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  1. From the album: Off-Limits!

    The long-awaited continuation of Dakota's torment is finally here! (I'm not going to say anything about future plans, because every time I say something, it jinxes it!)
  2. Welcome to Omo Lab, a massive laboratory filled with only the broghtest scientists. With the successful creation of artificial life, there has been strenuous work on creating genetically modified humans. Today you have been informed that the developing branch has yet created their second genertically modified human (the first is has already been studied at your lab and has proven to be a great success) and will be sending it to your branch shortly. The process would take approximately 4-5 hours since the developing branch is located somewhat far from yours. The subject is a girl named KT, somewhat teenage and her looks were made to be perfect. She has some influence with the outside world, and some tutoring, so she is expected to be like a normal human. The most peculiar thing, however, is that a strange substance or bug in the developing tech had given her an “infinite” bladder. In other words, no matter how full the bladder is, there won’t be any injury that would be sustained, for example UTIs, kidney failure, or simply the bladder physically bursting. It is your job to study and to take measurements and care for KT, who will be arriving shortly. The administration has allowed you to do whatever you find necessary, with the exception of sex or physical attack, which are strictly forbidden. (Attack is a complex term, to sum it all up you can’t do anything to kill her) The study takes place in a chamber which is capable of holding furniture and sending whatever you want into the chamber. There is also a door which you can physically go into if you want contact with he subject. You alone will be standing outside with a one-way mirror, and there will be a microphone for you to be able to speak to her. There are also a vast panel of controls that you don’t have any idea what they do. The chamber has already been set up as a bedroom, if you want to, you may change it. To the right of the panel there is an Item Materializer, a recent invention capable to materialize any object you wish. You also find some notes someone has left in the room: - This room is not monitored but the administration will be notified if a rule is broken. - The administration somehows allows arousal of the observer and the subject. Nudity has also been allowed to some degree. - the subject is smart enough to question your orders but will do them anyway if you insist on it. - the infinite bladder will still feel like a normal one, and will forcibly discharge when it feels that its full, even if it’s not. - The subject has not gained access to a toliet since they left and is not aware of any desperation play. The subject is also not aware that she has an infinite bladder. You may choose to tell her that, or keep it a secret. KT is arriving in 30 minutes, what will you do? (Honestly every question won’t be containing answer choices, you are free to suggest whatever you want, but I’ll put my own suggestions, you may choose to agree to it. There may also be multiple questions) -To test the actual limits plug her up and make her never pee for a long time -Try and make her hold as long as she can without the use of a plug -Plug her up for a week then unplug her and let all the pee out -Make her drink an absurd amount of liquid and see how fast it travels down. -Others? Also, what hair color do you want her to be? Finally, what is the best liquid to give to her, in the event that it happens? -diuretics -water -coffee -Others?
  3. Hey folks. I wrote this yesterday, it's pure fiction but the foundation is built on a real conversation i had on Tinder some time ago. The actual conversation did not go this deep or this far but either way, it gave me inspiration. Enjoy! My name is Lottie and a few months ago, I matched with a guy on Tinder, this is not unusual, I often match with guys on Tinder, after all, that is the entire point. However, this guy was slightly different. He seemed incredibly open, very honest, often so much as to come off as a little bit rude and disrespectful. We even arranged a date, which was scuppered by this damned lockdown, but nonetheless, we continued to chat. We had long since migrated from Tinder to I-Message and WhatsApp and our natural personalities just seemed to spark. He is very bright, bubbly, thoughtful, attentive, and intelligent, these are the qualities I look for in any date. A few days back however, we were messaging when he suggested we video call. This, again, is not unusual, we often video call as we cannot physically see each other because of the current lockdown. It is always pleasant to talk with him, he always seems happy to see me and always gives me plenty of attention, I like that a lot. We engaged in small talk briefly; we talked about our day but not in any detail, we talked about the weather and finally, we raved about the difficulty of buying toilet roll. I do not actually like small talk, I find it impersonal and undeserving of any great purpose, but we are British and small talk is part of our national identity. Tortuous small talk done with, we finally moved onto something more deserving of our time, sex. We had discussed sex on numerous occasions before, but I really had something I needed to tell him, it’s quite a big part of me and to keep it a secret would feel obtuse and a video call seemed a decent opportunity to bring it up. “So how many guys have you been with?” he asked me very bluntly, I know for a lot of girls this isn’t a great question to answer, but for me it’s no issue, I feel no shame in not having been with too many guys. “Three” I answered plainly. His face expressed shock, which I called him out on. “Were you expecting more?” I goaded him playfully “gotta be honest, I was, just a little” we both laughed. “How about you?” I asked him just as bluntly. “You really want to know?” he responded. To be honest, I’m not sure I really did, but I ploughed ahead regardless “I do” I said playfully, “well, I stopped counting when I got to thirty” Okay, that did throw me off, I will admit. At this stage, I became worried about any potential relationship with this guy, could I really trust him? Nonetheless, I fronted it out with a fake smile and briskly moved the conversation onwards. “So, what’s the strangest kink you’ve came across in the bedroom?” I asked him, slightly nervously. This was quite important to me; I am a kinky person and on top of that I have a standout fetish and I needed to know if he was at all open to new things. “I knew a girl once who was into feet and hair pulling” he responded nonchalantly. I was not surprised by that, I am given to understand quite a number of people have a foot fetish, nevertheless, I wanted to know more. “How’s that work?” I asked him, genuinely interested, I am always happy to learn. “Well, she liked to touch my feet, liked to look and them and on occasion, lick them too” more or less what I anticipated. “Were you happy to indulge her?” I inquired “sometimes when I was in the mood. I’m open to try just about anything once” this sounded perfect to me. I do not have a foot fetish, I am not remotely interested in feet, I mean, each to their own and all that but it is not for me. No, my thing is anything and everything to do with pee. I like peeing my pants, I like watching other people pee their pants, I like being desperate and seeing how long I can hold, I like watching other people who are desperate, I like being denied the bathroom, I like denying other people the bathroom and I’m keen on wearing diapers too. It is quite important to me, it would be great if I could find a guy who would indulge me in my fantasies, so I really wanted to be open and honest about it early on. I did not want this part of the conversation to die there and then, I had to keep him on the subject, I felt like this was my golden opportunity. “So, are you into anything specific yourself?” I asked him inquisitively. “I might be” he answered jovially, good start I figured. “Do I not get to find out? That seems a little cruel” I used my big puppy dog eyes and pulled my pet lip and began acting all cute and girly, it usually works a treat to get my own way. “I’m happy to tell you” he started, but stopped in his tracks rather quickly “what is it?” I asked him tenderly, I worried he might have been hurt in the past by being too honest, just like I have. “I’m just… I’m just not sure you’re ready to hear it” he answered nervously. “What does that mean?” I was beginning to get a little concerned now. “well it’s just, you come across as quite vanilla and I mean that’s great, but, sometimes vanilla people find kinks and fetishes hard to accept or understand” hmm it seemed he had suffered similar experiences to myself then, which in its own way isn’t a bad thing but, how could he misjudge my kinky personality so badly though? “I’ll let you into a little secret” I said playfully “I’m not vanilla, not at all” his face lit up and a big smile flew across his face, he seemed genuinely thrilled. “it’s just… you struck me as such a good girl” he said somewhat forcefully, I found it amusing though. “guess that depends on who I’m talking too” I spoke all cute and innocent but blew a kiss at the same time. “Now that you know I’m not one of the vanilla brigade, tell me your thing!” I spoke very plainly; I was a good girl after all. “There are a couple of things to be honest” he started and once again, stopped himself midsentence, just speak your mind already, I thought to myself. He required a bit of gentle persuasion but, before long he opened up, “well, I have thing for underwear, male and female” this caught me off guard a little bit. “How does that work exactly?” I asked politely, “I don’t really know to be honest, I think it is just because underwear is one of our most personal possessions and I’ve always believed that someone’s underwear choice can say a lot about the individual and their taste, so if I see someone I’m attracted to, I sometimes think to myself, I wonder what underwear they’re wearing” seemed a good explanation to me, I guess a lot of people can fall into that category. “So” I started “are you wondering what underwear I’m wearing now?” I asked playfully. “If I say yes, will you think any less of me?” he asked politely, he was trying to hide his insecurity on the subject, but I could see straight through his façade. “Absolutely not” I answered respectfully “I’ll even show you if you ask nicely” his face lit up again. “Thought you were a good girl?” he said wistfully, I replied saying “as I said, depends who I’m talking too” We spent a few minutes in this back and forth exchange, in the end I grew a little petulant and impatient and ended up dropping my black leggings to my ankles so he could see everything he wanted to see. I was wearing these cute pink hipsters with a frilly waist and frills adorning the edges. They were printed with silver and gold stars and they were super comfy and practical, but they did a good job of accentuating my ass and showing off my curves, I always felt I looked good wearing them. I stood up and did a little spin, so he could see me from all angles, I may have dragged out the time showing him my ass, but, I like my ass, I think it is one of my better features. After performing my little show, I sat back down, still with my leggings around my ankles and asked him what my underwear said about me, he said “well, it says you’re a good girl who values comfort and practicality, but also someone who is confident in her appearance” pretty spot on, I thought. “you like what you see?” I asked him confidently, “most definitely” he said. “Now tell me, I’ve told you one of my things, now you have to return the favour” he announced. I had to take a minute to take a deep breath, I have always struggled getting my words out in situations like these and this occasion was no different, I really did not want to get tongue tied. “well” I started out cautiously “I enjoy pee” I took a moment to the let word hang in the air, I wanted to gauge his reaction. Overall, it seemed positive, I mean, he did not hang up or go running or anything. After a moment, he responded to my admission, “so, you enjoy getting peed on and that kinda thing?” he sounded vague on the subject, I do not think he was too familiar with the concept. “Kinda, I mean, I’m not so much into getting peed on or peeing on other people, I prefer like… holding my pee and watching other people do the same..” again, I let the words hang for a moment. “okay, so, what do you do when you hold your pee for too long? Do you rush to the toilet or…” great, now he was letting the words hang too? “It depends. I do enjoy wetting myself, if that’s what you’re getting at” I found myself stuttering slightly as the words came out of my mouth, it was very unconscious. “Really?” he asked incredulously. “yeah, is that a problem?” I asked somewhat nervously. “not at all, just wanted to be sure I heard you correctly” he said tenderly. There was a slightly awkward silence for a few moments, I worried that I had in fact creeped him out, but he was just too polite to say anything about it. I began to feel seriously self-conscious, as if I had just made a bad misjudgement. These moments seemed to last for eternity, I just wanted to know his true thoughts, even if he thought it was weird, I just wanted to know his true feelings. “It is okay isn’t it?” I asked tenuously. “Of course, I’m just a little surprised” he spoke tenderly, and I believed his words, I guess it is quite tough for most people to understand. After another brief silence, he spoke out saying “so, do you do this stuff alone or with other people? Sorry for my ignorance, but I am totally unaware of how this all works” I felt uplifted, he seemed to be taking a genuine interest in something that is so important to me. “I mostly indulge alone, but I enjoy it when I’m denied the bathroom by others” I spoke assuredly. “So, if I said to you now, you’re not going to the bathroom without my permission, that would turn you on?” okay, he sounded playful again. I was beginning to like where this was going. “I really would” I matched his playful tone. “Well then, if you think you’re going to the bathroom at all for the duration of this call, you’ve got another thing coming” he suddenly sounded very masculine and dominant, I like this. A lot. “Can I refill my glass?” I asked all cute and girly, I had been sipping on wine most of the evening and with the way our conversation had moved and with a gentle ache in my bladder, I figured this was a good opportunity to play our one of my fantasies. “You can” he answered simply, “hurry back though” with that, I dashed into the kitchen and began filling my wine glass, I was shaking slightly with the excitement of the moment and I spilled a little on the worktop, it’ll come off though, worry about that later. Wine glass filled I re-joined him in my living room. He was sat eagerly awaiting my return, I was still prancing around with my leggings round my ankles, I felt adorable doing so and he was enjoying the view too, so it was all good. It was just a little daunting that all this was being done via a video call, it seemed okay, but just a little impersonal, I wanted him there with me. “Got my drinkie” I called out happily. “Glad to hear it” he said in reply. “Have you got to pee?” he asked inquisitively. “Mmm a little, nothing too urgent yet. When I start bouncing around and look like I have ants in my pants, you’ll know I’m getting close” I said wistfully. He smiled and we began chatting about what even brought us to Tinder in the first place. I was out of a long-term thing, I had been with the same guy for near enough seven years and it was mostly good but, as time went on, our differences pushed us apart. It surprised me that his path to Tinder was similar in some ways to mine, particularly considering the amount of sexual partners he had conquered over the years. But I did not think about it too much, everyone has their own path to tread after all. After thirty minutes or so of sipping wine and chatting about this and that, my bladder really was beginning to cry for attention. Sitting still was beginning to get tricky and each time I leaned forward to take a sip of wine, I felt an immense pressure on my bladder. I tried my best not to make my uncomfortableness too obvious, I enjoy the sensation of being seriously desperate whilst trying to look, on the outside at least, like an ocean of calmness or serenity. Okay, ocean was a bad word. Help. I drifted into a mini trance, I began to think of lakes of water and dripping taps. It really was not helping. My mind was focused on my need to pee and the signals my bladder was sending me. “Are you okay? You seem like you’re on your own little planet” he called out, I thought he sounded cute. “Ummm well… I gotta pee. Pretty bad” I said in reply. “How bad is it exactly?” he asked politely. “Pretty bad. My bladder is bulging and I’m struggling to sit still, I feel like I’m about to leak, but I think its all in my head” I sounded more confident than I felt. I was really beginning to struggle. “Doesn’t look like it to me!” he called our forcefully. “Stand up” this was a direct order. I stood up as directed and felt a little tingle in a very private area. He took a moment to inspect me and my bulging bladder, he seemed impressed at just how much a bladder can protrude. “Ten squats” he barked as an order. I really did not think I could manage ten squats without pissing my pants, but I had been given an order and a good girl does not disobey an order. I squatted down and up and down and up and down and leak. What?! Ohhh no. I had manged maybe five and I had leaked into my knickers. There was a small wet spot around the crotch of my knickers, and I had to stand up and brace, otherwise more would have escaped. “Why have you stopped?” he asked forcefully. “Umm nothing, just needed a rest” I lied. “I don’t believe you. You’ve wet your pants, haven’t you?” he asked incredulously. “NOOO I haven’t!” I protested cutely. “I promise” I was fooling nobody, I wasn’t trying too. “Show me your knickers” he called out. I turned around to show him my ass, which was still dry. I was hunched over onto my knees, with my ass sticking out. “No, the front” he called out nonchalantly. “Ummmm” that is all I could manage, he had me at all angles. I spun around as quick as I could and then spun back again, I had shown him the front right? Not my fault if he was too slow to have a good look. The quick spin had done me no favours, it had made me dizzy, made worse by the wine and another spurt escaped my defences. This one was bigger however and I felt a warm trickle spread towards my ass. I moved my hand to the bottom part of my ass and pressed, hard. Bear in mind, I still had my ass shoved into the camera. “I saw that” he called out proudly. “Noooooo you saw nothing, iiiiit, it was just sweat. It’s warm in here” i was all cute again. “Don’t lie to me” he scolded me, in a playful way. “You’ve wet you knickers, haven’t you?” urghhh “Y…. yeah. Buuut only a little. Look!” I spun round to show him my crotch, but when I saw my own image in the camera, I realised that I had leaked a little bit more than I realised. The wet spot, was no longer an spot, it was a wet patch that covered the gusset of my underwear and had spread over the bottom half of my ass. I quickly closed my thighs to try and hide the evidence of my little accident, but he had seen all he had to. He playfully chided me over my inability to control my bladder, I was getting seriously horny. “You still owe me five squats” he reminded me forcefully. I obeyed my order without question. I squatted down and up and down an up and down and finally back up again. “Done it!” I called out proudly. “Good girl” he said calmly. I sat back down on my sofa but the wetness between my thighs made me think I really needed a towel, I was no longer certain about my ability to control this situation and I wasn’t sure I could hold on much longer. “Can I get a towel please?” I asked. He thought in silence for a moment, before nodding in approval. “Thank you” I said and waddled off to fetch a towel. Each step felt like I was treading a minefield, each time I raised my leg I wasn’t sure if I’d hold my pee until the next one. I was trying to walk with my thighs locked together, but even that was tricky. I must have looked funny, but I had left my laptop in the living room so he couldn’t see the ridiculous spectacle of me waddling up my stairs. Four steps up my stairs and I leaked again. The warmth poured out of my body and made my pussy and thighs moist again. I felt a small trickle of pee run down my leg, I tried my best to ignore it but when I saw the droplets soak into the carpet it reminded me of my folly. I was only a few short steps away from the top of my stairs and my target destination, I was so close I could almost reach out and touch the towel hanging on the top of the bannister. I reached out as far as I could and peed again. I was totally beginning to lose it. I didn’t even reach the towel. I gave up. I began waddling back down the stairs. Somehow going down was easier than going up and I was soon back in the living room. “Where is the towel?” he asked. “Umm couldn’t reach it” I said honestly. “Are you telling me, you couldn’t even make it upstairs?” he asked playfully. I simply nodded. I showed him my underwear again and the wet patch was growing almost by the second. My ass wet beginning to really get wet, my crotch was soaked and the patch had began to travel up towards my waistband. “I cant hold it much longer!” I exclaimed. “I’m gunna wet myself soooon” he considered his response for a moment, “Ten more squats, then you can use the bathroom” he announced. I was delighted. Not about the squats, but because I could soon empty my tortured bladder. I was in full defence mode. My muscles were locked tight, my thighs were clamped together, I was shaking, I had one hand planted into my crotch and the other pressed against my ever wetter ass. I began to squat. One. Two. Three. I was leaking with each one. Each time I squatted down and opened my legs, a spurt of pee rushed out of my body. There was an ever growing wet patch on my carpet, but I did not care, I could deal with that later. My bladder had betrayed me. I had lost the fight. I had done everything I could, but it simply was not enough. Four. Five. Six. My knickers were soaked and when I tried for seven, I lost it completely. I grabbed my laptop and ran to the bathroom. A stream of pee was flowing down my legs leaving a wet trail on my once pristine floor. Guess this is what happens when you’re a good girl with a weak bladder? I sped into the bathroom as quickly as my pee soaked legs could carry me. He was silent all this time. He knew what was happening. I placed the laptop on the toilet so it faced me in the shower cubicle and relaxed. OHHHHHHHHHHH boy. A huge torrent gushed forth. The content of my bladder thundered into the ceramic below my feet, making an audible thud. I felt the pee spread up my crotch and pour over my ass. I rubbed my pussy gently as I was peeing, at this point, I had forgotten there was someone there watching me wet myself. The warm pee rushing over my fingers felt amazing and I let out an audible moan. The relief I felt was insurmountable, it really was a tremendous amount of pee. I squatted down to finish of my accident and began to rub myself, more vigorously this time. I moaned as I felt my sodden knickers against my fingers. My eyes were closed and I was lost in a moment of bliss. “Oh god!” I heard from the speaker of my laptop. I had totally forgotten I was being watched and I blushed as I recalled who was there. I looked over to see him performing an act upon himself. I continued to blush, but also revelled in the moment. I was intoxicated by all the emotions running around my body and the puddle, which I was now sat in, was a constant reminded of what had occurred. Looking directly into the camera, I rubbed my pussy and brought myself to the grand finale. Not sure who enjoyed it more me or him? I think I did, but who’s to say?
  4. Jailor Eckman

    female Bad Girl!

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    You know, I think she's right --- how long do you think she should have to hold it for?
  5. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Oh baby, protocol eight is going to be fun!... for us, at least! Needless to say, things are getting pretty dire for Dakota... Anyway, if you are interested in having me draw something for you, please consider checking out my commission thread, here!:
  6. Hey guys! I really enjoyed writing this one!! Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!!! As a writer I’ve done some fantastic work for some truly fantastic people, throughout the years I’ve done work for too business people, written biographies for the rich and famous and for a time I was a speech writer for a head of state. All of which was challenging and rewarding at the same time. Three days ago however I received an unusual opportunity. I was contacted anonymously, at first anyway, I later learned his identity but the opportunity stuck in my mind. Now, in my younger days I did produce some erotica, it was mostly private and personal but on occasion I did earn some money from it and at the moment, times are hard, so I decided to take up his offer. The offer itself was simple, if I could produce a literary piece involving his particular fetish, in this case something he referred to as Omorashi, and provided it pleases him he would pay me a few thousand pounds. I had to google what Omo was and I was surprised. It seemed unusual that people enjoyed the feeling of being desperate or wetting themselves but each to their own I guess. Nevertheless I did some more digging and ended up discovering a thriving community, comprising of people from all over the world and from all walks of life. It was definitely a varied community, compromising of everything from bed wetting content to ABDL, it stuck me as quite pleasant. Personally I can only recall one time I had a genuine accident. I was drunk, very drunk, and being slightly irresponsible I wet myself outside a New York bar. I never thought much of it at the time, I was too drunk to care. Even the next day when I woke to realise I had wet the bed, I thought little of it, it happens, to all of us at some point or another. It did make me think though, was I missing something? I decided to engage in the community and strike up conversations, my intent was to garner as much information as I could about what it is about this fetish they enjoy so much, how they got into it and if it was as widespread as it appeared. I got my answers, in spades. The people I spoke to were very candid and open and held nothing back, it was truly eye opening. It was yesterday, a Saturday afternoon, when I decided how I would proceed. I needed to experience this kink for myself, I felt it was the only way to get an accurate representation of what I should be writing about. It was a pleasant morning in the big apple, it was bright and a very pleasing temperature. The view out my apartment, looking over Central Park never grew old for me. As a Brit living in America I always admire the get up and go attitude I witness day after day. I decided to follow suit. I got out of bed, made coffee and took a shower, my usual morning routine. I dried myself off and headed to my wardrobe to find the right outfit for my experiment. At this point, I began to feel it was quite a naughty thing to do, it was exhilarating in its own way. After all, I’m a grown woman I should not be wetting myself, certainly not on purpose but that is what I planned to do. I didn’t know what the correct outfit was, I guessed light colours would be best, that way I could see the wetness for myself, I figured that was part of the enjoyment. I also didn’t want to wear a thong, I mean I love thongs, I wear them a lot, particularly for bed but I just didn’t think that was a great idea. In the end I decided on a pair of light blue jeans, nothing special but I wanted the colour to be right. I wasn’t sure whether to wear socks, in the end I decided I would and chose a cute pink pair with tiny princesses on them as decoration. I decided to forego a top and just wore a bra instead, again bright pink with frills around the cups. For my knickers I went for a pair of royal blue bikini briefs that I like to wear day to day, quite plain but I think they’re cute. After deciding my outfit I went to the kitchen to drink more coffee and have breakfast. I wanted to feel what it was like to become increasingly desperate and how that would influence my decision making further down the line. I drunk three cups of coffee altogether and I could feel my bladder filling up at quite a fast rate. To take my mind of it, I decided to continue with the Latin course I am enrolled on and gave myself a challenge; each question I get wrong is an extra ten minutes I have to hold. Oh boy. My first lesson went well, being on an app it’s totally private so I had no worries about other students or teaches. It took approximately ten minutes to finish the first lesson, I congratulated myself. My bladder did not, I was still sipping coffee and I was beginning to squirm a little and becoming uncomfortable. Still, I pressed on with my second lesson. My first question was to translate a sentence from English to Latin, clear headed it’s simple enough, but when bursting for a wee, it’s a lot trickier. The questing itself was; The sister lives in the city, but the brother sleeps at home. Ahhhh ummmm.. Soror in urbe est, sed frater domi dormit… please be right… YES!! First one down, a true relief. The second and third questions went by without a hitch too, question four however was a different story. The question was; the woman is writing but the father is not writing. The answer should have been femina scribet, sed vir non scribet, but I got muddled and got it wrong. Ten minutes added to my time, not too bad I thought. I was squirming but I still had the situation in control. Problem was, I got three more wrong, bringing my total to forty minutes altogether. “Oh my god” I thought to myself, I cannot wait another forty minutes. I figured I’d piss my pants way before that. I decided it was no longer safe to sit on my leather office chair without a towel under my ass, just in case. I crossed my legs and tried to concentrate but answering any questions was near impossible. My mind was muddled and I was beginning to tremble. My muscles were beginning to tire and I became hyper aware that I was tensed all over. I kept pressing my hand into my crotch but it felt counter productive, cause each time I did I could feel a slight moisture against my genitals, I guessed it was in my head but upon a visual inspection there was indeed a tiny wet spot. Only 30 minutes to go I told myself. I can do that. I drank some herbal tea, the coffee had made me thirsty and I figured the tea might help, which it did but it increased my desperation many fold. All of a sudden my squirming turned into bouncing up and down, it seemed to help. I managed to whittle away another ten minutes by bouncing up and down and messaging friends. Twenty minutes left. I received a call from a friend of mine, I have known him for years, he’s a Professor of Classics at Oxford university. We often spoke and our conversations were deep and varied, it seemed odd that he would call me whilst I was in New York though. Regardless I picked up the call. Turned out he was also in the States, on a working trip. Fundraising for the university. We chatted pleasantly for a few minutes, it helped take my mind of my impending bladder failure. Oh uh. I felt a leak. A small one but nonetheless, it was the first time my defences had been breached. I continued to chat as normally as I could, albeit with a tingly wetness against my genital and a general feeling of impending failure. We eventually ended the call. It was exhilarating. I was sat there, rocking back and forth, my bladder aching and groaning at me for being a silly girl, with a wet spot in my knickers. I dunno what it was but it was quite a thrill. Something to do with a having a secret I guess? A naughty one at that. Ten minutes left. My situation was now becoming near impossible. The wetness against my genitals was a persistent reminded of what was going to happen imminently. I simply couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up hoping it would help, but I could barely stand straight. I feared if I did I would wet myself entirely and I would have failed my own challenge. Uh ah. I couldn’t allow that. I was counting the minutes, they seemed more like hours. My thinking was becoming frantic. “It’s coming I can feel it!!” “It’s just a few minutes, you’re a grown woman you can do it” “Ignore your wet knickers, it’s all in your head” this is what I was telling myself. Bing!! I had a notification. I had a message from a member of the community I mentioned earlier, it was a general inquiring message which I was happy to receive. It was from a female member who wanted to know what I was up to, so I told her, everything about my situation. I explained I had seven minutes left to hold and that I could do it. She asked if I was still dry, I said no and blushed slightly. I was hoping she would tell me that I could go and wet myself now but no, quite the opposite. She said I wasn’t allowed yet, I had to wait ten more minutes, on top of the seven I already had!!! Urghhhhh!!! Also if I leaked again, it would be an extra ten minutes, for EACH leak!!! Oh my god I thought, well I’ve just leaked again. IVE JUST LEAKED!!! I can’t tell her, I can’t do this. Urrgh. I told her I leaked and that the small spot on my knickers was now larger and had covered the gusset. I begged for mercy, I’ll do the ten minutes but I cannot do much more. Please!??? She said no!!! It was twenty extra minutes. I kept pleading. I even sent her a photo of the growing wetness in my knickers as proof that I could take no more and needed mercy. She once again refused and reiterated twenty minutes. Hfhgygghyvh!! This isn’t possible!!! How do people hold for so long. Another leak. I am not telling her. I’m not. I can’t do twenty. I don’t think I can do five. Thirty is out of the question. The wetness had soaked through into my jeans and a clear wet spot was visible around my crotch area, it was spreading towards my ass too. Spreading… SPREADING!!! I’m loosing it!!! The leaks had turned into a solid trickle. I could take no more, my bladder was failing. The damned herbal tea. I stood up and drops dropped onto the carpet. I leaned back and patted my ass with my right hand to check the damage, it was becoming pretty bad. I was still trickling. I couldn’t stop it. I’d failed!! I tried to fight on. Even as the pee began to trickle down my legs I fought on. I braced every muscle I had. I was trembling uncontrollably and my jeans were becoming heavy. In my humiliation. I stopped fighting. I waddled to the bathroom, leaving a trail of wee behind me. It was coming down my legs, my socks were beginning to squelch with each step. I could take no more. I stepped into the shower cubicle and I let my muscles relax. Oh MY GOODNESS!!! Instantly I went from a solid trickle to a downright waterfall. My owe was THUNDERING down my legs and splashing into the ceramic below. I stood frozen. I could only describe it as bliss. Pure bliss. It was my bladder thanking me. I was overcome with euphoria and s certain light headedness. I was still peeing, would be for some time, the feeling it left me with, I don’t think I’ll forget it. I shook my legs and splish sploshed in my puddle. I squatted down, out of exhaustion, my ass was just above the puddle and almost like a final goodbye, the final contents of my bladder poured through my sodden knickers, through my weighted jeans and into the ceramic. I finished. I stood up. I stepped out the cubicle. I looked at myself in the mirror. WOW!!! My jeans were covered almost entirely. My crotch was dark, just dark, no blue was left, the innocent taken away by my folly. My ass was dripping wet and I mean dripping. I pulled my jeans down, which was easier said than done given how clingy they had become. My panties seemed beyond saving. I pulled them up, front and back so they sat properly on my waist. They were sodden and when I touched them, pee squeezed out and splashed on the floor. I took a few minutes to admire the view. Almost all the material had became soaked. On the crotch they were wet over halfway up to my waist, round the back it almost touched the WAISTBAND!! Good grief!!! Ahem. I think I know what I’m writing about now anyway. Where’s my vibe??
  7. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 028

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's the request I did for @Tsuchigumo550! I'm not accepting any more new request suggestions, but I am taking commissions. If you are interested in having me draw something for you, please consider checking out my commission thread, here! I've lowered my prices, and the new prices are listed a few posts into the thread! --- Pride and confidence make for a deadly combination! Perhaps she should have thought about that before mocking her friends for needing to pull over on their way to that concert last March... She laughed and took verbal jabs at them while they squatted, bare-assed, at the side of the car and gushed into the gravel on the shoulder of the highway. Of course, she remained seated, because she could "hold it like an adult." Maybe it was the fact that they were already running late... But in her carelessness she may have pushed her friends a little too far. From then on, whenever one of them mentioned that they needed the bathroom, she'd tell them to just "use the ground, like they did on the way to the concert!" It finally boiled over when she couldn't bring herself to give up the taunting even when her best friend was having a dire emergency during finals. "You have the biggest bladder? Prove it!" The challenge was set. She'd drink three tall bottles of whatever her friends chose and be forced to hold it for an hour per bottle! A bit of concern set in when she saw what her friends had brought her: three bottles of peach tea measuring a liter each... She was to drink an entire bottle within the first fifteen minutes of each of the three hours. Then, she was to remain seated. She could cross her legs, but hands were not allowed... and neither was complaining. (Why would her friends allow it after she had so mercilessly mocked them, anyway?) It would be... accurate... to say that her confidence had already melted at the end of the first hour. Already unable to sit still, she had to then pound down the second bottle... And the third would sit there, awaiting its turn to be imbibed, filtered out of her blood, and pushed into her swollen, quivering bladder. By the time the second hour ticked over, she was in agony. Her kidneys seemed to be working in overdrive, like faucets left on full blast. 'No hands' meant she couldn't undo the button on her shorts. Her willpower and clamped thighs were the only thing that kept her from becoming an unseemly water feature. At this time, she had an awareness of her pee hole that she never thought possible... and the lighting bolts of severe desperation told her that, no matter how embarrassed she was... no matter how much she'd eat her words if she peed herself, it would be her body, not her, that made the decision...
  8. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Here's the next page! And it didn't take over a month!
  9. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Here it is, the last page of 2019! Happy New Year, everyone! (Let's see if I can actually finish this comic in 2020! ) I do plan on at least getting a few more updates for this done before moving forward with more requests, however! I would say that I'll finally be able to pick up speed now that the holidays are out of the way, but I'm not going to jinx it! Anyway, if you are interested in having me draw something for you, please consider checking out my commission thread, here!:
  10. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Here is the last of the three pages I was working on! I hope this larger update made for the long gap between pages 21 and 22! (The next pages should, if all goes well, come out at relatively the same speed they were before the hiccup!) --- Anyway, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!
  11. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Next page is done! The third page I've been working on is a little further from completion than this one was, but I still have more done for it than I usually would at this point. Also, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!
  12. From the album: Off-Limits!

    The next page of Off-Limits! This is the first of three that I've been working on. I decided to upload this now so that you guys wouldn't have to keep waiting since it's been... like, a month and a half! (I have been spending all of my Omo-related time on this, so that may explain why I've been so quiet lately!) Anyway, the next pages should be ready soon. Also, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!
  13. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Hey guys! I was super busy this week, so I haven't really been on much. The good news is that I got this page done and the pencils for the next one!
  14. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Yes, I am still continuing this! (Sorry about the delayed return! Certain life-things got in the way of my usual schedule!)
  15. Ashi

    Bathroom Battles

    From the album: Kaze's Artwork

    No matter how it starts... this is how it always ends. Personal artwork c:

    © http://fav.me/d90hb4p

  16. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Sorry for the short page, guys! I had an off week!
  17. From the album: Off-Limits!

    What's this?! Another page that didn't take me a week to finish!
  18. A/N: Starring my OTP, Cyborg and Grid. Enjoy! "W-where am I...?" Cyborg woke up unable to move. His sight not yet clear, the poor teen titan groaned as he shook himself in an attempt to break free. But to no avail. Eventually, as his vision sharpened more and more, Cyborg could make out his surroundings. He was a few feet off the ground in a dark laboratory of sorts. He also realized his groans sounded a bit muffled, like something was blocking his mouth. That's when he heard the unmistakeable cackle of his arch-nemesis, Grid. "You are beneath me, Cyborg!" he snarled, reiterating something he'd said so many times before. But only this time, Cyborg began to genuinely believe his enemy's words. There was nothing he could do to escape his restraints, which had him confined to the wall Grid had tied him to. Cyborg tried to issue a muffled cry in response. Grid simply laughed at his gagged captive's pathetic vocalization and continued with his monologue. "By the end of this procedure, your shivering, frail self shall collapse with no way to recover, and your body will be in my hands," he said. He suppressed a laugh, and then took a few steps toward the weak Cyborg. "Let's get right to it," he mocked. Soon enough, Cyborg was unbound from the wall, only to be bound to a chair in another part of the room. His mouth still covered, poor Cyborg felt useless as his cybernetic powers were almost impossible to utilize in this predicament, and struggled against resigning to his fate of lending Grid his body. At that moment, Grid strutted into the room, his chest up haughtily. He cleared his throat, and then he huffed as he snapped his fingers. Cyborg was directed towards Grid's mechanical, skull-like visage. "If you disobey," Grid warned Cyborg, "you shall experience severe repercussions which will not allow you to live another day." A brief moment of silence passed, and then Grid resumed. "Now," said the sentient cybernetic system, "forget everything and pay attention to me, and me alone; lay back and close your eyes, let your mind drift away." Cyborg hesitated, but he did as he was told, as there was nothing inherently bad about it. His head, which he was ever so trying to clear until he was in peace, lay against the headrest of the chair obediently and his eyes were shut. Grid clenched his left hand into a fist and aimed it between Cyborg's legs, laughing to himself. Suddenly, Cyborg felt an onset of pressure grow in his bladder like a weight ton sitting dormant on his pelvis. As the sensation pressed down on his lower region more and more, Cyborg grimaced and couldn't help trying to squirm a bit. However, he didn't want anything to leak. So he relaxed his muscles, save for his continuously tightening bladder muscle, and tried to remain perfectly still. A few agonizing seconds passed, and then Cyborg decided he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes opened, bloodshot, and he tried as hard as he could to sit up in the chair he was tied to. "Grid..." Cyborg said as best as he could with his mouth taped. Suddenly, he realized it was Grid that was causing him to feel like he had a full bladder. Risking repercussion, Cyborg angrily looked Grid in the grill. "I can control you," Grid taunted, trying to intimidate Cyborg. "I will make your urinary urgency so strong, you would do anything to escape the discomfort and pain. Unless you are able to suffer the humiliation of urinating, of course." During this, Grid continued to increase Cyborg's need to go. Cyborg felt hell raising in his privates; a flow of urine rushing through, and trying so hard to break free from, his bladder. But, of course, Cyborg held it in, as he didn't want even further torment. Eventually, the pressure became too painful for Cyborg. One more minute like this, and it was going to explode. So Cyborg closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and let it all go naturally. A stream of urine came pouring out of Cyborg's bottom, soaking the chair he was in. The steel sentinel had no regrets about it. He needed to find a way to end his misery. Grid watched the puddle of urine form at the bottom of the drenched chair and chuckled. "I knew you were going to do it," he said quite mockingly. He strode over to the heavily relieved hybrid and tore the piece of tape gagging him off his mouth. "Why would you do that to me?" said Cyborg as he found himself able to speak again. "For my amusement. We're not done yet." Cyborg gasped as even more trouble awaited him. He'd already went through that painstaking experience of holding his urine; what more could Grid possibly have in store for him? He was about to find out...
  19. TW/CW: This contains brief mentions of sexual abuse (no descriptions, no incidents in the plot). Plot summary: Government of unnamed country decides to fight against sex crime in a new, controversial way, introducing an electronic underwear lock for cisgender men and AMAB* non-binaries (although I'm going to use "men" for easier writing as I'm not fluent enough in English - sorry!). It can be unlocked only under shower, in a bathtub, while sitting on a toilet or in special designated areas. There's also device that allows to unlock other person's lock for sex, but it registers every use, so when it's used improperly, it gets deactivated for certain amount of time (depending of misuse's severity). People who commit certain type of crimes get more restrictions and limits with every incident. *AMAB - assigned male at birth I'm not an English native speaker, but I hope it's enjoyable enough to read. :) Let me know if you're interested in continuation or it's better as an one-shot concept only. ________________________ 1. EUL introduction After trying more reasonable - and unsuccessful - methods in war against sex crimes, government eventually voted in favour of controversial bill, commonly known among citizens as "the cock lock law". It made mandatory for every man to wear an electronic underwear lock (EUL), requiring a special unlocking unit to access one's genitals. There has been a huge riot against it, but government was rigid, forcing unwilling men to cooperate by brute force. Newly created police department, mockingly called "Cockblockers", had right to check on men's privates and use physical means to bring any unsecured citizen down to the nearest locking facility. "The cock lock law" was fair in its ridiculousness and even tourists had to obey it, making EUL equally needed as passport or visa. Every attempt to remove or modify EUL triggered a loud, characteristic alarm, which was impossible to mute until police unit had reset it. Government had spent a lot of money on free toilet renovations for every household and public toilet, making sure every man had an accessible toilet nearby. Renovated toilets were equipped with USB-like cord that allowed to deactivate EUL for as long as one's was sitting on a seat. Of course there were attempts to lengthen the cord, trick EUL into thinking it's connected, weight a seat to imitate sitting position while still standing or making deals with other people to use their unlocking devices, but developers had reacted quickly and every way to cheat was eventually blocked. There was increasing number of vandalism though - some individuals purposely damaged both main and back-up cords to make sure toilet was inaccessible for anyone with EUL. This led to growing anxiety among wearers and forced government to spend more on maintenance. There was an idea for emergency kit that would allow men to urinate in case of broken unlocking unit, but it was yet to be developed. Since EUL was intended to prevent sexual assault, it had a significant impact on men's sexual life. After sexologists and psychologists advocated for a way to allow men masturbate without other person's unlocking device, every wearer had been allowed to pick a "self-care spot" in privacy of their home and call for technicians to install additional unlocking station. Trying to keep balance between keeping men in healthy, non-frustrated condition and making sure excessive masturbation won't encourage either looking for gradually stronger stimulants or avoiding healthy sex relationships, government allowed for only one "self-care session" every day. EUL covered only genitals, so many men got interested in anal toys, which eventually led to being more open about anal play and increased pegging popularity. Pegging became a common one night stand sex, which allowed women to enjoy sex without removing EUL for their own safety. Men-loving-men communities had it a bit hard, because usually both of participants had penises and thus both of them had to deal with unlocking their partner. If their partner misbehaved, their device could be deactivated or taken away, even if they later wanted to unlock different person. This caused a new occupation to be born - sex offenders that had no problem with being punished by law, exposed cheating husbands and boyfriends by causing deactivation of their device. To encourage good behaviour government decided to use more punishments than rewards. Sex crime definition became insanely strict, making even a slight mistake an excuse to register someone as sex offender. Things like catcalling, continuing to flirt or send messages after phrase "I'm not interested in a sexual or romantic relationship with you" or sending an infamous "dick pic" were illegal. First-time sex offenders' unlocking area would be restricted to non-public toilets and bathrooms, which meant they could use their own or their friend's restroom, but had no access to toilets registered as public ones, including those at work, college or restaurant. Places like campuses or hostels were required to keep at least one bathroom for registered sex offenders only, which was the only toilet they had access to as well. While innocent men and first-time offenders had their unlocking times unlimited, recidivists were limited to less and less unlocking times with every new incident. This was made mostly to discourage them from further abuse, but also made them stay home more often. Unlocking times were a joined amount for either showering, urinating or masturbation, so - excluding showers, when they could do all of these activities at once - they were forced to choose which they had been needing more. Social disapproval for desperate men had began as they were suspected to be a sex offender with restricted unlocking time or area. Being seen desperate meant an instant gossip and troubles with getting a date. Some men spent a lot of time training their bladders at home just to avoid this stigma. Adult diapers became prescription item, making it unavailable for average man after sex offenders used them as a way to cheat on their unlocking limits. Doctors were concerned, but no awareness campaign had changed this situation. Men just had to learn how to live in this new, weird world.
  20. From the album: Off-Limits!

    Another page is done! I hope you all had a good Easter!
  21. Hey everyone. I was talking with another member of the site a few nights ago wondering of way I could contribute back instead of just lurking as I usually do. I mentioned I had made some pee holding challenges a few years back and we thought it would be a good idea if I made a new one. So the other night I sat down and made up a new challenge similar in genre to my previous ones, but "new and improved" (or so I hope). I'll post a link to it here so you can check it out and maybe even take it if you'd like. Feel free to let me know what you think either on the form there or by replying here. http://www.misterpoll.com/polls/620741
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