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  1. TJC

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    From the album: Magical Girl J Guard Images

    Magical Girl J Guard infiltrated her sworn enemy Team Glacier's hideout. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to pee before beginning her mission and had a rather full bladder upon arrival.' Shortly after arriving she was discovered. She was over powered, and in the fight her suit got damaged, exposing her breasts. She was captured and chained to a wall in a holding cell. Team Glacier thugs questioned her about what her intentions were, but she wouldn't break. Not content without answers they decided to try and make her talk. They attached cables from an electric generator to her exposed nipples and administered powerful electric shocks to her. The electricity was too much for her bladder, causing her to pee herself. How will Magical Girl J Guard escape?
  2. I imagine a community with the following laws. (1) If you wet your pants or wet your bed, you are sentenced to be brought into the crowded public square, still in your wet clothes, stripped naked, and put into diapers and transparent plastic pants. After that you are forbidden to relieve yourself other than in your diaper. You will be changed in public as needed. (2) If you're guilty of some other offense, you are brought into the crowded public square fully clothed and desperate to pee and restrained so that you can't flee and can't reach for your crotch and everyone has a good view of you. They all watch as you're forced to have an accident. Then having had an accident, of course you're treated as in article (1) above. (3) It is not a punishable offense to force someone to have an accident. If you do that, then of course your victim must be dealt with as in article (1) above. Moreover, after their public diapering, you own them; they're your pet and of course you can spank them if you like. One of the ways this is done is that you forcibly drag an innocent person into the public square for punishment according to article (2) above. You don't pretend they're guilty, you tell the public that just for fun you want to punish this innocent person by making them have a public accident. Doing that is considered innocent fun. After they have an accident, of course they have to be treated as in article (1) above and you own them. (4) However, suppose you engage as you usually do in the innocent pleasure of trying to force someone to have an accident, as in article (3) above, but you fail. They escape from you and relieve themselves in a non-omorashi way, using the plumbing facilities. Then you are guilty of crime and must be punished according to article (2) above, and your victim owns you. Of course, this means some people may fraudulently pretend to be desperate to pee, so that someone else will try to have fun restraining and tickling them, and fail, and so the attacker must be punished as in article (2) above. You may find yourself in either of the two roles above, deceiving and ending up owning a diaper-wetter, or getting deceived and ending up being an owned diaper-wetter. (5) Sometimes a public human sacrifice must take place, so a lottery picks an innocent person to be brought into the public square and treated as in article (2) above. Of course this is a popular public entertainment as are all punishments and forced wettings. A host at a party may entertain guests by kidnapping someone who's desperate to pee and placing them in restraints so that guests can watch their ensuing accident. This wetter is then of course subject to articles (1) and (3) above and so must get publicly diapered.
  3. HaruhiSuzumiya

    Capture (DC fanfiction)

    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...
  4. Noy looked like the sweetest girl alive, in her Thai student uniform of pale blue blouse and dark blue pleated skirt, with her waist length black hair in a ponytail. And, most of the time, she was. But, when it came to other attractive young ladies like herself, she was a rather perverted individual. Her university was the sort where love between 2 girls could blossom freely, and she spent far too long considering which one of her fellow beauties she would attempt to seduce. Of course, she had to be interested in pretty girls as well, and most girls weren't, regardless of Noy's seductive charms. Such was the life of a gay girl. But there was one gorgeous beauty who was a definite prospect - Kanya, known as "Pia". Pia was an elegant young lady, with her waist length brown hair in 2 plaits, and she was definitely into girls. Noy knew she had better move before another girl did, but was apprehensive for one peculiar reason; she didn't quite know how to handle her fetishes. For Noy, contrary to her innocent appearance, was deeply into BDSM. Her fantasies of sex with Pia involved dominating and spanking her. This alone would be little issue; most girls wouldn't be too put off by such things. But her biggest passion, omorashi, was a different story. She somehow doubted that ladylike Pia would much fancy soiling her skirt and being masturbated through her filthy knickers. But she could not let that fantasy go. Omorashi was the ultimate submission, the ultimate humiliation. And Noy didn't think she could really have a fulfilling long term relationship without it. It obviously wasn't something she could bring up on the first date, or the second, or the third, or...how could she possibly ever bring it up? In a way, Pia brought it up first. One fateful day, at the start of a long lecture, Pia felt a sudden urge to poo. She wasn't sure why, though she suspected the curry she had last night had something to do with it. As time went on, she could tell it was a big one. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and strained, trying to focus on the lecture. Her stomach gurgled. She almost slipped a fart, but barely held it back. She couldn't possibly let one out in front of Noy, no matter how relieving it would feel. She fancied Noy as much as Noy did her, but she was too shy to bring it up. And certainly too shy to fart in front of her. Noy had seen enough omorashi porn to know that Pia had to poo. And she had to poo badly. She found herself increasingly distracted from the lecture and attracted to Pia's lithe legs and anguished face. Her vagina was starting to dilate a little already. She felt disgusted with herself, but she couldn't help it. If Pia farted, or, even better, pooed her skirt...she'd be on the edge of orgasm. She reminded herself to be realistic. Grown women don't poo their skirts very often, and Pia would most likely just dash off to the toilets for some much-needed relief. She briefly fantasised about restraining her, but immediately dismissed this as utterly unethical, ashamed she'd even considered it. But she could attempt to...distract Pia from going to the toilet for as long as possible. Maybe long enough for her to slip a fart. Maybe even long enough that she wouldn't make it. Pia could tell Noy was fancying her, but she believed this to be despite her predicament, not because of it. In Pia's mind, slipping a fart would be the end of it. A pretty girl like Noy wouldn't possibly want a girlfriend who farted in front of her. As soon as lectures were over, she'd dash off to the toilets to find relief before she embarrassed herself. The lecture ended, and the students stood up to leave. Pia held her stomach and bent over, wincing in pain from the pressure on her bottom. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. She was absolutely bursting, and it was a testament to her strength that she hadn't farted. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, looking as seductive as she could. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the bar with me. You're seriously cute." "Um, thanks, Noy, I'd love to, but I need to use the toilet first," said Pia. "There's a toilet in the bar," said Noy. "Why don't we walk on over -" "It's an emergency," said Pia. She was already concerned by all the other girls heading for the toilets in front of her. Noy was blocking her way. By the time she got there, she'd be near the back of the queue. "An emergency?" said Noy, acting dumb. "You mean you don't think you can make it to the bar?" "Yeah," said Pia, blushing. She strained against the massive pressure on her bottom. "Noy, please, get out of the way. I really need to go. Now." "OK, fine", said Noy, very slowly walking towards the door. "If you're using the toilet here, I'll use it, too." Pia hurried to the door as quickly as she could, holding her bottom with one hand. Noy giggled. She was trembling with arousal already. Now if only she'd slip a fart... Noy took her place behind Pia in the toilet queue. Pia was bent over, holding her stomach, sweating from the strain. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, "are you sure about going here? The queue's pretty long. Why don't we go over to the bar?" "I'd be near the front of it if it weren't for you blocking my way," said Pia, annoyed. "Uhhh..." She barely restrained a massive urge to poo. "Well, sorry," said Noy. "I didn't realise it was such an emergency." "Yeah, I know," said Pia. "It's not your fault...uhhh..." The sight of the toilets just out of reach was making it so much harder for Pia to hold it. Noy knew about "latch key incontinence" in theory, but to see it working on a sexy girl in practice was just incredible. The fart which puffed from Pia's skirt was even more incredible. Noy shuddered as she smelt it. It wasn't a good smell, but the humiliation which it represented was making her vagina slippery. She really shouldn't be feeling this way, but she just couldn't help it, any more than Pia could help yielding to the massive pressure in her bowels. Pia blushed in deep humiliation as she smelt the stench of her fart. She had to make it to the toilet, agonising as it was to resist letting go. If she didn't, her chances with Noy were gone. No dignified girl would want a girlfriend who poos her skirt. Fortunately for Pia, Noy wasn't a dignified girl in the slightest, and her passion for Pia was growing with every anguished look on her face and every fart that squeaked through her trembling bottom. Her fantasies were coming true. But would they reach their glorious climax - Pia pooing her skirt? It was a lot to hope for, but Noy was becoming increasingly optimistic. As the sweating Pia slipped another fart, it was obvious she was starting to lose control. Perhaps her knickers were already skid marked. Oh, to see under that skirt! But Noy restrained herself. "Do you think you'll make it, Pia?" she asked. "I...think...so..." said Pia, trying to look as strong as she could. In truth, she knew she had seconds to spare. The proximity of the toilet was making it harder and harder to hold it, and the pressure was coming to bursting point. If that queue didn't hurry up, she'd be dropping a load in her skirt, and she knew it. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall, gasping for strength. There were only 3 girls in front of her...2...1...but with every step she took closer to the toilet, holding it became harder still. Due to not having wasted her teenage years masturbating to omorashi, Pia was unaware of latchkey incontinence, but she was certainly feeling it. Another fart squeaked from her bottom. She blushed deeper, relieved that somehow she hadn't followed through. Noy inhaled the stench like it was fresh mountain air. The stench of utter humiliation. But would she...Noy fantasised about the anguished strain on Pia's face as her strength finally failed her and she pooed her skirt at last. Would she see that? She admired Pia's strength to have lasted so long. She was clearly restraining a massive poo, and many girls would have given in by now. Noy wondered how well she would have fared in the same situation. She suspected she'd be crying in a filthy skirt by now. At any rate, she certainly wasn't going to judge Pia harshly for giving in if...or when...she did. Pia finally reached the front of the queue. Her knickers were still spotless white. She'd made it...almost. As she sighed a little in relief, she felt a surge of pressure like none she had felt before. A surge she simply couldn't resist. She hammered on the stall door, almost by instinct. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm...I'm..." Despite her straining with all her strength, poo forced through her anus into her knickers. She whimpered in pain as tears of humiliation came to her eyes. Now resigned to her filthy fate, she leaned back against the wall and moaned as she felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. Noy knew exactly what was happening, and was thrilled. She was on the edge of orgasm, and the slightest touch of her G-spot would have sent her over the edge. Her fantasies were coming true. "Hey, Pia, it's OK," she said, putting an arm around her. "You held out really well. You couldn't help it." Pia whimpered as tears flowed down her face. Noy seemed to be taking this much better than she thought she would. In fact, she seemed...turned on. Surely not. Noy wanted nothing more than to flip up Pia's skirt and masturbate her, but knew that doing this would get her immediately expelled and probably registered as a sex offender, not to mention being completely non-consensual. She exercised her utmost restraint in just giving Pia a cuddle. Though she did let her hand creep down to feel the warmth of the poo in the back of Pia's skirt. It was a big one, and she'd let it all out. The stall door opened. The girl inside came out, and grimaced at the stench. Seeing Pia sobbing, she immediately realised what had happened, and hurried on, feeling deeply sorry for her but really not wanting to stick around. Pia dashed into the toilet and began trying to clean up as best she could. She was so, so glad that girls wore skirts. In a skirt, she could just discard her obliterated knickers and carry on without anyone noticing. If she'd been wearing trousers as the boys did, she'd have to wear obviously soiled trousers on her shameful walk home. She pitied any poor boys who suffered similar circumstances. Noy needed a stall as well, for very different reasons. She needed to jerk off, now. She was trembling in passion, and could think of nothing but fucking Pia, but Pia obviously wasn't in the mood right now. Unless...perhaps, in her vulnerability, she'd be up for coming home for a shower? And some comfort? And some sex? One fantasy had come true today. Why not another? Noy decided she'd try it. When the tearful Pia, with knickers discarded, emerged from the stall, she hugged her again. "Hey, Pia," she said. "Do you fancy coming back to my place? For a shower, and some comfort?" "Um...yeah, I guess," said Pia, rather confused. Who on Earth would want to take home a girl who'd just soiled herself? She knew this offer would mean sex - she wasn't totally naive - but she was up for that. Noy was seriously hot. The girls walked back to Noy's room holding hands. Noy could think of nothing but the shower sex they were going to have. Pia didn't know what to feel. She was deeply humiliated, but that somehow felt good when Noy was taking charge of her. Noy let Pia into her room. "Come on, let's go shower," she said. "Who goes first?" said Pia, playing dumb. "No, both of us," said Noy. "Come on." Both girls pulled off their clothes as quickly as they could, and gazed at each other's beautiful bodies. Noy switched on the shower, and let it run warm before stepping in. Pia stepped in after her. As soon as she had, Noy held her tight and started French kissing her. Both girls were deeply aroused, Noy a single touch away from orgasm. Noy started feeling Pia's G-spot, and Pia then did the same to Noy. Noy came almost at once, urine flowing down her legs with the shower water as she utterly lost control. It was the most intense climax she'd ever had. Pia took a little longer to come, but soon was moaning in pleasure as Noy's fingers got to her. Both girls felt a deep connection that needed no words. Their relationship may not have started auspiciously, but it definitely seemed like one worth pursuing.
  5. Thorn177

    Andi's Secret

    I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.
  6. rachelkirwan

    Pullups in Hard Core Bondage

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    Well, I found this in a strange place. A lovely woman puts on a pullups, and then is put in some sort of BDSM cocoon... Enjoy, Rach

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  7. View File Pullups in Hard Core Bondage Well, I found this in a strange place. A lovely woman puts on a pullups, and then is put in some sort of BDSM cocoon... Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/29/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay
  8. Here is a super sexy video i found. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bf3085d54e25 Dominatrix Lesbian Plays with Pee Desperate Slave - Pornhub.com.mp4
  9. A long time ago, I started a story called Thieves and it was one of those that I failed to complete. After so much time went by, I was convinced that no one was interested in this anymore, but I discovered that this was not true at all. I want to warn everyone who clicks on this that some of the content from the original story was dark, so if BDSM and humiliation is not for you, then please move on because I do not want you to read something that will be upsetting for you. There is also a tag for male content, since the first part of this tale had some in the last few chapters that were posted. Here is a link to the story if you have not read it before or if you would like to refresh your memory. With all of that being said, thank you @Foxlover for helping me out with brainstorming and coming up with ideas for this. Your interest in this also helped a lot as well. I also want to thank you @JTeam_, for your enthusiastic encouragement. It showed me that there was still interest in this. My goal is to update this every Sunday, but if I can't make that deadline, then I'll let everybody know. Now, without further ado, let's see what it takes for Natalie and Shelly to get out of this seemingly hopeless situation. *** Thieves 2 As the Snow Flies Prologue With the curtain pulled shut and the hot water flowing down on her, Natalie was happy to be alone with Shelly again. She put her arms around her dear friend, who then did the same for her. They both needed to wash up, after having covered each other with their bodily fluids, during the wild sexual encounter they had just shared. For now, they only wanted to hold each other. Natalie felt safe, with Shelly’s naked body pressed up against hers beneath the flow of the steamy shower. After everything they had endured since Jake led them into the spider’s web, it was a pleasant feeling. “I can’t believe it,” Natalie whispered into Shelly’s ear. “I can’t believe that I didn’t get punished.” Shelly kissed Natalie’s neck and gently rubbed her back. “I know. I can’t believe that any of this happened.” From outside of the bathroom, Natalie could still hear the occasional crack of a whip, while the sick bastard that handed them over continued to receive his due punishment. The shower was loud enough to block out most of it, but what little she could hear, still provided her with the satisfaction that he was getting what he deserved. Shelly reached for the shelf hanging from the showerhead and grabbed a washcloth. She held it under the flowing water and reached for a bar of soap. “I’m glad I didn’t have to go through this without you, Nat… But at the same time, I wish you weren’t here. I wanted to rob that place, but you would not have come if you had known what we were doing, so I am sorry.” Natalie allowed herself to relax a little while her friend washed her back. “It’s okay. I still might have come with you anyway, just to be with you, and all of this still could have happened. I know I said earlier that I wouldn’t have, but…” Deciding not to focus on how things could have been different, she sighed quietly while her friend continued to clean her up. “I’m glad that Jake is getting whipped instead of me, but why? None of this makes any sense…” The two released one another from their embrace, so Shelly could kneel down to wash Natalie’s legs. “Natalie, when I was still alone with Miss Annette and Jake, they told me that he broke in five years ago and stole a lot of shit. He said he owed her a lot of money.” “He did?” Natalie asked, surprised. “I heard him say something earlier about giving them cash, but why us? Why did they want us?” Shelly looked up at her while she worked. “He said that if he brought her and Miss Aalia slaves, then that would take care of what he couldn’t pay.” Could that be true? Natalie wondered. Did he hand us over just to pay off a debt? Despite the explanation, she still had a lot of unanswered questions about all of this. If he paid off his debt, then why would they turn on him and start punishing him like that? This still makes no sense! Shelly finished up with Natalie’s legs and then proceeded to wash her feet, but didn’t say any more. Once again, the brown haired girl found herself ascending the emotional roller coaster, as her fear began to build again. “I still don’t get it, Shelly,” Natalie said, shaking her head. “Why would they punish him now, when his debt has been paid? Is this some twisted idea of justice that they have?” The redhead sighed. “I don’t know, Nat… I doubt they care about justice. They’re sick fucks, is what they are. It seems like they’re trying to twist our minds, so that we’ll like what they’re doing.” Natalie’s anxiety continued to rise. “But… I don’t… We don’t…” Shelly stood back up and looked into her eyes. “They’ve been using our own kinks against us since the very beginning. They know what we like and have been manipulating us into doing things we wouldn’t normally consent to. Jake probably told them about all of our secrets and that is how they are able to do it.” Natalie frowned and considered the possibility that they were developing a case of Stockholm Syndrome. “When Miss Aalia and Alexis peed on me earlier… It was hot… and Miss Aalia’s so gorgeous… but so evil and twisted, that… that…” Shelly put her arms around Natalie again. “No matter what they do, we will never let them have control over us. We just have to make them think that they are succeeding.” “I just want to go home!” Natalie cried. “I want to be with you and go to college so I can have a career I can be happy with! I don’t want to be a slave forever…” Shelly kissed her neck again. “I know. We’ll come up with something. For now, we just have to bide our time, until the time is right. When the chance to escape comes, we will report them. We can’t let them do this to someone else, especially people who are not lucky enough to have their best friend with them.” Natalie hugged her friend tight. “Until then… they can’t hurt anyone else, as long as they’re focused on us… Right?” “Yes, that’s right,” Shelly replied. “When we’re gone, they will be screwed.” Shelly finished washing the rest of Natalie’s body and then they switched positions. It was finally her turn to get clean. For the rest of their shower, the two of them remained silent. When they were done, Shelly turned off the water and pulled open the curtain. Outside of the bathroom, everything was suddenly quiet. The only thing they could hear was the sound of water dripping down from the showerhead. They both stood there, with their hands folded near their nether regions, and waited for their Mistresses to come back for them. Luckily the bathroom was quite warm, so they did not have to worry about getting cold during their wait. After a few minutes, the door finally opened and Alexis, Jennifer, and Ms. Aalia stepped inside. The two other slaves retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet beneath the sink and approached the shower. Natalie was surprised to see that they were no longer topless. They both had a t-shirt on over their torsos, but beneath that, they were still clad in just their panties. Ms. Aalia put her hands on her hips and smiled, while Alexis and Jennifer wrapped the towels around the newcomers. “Alright, good! Now that you’re both nice and clean, it’s about time for bed. I’m sure you’re both exhausted…” Both Natalie and Shelly nodded as they stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off. It was a little after midnight when they first arrived at the other house, but now, they had no idea how late it was. They were definitely in need of rest. *** After his whipping, Jake was taken out to the garage by Ms. Annette, while Ms. Aalia and her two slaves went to help their newest playthings get dried and dressed. He was lying on an old mattress, wearing nothing but his wet boxer shorts. The rest of his clothes were scattered about on the concrete floor and he had red streaks across his back, from the lashing he had received. Never before had he been as freaked out as he was right then. There was an electric furnace in the garage, to keep him warm while he recovered from his beating. It was cold outside and the wind was starting to pick up, so it was important not to let him freeze out there. Ms. Annette stood over him, with her hands on her hips and a grin on her face, while he lay there, wondering why he was punished. Jake scowled up at her. “Why did you whip the shit out of me?! I-I gave you the cash and the girls! What more do you want from me?” Ms. Annette chuckled. “Oops, I think I forgot to tell you one more… minor thing. Getting beaten up is a part of your initiation!” He blinked twice and his scowl became a look of confusion. “You… forgot? Miss Annette, all you said I had to do was pay a fee and bring you slaves. Why didn’t you tell me that I had to get beaten up to get in?” His Mistress folded her arms and put one of her feet on the mattress, so that the toe of her black high-heel was directly in front of his manhood. “I was going to explain it to you beforehand, but I thought this would be more fun…” She chuckled again and winked at him. “After you agreed to help us confuse the girls, by going along with our story about paying off a debt, I decided that we could confuse them further by making an example of you. It keeps them guessing and gets you in, so it worked.” Jake hugged himself, even though he wasn’t cold. All he felt was fear. “So, what’s going to happen to me now, Mistress? When do I get to have a bladder slave?” Ms. Annette wagged a finger at him. “Patience, Jacob… Patience… As a new member of the Floodgate Society, there are certain rules that must be followed. You have to be trained as a bladder slave, before you can become a full member. After that, you will be provided with your own property and an allowance of cash, to help you start your new life. Then you can earn success in the world and buy bladder slaves from other members. If the elders like you, then you might even receive one as a gift.” Jake shook his head, since all of this was difficult to understand. “Will you or Miss Aalia be training me?” “No, the elders have decided that you will be trained by Master William,” she replied. “He owns a mansion all the way out in Virginia, deep in the mountains. It’s a beautiful property… I do hope you will like it there.” “M-master?!” he cried. “Can’t a woman train me instead?” Ms. Annette tipped her head back and let out an evil cackle. “You are in no position to make demands, Neophyte. The elders decide what role you will play, until they are satisfied that you can be trusted. Until then, you do as you are told and obey, otherwise, you will be banished.” Jake swallowed hard. “Okay, I understand, Miss Annette. I meant no disrespect, but I had to ask.” “Alright, Jake, get dressed,” Ms. Annette instructed. “The girls should be nearly finished with their shower by now. I need you to be ready so I can take you and Shelly back to my house. You will meet your new master tomorrow.” With that, she turned away and returned to the house through the side door. With a groan, Jake forced himself up into a sitting position and reached for his pants. “This sucks…” For the first time since meeting Ms. Annette, he actually regretted joining their society. The part of the story about robbing her house when he was thirteen was true, but the rest of what he told Shelly was completely false. In exchange for not charging him for his crimes, he was permitted to join the secret society after his eighteenth birthday and was told that he would be able to have a bladder slave someday. In the months that went by after he reached adulthood, his excitement about getting in had grown, but now, he only felt fear and shame. What have I done? He asked himself. He put on his pants and quickly gathered the rest of his clothes. There was no backing out of the deal now, since banishment was the worst thing that could happen to someone, once they’ve been accepted into the society. He knew there was nothing he could do about this, since he brought this on himself.
  10. TJC

    Artist omorashi

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    This is a cute comic i found in the gallery. I uploaded all the images in one file. I couldn't find who the artist was though.

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  11. Apeeling

    female General erotic vid

    I know this might not interest most of you, but I thought I would post it for the once that would enjoy it. It's okay if you don't find it fitting for the site - you can remove it :) It's a video galleri I did, gathering up most of my nude and fetish pictures. Therefore, obiously, there will be both nude women, men and several fetish and BDSM pictures. Don't watch if you've anything against any of that. The reason I'm posting it, is that all of my wetting photage is in it too, and I do know you'll enjoy that :) I've tried to make it start out with the omorashi pics, so you can watch the start and then stop, if you don't want to deal with the rest. It's a private vid, so it's only accesable by link. Please do not foreward this link!
  12. LucyVersion2.0

    Dirty Shield Brothers

    Okay, guys, doing it right this time, putting the whole thing in one thread. Sorry for doing it haphazardly in the past. About: This is another WWE fan fiction story. It is slash, and features watersports on all levels, sex, and some BDSM. Not safe for work. Contains vulgar language and some light drug use. Still ongoing/incomplete. Summary: Seth Rollins recovers from surgery with the help of his lover, Dean Ambrose. His other former Shield brother, Roman Reigns, also comes to visit. But, Dean and Roman can't stay, the show must go on. While they travel together, Seth is left behind, but the Authority sends their ailing pet a "gift" in the form of a houseboy. Submissive Seth has to learn how to become dominant. Chapter 1 – Seth's Knee Surgery Seth awoke for the first time he could remember after the surgery. He had to piss so terribly he thought he was going to wet the bed. It was even worse than the awful pain coming from his repaired right knee. He was also nauseated, yet thirsty, like he had the flu. He honestly felt like he might throw up, and moaned. “Hey, you're awake!” Dean's voice said, brightly, and he sprang out of a chair Seth hadn't yet noticed. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” “Trash can, I think I'm going to be sick.” Dean got the trash can there just as Seth began to retch and dry-heave, but that's all it was. Dean was alarmed. “I'll call a nurse.” He pressed Seth's call button, and did his best to comfort his lover, who felt cool and clammy. He stroked Seth's hair and rubbed the back of his neck. Very soon a young, sandy-haired male nurse appeared, smiling kindly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Rollins. I'm Matt, your evening nurse. How are you feeling?” Seth felt so awful he couldn't do anything but shake his head. Dean had to speak for him. “He's really feeling sick to his stomach, and feels cold and clammy. He tried throwing up, but nothing came up, since he hasn't had anything since last night.” Matt nodded. “Very common way to feel after surgery. A lot of stress on the body, a lot of drugs and anesthesia. I'll get you something for the nausea. Are you having any pain?” Seth nodded, and cleared his throat. “Yes. It hurts worse now than it did before. I don't think I've ever felt worse overall. On top of what he said, I feel weak, tired, thirsty, and I really need to, um, drain off.” Matt lifted the blankets near the end of Seth's bed. “I'll take your catheter out and get you a urinal right away.” “I'll step out for a bit,” Dean said, and squeezed Seth's hand affectionately before leaving. Matt pulled the curtain around Seth's bed. “I'm not going to lie to you and tell you this won't hurt at all, but it won't hurt nearly as much as you think. Just try to relax, and take deep breaths.” Seth tried to follow the nurse's advice, but it still burned when Matt pulled the plumbing from his cock, and helpless tears sprang to his eyes. “It's okay, it's out now. I'll go and get your meds and and some water so you can have some privacy.” Matt positioned a urinal for Seth, who exploded before his nurse could even turn away. As soon as that discomfort was taken care of, the pain in his knee grew exponentially, and he began to cry like he was six years old again. Matt reappeared, took the urinal away, and handed Seth a box of Kleenex. “Is it the pain?” Seth nodded and wiped his eyes. “As soon as I get your vitals, I'll give you something for the pain,” Matt assured him. Seth continued to sniffle while Matt took his temperature, blood pressure, and looked at the monitor and IV lines. Then, he cleaned off a port in the IV line with an alcohol swab, and gave him two injections through it. “You should be feeling a lot better in a few minutes, Mr. Rollins.” Seth wiped away the last of his tears, and blew his nose. “Thank you. And, call me Seth.” “Okay, Seth. Did you want a wet cloth for your face?” “Yes...That would feel nice.” He took a sip of the water Matt had brought, and it didn't unsettle his stomach. His parched mouth chanted relief. Matt brought him a cool, wet, washcloth from the private bathroom, then busied himself in a computer, putting notes in Seth's chart. Seth washed his face, then folded the cloth over his eyes. He looked horrible when he cried, and he didn't want Dean to know. He wondered how long Dean had been here; Seth had made it known to his friends and coworkers that he didn't want any visitors, so he hadn't expected to find his lover beside him. But, Seth was really happy he did. When the nurse was satisfied Seth was feeling somewhat better, he left, and Dean reappeared, pushing a cart laden with flowers, balloons, and gifts. “Lots of well-wishers, Seth. I already weeded out the fan stuff and had it sent on to the children's hospital.” “Thank you.” Seth smiled, feeling fuzzy from the drugs, and Dean. Dean gave him a hug. When he pulled away, Seth thought he saw tears in his lover's eyes, happy tears. He turned his attention back to Seth's get well gifts. “Just look at all this stuff! I don't know where to start.” “The flowers,” Seth suggested. “Because nothing says 'get well soon' like a dead flower.” “Oh, babe, have a heart!” Dean chided playfully. He picked up an arrangement and read the card. “This is from Mark Henry.” Before Seth could reply, there was a knock on his door, and Dr. Shu, his surgeon, came in. Dean excused himself again. Seth hoped he wouldn't come back with yet another cart full of gifts. Dr. Shu told Seth his surgery had gone very well, and he would be using crutches first thing tomorrow, and that he would have been using them tonight if he hadn't had a shot of morphine. Right then, walking on crutches didn't even seem like a remote possibility to Seth. After Dr. Shu left, Matt came in with an in-room dining menu. “You can order your dinner from here by calling the number on the front, or your friend can bring you whatever you'd like from the outside.” Seth thanked him, and Dean came back as Seth was looking at the menu. He knew he should eat, he hadn't since dinner last night, but he wasn't hungry. “Did you want me to get you some takeout?” Dean asked, and sat down in the chair beside Seth's bed. “I'm not hungry.” Seth set the menu on his table. “You need to eat something, though. Dude wouldn't have brought that to you if they didn't want you to eat something.” “True,” Seth sighed. He tried picking the menu back up, but drugged, he could not. Dean picked it up instead. “Wow, they've got practically everything!” What are you in the mood for? If it's not on here, I'll go get it.” “No, honey, you don't have to do that. I just want something small.” “Soup and a sandwich?” Dean asked. “Yeah, that sounds good. Tomato and grilled cheese.” Dean searched the menu. “They've got it!” He exclaimed triumphantly. “Comfort food. I'll get the same.” “Will you call the number on the front?” Seth asked. “My brain isn't...” “I've got it handled.” Dean picked up the room phone. He ordered their trays, adding milk, coffee, and chocolate cake to the agreed upon tomato soup and grilled cheese, but Seth didn't object, it sounded good. “They should be up in forty-five minutes or less,” Dean told him, after hanging up the phone. “I hope it's less,” Seth said. “I wasn't hungry before, but now I'm so hungry I feel sick all over again.” Dean jumped up and went to the cart of gifts. “There's food in here. Lots of candy, a tin of giant cashews from...Neville...Team Bella sent you four gourmet cupcakes...And Roman sent you this ridiculous chicken-shaped mug, and good old Mrs. Grass.” Seth giggled at the ugly mug. “Let's try the cashews.” Dean opened the decorative tin, and plastic bag within, and extended the tin to Seth while munching one. “These are awesome!” Doped-up Seth nearly upset the tin, so Dean fed him one. As Dean had said, it was awesome. Dean continued to feed him, and Seth started to feel better than he had all day. He caught Dean's hand and kissed the salt and oil from his fingers. “Thank you, honey. I know I said I didn't want anyone here, but I'm really, really happy you're here. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.” Dean snugged and kissed him. “I'll always be here for you. Do you want some more water?” Seth nodded, and Dean handed him the styrofoam cup. “Thank you.” “Want to look at more gifts?” “No, actually.” “How about a social media update? I did call the boss, let him know your surgery went well, so I'm sure WWE will issue a statement, but you should really do a tweet or something.” “Yeah, I guess I kind of have to. Can you help me?” “Of course.” Just as Dean finished posting updates as Seth, there was a knock at the door, and Matt came in with a young, plump, redheaded nurse's aide. Both of them were carrying dinner trays. “Soup's on, guys,” Matt said, and put Seth's tray on his bed table. “This is Rochelle, one of our certified nursing assistants.” Rochelle handed Dean his tray, and turned her attention to the patient. “Hi, Seth, I'll be your CNA until eleven tonight. Is there anything I can get for you right now?” “More water, please.” He also wanted to piss before dinner, but didn't want to tell her, or any other female for that matter. “Okay, I'll be right back,” Rochelle replied, and left. Matt began pulling the bed table across Seth's lap. “Wait.” Seth blushed. “I want to piss, I mean pee, first.” “I'll get your urinal.” “I'll be right back,” Dean said, and stepped out. Matt drew the curtain around Seth's bed again and handed Seth the necessary. Embarrassed, Seth slipped it under the covers. He found he couldn't piss, despite all of his efforts, his body just seemed to have forgotten how. “I can't go,” he admitted to Matt. “That happens sometimes with pain medication, especially morphine,” Matt explained. “Do you really need to go bad?” “Well, no, I'm just a little uncomfortable, nothing major.” “Okay. Why don't you have dinner, and some water, and I'll come check on you in an hour. Of course, if you need me before then, you can call me. Sound good?” “Yeah, that's cool. Um...what if I still can't go?” “Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to, once the morphine wears off. We'll give you a different pain medication next time.” “How long before it wears off?” “Hours yet, but with a full bladder you should be able to go before then,” Matt assured him as he pulled the bed table across Seth's legs. Rochelle reappeared with water and left with Matt. Dean came back in. “You okay?” “I couldn't piss.” Seth drank some water. “The nurse said it was because of the morphine, so they're going to change my pain meds, but I might not be able to piss until it wears off unless-” “Eat, sweetness,” Dean gently interrupted. “Oddly enough, this is really good! Hospital food has gotten a lot better since I was fifteen. That's the last time I was in a hospital.” Seth began to eat. “What for?” “BMX stunt gone wrong. I landed on my face, and my friend was filming it, so the whole thing was caught on tape. We tried to send it in to AFV, but they rejected it on the grounds that it was too gory. I won't go into detail, but I looked like I'd been hit by a bus.” “Damn,” Seth mused. He glanced at his IV drip of saline. It was dripping slowly. He sighed. Dean put down his sandwich and took Seth's hands instead. “What's wrong babe? Can I get you anything?” Seth shook his head. He felt so helpless, and hated himself for it. He wanted to cry again, and hated himself for that, too. Dean sensed his distress, and hugged him tight. Seth winced. “Oops, sorry. Forgot you needed to pee.” Dean loosened his hold. “No, I don't. I just want to, but I can't. I'm so...uncomfortable.” “Do you want me to get your nurse?” “No, honey, he said he'd come check on me in an hour. And, I probably won't even be able to piss then... Fuck, I hate this!” Dean rubbed his shoulders. “Shhh, sweetness. Just relax; stressing out will only slow your recovery.” “I feel like...like I've... Oh, I don't know... I was on top of the world. And I know I've only been here for a day, and I wrecked my knee only a few days a go, but it feels like forever... And the belt, the glory, the glamour, the acme all seems like it happened decades ago.” Seth had never felt more depressed. He slumped in bed. “And, a year's recovery! That may as well be forever!” “It's not a year, it's nine months, babe, tops. And, knowing you, you'll be back in the ring before then.” “Forever,” Seth repeated. “I can't believe this happened to me.” All Dean could do was hug and pat him. Roman, with his recent injury, surgery, and recovery would know best what to say, and Dean made a mental note to text him the next time he stepped out. “Let's focus on right now,” Dean tried, and handed Seth the box of Kleenex. Seth hadn't realized he was crying again until then. “Come on, lunch is getting cold,” Dean coaxed, and Seth resumed eating, feeling detached from himself, Dean his only port in the storm of negative emotions, a save haven, and Seth was so grateful Dean was at his side. That was love. When Matt came back, Seth was more than ready to piss. Dean excused himself again, already busy in his phone texting Roman for help. Despite having to piss so badly he was in pain, Seth was unable to, once again. Matt tried to help him by running water, putting his hands in warm water, and even pressing on his visibly bulging bladder, like his owners sometimes did, but nothing worked, and Seth was a mess of frustrated tears and angry curse words. Matt suggested a break, and there was a knock on the door. Matt went to answer it. “Do you want your friend to come in? He seems pretty concerned. And, he's brought coffee.” Seth nodded, and Matt waved Dean inside. Dean was carrying a drink tray with three large coffees in it. He handed one to Matt, put one on Seth's bed table, and kept the last for himself. “You should drink your coffee,” Dean told Seth. “It's the worst thing for your bladder; at least that's what I heard.” “You heard right,” Matt said. “Drink up, Seth.” Seth refused. “Hell no. I'm not putting any more piss in my bladder...Grrrr...I want the piss out NOW!” “Maybe another position might help. Let's get you sitting up, on the edge of the bed.” Matt suggested. Automatically, Dean set down his coffee and came to help. Seth was crying again. He wondered if he had the courage to just ask for the catheter. Seth was a perched cripple; Dean holding him around the waist from behind, nurse supporting him in front. He was humiliated, and cursed again. “Shhh...” Dean whispered in his ear. “I'm here for you, my love. Everything's going to be okay. Now just relax... Oh my gosh, Seth, I can actually feel your bladder.” “So can I,” Seth sobbed. He heard Matt tell Dean to do something, and suddenly, Dean squeezed Seth tight, pressing his laced-together hands into Seth's bladder. The discomfort was too much to bear, and his body finally gave in. Piss splashed noisily into the bedpan the nurse held. “That's it, Seth, just keep peeing. Dean, you can stop pressing on him, but hold on to him.” Seth was finally pissing on his own. It had never felt better to do so. He was growing shaky, and tired from the relief. He sniffled. Dean snugged him. “Everything is fine, sweetness, don't cry,” he whispered. But, Seth couldn't help it. He was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, which was weighing harder on him. He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up a week ago. When Seth finally finished pissing, Matt and Dean settled him back into bed. Matt took his vitals, Dean coaxed him into having some coffee. Matt brought him another cold cloth for his face and asked him if he needed anything else. Seth shook his head, and Matt left, promising to check up on him in a couple hours. Dean giggled. “I'll bet you feel better after that. Matt said that was three times as much as the average guy could hold.” Seth nodded. “Yeah, that was a lot of piss. I still ache from it. Thank you for helping me get it out.” Dean smiled, and they shared a kiss. “I couldn't bear to see you in pain.” “Come here.” Seth patted the bed, and Dean climbed in beside him. They held each other, Seth affectionately stroked Dean's hair, and Dean sighed happily. “You have no idea how worried I was when you were under the knife,” he confessed. “You have no idea how happy I am that you disobeyed my no visitors rule,” Seth responded. “I'm so happy you're here with me, helping me out.” “I want to help you once you're back home, too. With cooking, and laundry, driving, you know, stuff like that,” Dean said, nervously, and Seth was surprised, and pleased, to see him blushing. “I mean, I won't be able to be there when I'm working, but I want to be there for you as much as I can.” “Yes,” Seth said, happily. “I'd love that.”
  13. LucyVersion2.0

    Slave Seth - Chapter Two

    “You were terrible in the mic tonight,” Corporate Kane told Seth. “And, that's something you were supposed to be working on. Hunter and Stephanie aren't going to be happy.” Seth wasn't happy either. It was his owners' faults he'd done so poorly during the opening promo of RAW. The drive from the house took nearly five hours, and while they'd gotten Seth there in time for the show, poor Seth didn't have time to stop by the locker room for a much-needed piss beforehand. He'd told his owners he was desperate to piss at least half a dozen times on the way, but they didn't care. Neither did the production team; he tried telling them, too, but they just hurried him out through the curtains. During the whole promo all he could think about was how badly he had to piss. He felt asinine because he couldn't stand still. He flubbed his lines three times, and totally lost composure the third time. When it was finally over, he nearly lost it trying to get out of the ring quickly, and had to stop, in the middle of the ropes, all efforts focused on not pissing himself. After a few, endless seconds, the cramp eased, and Seth was able to walk off stage. Once he was behind the curtains, he ran, terrified he wouldn't find a men's room in time. But, he did. “I did the best I could,” Seth tried to explain. “I really had to piss; it was so bad I thought I was going to piss myself right there and-” “Oh really, Tyler? I couldn't tell,” Kane said, sarcastically. Seth blushed hotly. He hated being reminded of those days. “My name isn't Tyler. And, do you think I wanted to make an ass out of myself? I almost pissed myself in front of thousands of fans, and on live TV!” “You know you're supposed to go before the show.” “I didn't have time.” “You should have been here hours ago! When did you leave the house?” Seth could only look at his feet. “It was beyond me. I rode with the Authority.” Kane smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile, it was a sly smile. “I thought so...I thought so...” He caught sight of the gold chain around Seth's neck, and reached to pull the dog tags out. He laughed as he read them. “Oh yeah, I knew it.” Seth felt as if his whole world was about to collapse. Kane knew his secret. “Buck up, champ.” Kane shook his shoulder roughly. “Secret's safe with me, my friend.” Seth wasn't sure about that. He forced an awkward smile. “There's that jackassy grin we all love. You'd better not screw up in your match against Dolph tonight. I'm sure the repercussions from your shitty promo will be bad enough.” Kane laughed. His laughter chased Seth from the makeshift office. He didn't fail one bit in his match against Dolph, he hit all his moves and sold all of Dolph's, and got a dirty victory, as scripted. But, as Kane had said, the repercussions from his embarrassing promo would be bad enough. He dreaded the night to come. It took place in a hotel suite in New York. High in the sky, Seth shakily got undressed. Naked, he knelt before his owners, hoping his meekness would make them go easy on him. “That was the worst promo ever!” Mistress spat. Seth bowed his head in shame. “We expect only the best from our champion, the face of our company. We chose you, we gave you the belt, and you get in the ring and give us the equivalent of a first grader's Christmas concert.” Master ranted. “Did you even try to do a decent promo tonight?” “Yes, Sir, of course-” “All that trying for a mess of fidgeting and verbal diarrhea,” Master shook his head. “At a live show, no less.” “I tried to do my best, Sir, I really did.” Pathetically, Seth tried to explain himself. “I just had to piss, and you knew that because I told you.” “No excuses, pet,” Mistress told him. “The show must go on. If you needed to go so bad, you should've done so before you got in the ring. “There was no time, production just pushed me out. I couldn't focus-” “Mind over bladder,” Master reminded him. You're one to talk, Seth thought, remembering the time Master pissed himself on RAW. “Are you casting a defiant eye, Seth?” Mistress asked. Seth shifted his gaze back down. “No, Ma'am. No, Sir.” His owners conferred with one another for a moment, and Mistress left for the master bedroom. Seth almost thought that this scolding would be as far as his punishment went; that they would all go to bed and tomorrow it would be forgotten. But he was wrong. “There's a bigger issue, Seth,” Master began, and instantly, Seth knew it was Kane. He broke out in a cold sweat as his fear rose. “It seems you slipped and told Kane about our...arrangement.” Seth's heart raced. “I didn't meant to, Sir! He was coming down on me so hard for messing up my promo, and I was just trying to explain why I'd arrived too late to prepare; that I'd ridden with you, and he just smiled all creepy and said 'I thought so'.” Master shook his head. “You showed him your dog tags.” “No, he pulled them out of my shirt!” Seth objected. To his surprise, Master nodded, and patted Seth with casual affection. “Yes, he already knew they were there. This was a test for you, my pretty boy pet. Kane is part of the Authority, too, and he's known all about you from the start. Steph and I wanted to know how discrete you were, so she came up with the idea to have Kane get on you, to see if you'd spill the secret, and you didn't. You passed the test.” Again, Seth allowed himself hope of a reprieve. Master was being gentle, as gentle as he'd ever been to Seth. Seth let himself relax a little. He was tired and sore. “But,” Master continued, “you still really fucked up that promo.” “I'm ready for him, Hunter,” Mistress called from the bedroom, and Master led Seth inside. Mistress was kneeling on the bed, naked aside from a strap-on dildo roughly the size of Seth's cock when it was hard. “Position five,” Master ordered. “I need a piss break,” Seth said. He was scared. He'd not been mounted in a long time, and never with something that wasn't the real thing, and not something so big. Mistress pushed on Seth's lower tummy until he winced. “No you don't. If you could hold it during your crappy performance, you can hold it now. Position five.” Seth got on all fours, height of his ass adjusted for Mistress. Master slipped his shriveled cock and balls out of a sheer, flesh-colored thong, and obedient Seth sucked them as Master prepped his tight ass with lube and probing fingers. As soon as Master declared he was ready, Seth was mounted. Mistress seized him by the hips, her manicured fingernails clawing into his flesh. The dildo penetrated him rough and deep, and Seth was helpless to cry out when Mistress turned it on and it began to vibrate against his prostate and full bladder. To his surprise, it was more pleasurable than uncomfortable, but each deep thrust made him feel like he was on the verge of either pissing or cumming, and it was so intense he was writing and moaning beneath Mistress, and barely felt her claws or hair pulls. She slammed into him even harder when she came, giving him an extra-deep thrust, and Seth felt himself go, pissing uncontrollably in huge gushes, then an extreme orgasm, so much cum his jewels felt drained of it. The dildo withdrew, and Seth felt a sharp slap on his ass, well, barely. He was still dazed, not even fully aware he was laying in a pool of his own piss and cum. “Dirty dog! Look what you've done to your bed!” Mistress scolded, and slapped his ass a few more times. “What ever are we going to do with him, Hunter?” “His bed, his problem,” Master laughed. “Good thing I told the front desk to put a vinyl sheet on that bed. I told them we were traveling with a bed wetter,” Mistress laughed. “Turned out to be prophetic,” Master added. Seth was blushing. The afterglow had faded away. The small pool was cooling. The piss that escaped had only taken care of the worst of the pressure; his bladder hurt. “Someone sure likes it when I fuck him in the ass with his new toy,” Mistress sang. Seth didn't reply. He was embarrassed by his body's reaction to what he wanted to think of as rape. “Come on, Sethie, tell me how much you liked that.” “I need to piss,” Seth said, quietly. “Didn't you already piss your bed enough?” Master asked, and he and Mistress laughed. “Only a little, I'm still holding the rest and it hurts.” “Then say: 'I love your buttsex, Ma'am', and I'll get you your puppy pads.” What other choice did Seth have? “I love your buttsex, Ma'am.” His owners cracked up, but Mistress did go to the bag of etc. to get the puppy pads. “Oh, no, I forgot the puppy pads... I don't know where you should go potty, Seth.” “I can't take him out here,” Master said. “Just finish what you started in your bed,” he ordered Seth. Seth assumed the position he pissed in when Master took him outside, or he had to use a puppy pad (or few). “Oh no, no, no,” Mistress stopped him. “Sit back on your heels and aim your cock up. I want you to pee all over yourself, all the way up to that stupid patch of blonde hair.” Seth was so uncomfortably full of piss that he didn't care where he had to aim it. But, as bad as he needed to, he had trouble pissing. He sometimes did, in awkward situations, and this was definitely in that category. His owners were watching him, expectantly. He closed his eyes, and willed his bladder to work. It wanted to, but Seth was still having problems letting go. He rubbed the head of his cock briskly until the piss came, a short, weak stream that only lasted a few seconds, and only shot up to his belly. He rubbed again, and a steadier, more relieving stream came. He felt a piss shiver, and gave himself to it fully. He leaned forward and pissed in his hair, as ordered, and heady with relief, his mouth. He had drunk almost eight liters of water in preparation for being under the hot lights. He swallowed the piss, and became alarmed when he felt his cock growing fat and hard. Not only was he getting turned on by pissing on himself, in his mouth no less, if he got a full-blown erection, he wouldn't be able to finish. He let go of his cock, and let the rest of his piss tinkle noisily into the puddle he was kneeling in. Another little shiver seized him, and Seth sat back in the puddle. He couldn't believe all that had come from him. And, of course, he had to clean it up. As he got up to deal with it, Mistress smacked his ass again. “Dirty little fucker,” she said, but her tone had just a tang of playfulness, and the fanny-slap wasn't as sharp. “Take a shower and rinse your sheets. See if you can't find a way to hang them on the patio, but make sure they don't fly away.” “Yes, Ma'am.” That night, Seth slept in a real bed and enjoyed unlimited access to his own private bathroom. It gave him hope. Either his passing the Kane test, or surprise pissgasm, seemed to have opened a new door between him and his owners. He still rose early, did his morning rituals, and once Mistress left the master bedroom of the suite to order room service breakfast for all of them, went to assist Master. He held Master's pathetic, tiny cock while he took forever to do his morning piss, and also dribbled on Seth's hand, but he didn't force Seth to suck him in the shower. Today he just wanted to be washed, then sent Seth to go lay out his clothes. Since they'd be going to the airport in less than two hours, and flying directly to Atlanta, Seth chose jeans and a casual dress shirt from Master's luggage (which he'd packed a few days ago) along with the pinkest, but also the softest briefs he'd ever seen or felt. Loafers, for an easy security checkpoint screening. Once that was done, Seth turned attention to himself, and got dressed in black jeans that had faded to near-gray, and traded the orange jail shirt for one of his own WWE shirts, the latest one “Never Shuts Up”, a parody of Cena's “Never Give Up” shirt. He put on a light, Army-style coat over that, since Mistress disapproved of wearing WWE shirts outside of the ring, or scheduled public appearances. He put on skater shoes for comfort, and made sure his dog tags were under his shirt. Once Seth and his owners boarded the plane, he was surprised to find himself sitting quite far from them. They were all in first class, of course, but Seth's window seat was in the third row, and his owners were back in the last row before coach. The closer it got to takeoff, the more likely it seemed Seth wouldn't be getting a seatmate. But, he did, and to his utter dismay, it was Kane, the last person on Earth he wanted to spend hours in the sky with. Seth saw Kane grin back at Master and Mistress before he sat down. “Good morning, Tyler. Surprised to see you able to sit down today,” Kane snickered. “Don't call me that.” “Would you prefer it if I called you Mr. Black?” “No, neither. Kane, listen, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to try to sleep, okay?” Seth lied, hoping Kane would leave him alone. “Hey, can we get a pillow and blanket for sleeping beauty over here?” Kane asked loudly, and pointed down at Seth. “After takeoff, Sir,” a flight attendant replied, as she readied herself for takeoff. “She'll get you your pillow and blanket as soon as we're done taking off,” Kane unnecessarily informed Seth. “I heard you wet the bed last night. Don't worry, I won't let you do it on the plane.” “I'm not going to piss myself!” Seth snapped in a low voice. “I'm sure that's what you told yourself last night, right before-” “Shut the fuck up, Kane!” Fucking shit, was there anything his owners didn't share with Kane? “You're not helping me feel any better.” “Maybe you've got a urinary tract infection.” “I don't have a urinary tract infection.” “I said UTI as a euphemism for STD,” Kane informed him. Seth wanted to throttle him. “I don't have one of those, either. Who the hell do you think I am?” “Do you really want me to answer that, Mr. Black?” “No, I want you to leave me alone.” The flight attendant brought the pillow and blanket over to Seth. “Want me to tuck you in?” Kane asked. “I can manage, thanks.” “I'm still going to tell you what I think of you.” Seth blanched, and his palms began to sweat. “You're one of the best wrestlers on the roster right now. You hardly ever botch, and you put on a show every single time. Watching you in the ring is like watching a dancer.” Seth relaxed. He wiped his clammy hands on the blanket. “However,” Kane continued, “your mic work leaves a lot to improve upon. You need to be professional when you get thrown a curve, whether it's an accidental injury or a word you can't pronounce.” Seth nodded. “You're right.” “Of course I am. Now off to bed, I'll leave you alone.” Seth got as comfortable as he could. Even first-class seats weren't that great. He closed his eyes and mentally rehearsed his promo for Smackdown. He did not have a match, just the promo, so he would do it perfect. Nothing like what happened on RAW would ever happen again. He would never give his owners, or Kane, any reason to doubt choosing him. Then, he began to wonder if Kane, being a part of the Authority, was also part-owner of him. How should he behave towards Kane? Was Kane testing him, again? Seth definitely wouldn't be sleeping on this flight. He felt Kane get up, and a few minutes later, Seth smelled Mistress's perfume as she sat down beside him. Gently, she patted his arm, and Seth pretended to wake up. “Kane told us you said you weren't feeling well. What's wrong?” “Just a little headache,” Seth lied. Mistress put the back of her hand against Seth's forehead, and then her own. “Here, take some ibuprofen.” She handed him two, and a bottle of water. “We can't have our champion under the weather.” Seth smiled a little, and obediently, took the pills and drank the water. “Thank you, Ma'am.” “Try to get some sleep, okay?” Mistress tousled his hair, and left. Seth closed his eyes again and felt Kane settle in beside him. This time, Seth fell asleep for real, and slept through the rest of the flight. The Smackdown taping went off without a hitch or hiccup from Seth. After his promo was over, Seth could finally relax. In the locker room, Bo Dallas offered him a back rub, which Seth declined. Bo wasn't appealing to him in the least. He looked like a pig, and smelled like one, too. Seth was willing to bet he even squealed like a pig when he was greased and fucked, but he didn't want any part of that. Dean and Roman, his fellow former Shield brothers, were more to Seth's liking. He wondered if they'd be coming to the after party. Seth, being the champion, felt obligated to attend, and as property of the Authority, didn't have a choice. The after party was in a private room at an upscale Atlanta nightclub. Bo wasn't invited; Dean and Roman were, but of course, Seth was escorted there by his owners and entourage. Even though they'd agreed to suspend overt BDSM in the workplace and at workplace functions, Seth still felt the need to seek their permission, or approval. When Dean handed him a drink, Seth looked around automatically for Sir or Ma'am before remembering that, for now, he was on his own.
  14. A little back story for those of you who don't know me: I'm involved in a D/S relationship, which stands for dominant and submissive. I'm sure most of you have some sort of knowledge about the BDSM community and what that's all about. I've been involved in that for quite a while as a dominant (basically the one who calls the shots) and have a MtF submissive/sex slave. My sub has many odd kinks but was never quite open to the idea of wetting. I know she would have done it if I made her...cause she wouldn't really have a choice. But I hated the idea of making her do something so enjoyable if she was against it completely. So I've been trying for a long time to warm her up to the idea (starting with wearing diapers, moving on to the idea of me peeing on her as a punishment or reward, etc.). Now onto the actual story: After a playing session with my sub one day she confessed to me that she had kinda thought about wetting her diapers. She seemed really unsure about the idea, so I was under the impression that it was just a thought and she would end up not actually doing it. So I basically just dismissed that idea from my head. A few weeks later we were texting and on the topic of diapers and I made some sort of joke about wetting mine. That was when my dream came true. She opened up and told me that a few days prior she was home alone and in her diaper and needed to pee, so she decided to see what all the fuss was about and wet herself. She didn't really give much detail, but that was all I needed to get excited! I asked her how it felt and she seemed to be somewhere in the middle. She said she didn't hate it but that it wasn't anything fantastic. I asked why and she said it "Wasn't messy enough for her." After a bit more poking and prodding at her and talking about wetting in general I asked her if she was open to the idea of trying it in her panties for me next time we had the chance to hook up, and she happily agreed. She said she felt that might be a lot more enjoyable for her. We got onto a discussion about that and how we would do it and I teased her and brought up all sorts of kinky possibilities to making her have a legitimate accident, all of which really sparked her interest and thrilled me to death! It took about an hour but then I recieved a text from her saying "Miss...I have to pee." I knew she was home alone and I asked her if she still had more diapers. She said yes and I demanded her to put one on and wet it while talking to me (I was no longer afraid to force her since I knew she no longer hated the idea). She texted me while she put on her cute little pull-ups (they're truly adorable!) and I gave her permission to go outside on the lawn in case her diaper leaked because she was worried about the clean up. I seriously thought I was dreaming when I got the text from her saying "Okay miss, I'm ready to wet myself." And from that point on came a serious of messages from her describing to me that she was wetting her diaper, legs slightly spread on her lawn. It didn't leak, but as she described it her diaper "is very full and I can feel it warm and wet between my legs." It was the hottest conversation of my life!
  15. Lustful Loki

    Chapter 3-Pandora's Box

    Beth didn’t get to clean up after her humiliating wetting. He untied her from the chair, but made her leave her sodden and jizz covered clothing on. She relished in it. A dirty, filthy, piss slut was wearing those clothes, and she loved it. He tied her hands together, made a lead from the rope he had just taken off of her, and led her out of the room they had been in. As they walked through the door and onto the street, he took a water bottle out and put it to her lips. “Drink,” he commanded. She sipped it tentatively at first but was soon forced to gulp the iced tea as he turned the container upside-down. She finished one bottle and then another, with barely a dribble down her already soaked torso. They had picked the hotel because of its proximity to Pandora’s Box, a kink dungeon that he had chosen. He pulled her by the length of rope that was around her wrists and led her inside the dungeon. There were some people waiting by the door, who stared as she was pulled past. He led her straight to the bathroom, which was unisex here, and walked her into the last stall. Instead of a toilet, there were two metals rings in the wall, about a foot off the ground. He tied one hand to each ring, with a couple feet of rope so she could put her hands on her lap or stand up. She was however, completely stuck inside the stall. It looked relatively clean, and a drain sat in the center of the room. “Enjoy, my little slut,” he said as he left the stall. She sat there, legs crossed, and waited. After a few minutes, she had her first customer. A man slammed the door open. “Oh sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here. It has been empty for like a month.” He was average height, weight, and looks, with dusty brown hair, brown eyes, and a goatee. She didn’t reply; she wasn’t allowed to unless directly asked a question. He took out his cock. It was slightly below average and half-erect. “Pull on the binds a little, show me that you are trapped.” She tugged on the ropes that held her in place. They gave her a lot of slack, but they were well tied. She wasn’t going to get out until her Master let her out. “Perfect,” the man murmured. His dick quickly became erect, and he started to masturbate. “You’re already soaking in piss, aren’t you?” She nodded, shamefully. She was disgusting, covered in her own piss and cum as well as another man she barely knew, and this man would coat her next. The worst was, she loved it; her pussy was soaking wet, and not from piss. He stroked his cock leisurely at first and then faster. He saw that her eyes were pleading, and he thought she was begging him not to. She was actually begging him to. She desperately wanted to be coated in it, all of it. He didn’t last long, and she didn’t mind. He came all over her; the first squirt landed in her hair, the second on her tits, and the last big one in her lap. He grunted with pleasure as he finished, and rubbed the last drops out onto her cheek. She smiled up at him and he gave her a toothy grin back. With his cock still in his hand, he pointed at her hair. At first a few drops dribbled out of his head, and then the piss came out full stream. He doused her head with piss first, then aimed for her tits, soaking each individually. Suddenly, he stopped wetting, and a devilish grin spread across his cheeks. “Stand,” he commanded. She cocked her head to the side, but stood. He took his cock and slid it deeply into her panties. His piss hit her pussy and pooled in her underwear before dripping down her legs. It felt like she was wetting herself, and she loved it. She almost begged him to fuck her, but she remembered she wasn’t allowed to speak. He finished wetting her and pulled his now flaccid cock out of her dripping panties. “Thanks,” he mumbled. There was a shower nozzle on the side of the stall, near the drain, and he rinsed her off with the lukewarm water before leaving. He didn’t bother to wash himself. She sat alone and soaking wet. She wasn’t cold, but she was ridiculously horny. She wasn’t allowed to masturbate, so she just sat and waited. Another man came in; this one was lean, muscular and he had short dark hair and big brown eyes; he looked at her hungrily. “You clean?” He asked “I have been rinsed, Sir,” she replied. “Good.” He grabbed her skirt, yanked it up, and he pushed her panties out of the way. He took a rock hard cock and shoved it into her waiting pussy. She gasped, and tried to position herself so he would hit her g-spot. “No, you don’t get to cum unless I let you.” He growled. He fucked her roughly as she stood there, and she got little pleasure from it. He pounded her from the front, then flipped her over and took her from behind. When he finished, he grabbed her hips and held them against his groin as he pumped his load into her pussy. She expected him to leave after this, but he did not. Instead, his cock twitched inside her, and she felt herself filling with a warm liquid. He was wetting inside of her! She could not believe how much this turned her on. She begged him with her mind to let her come, but he couldn’t hear her. When he finished wetting, he told her, “Hold it in you until I tell you that you can let it go.” His cock slid out of her pussy and she squeezed her muscles immediately so she wouldn’t let a single drop out. He put her panties back and pulled her skirt back down. Then he watched her. She was having trouble holding it in. Her pussy’s muscles were strong, but they couldn’t hold liquid this long. She pleaded with her eyes, but he refused to release her. A dribble escaped her, and she squeaked. “Did you already fail, slut?” he demanded “Only a little, Sir,” she mumbled. “Too bad. You may release the rest, but you don’t get to orgasm from me.” She groaned and let go. Piss poured out of her pussy and again, it felt like she was wetting herself. Her clit was hard and sensitive, and she wished that she could touch it, but she knew her Master would know, so she didn’t. The man watched, satisfied, as she soiled herself with his juices, and then left without rinsing her. She didn’t think she should do it herself, without someone’s permission, so she sat back down, feeling his jizz squelch between her legs. After about ten minutes, the stall door opened slowly. A beautiful woman stood there, with a short bob cut of curly red hair, big green eyes, and a spray of freckles across her nose. She was lean, but not too skinny, with strong arms and legs revealed by a tank top and short shorts, and she had perky B-cup tits. Beth was in awe, would she get to be with this beauty?
  16. Hey everyone, I've gotten my GF to agree to sharing lots of naughty photos with everyone here. We are both active DLs with mild AB tendencies. We are more geared towards BDSM but diappy play as we call it plays a large role. As our username suggests we are both dominant and submissive so there will be stuff on here for everyone. Enjoy!
  17. WARNING: This post contains mentions of BDSM and the kink world. Spanking, power exchange, and the like. This basically is like a bisexual person's wet dream, so I thought it might be worth recounting the story to everybody. I was thinking back to my last high-protocol kink event, and while I wasn't a member of Omo.org then, I think the event would have gone up most of ya'll alley (though I'm always surprised how few members of Omo.org are actually kinky as watersports/pee play is considered a type of hardcore play in most BDSM circles). These events were weekly and took place at a private residence of one of the more popular male dominants in the community. Rules were set up for various attendees depending upon how you identified - dominant or submissive. Submissives were required to be naked (unless approved to wear lingerie by the homeowner), not allowed onto the furniture, and required to serve food. To everyone's interests here on the forum, submissives were also not allowed to pee unless given permission by their respective dominants (or the homeowner if unowned) - and when they wanted to, they had squat over a bucket in the corner of the room and empty it when they were done. As you can imagine, this was particularly embarrassing/humiliating (which was the point), so a lot of submissives would hold onto full bladders, ask to pee, and then be denied for the dominant's entertainment. There were quite a lot of hissing pees and sighs of relief with shaking legs when men and women would relieve themselves in the bucket. This one particular night, the homeowner wanted to play with a couple of the women who had been attending. One of the women had been particularly squirmy during dinner and drinks, and before he started play, he asked if she needed to go. She said she didn't, so they proceeded to the play area. The basement was the play area. Like a lot of kinksters, the downstairs area had been somewhat soundproofed, and it was a large, relatively-clean, dark area with seating areas to watch, spanking areas, other specialized areas, and a giant empty room with a shower drain (this particular homeowner was a sadist and regularly needed a way to clean up large messes). The homeowner started his scene with all three women kneeling in front of him for playtime. He moved some of the spanking benches together to have all three benches touching each other. (For those that don't know, spanking benches are basically shaped like small picnic tables. Your knees go on the 'bench' part while you lean over the 'table' part. They're usually padded, well-made, made of leather, and include places to fasten restraints). With the woman still squirming, he fastened all of them into wrist cuffs as they presented their wrists. He made all of them climb onto the benches, and he used locks to fasten all of the women to their respective benches. At that point, he moved onto the scene itself - spanking, flogging, tickling, touching, etc. During all of this, the woman was getting particularly more squirmy. As her legs weren't restrained, at a certain point, she started crossing her legs at the ankles. I can't imagine how intense that must have been with her full bladder pressing against the bench while she was being spanked. Soon enough, she spoke up with a "Sir?" He wasn't particularly fond of being interrupted, so it earned her another whack as he asked her what the problem was. She kinda stuttered as she answered "I'm about to piss myself. Please let me up". At this point, again, he's a sadist, so she had his attention. He started teasing her about not being able to hold it with a false anger as he'd asked her before they started playing. The other two women were ignored as he focused his spanking and gentle tickling on her. She was getting even more squirmy, and her moans turned to more of tortured whimpers. Finally, she spoke up without any embarrassment or gentleness. "Sir, I'm about to piss all over your spanking bench if you don't let me up". She was very firm about it, and he laughed as he grabbed the key and started to unlock her from the bench in a relatively hurried fashion. As soon as she hopped up, she crossed her legs and started with a "noooo" noise as she hobbled towards the shower room. She had pee running down her legs and there was a bit of a noticable wetness on the ground. I could definitely hear her relief (though didn't see it) as I heard the splashing on the ground in the other room. She peed - a lot. There was a lot of moaning while she went. When she was done, the homeowner made her rinse off, dry off, and clean up her non-shower-room mess. She was put back onto the spanking bench and given extra punishment for interrupting the scene.
  18. Lustful Loki

    Chapter 4-Adena

    “Hello,” the woman said, “My name is Adena.” Beth said nothing. “Oh right, you probably can’t speak until spoken too. What is your name?” “Beth, Mistress.” “Nice to meet you, Beth. Do you want to play?” “Yes, I would love to, Mistress!” “Perfect, first, let’s make sure you are clean.” Adena gently lifted Beth’s skirt and pulled her panties away from her. She then took the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed the cum from Beth’s panties and from Beth’s wet pussy. Adena used her deft and narrow fingers to clean the inside of Beth’s pussy as well, and accidently ran her fingertips over Beth’s sensitive clit. Beth jumped and let out a moan. “Are you horny?” Adena asked sweetly. “Yes, Mistress.” “Oh poor honey. Orgasm control doms? Well I can fix that.” Adena started on Beth’s pussy with her fingers, gently rubbing it. Then, once the area was fully clean, she put her face between Beth’s legs and used her tongue to tenderly lick the sub’s soft petals and swollen clit. Beth moaned and whimpered. Adena’s licks became quicker and sharper and so do Beth’s moans. Two fingers were added into Beth’s vagina, and they swirled around the g-spot. Beth cried out and orgasmed, squirting all over Adena’s waiting face. “Good girl,” Adena coos, licking the juices from her fingers. “Thank you, Mistress!” Beth gasps, as she hits the wall, shaking with aftershocks. “You’re welcome. Now, it is my turn. On your knees, please.” Beth eagerly got on her knees, ready for the pussy she was about to receive. Adena pulled her short shorts and panties aside and revealed her waiting and soaking wet pussy. Beth kissed Adena’s thighs, starting up one side and down the other, going just over Adena’s hot pussy, teasing her. On the way back, she kissed around Adena’s cunt, and licked the sides of it. Adena moaned with impatient excitement. Beth then dove right in, and started to lick Adena roughly. Adena gasped with the sudden pleasure and held Beth’s face between her legs. Beth sucked on her clit and stuck her long tongue into Adena’s waiting hole. It did not take much to make her cum. Beth kept licking as she heard her Mistress shriek with pleasure, and then Adena exploded, not with cum, but piss. Adena let go of her short shorts and panties and pissed all over Beth through them with fire hose force, coating the sub in warm golden showers. Beth leaned back and let the piss caress her soaked body, and she got horny all over again. When Adena finished, the last few drops hitting the bathroom floor, she asked, “Do you have to go, Beth?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Good.” She lay down on the floor of the stall, and pulled Beth down onto her torso. “Piss on me, all over me.” Beth smiled and let go. She had not realized how badly she had to go until she let go and the torrent was released. She pissed through her panties onto Adena’s clothes, tits, and tummy. As Beth was running out, Adena pulled Beth over to her head and let Beth piss onto her face. She licked Beth to another heavenly orgasm as Beth finished wetting on her, and let her go. “You are a good, slut, aren’t you?” Adena said as she stood up. Beth sat on the floor and recovered from her third orgasm of the day. “Thank you, Mistress,” she replied shakily. Adena pulled the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed off Beth, and Beth rinsed off Adena. They brought each other to orgasm one more time, before Adena took her leave. Beth lay on the ground, curled up in an orgasming ball, and waited for the next person. She was fully recovered from orgasm when the next customer arrived. Or customers. A group of 5 men all walked into her stall, all of varying size and stature, and closed the door behind them. All of them made a circle around her, pulled out their cocks, pointed them at her, and started masturbating. All of them came in rock hard and ready to cum. The one directly in front of her came first, and the rest came right after. She was soon coated in semen, and the used their cocks to rub it into her clothes and body. They left their cocks against her body and started wetting, all at once, and she felt the five individual streams cascade down her body. She leaned back and relished it. There was no regret here. When the last cock stopped wetting, they left one by one, except the last who rinsed her off quickly before leaving as well. She was alone for another few minutes before her Master came back. “Did you have fun?” he asked. “Oh, yes sir, I did!” He slapped her with the back of his hand. “That’s too fucking bad, it was supposed to be punishment, bitch,” he growled. He untied her and dragged her from the room. “Now I have to show you real punishment,” he hissed.
  19. So omorashi is a popular fetish on this website (Wait, what? What a surprise!) and to some people it is a fetish all on its own apart from watersports. Personally I think it's a certain sub-category of watersports, like how bondage is a certain sub-category of BDSM. Speaking of, just out of plain curiosity, are there any other kinks you guys have? I have a LOT (they're all somewhat explored in my story An Enlightening Vacation which I'm not posting here because it doesn't have enough omorashi in it to technically fit in with this site) but yeah, watersports is my fav. So where do you fit in? Are you weirder than I am or are you more of a vanilla kind of person? Let me know Link to my kinky story: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/344500/an-enlightening-vacation
  20. Ok so I have recently been reading a new manga called Nana to Kaoru and discovered that there are two omorashi related scenes which I do not believe have been posted on the site. A warning though, most of the manga is filled with BDSM content so if that is not an interest to you be wary. A little background on the story- 17 year old Kaoru is your average teenage slacker with bad grades and a healthy appetite for porn, more specifically however, is his fetish for SM play. Kaoru lives next door to his childhood crush, a beautiful girl named Nana; straight A student, student council member, and track star. Unfortunately Nana has never shown much interest in being more than just friends, until one day Kaoru's Mom asks Nana to hold onto some things of Kaoru's. Nana casually goes through Kaoru's things until to her shock she discovers a leather one piece bondage suit. Overcome by curiosity she tries it on only to discover later that she doesn't have the key to unlock it! After a very embarassing meeting with Kaoru, Nana discovers she can't stop thinking about the suit and the feelings it invoked leading to her asking Kaoru to help her now and then by having "breathers". From there on the story progresses with Nana and Kaoru developing a SM relationship as well as a romantic relationship. This first scene is pretty tame in terms of BDSM and in terms of omorashi includes desperation but no wetting. Kaoru is walking with Nana at night in a park with a collar and leash attached to her occasionally having her do humiliating things to both her embarassment and enjoyment. This page is about half way through their walk when Nana discovers she needs to pee. Scene Begins on Vol 01, Ch 005, page 24 and ends at Vol 01, Ch 006, page 22. http://www.mangahere.com/manga/nana_to_kaoru/v01/c005/24.html The second scene is definitely a little more risqué as it involves Nana and another girl dressing up as dogs wearing only bikinis and some leather gear which force them to walk on all fours, definitely recommend you be cautious if you think it may bother you. For the day the girls have to listen to Kaoru and act like dogs in every way including not being allowed to speak, this becomes a problem when after they all fall asleep Nana wakes up needing to use the bathroom, but is unable to say anything leading to an accident. Scene Begins on Vol 08, Ch 073, page 19 and ends at Vol 08, Ch 075, page 11. http://www.mangahere.com/manga/nana_to_kaoru/v08/c073/19.html Hope you all enjoy!
  21. This is a scene from an original story I've been working on. It's primarily a gay BDSM erotica, but this is the bit that involves omorashi. Contains explicit sexual situations, an established dom/sub relationship, references to various BDSM practices and some swearing. ————— He has me bent over his lap, on my stomach. It makes me feel vaguely like a child. I don’t mind. He presses the lubed up tip of the stainless steel butt plug against my hole, which has tightened up again now after last night’s exercise. He pushes rhythmically, in a bit then back out, and I whine. My cock is half-hard. It began hardening in anticipation already when he took me over his knee. My hips buck and he stops. ‘Uh-uh,’ he says softly. ‘Stay still, love.’ Lance is fully dressed while I’m naked. Something about that makes everything hotter. I’m at his mercy, exposed, arse in the air, and he just sits there, cool as a cucumber, pressing the plug further inside me once I stop fidgeting. I gasp again. ‘Good boy,’ Lance murmurs. ‘So good for me, Keenan. You can take it, my sweet. Just relax.’ I try to relax, I really do, but the cold intrusion of the steel makes my body tense. He pushes it a bit further in and then removes it, and once again my hips buck, as much as I try to control myself. The flat of his hand lands on my arse with a loud smack and I whimper. My face feels hot and I can barely find my breath. ‘I told you to stay still,’ says Lance, voice still soft, but as ever with that edge of authority. My cock is fully hard now, pinned under me against his knees. The urge to move is unbearable. I need friction. I worry fleetingly about his fine trousers, about staining them, but he seems entirely unperturbed. I manage to squeeze out a breathless, ‘Yes, sir.’ I can hear the smile in his voice when next he speaks. ‘No touch,’ he says. ‘No friction.’ It’s as if he’s reading my mind. ‘You haven’t earned that yet. Understood?’ I nod. ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Good.’ It’s just one word, one single neutral syllable, but it floods my chest and my stomach with warmth. I love it when he praises me, tells me I’m good, tells me I’m beautiful. I almost believe him. He gets to work again, moving the butt plug in a fraction, then out, then in a bit more, then out. Rhythmically pushing until my hole gives way of its own accord, trying to pull it inside. Only then does he let go, uttering a hum of pleasure as the plug sinks inside effortlessly. He takes hold of the end, adjusting the plug and pushing it as far in as it goes, and I utter a sharp moan as it hits my prostate. I can feel a bit of precum leak out of the end of my cock. ‘Good boy, Keenan,’ Lance purrs once more. He strokes my hair gently. ‘You’ve done so well. Now, here’s what’s going to happen.’ He lays a rough hand on the small of my back, making small circles with his thumb, and I shiver. ‘You’ll keep the plug in all day. Under no circumstance are you to take it out, except to freshen up the lube every few hours. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. If you need to take a shit, you take it out, do your business, clean up properly and then insert it again. Understood?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ My breath comes in ragged pulls. His words, his instructions, are almost enough to make me come, even without the metal pressing up against my prostate. ‘Rule number two,’ he continues, stroking my sweaty fringe away from my eyes, ‘you are not to get yourself off. Hold back at all cost. I want you fit to burst when I see you again tonight. This is a test, Keenan, of your resolve and your self-control. I know you can do it. I have faith in you.’ I nod quickly, lapping up his words like a cat laps cream. ‘Yes, sir, I understand,’ I tell him. He manoeuvres me up into a sitting position. I sit on my knees, my cock hard against my stomach, facing him, and he smiles, placing his large hand on the back of my neck, holding it firmly, comfortingly. His voice is silky, purring. ‘I may give you more instructions later. I want to try some fun new things tonight. See how far I can push you, how long you’ll hold out. By this evening, you’ll be desperate to come.’ He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, before whispering in my ear, ‘And if you’re good I may even let you.’ I close my eyes involuntarily as a shiver goes down my spine. My mouth feels dry and I swallow several times, trying to make my body respond to my commands, but I’m pretty sure if I let it happen I could come right now without even being touched. The idea of walking around like this a whole day is terrifying. I’ll never hold out. But the promise of what’s to come is too good for me to disobey. I want to know what he has in mind, what he wants to do to me. I feel the bed move as he stands, and open my eyes again. Lance’s trousers have a wet stain on one thigh, an imprint of my cock. He looks down on it and rubs it with his finger, putting the finger in his mouth and licking the tip, his eyes slipping shut. ‘Mm,’ he says. ‘I’m sorry,’ I blurt, and he looks down at me, expression soft, and strokes my cheek with one hand. ‘Don’t be sorry. You did exactly what I asked, and I have other trousers.’ His kindness nearly moves me to tears. ‘I had best get to work,’ he says, pulling me to my feet. ‘Now, I’m not unreasonable, Keenan. You go have a cold shower to cool yourself off. I don’t expect you to walk around with that all day.’ He indicates my hard-on with a glance. ‘I’ll see you back here tonight promptly at seven.’ Lance gives me another chaste kiss before going over to the closet. I take a few deep breaths and then enter the bathroom. I really need that cold shower. ————— It’s torture. Complete and utter torture. I feel like I’m walking around holding my breath. If I let my mind wander for even a second I feel my cock starting to harden again and have to fill my mind with mundane tasks to distract me from my arousal. Every time I move the plug nudges my prostate, and by lunch time my pants are moist with precum. Luckily I’ve begun carrying several clean pairs with me after all the times Lance has cornered me at work. We pass each other in the corridors a few times. He utterly ignores me, as is his way when others are around. An hour before the work day ends a text rolls in from his burner. It reads, Drink a glass of water every hour. I frown down at my phone, wondering what this could be about. Then another text arrives, reading, Don’t pee. At first it seems cryptic, but then I realise that he means exactly what he says. I’m to drink a glass of water every hour and not pee until I see him. The order gives me a funny feeling, but I obey it all the same and I don’t ask why. After work I go home, but I’m too agitated to relax or do much of anything. I keep a constant eye on my watch and every hour I go to the kitchen and drink a glass of water. It doesn’t take long to start getting uncomfortable. By half past six I’m not sure if I’m more desperate to come or to pee, as I drink a final glass of water before leaving my flat. The journey is deeply uncomfortable, and I find myself crossing and uncrossing my legs, trying to stop myself from sticking my hand between my legs to hold my crotch in public. Still, I arrive at the penthouse promptly at seven. I’ve gotten good at being on time. Lance greets me without touching or kissing me. He gives me an appraising look. ‘Have you done as I’ve asked?’ I nod, not quite trusting myself to speak. Everything feels hyper real at the moment, every light a bit too bright, every sensation double intensity. The rustle of his clothes as he enters the kitchen ahead of me is as loud as fireworks to my ears. I shudder. He has a glass of wine on the kitchen counter, from which he takes a large sip. He doesn’t offer one to me, but simply looks at me, head cocked to one side, where I stand fidgeting. ‘Please, have a seat,’ he says, indicating one of the bar stools. I do as he asks, but I’m unable to keep my foot still. The butt plug shifts as I sit down, pressing against my prostate, and I whimper pitifully. Being this close to Lance is enough to make me half hard again. At the same time my bladder is so full of water I feel like I’m about to explode. Lance smiles at me, and I meet his eyes, silently pleading for something to happen. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asks. ‘No judgements, answer honestly.’ I draw a breath and cross my legs, trying to stop my foot from moving. I clear my throat. ‘I feel like . . . I can’t really explain it. I feel everything right now. Like I need to pee, and I need to come, and I need . . .’ I trail off, blushing. ‘I need your cock inside me,’ I mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed. ‘Everything hurts, and everything feels sort of wonderful all at once. It’s like . . . anticipation,’ I finish lamely, looking away. ‘Sounds like all of this is having its desired effect,’ says Lance. He walks over to the sink and fills a glass of water, giving it to me. ‘Drink,’ he instructs. I stare at the glass, uncertain of whether I’ll be able to handle another without peeing my pants. They’re already moist from the odd stray drop coming out on the way over. ‘Last one, I promise,’ Lance assures me, and against my better judgment I drink the water. Lance takes the glass from me. ‘All right,’ he says gently. ‘Here’s how the rest of this scene will play out. We get in the bath where I will fuck you. Then, if you manage to hold out until my say-so, I will give you the biggest orgasm of your life. Pretty straight forward. All you have to do is exactly what I say. Okay?’ I nod. ‘Yes, sir,’ I manage. He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, and we walk through the flat, through the bedroom and into the large ensuite bathroom. I have to stop every few steps to cross my legs and whimper. The large jacuzzi tub is already filled and steaming. Lance hasn’t told me to get undressed, so I stand still and watch as he takes his clothes off, folding them neatly. Then he turns to me and undresses me. He doesn’t touch me unnecessarily, and he doesn’t kiss me. He undresses me the way a parent might undress a child. When at last he pulls down my pants I whimper, the friction of the fabric against my cock almost more than I can bear. He examines my pants and the stains of precum mixed with urine there, nodding. ‘You’re doing well,’ Lance says soothingly. ‘Just a bit longer now.’ He gets in the tub and sits on one of the raised seats. ’Get in, stand in front of me.’ Once again I do as I’m told, standing before him. My stomach, so full of water, protrudes slightly. He puts a hand on it, and my eyes snap shut as I try to stop myself from peeing. I feel a few drops trickle out. My hard-on helps a little bit, though, and I’m able to stop the flow before it starts. Lance appears to let my momentary disobedience pass. He moves his hands, stroking my sides and then moving to my arse, squeezing the flesh. My mouth is open now and I’m panting, completely unable to keep my cool. He reaches in between my cheeks, grabs the end of the butt plug and pulls slowly. I utter a long, drawn out whine, the sudden emptiness making it harder to hold it, but I just about manage thanks to my raging hard-on, holding my breath. Two fingers enter me. I’m slick with lube, but Lance coats his fingers with a bit more, as we’ll be doing this in the water. Then he strokes his cock a couple of times. It’s hard and glistening. Lance takes my hands and pulls me forward. He pulls me into his lap, facing him, and without much ado he enters me, slowly. I grit my teeth, breathing noisily. I keep thinking, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! But miraculously I do, until he’s inside all the way. He holds my hips still, pulling back out and sliding back in, and I can hardly breathe. It hurts and it feels so good, and as he picks up his speed and intensity, fucking me harder and faster, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks and I begin to sob. ‘You’re doing such a good job,’ Lance murmurs. ‘Fuck, you’re so gorgeous and you feel so good, Keenan. Just a little while longer, just a little more, that’s it, good boy . . .’ I’m properly weeping now, unable to stop, as his cock hits my prostate again and again. He slows down, still going hard, still pounding my prostate with every other thrust, looking up into my brown eyes with his blue ones and fucking into me like there’s nothing else in the world. I’ve never been closer to using our safe-word. Of all the things we’ve done together up until now, from french ticklers to candle wax, whips and chains to nipple clamps, nothing has put me this close to complete desperation. Nothing has hurt as much or felt as good as this, all at once. ‘Please,’ I whimper, not even realising I’m saying it until I hear the words come back to me. ‘Please, let me . . . I can’t hold it, please!’ ‘Just a little longer. You’re doing so well,’ he repeats, stroking my sides as he picks up the pace again. ‘Oh, I’m getting so close, Keenan, soon . . .’ And just as I think I can’t possibly hold it anymore, just as I’m about to shout ‘Oh Captain, my Captain’ at the top of my lungs, he says, ‘Now, Keenan. Let it all go, baby.’ And I do. First I come, with a sob and a shout, shooting great big strings of white at his chest and mine. I ride through it, beginning to move of my own accord, fucking down on his dick. As I do, Lance moves one hand to my lower abdomen and pushes, squeezes just where my bladder is. The pain is exquisite, and I cry out with it, unable to keep my eyes open, brief spurts of warm urine mixing with my semen. Once I finish coming there’s a brief pause in the flow while Lance keeps fucking me, shallower thrusts now, and I feel myself starting to relax after my ejaculation, and then all at once I begin to piss in a hard, steady stream. It’s relief like I’ve never felt it before. Emptying my bladder over the both of us feels like a continuation of the orgasm, like it goes on and on. I’m sobbing with abandon, still wetting, when Lance grabs my hips again, tightening his grip. With a few grunts he fucks up into me, harder and faster than before, and then he comes inside me with a groan. As the last drops of urine drip out of my now flaccid cock I collapse against Lance’s chest, still sobbing. I feel like I’m unable to stop, heaving for air with great difficulty. Lance is stroking my back gently now, murmuring soothing encouragements in my ear. ‘You’re beautiful. You did so well. I’m so proud of you. You’re so good, so good.’ He’s still inside me, his cock still throbbing slightly, and it occurs to me, judging by how hard he came, that he’s been holding back his orgasm all day as well. He’s wanted me just as much as I’ve wanted him, thought about me as I’ve been thinking of him. The thought causes fresh tears to well forth, but it also calms me, and I manage to catch my breath at last. ‘There you go,’ says Lance. ‘Good boy. That’s it. Come back to me.’ Finding my strength, I pull away slightly and wipe my eyes, smiling at him. He smiles back, running a hand up my side. He shifts under me, and I lift my arse, letting him slip out. He stands up and switches our positions, sitting me down on the seat. He kneels before me, grabbing a loofah off the side of the tub, and begins to wash me, gently scrubbing away the sticky semen. ‘Are you feeling okay?’ Lance asks softly, cleaning my chest with the loofah. I nod. ‘Yeah. I feel fine.’ ‘How was that?’ I blow out a breath of air shakily. ‘It was . . . incredible,’ I admit after a moment’s pause for thought. ‘It was cleansing. All of that pent up . . . stuff . . . just bursting out all at once. It was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.’ I blush. ‘I was kind of nervous. I would never have dreamed that I’d actually be into something like this . . .’ Lance chuckles. ‘You’d never have dreamed that you’d be into most of the things we’ve been doing, I’d imagine.’ I shrug. ‘No, but all of that stuff is at least stuff I’ve, you know, thought about at one point or another. Even though there were a lot fewer, shall we say, special effects involved than usual, I think this is by far the kinkiest thing you’ve had me do.’ I feel a grin spread across my face, comfortable once more now that the scene is so clearly ended. ‘Not that I’m complaining, mind you.’ ‘It’s only kinky the first time,’ says Lance with a wicked smile. ‘Next time, you’ll know what’s going to happen, and you’ll get to spend all of that time thinking about it and remembering.’ He sighs deeply, a look of contentment on his face. ‘You were so fucking hot! I can’t wait to see you that desperate again.’ He kisses me deeply, his mouth still tasting faintly of the wine he was drinking earlier. ‘Not too soon, though,’ he murmurs against my lips. ‘Wouldn’t want to make it boring, and this kind of scene takes a strain. The build-up alone is . . . Well. I don’t need to tell you, do I?’ I take the loofah from him and scrub his chest, intermittently placing kisses on his face, neck, shoulders. When we are both clean, Lance pulls the plug and showers us both off. Then he wraps me in a fluffy white towel. I feel suddenly drained. Lance doesn’t need me to tell him that. He sits me down on the toilet seat while he towels himself off, and then he leads me out into the bedroom, where he pushes me gently down on the bed and pulls the covers over me. He sits down on the bedside, stroking my hair. ‘You did magnificently today, babe,’ he says in what is barely more than a whisper. ‘And you felt so good. You rest for a bit now, okay? I’ll go cook us some dinner.’ I murmur my agreement sleepily, and before I have time to register his leaving the room, I’m fast asleep.
  22. I haven't written anything in a while. At least anything that I have completed. Here's something short and a bit different than my normal works. It should be mentioned that this story contains fairly explicit sex. That being said, here's the result of a little bit of inspiration. She let out a sigh as the front door to her modest house came into view. Already the sun was beginning to dip under the horizon casting lengthy shadows across the sidewalk. What time even was it? Stifling a yawn she checked her watch as she pulled into her driveway. "Seven thirty!" she exclaimed letting her head slump back against the seat. She's let herself get so tied up at the office again. The very office she had begun to earn a bit of a reputation as a real ball buster; but she got things done and that's what mattered. Stepping out of her German sedan Emelie stretched her arms over her head and grimaced faintly. There had been more traffic than anticipated. The fresh ocean air reinvigorated the exhausted woman. Snatching her purse from the passenger's seat she quickly hurried to the door locking the car behind her with a chirp of the alarm. Her heels clicked noisily with every step complimenting her pin striped suit. The woman's outfit combined with her pitch black hair projected an aura of seriousness; she was not one you wanted to mess with. Rummaging through her purse for her keys she shuffled ever so slightly where she stood. With a triumphant look she plucked the key from her purse and after the familiar thunk of the deadbolt disengaging she was granted access into her abode. The raven haired business woman tossed her purse onto a small table in the entryway and kicked off her heels. Kneading her toes into the carpet she let her head lull back and shut her eyes enjoying the small things in life. In her girlish excitement to get home she hadn't even noticed the sinister figure waiting deathly silent for her. As soon as she pushed the door shut behind her she felt his cold hand squeezing the back of her neck. "Don't move." a gruff but familiar voice said, forcing her forward a few steps. She let out a squeal of surprise that could have just as easily been conflated with a moan. His command was met with a swift elbow to his ribs earning a groan of pain from her assailant. His grip momentarily loosened around her neck but was quickly replaced with his fingers running through her hair; tightly grabbing a fistful of her ebony locks. "I said don't move!" he growled at her as she began flailing behind her trying to free herself. He shoved her against the wall which earned a groan of discomfort as she was reminded of her need. "W...wait I'm not ready I need to p..." she tried to protest but he interrupted her with a harsh swat on her shapely bottom. The smack echoed in the entryway and she went quiet quivering with excitement before he smacked her backside again through her slacks. The only sound save for their labored lusty breathing was an almost imperceptible hiss as she briefly dribbled urine into her panties. Her posture stiffened, her cheeks flushed pink as the pain radiated from a third spank. "O...ok please... please stop." she suddenly blurted out halting another impending smack. In the lull she could feel his painful grip on her hair ease and a cold metal bracelet fasten around her wrist, clicking shut. First one wrist, then the next. Handcuffs! They weren't the flimsy kind either... She swallowed dryly trying to tug her wrists apart finding them bound closely behind her back. Her legs quivered again falling under the allure of his dominance. "We're going to have a lot of fun." he said, pulling her away. She stumbled, nearly losing her balance. It was difficult to walk when her legs felt like jelly! His hand kept hold of the chain linking her wrists together guiding her from behind towards the bedroom. With a shove he pushed her forward sending the woman tripping over her own feet falling onto the large bed in the center of the room. Emelie managed to push herself up from her side sitting on the edge of the bed. She glared at the man who loomed over her, masking her true feelings. With every step she could feel her thong rubbing against her, damp not just with urine. It was maddening being teased like that and the sensation of a full bladder was only making things worse! Why did she have to work so late today of all days? She wilted under his harsh gaze, her glare losing some of its muster replaced with hints of submissive lust. His long brown hair, the well defined jaw adorned with just enough stubble to give him a rugged look. "How convenient." he commented grabbing something off the dresser before approaching her tossing the pink collar and leash onto the bed next to her. "But first..." he gripped the collar of her blouse, one side in each hand and ripped it open! Buttons popped and flew everywhere as he laughed when her chest was exposed. With her hands cuffed behind her back she was powerless to hide herself from his lecherous gaze. Smirking he reached under her opened shirt grabbing her chest squeezing her breasts in his hands. He could see her face contort, biting her lip resisting the urge to moan. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. She always put up such a fight. With the front clasp undone a moment later she was completely exposed to his desires. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she blushed, finding herself wishing she was a little more well endowed. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands returning to her chest this time without the material of her bra to shield her. This time she couldn't resist. As he fondled her chest paying extra attention to her pert nipples she moaned pressing herself against his hands grinding her thighs together as he toyed with her. He always did this! Forced her to wait. She stared up at him almost begging with the look on her face. "So needy." he mocked, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep glaring at me." he said grabbing the collar from the bed affixing it to her neck. "Sh...shut up!" she stammered trying to recompose herself before he yanked her to her feet with the leash. The lithe woman stood awkwardly hunched over, her ruined shirt hanging open. Her feet splayed awkwardly apart, her knees pressing together as she barely managed to avoid pissing all over her bedroom floor. "Talk to me like that again and see what happens." he said ominously. The hanging threat in the air was more than enough to regain her obedience. She answered his threat with a meek nod. The two stood face to face, her the picture of professionalism; before her blouse was torn open anyway. Him, a ruffian wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He pointed to the bed. "On your knees." he commanded, giving her some slack in the leash. She gave a hesitant look at the bed before doing as he said. It wasn't exactly the most graceful act without the use of her hands but she managed. The pose alone was so demeaning. Her ass stuck into the air like a plinth to the monument of depravity, her head pressed against the sheets. She could feel him grabbing her ass through her trousers, his fingers digging into her tender flesh. Another moan escaped her mouth as he squeezed and kneaded her backside for a few moments before wrapping his hands around her hips to undo her pants. The fabric pooled around her knees exposing her pale curvy bottom. It was his turn to let out a moan, the sight of her bent over, pants around her knees wearing just a thong was enough to weaken the resolve of any man. Fortunately the tiny damp splotch on the crux of her pants legs went unnoticed. There was a faint pink hue on the cheek where she had been spanked earlier. The pink mingling with the black ink of the sole tattoo she had. Just for good measure he gave her another quick smack! She gasped in surprise breathing in sharply praying that he didn't notice the rivulet of glistening yellow liquid rolling down her inner thigh. It had all happened so quickly and she didn't want to stop it but... it was getting to the point now that she was on the verge of a major accident. She wriggled and moaned in pain before feeling his probing fingers teasing her slit. "Look at you, you're soaked~" he teased obliviously. She turned her face burying it into the sheets hiding her embarrassment. "Enough teasing! Just... just fuck me already." she whined into the sheets almost inaudible. "What was that I didn't hear you?" he asked, tugging the front of her panties into her nethers grinding the fabric between her lips. She shuddered, squirming, trying anything to enhance the sensation. "I... I said enough ahh-mmmnnn" she started but was interrupted by a noisy moan as he pressed a finger inside and began pleasuring her. "You really are sopping wet.". The smell of her sex tickled his nose overpowering the faint smell of fresh urine as he continued working with his hand. "I said... enough teasing! F-ooooohhhh" she tried speaking again before he simply inserted another finger moving a bit more vigorously interrupting her with another uncontrollable moan. "Fuck me!" she finally managed to shout between moans, gasps and various other noises she made in the heat of the moment. "Always so impatient." he scolded, tugging the leash back a little choking her ever so slightly with the collar. He removed his hand from between her legs, wiping it on her bedding which earned a frustrated groan from the face down woman, denied her pleasure. There was a zip, some rustling and then she could feel it; the tip of his cock pressing against her womanhood, her thong pulled casually to the side. He pulled the leash forcing her to back herself onto his length causing a long string of gibberish laced expletives to leave the woman's mouth as she coughed for breath. Holding her there keeping her hilted as deep as possible he savored the moment before letting her fall so she could catch her breath. He began, rocking his hips against her. With his hands wrapped tightly around her hips her face buried in the sheets speckled with drool as she moaned with ecstasy; finally! It was exactly what she wanted, helpless under his control while he railed her. Everything else was forgotten even the aching sensation in her bladder. If anything it strangely heightened the pleasure. With every long pump she began to dribble at the bottom of his stroke both of them lost in the act of rough passionate sex. It wasn't until she noticed the cold wet sensation coating her inner thighs and the acrid smell of pee that she realized what was happening. "I... ooooh I... I'm mmmm peeing." she stammered, a hint of panic in her voice. It felt wet around her knees, her thighs felt soaking wet and she could smell it! He finally realized what was happening slowing his pace. It was wet, good sex so often was but... extraordinarily wet! Looking down with disbelief he saw the discolored splotch soaking into her and the glittering wetness on her thighs. "You've been pissing on me!" he exclaimed in surprise not having expected his adult girlfriend to piss herself especially during sex. Emelie choked up, tears welling in her eyes. She hadn't expected it to go this far, she thought she could hold it but now she was mortified! When he finally pulled out with a wet shlick letting her thong snap back into place she lost control in earnest with a moan of relief. The skimpy underwear damped the flow just enough so that a golden arc of urine didn't shoot out across her room. Instead it gushed down her thighs hissing noisily as golden liquid soaked into the pants hung around her knees and the bedding beneath. Emelie let out a sorrowful wail unable to even hold herself to attempt regaining control. All she could do was lay there with her womanhood on display as she emptied her bladder. Ten seconds passed and urine was still running down her thighs, hot and wet. Fifteen seconds and the stream was still casting a wet sheen on her thighs. After twenty seconds it finally began to taper off. The noisy hiss began to fade, spurts and dribbles of urine replacing the heavy cascade that had soaked everything beneath her. "Now that you're finished pissing yourself." he said, clearing his throat. She was about to open her mouth to speak fully expecting him to leave, disgusted with her. Instead she gasped feeling him enter her again just as aroused as he had been before. "If I'd known you were going to do that I would have made you wear a diaper today." he said with a laugh as he resumed thrusting into his lover. She let out a moan, surprised at the turn of events she was soaked in piss but still he was making love to her. She let out a groan when he teased her about a diaper but she couldn't argue it wasn't warranted. The two went at it as planned and finally when they’d both collapsed on the drier part of the bed he spoke. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her. The restraints were long gone and her clothes tossed aside save for the panties she still wore. “Do I have to?” she asked with a sigh, content with cuddling him. “Yes, you do and after that you have some laundry to do.” he said firmly. She just groaned at him, relenting. “Fine… I got held up at work again and then traffic… I thought I could hold it.” she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m just glad… you’re not disgusted. I didn’t mean to pee on you… and truthfully the feeling of being so full like that; it was kind of a turn on.” she admitted, glad he couldn’t see how brightly she was blushing. “Of course I’m not disgusted with you. It’s a little… unorthodox but I thought it was cute. Try not to make it a habit unless you want your mattress stained.” he teased her. “I tried to warn you.” She said indignantly with a huff. He just laughed “I know~” he said with a wink, rolling out of bed ushering her to do the same. “Come on, get up. You need to strip your bed and take a shower.” he said, using his dominant voice. She grumbled making some incomprehensible noises before finally getting up, giving him a dirty look. “With that attitude… definitely diapers.” he teased.
  23. So omorashi is a popular fetish on this website (Wait, what? What a surprise!) and to some people it is a fetish all on its own apart from watersports. Personally I think it's a certain sub-category of watersports, like how bondage is a certain sub-category of BDSM. Speaking of, just out of plain curiosity, are there any other kinks you guys have? I have a LOT (they're all somewhat explored in my story An Enlightening Vacation which I'm not posting here because it doesn't have enough omorashi in it to technically fit in with this site) but yeah, watersports is my fav. So where do you fit in? Are you weirder than I am or are you more of a vanilla kind of person? Let me know Link to my kinky story: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/344500/an-enlightening-vacation
  24. This story, as the title implies, takes place in a universe in which pokemon trainers catch and train pokemon gijinka in place of animal-esque monsters. Since there won't be any pet Skitty or Miltank farms, there will be mentions of actual animals, as it would be rather odd if humans were the only creatures in the world. You should probably note that there won't be omorashi in every single chapter. While the first chapter does have a minor wetting scene, I would like there to be actual story and character development rather than nothing but gratuitous panty wetting. That being said, omorashi will certainly be included throughout the story. I should warn you ahead of time; this story will, eventually, contain sexual content, yuri, and probably some very light BDSM. I'll be sure to put warnings at the begining of chapters that need them, as well as recaps at the start of the chapters that follow, so avoiding anything that might squick you shouldn't be too much of a problem. I am not going to explicitly state how old the characters are, however I pictured them to be around sixteen to eighteen while writing this. However you imagine them is fine; I just don't want anyone accusing me of pedophilia. Lastly, despite what she calls Sachi and Sachi's father, Daichi is not related to them in any way. She's a pokemon. I'm guessing you all realize that, but I just wanted to make it clear that it's only a nickname in case it tripped anyone up. __________ This chapter (obviously) contains omorashi. __________ "You're going to like it here," Sachi's father rambled as the moving van pulled up in front of the house. Sachi's watch flashed 1:30 AM, but outside, the sun was just beginning to set; if the jet lag was anything to go by, the girl was already beginning to dislike Sinnoh. A week before, Sachi and her father left the familiar hustle of their home in Goldenrod City, now oceans away, over some new job opportunity tending to berries in Twinleaf. It wasn't that Sachi was particularly fond of Goldenrod — she had friends there, sure, and she'd grown quite attached to the trains outside her room at night and to the constant torrent of new faces and pokemon — but being uprooted from her city apartment and dropped in some quiet, barren little town hadn't exactly been on her bucket list. On the floor at Sachi's feet, Daichi stirred and murmured in her sleep. The Eevee had been restless for most of the trip, though by some miracle, she'd fallen asleep on the way from the airport in Jubilife — Sachi wished they could have stayed in Jubilife longer; it was so much more like her old home than Twinleaf was — and Sachi had almost forgotten about her. Now, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Daichi sat up. "Onee-chan1?" she murmured sleepily. Her left ear flopped lamely over one chocolate eye. Earning no response from her trainer, she extended a shaky hand upwards and tugged urgently on the leg of Sachi's pants. "Onee-chan?" she repeated. "I have to pee." "Huh? Oh. Can you hold it?" Sachi asked. Her father had gotten out of the van and was busy unloading boxes. Taking that as her cue to help, Sachi elbowed open the door, swung down to the dirt road below, and turned to help the pokemon down. Daichi frowned. "I'll try," she whispered. The air outside was warm and fragrant with spring, and almost immediately, Sachi sneezed. Compared to Goldenrod, the town was a backyard; to one side, several small houses sat together in scattered wooden clusters. Twinleaf was flanked on three sides by woods and tall, thick grass; there were no stores or hospitals or a Pokemon Center to speak of. Two small children ran in the grass a few meters away with a grey-haired, winged pokemon that Sachi couldn't name but recognized from textbooks and brochures. Sachi grabed a small box absentmindedly from the top of the stack and handed it to Daichi. "Take that in and set it on the floor," she ordered. She'd been banking on her new neighbors and their pokemon to help unload the van, but they were granted no such luck; sighing, she picked up another box labeled "kitchen" in sloppy red pen and started for the house. "What's in that box, Daichi?" she asked when she was within earshot once more. Daichi had pushed the parcel to one side with her toe and was fidgeting nervously. "Pokeballs, I think. Do we have a bathroom?" "If it's pokeballs, give them here." Sachi bit her lip. "It's down the hall upstairs, I think. Will you be okay going up there alone?" Daichi shook her head emphatically, eyes wide, and peered anxiously at the stairs. "I don't need to go that bad," she mumbled. By the time the boxes had all been moved in, it was long past sunset. Sachi busied herself counting light switches, testing faucets, and hauling her still-packed things up the steep, dark staircase to her bedroom. Her room itself was about as large as the studio apartment she and her father had shared back in Johto; she'd give it that much. The light worked, but barely, and she wished for a moment that she hadn't thrown away her old nightlight during the move; perhaps sixteen was too old to be afraid of the dark, but it certainly had its practical purposes. There were four plain, wooden walls — Sachi resolved to hang posters over them later — that seemed free of insects and mold, at least. The floor was carpeted a dark greyish-green that Sachi normally wouldn't have minded if the room wasn't already dark and depressing as it was. She knew somewhere in one of the boxes there was a baby blue rug and some matching curtains. Perhaps that would lighten things up. And there were the white linens, too, and Daichi's giant pink teddy bear, and — "Onee-chan? Otosan2 told me to see if you needed help." Daichi leaned in the doorway with her hands curled around her skirt at her sides. She looked ready to cry. She started to enter the room, then hesitated. "Oh. Um, if you could help me look for my —" She was cut off mid-sentence by the soft patter of liquid on the carpet. Daichi was frozen on the spot, her face pale and tear-streaked, pee gushing down both legs and gathering in a pool at her bare feet. One hand still grabbed futilely at her crotch through her skirt; not until her stream died down did she let that hand fall to her side. Her knees buckled beneath her and she half-fell half-sat in her own puddle. "'M sorry," she sniffled after a moment. She was trembling like a leaf — though whether it was from fear of punishment or from relief Sachi wasn't sure — and her cheeks had gone from pale to bright red. Sachi looked away sheepishly. "It's fine," she said. "These carpets are shit, anyway. Why don't we go find the bathroom and wash up for dinner? I'll take care of the mess." "Okay..." Daichi breathed. She stood, still shaky, the back of her skirt dripping, and the two made their way down the hall to the bathroom. "Onee-chan?" Daichi asked when the bath had filled and she was submerged to her neck in soapy water. "Hm?" "I want to go home." Sachi cupped filled a cup with hot water to rinse the soap from Daichi's hair. "I know, Chi," she sighed. She ran her thumb across the edge of Daichi's ear, smirking at the squeal it elicited. "Onee-chan? We should go exploring tomorrow." "I have been meaning to fill that old Pokedex Dad gave me," Sachi thought out loud. She pulled the plug on the bottom of the tub and unfolded the towel she'd brought in from her room. "So we can?" "Yeah, alright," she agreed as she lifted Daichi out of the tub. "You'll have to wear one of my old shirts while your clothes are in the wash. Dad said he'll order pizza, if they'll even deliver it to the middle of nowhere." "I heard there's a lake. Can we go?" Sachi grinned. "Of course. We can travel this whole damn continent, if you want." "I do." "Then it's settled." Sachi braced herself against the edge of the tub and stood. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs. Tomorrow, we'll explore." 1 Older Sister 2 Father
  25. boundbabe

    Bondage and Omorashi

    Ok, so I thought I would start this thread, because there are a few posts floating around the place that mention bondage as part of the omorashi experience, but there really isn't anywhere I have found on this site to specifically discuss and explore these aspects. Being a female that is interested in bondage, bdsm and also consensual rape fantasies - amongst other fetishes - I wish to incorporate omorashi into my experiences, as my partner has this fetish and I find it a huge turn on to pee in front of him etc but I also want to take it to another level. Ive managed to find a few good quality omorashi-bondage videos, but they are becoming more difficult to find, so sharing these videos and images in this thread would be fantastic! Basically, anything and everything relating to omorashi-bondage can be posted here! (Female omorashi preferred) Can't wait to see the results ;) -boundbabe