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  1. Apparently shot discreetly, this voyeuristic video captures women waiting in line for a public bathroom, desperate to pee. The situation is so dire that the woman directly in front of our camera operator actually wets her pants. At the start of the scene, it is immediately apparent that the camera operator is standing in line for a public bathroom, with a couple of women in front of them. The camera is handheld, shooting from around waist level, perhaps a bit lower, creating the impression that this was shot very discreetly. We don’t get to see the faces of the women in line, but we do get a nice clear view of the backside of the person immediately in front of us. Both women in front of our camera operator are clearly desperate to pee, bouncing around and shifting their weight from one foot to another. The one directly in front of us, however, seems to be in an especially dire state. There are times that she crosses her legs and holds herself. Soon, we see why. With our camera operator zoomed in on her ass, we suddenly see a wet patch burst forth from between her legs. For a moment it seems like she may have regained control, but the moment soon passes and a large visible wet patch expands across her rear end and down her legs. We can clearly see the denim fabric grow wet as she pees her pants, drips emerge and run down the outside of the fabric. At one point, she reaches behind and feels the wet patch, but she doesn’t leave the line. We can only imagine that she may not be fully aware of how much she peed, or how visible her accident is. Even though her pants are clearly soaked, maybe she is still holding some back? Whatever the case, she remains in line, still waiting for the bathroom. This gives us some time to check out her wet pants before the camera operator stops recording.
  2. So I’ve been a naughty girl again. First of all thanks to everyone who submitted advice on filming an upskirt wetting. I had some trouble with it and as you can see from some of the establishing shots, I tried it in the college showers (using a bike light for lighting) but it didn’t work out, so in the end I did it in my room with a very strange set up involving my dresser half open, my desk light on the ground and lots of practice. So before I go into the technical details let me set the scene. I’ve been wanting to do an upskirt wetting for a while. I always love watching the pee cascading down the thighs and legs and find it so hot and erotic. There is something much more intimate about looking up someone’s skirt rather than just seeing them wet their jeans or something. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a good jeans wetting like the rest of them but like a few people said they love seeing the gusset of the panties darken and glisten before the pee cascades down, drawing erotic lines along the inner thighs. Believe me it’s fun to do and so it must be fun to watch too. So from my previous post on this (http://omorashi.org/topic/9064-tips-on-filming-up-skirt-wettings/) I have been thinking about doing this for a while now. And yes I am naughty and think naughty thoughts rather more than I should lately (could it be hormones?). Anyhow, I drank a whole pot of tea (dark super caffeinated tea as I’ve been trying to finish two reports) for breakfast (at 10 I’m a grad student and get up late, one of the few perks) and had some juice at around 11. I’m not very good a big holds so I started setting up almost immediately after 11. I first got dressed (yes I lounge around my flat in my PJs a lot of the time, again one of the few perks of being a grad student, plus they are super silky and are great to hang out in). I put on my favourite summer dress, it’s a black and white sleeveless summer with black trim and a wild black and white pattern on it. And it has a cute little bow around the waist. It’s been cold here and I basically have to go outside to get to the shower so I also put on some black tights. Underneath I had a random pair of baby blue panties, I really should have re-thought my panty choice and worn my frilly black lace rumba panties but I didn’t think of this until it was definitely too late. I also put on my only black bra and a cardigan as these work with the dress. I took a few pictures in my room with a flash just to see how I looked and decided the dress would look even cuter with a petticoat. I’m a big fan of full dresses and love a frilly petticoat. And so I pulled on a mid-length black lacy one (one of the few I have, sigh), and took a few more pictures. And it did look cute, thought the petticoat does add more shadow and lighting problems. So I got together my ‘shower kit’ and camera and brought along my strongest bike light, some blue tack and my vibrator (no messing around this time, plus it’s a little slim rechargeable one and heck you could take this anywhere, and probably should). So I went down to the usual bath/shower room and took a few establishing shots, isn’t the dress cute? I always feel like Sookie Stackhouse from True Blood in a summer dress, especially the full ones. I think looking up the dress looks like something a French maid would wear, hence the title of this shoot, you could call me the naughty little maid. Or, maybe minute-maid…(The pun will make more sense below). So at this point I was getting pretty desperate. For some reason with tea it’s not one of those really deep and strong desperations for me, rather it’s more like a very acute needing to go, especially around the sphincter. Sharp sort of pushing rather than a throbbing bladder kind of desperation. So I mucked about with the Bluetac, light and camera for a while trying to get a good shot. The light was not strong enough and I could not get the angle right with the tub and counter and things. Then the batteries on my camera died and I basically gave it up and went back upstairs. To anyone who was watching yes, I could have a shower and emerge in the same clothes, with identical makeup, dry hair and all, I’m just that good. So I decided to opt for the floor of my room and use another Goodnite sleepmat. Not the best choice as they are expensive and I only have a few of them left. But well anything for you guys. So I spent the next 30 minutes digging up new batteries, and trying to get the light (I ended up using my office light) and the camera angle right. The biggest problem is that you can’t check the back of the camera to see if the you got the shot without moving it, and well this of course makes it harder to put it down for the next shot. I ended up using tape and pens as an outline and a pile of socks and part of my drawer to prop the camera up. Yes you can see the edge of the lamp in the shots as well. This shone right up my skirt. My vagina felt like a movie star! Now by this time I was really desperate. As I’ve said elsewhere, I really don’t like making movies when I’m super desperate because I can’t concentrate on getting everything right. I played around with the camera and light for, as I said 30 minutes, and couldn’t quite get it right, I wanted to be able to show my gusset and hold my legs open so that the pee would run down both my legs. I even experimented with ziplock bags but the image was terrible (and my camera sucks to begin with). So I was really having trouble concentrating and probably should have set up the angles better but I really couldn’t hold it any longer. Basically I got the shot lined up like this: And then was like that’s good enough. I was practically leaking at this point, a 9 on the old scale. Now I couldn't bounce around too much for the video (as some of you know I do dance about when I gotta go), and I also didn't want to hold myself as this would get my dress and petticoat wet, and there’s a different between washing your panties and tights in the sink and dry cleaning your petticoat and summer dress. So I basically got the shot set up and then stayed in my spot (I had the places for my feet marked on the ground using a hair elastic) I was able to cross my legs a few times but at this point I was on the verge of wetting myself. I actually kind of forgot that I wanted to have my legs apart so you could all see my crotch get wet and stuff, and ended up pressing my thighs together really hard. No I’m not one to leak when I’ve really got to go. I might have one or two leaks and then the floodgates open and I drench myself. But today was different. With my legs glued together I was able to hold it, somewhat and what resulted was basically a constant stream of little leaks. Wetting 3.42.wmv I probably could have stopped these about halfway through but there was no way I could initially and also once I got started, well, I wanted to finish for all of you. So the first minute of the video is me really trying to hold on. The panties I was wearing were pretty thick cotton (as you can see from the after pictures) and the gusset absorbed the first few leaks pretty well. And with the sort of compression of the tights, the wet panties were really warm against my labia. Anyhow, so at 0:59, I let out the first leak. I had no idea what was going on down there, except the pee wasn’t really running down my legs, it was sort of running along my panty line and dripping off my bum. So throughout most of the film you can hear this drip, drip, drip, of the single spurts slowly making their way through my panties, tights, and then onto the floor. I tried shifting a few times to get it to run down my legs but I dared not move too much for fear of messing up the shot, which you can see is pretty well framed if I do say so. What you see here in this film is probably the longest wetting I’ve ever done. Usually I release and floosh, I’m drenched and it’s over. But since I was only letting out small spurts at a time (sometimes bigger ones like 1:30), I basically had pee running down my legs and off my bum for more than two minutes, which was very hot indeed. So a bit of play by play. After my big leak at 1:30, I managed to control things better and started letting out smaller leaks. As you can see it was all running down my right leg and so I shifted about trying to get it a little more even. Also with all the shifting you can see at times a hint of my panties through my tights which I think is super hot. By 2:40 I was letting out a constant small stream, trying to control it so it would not flood the mat I was standing on, or splash my camera. And by this time the pee was also running down the back of both of my legs. I will admit that I was throbbing in other ways and really turned on at this point. The pee kept dribbling out and running down my legs and onto my calves. It’s strange the tights are sort of more athletic tights than panty hose, and they do strange things with pee. I stopped filming once I stopped peeing, but I probably could have stood there for another minute or two and let the pee keep running down my legs as it was still dripping when I stopped but I really didn’t want to. I was very aroused by this point and needed a different kind of release. So I quickly shut off the camera and light (I was worried about it setting socks on fire) and took a shot of my puddle for you. As you can see kind of missed the centre and almost made another puddle on my carpet. But those little Goodnite mats are pretty good. Anyhow, I quickly took off my tights and panties and got a shot for you all and then was out of my dress and petticoat. I also took a few pictures up my wet skirt: After towelling off my legs and feet I jumped onto my bed and lay on my front to play with my vibrator wearing only my black bra. I put the towel over top of my pillow and put my pillow between my legs, like I used to do when I was younger. And humped my pillow while pressing my vibrator into my clit. It didn’t take me long. Right before I climaxed I looked over at my puddle and wet clothes and that put me over the edge. Then it was off to do laundry. I hope you all enjoy, don’t forget karma and positive feedback J Hugs Rachel p.s. For those who are interested, yes those are my wet little footprints in the middle of my naughty puddle.
  3. Wetting Shorts after a Hold View File I had been doing a hold for a couple of hours, and I started to leak so I rushed to my bathtub and it all poured out into my shorts. If felt so good (°////°) (Also I'm sorry it's tagged as Male, but there wasn't any category for enbys so eh?) Submitter SaQra Submitted 04/18/2019 Category Peeing
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  5. I was asked and often wondered myself if Sarah has had an accident at work. The law of averages say she must have done, that is if her mishaps are genuine accidents. Well yesterday being the good house husband that I am put the washer on before I left for work (I was last out of the house), there where only a few t-shirts and a pair of jeans remaining in the laundry. When I got in about 6pm, Sarah and the kids where already home and my evening meal was almost ready. Sarah said the kids had eaten and ask if I could put mine out as she had a spinning class. I did but not before checking the laundry basket after she had left. There were two pairs of black opaque tights, 3 pairs of cotton briefs and a grey skirt (see picture). Two pairs of knickers were wet half way up the front and the gussets of both sodden. The third pair didn't look to bad. Both pairs of tights were damp. The inner lining of the skirt looked OK but smelt strongly of urine. Sarah may not of had a major accident today I thought but clearly she had not been totally successful at going to the toilet. The episode I shall convey tonight happened 6 years ago, our youngest soon was 4 months old and Sarah had been having real problems staying dry following a difficult birth. Kegel exercises were being done by the 100s e each day. This was the only period of our marriage she semi opened up about the problem I think she could accept it was part of being a mother and this was a common thing, something she would be over soon enough. Well it may have improved but over, I am not so sure. Friends of ours had a daughter around the same time and we were god parents at the christening. This was followed by a buffet in the grounds of a local hotel. We had hired a room for the afternoon so the kids could sleep if they where getting restless and tearful. To cut a long story into something worth telling I had been nibbling away at my sandwiches when I realised I had not seen Sarah for over 20 minutes and the kids were still happy in the garden. I asked around but no one had seen her so I headed up to the room. I had a key so I let myself in. Sarah was in the bathroom naked apart from her bra sponging a dry clean only dress she had just bought the day before. She turned to look at me, shocked to see me but still a sight for sore eyes. Pert breasts, long plated hair and a full fluffy bush, something that has been well trimmed for several years now. “You OK darling” I asked Then came the immortal words which I have never heard her admit to for years now “I've wet myself” “Don't worry, we will sort it out, give me your dress, I will dry it with the hair dryer you clean yourself up. Have you got spare knickers and tights?” “Yes in the kids spare clothes bag”she replied know tuning her attention to cleaning her legs and pubic area. “What happened” I asked (something a I dare not ask these days) “I could not get to the toilet fast enough, I've wet the carpet in the corridor” “Did anyone see” “God I hope not” We laughed, had a cuddle and were in the garden 10 minutes later, nobody any the wiser.
  6. When city-girl Sosha encounters a bathroom emergency at Summer camp, the result is nothing short of disastrous in this humiliating video. Ah, summer camp! For some, it means crazy fun-filled days with friends and memories that last a lifetime, but for others, it can be a difficult experience that they would rather forget. Based on this video, we are guessing Sosha’s camp experience falls into the latter category. As the scene starts we join campers Olivia and Sosha as they are out for a nature hike, singing camp songs as they stroll through the wilderness. After a while, Sosha stops saying that she needs to pee, asking where the nearest bathroom is. Olivia explains that they are in the middle of the wilderness, that there isn’t a bathroom, but there are bushes all over. Not having a lot of experience in the outdoors, Sosha isn’t prepared to face the reality of having to relieve herself without proper facilities. Instead of figuring out how she is going to do it, she keeps arguing with Olivia, insisting there must be some other option. Despite her protests, a modern bathroom facility fails to suddenly manifest itself for Sosha’s use. Unwilling to accept any other solution, Sosha ultimately ends up having a gigantic wetting accident in her jeans as Olivia looks on, laughing. Completely humiliated, Sosha begs Olivia to look away, but Olivia can’t help but tease Sosha for wetting herself. Soon, Olivia realizes that Sosha is truly upset about having an accident and stops teasing her. Olivia gives Sosha a comforting hug and offers to pee in her pants as well so that Sosha won’t be alone. Sosha can’t believe Olivia would do such a thing for her, but Olivia seems to have no problem with it. As Sosha watches, Olivia floods her own pants intentionally. Now, both having wet pants, they decide to head back to the rest of the camp and clean themselves up.
  7. Hello everyone, I want to bring to you another of my wetting fun times, but I regret that this will be my last for some time. The primary reason being that in the process of making this little film for you (or more precisely taking photos after the video), I dropped my camera which was damaged. I will talk a bit more about this later but let me tell you about my fun and naughty times before discussing the sad fate of my camera. So I’ve been making a fair number of films lately, I find my interest in wetting myself for pleasure comes and goes in waves, not entirely unconnected with my cycle. I’m still figuring out how it works and what makes it more acute. But anyhow this was about a week ago (early October) and I was feeling particularly naughty. It also happened to be laundry day which considerably encourages my naughty times. I can be a naughty girl but I’m also practical and a poor student. I’m not inclined to wash things in my sink unless I absolutely have to and well jeans take a while to dry. So as it was laundry day, and as I want to try to showcase different kinds of panties in my wettings (cause you never know what people like and it’s fun to try different stuff), I decided to put on a pair of my largest granny panties. Yes every girl owns a pair of these whether they are willing to admit it or not. I bought these a while back in a bout of feeling a little heavy and they have a control top of sorts. As you can see in later pictures (or can you), they are silky tan coloured and they usually come out underneath certain formal dresses I have. But today I decided to put them on under my favourite pair of jeans. So I put on my granny panties and jeans, along with my favourite purple striped socks (why is it that purple show wet the best?) Along with a black top I wear far too often. I find I’m becoming pretty lazy with clothes and choosing them as I get further along in my degree, I might just risk becoming one of these grad students who wanders around campus in nothing but PJs, though I’m not at that point yet. I also decided to do a different kind of shoot. As you know, I usually put the camera on the little ledge and I’ve taken most of my videos from behind but this time I wanted to show the front. Funny aside but ever notice how when you do a film from one side that the pee tends to run down the opposite? Anyhow so I wanted to shoot a POV shot looking down as I had an accident. This meant that I could leave it a little later than normal, as setting the camera up just right is always very challenging. This would be easier in a way but the challenge would be holding the camera steady when I was filming. I try not to jump about too much but you never know what will work when you really gotta pee. So this was about 3 in the afternoon, I had done quite a lot of work during the day and decided to reward myself with a little fun. I changed into my fun clothes and started drinking. Now I had visited the loo earlier in the afternoon, probably around 1:30-2:00 (I can lose track of time if I’m really getting into things), but when I started I didn’t feel like I had to go, but I was definitely not empty. The one thing I like about control top panties, and the pair I had on, was that they come up way over the waist line of your jeans, so if you wiggle about, you can feel the jeans rubbing on the satiny fabric of the panties. Say what you will about how they look but they can feel amazing. This was what I changed into: So I had tea, this always seems to go right through me, I know is the caffeine and well I’m not really much of a coffee person (old habit). So I made a pot of Earl Gray and settled in with a good non-fiction I’ve been trying to work on. Now I’m a fast reader, it comes with spending large portions of my day reading, so by the time I had finished the pot (which came out to about 4 medium sized glasses, each with sugar and soy milk, of course), I had been about an hour and a half and I had finished off a good 100 pages. I’m reading a book about American political culture, (Deer Hunting with Jesus) to help understand American voters (or lack thereof) a little better. All you American members should go out and vote (or burn your passports I don’t care which). Ok so by this time I had to go very bad. My reading speed had dropped and well those of you who follow some of my posts know I’m not one for making really long big holds, I simply can’t do it. So I decided at this stage, and I was probably about an 8 or so, that I would head down and get ready for my video. I purposefully didn’t prepare my video/shower kit before sitting down to read so I had to bounce around the room getting everything together, I always forget something if I leave packing until the last minute, and this time it was a change of panties. So this took a good 15 minutes, and by this point I was jiggling about. This is the best way for me to hold when I have to move about, and well you can see me doing some of it in the first 30 seconds of the video. Anyhow I got down to the showers and someone was in my special shower/bath room and so I had to wait. As some of you know this is the sort of private room with a bath/shower and sink. Whereas all the other stalls are simply little narrow, well stalls which make it very hard to shoot in them. I needed to film in my little room but it was occupied. So now, still around an 8 on the old scale I put down my bag and hopped about the shower room. Why is it always full of almost empty shampoo bottles? Who uses bottles anymore and why are they such slobs? Well I could hear the water running in the small room and knew the person was still showering. How long would it take for them to finish, dry off, change and possibly fix hair, do makeup etc.? I continued to hobble about and started criss-crossing my legs, you can also see this in the first 30 seconds of the video, as I tried to hold on just a little bit longer for you guys! ;) So now I was really desperate, about 15 minutes had passed (who can count when you are bursting to pee), and the shower was finally off (I mean who takes such long showers…) and I had already had a few tiny leaks. They sort of dribbled out today, no uncontrolled spurts drenching the gusset of my panties, just a slow dribble, meaning I was very close to a 10 and having an accident. I was still in 9 territory, which for me is as good as a 10, and I started thinking about either going in one of the stalls or calling it off. I was not entirely committed to the video and the hold, there is a washroom just around the corner and I could easily have nipped in there, and gone up to my room with dignity intact, damp panties, but no video. I could also have nipped into one of the stalls but they are very narrow and have terrible light so the whole thing could be a waste. Well I was thinking through my options and had decided to stand absolutely still with my legs crossed tightly and my foot jiggling while I gave the person another 2 minutes. I was lucky, I hard movement inside the room and it was clear the person was on their way out. I quickly uncrossed my legs for an instant and shot a hand between my legs to see if the little dribbles had made their way through my panties and made a patch on my jeans. They had not. I kept my hand there with my shower/video bag covering it when the bathroom (yes its actually a room for taking baths so this is accurate) door opened and the person came out. Yes this is a co-ed shower, this is why there are stalls with benched and the bath room, so people can get some privacy but the middle room onto which all of the shower stalls lead, is co-ed. Out of the bathroom came Joe (not his real name), who is doing an MPhil on law. We’ve chatted at bit during formal halls and in the bar and he’s a nice Asian-America. He said hi and I nodded and sorta smiled/grimaced, not trusting my voice at this point and not wanting to get into a conversation of any length. As soon as he was clear of the shower room I hurried in, threw down my shower bag and pulled out the camera. I really had to go but needed to take a few before shots, so I put the camera on the ledge and did one self timer shot of me in my jeans (see above), this was after the mandatory forgetting to put the self-timer on shot and getting one of my hand. Then I grabbed the camera and jumped into the shower. I was breathing very heavily at this point under the strain of holding it in, and also my heart was beating as a thousand scenarios flashed across my mind involving what would have happened if Joe had not come out just about when he did. And I shot this video: JEans Oct GRanny Pantes.wmv As I said, I wanted to catch a little desperation, and this time it was very real. For the first 30 seconds you can see me bouncing about and crossing and uncrossing my legs. I didn’t want to bounce about too much, and I wanted to, but I knew it would be bad for the video. At 28 seconds I lost a spurt, not a dribble this time but a good sized spurt. And you can see me gluing my thighs together. Then I tried to hold on a little longer. I think if I had been in public (or still outside of the bathroom) I would have held on for a little longer, but it was starting to hurt, and I was worried about doing damage. At 33 seconds I released a little more, a conscious spurt which never really stopped (I couldn’t get it under control), and I could feel the warmth spreading down the back of my thighs. Again funny how the pee spot always spreads away from the camera! I was not in control but I was not totally peeing either. At this stage a small drizzle was coming out and slowly dripping down the back of my legs, it felt very erotic and I must say something about the slow spreading of warm liquid down my legs is so hot. I think if I can ever make another video that I will do one where I’m no desperate, but slowly let out a small bit by bit, slowly wetting myself, so I can feel the warm wetness blooming across my lower-half. I will certainly do this on my own soon. Drenching is fun because of the feelings of losing control but there is certainly something to be said about slowly wetting. At 35 seconds I tried to fix this by moving my thighs a little, squeezing my labia differently. This stopped the drizzle somewhat and for a few more seconds I was no longer peeing. I was certainly not dry, the gusset of my granny panties was soaked, as was the seat of my pants. The wet patch, in all its warm wet delight, had slowly migrated to almost above the back of my knees. At 43 Seconds I shifted myself a little more and I could feel my labia spread and open (as well as being fabulously wet), and I released. At 44 seconds I was no longer trying to hold anything back but I simply soaked my pants. This was a perfect sensual wetting for me, because I could feel the warmth of the pee slowly spreading across my inner thighs, and running exquisitely down my legs. Like a warm sun-kissed flower blooming. At 52 seconds it reached my feet, and I know how much some of you love feet, well I’m very happy with the result, as you can see, the pee slowly spreads across my feet in a beautiful pattern. At 1:26 I spread my legs, and lift my foot to show all you foot lovers what happens to feet when naughty little girls pee their panties. Now I then switched the camera on to photo mode and took a picture of my foot as well: Then I went about setting the camera up on the ledge to take a few after pictures of me in my wet pants. I set up the timer this time and stepped back into the bath, when the camera teetered and fell. Now it only fell about a meter and a half, but that apparently was enough. I set I back up again and took the shot and when I check it, it turned out like this: It was all grainy and the digital screen wasn’t working. So I thought I’d try it with the flash, and so I took these: Now I’m not one for technology but I do know to try turning it off and on again, so I did and tried again: No luck, my camera is broken. It’s pretty old so this could have happened any time, but well yeah, it’s totally screwed. These are quite literally the best pictures it can take. Well I was pretty depressed at this point, I didn’t really budget for a new camera any time in the next few years (you don’t even want to imagine what international student fees are at Cambridge…). So well yeah. I took a few more just to finish what I started, so here are the much praised granny panties and the result of my ‘accident’ . But well yeah, so I finished the shoot but my camera has only gotten worse, the lens cover does not close all the time and the pictures and videos are getting grainier and grainer. So this will be my last post for a while until I can work out some way to get a camera. I was chatting with a few member about this over the week and well I’m considering my options, I might put a call out to all members for help with getting an old digital camera, perhaps a wet panties for camera swap? Anyhow hope you all enjoy. Hugs Rachel
  8. Mbgpeelover

    Desperate to pee poem

    I love poetry and words and wrote this today while desperate myself. Enjoy! Let me go I’m feeling a little uncomfortable My bladder is very full I need to take the kids For a trip to the local pool Will you excuse me please? I could use a visit to the restroom I need to have a tinkle I’m afraid to say that I’ve been caught short I sure could use a winkle Can I go now please? I’ve got the call of nature I badly need a wee Is is ok to spend a penny? I really need to pee Will you show me the ladies please? It’s impossible to sit still now I need the WC Can I use your potty. Is your bathroom free? I have to go bad please? Could I use your facilities? Is there a lavatory here? My bladder really needs emptied Is there a toilet near? It’s pretty urgent please? My body wants to pass urine I need a number one I’ve really got to piddle I’m afraid I need to run Will you let me go please? Is it possible to powder my nose? I have to urinate Can I use your loo at all Before it gets too late? I really need to piss please? I need the little girl’s room I’m squirming can’t you see? It’s getting very desperate I’m bursting for a pee Can I get to go please? I’m going to have an accident I think I’m gonna leak Excuse me while I hold myself I’m sweating as I speak I’m dying to go please? My legs are crossed so tightly I’m bouncing both my knees I’ve clenched my muscles tightly It your toilet vacant please? I don’t want an accident please? The waves are coming stronger I think I’m going to burst I’m going to wet my underpants If I don’t reach the bathroom first I don’t want to piss myself please? Oh no it’s coming out now I can feel my crotch is wet My jeans are gonna be soaking Are you finished showering yet? I’m wetting myself here please? It’s dribbling down my inside leg The dam’s about to break I’m doing my best to hold it in But there’s only so much I can take It’s very very urgent please? Can you hear it whooshing out of me? I’m soaked and warm and wet If only you had let me in But I bet you don’t regret? Can you wash my jeans and knickers please?
  9. I was recently travelling around the UK with my lovely husband and at times, some of his family. I spent a lot of time with the in-laws and used to afternoon or evening jogs as a way of giving me some ‘me’ time. As you all know, that very often means a little bit of wetting fun. To on one afternoon, when the hubby and I were travelling alone north of Manchester, I decided to go for a little jog in the countryside. There was a lovely forested path not too far from our Air B&B, and I went out jogging in the forest a number of afternoons. Most of you will know by now that I have a tendency to leak a little while running, and this is particularly the case when doing impact training or running on very uneven ground. To avoid this I have a black quick dry running skort and always use the bathroom before I jog. If I’m in a gym (which isn’t too often), I’ll slip a pad into my panties as well. On this particular jog, I decided I would forgo all these precautions, and have a little wetting fun. So I pulled on one of my favorite pairs of panties, my pink Ariel Little Mermaid panties, and put a regular white short pleated skirt overtop of them. On top I was wearing a regular sports bra and tank top. When I left the Air B&B, my bladder was at about a 6 and was feeling pretty full. I almost had that sloshy feeling you get when working out with a full bladder. I knew that my pink panties were not going to stay dry for long. This was my first time exploring the path, so I wasn’t sure how busy it was going to be. It turned out that on this day, I only passed a couple of people, most of them teens who were mountain biking and an elderly couple who was dog walking. The path system had lots of paths and branches and I looked out for landmarks to avoid getting lost. This was a small UK forest but I didn’t feel like getting too turned around. Anyhow, I started jogging down the street and turned into the trailhead. I jogged for a little ways before I went down the first little gully and felt spurts of pee escaping into my panties with every impactful strive. By the time I reached the bottom, I felt as though my panties were thoroughly sodden. I got to enjoy the sensuous feeling of warm wet fabric quickly cooling against your most intimate parts. I look around and down at my legs. I was still alone in the forest at this point, and there was only a little tear-drop trickle of pee running down my thigh. I brushed this aside, and continued jogging. The pressure from the running was dramatically increasing my need to pee, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable. At this point, going up a small incline, I was overtaken by a couple of mountain-biking teens. I had that quick thrill one gets when it is possible that a stranger glimpsed up one’s skirt (given the incline of the hill, my running motion, the shortness of my skirt and the angle of approach of the cyclists). My already quick heart rate increased just a little. At first this was only on account of their possibly seeing my panties, but it only took me another second to realize that those panties were noticeably wet. Rational Rachel calculated that they teens were probably concentrating on going up the hill, but also that they were teen boys and I know how their minds work. I continued on, winding my way through the beautiful forest. Enjoying the feeling of running; not quite enjoying the full feeling of my bladder or the damp rubbing of my wet panties. After a short while, I approached another steep downward section of the path, I paused at the top, evaluating my bladder’s situation. It was sitting at an uncomfortable 8 and I knew that jogging down this hillock would certainly result in more leaks, regardless of my efforts to ‘bear down.’ So, after a moment’s pause, I pressed on, and instead of bearing down in order to hold back the leaks, I tried to relax. I say tried as it is pretty hard to relax anything while jogging down a steep decline. Now, with each hard step, instead of the usual small spurt, I was releasing serious spurts into my wet panties. I could feel the warm liquid hitting my inner thighs and knees. By the time I reached the bottom of the short hill, I was basically completely releasing my bladder. I stopped, spread my legs so that the pee would not run down my legs and get into my socks and shoes, and continued to wet my panties. I looked down and appreciated the small puddle growing under my on the hard-packed path, and the drizzling sound of the pee hitting the ground. Despite my previous leaks, I peed for about 40 seconds, and while I did so, I kept my head on a swivel in case I was interrupted. My sodden panties continued drip on the ground long after I had finished and finally bore down. After about two minutes of standing there dripping, I heard people approaching, and so I gave my butt a little wiggly shake to dislodge any other droplets, and continued to jog. My panties were not sufficiently dry and I could feel little droplets splashing against my legs as I jogged. I’m not a stranger to jogging in wet panties, but I wanted to have some more fun. After I passed the elderly couple who were walking their dog and would have spotted me standing in my shameful puddle had I not moved, stopped to deal with the ‘situation.’ I then pulled off my panties and inspected the damage. They were pretty soaked. I then used my skirt to dry my legs and girl parts. I now was faced with the dilemma of what to do. I decided to hang my panties up on a tree branch in the sun to dry, and pick them up on my way back. I could just as easily pulled them back on, but I was also excited about the possibility of exhibitionistically leaving them out to dry. The odd passer-by would know that someone had shamefully wet their panties. So I artfully hung them on a branch to dry, and snapped some pictures for you perverts. I ended up flipping them around so that Ariel was visible, she is super cute after all. After appreciating my little wet panty ‘kite’ stuck in a tree, I continued on my jog. I took about a 30 minute look and only had a couple more smaller leaks on steeper sections. On these occasions, with no panties to catch them, the droplets splashed out and hit my legs, skirt and the ground. I felt incredibly naughty jogging without panties, and very much enjoyed the feeling of the wind against my wet girl parts. I eventually looped around and returned to where my panties had been hanging. Or at least the general environs as to where they should have been hanging. They were not there. I ran back along the path for a couple hundred meters in each direction, just to check if I had the correct place, but my panties were nowhere to be found. I even checked my phone, lined up the photos with the same section of the path, and checked the undergrowth around where the panties had been hung. Still no panties. So I suspect one of three possible things occurred: 1) An enterprising squirrel found my skivvies and re-purposed them as a nest. At least any bedwetting baby squirrels will be able to blame stains on the bedding. 2) A helpful and environmentally conscious citizen recovered my underwear and disposed of them properly, I was in a way littering with them, and don’t litter. 3) Or, some perverted someone spotted my drying panties, and took them home with them for some salacious end. Anyhow, I am fortunate because I still have a pair of these back at home, as I bought multiple packs, and I did buy a ton of new panties on my trip. I do have other stories about these panties from earlier in the trip, so stay tuned for these. When I got back to the Air B&B, my husband didn’t even ask why I was not wearing panties. After a quick shower he did get all kinds of laid. Hope you enjoyed! Rach p.s. if you ever want to own a pair of my panties that have been worn and/or wet (like a squirrel or forest pervert), check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  10. Firstly, I'd like to say hello to everyone and apologize I've been so slow at responding to messages. I also know you've all been expecting me to post the next chapter of "A Strange Encounter - The Mistress and Her Unwilling Prisoner" and I have great news about that, as the next chapter is almost finished and will be up soon. However, this post is about something else that happened to me a couple of days ago. It's rather long, so if you don't have time, you should better get back to this when you have a bit more, as it's worth it :D So, I just got back after doing some traveling around Europe and I brought a few gifts for friends. I met one of them two days ago in town to give her the chocolates I brought over. We met in town at around 8 o'clock and went for some pizza. It definitely wasn't a date but I haven't had so much fun and also quality conversation in a long while. Everything normal, until we went to this great pub that has a selection of locally-produced beer. People usually buy it in fours, as they come from bright yellow (regular lager colour), to reddish, brown and full black, and my friend felt compelled to buy me one of those in exchange for her chocolates. That was exactly two lovely litres of liquid. Yum! We stayed there for around 2-3 hours, in which I peed twice. I finished all my beer, which was absolutely great, and we had to leave as the place was closing. I must admit that I have skipped going to the loo before leaving, even though I was already filling up again after my last toilet trip. She joked about the fact that I went twice in the span of half an hour and I decided to not give her any more reasons to make fun of my bladder size, of which I am actually proud. There were no buses at that time, so I walked her back to her place which was a decent 20 minutes away from town centre. After dropping her off and making a huge effort not asking her if I can use her toilet real quick, I turned back towards town centre. (To go home I had to go through town centre once again and head in the opposite direction.) That was good, as I was already feeling my bladder really bad and I was planning to go use the toilet at McDonald's in town before carrying on with my journey. I really wasn't in the mood for a hold and even with my big bladder, two litres of beer is definitely not a joke. I got to McDonald's quite quickly, but as you can probably guess from the title, I didn't get to use the loo there, as the bouncer locked it after someone puked all over it. Great. At 1 o'clock at night everything else is already closed apart of that stupid McDonald's. Even KFC closed at 12... I soon realised there were no other toilets I could use apart of my own, which was 30+ minutes away. But I'm a big boy, I got home nearly losing it in my boxers many times before, so this wasn't really an unusual situation. I decided it might be a good idea to actually take a taxi back home at this point. I was filling up way too quickly and a taxi would've been my best bet to make it home in comfortable time. After losing almost 10 precious minutes trying to stop a taxi, I realised that I just need to start heading home on foot. I really couldn't afford losing more time as my bladder was already aching. It was a huge surprise to me to be that desperate, that quick. I guess it must've been the alcohol in the beers I had, along with the fact that I drank a huge amount of liquid in a short time span. I couldn't sit still and, biting my lip, I decided to start walking as fast as I can. What happened next is right out any of one of those cheesy Bound2Burst movies, because two police officers stopped me in the street. I was quite anxious to be honest, not knowing how long they'll keep me there or what they want. I could honestly picture myself slowly soaking my jeans in front of them as I casually answer all their questions. Fortunately enough, they just asked if I saw anybody running in the opposite direction, as there was a pretty messy fight a few minutes before. I finished with them and carried on with my desperate walk. I was so, so desperate! I was literally bursting. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be for a guy to get that desperate... My bladder felt like a rock bopping up and down in my lower abdomen and it was really uncomfortable to walk fast. I eventually had to slow down and walk with my right hand in my pocket, secretly but strongly pinching my cock to help with the desperation. There were many people on the streets, as everybody was heading home at that time, so I couldn't really do anything more obvious. The people also made the idea of simply wetting behind a tree or a car impossible. In addition, as some of you might already know, I have a policy for not peeing in the street. I just hold it. For me, it's either a toilet or a pair of jeans. I was getting closer to home when it started to become more obvious that it might be impossible to get back dry though. It's a truly unique feeling, and everybody into omorashi knows it well enough, where the voice in your head just tells you "Jean, you will not make it. You know you will wet yourself soon...". Strangely enough, I felt it like a challenge this time. On another occasion I would've simply let it go in my pants. I love the feeling of a soaked pair of jeans and the incredible desperation I was going through would have definitely led to a very, very big and satisfying wet mess. But no, I decided that I am a big boy and that I can hold it until I get home. I took it as a challenge, but had to undo my belt... I really wanted to prove I can hold it for as long as I want and that I am in charge and decide when my bladder empties its content and when it doesn't. I was close now. Also, there were less people on the street so I made the most of it by getting a good front grip on my crotch. I was incredibly horny at this point and had to deal with a huge and noticeable bulge in my jeans too. A long, desperate and horny walk. When the powerful waves of desperation started hitting I had to walk even slower to not lose it. Moreover, I had to stop every 100 feet, cross my legs and regain my composure for a few moments. A cold sweat was a final warning signal to what will soon follow if I don't get to a toilet in time. Then I spurted. Yes, I SPURTED! The first time in my life that I actually spurt; I usually just explode all at once. It was such a strange, alien feeling to be able to stop the flow after a few drops hit my boxer-briefs. Although I wasn't dry anymore, there still was a chance of getting home with a pair of dry jeans. And I was wearing my favourite pair of shoes, which I definitely didn't want to soak in waves of warm urine. The last 5 minutes of my walk were full of ever increasing spurts which, sliding my hand inside my jeans, I found have left my underwear dripping wet. There was a noticeable wet patch on my blue jeans already, but I could see my house. That was the longest walk ever. With 10 feet to my front door, I could already feel the huge relief and hear the pee splash in the porcelain toilet bowl. Soon! But I lost it. I completely lost it and started peeing full force as I was frantically searching my pockets for the front door key. I just couldn't stop peeing. I couldn't. I was gripping my cock so hard through the wet material of my jeans it hurt, but to no avail. Pee was jetting out of my throbbing cock and I couldn't even slow the stream down. And it was so loud! It was hissing, I could here it as the stream was going through my boxers and was hitting my jeans. It had to be almost two minutes of continuous peeing followed by a lovely hissing sound. I almost finished peeing when I realised I was still standing with my legs double-crossed, still trying to stop the flow. What mess have a I made?! I was standing in a 2 feet - wide puddle. My shoes were full of pee and all squishy. I also apparently came in my boxers in the process. I eventually got in the house and when I got in the bathroom, I emptied all the pee out of my shoes (once again, just like in a cheesy B2B movie :P) and admired myself in the mirror. I wasn't even mad that I didn't make it home in time, dry, or that I have lost my own personal challenge. It didn't matter. The relief was absolutely incredible and this has to be one of my best wettings ever. And the best relief feelings too! It was real, big, messy, unplanned. It was perfect! My white ankle socks were completely soaked and almost transparent and my red boxer-briefs were almost entirely wet, it was actually hard for me to find a dry patch on them. The jeans had a lovely wet pattern on both the front and their back. Something else that I've never done before now is that I actually kept my wet boxers on and slept in them. In the morning, they were nice and dry and I decided to pee in them once again in the shower. This was absolutely incredible! Guys, this is pretty much it and I do hope you enjoyed it. Two lessons are to be learnt from this experience: 1. You cannot walk faster than your bladder can fill up. 2. You can actually piss yourself on your front door step. I thought that is just something dramatic that they like to show in videos, that you wet yourself seconds and feet away from relief, but this experience taught me the exact opposite. Pretty weird way to learn a lesson if you ask me... Once again, I really hope you had a great time reading this and please let me know what you think. Off topic, I have some pictures from a hold I've done some time ago and I'm thinking of sharing them with you. They're just about me being really desperate in a pair of jeans (which remain dry in the photos). Crossing legs, crotch holding, you get the idea. Let me know.! Jean
  11. Heccerdoodles

    Elsa almost made it

    From the album: My Edits/Favourites

  12. Heccerdoodles

    Elsa accident upskirt

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  13. In this video a hidden camera in a public bathroom captures a humiliating pants wetting accident. From the point-of-view of a spy camera hidden in a public bathroom, we get to watch Sosha have an embarrassing accident, completely soaking her pants. We see her burst into the bathroom, holding herself out of desperation, but as she gets close to the toilet a wet patch starts to spread down her pants legs. Unable to stop the flow, she ends up standing next to the toilet in a state of shock as she floods her pants. After she is done wetting herself, she looks absolutely horrified that she just had an accident. She inspects her pants, then accepting her situation, walks past the camera as she leaves the bathroom.
  14. Been here (Middle East) deployed for a couple months now, finally got internet set up to where I can access omo again! I have a lot of catching up to do... anyway I just saw a post about wetting and chastity and I completely agree, I actually have devised a rig that I successfully used before I left. It's a bit of a fabrication I made to a pair of tight jeans but here is what I did. I started with a steel ring that was had the slightest break in it and ran it through the small hole in the zipper pull and using a plumbing crimp tool closed the gap so it basically made a ring that was permanently attached to the zipper. (No way of getting it off without tools, so not the key ring type.) once I had that done I picked up a small airline luggage lock and a very fine chain from the hardware store. (The kind used for hanging small light fixtures, the rings were only about a quarter inch around. It's small and smooth and very very strong.) a simple trim to match my waist size and I ran it through the belt loops of my jeans and ran the lock through each end of the chain and the permanent ring on the zipper with it all the way up. With a leather belt on and the lock tucked underneath it there was no way of telling that anything was there 100% hidden. all that was left was for me to test whether or not it worked and I wanted to know for sure one way or another. Not just me pretending it worked I wanted to be absolutely sure... so all locked in and feeling confidant that i could probably pull a escape act if need be I left both the keys to the lock on the bathroom sink and left a drive. Stopping on my way out of town I drank a cup of coffe, a 32 ounce Gatorade and grabbed a bottle of water and got back on the highway. Now the thing I hadn't realized is that as my bladder fills I usually loosen my belt to relieve the pressure.... my plan had eliminated that relief and about an hour in my water was gone and I was SQUIRMING like mad in my seat. Still an hour from home I decided to turn around and head back (the whole point of my drive was to put time and distance between me and the keys) 15 minutes into my trip back I felt it... the first leak... I knew I didn't want to soak my seat and the towels were in the trunk. I made it another few miles on the highway and pulled off into a rest area. Jumped out of my car and rushed in not even thinking about what I had done to sabotage my efforts. When I'm on the verge of an accident my mind isn't the sharpest. Arriving at the open stall I quickly locked the door behind me and dancing in place undid my belt... the chain was so tight. There I was legs crossed bouncing up and down hunching forward shaking my legs, with one hand on my crotch keeping all those fluids in while I fought. I tried everything. Pulling the chain up only made my zipper go higher, trying to get the zipper down was no use, I pulled with everything I had and only managed a half inch of play before the chain tightened and stopped it. That's when I realized I was in a busy rest stop and I couldn't get my pants down... the plan had worked well... too well... as I started to try to get the ring apart I felt it... warm and wet spreading... I couldn't stop the flow and to minimize it running down my legs I sat on the toilet and let it run everywhere... it was BLISS. I wish I would have found this out more than a week before I left, needless to say the jeans are washed and awaiting my return.... need I continue?
  15. Red Simpson

    The Grand Tour goes Omo?

    In Season 3 episode 11 there's a moment where Clarkson, Hammond and May all have to drink 3 glasses of water and then wait 20 minutes then they drive around a track in Georgia to see if their lap times improve due to them having full bladders. If you haven't seen I'd watch it as it is just hilarious and it ends with one in the toilet, one desperately holding himself and the other having an accident off camera but you can see the outcome. If you haven't watched it I'd like you to guess on who made it, who had to wait and who had the accident.
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  17. It happens about 10 minutes in. I can't link to it, since Hulu doesn't have a free tier anymore, but it's worth checking out. Basically, she's in the car and Lois won't pull over, so we see her struggle for a bit, then relax and let it out. Nothing is visible, but it's audible. In typical cartoon fashion, there are no repurcussions, and the next scene doesnt mention it.
  18. A woman desperate to pee tries to squat in the woods, but waited a little too long and ends up having an embarrassing accident in this voyeur video. Here is the scene- A voyeur is lying in wait with a night vision video camera, ready to capture some public squatting and relief. It seems the voyeur’s efforts are about to be rewarded when Sosha comes by, holding herself, wearing jeans and a coat. She is so desperate, however, we can see the back of her pants are already wet as she squats down. She doesn’t even have time to pull down her panties, instead freely peeing through them. She must hear something, or have some reason to suspect she is being watched, because mid-pee she suddenly stands up and halfway pulls up her jeans, but then stops as she realizes she is still peeing. Once she manages to stop the flow she pulls her pants up the rest of the way and runs off. In the process, she makes a huge mess; She has wet her jeans, peed through her panties, and continued peeing down her legs as she tried to stand up. This attempt at squatting was a complete and utter failure, and thanks to night vision technology we can enjoy all of it.
  19. In this video, we get to witness a humiliating pants-wetting accident from the vantage point of a spy camera hidden in a public bathroom. Looking into the woman’s bathroom through a hidden camera, we see Sosha enter the scene. She is so desperate to pee, she is already starting to wet her pants. From the brief period of time it takes her to get to the toilet, her accident expands from a small wet spot to a major flood. After struggling with her zipper she manages to get her pants down, but by now it doesn’t make too much of a difference. Perhaps unaware of how badly she has wet herself, she still sits on the toilet, though she hasn’t pulled down her underwear, and continues to relieve herself. Once she is done peeing she inspects her wet pants in underwear. Clearly ashamed at having wet herself, she sulks out of the bathroom.
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  21. PsN3rd

    Surprise Yard Work

    Hey everyone, it's been a while since I've been active, so I thought I'd share an experience from a couple years ago. My writing has gone downhill over the past little while, but bear with me and maybe you'll still enjoy the story. So, I'm a dude, I was 28ish when this happened. I'm short, and at the time, I was pretty overweight unfortunately. I've recently lost a lot of weight, but that's a different story. So, I still live at home with my parents due to poor decisions right out of high school. No college for me, I helped put my ex through college, poor spending habits, then I finally went to college, and my parents are far too nice to let me stay home for so long. I'm really lucky, but I kind of hate living at home for so long all at the same time. Anyway, I still do what I can to help out around the house and pay for bills like electricity and stuff so that I'm not just a total freeloader. One day, my dad hacked down a tree that was right up against our house. It was causing some foundation issues and it was killing our siding, so we decided it had to go. My dad got the chainsaw and cut the tree into manageable pieces and just left the pile of wood right in the yard by the house. For days, this mutilated tree sat there, and my dad seemed to refuse to do anything about it. I kind of hate seeing the yard looking unkempt, so while my mom and dad were both at work, I decided to surprise them with a bit of yard work. I donned a pair of gym shorts, sandals, a T-shirt, and a hoodie, and then got to work. Right around the time that I did this, my heart had given me some issues, so I was trying to get healthier. I was chugging water like crazy all day and then all the while I was outside cleaning my dad's mess. I started right as the sun was setting (it was Autumn, so it was getting darker earlier), and wound up working well into the dark. I was almost done when I realized I had a pretty strong urge to pee. Earlier in the night, I felt like I could've relieved myself, but I was far too intent on moving this tree to a nearby brush pile. I probably hadn't noticed my increasingly desperate situation because I was lugging giant pieces of a tree onto a brush pile about fifty feet away, and I was really moving. I was pulling the last (and biggest branch) down through the yard when I felt a leak. As a dude, we don't really leak a lot (at least I don't), but for me, I just kind of hit a point where I start to go. Like, if I'm holding it for a long time, and I hit a certain point where my muscles just don't feel like holding on, I stop holding and I start peeing effortlessly. Well, that's what happened. I didn't want to completely soak my shorts, in fact, I hadn't even planned to wet myself in the first place. I was just so set on cleaning this damn tree, that peeing became a lot less important. By the time I dragged the last branch to the wood pile, I had leaked one more time. I dropped the tree and hunched over holding my dick in a handful of wet shorts and boxer briefs. I was ready to toss this branch to the top of the pile the best I could. Remembering some hammer-throwing and shotput stuff from high school track, I squatted down, grabbed onto the tree, and tried lifting with my legs to get it up into the air. Right at that moment, a nice stream of pee shot into my shorts and down my leg. I could tell my face was red, and I was pretty turned on by the idea of legitimately "accidentally" peeing myself. By this point, it was dark outside, so none of my neighbors could see me, so I just kept working with a huge wet spot on my shorts. After swinging part of the branch onto the pile, I stood for a second, caught my breath from throwing that giant hunk of wood, and relaxed my bladder a bit more. This time, I let a nice ten second stream of pee flow down my legs. The hiss of the stream hitting my shorts was hot, and the pee was nice and warm on this cool Fall night. I stopped the flow, and walked to my garage to put my tools away and feed our pet cat. The whole walk up to the garage was nothing but short streams of pee shooting into my shorts. By now, my boxer briefs and shorts were both dripping with pee, and my job was done. I went in to feed my cat, and I was still letting out spurts into my shorts. Finally, after I was all done with my job and feeding my cat, I got to the back porch, took off my shoes, socks, and shorts, and took them inside to throw them into the washer, and I got a shower, emptying the rest of my bladder in the bathtub. This was by far one of my favorite wetting experiences, even though it was fairly tame. There was no way anyone could see, and I was home alone, but it was still a lot of fun! I hope you enjoyed the story, I'll try to remember more and post them as soon as I can!
  22. View File Recent Diaper and Pullup Video Discoveries I've stumbled across these recently and wanted to share. Sources are mostly Tumblr and Pornhub (the Japanese page which has different stuff!). Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  
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    Recent Wetting Videos from the Web

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