer trips didn’t happen. Looking away from the window she checked herself out in the mirror, smoothing out the crease in her black lingerie where it barely covered her moderate bust before running a hand through her two-toned straight hair. The smile reappeared as she heard the engine turn off outside, her perfectly straight teeth sinking into her supple lower lip as she bit into in anticipation. Stepping out of the car came the man she had missed so badly, a man who by comparison was rather plain looking. The pair often got questioning looks or comments about how such an ordinary man could capture her, but they didn’t know him the way she did. She had been with a number of partners before meeting Lewis, but she had never had the level of connection she had with him. They had first met at a friends party and like most others she had thought he was a bit of a boring guy, not really saying or doing much. But a few weeks later the pair of them had met again at the same friend’s cabin, over that weekend away she had really fallen for him. He had a great sense of humour and was a great listener, a rare thing for the men her looks typically attracted. The two of them had spent much of that weekend sat side by side on a wall overlooking the valley they were staying in, talking for hours and hours about hopes, dreams and where they saw themselves in 5 years’ time. The honest and heartfelt conversation drawing the pair of them closer, but her feelings today were a little less poetic Hearing the front door open she took up her pose, moving over and lounging suggestively on the bed. “Mira?” Came a shout from the hallway downstairs. “Im in the bed room” She shouted back, doing her best to still maintain some femininity in the yell. With each creak of the stairs she felt her heart flutter, the butterflies in her stomach going into overload as she heard him step onto the landing. How many times had she imagined this over the last couple of days, it was always torture when Lewis was gone for so long. A week she could handle, but 3… Opening the door slowly it revealed him standing there, a broad smile on his face as he met her eyes before his rolled slightly. Of the pair of them she was always the more sexually forward and it seemed he had expected something like this. Although, the flirty texting they had been doing all afternoon should have been somewhat of a clue to him. “I see you have been busy” he joked, raising an eyebrow at his beautiful girlfriend laying on a bed, candles flickering around the softly lit room filled by soft jazz music. “What ever do you mean” she replied, fanning her long hair innocently. “Well” he said stepping into the room, his hands behind his back for some reason. “I was just putting my suitcase next to the laundry room and I may have found these.” He said, holding out a pair of her soaked underwear and causing her to blush deeply. Her fetish was no secret between the two of them and he was well aware of what got her going, even though he rarely took any part of it. From time to time he would indulge her, but even just him talking about it was making her heart pump a little faster. “I think someone couldn’t control themselves when I was away” He said, his voice taking on a huskier tone as he walked towards her on the bed and taking her by surprise. Lewis had always been a bit reluctant to be involved with her holds, not wanting to hurt her or cause any unwanted accidents, not realising that was what she dreamt of. But over the last year she had slowly been pushing what he was comfortable with and was enjoying it immensely, this current turn included. “I just couldn’t hold it. I was ever so desperate” she said, doing her best to sound innocent and pouting slightly. “I suppose the toilet was just too far away, there was no way of making it?” Lewis asked, taking another step towards her in the room and throwing his suit jacket onto a chair in the corner. “It was, I was at my limit.” Mira continued; her mind flooded with the images of her morning accident. Waking up with an “accidentally” full bladder had only made her long for his touch that much more. The pair of them having an unwritten rule of not pleasuring themselves on these trips away from each other, a form of erotic torture that only seemed to heighten her lust for him. A little game for them to play, forcing her to go without the most basic of pleasures for weeks at a time. “Well if you were at your limit that would be fine, but I don’t believe you.” “You don’t?” she said, raising an eyebrow and waiting for what he was going to say or do next. “I think you wanted to lose control, im not even sure you know what your limit is” he said, their bodies just inches from each other as he stood next to the bed, Lewis still holding up her wet panties and accusing her of wetting herself intentionally. A fact they both new was true, but that wasn’t the point of this little game. Her heart seemed to almost catch in her throat with that last accusation, Mira becoming worried that if he kept this up she was going to faint. She could feel her nipples becoming impossibly hard as they pressed against the soft fabric that was barely covering her slim body. Reaching down he lightly brushed one with his thumb, the simple movement causing her to moan in elicit pleasure. “What should we do, if you don’t think I was at my limit, should I be punished” She said suggestively, slowly opening her legs for him. Her whole crotch throbbing and almost demanding they end this foreplay with an animalistic desire. “I was thinking, maybe we should find it”, he said uncharacteristically. “Wait, so you want to push me to my limit.” She asked standing up, his suggestion breaking through the false pretences and hitting a note she just couldn’t ignore, was he really saying what she thought he was? “If it would make you happy” He said sweetly. “You have no idea how much it would”, she said eyeing him hungrily. Taking a few steps around him she gently pushed him back onto the bed, holding onto his tie as he laid back. Climbing on top she began straddling him, pressing her body into him as she bent over to kiss him passionately. “So you want me to control your bladder?” He asked, suggestively. “Yes” she breathed, continuing to kiss him repeatedly. “You want me to make you hold it, to make your bladder throb inside you” he added, using the gaps between the onslaught of hungry kisses to drive her even more rabid. Despite being under her, he was taking full control, saying just the right things and watching her physically respond to them. “Yes” She said breathlessly again, a shiver running up her spine and causing her to gasp quietly as she kissed his neck over and over. “To ignore your desperate plea’s to use a bathroom” He continued. “Fuck” groaned Mira as she felt her clit starting to throb where it made contact with him, Lewis verbally teasing her again and making her pulse race as she gave into the hunger. “To push you until you can hold it no more, and even then to deny you the relief you so desperately need until I say so.” He continued. “Oh god yes” she said hoarsely, starting to grind against him as she sat upright, overcome by her primitive needs and the fire burning inside her body. A fire that had been growing for more than 3 weeks and that he was furiously stoking with his wordplay. “Im going to force you to hold it, for hours, for days, maybe im going to make you hold it forever as your bladder swells. Would you like that” “Yes, Yes, Yes!” she almost screamed, her head falling back as she started to gyrate faster and faster against his clothed body. Waves of pleasure racing up and down her body as her skin started to burn, sweat and Goosebumps forming all over her sensitive body that longed to be touched. “I want to make you so desperate that you have no choice but to piss yourself, to loose all control of you body and watch as you bladder uncontrollably empties itself all over your….” He was interrupted by a guttural moan from Mira. His demanding and suggestive voice too much for her as her thighs tensed, a wave of pure heat and pleasure racing around her body. Bucking wildly her head went light, black edges forming in her vision as for a moment he teased her about her ultimate fantasy. Even just the suggestion at how far he would go was destroying her mind and without him touching her she had cum hard, a damp spot forming on her lilac panties from her breath-taking orgasm. Mira’s body continued to shake in pleasure for what felt like an age, her back rigidly arched and eyes fluttering in the back of her head. The waves of pleasure rolling over and over her body which now trembled on top of Lewis before falling limply to the side. Her sweaty face smiling in ecstasy, she had been planning something far more elaborate and lengthier than what had just happened. The last three weeks and his teasing ensuring it only took her minutes if that, to reach a sweaty climax. “Holy shit that was good” she panted, her chest heaving as she returned to earth. “Imagine what it will feel like with a full bladder” He said, kissing her attentively on her neck and causing her to groan and twitch as if she had just had another miniature orgasm. He loved how easy it was to manipulate her sexually, pressing all the right buttons until she exploded. This wasn’t quite how he had planned to do it today, but he couldn’t argue with the results. Giving her a final kiss on the cheek he stood, going to shower while Mira recovered from her high. Hearing the water turn off a little while later Mira waited, doing her best to be patient despite the burning questions she still had for him. Watching Lewis walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel she bit her tongue, not wanting to seem to eager. “What is it?” Lewis asked, her longing stare clearly giving the game away. “Did…did you mean what you said earlier?” “Which bit?” “About me holding?” Mira asked, her cheeks flushing as the words fell out of her mouth. “I guess, I mean I know you are really into that and if its something you really want to do, I don’t see why I would ever stop you?” “No I mean…you, being the one to control me. I know you don’t really like that stuff because you worry for me, but I’ve been doing it since I was a teenager and I know how to do it safely.” “You really want this?” He asked, looking into her deep hazel eyes. “I do” Mira said softly, her heart pounding once again in her chest. “Well I guess in that case how can I say no. When did you…” “What about tomorrow?” Mira asked, the response blurted about even before it had registered in her brain. She had always dreamt of this moment and now it was here, she could barely think about anything else. “I…, sure.” He said laughing at her eagerness, it was like she had gone back to being a teenager and was discovering sex again. The look in her eyes an almost pure form of adult happiness as he accepted this part of her life a little more. Waking up the next morning the smell of bacon drifted through the house. Rolling over onto Lewis’s now empty side of the bed she smiled into the pillows as she led face down. Sliding off the bed and putting on a thin pink negligee she slowly walked down the stairs and into the large kitchen of their house. Lewis was noisily frying some bacon and eggs in the pan, the table covered in his laptop and papers. He had always been an early bird, but it kind of went with the job description. Walking up behind him she slid her arms around his slender waist, putting her head on his shoulder. “Morning” he said cheerily. “Its almost done if you want to get some plates out?” “Sure” Mira said, going over and helping prepare their large breakfast. Soon the table was set, both of them sitting their and eating as an almost awkward silence fell on them as she did her best to think of something other than “it” to talk about. Her mouth opening a couple of times with thoughts that quickly disappeared. “Go on just say it.” Lewis laughed again. “How are we going to, I mean what are we going to, do you have, Should I…” “Wow, I haven’t seen you this flustered, ever” he replied, putting the final piece of bacon into his smiling mouth. “Sorry, you just have no idea how much I have wanted this.” “I think im starting too” Lewis said, standing and walking over to where she had moved his papers. “So I had a think about it this morning, well more or less since last night and I came up with some ideas. But I want you to feel free to say no to any of these, I want you to enjoy today as much as you can.” He said, sitting back down now holding the paper. “Ok” Mira said, the butterflies in her stomach returning as she fidgeted from excitement in her chair. “So first off I wanted to have a safe word, because I don’t want to hurt you or… “That’s sweet, but trust me I want you to push me. I want you to torture me and my bladder!” Mira said, her voice taking on a deep and needy tone. “Well ok, but I know you are going to be begging me to pee” he said emphasising the last part and enjoying the slight whimper he got from Mira, “and I want to know you can actually make me stop, even if you don’t plan on using it I would feel more comfortable if we did have one.” Lewis was always a little reluctant with things like this, even in their foray into light bondage he was always worrying about her, which was sweet but a little mood killing in the middle of sex for him to check up on how she was doing. But, if it meant he would feel better about it and would stop him breaking the roleplay, she was all for it. “Sure, if it would make you more comfortable.” “What should it be, our usual?” "Sure, easy to remember" She said trying to remain calm as things started to escalate. “Ok… thank you by the way” he said earnestly, the safe word setting his mind at ease about going too far. “Also before we get too far into it, here you go. I would like you sign this.” “What is it?” She asked, bemused by the piece of paper he was handing to her. “It’s a contract, stating that as of this moment you sign away your bladder control to me as a sole proprietor of your bathroom habits for the next 24 hours.” “Ohh” Mira moaned softly as her legs bowed inwards slightly, she had never been more turned on by a piece of paper than she was right now. Her legs pressing together under the table she weakly picked up the pen and gleefully signed it. Her eyes locking with Lewis’s as he smiled at how much she was enjoying this, he could see the Goosebumps forming all over her body any time he spoke about it. “So…what did you have planned for the day?” Mira asked excitedly, laying the pen down after scrawling her name on it. The formality was all part of the show, but she couldn’t deny that despite his reluctance Lewis sure knew how to make this so much hotter than a simple hold for her. “So I thought that since we have not seen each other for a few weeks it would be nice to go and do something together. I got us some tickets to the Zoo, its been a while since we went and they have that new sea life exhibit. Might be fun to take you there, im sure there is plenty of water for you to stare at longingly.” Wow he was really getting into this, Mira thought to herself while loving every moment. “But I also had another idea, a little game I think we should play while im in control of your bladder.” “What sort of game?” She asked, biting her lower lip. “I think anytime we hear the word water, you should have to drink and anytime we overhear anyone talk about buying a drink, we have to buy a drink for you. Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated out there would we?” “No we would not” She said swallowing with some difficulty. “But first, our morning run.” He said starting to clear up the table now breakfast had been eaten. “Why don’t you go and get changed and I will finish up here.” “Sure” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek and almost sprinting up the stairs, excited for the day to begin as soon as possible. Getting changed she put on some tight navy leggings and a small pink sports crop top. Running back down the stairs she arrived to see Lewis standing by the table, a number of things next to him as he finished arranging things. Walking in he seemed to look her over, smiling at what he saw in front of him. “Drink these” He said, handing her two large glasses of water. The cold heavy cups ones that were usually stored in the back of the cupboard because they were usually to big for them to use regularly. Mira’s knees weakened for a moment, today was going just as she had wished for. “But….If I drink these I don’t know if I will be able to make our usual route.” She said, feigning some concern. “Are you refusing to drink already?” Lewis said sternly, his current tone usually the one he reserved for their nights of bondage. “I just…” “I think you should be punished for that, considering its so early in the day. We wouldn’t want you getting any ideas later would we.” He said, a faint pause in his playfully dominant behaviour as he almost seemed to wait and see if he had gone to far. But judging by the deep exhale of air and the twitch from her eyes he had nothing to worry about. This was exactly what she was wanting. “What kind of punishment?” she asked breathlessly. Thinking for a moment, he came up with an idea he was sure she would enjoy and hate at the same time. “Have you taken your morning pee yet?” He asked “No….” She said biting her lip and tilting her head at him, was he going to make her hold it all day with her having no relief since yesterday evening. “Why don’t you finish up drinking those and I’ll show you your punishment.” He said, a sly grin on his face as he watched Mira’s eyes flutter slightly as he took control of her again. Needing no more excuses Mira began gulping down the water, ignoring the complaints from her bloating stomach as she downed it. The ice cold water giving her brain freeze, but she fought through it. A few minutes later both large glasses were drained, their contents now inside her stomach and soon to be bloated bladder. The heavy weight of the water pushing on something inside her that she knew from experience in a few hours would be driving her insane. “Follow me” Lewis said almost as soon as she had set the second empty glass down. He had been watching her closely as she drank down the water, now leading her upstairs she wondered what he had planned. Walking into their large bathroom he stopped and turned around to her “I think you should take your morning pee” Was his punishment going to be she had to pee with him watching, fine by her, although she had hoped he would be making her hold it more than this. Walking towards the toilet she put a hand on the waistband of her leggings. “Wait….how about you do it there, and I think you should leave the leggings on.” Lewis said pointing towards the large walk in shower. “You…you want me to wet myself in front of you?” She said, swallowing the lump in her throat that had formed again at the suggestion. “I think after your questioning of me despite signing the form requires some sort of punishment, the toilet is just too good for you right now.” Another shiver ran up Mira’s spine, her fiancé really pushing every single button that she had. Blushing deeply she stepped into the shower, Lewis watching intently as she tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest. It was strange, despite wanting Lewis to be involved like this since they had met she just couldn’t look him in the eyes. Standing with her legs apart, her cheeks already burning from something that wasn’t quite embarrassment she let her body relax. The nights worth of pee quickly leaving her bladder and hissing through the skin tight material, streams rolling down her long slender legs and splattering onto the white tub below her. Mira’s leggings darkening inconsistently as the sweat wicking material was overwhelmed by the deluge of liquid currently running over them and forming a yellow tinged puddle under her. Closing her eyes she relished the warm feeling erupting between her legs, the tingling sensation radiating throughout her body as she felt like she was almost floating for a moment. Her hand moving to her crotch and beginning to press as the steam continued to flow out of her and down the insides of both her legs. In her own little world she didn’t notice Lewis get close to her, only opening her eyes when a second hand joined hers between her wet legs. Opening her eyes she could see him now standing close to her, his left hand pressing into her crotch as she peed, the warm liquid gushing out of her and over his hand. Slowly Lewis began to move it in small circular motions causing her to whimper, the tingles she was feeling turning into burning pleasure. Faster and faster he started to rub her through her wet leggings, the squelching noise echoing through the bathroom as Mira began to groan loudly as an orgasm fast approached. “Oh yes, yes yes….” She moaned, her posture changing as her legs stiffened almost pushing her onto her tip toes in pleasure. But as quickly as his hand had appeared between her legs it disappeared, leaving her panting and coming down from the edge of ecstasy. “Ohhhh” She whimpered in frustration, “Please”. “Maybe later, for now you are not allowed to cum until I tell you that you can.” He said, rinsing his hand in the sink, her urine having coated it. “But….” Mira pleaded, the erotic show of being made to wet herself for him only making the burning between her legs more fierce. “Nope, its all in the contract you so hastily signed.” “What?” Mira said, she hadn’t even bothered to read it. “What else is in there?” she asked hastily regretting signing it. “Maybe you will find out later” Lewis said suggestively raising an eyebrow. “Come on” He said beckoning her out of the bathroom. “I’ll just go change quickly” She said, heading towards their room as he went towards the landing. “Why would you be doing that, you’re already in your running clothes” He said, an unexpected mischievous glint in his eye. “I…you want me to go out like this?” Mira asked, looking down at her darkened leggings and yellowed socks. “Are those your running clothes or not?" “But i….” Mira started, she had always wanted to try going out in public and wetting herself but her nerves had meant her fetish was completely house bound. Now Lewis was pushing her to new extremes and to try things that she had never been able to get the courage to do before. “You didn’t think you would be getting off that lightly, besides I think you enjoyed pissing yourself far too much for it to truly be a punishment.” Now Mira’s heart was pounding, today was going in directions she could never have imagined, how was he this good at this already. For Lewis it had been a bit of a gamble, Mira had told him about her fetish a number of times and the things she wanted to do one day. Although, he had been unsure of how comfortable she would be, would she actually go through with this or was it just a dream she had with no intention of carrying it out. Part of him wanted to break “character” and ask, but she always complained when he did that to check she was doing ok in their other playing. It was another reason he was glad they had a safe word, it allowed him to be the cruel master he knew she wanted without worrying about her too much. Stepping out of the front door in her wet leggings she felt the brisk morning air quickly cool the saturated material that clung to her even more. Looking around nervously Mira could feel her heartbeat pounding away in her head as she started running down their road covered in her own pee. Thankfully it was somewhat difficult to tell exactly what had happened, the material inconsistently dark, with some patches clearly soaking up more of her “accident” than others. But that didn’t stop her blushing madly as the pair of them made their way past one of their neighbours out walking their dog. As they continued their run she could feel the clingy material rubbing against her, in particular in her crotch. The events of the morning and the fact she was out in clothes she had wet herself only making the sensation far stronger than it should have been. Each stride causing ripples of pleasure to work their way through her body as her feet landed heavily on the pavement. Focusing on the feeling she wanted more of it, unconsciously quickening her pace as she felt the rubbing increase likewise. “Hold up there speedy, whats the rush.” Came a remark from next to her, snapping Mira out of her world and making her realise what she had been doing. A sweaty and slightly out of breath Lewis running up beside her. Could running really giver her an orgasm? It had sure felt like if he hadn’t stopped her it might have. “Sorry” She said smiling and looking up. They were almost at the halfway mark, she had been running for far longer than she had realised. To busy focusing on the rubbing between her legs to notice how long far they had gone. Looking down at her legs briefly she was relieved to see that most of the pee stains had evaporated, only a few dark areas remained on the insides of her legs. “Remember to keep hydrated” Lews said, handing her a water bottle which she gratefully took, downing most of it one go. “It’s a bit chilly today isn’t it. Why don’t we stop by and grab a coffee in town?” He asked as she handed back the almost empty bottle. “Sure” Mira said, all too aware that it wasn’t that chilly but happy for him to keep taking the initiative and making her drink more. The mornings water already starting to sit heavily inside her bladder. As she ran her anticipation of what would happen was only growing as her bladder filled. Walking into town Mira was suddenly conscious of her leggings again, it had been just under an hour since she had drenched them and the evidence had long dried. But in the busy morning she couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, despite the fact that only her and Lewis knew what she had done in her clothes. The dozens of people walking past without looking completely unaware, none of them knew she had wet herself in these leggings she was casually still wearing. Walking into the starbucks they joined the que, the large store filled with people chatting at tables and enjoying their morning coffee. Now out of the wind Mira was starting to worry, did she smell of her own piss? The evidence might have dried but her clothes were still soiled, would someone be able to tell, would someone figure out she had wet herself this morning. “How is your bladder doing?” Lewis whispered to her as they stood in the line, people stood closely In front and behind them. “I bet you would love to wet yourself in line, such a public place too.” “Shhhhh” she hissed at Lewis as he was being uncharacteristically forward. “Maybe I should make you wet yourself, after all im in control right.” He continued. “Don’t…” Mira pleaded, not so much about making her wet herself but the erotic teasing her was inflicting on her as they stood in such a public space. Her head was trying to focus on anything but the words he was tantalisingly whispering into her ear. “Is that what you want, to piss yourself surrounded by so many people.” He continued, leaning right in next to her ear. The hushed conversation clearly working up his girlfriend as her thighs started to brush against each other again, subtly squirming where they stood in line. “Uh hi can I get a Tall black coffee and a Trenta Americano with an extra shot please” Lewis said calmly to the cashier, continuing as if he hadn’t just been talking to her sexually. A couple of minutes later they left the shop, Lewis with his normal sized drink and her with a massive cup. She never usually ordered on this big, but today she wasn’t going to complain. “I want to see that gone by the time we reach home” He said taking a sip of his own. “What, but this thing is massive” Mira said, the cup heavy enough with coffee that she had to hold it with both hands. “Are you saying you won’t do something again?” “No but, we are only 15 minutes away. I just cant drink that much by then.” “Well, I suppose you had just better get started. Wouldn’t want to be punished again before we go to the zoo would you?” Mira answering the question by taking a deep drink of the hot coffee. Between the town and their house the coffee cup barely seemed to leave her mouth as Mira forced herself to keep drinking. The two large glasses of water, the bottle Lewis had given her only a short time ago now being joined by almost a litre of Coffee as the warm liquid began to sit uncomfortably insider her stomach. Pooling inside her distended abdomen Mira could feel her skin stretching, pulled taught over her body which continued to swell and press firmly into her restrictive clothes. The faint need to pee turning into a surprisingly urgent one as she fumbled with her key in the lock. “Wait” Lewis said, turning around to look at him he had that look in his eyes again. “What?” She asked, both nervous and excited to see where this would go. Her legs gently crossing as she stood there, looking at him expectantly. “Let me see the cup, is it empty?” He asked. Handing it over she watched as he took the lid off, upturning it and a few final drops falling out. “Ooh, what was that Mira, im not sure it was empty after all.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “It was just a few drops, she playfully pleaded.” “Just a few drops?” “Yes, I didn’t mean to leave them. I’d have drunk them if I could have.” “Well, that just sounds like another excuse to me.” He said, turning to look away from her and his hand gently brushing his chin as she thought. “Just a few drops” He repeated, before smiling as his attention was caught by his beautiful partner starting to squirm. The cold and her filling bladder beginning to get the better of her as she stood on the front porch of their house. The mental expectation of being able to run in and pee playing havoc with her emotions now she had been temporarily delayed. Beckoning her over with his finger she looked genuinely apprehensive about what was going to happen. “Stand there” He commanded softly, Mira’s knees going slightly weak but obeying him she moved to the spot where he had pointed. A corner of their front doors little alcove, a short knee high wall surrounding it that overlooked the busy street. Cars and people crossing a short distance away from her, within 100m with any of them being able to watch her squirm. She knew that it was what he wanted, to force her to stand in full view and try not to squirm as her bladder filled. How long would he make her stand here she wondered as she felt her heart rate accelerating in her chest. “Now pee” he whispered to her, leaning in close so only she could hear him. “What!?” She asked, surprised by his bold nature in the moment. He had always been the nervous one, the one to back away from any public displays and yet here he was fully immersed in the role of her bladders master. “I said pee…but just a little, a few drops if you will.” He smiled as he sent her own words back at her. “What if I cant stop?” Mira asked, her need having increased dramatically since standing on the spot even though it had only been a few moments. “Then I guess I will have to keep punishing you.” Whimpering loudly Mira closed her eyes, her face blushing madly and her whole body heating up for a moment despite the cold temperatures outside. Her breath catching her in her throat as she tensed her things, gently digging her nails into her tight clothes and her muscles underneath. Opening her legs slightly she did her best to ignore the sights and sounds of the dozens of people whizzing by in their cars. The joggers and cyclists passing much slower, but each and everyone one of them able to see her. The wall a good foot too short to cover her crotch, if she lost control now anyone could see her. Seconds had passed, but it felt like an eternity to Mira, standing there as she tried to relax just a little. With her feet shoulders width apart she could almost feel her muscles moving inside her as she tried to coax them into relaxing, she had never had this problem in private. In fact she was somewhat of an expert in private, but now in the open and with so many onlookers she had frozen. Yet she couldn’t help but love the feeling of it, despite the rush to let go the feeling or anticipation of what she was trying to do continued to leave her short of breath and red faced. Finally after what had to be almost a minute she felt it, a little warm spurt between her legs. It was only small but she had done it, she had broken the seal and soon another spurt, and another until a quiet hiss was audible above the traffic. The crotch of her leggings glistening once again as her piss ran down her legs. Looking down she swallowed hard as she watched the clear liquid fall between her legs, splattering noisily on the grey tiles beneath her and turning them almost black. Looking up she was all to conscious of the fact that anyone and everyone in their cars could be watching her now, people she knew, complete strangers, anyone! “Alright, that’s enough I think.” Lewis said, breaking her out of her erotic trance as she revelled in the feeling of wetting herself in sight of dozens of people. Grunting she doubled over and thrust a hand between her legs as she knotted them together. It might not have been the most uncommon feeling to let go, but stopping was not something she had tried before. Although there was something to be said for the rush of adrenaline that accompanied the panic and desperation to stop. A strange new burning sensation in her crotch coupled with a new cramping inside her bladder that she couldn’t tell if it was pure agony or pleasure. “Ok, ok, ok I think I’ve stopped.” She said, removing her wet hand from between her legs as a few last drops rolled down her toned legs, the tight material once again clinging to her in that tantalising way. Opening the door Lewis ushered her inside, her shoes feeling a little soggy and in need of a clean despite his earlier reservations about ruining them. Taking them off at the bottom of the stairs she followed him up, taking uneasy steps as her still full bladder demanded she continue what she had been doing. Her lips gently quivering as she separated her legs for each movement until finally she reached the top. Looking up she was surprised to see him waiting for her outside the bathroom. “I think you deserve something.” He said disappearing inside the bathroom and making her heart jump slightly. Leaning in she could see him standing next to the toilet which he lowered the seat for and nodded towards it. “Oh, thank god I was about to burst” She said breathlessly, rushing over and fumbling with her wet clothes that she pushed down. Sighing loudly she sagged on the toilet as her bladder relaxed fully, her muscles still slightly tingling as the clear liquid drained out of her. “Ok well, enjoy it while you can.” Lewis joked as he waltzed out of the room but leaving the door open. After having a warm shower together in which she had been repeatedly told off by her Fiancé for touching herself slightly, she stood stark naked in their bedroom waiting to see the outfit he had picked out for their trip to the zoo. She didn’t think it was a part of the contract, but she was all to happy to let him take over this part of her life too. After a few moments she was relieved to see him walk out with a simple pair of light denim jeans and a black top for her to wear. “Will these do?” he seemed to ask genuinely unsure. “They are perfect” Mira smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and starting to get dressed. Buttoning up the jeans she could already feel the rest of her drinks still making their way into her currently relaxed bladder. Thinking about it she doubted the coffee had even started coming through when she had peed on her doorstep. But then again, she could probably have held on longer if she had been asked, but still she wondered if she should say something. But looking at the smile on Lewis's face as he walked back in holding his bag, they were clearly both enjoying this. Smiling back she put the sensation to the back of her mind and followed him to the car for their hours journey to the zoo. Arriving at the zoo a little before lunchtime they found a parking pace a little away from the main area. The dreary weekend weather bringing more visitors into the city zoo and filling the car parks. “Ok so you remember the rules right?” Lewis asked “Yes dear, if we hear the word water I have to drink and if we hear someone else order a drink I get a drink too.” She repeated the game as she leaned in and clung to his arm. Walking together they gently swayed and despite the darkening skies the pair of lovers seemed in incredibly high spirits. “Can I see your tickets please?” the attendant asked “Sure thing” Lewis said handing over the printed passes he had bought this morning. “Hey, can we get a drink?” A young teenager in the gift shop next to them asked their parents. Looking up Mira made eye contact with Lewis as they shared a smile, looked like things were starting already. Rolling her eyes she wandered over to the small fridge and pulled out herself a large bottle of water and placed it on the counter as the woman serving them put the map and timetable on it. “Ok you are good to go, the penguin feeding up at the water park sea life exhibit is in about half an hour.” “Sure thing, thank you very much” Lewis replied, taking note of her wording. “Im going to regret this aren’t I?” Mira half joked as she opened the bottle and began to drink. Her mind instantly drifting back to the fact she hadn’t peed since her coffee. The dull ache in her abdomen filling her with equal amounts of excitement and nervousness. Never before had she been somewhere so public and knowing she was soon going to be desperate to relieve herself. Closing her eyes for a moment she focused on her bladder, feeling the cold water flowing down her throat and disappearing into her stomach. Opening them she found her fiancé smirking at her again, his tell-tale eyebrow raised in her direction as if he could tell exactly what she was doing. “Doesn’t seem like you are regretting anything.” he replied cheekily “Not yet” She shot back as they moved into the zoo, slowly wandering between the exotic animals. Hugging Lewis she was really enjoying their date even without the added fun they were having. It had been almost a month since they had done anything like this and she was enjoying just having him back to herself. For the next 15 minutes it seemed their little game had been forgotten, the pair just enjoying each other’s company. But as they rounded the red panda exhibit, one of her favourite animals a shout came from beside it. A middle aged woman standing near a coffee stand was yelling over to her husband and children sat a little ways a way. “Do you want a drink?” She yelled loudly, over the other peoples conversations with no apparent regard for them or the animals nearby,. “Yeah?” She shouted again, her tired looking husband simply nodding. “Coffee?” Her shout once again answered by a nod as she joined the que of people, some looking at her and clearly annoyed. “So I guess that’s another drink.” Mira said looking playfully unhappy. “You know the rules” Lewis smiled back, the pair taking their place in line. “What should I do with this one?” She added, holding up the half full bottle of water. “Well I think you should drink it and maybe if you are good I will show you the surprise I got you a little later?” Lewis said to her a little too loudly. His confidence disappearing for a moment as he blushed, realising what he had said. But thankfully it seemed as he looked around a little sheepishly no one had heard or more likely cared what he had just said. “Is it a…sexy surprise” Mira whispered as she leaned closer to him, capitalising on his awkwardness and hoping to get a hint. “I mean not really…its kind of cute….and they have polka-dots” What on earth was he talking about, Mira couldn’t help but look confused which only seemed to make him laugh. “You’ll see” he replied as they went up to order her next drink that she was relieved to see was just a regular coffee. Stepping away from the counter she downed the rest of the water, making sure to look at Lewis as she did. Slotting the now empty bottle in the recycling bin she took her warm coffee from him and they continued their walk. Reaching the Gorilla enclosure, the pair of them stood staring at the impressive creatures. Two of the young ones sat grooming each other’s fur and ignoring the visitors as a large male stood over them. Still holding her coffee, a light spasm caused her to cross her legs. The tight jeans restricting her bladder a little now that she was beginning to fill up. The tight button imprinting on her skin as her desperation started to mount. The familiar and welcome sensation combining with the hot coffee to make her feel warm and cosy despite the cold temperature. “Hey, the penguin feeding is about to start, should we make a move?” Lewis suggested. “You just want me to be surrounded by rushing water?” “I think you mean, you just want to be surrounded by rushing water.” He shot back, and was completely right. Given how surprisingly good at this she had slightly forgotten this was all for her benefit. “I do hope you have plenty of room left in there” He added, giving her stomach a gentle pinch. “I cant imagine how many times the word water might come up.” “Oh god, your right. But I am half done with this coffee, should we buy a drink on the way over.” She suggested. “Wait you want to drink even if you don’t have one because of the game?” He asked. He had assumed she would take the loophole of not having to drink if they didnt have any. “Well, I just….” She started, wondering if she was over committing to it only to be interrupted. “I mean now you have said it…” He interrupted and opened his bag, revealing half a dozen small water bottles. Sighing she feigned being indifferent but just seeing the litres of water jostle around in the backpack made her mouth dry. She couldn’t wait until it was all inside her, the little voice of doubt once again being dismissed by her drive to do this. Sipping from her coffee the pair linked their free arms and started walking back towards the sea-life area. Walking through the metal gate that separated it from the rest of the zoo the impact was almost immediate. Mira was suddenly surrounded by water, running water, babbling water pumps and splashing animals in their pools. Shivering involuntarily, she felt her bladder start to pulse inside her. The filling organ reacting to the cacophony of wet sounds around her. “You ok?” Lewis seemed to genuinely ask beside her, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. “Oh yes…” Mira grinned back, her demeanour instantly washing away any worry from his face. She truly did enjoy this he thought to himself. Although for how much longer… “Why does the water smell so bad” a young girl asked next to them. “Hey look at that one in the water.” A parent said pointing out a seal flapping water at another one. Tipping the coffee back she took a couple of deep swigs as they continued to the penguin exhibit. The pair of them exchanging knowing looks of where this was going. “Hello and welcome to our Penguin exhibit, these cute little fellows next to the water are our rock hopper penguins.” “Well there goes the coffee” Mira commented, turning the cup upside down for emphasis and holding out a hand for one of Lewis water bottles. Looking at him he seemed to pause for a moment checking if she was serious before handing her a fresh bottle of water. “So these penguins spend almost half of their life in the water, they eat in the water and socialise in the water. In the wild it would also be how they hunt, using their oily feathers to cut through the water easily.” “Look, they are playing in the water.” The mum next to them said as the talk continued. “But entering the water is actually a risk in the wild since that is also where their natural predators are…” “Oh god….” Mira groaned as the audience and person giving the talk continued to repeat the word over and over again. Gripping the new bottle in her hand she took a deep swig, doing her best to keep up with the number of times someone was talking about water but it quickly blurred into one. “Rocky is our oldest penguin here at the zoo, he is the one just entering the water there on your left…” Over the next 40 minutes Mira had lost track of the amount of times Water was said, the bottles of water barely leaving her lips as she just about fit in breaths between the constant drinking. By 10 minutes in, the first bottle had been emptied and she had reluctantly asked Lewis for another. By half an hour in that too was drained, its contents flowing into her already bloated bladder. The pressure inside her body increasing rapidly and forcing her to cross her legs tightly as she stood there trying to pay attention and enjoy the talk. But that was easier said than done as each minute that passed was making her already tight jeans begin to feel as if they were constricting in, tightening around her sensitive bladder. By the talk had ended the third bottle was half empty and she felt 10lb heavier. A great weight of water sitting uncomfortably in both her bladder and stomach. “How are you doing?” Lewis asked as the crowd started to disperse “Oh god, I’m so full right now.” Mira replied, Her voice breaking and a little higher than normal as she rubbed her stomach with a hand. “I think that was the point” Lewis grinned, leaning over and kissing her on the lips. His hand going down her bladder and rubbing it caringly, causing her to almost purr in delight. “Hey love, shall we get a drink?” Another young couple asked next to them. The announcement making Mira exhale through their locked lips. “Well, I guess that’s another one.” Lewis announced happily. “Please you cant be serious, I'm so full already" Mira protested for the first time. A sure sign to him that she was going to have a limit at some point. Although she still had their safe word that he was sure she would use If he was too strict. But even so he couldn’t help but agree, she had drunk a lot. “Fine, how about you finish that bottle and then we can get you a drink a little later.” “But I cant drink any more” Mira pouted again, holding his hand. “Sounds like someone wants two drinks, not one.” He replied, causing her to smile wickedly before downing the other half of the bottle. She was enjoying this after all. “Anyway, remember that surprise, maybe it’ll help take your mind off of things.” Lewis said. Finishing the bottle and smacking her lips Mira locked arms with him as he lead her off towards the inside of the water area. The sounds of running water getting louder again and now almost am hour later their impacts were almost unbearable compared to last time. As she walked she couldn’t help but squeeze her legs tightly together, taking slightly shorter steps as the rippling water exhibits almost seemed to be trying to coax out her long held pee. A strong pulse reverberated around her bladder, the first sign that she was reaching her limit after all. A sign that she would usually take as an indication to ordinarily find a bathroom and soon. But today was no ordinary day, and she wasn’t the one in charge of her toilet habits. But it shouldn’t be a problem, she had drunk more than this and held before. By her reckoning she had at least a couple more hours to enjoy this. But even as she took another step and second pulse followed the first she began to worry, it didn’t usually happen this quickly. “And here we are!” Lewis announced proudly as indicated to a small water tank. “I…what?” Mira asked slightly confused by what he was saying. “Take a look” “The Polka-dot Cusk-eel, I mean it is kind of cute.” She replied, was this his big surprise. “Read the plaque” “Adopted for Mira, by Lewis.” “Awww, you adopted me a little eel?” Mira said still a little confused but trying to be nice. Clearly it hadn’t worked as Lewis burst out laughing. “Look at its Latin name” he chuckled, walking up to be beside her. Bending over she paused again as she felt her bladder crushed up against he tight waistband. “Otophi…Otophidium, omostigma” She read, smiling broadly as she understood what he had done. “I thought you would like it.” He smiled, putting his hands around her and leaning in for a kiss. “Its perfect” She replied, letting out a brief hiss of air as their bodies collided. “Wow, your hard as a rock down there.” He said, her protruding bladder pressing against his flat stomach and causing his fiancé to fidget where she stood. “But I think you still owe me another drink.” “Please” Mira begged, she really was full and beginning to worry about just how much of the mornings coffee and water had still been in her when they had set off. “Please get you another drink, sure my love” He said, knowing full well what she meant. But rolling her eyes and grabbing onto his arm she let herself be lead out of the water torture cave and towards another drink. Thankfully it seemed the coffee shop at this end was closed and she had bought herself a little time. Even distracting Lewis by pointing out a number of the exhibits, each time standing with her legs tightly crossed as they gazed through the large windows at the exotic animals the other side. Her partner genuinely interested by them and reading all the signs. She would have been similarly interested on any other day, but as they walked around she could feel her muscles starting to burn. A deep cramping sensation starting to radiate out from her bladder that was still growing. “Hey look, a coffee stand” Lewis said as her routing finally failed to miss the next one 10 minutes later. “I’m actually going to grab something to drink, do you…” he paused for a moment as he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. “I’ll get you one as well.” He finished up before joining the que, Mira letting out a quiet groan as her bladder pulsed again. Watching as he made his way through the thin line Mira couldn’t help but cross her legs tightly, fidgeting slightly where she stood and blushing as a young girl seemed to give her an inquisitive look. Was she being that obvious… “I got you a tea” Lewis said a couple of minutes later as he handed her another beverage. The warm steam rising from the cup that she would have been thankful for if she wasn’t starting to sweat from the heat of her own bodies desperation that seemed to be increasing faster and faster. “Do you mind if we sit.” Mira said, a little to enthusiastically. Bending one leg in front of the other and quickly squeezing her thighs together as the pulse turned into more of a muscles spasm that was a sure sign she was getting close to the danger zone. Her bulging bladder ever filling with drink after drink from her fiancé and fulfilling her wildest dreams, but also worrying her slightly. What would she do if she couldn’t hold it, where was the nearest bathroom should she need it? No she could hold it! She was out in public, there was no other option, she wasn’t actually going to wet herself. But even as she thought it, her mind was flooded with images of herself loosing control, everyone staring at her as her bladder exploded. Dark wet patches streaking down both legs, her face burning bright red as all the drinks Lewis had been forcing her to drink rushing out of her. “Uhh…Mira? I thought you wanted to sit down?” Lewis asked, breaking the light headed illusion that was playing out in her mind. “Ah hem. Sorry”, she cleared her throat and joined Lewis on the cold metal bench. Exhaling as she sat, her jeans pressing more into her bloated bladder. “How are you doing?” He asked genuinely. “Good” she lied, smiling at him sweetly and apparently convincing him that was the truth. Now sitting she placed a hand on her inflated bladder, the rock-hard organ larger than she could ever remember. Closing her eyes she focused on the pulses and static racing along her nerves, little explosions of pain and pleasure erupting in her body from its precarious position. Another longer quivering pulse racked her body, spirals of pain shooting down from her bladder. Was this the most she had ever held, was it Lewis or being out in public that had helped her? Another strong pulse raced through her, forcing her hand to go from her bladder to between her legs, giving her crotch a gentle squeeze. How much was she holding she wondered, trying to recollect in her mind and unintentionally tensing her thighs more and more as her brain totalled it up. Including what she had drunk before her pee it must have been the extra-large coffee, a regular coffee, a large bottle of water, three small bottles of water and now a tea. That had to be more than 3 and a half litres in the past four hours! Not to mention she had already been extremely hydrated after the morning’s activities. No wonder she was busting she thought to herself as her legs started to move up and down as she sat there. Opening her eyes she was suddenly reminded of where she was, two dozen or more people walking past her, what was she doing! Instantly her heart started to race, oh god she was so desperate. Why had this hit her all at once, she had been fine a couple of minutes ago or had she just been in denial. Maybe sitting was a bad idea, crossing her legs tighter she wedged one hand between them and tried not to fidget too much. “Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink” a group kids started shouting as they raced past, apparently excited about the prospect of a sugary snack. “We will count that as one” Lewis said, smirking slightly as he leaned towards her to giver her a kiss. Pausing for a moment it was clear he had seen that something was off with her, not that she would have given him any points for guessing what. “I…I cant drink any more” She stuttered, another pulse from her bladder reaffirming that point. “I…are you sure. Or are you just trying to get out of it?” “You have made me drink so much, im full.” She half seriously pleaded and saw his playful mood shift slightly. “Ok, but you will owe me something in return. A favour for a favour” he said, trying to spark life back into the game he had been hoping Mira was enjoying. She hadn’t really said anything yet, but it sure didn’t look like she was enjoying this to him…but then she never did during her holds. “Sure thing” Mira smiled, actually happy he gave up the concession without totally breaking character. After all she was still hoping there was more to today than just this, not that she wasn’t enjoying it. Thinking for a moment Lewis could tell she was genuinely struggling now. Her bloated bladder causing her some immense discomfort and he hated seeing her like this. But, at the same time he knew this was what she wanted and it was after all the point of today. She also had a safe word to use if she really meant what she was saying, he had seen her do many holds in the past although usually from another room while working. He was sure she knew her own limits, a fact that put his mind slightly at ease as he continued to playfully torture Mira. Checking his watch, it was only 2:37pm and less than 3 hours since she had peed last and she had only started drinking a lot in the last hour. She had peed before they left so that was just a regular coffee, a water bottle and 3 of the small ones he brought with him. There was no way the tea was making any impact on her so that was probably only a couple of litres at most, less than he had seen her chug back in the past. “How about a new game. If you can last” he checked his watch for a moment “22 more minutes, until 3pm I will let you use the toilet in the café.” “Oh god, thank you.” Mira exhaled forcefully. “But you have to sit there and not squirm the entire time.” “Lewis I don’t know…” She started, already aware of the deep heat forming inside her as the pee seemed to start boiling now it had been given an escape time. Her muscles similarly quivering slightly at the ultimatum, she knew she would need each and every tactic she had at her disposal to make it. “Fine, you can squirm…but for each person that notices you doing it you have to wait 5 more minutes.” Wow he was really good at this, Mira thought to herself, nodding in agreement. But now was not the time to think about it, now she had a goal she could achieve she refocused her mind. Over the next 10 minutes she manged to make some small talk, although Lewis was definitely leading the conversation. The pressure inside her increasing worryingly fast, her jeans tightening more and more with each minute that passed. At least at the start she had been confident, but as a powerful spasm hit her she couldn’t help but groan slightly. Bending over slightly more she pressed harder between her legs as she fought against her muscles that were desperately trying to release themselves. A faint sheen of sweat gathering on her forehead and looking at her tea she really needed both hands free or she would soon. Doing some mental calculations, she knew that whatever she drank would barely be having any impact on her by the time she was to be allowed to pee. At the rate she was nearing genuinely having an accident she would have to take the risk and give her the freedom of holding with both hands. Choking back the lump in her throat and fighting off her gag reflex she tipped the remaining tea from her cup into her mouth, throwing the cup into the recycling bin that was thankfully right next to her. Next to her Lewis was feeling a little relieved, he had been starting to worry for her. But looking on as she chugged the tea without even being asked to, he was happy to see that she must have been feeling a little better. Sitting must have been helping her after all, she was probably just a little tired. Oh shit…Mira thought to herself the warm liquid rushing into her stomach and causing cramp after cramp to fly through her tensed body. This was going to be close after all, her confidence slowly eroding. Checking her phone…just 9 minutes…9 minutes…9 minutes she repeated as her second hand joined the first between her tensing legs. “Hmmmm” She moaned loudly this time as she doubled over, her whole body shaking for a moment. The deep pulses turning into an almost constant spasming from her crotch and bladder. The metal button on her jeans seemingly the centre of all of these sensations as it dug mercilessly into her stretching bladder. Unlike the others that had just been pin prick moments, this one felt very different. Much deeper and lasting much longer than before. Suddenly her eyes flew open as she exhaled deeply and applied more pressure between her legs. Her control had slipped momentarily because of the spasm, the smallest of leaks had escaped into her underwear. She wanted to check for damage but she feared if she removed her hands now, there would be no stopping the flood about to burst out of her. “That’ll be 5 more minutes” Lewis announced next to her and she could see why. A passing zoo worker had given her somewhat of a strange look as she passed. But smiling back at her Mira was happy to see her look away and seemingly unconcerned with her behaviour. Should she say something about just how close she was to losing it… more importantly why was she enjoying it so much though. The giant ball of pee inside her sending waves of pleasure as well as pain around her body with an intensity she had never felt before. No…she could hold it she convinced herself again. It was just a leak, only 12 minutes to go now. 11 minutes… 10 minutes… 9 minutes… 8 minutes… She mentally counted in her head but just as she was about to reach 7 minutes there it was again, the warm wetness escaping her. Another leak and this time a more substantial one. Pain radiated around her body as she clenched all her muscles as tightly as they would allow. A soft grunt escaping between her pursed lips. Somehow, she had stopped her pee scaping her again. But even as she regained control she could feel her pee soaking into her jeans as she sat there, pooling gently under her as she desperately tried not to squirm but hold it all in. There was no way it was still not visible, the last moment of loss leaving her crotch feeling warm and then cold, a tell tale sign and one very reminiscent of this morning. But she wasn’t stood outside her house now, she was in a very public place. “Lewis I cant” She said weakly. “It’s a lovely day isn’t it, perhaps we should find a beer garden to sit out in later” he replied ignoring her squirming and desperate pleas. She didn’t know if he was aware of her condition, or if this was still part of the game. “MMMM” she whimpered, her knees pressing together as she bowed her head. Her muscles quivering inside her as the tried to keep hold of the remaining ocean inside her. The burning of the muscles that had already failed twice intensifying, her legs jiggling up and down again slightly as she rubbed them together furiously. But looking up again she could see an elderly couple looking her way, that was two more. That was 10 more minutes, 10 more minutes she had to endure. “Such a shame, you were doing so well." He whispered to her, clearly still thinking she was in control. But he didn’t know what was going on inside her, at the moment 10 seconds felt too long never mind 10 minutes Lewis I…. she started. But another leak cut her off, the insides of her thighs warming again as the denim continued to absorb the largest leak so far. A few drips leaving her as the rest of it spread across her toned backside, she knew it would be obvious to anyone who saw her what had happened, even if she made it. Part of her wanted to give up, but as she sat there surrounded on all sides by people, there would be no way she could hide what was going to happen. Her aching bladder far to full and troubling her too much for it to be a quick and quiet accident. Her end would not be subtle, but catastrophic and extremely noticeable. She was stuck, there were no good outcomes here. “On the other hand, looks like rain to me.” Lewis interrupted her moment of panic. But he wasn’t wrong, as Mira sat there clenching her hand as she gripped onto the cold bars of the uncomfortable bench she felt the first drop of water fall on her hand. Looking up she heard the faintest of rumbles of thunder, more drops beginning to fall onto her face. This could be it, her salvation. Assuming he kept to his word they would be forced to sit out in the rain, it would hide any evidence of her…. “Oh that’s a shame, but we wouldn’t want your clothes getting wet would we.” Lewis said, as he pulled out an umbrella from his bag. Extending the top he placed it between them as the rain started in Ernest, the sound of it hitting the umbrella making her whimper as it also ruled out her only way out. The splashing of the heavy downpour taunting and torturing her bladder as she felt it tremble constantly inside her. A hiss of air constantly escaping between her lips as she breathed carefully, trying not to move too much where she sat. “10 minutes” Lewis said quietly, but Mira couldn’t take it a moment longer. A fierce burst of wetness shot out from between her clenched muscles, the spray shooting down the insides of both of her legs and making it all the way to her knees. The denim immediately darkening as her clenching muscles forced her pee to erupt out of her. But yet again, with some unknown strength she stopped the flow but for what end. “Ooooh” she groaned, leaning forwards she placed her hands on her knees and gripped them tightly, flakes of her nail polish imbedding themselves in the fibres of her jeans. Her legs now quivering she opened her eyes, looking directly into Lewis’s she could see his surprised expression as he realised that this was the end for her. Moments later as her clenched shut in a final desperate attempt to hold on, her control completely disappeared as the drink after drink exploded out of her. Her jeans darkening quickly with a faint hiss audible only to the two of them as those around them had scurried for cover from the rain. Her accident as public as it could get and if anyone looked over they would see the puzzling scene of liquid draining off the metal bench that was completely covered by an umbrella. An odd paradox where the only explanation was that the liquid was coming from somewhere else, indeed as a heavy thudding stream fell beneath her, it could only be coming from one source. The bright red-faced woman panting and rocking on the bench above the deluge of piss currently thundering out of her. Reaching over she grabbed his arm, her eyes twitching now in relief and pleasure as she acted out one of her most private of fantasies in such a public space. It was beyond anything she could have imagined, the rush, the heat, her head feeling fuzzy and light she couldn’t even remember feeling this way after sex. Her soaked jeans clinging to her, pee rushing down her bent legs and running off the bench they were sat on. The metal bar design thankfully saving her Fiancé from being covered in the massive amount of liquid coming out of her as it fell through the gaps instead of pooling along it. Panting heavily her heart beat thundered in her ears as for more than a minute she continued to wet herself with tremendous force. The ground beneath the bench seemingly just as wet as the area around them, her large puddle of piss almost indistinguishable from the rain around them having quickly overlapped despite Lewis umbrella. Finally she felt herself run dry, her whole body shivering in pleasure she kept her eyes closed as she focused on what she was feeling. Faint pangs from her bladder that had been pushed to its absolute capacity. “Well…I guess we found your limit. We should probably get out of here.” Lewis said next to her, standing and offering her a hand up. Slowly she rose, her legs feeling like jelly as they linked arms once again and started towards the way out. “That was amazing” Mira said breathlessly, her head still in the clouds. “Im glad you enjoyed it, but you know…there is still plenty of time left in the day.” Lewis replied and causing her to smile. Exiting the zoo she could already feel her bladder filling again, letting him do this today was the best decision she had ever made. ----------------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. A bit less in the way of extreme desperation that ive done in the past, but hopefully still enjoyable .
  15. I’m looking for ways to build my bladder strength. I had a pretty decently sized bladder when I was a teenager as I had to hold more. I’ve been wanting to get back to that and I think I’ve got an idea how. I’m going to try and develop a workout schedule for my bladder. I’ve got a few ideas for the actual workout but I’m open to any ideas. There’s also a mental aspect too that I’ve got ideas for. I’ve thrown meditation in as a form of recovery to help focus on the task and to process the feelings. There’s other ways to do this but that’s probably the most common. If you do decide to do something like this please be healthy and hydrated. Listen to your body and pay attention to the signs it gives off! Here is what I’ve got so far! Day 1: Do a hold to near bursting point. Let it slowly build and take a few hours to do this. Go pee once you have your first leak. Mediate for 15 minutes after and think about what happened and how you felt. Day 2: Put off going pee for at least 30 minutes after you wake up but go normally throughout the day. Complete this step every day except Day 1 and Day 4. Day 3: Follow step 2. Add meditation for at least 15 minutes before bed that day. Day 4. Don't follow step 2. Go pee as soon as you wake up. Drink plenty of fluids throughout the day and pee after you’ve felt the urge for at least 20 minutes. Then do a much longer and intense hold in the evening until you either burst or near-bursting point depending on your situation. Mediate for 15 minutes after. Day 5. Follow step 2 and meditate for 15 minutes before bed. Day 6: Push your morning pee back an extra hour if possible. If unable to, 30 minutes will work. Go pee regularly after that. Day 7: Rest or Your choice. Obviously if there was interest in something like this I could develop it further to like a 30 or 60 day routine. And if you do decide to do something like, please be healthy and listen to your body.
  16. I've tried loads of times to have a genuine accident/loss of control but have failed many, many of times. I seem to give up due to the pain and either end up going to the toilet, or purposely letting go. i was wondering if anyone else has this problem? My bladder control is excellent, and I can hold a lot for a long period of time. I get to the stage of being unable to stand up (due to the pain and pressure on my bladder) but get scared that i might be doing my body harm and give up. Do i have to fight this urge and carry on? Will my body end up just letting go on its own, or is it a sign that it's dangerous? Also if anyone has any tips or challenges that will help weaken my bladder control, this would be a big help!
  17. I've only ever tried to write two omorashi-based erotic stories, both on a different fetish site, and this is my first-ever posting of such a nature here. I'm focused almost solely on the dynamics of the play between the characters instead of the characters themselves, so there's no real character backstory or development unfortunately. But I hope it's still thrilling for what it's good for. Sorry if some of the words sound vulgar, I'm quite new at this kind of writing. This kind of story would be my own fantasy. -- Sheila was under the control of Dale and, as told, was wearing light blue panties under a short skirt. She hadn't used the bathroom at all that day as instructed by D and was currently sitting uncomfortably on a foldout chair as D ran his hands up and down her legs. A plug-in fountain was trickling in the warm room as D stroked S's trembling legs, pink from arousal though she wasn't allowed to orgasm either. Her need to pee stood at a 7/10, and D was always quick to replenish the several glasses of water and pop* he had sitting on the table. D wasn't wearing anything but a T-shirt and tight briefs, which gave him his own pressure while giving her something to concentrate on in her need. D stroked concentrated circles right outside her panties while she whimpered and drank another glass. Her hips bucked slightly as a brief wave of desperation hit her, though she kept the blue fabric dry. D noticed, causing his own body to pulsate; she made a gritting sound as if trying very hard to lift something. As gently as possible, D felt his way up one side of her crotch, and then down the other, feeling for any twitch of arousal, desperation or otherwise. He didn't let her clit feel direct satisfaction, instead putting his palm over her bladder and pushing gently. S's legs jumped up and down and she hissed with struggle and pain. She wasn't perfectly shaved, with a bit of fuzz, and D took great care to reach slightly under those panties, grab a few, and play with them, tickling her slightly. He could see a slight bump under the middle of the cotton representing her engorged clit, just as desperate to be stroked as her pee hole was to let that stream go. She was extremely turned on by holding and being controlled, orgasm-wise and bladder-wise. He could torture her for quite a while at each other's thrill. Instead of going near that cute little bump, he instructed her to slide her butt forward on the chair, causing her panties to ride up, and then, while pressing her stomach again, took her waistline and stretched it upwards, to effect a cameltoe. Then, he stroked gently up and down below that little bump, closer to her urethra than her pleasure centre. She rocked forward as if offering herself, when it was really just her desperate way of managing her need to pee. She wriggled a little, just as D's underwear did. By this point a tiny wet spot of pre-cum appeared on her panties, similar to D's on his. As punishment, he jerked her legs wider, instructed her to have some pop, and the flicked that wet clit of hers, three times. She yelped and hissed, her hips and butt wriggling around on the seat, but she held firm. Ignoring himself, D finally pulled her blue panties aside and watched for a full minute as her lips sometimes pulsated, her clit throbbing as she fought the urge to release. Telling her to drink the next glass of soda, he firmly pressed on her stomach again while watching closely to see how her crotch responded. She had firm instructions never to allow pee to hit his face (or leave her bladder for that matter) so he tested her by coming in very close and blowing on that red clit. She almost thrust herself into his face as she whimpered. Those lips pulsed tightly as she desperately tried harder to hold it all in. She was closer to a 9 now, given the soda and water, and his pressure didn't help in the least. A leaky stream briefly ran down, out from between those lips and onto the seat as her legs and hips vibrated, bounced, her crotch wriggling forward and back in agony. He flicked his tongue over that swollen clit. She almost cried out, and she bounced up and forward. Another quick leak. He slapped her across those lips, twice, and then gave another flick. She impulsively bounced back, cried out again, and a spurt left her. Spreading her wide, he found her betraying hole and jammed an index finger hard against it. She reeled. As he did this, he circle-stroked her everywhere between the legs, teasing parts of her while she strained and moaned and pulsated. More precum leaked out, and he flicked it away; his index finger couldn't stop every little spurt that fought its way out, so he took it away and slapped her entire pussy, then her stomach. Then he stopped and just watched, letting her blue underwear fall back in place, ensuring his position between her legs. She looked red, in the face and between the legs, as she continued to wriggle and breath heavily. Best to go back to playing nice. He stroked the edges of both lips as she desperately thrust her crotch forward in her struggle to stop the flow. "Okay," he decided. "Let a brief spurt out. Not more than a second's worth, as strong a stream as you can make it. Then stop as fast as you can." Obediently, she tried to do exactly that. With those blue panties still in the way, she had brief trouble relaxing her muscles, but then she started going. He pulled them out of the way, letting her warm pee soak his own underwear, then told her to stop; she petered out quickly before her whole crotch tensed up again, pink lips closing together fast. He lazily stroked her clit up and down a few times; it throbbed and grew larger as S's legs moved even more as she fought an even larger desperation from having stopped. Leaving that pink gland to throb up and down, he used two fingers to stroke her outer lips up and down while riding her warm, wet blue panties up the middle, putting pressure on that desperate clit. As usual, she gritted her teeth and sounded like she was struggling to lift a deadweight. Another spurt briefly filled her underwear; he pulled it aside, spread her open again, and rubbed her pee hole with an index finger. "Try to stop peeing now," he taunted as her spasming hit a new level; several short bursts erupted between his fingers as she cried out and rocked, wriggled, thrust and bounced. She was losing her battle. She was no doubt at a 10/10. She had another drink. D let her panties slap back against her pussy as she did her best to stop her spurts, but no matter how much she thrust backwards and tried to close her legs against him, it was very stop-and-start. He exposed her clit and began licking mercilessly, causing her to squirt both pee and cum; with the former stream hitting its max - she was edging towards orgasm - her muscles were finally spent. She peed, and, very quickly, orgasmed shortly after as D buried his face into those lips and sucked, licked and stroked in a frenzy. It was an orgasm she wouldn't forget, even if she failed her master, who was just as glad she did as he was full of punishment ideas; up to him, she wouldn't enjoy this much pleasure for another several days, no touching allowed whatsoever. Starting, naturally, after he got his own fill and they explored their sexual passion mutually together. ** *"Pop" is soft drink in Canadian vernacular. Thanks for reading, hope it was enjoyable. Unlikely I'll ever get to experience that myself, so writing is a nice escape.
  18. Last night my wife and I had a wonderful time seeing Tim and Eric live on their 2020 Mandatory Attendance Tour. It's the third time we've seen them live and the first time we saw them since we married. They performed at the State Theater in Minneapolis. It's quite an amazing and old building, the entire interior is baroque Renaissance. Its incredible, there is fake Corinthian columns and frescoes on the ceiling, the whole architectural design is apart of the experience. (I really like art and history okay?) On the way there we stopped in a Goodwill about 45 minutes away from the cities. I did find an amazing sweater from the late 80's but the trip was highlighted by my wife's need to pee. I tried to stop in earnest, saying she could pee at the theater, but she just wasn't having it and went to pee in the Goodwill bathroom. She texted me a great picture of her on the toilet with her shirt pulled up a little so I could see some of her squishy stomach, she knows I love that. As we were checking out, without warning I grabbed a 500ml Lifewater out of the cooler and threw it in with our purchases. "And just what is that water for?" she very slyly asked me in the parking lot. "Well, since you went pee at Goodwill I'm going to have my revenge. You have to drink this entire bottle before we get to the cities." "Oh really huh? You want me to fill up my bladder with all this wa-wa? Maybe." I responded back firm, "Yeah that's the thing though, you really don't have a choice. You have to drink it all." She knew what I was trying to do, and decided to play ball. Much to my honest surprise she drank the entire bottle before we get there. Right as we parked she finished it off. "I really shouldn't have done that, I'm going to have to pee so fucking bad now. Just saying." she said with a smile. She was cramped in her seat (fat woman problems) and already shaking her leg before the show started. It was going to be a long two hours for her. Tim and Eric were fantastic as always but I was certainly a little more infatuated by my wife. At an hour into the show she was in pure agony. I could see her squirming in her seat, even in the dark, and her legs were crossed and slightly bouncing. I leaned over in a whisper "How bad is it?". She whispered back, "I can't hold it. I have to go the bathroom so bad right now. Please let me get up or I'm going to pee right now." But I pretended not to hear her over all the noises on stage. She absolutely couldn't sit still just five minutes later. With both hands buried in her crotch she whispered "I can't do it, I'm sorry!" She then proceeded to get up and shimmy down the isle and dissapeared into the back. "It was so bad!" she told me in the car. "My bladder hurt so bad and I had to run up a bunch of stairs to get the ladies room. Dude, I pissed for like 2 minuets straight! Like, my pee was basically coming out before I even sat down!" It was a very good night, an excellent live show and some serious pee desperation from my amazing wife. It was such a great experience I made a drawing to remember it.
  19. Another commission from over on my Tumblr! If you like what you read, consider commissioning me--I'll have an official post on that up once I finish uploading all of my old works from my Ao3. For now, I hope you enjoy part one! *** “Are you having fun, babe?” Alex grimaces, doing his best to smile as he turns around in the pool, ignoring the way the cool water brushes up against his chest. He’s been at the waterpark with his girlfriend Nadia for four, maybe five hours now--it had been her idea, as a final end-of-summer activity before the two would have to return to their last year of university together--and for the first three and a half or so, he’d been having a great time. It’s sunny out, the perfect weather to go to the beach or the pool or a waterpark, they’ve already knocked all of their summer homework out of the way, and he’d just turned twenty-one earlier in the summer, meaning he’s finally legally allowed to drink. Nadia has made sure to celebrate that last part over the course of the day, always ushering him back towards the bar at the far end of the park to grab more drinks. They’re not trying to get drunk--Alex is pretty sure he’ll want to remember what happened today when he wakes up tomorrow, and with his past experience with alcohol, anything past a few beers will probably make it so that he won’t remember a thing--but Nadia had been so convincing, always offering to pay and promising that she’ll stay sober enough to drive home without getting pulled over by the cops. And besides, it is their last week of summer break before school starts again. Doesn’t he deserve to live a little, get a little tipsy and have some fun? That had been his mindset two hours ago, anyway, when he’d drank with no precautions. Now, he’s not thinking about having a good time before school starts. Now he isn’t thinking about anything that isn’t the throbbing ache coming from his bladder, reminding him every second of exactly how much beer he’d had throughout the day. Four big, viking-worthy glasses, probably closer to half a pitcher than a mug, plus the water he’d insisted on having alongside it to keep himself from going too far too fast. God, no wonder his need is so strong. He can’t even remember when it was he last went to the bathroom, either--was it all the way at the beginning of the day, so many hours ago? “Alex?” Nadia sing-songs, snapping him out of his trance as she swims closer to him, pressing a hand to his chest. “Are you having a good time?” “Of course,” Alex says automatically, squeezing his legs tight together under the water. They’re situated roughly in the middle end of the wave pool, where they’ve been wading for about a half an hour, diving under the water and chasing each other around, having races to see who’s the faster swimmer. (Alex, being on the swim team in high school, usually won, but sometimes he let Nadia win just for fun.) The waves are turned off right now, but he’s pretty sure they’re gearing up to come back any second now, as they’ve been coming and going in fifteen minute intervals since they arrived. It’s fairly easy to move around right now, too; the water is calm, the floaties and foam toys spread around the pool are all at a standstill, and there aren’t many children darting around in the shallow end, blocking the path to get out. It would be a perfect time to excuse himself to the bathroom and take care of his rather pressing need, which is pretty much the only thing he wants to do at the moment. But Nadia is here, smiling up at him happily as she treads water (it’s cute that she’s so short she can barely stand in the deep end, but he can’t focus on that right now) with an expectant look in her eyes. She’s having fun where she is, in the pool with him, and the last thing he wants to do is ruin it for her over some silly need he should have more control over as a twenty-one year old man. He can hold it for just a little bit longer, if it means she’ll have a few more minutes of fun. “I bet I can beat you to the deep end!” Nadia exclaims, her mouth curling into a little grin as she pushes her dark hair, sleek with water, over her shoulder. “Come on, before the waves start up again!” “What are you, five?” Alex laughs tightly, even though he’s the one in the childish situation. He feels more five than he has in a while, all thanks to the urges coming from his abdomen. There’s no way he’ll be able to race her again without making himself seriously desperate, but he doesn’t want to flat-out say no to her. (Saying no to Nadia is probably his least favorite thing in the universe, and it shows.) “Scared you’ll lose?” Nadia taunts, eyes glimmering with mirth as she does so. “Come on, it will be fun!” And it’s that sight, the look on her face which she’s given him a thousand times before, that finally makes Alex put aside his uncomfortableness and agree. “Alright, fine,” he sighs, playing along with her challenge. “Last one to the deep end is a rotten egg.” “Yeah!” Nadia crows triumphantly, before running a hand across the surface of the pool towards Alex, splashing him in the face with drops of cool water before she takes off. Alex laughs, diving into the water and chasing after her, putting all his strength into kicking beneath the surface with his muscular legs. Fuck. If he’d thought treading water with a full bladder was hard, it’s nothing compared to actually swimming. With each kick he feels like he’s about to leak, his legs spreading apart and muscles growing tired with every stroke. Having his legs forced apart over and over again is borderline painful, and since his arms are busy propelling him forward in the water, there’s nothing left to keep the pressure on his crotch from the outside. God, he can feel the pee just sitting there, begging to be let out. But he can’t pee in the pool! There are so many other people there, enjoying their family vacations together in the same body of water that he’s in. It would be more than rude to contaminate the water they were swimming in with his body’s own type of water, regardless of whether anyone else could tell or not. And besides, he wouldn’t want to be swimming in it, either. “I win!” Nadia cries as he surfaces, his hands shooting up to hold onto the wall when he wishes they could shoot down to hold his penis instead. He settles for crossing his legs under the water and moving his hips back and forth as gracefully as he can, hoping that the wave of pressure he’d just felt goes away as quickly as it had come. “You know what that means. Loser buys another round of drinks!” “Ah,” Alex pants, glancing warily towards the bar as he continues to fidget underwater. “More drinks? I’m not really thirsty, you know…” “You don’t drink beer because you’re thirsty,” Nadia points out with a pout. “You drink it ‘cause it’s fun. Besides, it’s hot out! Don’t you want to stay hydrated?” I’m plenty hydrated enough, thank you! his mind protests. I don’t think I could put more liquid in me if I tried! “I’ll buy something for you,” he reasons instead, hoping his voice doesn’t give him away. “I’m already feeling buzzed enough.” Nadia’s pout deepens, but she moves on fairly quickly as the water around them shifts. “Oh, the waves are starting again!” she exclaims excitedly as the pool around them begins to fill with movement. “Come on, let’s swim back to the other end so I can stand!” With that, she turns around in the water and kicks off from the wall, gliding through the waves effortlessly, like some kind of Grecian goddess. Her long, dark hair trails behind her, clinging to her back when she resurfaces, but Alex doesn’t have the capabilities to appreciate his girlfriend’s figure right about then. His entire body is frozen against the wall as his head fills with the sound of water splashing against water, crashing upon the sides of the pool and lapping at his chest. All of a sudden the only thing he can hear is dripping, churning, running water, and the noises seem to be going straight from his brain to his bladder. God, he hadn’t realized how seriously bad he needed to go until now, with waves upon waves of liquid moving around him. His bladder feels so full and heavy inside of him, like a water balloon that’s overfilled and ready to pop at any second. All those beers, all that water… It’s all still inside of him, and he’d bet that there’s even more still traveling down from his kidneys into his bladder, ready to overinflate it even more than it already is. He sucks in a deep breath and presses the front of his body further against the wall, trying his best to create pressure against his crotch. He doesn’t dare grind down--the wall of the pool is rather gritty, and he’d prefer not to harm his genitals in any way if he can help it--but it’s a tough battle to fight. He wishes the water weren’t so clear so that he could reach down and grab himself without anyone there to judge him, but the waterpark is so crowded, and he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to get away with it. (Oh, but holding himself sounds absolutely heavenly right about then.) Nadia, who had already swam a few feet away, turns back to give him a questioning look. “Aren’t you coming?” she asks, thankfully not noticing his strange body language, his hunched shoulders or gritted jaw. “Come on, my legs are getting tired.” “C-Coming,” Alex says, thrusting his hips forward against the wall one more time before pushing off towards the shallow end. He doesn’t dare front crawl his way over this time--that would be much too much for his poor, swollen bladder to handle. Instead he doggy paddles towards the shallower side of the pool, trying his best to appear normal in front of the families that are watching him. Inside his body, his bladder throbs agonizingly, demanding that he release its contents as soon as he can. He sucks his lip between his teeth as he paddles over, clenching his sphincter muscles as hard as he can until he makes it far enough that he’s able to stand. As soon as he does that, he crosses one leg over the other and bobs up and down in the water, breathing heavily as he shifts his hips from side to side. He needs to get to a bathroom as soon as possible or he’s going to get wet in an entirely different way (one that will be much less fun for everyone involved). Reluctantly, Alex uncrosses his legs and moves forward, but every step sends tiny vibrations up his legs and across his abdomen. He gasps as a strong urge hits him, bending forward at the waist and locking his knees together under the water to fight against the throbbing pressure. His hands ball into fists at his sides, nails digging into the skin of his palms as he does his best not to let them fly to the front of his swim trunks. If he was worried about people seeing him in the deep end, there’s no way he’d be able to go unnoticed in the shallow side. He’s just deep enough for the waves to crash straight against his abdomen, water licking at his bladder from the other side, tempting it to release without his permission. “Ah,” he gasps, grabbing the front of his thigh and hooking one knee over the other in an attempt to keep himself from going right then, right there. He needs to get himself under control, and soon, before his desperation reaches uncharted levels. Unsteadily, he staggers forward, only to suck in a sharp, pained gasp as his lower body leaves the water. If he thought his need was bad before, it’s absolutely nothing compared to what he’s feeling now. It feels as if another pint of beer has just been dumped straight into his bladder, filling it to the brim and stretching it to its utmost limit. He realizes with a start that the water from the pool had been the only thing keeping him on the safer edge of desperation--it had made the gravitational pull on his bladder feel lesser, creating a buoyant effect on the poor organ without him noticing, and now that the pressure of the water isn’t on him, gravity is catching up. His hands begin to fly to his crotch, only to flutter away at the last second as he uses his last bit of willpower to keep them at his sides. Insteadhe sucks his lip between his teeth and stifles a moan, half-falling back into the water around him and sighing with relief when the agonizing pressure goes away. He can still feel hot, throbbing pain coming from his abdomen, but now that he’s surrounded by the pool water again, he doesn’t feel on the verge of exploding anymore. Still, he needs to get to a toilet as soon as possible, and it’s not likely that he’ll be able to hold it if he lifts himself out of the pool again. What is he supposed to do now? The nearest bathrooms are on the other side of the waterpark, and there’s no way in hell he’d let himself be seen hobbling around a family gathering area with his hands between his legs like some kind of pervert. Besides, he isn’t even sure he’d be able to make it to those restrooms without completely losing control along the way. He’s so desperate, he can barely think straight, and he knows for sure his face must be all red and twisted up in pain by now. As much as he hates to admit it, he’s pretty sure that he’s only got one option left: he’s going to have to pee in the pool. It’s something he’s never done before--even as a child, he’d always held it in long enough to get to the bathrooms, even though he’d thought they were pretty gross. (And doing that had sure given him some close calls, and a few extra wet spots on his swim shorts, but hey, it’s probably best not to think about those right now.) So, he’s going to contaminate the pool with his own bodily fluids. It should be easy--the sound of roaring, splashing water surrounds him, teasing him with the premise of relief every second, and the pool water itself is cool enough that it’s making his bladder more than a little uncomfortable. But it’s hard, trying to consciously pee where he’s not supposed to, when he knows it’s taboo, especially for a full-grown adult such as himself. He sighs again, squatting down in the shallow water and doing his best to relax, unclench his muscles, and think of the promise of relief he’s only seconds away from… And at last, he feels a dribble of urine escape from his bladder and trail through his urethra, creating a tiny spot of warmth in the pool water at the head of his dick. He sighs, letting his head fall back and his arms float to the surface of the pool as his stream picks up, his bladder just starting to become a bit less swollen, a little bit emptier. He can feel the water around him, still rocked by waves, growing warm with his own piss, and… To be honest, it’s a little bit hot. He’s always been a bit of a stickler for the rules, but now, doing something so naughty as peeing in a public pool, without anyone else knowing that he’s doing it… He’s just starting to enjoy the feeling when he feels a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. “Ah!” he exclaims, jumping forward, but the arms around his middle stay secured. His body freezes, locks up again, the stream of urine stopping abruptly as he stiffens up under the touch, and immediately he misses the relief he’d only just begun to get. His penis throbs, aching in time with his abdomen, and he hisses in pain as the arms around him tighten. “Alex,” Nadia whines, pressing her front side against his back, molding herself to him. “What’s going on? You were just standing there with your eyes closed.” “Nadia…” Alex breathes, shifting his weight from foot to foot underwater. He’s uncomfortable, he’s so uncomfortable, seconds away from peeing full-force into the pool again, but he can’t, not with Nadia so close to him. “Aren’t you having fun?” Nadia asks, and he knows her so well he swears he can hear the pout in her voice. “You seem so stiff, babe. What’s wrong?” With that, she tightens her hands around his waist, pulling him closer to her body… and subsequently squishing his bladder under her fingers. Alex gasps sharply, curling in on himself and finally letting his hands fly to the front of his swim shorts to hold onto his crotch. Even with the added external pressure, he can feel the water around him growing warm, the pressure on his bladder far too much for him to handle. “Stop, stop!” he pants, but doesn’t dare push her away. Even if it cost him his own life (or in this case, his dignity) he would never even consider pushing Nadia away. Instead, he shifts his hips from side to side, leaning forward so far his chest touches the water and hooking one leg over the other, bobbing up and down urgently as he does. Thankfully, Nadia picks up on the problem quickly. She loosens her arms around him, keeping one hand pressed to his chest while the other sifts through the water in front of him. “Oh?” she questions, and this time Alex is sure he can hear mischief in her voice. “What’s this? The water’s all warm over here…” “I-Is it?” Alex repeats, keeping his hands glued tight to his crotch as he stems off the flow. (It hurts, he’s still so desperate, but now that he’s been caught, it just feels morally wrong to keep going.) “It is…” With that, Nadia lets her hand trail down to the front of his stomach and pushes down once again, just once. Her other hand comes down to cup over his fingers as his breath hitches and he lets out a short spurt of pee. It takes an immense amount of effort to cut himself off once again, and his bladder protests with a series of agonized pulses, but he refuses to let himself continue to go. “I see what’s going on,” Nadia says coyly, and Alex thanks the heavens when she removes her hand from his stomach to glide around to his other side. “Alex… You’re being a bad boy, aren’t you? Doing something like that in a public pool?” “I-I couldn’t help it,” Alex stammers, biting at his lip until it turns red. “Couldn’t help it?” Nadia repeats teasingly. “Couldn’t help but get all of us in here dirty? The waves are on, you know. That stuff you’re putting in here is gonna spread.” “I’m s-sorry,” Alex gasps, hooking his knees together and bobbing up and down once again. “I just- I needed to go, and-” “No, no,” Nadia shushes him, sticking a pool-slick finger to his lips. “No excuses, babe. You’re a grown man, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be able to hold it until you get to the bathroom?” “But I-” “Shh… Come on, you know I’m right.” Alex inhales shakily, his whole body still tense and rigid from desperation. The warmth of his piss has been washed away by the waves at this point, but he can still feel the urine inside of him pushing to get out. “You’re right,” he says, hoping that she’ll leave it at that and finally allow him to finish what he’d started. “Did you let go completely?” Nadia asks, her gaze dropping to the area just above his swim trunks. “Are you empty now, you little rulebreaker? It certainly doesn’t look like you are.” “I- I’m not,” Alex admits, his voice going high-pitched as another wave of need overtakes him. He whimpers, clutching his dick tighter between his hands and pressing the front of his left thigh into the back of his right with all the force he can muster. “I still need to go, bad.” “Well,” Nadia says, sounding all too pleased. “I certainly can’t allow you to keep going here, of all places. You’ll need to make it to the bathroom if you want to finish relieving yourself.” Alex jerks his head up to meet her gaze, his eyes going wide. “But- But-” he stammers, a protest half-formed in the back of his mind, but one look from Nadia has him biting his tongue instead of continuing his sentence. The game is afoot now, and no matter how much pain and embarrassment it might bring him, he knows he’s going to play along anyway, for her sake. Still, it doesn’t make the idea of walking to the bathrooms any more appealing. He already feels like he’s on the verge of spurting again, and if he gets out of the water and forces himself to walk normally, he’s sure he’ll have a full-on accident within the next minute. “Isn’t there any other way?” he asks shakily, staring off in the direction of the restrooms. If he were in his normal condition, it would probably only be a three or four minute walk, but with the ball of hot, acrid piss inside of him controlling his every move, it’ll probably take at least double that to even reach the other side of the park. And what if there’s a line? Is he supposed to stand there and wait when he’s on the brink of pissing himself for all to see? “Do you see any other bathrooms around here?” Nadia challenges, raising an eyebrow at him. “Come on, come on! The sooner you get out of the pool, the sooner you get to go!” She grabs him by the arm and pulls him just a tad too roughly towards the shallow exit of the pool, where the water is just beginning to settle down from the waves. Alex reluctantly lets go of his crotch, and immediately lets out a strangled groan as he experiences the effects of gravity on his body for the second time that day. He wonders how the hell it feels exactly the same as it had before he’d “contaminated” the pool, despite how much he must have let out. Is his last beer hitting him already? “Nadia, can you… slow down a little?” he manages as his girlfriend struts ahead, beads of water dripping down her body from her one-piece swimsuit. Normally, Alex would take this opportunity to stare at the amount of skin she has on show, but he’s too distracted with his own body. Every muscle he has is clenched tight, his arms and legs stiff and rigid, thighs pressed close together with every step. It’s absolute torture, having to walk like there’s nothing wrong, when it’s all he can do not to grab himself and dance around like a little kid. They’ve made it maybe ten steps, and each one has sent extremely unpleasant vibrations up through his leg and straight into his core, jostling the liquid inside of him each time his foot lands on the ground. He winces, keeping his eyes trained on the floor to avoid any strange looks people might be shooting his way, and attempts to take a larger step to make it to the bathrooms as fast as he possibly can. His foot lands on a particularly cool puddle of water, and all of a sudden he feels a hot jet of pee squirt out of his dick and onto the floor. He freezes in place, eyes going wide as he draws his legs in quickly and presses his thighs against each other, doing everything he can mentally to keep himself from breaking out into a full-out dance of desperation. Warmth runs down his legs from inside his shorts, and he barely manages to cut off the flow this time, so paralyzed by fear that he can barely get his body to listen to him. “Nngh… Nadia,” he hisses, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I can’t…” He hears footsteps pad back towards him through the shallow puddles on the floor, and then a hand comes to rest gently on his shoulder. “Come on, babe,” Nadia says, half-encouraging, half-commanding. “You can make it. Do it for me, okay?” “But-” “I’ll be so happy if you make it all the way,” Nadia says, her hand reaching around to curl at the back of his neck. “Won’t you at least try? Just for me?” And fuck, if that doesn’t strengthen Alex’s resolve just enough to keep him going despite the raging need overtaking him, he’s not sure that anything will. With a muffled moan, he straightens up from his twisted, bent-in-half posture, takes a few shallow breaths, and opens his eyes. The sight of water flowing all around him does nothing to help his current situation, but he determinedly fixes his eyes on a dry spot on the wall and takes a shaky step forward, ignoring the wetness beginning to cool and become sticky on his legs. He will make it to the bathroom, if only just to get far enough to wet himself somewhere private. If Nadia asks him to make it, he’s determined to do as she says, no matter if he thinks it’s within his capabilities or not. Even though his bladder is straining out from the waistband of his swim trunks, sending urgent messages increasingly quickly that he needs to let go now, or else. Even if he feels five seconds from exploding on the spot, so filled with beer and water that he isn’t sure how in the world he’s still hanging on. There’s nothing he won’t do for Nadia--he’s sure of that. Another jet of hot, wet piss escapes him, but he grits his teeth and clenches his sphincter muscles together with a groan that gets lost in the sounds of the waterpark, and cuts it off once again. He can’t help but pause mid-step and shift his hips around in small, quick circles, and wish as hard as he can that he could put pressure on his crotch, even for just a few seconds. Any outside help would be much appreciated at the moment, but he knows if he lets himself grab his dick now, there’s no way he’ll be able to let go without losing the battle entirely. So instead he clenches his fists at his sides and bites down hard on his lip, taking another step towards the bathroom, a step towards release. “That’s it, baby,” Nadia encourages him, her voice dropping low and smooth as she guides him through the crowd. “Just a little longer, and then you can pee to your heart’s content.” “Ah… Ahh…” he pants, eyes fluttering as they pass another section of the park. This one he’d noticed when they first walked in--it’s the kid’s area, complete with a wooden play structure and several buckets that fill to the top before tipping out onto the ground and the children below it. Were he in a better state, he’d compare his bladder to the buckets, as full as it can get and seconds away from wobbling over and spilling all over the ground in a loud rush of warm, sticky urine, coating his legs and his feet and spreading into a huge puddle on the ground. “Mmh!” he gasps, catching himself on Nadia’s shoulder as he bends forward. His knees turn inwards, locking together like magnets as he curls an arm protectively around his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he tries to rid himself of the mental image. Thinking about relieving himself, wetting himself at that, is a definite no-go right now. His body surely won’t be able to handle thoughts like that while battling a bladder this full. “You have no idea how good you look right now, Alex,” Nadia says breathlessly, close to his ear. He feels her breath ghost over his cheek warmly, and raises his head just enough so that he can look into her eyes. I’m doing this for you, he thinks passionately, too unsteady to trust himself to speak. It will all be worth it, when I make you proud… “Come on,” Nadia says again, lower this time. “Let’s get moving. I want to get there as much as you do, you know.” It’s a strange sentiment, but Alex can’t bring himself to think much about it right now. Instead he hobbles forward, taking smaller, more delicate steps to keep his bladder from being jostled around too badly. “Okay,” he agrees hoarsely, his voice shaking from want. Nadia smiles at him, secretive and seductive, then turns back around and continues on towards the bathrooms, her hips swaying back and forth as she moves. Alex stumbles after her, keeping one hand wrapped around his stomach. Maybe if he looks sick enough, people will move out of his way and leave him alone, and he’ll be able to get there faster. They’re maybe a minute’s walk away from the bathrooms now at the rate he’s going. Every step is torture, feeling the slickness of tiny puddles under the pads of his feet, and hearing the rush of water, seeing it splash and flow everywhere he looks, but the look in Nadia’s eyes when she turns to check on him keeps him going. He’s not sure why, but he feels like she’s promising him something, if he can make it all the way there. He counts the seconds to keep his mind from turning traitor on him, and just when they’ve reached fifty-two, he raises his eyes and almost starts to cry from relief. There, right in front of him, is the sign pointing to the bathrooms, located just around the corner. Finally! he thinks, a smile melting across his face. I can finally go! I’m so close! I just need to round the corner, and then I’ll finally be able to… Oh. No. As he turns the corner, his eyes land upon the men’s bathroom, just a few feet down the hall… And the line that trails out of it. His bladder screams in horror as he takes in the dozen or so boys and men who are waiting patiently for their turn in the bathroom in varying levels of discomfort. He can see a few young boys shifting their wait around awkwardly, and even one or two of the men have uncomfortable grimaces across their faces, but none of them seem to be in the state of pure, anguished distress that’s wracking through him at the moment. “No…” he whimpers, eyes beginning to water as hope seeps out of him. He’d been so close, so close to relief, to finally being able to empty himself… Now there’s no way he’ll be able to make it into the bathroom with his dignity still intact. And here, far away from the roaring water of the pool, everyone will be able to tell if he lets go and re-wets his swim trunks where he isn’t supposed to. “Don’t worry,” Nadia says, and then a cool hand is sliding around his arm and pulling him in a different direction. “I have other plans for you, baby. Come with me.”
  20. “Yeah, I-I don’t really have any kinks myself,” Kelsey slurred, taking a sip from her fifth beer that night, “but I’m an open-minded person. One of my exes was into feet, so we fucked around with that.” She noticed Shay, her girlfriend, had been blushing since she’d first mentioned the word ‘kink.’ Now, Kelsey was just coaxing her to tell her what she was into, letting her know that whatever it is she’d be fine with it. “In fact, I kind- I kind of liked it,” she went on to say, “not that I’m also into feet, but I like weird shit like that. It helps keep the sex interesting. There- there isn’t much that I’d consider taboo.” Shay’s eyes darted around the room as she laughed uneasily, but she still didn’t say anything. Kelsey stifled a burp. “What are you into? W-Are you into anything?” Shay looked started. That was too direct. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna,” Kelsey reassured. “Umm-“ Shay brushed her auburn hair behind her and looked at the floor. “I am, but... I’ve never really told anyone.” “You can tell me,” she almost spilled her beer down her white tank top trying to take another sip. “If you’re comf-comfortable.” Shay laughed. “Uh- Well, here goes. I really like omorashi.” Kelsey blinked. “It’s uh... Pee. I like holding it, and other people holding it. When someone wets themselves, it’s...” She shrugged. “I’m into anything piss-related.” She thought should be more coherent, considering her sobriety. Kelsey paused for a moment, then started laughing. For a moment, Shay was mortified. Then, her lover spoke: “Dude, I wasn’t expecting that, but I really appreciate you telling me.” She finished her beer and tossed it towards the trash can, missing and sending it clattering to the ground. “Tell you what, I already kind of have to pee. I drank almost a whole- a whole six pack of white claws, so tonight, or- or whenever, you can do whatever you want with my bladder.” Shay laughed. “What are you talking about, Kel?” “Whatever you want me to do with my pee, I’ll do it. It’s whatever. Except-except these are new sweatpants, so I might not pee myself. Unless I change.” She shook her head, giggling. Pretty soon, though, Kelsey had passed out on the couch. Shay gingerly put a blanket over her and went to bed. ... When Kelsey woke up in the morning, she was hungover and had an aching need to piss. She groaned as she sat up, her head throbbing painfully. “I didn’t even drink that much...” she mumbled groggily. She crawled off the sofa and tried to get into the bathroom, but it seemed to be occupied. Running water could be heard. “Why do you still lock the door when you take a shower?” she called through the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I don’t know when people visit!” Shay called back. Kelsey gave herself a squeeze and went into the kitchen. She made herself some coffee, dancing like a little kid as she watched the liquid leak and spurt down into her mug. She badly needed the toilet. She drank her coffee as she waited for the bathroom door to open, and as the time went on, the sink became an increasingly alluring place to do her business... Comment your vote: 1- Pee in the sink! 2- Hold it! The bathroom will be open soon...
  21. Hello everyone. Long time, no write. This is something I was inspired to throw together after watching the anime Goblin Slayer. One character in this series canonically has a real issue with fear wetting, and as such, I simply had to put my own spin on things. Of course, as with all fanfiction, it's highly recommended that you be familiar with the series first. Just be warned: Goblin Slayer features extremely brutal violence and graphic depictions of rape and sexual assault, so if that will disturb you, best avoid this whole thing. Seriously, the fact that this series even exists is almost an affront to ethics itself. Don't say I didn't warn you. However, this particular story features none of that. Now that that's all out of the way, I hope you enjoy the read. ***** This story begins at the farm, after the battle of Water Town. Part 1 of 2 ***** “We need to talk.” The Priestess looked up from her prayers, her eyes settling on the armored man who she'd been spending so much time with lately. Goblin Slayer was standing in the doorway, dressed the same as he usually was, his shortsword on his hip and his buckler hanging from his left arm. In his right hand, he was holding a large clay pitcher. “Of course, Goblin Slayer. What is it you need?” she asked, setting her staff on the bed beside her. “Two times now, when goblins seriously threatened you, you relieved yourself in your clothes,” Goblin Slayer said plainly. “First on the day that we met, and then after I was injured in Water Town. It can't happen again.” The Priestess jumped to her feet, folding her hands over her face, her pale skin instantly burning bright red. “You-you-you noticed that!?” she whined as she retreated against the back wall of the room. “Of course I did,” Goblin Slayer stated. “And the goblins did as well. We were lucky. The first time, their numbers were small enough for me to handle easily. The second time, we left soon afterwards. But if it happens early into a dangerous hunt, the scent could lead every goblin in the place straight to us. As I said, it can't happen again.” The Priestess sat down on the floor, placing her hands on her thighs and looking at her feet. “I was just so scared,” she whispered. “And after spending time traveling and moving through the caves, I really had to, and when I thought I was going to die, I just couldn't control it.” “None of that matters,” Goblin Slayer said. “Fear. Urgency. It's all irrelevant. You emptying your bladder in enemy territory is a threat to the whole party. It is a problem. So we are going to solve that problem.” Goblin Slayer stepped further into the room, placing the pitcher he carried on the floor in front of the Priestess. “Drink this. Every drop of it.” The blonde girl looked between the pitcher and Goblin Slayer. “What's going to happen?” she asked tentatively. “Isn't it obvious? You are going to learn how to hold your water, no matter the circumstances. Consider this to be training.” The Priestess eyed the pitcher. It was very large, containing at least three liters of water. “Are you really going to make me do this?” she asked softly. “Is it really that important?” “Yes. Drink.” He used his boot to slide the pitcher closer to the Priestess. “This is really weird,” she muttered. However, she reached out and gripped the pitcher, struggling to lift the heavy water-filled clay. “But you haven't steered us wrong yet. If you say that I'm a danger to the party, I'll do anything to improve myself.” She raised the pitcher to her lips and began to drink. As the Priestess sipped at her water, Goblin Slayer turned towards the door. “Finish that. I'm going to patrol the farm. Meet me outside when the pitcher is empty.” The Priestess nodded, and he left the small bedroom. ***** Goblin Slayer walked the fences of the farmstead, scanning the ground for any signs of disturbance. He checked every fence post, making sure they were sturdy, and he circled the outskirts of the property to ensure that no tracks could be seen. The process took just over half an hour, and as he approached the farmhouse, the Priestess stumbled out of the front door. Her eyes were hazy and she was breathing heavily. “I've never drank that much before in my life,” she exhaled as Goblin Slayer approached her. “You shouldn't drink that fast. It can make you sick,” he said. “You told me to!” she complained, waving her arms in frustration. “I never told you to drink it quickly, just to drink it,” Goblin Slayer stated. “Anyway, we're going to town. I need to purchase potions and check if any scrolls were brought in. Follow me.” He turned towards the path out of the farm and started walking without another word. The Priestess sighed and followed after him, struggling to keep pace with her stomach so full of water. The town was about an hour's walk from the farm, and as they passed the half way mark, Goblin Slayer came to a stop as he heard the Priestess muttering under her breath. “What is it?” he asked, turning to face her. “Nothing,” she said with a suppressed voice. “It's just...I'm already at the point that I would normally step behind a tree.” “Good,” Goblin Slayer said. “Don't complain about it though. Unnecessary noise attracts goblins just as well as scent does. Deal with it quietly.” And so they walked on, until the roofs of towers and homes became visible over the treeline. Goblin Slayer turned to the Priestess, noting her condition. She gripped her staff tightly, and she took small, hurried steps with her thighs held together. Her face was sweaty and reddened, but she remained silent. Until, that is, they approached the town gate. “Goblin Slayer,” she yelped quietly. “I...I really need to...” “That's the point,” he interrupted. “It's going to get difficult. Really difficult. And you are going to handle yourself like the professional adventurer that you are. Could you imagine the Sword Maiden flooding her robes? The High Elf Archer darkening the dirt beneath her? No. They are strong, and you need to be strong if you are going to continue following me. I kill goblins. If you want to help me do so, fine. But you can not jeopardize my mission.” The Priestess looked to the ground, her footing unsteady as she rocked her hips back and forth. “Yes, Goblin Slayer. I understand.” “Stop moving like that.” Goblin Slayer stepped forwards, pointing at her constantly shifting stance. “You need to be balanced. If I shoved you now, you would go straight down. How do you think you would fare against a goblin's club? Even when you're not in combat, you should train yourself to stay steady.” “If...if I stand straight, I'll really...” “The day has only just begun, Priestess. This is not your limit. Toughen up and follow me, we're going to the Guild Hall.” Goblin Slayer turned and began walking again. The Priestess released a muffled whine, forcing her legs to move properly as she proceeded after him. Her knuckles were white from gripping her staff so tightly, and her whole body was sweaty and burning hot. It's only been an hour since I finished the water, she thought to herself as she trailed Goblin Slayer through the streets. Am I really this weak, that I need relief so badly this soon? What if I wet myself in the streets...people here know me... And I don't want Goblin Slayer to see, but he probably won't let me out of his sight... The Priestess whined again and gripped the staff even tighter, holding it close to her body. Oh Merciful Earth Mother, grant me the power to hold on until I'm somewhere private... Of course, this was not a real Miracle that she had been granted, and so the staff remained inactive as the two of them approached the Guild Hall. Goblin Slayer threw open the heavy wooden doors and held them as the Priestess slowly made her way inside. “Sit there,” he ordered, pointing to an empty chair at one of the many tables nearby. “If I see you trying to sneak towards the privy, you'll drink another liter.” The Priestess nodded frantically, sitting on the chair and double-crossing her skinny legs. Goblin Slayer approached the counter, and the young woman sitting there turned to face him. “I need a quest-” “To kill goblins,” the woman interrupted him with a smile. “We all know the drill by now. I actually saved two quests for you. The one I think you'd be most interested in is this. A large mansion that was invaded by goblins two days ago, about fifty kilometers to the west of here. The mansion's residents managed to escape due to guards noticing the incoming threat. Nobody is injured, but they do want their home back as soon as possible, of course.” “How many goblins?” The Guild Girl pursed her lips and looked down at the quest sheet. “An estimated thirty, from what the guards saw before they fled. They also spotted two that were quite larger than the others.” “What's the other quest?” The woman set down the sheet and picked up the other one. “An estimated six goblins took over a cave where a farmer was growing mushrooms. They have not acted hostile towards him or his family, but they're causing a huge racket and they've already killed two of his cows.” “How far?” “Ten kilometers.” “We'll take that one for today.” The Guild Girl tilted her head slightly. “Are you sure? I thought you would want the one where you could rack up more kills.” “Normally, yes, but we can not make such a long journey today, for our own reasons. Also, nobody is in danger at the mansion, while the goblins in the cave could strike at any time.” “Very well, Goblin Slayer. The reward is-” “Doesn't matter. I'll be back tonight to collect whatever it is.” He turned away from the counter and strode across the room, stopping in front of the Priestess. “We have a quest. We head out as soon as I buy the potions I need and check for scrolls. Come now.” The Priestess looked up at him through unfocused eyes. Her knees bounced up and down frantically, and her arms were crossed tightly around her staff. Her cheeks and forehead were bright red, and her breathing was strained and loud. “I don't know if I can stand up,” she whispered. “I need relief so badly, Goblin Slayer. Please, let me go to the privy and let out even just a little bit, so I can keep walking...” “No,” Goblin Slayer stated. “If you release even a little bit in goblin territory, it will draw them to us. That is the purpose of this training, to teach you how to hold it for as long as you need to, even if you're frightened, even if you've been waiting all day.” “But you aren't 'teaching' me anything!” she complained. “You're just making me sit here, bursting, but I don't know how I can keep it in anymore!” Goblin Slayer was silent for a moment, and then he exhaled deeply. “You're right. Very well. Listen to me, then. Your body is capable of holding a lot more than you think it is. What causes the intense sensations you're feeling is your brain thinking that you're able to relieve yourself at any time. In town, you use the privy at an inn or in the Guild Hall. On the road, you do it behind a tree. Holding it this long isn't something that you normally do, so you aren't mentally prepared for it. You need to overcome that. You need to suppress the part of your mind that thinks you're allowed to relieve yourself and let your body do its job. Once your body understands that you will not be able to empty your bladder any time soon, the urgency will subside.” “You can't be right,” the Priestess mumbled. “I need it so, so badly. There's no way I could possibly hold any more. It's...it's gonna come out...” “Feel your stomach.” “Huh?” “Right under your navel. Press in on it.” The Priestess sighed and did as she was asked. She placed a hand on her stomach and pushed in on her soft skin. As she increased the pressure, she felt an immense jolt in her bladder that caused her to squeak and twist up her legs again. “Why are you making me press on my bladder, some almost just came out...” “Your skin is still soft. I saw how far you pressed in before you felt it. When your bladder fills, and I mean really fills, the skin will stretch and tighten as your bladder expands. When you can't compress the skin even one centimeter, that is when you are truly reaching your limit. That is the point you need to reach, and you need to be able to exist at that point for an extended period of time while remaining composed and combat-ready. You have to train your body to be unable to relax unless you want it to, and that is what we are doing today. Now stand up, put it out of your mind, and follow me.” Goblin Slayer turned and walked to the door of the Guild Hall, waiting with his gauntlet wrapped around the handle. The Priestess inhaled deeply and forced herself to her feet, fighting as hard as she could to stand steadily. She could feel the sweat between her thighs, her womanhood throbbing in desperation, her bladder contracting over and over again, knowing that there was a privy a mere ten meters across the room. However, she clenched her fists around her staff once more and followed Goblin Slayer back onto the busy street. The Alchemist's shop was only two doors over, and they quickly entered the small showroom. Rows of multicolored potions lined the shelves behind the counter, but the Alchemist was nowhere to be seen. There was, however, a tall and very busty woman in black robes, wearing a pointed hat over her long violet hair. The Witch stood near the right side of the counter, leaning forwards to read the labels on the rows of potions. As the two adventurers entered, she stood straight and looked to them. “Well hello there, Goblin Slayer,” she said in her usual slow, intentionally sexualized voice. “What brings you in...” she trailed off, turning her eyes to the Priestess, who was vibrating on the spot, one leg planted on the ground and the other folding up and down at a rate of twice per second. “Never mind, what's going on there?” she asked, pointing at the clearly distressed girl. “She wet herself twice while fighting goblins,” Goblin Slayer said simply. “I'm teaching her how to hold it in so it doesn't happen again.” “DON'T TELL PEOPLE THAT!” the Priestess shrieked, covering her face and turning around to face the wall. The Witch released a loud, sultry laugh, then strode over to the two of them. She placed a hand on the Priestess' shoulder and spun the girl around, leaning down to match her height. “Only Goblin Slayer would come up with training so...unique,” she said. “As unorthodox as it is, I have to say...the ability to go ages without relief is truly a gift for any adventurer. Especially if you're going after creatures sensitive to smells. If there's one thing that I know about our Goblin Slayer, it's that he is no pervert. You have nothing to worry about.” She stood up and looked over the counter, making sure the Alchemist was still out of sight. “You know, you shouldn't fold up your legs like that. It creates pressure. It feels so good to curl up and hold yourself, but if you really want to push your limits, you need to stand straight and do it with willpower alone.” “That's...that's sort of like what Goblin Slayer told me earlier...” the Priestess mumbled. “Well, it's true,” said the Witch. “When it gets really bad, your mind is what needs to be strong, it's not only about your body. It will take some time and practice to learn how to hold it properly, how to withstand the pain and pressure, but I believe in you.” The Priestess nodded and placed her other leg on the ground, shivering as she forced herself to stand still. “It's such a strange and powerful feeling,” she said, closing her eyes as she felt the waves of pressure between her legs. “I've never felt this before, do you really think I can keep holding it?” “How much did you drink?” the Witch asked. “It was... A little over three liters, I think,” the Priestess stated. “Oh wow,” the Witch said, a bit faster than her usual manner of speech. “That is a lot, and it's certainly going to come out at some point whether you like it or not. However, looking at you, I do think you do have some time left. If I could offer a bit of...womanly advice, you could try to learn how to...enjoy the sensations. That much pressure, right where it is. One could experience it as pain, or one could experience it as a source of pleasure.” The Priestess looked about ready to sink through the floor before Goblin Slayer intervened. “There's no place for pleasure while killing goblins. She has to learn how to deal with it while remaining focused. She'll-” He cut himself off as the alchemist finally stepped out from the back of the shop. The man eyed Goblin Slayer and the Witch, then turned towards his shelves of potions. “The usual orders?” he asked. “Yes,” Goblin Slayer stated, and the Witch nodded as well. The alchemist reached out and gathered up a number of small vials, then proceeded to pile them into two small sacks. He handed one to Goblin Slayer, and the other to the Witch. The two of them handed over some coin, and the alchemist thanked them and retreated back to his laboratory. “We're leaving,” Goblin Slayer said to the Witch. “See you next time.” “Please be careful with the girl,” the Witch said softly. “She isn't like us, she's not used to this kind of thing. If you push her too hard, she really might do it in the street. Such a thing is bad enough for a man, for a young woman it would truly be humiliating. Are you sure you won't grant her some relief before you move on?” The Priestess stood stiffly, her legs quivering but steady, the sweat on her deeply reddened face visible from across the room. Her eyes darted towards the door to the privy behind the alchemist's counter, the slightest flicker of hope growing in her tortured soul. Goblin Slayer turned to the Witch. He looked between her and the Priestess, and then shook his head. “Goblins will never be careful with her. Goblins aren't concerned that she isn't as experienced as us. Goblins will one day push her further than I ever could. You are right, she is not like us. But she has to become like us as soon as possible. Don't get in my way.” The Priestess' eyes lowered to the floor as Goblin Slayer pulled the door open and ushered her back onto the busy street. I can't take it anymore, the Priestess thought as she walked past dozens of citizens and other adventurers, her bladder contracting and throbbing with every step. I need to go, I NEED to, I can't walk any further like this, it's going to come out, right here in the street, everyone will see, I'll have to leave town. It's too much, the pressure is impossible to withstand. “GOBLIN SLAYER!” the Priestess yelped, reaching out and gripping his left gauntlet tightly. He stopped and looked down at her strained, teary face. “Goblin Slayer, I'm...I'm going to have an accident, I can't walk anymore. Please, you have to let me hide somewhere, you have to let me release some of it!” She could not see any expression through the slits in his helmet, but she knew that his eyes were locked on her own. She knew he could see the agony in her eyes, the absolute desperation that she felt. He had to understand that she couldn't go any further. Goblin Slayer slowly reached his right hand across his body, using it to detach her small hand from his arm. He then took his left hand and placed it gently on her shoulder, still staring straight at her. She had no idea what was going through his mind as he stood there for what had to be twenty seconds. And then he shook his head and removed his hand from her shoulder. “We're going to the blacksmith. Stay close.” The Priestess' arms dropped limply to her sides as the man began walking again. Drops of sweat fell from her chin, landing on her chest and boots. I guess I tried, she thought helplessly as she watched him walk away. I am trying. I really am. I understand that this will help me in the future, but I'm really at my limit. I guess I'll just do it here. It's not like I have a choice. The Priestess took a small step, separating her feet to shoulder width. As soon as she did so, she felt her bladder preparing to release itself all over her robes, boots, and the ground under her. The pressure built up, and she relaxed her muscles. Just as she felt her water preparing to burst out of her, felt that tingly and intense build up just before the release, the residual feeling of Goblin Slayer's hand on her shoulder slipped into her mind. Wait. Somehow, in a crime against reality itself, she held back. She realized it, just then. The reason why Goblin Slayer was doing this. I already know that he doesn't want me to become a liability. He doesn't want me to endanger the party. That's all true. But it's more than that. He wants to keep me safe. I felt it, when he was looking at me, even though I couldn't see his face. He doesn't want to be doing this any more than I do. He's fought so hard to protect me, almost died for my sake more than once. He cares about me. He really does. He wants me to become stronger so that if he's ever not there to save me, I can save myself. He doesn't want to put me through this, but he has to, because it's just one of many things that I need to do if I'm ever going to be his equal, if he's ever going to trust me the way that I trust him. The Priestess' hands found their strength again and gripped her staff tightly. She stood straight once more, biting her lip to restrain a shout as her bladder thundered, furious at the tease of relief it felt before being clamped shut again. And then she began to walk, step after step as her body cried out in torment, unable to comprehend why she was forcing it to endure such punishment. She pursed her lips and picked up her pace, catching up with Goblin Slayer just as he reached the door of the blacksmith's shop. As he reached for the door handle, she grasped his gauntlet again. “Priestess-” he started, clearly ready to scold her for her repeated attempts at gaining his permission for relief. “I understand,” she interrupted. “I get why we're doing this now, and I'll hold on as long as you want me to, no matter what. I'm sorry for doubting you. Let's go in.” Goblin Slayer stared at her for a moment, and then nodded slowly. “That's good to hear.” He looked to the door handle again, and after a moment, he dropped his arm. “Listen, it's almost certain that no new scrolls came in since yesterday. Let's get on the road. I'll stop by tomorrow." The Priestess blinked and her gaze turned to the road heading out of the town. "Really? We can leave already?" Goblin Slayer nodded slowly. "Yes. I choose to believe in you, that you'll continue to hold on despite being alone on the road with me. It is unnecessary for me to parade you around town as you are. You seem to have things figured out now, that this has to be done, so we will leave the town, head towards our objective, and you will be protected when you finally do reach your true limit." The Priestess performed some imitation of a salute, forcing her legs to stay still as her bladder's continued attempts to empty itself went without answer. "Thank you, Goblin Slayer. Now let's move." To Be Continued. Probably.
  22. So. I used to be really really good at holding. I think the most I ever held at once was around 1.5 L, I'm only 5'4 so that's a pretty big amount. Then one day I decided to do a pee holding challenge that went like this: I was going to go 8 hours without peeing. Every hour I'd drink one whole bottle of water. I ended up not being able to hold it the whole day. My bladder got nice and big, erotically full and all, and to hold it I ended up releasing a couple hundred mLs. When I got home I practically burst, I measured about 1 L which isn't a lot at all compared to my record. I did a rapid desperation hold the next day and had a full fledged accident at 750mL. Which upset me a lot, I never have actual accidents. So I waited a month to let my bladder rest before I did it again. I did lots of kegel excersises, trained my pelvic floor and stuff like that. Next hold I did a month later I was able to hold 1.25 L which is much more! But still not enough for me :(. Is there any way to train my bladder any better? To be clear, in normal life this isn't affecting me in any way. I'm not having incontinence issues, because I can hold my pee for 9 hours through an entire shift at work if I have to (which I don't, I get breaks, but sometimes the bathrooms are disgusting.) It's just when I hold large amounts. Bottom line: how can I train my bladder to hold as much as I used to be able to? Accidents are hot as fuck, but I'd like to be able to hold for capacity and hold much more before I wet. My goal originally was to reach 1.75L capacity, maybe even 2L, but now I'd be happy with just 1.5L like before. Any help is appreciated.
  23. Tomorrow morning I hand over the metaphorical key to my bladder to @irvingarlington for about12 hours. I’ll need his permission to pee, change, or take care of any... excitement. For a large portion of the day he may also command me to wet, hold, drink, wear a diaper, edge, or complete other tasks he decides, all while completing g some Sunday chores. I’ll try to share at least a bit of what he puts me through, depending on what we are both comfortable with me sharing. This is a first experience post for me and my first control experience quite like this... Hopefully people are interested 🙂
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