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Today, Constance awoke for another Saturday weekend, well rested and serene. The season was now fall, the month being September, and the temperatures lessened. It was only in the mid-70's but still comfortable and sunny warm. The winds were a mild yet calm for this time of this year. It was a little sad for Constance, wishing the summer heat didn't disappear. But she knew life goes on in the grand scheme of the orbital revolution around the sun. She awoke for her morning exercises, showered, and ate her breakfast. Of course, she ate only in her robe. Though it was only warm, Constance chose to sunbathe as she did a few months ago. She learned from her mistakes choosing to only do so when she was certain her trusted maid was present and checking the weather for sure. Her cell phone remained with her at all times and the door to the balcony kept open with a door stand at the bottom. (Please see Nude, Bursting, Afraid and Wet). Constance viewed the weather and traffic updates 6 times every morning she went for sunbathing. She also requested her trusty maid view these updates during the afternoon just in case anything changes. She didn't want another rude awakening catching her off guard like before. So far the weather showed everything to be in good order and the traffic looking excellent. Now the only thing left was for her trusted maid to show up. She knew Gayle would arrive late today due to a physical examination by her primary care physician and purchasing a new registration card for her vehicle. That meant awaiting her return at 11 am. Constance prepared her chair and table for thr balcony and the food she would eat today. -------------------------------- Fast forward to 11 am and strangely, no word from her maid. Constance looked out the window to see only her Cadillac in the driveway. No one showed up to her home. Constance didn't feel as cheerful but she figured Gayle would show up soon. She turned on the television and viewed the traffic update. To her dismay, the route Gayle has to take experienced some heavy traffic due to another accident. Constance made a noise of annoyance. "What the hell is wrong with drivers. It's a two-way road with one lane in both directions. Common sense would tell you people not to congest it with stupidity. I don't get some people. This is the third time this month my maid has to arrive late. Oh Gayle. I hope you arrive soon." She knew Gayle always left early enough and still accidents would make her late. Constance never scolded her maid knowing that Gayle arrived on time always. The only time she arrived late was when there was traffic issues on the route here. It was usually due to rush hour or an accident, usually due to someone not using the common sense or reading the signs. After 30 minutes, Gayle arrived and even honking her car horn as a sign of her arrival. Constance got up, unlocked the door, and opened it to see her trusty maid arrive. But Constance had this dumbfounded look on her face based upon her maid's somewhat nervous frantic nature. Gayle walked awkwardly and quickly, almost bobbing up and down. Gayle put on what appeared to be a brave face nervously. "H-Hi Constance. I'm here oh oh goodness oh my I'm late I'm late. I'll get started right away." Gayle hurried inside, put her bag down, pulled out her duster and began dusting right away. It was as if she was trying to avert imminent disaster and hopefully dusting right this second would help. Constance walked up to Gayle with worry and concern. "Gayle it's fine." But Gayle kept dusting frantically and moving at great speed, already finishing the night stand, vase, and the nearby doorknob at the front door. She spoke trying to maintain her calm and assuring that she was right down on to working. "Don't worry I'm here and that's all that matters. Please forgive for my tardiness. It won't happen again." Gayle said in quick response. Constance tried to assure it was fine but Gayle just became more antsy. "I'mhereandthatsallpleaseletmefinish!" Constance back away, a little offended but took it as it was. Constance could see her trusty maid in such a frenzy, unable to understand what was the reason for the proverbial fire lit up the rear end of her maid. Gayle bobbed up and down ever so slightly trying to maintain her composure. At times, she came close to crossing her one leg over the other by putting it in front of the other. Gayle understood how much Constance didn't like tardiness, witnessing her unhappy nature towards others whom state an eta but miss it completely. On Gayle's first day after the interview, the plumber was supposed to show up at about 2 pm but instead he showed up 3 and a half hours later. Constance was so upset but the toilet wasn't flushing well. It was of the utmost importance to Constance that it was fixed and had to endure the wait time. Once the plumber showed up, she vented her annoyance and the fact she help up part of her whole day for this. She could have made a sale but put off helping a client for the sake of this man. She felt so unprofessional. But she held off her angry thoughts to ensure the plumber finished the work. But she didn't come off nice and fluffy either. She was direct and honest, but with a certain tact so as not to come off as a raging, undisciplined nut bag. Still, Gayle understood this and always ensured never to arrive late. The only time she almost became fired was a few months ago when Constance was locked out on the balcony during a horrid thunderstorm. Despite Constance's apologies for accusing her, Gayle understood how horrible it was for her to not show up in a timely manner. From then on, Gayle worked harder to ensure she covered all the bases. She wouldn't admit it but at times she put off using the toilet, even during one of her break periods. Constance wondered what was wrong with Gayle. "What the heck was that? Why was she becoming even more antsy? That isn't like her. Fine if she wants to be that way so be it. As long she does the work as always." She continued to read her novel enjoying it so much while cooking her heavy lunch. So far the weather was looking up and still no storms or build up of clouds in the sky. Gayle continued dusting the rest of the first floor as she always had. She dusted the picture frames, the decorations, door knobs, and the like. But Gayle bobbed up and down more than before. And now, after 30 minutes, began putting one leg in front of the other. Something bothered her and it only became more aware to her. This urge was instinctive and yet necessary. Once she finished the dusting, Gayle fast walked to the laundry hamper to complete the laundry. She began rummaging through the hamper for the towels and sheets. She always had to do those first, then the undergarments, followed by everything else. That was the way Constance expected things to be done. Gayle's anxious behavior only became more when it seemed impossible to find the towels. "Towels towels where are the-here they are. Gotchya." She carefully bent down and began collecting the towels. She put huge handfuls into the laundry bin near the hamper until all the towels were collected. Gayle quickly stood up and made a quick b-line for the washing machine. She opened the door and threw the towels into the machine, and went straight for the detergent and bleach. She poured them in quickly and started the machine. Amazingly, she performed everything as per her client's specifications. Now, on to the dishes. But as soon as she entered the kitchen, Constance stopped her. "Is everything okay? You've been in such a hurry. What's wrong?" Constance asked. Gayle didn't want to say for it was embarrassing. "You can tell me anything. Is everything alright?" Constance asked again. Gayle felt the need to confess, not wanting to upset her client. "I-I just don't want to .. to .. to ....... to to ... oh alright. I ... I have to pee like crazy. I drank so much water this morning before going for the dmv which was a pain in the neck. Then, I went to my doctor's office for my physical but after staying there for so long, I learned my appointment was canceled. The time was approaching when I was supposed to show up and there was the accident and being late and you don't like being late so I rushed here and started working. But I gotta pee so bad and the office only allows for peeing when called in for thr urine sample. Once I came here I had to start work right away and not ask for a bathroom trip which is unprofessional and rude so I didn't ask." Constance remained silent with one eyebrow raised. Her trusted maid wasn't able to go and spoke the whole truth in one breath. Plus, she could see how dedicated she was. Gayle continued to say "Sometimes I don't pee ever since that time you got locked out and now I have to remain even more vigilant when you sunbathe and-" but she was cut off. Constance responded to her reasons. "Gayle stop! ....... you don't have to suffer like this. You aren't just my maid. You are also a good friend. I don't want to see like this. It isn't break time but you can go when you need to. It's okay. I'm not going to report you. It's not like you go every so often." Gayle, bobbing up and down couldn't believe what she was hearing. "When I said I don't like tardiness I mean it and still hold you to it. But I am reasonable. And I don't want a mess on my floors. And that time I was locked out you weren't responsible after all. Go take of yourself. And don't do this again. Understand?" Constance asked. Gayle replied "Yes. I understand." She made her way to the guest bathroom and closed the door. She undid her black trouser work pants and lowered them. She sat down and relaxed her muscles. Out came a stream of her golden nectar which struck the toilet bowl down below. For a whole 20 seconds, she emptied her bladder and finished. She wiped herself completely and pulled up her clothes. She flushed, washed up, and went back to work. From then on, Gayle and Constance bettered their working relationship.
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Hi! This is a story based on a drawing I saw on Reddit, although I don’t know the author, or exactly what it was based on. The user who posted it said, “I think the picture is based on the anime 'maria-sama ga miteru' their names from left to right are mizuno yoku, ogasawara sachiko and fukusawa yumi“ I completely ignored the names for this story, but Suzan would be Mizuno, Jane would be Ogasawara, and Lily would be Fukusawa (who is Jane’s sister, though somewhat optionally). [the events of this picture have not yet occurred in the story. They happen near the end. See the picture later] Skip to the story if you don’t need context. Suzan is the lady of this house, and is an inventor. She has a laboratory down in the finished basement. Jane and her little sister (or just companion) Lily work for her as maids, and the three are good friends. One day, Suzan is working on something, and ends up testing it on Jane. The end result is that Jane’s body is self-hydrating, and particularly her kidneys are super producing urine at an increasing rate. Thankfully, the effects do not inherently hurt Jane’s body at all, but they are inconvenient nonetheless for obvious reasons. Suzan feels deeply guilty, and immediately sets to work on an antidote for this new effect. While that is in the works, she quickly develops a “comfort model” diaper to help alleviate some of the inconvenience for the time being. As a safety measure she hopes she doesn’t need, Jane goes to bed in such a diaper, as Suzan continues work on the antidote. === BEGIN STORY === Jane woke up with a full bladder, but equally full nappy. “This is getting ridiculous,” she thought, as she struggled out of bed. As she did so, she noticed that majority of the pee in the diaper was still warm, and at first she though with alarm that this meant she must have wet within the past couple of minutes, and was already desperate again. But then she remembered, “Oh, right. ‘Comfort model.’” As Suzan had hoped and promised, the extra warmth retaining properties (and other features) she had engineered into the special diaper did indeed make it more comfortable after being pissed in, though an unexpected side effect was the loss of a subliminal sense of time since whenever Jane had peed herself. It quite literally felt as if she was perpetually just having wetted. Even so, she endured until after she had dressed herself, after she had washed her face, after the diaper was thrown away, and after she had dried the pee off her skin, before she finally treated herself to blissful relief on the porcelain. After all, she wasn’t the kind to put pleasure before duty, and while Jane of course normally liked weeing as much as the next maidservant, with the condition she was in, this was definitely in the pleasure category. She moaned helplessly as she quickly began pissing quite hard, ringing melodically against the toilet bowl, without letting up for about a minute and ten seconds. The last twenty seconds after that were slower, though, and she was able to regain some of her composure before she finished. With the business done, she got up to start her morning duties. It wasn’t too long into starting breakfast, however, that she realized she had forgotten to put on any panties. Oh, well. Meanwhile, six slices of bacon and six eggs were soon frying, and her bladder was soon feeling in want of a wee. “Come on,” she thought to herself, “it’s barely been ten minutes, and I already need to pee again.” “I’m done setting the table!” Lilly interrupted Jane’s thoughts. Then she noticed Jane’s legs crossing. “Um… Do you want to pee?” As a matter of fact, blankin’ right she wanted to pee. She wasn’t about to admit that in front of Lilly, though. Lilly had tended to overdramatize things in Jane’s opinion. She uncrossed her legs, and said casually, “Well, a little, but I can hold it.” This statement was about half true, and might’ve been entirely true normally, but considering the current state Jane was in, the idea that the urge would remain “a little” for long was highly optimistic. “Okay. Just be ready in case of an emergency, alright?” “Alright,” Jane answered, feeling Lilly was acting a bit silly. She wasn’t about to have an accident like a three-year-old. The condition was mostly… annoying, that was it, annoying. She didn’t need babying from her sister. She pressed her legs together again. This was particularly annoying. Jane put the eggs and bacon into serving dishes, and Lilly brought them to the table while Jane went to wake up Suzan. She resisted the temptation to scissor walk up the stairs to Suzan’s bedroom, but mostly because it would either drastically slow her down or make it very hard to balance. The urge to pee was becoming very strong indeed. Arriving at Suzan’s bedroom, she knocked gently on the door. “Suzan?” Nothing. She opened it a bit, and called again. “Suzan?” Still nothing, so she stepped inside. The bed was empty. “Oh, of course,” Jane sighed, and went back down the stairs (!), to the basement made laboratory door, and peeked in. There was Suzan, wearing her lab coat over her evening dress from the night before, slumped over the table. “Suzan?” Jane whispered loudly, but to no avail. She had hoped she wouldn’t have to descend yet another flight of stairs, but descend she did, and gently shook Suzan awake. “Ooh, what time is it?” The lady of the house said slowly. “It’s, uh, 7:24, in the morning. Breakfast is ready,” Jane answered, now standing firmly on one foot. Suzan glanced at the items scattered around her workspace. “Oh, good. I wasn’t dreaming that part. Well, there’s still more to do, but… *yawn* …I think I finally have a cure in the works for, um, what I did to you yesterday.” She glanced nervously at Jane’s bladder. “I’m really sorry about that. It m-must have been horribly inconvenient…” Suzan was not one to get emotional, but it had been one of her first human tests, and ironically what had caused the problem was the antidote to the initial experiment. She had tested it on Guinea pigs first, of course, but then who expects a Guinea pig to moderate where and when it pees? “Suzan,” Jane looked her straight in the eye, “it’s all right. I’ll be fine! You did the best you could. I forgive you.” “*Sniff* Thank you,” Suzan answered, and the two embraced. “Jane? Suzan? If you don’t come soon, the eggs are going to get cold!” Lily called from the kitchen. Suzan hung up her lab coat, quickly rinsed her face (which Jane was not quick enough to avoid witnessing, to her dismay. Why did laboratory sinks have to sound so tinkly when water splashed in them?), and the two headed upstairs. Sitting down at the table, Jane really was in a desperate state. She was now very much aware that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and the non-water-retaining cushion on her chair (Suzan’s work, and one of her favorite inventions so far) seemed to be begging her, “Piss me, piss me wet soaked with piss, please! It won’t hurt a thing.” She couldn’t argue. Everything in the house that wasn’t absolutely separate from the laboratory had been spill-proofed, including the composite floor. She could probably piss a few bushels before it would hurt anything, if not more. Bad time to think of that. A small spurt escaped onto the cushion. Her bladder had hit maximum, and Jane was losing control, fast. “No!” she thought, “I will go to the b… place on my own time. I’m finishing breakfast first.” Thankfully, she only had two bites of eggs left. One bite, one half… Done. She picked up her dishes as a pretense. Even now, she didn’t want to admit a loss of control, although one was undeniably looming. “*Swallow* I, uh, I’ll go w-wash this up in the kitche-AAAAH, AHH!” At the mention and thought of the warm, soapy water on her hands, Jane’s sphincter quite emphatically decided that it had had enough. She began pissing hard, and fell helplessly back into the turned-away chair, dropping the plate and spoon onto the floor (thankfully, the plate did not break). She tried to stop the flow, and even to get up and run to the bathroom, but her bladder was too exhausted to cooperate. Suzan immediately got up to help her, but quickly realized there was not much she could do. So instead, she took Jane’s hand, and began to comfort her, “It’s okay, Jane, it’s okay. Don’t hurt yourself. You did a good job. Just let it all fly away. It won’t hurt the floor. Just let yourself pee.” For about two seconds, Jane debated as to wether she should follow Suzan’s advice: It was so counterintuitive. But, Suzan was probably correct, and she was the lady of the house, so Jane relaxed. Almost immediately, her peeing became extremely pleasurable. She was peeing harder and harder, more than she ever had before in her life. She was blushing, panting, and moaning from the sensation. She was still holding weakly onto Suzan’s hand for some reason, a seeming last touch with familiar reality as her urethra was taking her round the moon and back. Suzan wasn’t sure what Jane’s various exclamatory sounds meant, so she asked, “Are you okay?” Jane threw her head back, and moaned, “Yeeeees…!” Susan blushed herself, and hunched a bit from happy embarrassment. At least something good was coming of the accident yesterday. Jane went back to observing her stream, and the puddle she was making. It was hardly believable! [picture occurs here] Meanwhile, Lily had also gotten up to comfort Jane, but, like Suzan, was now staring in amazement as Jane continued to power piss, far surpassing what her bladder could’ve possibly been carrying to start with. Although it seemed like stream would eventually be proven finite, Jane certainly wasn’t going to be done any time soon, and she didn’t want to be done yet, either.
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Scene 1 - A desperate maid cleaning the floor wets herself infront of her boss. Scene 2 - The actress desperate to pee sits on the couch and talks to the cameraman. As time passes she grows more and more desperate, she then takes her panties off and pulls up her dress and pees on the floor. Scene 3 - The woman again desperate to pee sits on a chair while someone uses a vibrator to make her lose control and wet herself. She then takes off her shorts and panties, they then use another vibrator to make her piss herself again. Scene 4 - A man and woman sit together on couch and after some giggling, kissing, playing with her boob etc. the man then rubs her crotch making her piss herself. Scene 5 - The woman is given a vibrator to play with until she loses control and pisses herself. The Full Uncut version has everything above plus sex scenes Screenshots are in order of the files EnjoyFree -
View File MIDD-879 Scene 1 - A desperate maid cleaning the floor wets herself infront of her boss. Scene 2 - The actress desperate to pee sits on the couch and talks to the cameraman. As time passes she grows more and more desperate, she then takes her panties off and pulls up her dress and pees on the floor. Scene 3 - The woman again desperate to pee sits on a chair while someone uses a vibrator to make her lose control and wet herself. She then takes off her shorts and panties, they then use another vibrator to make her piss herself again. Scene 4 - A man and woman sit together on couch and after some giggling, kissing, playing with her boob etc. the man then rubs her crotch making her piss herself. Scene 5 - The woman is given a vibrator to play with until she loses control and pisses herself. The Full Uncut version has everything above plus sex scenes Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 08/24/2021 Category JAV Collections
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Maybe I make a series about the princess, I don't know yet ^^ I am a princess of a country far away. I'm my parents pride, soft and gentle, as a true princess should be. But I have a secret. A very dark secret. I am not innocent. I am sadistic and like to make my maids hold for me. Especially when a girl just became a woman and starts discovering her body. I can't resist this. Sometimes I make even princes hold. Their pride won't let them tell me about their needs. It's so fun and arousing to see their desperation grow. Now I tell you about the ball we held some time ago. I had a new favorite maid. I noticed, that she was very shy around me, so I picked her to be my personal maid for that evening. Beforehand I told her what she had to expect. She looked at me like a puppy, when I told her that she can't leave my side, not even for one second. She haste my food and all my drinks to make sure I won't get poisoned. She felt honoured, didn't think about the meaning of this. And then the ball came. I called my maid and even let her wear one of my old dresses. I picked it on purpose, the corsage was very tight around the stomach. She was happy and accompanied me smiling down the stairs. I kept her always in sight, made her eat and drink. She was my pet. A pet, that started to feel uncomfortable as the hours went by. I saw the slight shifting and sometimes she even bent a bit over. I decided to raise her desperation and gave her signs to follow me outside. I led her to the toilet and told her to wait and stand guard. I left the door open, so she could hear me piss. I heard a whimper from her and saw her hands crumpling the dress „What's wrong dear?“ I asked her softly, playing dumb. She blushed „N-Nothing, your majesty. B-But may I use the toilet too please?“ I got out and looked at her in shock „Of couse not! This toilet is for my family! You need to use the one in the maids chambers, but this is on the other side of the castle and we have to go back to the ball. You must not leave my side for so long.“ she looked at me desperately „Of course your majesty.“ she took a deep breathe and forced a smile. I took her hands „I can't be that bad, you barely drank anything. Maybe you're just dehydrated. I make sure to get a nice pot full of water for you when we're back in.“ the smile left her face and her eyes widened „Oh your majesty, please no. Really, my bladder is...“ she bit her lip and blushed. I put my hand on her stomach and pushed hard, making her wince and bending over „Oh dear, it's half empty, trust me. Your bladder has a lot of space left.“ I dragged her back inside and kept her even closer, made sure that she drank more and could hear the sound when the cups got filled. As the evening went by, I saw little pearls of sweat on her face and noticed she barely dared to move anymore. Then I decided, it should be enough. I said my good bye and dragged her out of the room „I want you to describe it to me. How full is your bladder, how are you feeling?“ she took small steps „Oh your majesty, my bladder is so full, it feels like bursting any minute. It hurts to hold that much and I will be very happy, when I can finally use the bathroom.“ I smiled at her „Of course my dear. But first you need to help me get ready for bed. You won't let me wait for your personal needs, right?“ she bit her lip again, but shook her head „Of course not your majesty. My duty as your maid comes first.“ I took her hand and forced her to walk faster „Good, but if you walk in that speed, you'll never reach the toilet.“ she whimpered but tried her best to adjust to my pace. In my room she helped me get out of my dress and into my nightgown. Before she could leave, I took her hand „Wait my dear. This is my dress. We need to take it off.“ I loosened the corsage and she took a deep breathe „Oh that feels so much better your majesty.“ she smiled and I put my arms around her from behind „Really dear? Does your bladder still feels like bursting?“ she looked surprised over her shoulder „It still feels really full your majesty, but it's better than before.“ I smiled and put my hands on her lower abdomen. I could feel her bladder, not really hard, but surely uncomfortably full. I pushed hard and she squeaked surprised, slammed her legs together and bent over „You m-majesty, please.... No, please.... I can't hold it when you push that hard...“ this was what I wanted to hear. I dragged her to the bed and made her lie down. She panted, her legs still pressed together and now blushing too, realising that she was naked „Y-our majesty, what are you planning?“ I smiled „Well, I had fun at the ball, but the fun isn't over yet, dear.“ I took the carafe and filled a glass with water „Drink.“ she hesitated, but when she saw my strict look, she gave in immediately and drank. I made her drink the whole water, saw her stomach swell more and massaged it, so it would make its way into her bladder faster. She didn't try to resist me, just her look became more and more desperate. When I was pretty sure, there wasn't much water left that would move into her bladder, I asked again how her bladder felt. She swallowed, tried to find the right words „Your majesty, it feels like every drop that goes into my bladder, hits it like a brick. It feels like every drop might be too much and I really have to focus to not let go.“ I smiled, this was what I wanted to hear „Then maybe I should help you dear and distract you from your need.“ I forced her legs to open and put my hand in between, one finger pressing on her pee hole „Does this help?“ she looked a bit confused but more relaxed „Yes, your majesty, thank you.“ I smiled and slowly started rubbing her clit with my thumb. She bit her lip, tried to suppress every reaction. But I saw her nipples harden and felt her leak fluids which surely were no pee. I couldn't resist and licked her nipples. She moaned surprised and a shiver ran through her body. I felt how much she clenched her muscles to hold her pee in and took my finger from her pee hole „No! Your majesty, please!“ she grabbed my hand in panic and pressed it again between her legs „This is what you want dear?“ my thumb went from rubbing her clit to her pee hole and pressed against it while my fingers played with the entrance to her body „Well?“ I asked and sucked at her nipple. She moaned in lust, her hands grabbing a pillow. She didn't answer so I thrusted two of my fingers hard into her.“ she nearly screamed as I pushed like this against her overfilled bladder from the inside „Your majesty, please let me pee. I can't take it anymore!“ she was shaking heavily, but I looked strict at her „You can hold it and you will hold it. You will not pee, do you understand?“ she breathed heavily, lust and agony mixed together „I try your majesty, really, I try my best.“ I pushed again against her bladder and she whimpered and squirmed. The more she squirmed, the harder I pushed. I felt her bladder throbbing, could imagine how much she was dying for a piss. I wanted to test her strength, wanted to push her over her limits. I sat next to her, my fingers still deep inside her and massaging her bladder. My other hand softly stroked from her breasts to her stomach, to that meanwhile hard bulge. I started massaging it from the outside now too and she moaned louder in agony and pain. Finally I took my hand away from between her legs and forced her to sit. I sat behind her, while she had both hands between her legs, holding on for dear life „No my dear.“ I took her hands away and pushed with both hands hard against her bladder. The fight was over before it even started. Her tired muscles simply gave up. She screamed as the floodgates opened and she peed long and hard. I kept rubbing her clit while she peed and when her bladder finally was empty, she kept moaning and thrusted her hips against my hand. I made her cum and held her while she found her breathe again „Your majesty?“ she looked at me shyly „Yes, dear?“ she smiled „Your majesty... May I stay your personal maid?“ I looked at her surprised and she turned around and kissed me „Please your majesty. I would love more of such nights.“ I smiled and nodded „Very well, dear. Get the bed clean. As my personal maid, that is your duty too.“
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