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  1. Thanks to MasterXploder for proofreading and to EtchyFox for expert advice. This is technically an immediate sequel to Clerical Error, though the bulk of the story has no relation to Clerical Error and reading it is not necessary to understand what's going on here. I don’t know how long we spent wrapped up in each other’s arms after I decided to forgive her for that silly joke of hers. I just know that we were quiet and we were happy, laying there all tangled up and covered in fluids as we were. Being in her arms made me feel safe and loved, and I always found it easier to fall asleep with her holding me. In fact, I was just starting to drift off when she gave me a little shake. I blinked a few times and ended up staring into her gorgeous brown eyes, just inches away from my face. She had that mischievous look that she always put on when she thought of something fun for us to do… or when she thought up a joke so terrible she knew I’d have no choice but to love it. “Hmm?” I knew I had a stupid smile on my face, but I couldn’t help it. It was hard not to smile whenever I looked at her. “Come up with a new joke, Azzy?” “No, you’re safe for now, El.” Asrielle ran a hand through my hair and started playing with loose strands while she spoke. “I was just thinking… Remember our first time?” “Mm, our very first time, or the first time we…?” “The first of my little games,” she said, barely above a whisper. “Now that you mention it though, you were such an adorable little thing when we got together for the first time. You got so flustered over just the tiniest stuff. And you are just the cutest when your face gets all red.” She pinched my cheek and added on, “Oh, but it can never compare to how lovely you are right now, can it, kitten?” I just had to let out a little giggle in response to both the compliment and the little chin scratch that came with it. “Y-yeah, honey,” I said when I could speak coherently again. “Of course I remember. Did you really think your kitten could forget something like that?” Four years ago, a year after we started going out, I was at Asrielle’s house, sitting in a chair with my hands tied up behind my back, my thighs tied to each other, and my feet tied to the chair legs. I was wearing that cute red-on-white naval shirt and the pleated black skirt that went so perfectly with it; and with my legs forced shut as they were, my white panties were hidden from the world. It was Azzy’s favorite of all my outfits, so it ended up becoming my favorite too. I had my collar on, and Azzy was holding the leash, standing right behind me with her empty hand on my shoulder. She was looking down at me, trying to seem tough, but I could see the hunger in her eyes. She wanted me real bad, but she couldn’t have me just yet. “Tell me, pup,” she said. “Do you know why I’ve tied you down like this?” I nodded. “Yes, my Lady.” I tried to look anywhere but into the inferno behind her eyes. “Remind me,” she said as she circled around to my front. “I…” I hung my head in shame. “I tried to touch myself without being told to.” I didn’t have to pretend this time – I actually did feel a little bad about it, but the way she looked and the things she was doing… I just couldn’t help it. I had to do something. But for as real as my shame might have been, it was obvious I was trying to use it to hide my excitement. What sorts of wonderful punishments did my Lady have in store for her pup? If my hands hadn’t been bound I would have gotten in trouble again just thinking about what we could do. “Yes, that’s right. Good girl.” She sat down in the chair she’d positioned across from me, just far enough away that the leash was pulled taut. She was wearing her usual blue dress under her lucky white jacket, and with the way she was sitting I could tell those were the only two things she had on. “And why is that bad?” “Uh, because…” I pretended to fight against the ropes, mainly to show off my figure. “Because only my Lady is allowed to touch my special place.” “Very good!” Azzy gave me a bit of applause, but then suddenly looked very disappointed. “Now you know how very sad it makes your Lady when she doesn’t get to help you when you get hot and bothered. It’s my job to make you feel better, pup, and I don’t like it when you try to do my job for me.” She continued, giving the leash little occasional tugs, just enough to force me to lean forwards for a second. “I know how much you need my help right now, darling, and you know I would love to help you. But you’ve been a bad girl, and I can’t do that if you’re not going to be good. However…” She stood up and walked towards me, lifting her dress just enough to tease me. “Perhaps I might be able to forgive you,” she said, hiking up her dress far enough for me to see everything before dropping herself down to sit on my lap, straddling me with her bare legs while she pressed her body up against mine and whispered into my ear. “If you can be a good girl and help your Lady first.” Then she slowly leaned back again, holding her dress up with the hand that also held the leash, and sensually rubbing her lower body and thighs with the other, almost as if it were an invitation. She was obviously struggling to keep her hand out from between her legs. “I’ll untie you if you can promise me that my body will be the only one you touch.” “Um…” For as much as I wanted my hands to be all over Asrielle, another want was brought to my attention when she pressed against me. I broke eye contact with her and looked around nervously. “Uh, wait, I-” Asrielle instantly dropped her dress and the leash and put both of her hands on my shoulders. “Is something wrong, babe?” She was so impossibly sweet. I’d hesitated for just a second and she was already checking up on me. She knew I wasn’t uncomfortable enough to invoke her mother’s name and call everything off, but she didn’t like the thought of me being any less than completely at ease. “N-no, I’m fine, just…” I looked around at anything but Asrielle for a while before finally settling on looking right into her worried eyes. “Um, I’m… really sorry to kill the mood, but… Could you untie me, please? I have to tinkle.” “Oh. Okay, uh… I thought you went before we started.” “I did, it’s just… been a little while...” Asrielle nodded and got off of me. “Yeah, I… suppose it has… Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t think we’d go on this long. Uh, how bad is it, though? Could you hold it another hour or two?” “Maybe? I’d really rather just go for a wee though. We can continue afterwards, right?” “Yeah…” Azzy seemed conflicted and was clearly deep in thought. “Um…” “Honey?” I shuffled around as much as the ropes would allow. It wasn’t bad, but I wanted to go. “Ah…” She looked at me, then away again. “Ellie, dear?” It was kind of scary seeing my strong, confident Azzy acting nervous like that. “Um… Eheheh… Babe, do you think, maybe, you could please hold it for me? Uh, that, actually, kind of… that would, uh, make me feel… really good, to-to-to-to-to… to see you like that.” “What?” I raised an eyebrow at her, trying to look her in the eye, but she preferred to show me her flushed cheeks instead. “You would like that? If I… held my pee?” Asrielle nodded. “Mhm. O-only if you want to, though! I understand if you don’t, it’s… it’s no big deal or anything, just…” “Azzy,” I said, soft but clear. She looked at me with a strange expression on her face, like she was expecting me to call her disgusting and run off. I could tell she’d lost a good few girlfriends to that request. “It’s okay. If that’s what you want, I’ll… well, I’ll at least try it this one time. For you.” That made her smile. And seeing her smile made me smile. “Thank you, babe,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. I leaned into it as well as I could while tied to a chair, and she broke off after several seconds. “Just try it, that’s all. If you don’t like it, just say the word and I’ll never ask you again, we’ll just go back to normal.” “Well, we don’t have to go back to normal. If there’s anything else you want me to try instead, you can just say so. It’s kinda weird seeing you afraid to ask me for stuff like that. You know I love you too much to judge.” Her response was a giggle and a deep blush. “Yeah, I know…” Then she took a deep breath, and after a moment she turned to look right at me. The fire had returned to her eyes and it seemed like it was burning even hotter than before. “You ready?” I nodded. Without her pressing up against me I didn’t need to pee as badly, but I could still tell I had to go. I was curious to see what she’d want to do with that. “Great.” She pulled up her dress and sat on my lap like before, this time keeping a bit of distance. One hand found the leash she’d dropped and pulled on it to make me lean forward as far as I safely could. “You know, pup,” she said, jumping right back into character. “I think I’ve changed my mind. Letting you touch me would be like a reward for you, and I can’t go around rewarding bad behavior, now can I, girl?” I gave my head a little shake. “No, my Lady.” “Of course not. Now then, you just sit there and think about what you did while I come up with something.” She leaned back and lightened her grip on the leash so I could do the same. She had a hand on her chin and was looking off to the side, pretending that she was trying to think of something. She was obviously waiting for me to say something. I had a feeling I already knew what she wanted my punishment to be, but she wanted me to guide her into saying it. “Actually,” I said, “Would my Lady please untie me so I can go potty while she thinks of a punishment?” I wiggled my butt a little bit for emphasis. “Hmm…” My dear Lady put on a show of thinking about my request, then looked at me with her usual wicked smile. “No, I don’t think so, pup. Not this time. I’ve been too easy on you when you break our rules. If I untie you, you’re just going to misbehave again. So, no. No potty for you. Not until you’ve learned your lesson.” I put on my begging face and spoke with a little whine. “But I need to tinkle! Please let me go, I promise I’ll be good!” I was a little surprised by how natural it felt to say these things. It wasn’t all that different from how we normally played. She shook her head and I could feel her moving, gently rubbing herself against my legs. I felt bad that my hands were tied and there was nothing I could do to help her. “Nope, can’t do it. I do want to let you go. I really do. But I also want you to behave yourself, and with how often you’ve been bad recently, a promise isn’t enough.“ She gave the leash a gentle tug. “You do want to be good for your Lady, don’t you, pup?” When I gave a little nod, she said, “And you’re a big girl, aren’t you?” She smiled when I nodded again. “Well, a big girl doesn’t have any trouble holding it in for as long as she needs, right? And if you want to be good, you need to hold it in for as long as it takes me to decide you’ve earned the privilege of going to the bathroom again.” “How long is that?” Asrielle giggled. “Oh, as long as I want it to be. But if you’re really a big girl who can be good and hold it in until her Lady gives her permission, it doesn’t matter how long it takes, does it? You can wait however long you need to.” “But what if I have an accident?” She pulled a little harder on the leash this time, for just a second. My collar felt too tight around my neck for a moment, then returned to its normal comfortable fit. “You’re not going to have an accident. Not even just a little leak. Do you know why?” It really did sound like what she’d say to me during our normal games – except this time, instead of telling me I’m not going to get myself off, not even just a little touch, it was about piddle. So, naturally, my answer had to be the same as it normally would be. “Um… because I’m not allowed to?” “That’s right.” She tousled my hair with one hand, the other still holding the leash, ready to pull on it if she needed to. “You’re not going to let out even a single drop of pee-pee until I say so. You’re going to hold it all in and keep those pretty panties perfectly stainless white, because you don’t have my permission to have an accident. Understand?” I always appreciated Azzy asking if I understood things. That was her way of asking if I had any objections without breaking character. She cared so much about me being safe and having fun that if she ever wanted me to do anything even a little extreme, she’d ask if I understood and let me tone it down if I needed to, even if she wouldn’t enjoy it as much anymore. And since I’d never played like this before, I had to take a minute to make sure I could tell her I understood. I could already feel the need to tinkle, but it wasn’t uncomfortable yet. I knew it would get uncomfortable, but not until I got to the point of desperately needing to go. And I knew I could get hurt if I held it in too long, but I also knew that Asrielle would never let me get hurt like that. Worst-case scenario, I might get a little uncomfortable, but it was also uncomfortable having my leash pulled a little too tight or getting spanked because I’d been naughty. And I liked it when Azzy did those things. There was such a thing as good pain, and I could handle a bit of that. And I always knew what to say if I started feeling bad pain, and I could trust that Azzy would do her best to make me feel better if I did need to say it. I noticed that she was giving me a worried look – the fire was still there, but right now it was hidden behind a layer of obvious concern. After all, I didn’t answer right away, though even if I did she would have asked if I were sure, and she wanted to be certain that I wasn’t hesitating because she’d gone too far. It was a justified fear. This was a big request, after all – promise her that I wouldn’t tinkle even a little bit in my panties? I wasn’t sure if I could do that. But I definitely wanted to try, both for her sake and because I was starting to get a little curious about this stuff myself. How long would she make me wait? How long could I wait before I had no choice but to make a puddle in my chair? Those weren’t questions I’d ever considered before. If nothing else, now that I was asking the questions, I needed the answers. “I understand, my Lady,” I said. She raised an eyebrow, asking without words if I was sure. I nodded in response and some of the worry on her face faded away. “Okay, pup,” she said, something about her voice indicating she didn’t quite believe that I really wanted to do this. “If you understand, explain to me what you’re going to do now.” “Well, I’m going to hold my piddle.” I looked at her and she nodded, encouraging me to keep going. “I’m going to prove that I’m a good puppy by holding in all of my pee-pee until my Lady allows me to use the potty.” “And when will your Lady allow you to do that?” “Whenever she thinks her pup has learned her lesson.” “And what is that lesson?” “Um…” I actually wasn’t entirely sure. I knew why I was tied up and why I couldn’t make water, but I didn’t know how she wanted me to phrase what I was supposed to learn from this game. “Uh… the lesson is… that a good pup always obeys her Lady? A good pup does as her Lady says and never tries to do things her Lady told her not to?” “Hmm, maybe. Are you sure there’s not a more important lesson?” Azzy gave the leash a few playful tugs. More important? “Uh…” What could she possibly mean by that? Unless? “Oh! I know! Th-the lesson is that a good pup makes her Lady happy!” “Oh, good girl! Smart puppy!” Asrielle leaned over and scratched behind my ear as if I really were her dog. Of course that was the answer. Azzy didn’t just want me to mindlessly obey her every command, that wasn’t fun for either of us. Sure, her character of my Lady didn’t like it when I disobeyed, but in reality Asrielle loved watching me do things she clearly told me not to do. So that was the answer she was looking for – the one that applied equally to both her character and to her actual desires. “Now, does my pup know what would make her Lady happy right now?” “My Lady would be very happy if I waited to piddle for as long as I can!” I was actually getting legitimately excited, bouncing in my seat as much as I could while tied down and with my kind, beautiful, perfect beloved Lady Asrielle on my lap. “And how long can my darling puppy wait?” She sounded excited, too. She was loving that I was playing along like this. “Until my Lady says I can go!” “Excellent!” Asrielle reached under the bottom of my shirt and laid a hand on my tummy. “Now, I know it’s been a few hours since my dearest last went pee-pee. How badly does puppy need to go now?” I felt the hand under my shirt gently rubbing my belly, occasionally straying near the waistband of my skirt. I definitely needed to pee, but I needed her hand in my special place even more. I so desperately wanted her to go there, but she never did. She only teased and waited for me to assess my need for the bathroom. “Well,” I said. “I can feel that I need the toilet. I’m not desperate yet, but the feeling isn’t going away. It’s just a sort of dull pressure that’s always there and it’s hard to ignore. If I was allowed to, I would go potty now unless I was busy with something important.” “Wow,” she said, still rubbing my tummy. “I was just expecting a few words.” That made me blush. I didn’t think she’d see it as anything special. To me it was just like when she asked me to describe how much I wanted her to touch me. “I thought my Lady would appreciate a little more detail,” I said. “She certainly does.” Asrielle was still rubbing herself on my legs, but now she slowed down. “Hmm… Your Lady could do with something to drink. Are you thirsty, pup? Want me to bring you some water?” Now that she mentioned it, my throat was kind of dry from all the talking and begging I’d been doing… and after hours of drooling over Azzy in general. Probably mostly just that, actually. Of course I knew she had other motives behind wanting me to drink something, but I didn’t mind if it’d help her have fun. “Yes please, my Lady.” “Okay.” She worked her way off of me, leaving a slick feeling on my legs right around where she’d been. “You wait here, then, pup,” she said with a giggle. I always hated her sense of humor, but it was that cute sort of hate you feel when something’s so bad that it’s good, so I didn’t have a choice but to crack a smile too. She gave a little wave and walked off, and I had my eyes stuck to her for as long as possible. When she finally disappeared behind a wall, I sighed and looked down at myself. Just me and my thoughts now, until she got back. I shifted around a bit to get more comfortable in the chair and hopefully convince some of that pressure to go away. But it didn’t go away. I’d just have to accept that I needed to use the potty and there wasn’t anything I could do to need it any less. In fact, it’d just keep getting worse. I’d just sit here tied up until I was ready to burst, and then maybe I’d be allowed to go to the bathroom. Maybe I’d just be told to have an accident on purpose. Maybe I’d be untied, but wouldn’t be able to wait until I got to the toilet. I wasn’t too keen on experiencing needing to go that badly, but if that was what Asrielle liked, I could put up with it long enough to find out how she wanted it to end. That was the least I could do. If I ended up not liking this, we wouldn’t do it again, so I’d feel bad if the only time I did something she liked so much turned out to be disappointing for her. She’d understand if I wanted to quit, of course, but I wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible, so I resolved to hold on for as long as I could. I’d tap out if it started to hurt, but no earlier than that. That way, I’d keep myself out of trouble and she’d get to enjoy as much of the show as possible. I was kinda hoping she’d be merciful, though. We hadn’t been together in quite a while, so we were both craving each other’s touch. And it seemed like every little thing I was doing was just getting Azzy more and more worked up without any real release. Surely it wouldn’t be long until she couldn’t take it anymore, and she’d order me to go tinkle and come right to bed, where she’d rip off my clothes and we’d finally satisfy each other. I knew this was supposed to be a punishment, but I was confident she’d decide that I’d learned my lesson just as soon as she got too hot to tolerate. Before long she returned with a large jug in one hand and a little wooden bowl in the other. She set both down on the chair across from me, then pushed the chair close enough that even with my bound legs I could almost kick it. Then she picked up the jug and bowl again and took a seat. “Here you go, dear,” she said, filling the bowl with water from the jug. “Drink it all, please.” She set the jug down and brought the bowl up to my mouth, holding it with two hands. When I nodded to indicate I was ready, she tipped the bowl a little and let me drink for a few seconds, before moving it away again and waiting for me to be ready for more. We continued like that until the bowl was empty, and Azzy pulled a little piece of cloth from one of her jacket pockets and used it to wipe up any excess water from my face before sitting down again and filling the bowl for herself. She drank much faster than I did and even refilled the bowl when it got empty, only stopping once she’d finished her third bowlful of water in the time it took me to have just the one. “Would you like some more, darling?” She shook the jug to confirm that there was still enough left if either of us got thirsty again. “No, my Lady.” My response prompted her to set the jug and bowl down next to her chair, then she got up and knelt next to mine. I watched curiously as she carefully untied the rope binding my legs to each other, setting it aside and walking over to a nearby shelf to look for something else. I moved my legs as much as I could in the meantime, happy to be able to just do that and even happier for the chance to flash my panties to Azzy if she happened to look over. I had my legs open when she turned to me again, with two smaller ropes in her hand this time. She smiled when she saw the view I was giving her and the look I had on my face. I really needed to go to the bathroom, and I wanted to close my legs to help me hold it in, but the opportunity for a tease was too good to pass up. As it turns out, she actually did want my legs open, but for a different reason. She wrapped each rope around one of my thighs near the knee and with some clever knotwork tied my legs up so that they were forced open. I tried to bring my legs back together like they had been but the new bindings meant I could do little more than just shake them. “That should do it,” she said, sitting down again and crossing her arms. “I can’t have you trying to squeeze your legs together to try to hold it when it gets bad. And I really can’t have your panties out of my sight. I need to make sure you won’t try to cheat by piddling a little and just keeping your legs in the way until it dries so I never see it.” She’d certainly thought this through. Her planning was admirable considering this was all spur-of-the-moment, but I was still nervous anyways. That water was already starting to work its way down. I was going to be desperate very soon, and if I couldn’t use my hands or my legs to help hold it, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to last. “Something wrong?” Azzy had noticed the concerned look on my face. “Um, not really, it’s just that I’m starting to really, really need the toilet. And I want to keep my legs together so I can hold it better but now I can’t.” “But other than that, you’re okay?” I nodded, and she visibly relaxed. “Good. Then perhaps puppy could explain to her Lady how she’s feeling now?” “Uh…” I tried to move around as much as I could while I thought of a way to explain what I was feeling. “I need to go, like, now. I feel, I dunno… full, I guess, but that’s probably just because of the water. And that pressure from before is getting worse, it’s always there and I can feel it more now. Um, it’s still not, like, really bad or anything, but I think it will be soon.” “Didn’t take long to get there, did it?” “Well, my legs aren’t stuck together anymore. If they were I’d feel better.” One leg started jiggling half-involuntarily. Asrielle just nodded. “And that’s why I’ve tied them up like that instead. I want you to tell me what you’re really feeling, so you can’t get anything in the way that’ll make you feel it less.” “Oh, I’m definitely really feeling like I need to go to the bathroom.” “Well, how about I help take your mind off it, hm?” She stood up and moved around to my side, picking up the leash and giving it a little upwards tug. In response, I turned my head to look up at her. She reached out with one hand, first to brush my hair to the side, then gliding down to stroke my cheek on her way down to my chin, which she held to keep me looking wherever she wanted. She made me look to my left, in the direction of her bedroom. “You see? That’s where you’ll get to go if you can be a good girl for your Lady.” Then she made me look up at her again. “Wouldn’t that be fun, pup?” “Yes, my Lady.” I had a hint of lustful enthusiasm in my voice. “Of course it would. But that’s a reward for good pups only, right? And you’ve been very bad lately, darling.” “I’m trying to be good!” Some of the indignation in my voice was real. “I know you are, pup. I know you want to show your Lady how good you can be.” She came around to my front, leaning in and bringing the hand on our leash over to grab at my collar. “So I think I ought to give you a little encouragement,” she whispered. “Just a little taste of how your Lady treats a well-behaved pup.” Then she put a hand on either side of my head and went in for a kiss. I leaned into it and we stayed like that for quite a while, her hands eventually straying down to follow the contours of my body all the way to my thighs, where she teased me by running her hands along them under my skirt, getting so very close to what we both wanted her to touch, but never actually getting there. She broke off eventually, prompting me to give a pitiful whine. I didn’t want it to end! But she pulled away anyways, picking up the leash she’d dropped at some point while she was teasing me. She circled around to stand behind me, my collar turning around as the leash moved. That was always a weird feeling. Not bad by any means, but it was just strange to feel the comforting leather embrace of my collar shift and rotate like that. I turned as much as I could to try to look at what Azzy was doing. She got on her knees, and when she noticed I was trying to watch her a hand gently guided me to look forward again. Then there was a little tug on the leash and I was forced to lean back as far as I could. Almost immediately afterwards, I felt both of Asrielle’s hands end up on my chest. She didn’t even bother trying to get my shirt off or at least reach under it or something. Just went straight for the goods. I never understood what was supposed to be so special about them – hers looked and felt nice but they didn’t really do anything for me – but Azzy sure seemed to be having fun and it’s not like I could pretend what she was doing didn’t feel good. “You like that?” She’d heard my little moan and laughed a bit while she continued her work through my shirt. We both seemed to be glad that I hadn’t worn anything underneath, since having only the one thin layer of cloth to work through meant she could do a lot more to me. “Can’t let you enjoy it too much, though. Not yet.” As soon as she said that, her hands stopped moving, but she left them cupping my breasts for a little while. I whined and squirmed as much as I could to try to get her to continue. Instead, she brought a hand up to my neck and pulled lightly on my collar to get me to stop moving. I gave an annoyed huff when I settled down, and she pulled again. “Don’t you get greedy, girl.” I just nodded as an apology, then she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Her hands wandered down from where she was keeping them until they reached the bottom of my shirt. She lifted the shirt up out of the way just a little bit, enough for her to leave both hands on my tummy. “My Lady?” I looked up at her, since she was leaning right over me so she would be in a good position. With the excitement dying down, I was starting to feel the need to tinkle much more clearly now, and it was really getting bad. That water was working quickly, and her hands being where they were was bad news. Her hands started rubbing gently, moving in little circles. “Just checking on my pup,” she said. “Did I help take your mind off this? Has puppy forgotten how badly she wanted to go?” When I nodded and shifted around a little, she continued. “Well, it’s time to remember. I want you to describe how you’re feeling now, and then I think it might be time for another drink, okay?" “Okay.” I wiggled some and tried not to accidentally press myself into her hands in the process. “Um… Oh, geez, it’s… it’s bad. I need to actually try to hold it, and without being able to use my hands or legs… Uh, it’s not easy. It doesn’t hurt or anything but, like, it’s really uncomfortable. I might be able to still wait for a while but, I mean, my piddle wants out now.” Asrielle’s hands stopped for a moment and there was surprise clear in her voice, enough to make her break character. “That bad already? Dude, it’s been like ten minutes since I asked you last. Do you have a damn squirrel’s bladder or something? I mean, come on, man, I could do better than that when I was seventeen.” “Well I’m not used to this! I’ve only held it this long once before. I usually go potty long before it gets this bad, so I don’t have a lot of practice holding it!” Then I made the best pouty face I could without my arms available to be crossed over my chest for emphasis. “Besides, this is your kink, so I bet you’ve been doing it since you were a kid.” “Once before, you say?” I couldn’t quite see her face, but I could tell from the tone of her voice that she lit up hearing that, and ignored everything else I said afterwards. “I think it’s story time, don’t you? Your Lady is going to get you some more water, and then you can tell her all about that.” Thankfully, she removed her hands from my tummy and walked over to the other chair, taking a seat before picking up the jug and bowl she’d left there. I had to shut my eyes and grit my teeth while she filled the bowl again. That noise should have been coming from me, and if I had to look at it too it wouldn’t be long before it did. “That’s not really something I want to think about right now,” I said once she’d decided the bowl was full enough. “No? Fine, but at least drink some of this, alright?” “Well, I don’t really want to do that either, but…” “But?” “But I’m thirsty.” She chuckled and held the bowl up to my face again. “Hm?” She waited for me to nod before having me drink the same way as before, repeating the same cycle until the bowl was empty. “Haa…” I wiggled as much as I could, knowing I’d regret drinking more at this point. “Can I go now?” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Did you say something, pup?” I sighed. Forgot to get back in character. “May I go potty now, my Lady?” I didn’t stop moving – if anything I exaggerated the motions I was already making. “Hmm…” She put a hand on her chin. “Perhaps. If you tell me that story, I’ll consider untying you so you can go.” “Consider? You mean you might not do it? I really need to go though…” “What’s the matter? I thought you were a big girl. Big girls don’t have problems with being told they can’t go yet.” Azzy leaned forward and grabbed the leash again. “Yeah, but…” I tried to keep moving while I thought up something to say. Did I actually want to use the toilet right then? Sure, I needed to, and very badly at that, but was it what I wanted? Azzy would let me go if I told her to, so if I wanted to go, I could. And if I wanted to wait longer, she’d keep me tied up until one of us decided I’d had enough. I was pretty sure I didn’t want to stop just yet, but all the piddle trying to come out was messing with my head. “Uh…” I was rubbing up against the seat of my chair as well as I could manage. Felt like it was right about to come out. “But…” I tensed up to try to keep everything in, but I felt a splash of warmth in my panties anyways. More was going to come very soon. “But puppy has to go pee-pee,” I finally whined. “I can see that. Didn’t I tell you not to leak even one drop?” She gave the leash a little pull. “I’ll be nice and excuse that one, but you’re going to be in serious trouble if it happens again, girl, you understand?” “W-what kind of trouble?” It felt like it was already going to happen again. “You’ll find out if you can’t be good and follow simple instructions.” She looked me right in the eye and spoke with a much more serious tone. “Do you understand that?” There was that worry on her face again, like she thought she was starting to go too far. “Y-yeah, I understand, my Lady, but…” I groaned and just barely stopped myself from leaking again. “But I don’t know how long I can wait if you don’t let me go!” “You can wait until I tell you it’s potty time. And right now, it’s story time. And you’ve got a wonderful story to tell me, don’t you?” I got the feeling that this was the last choice she’d invite me to make. She wanted to know one last thing from me before it was too late: could she make me have an accident? If I told her the story, she’d let me go before that happened. If I didn’t, I’d be tied up until my chair became a toilet. Or I could just back out entirely. “Will you let me go potty afterwards?” “Afraid that you’ll disobey your Lady and make a puddle if I don’t?” “Yes! Please, I feel like I’m going to burst.” “Oh, fine, you can go after you tell me your story. But I have to come with you to make sure you don’t do anything you’re not allowed to.” I bounced a little in my seat, both to maybe help hold on a little longer and also because I was just happy she said yes. “Thank you, my Lady!” Then I took a deep breath and made sure everything was locked down as tight as possible. “Okay, uh…” I hoped my wiggling would be enough to let me wait until I was done with the story. “Well, this was… like two years ago, I’d just got my job at the temple. And now that I was an adult and… ugh… and a proper apprentice for Mystic Adrian, um… I, you know, I wanted to prove I could do… proper adult things. So, uh, once I… finished the basic training, I just wanted to be the best apprentice I could. You know, like, always ready to help with things and… aahn… And, well, you know.” It was hard to focus on putting a story together and not flooding my panties. I was surprised I hadn’t leaked again. “So, anyways, this one day… Like, I get up and go potty and get dressed like normal, and I go to work, and… and it’s nothing really special, right? But Adrian needed some help with potions…” Asrielle giggled. “I see where this is going.” “Oh my gosh, don’t interrupt, I need to pay attention so I don’t tinkle.” “Sorry.” Another breath and a quick intense wiggle. “Okay, so, potions, right? I was helping him make potions, and sorting out ingredients and all… Um, and you know how we always make those big… I dunno, big tubs instead of just a couple bottles at a time… Err… So, with all the, like, alchemy stuff going on, it gets… Really hot. But we also had a lot of water, so… Uh, I normally get to take a few breaks before lunchtime, but, like… I had to stay and help out, right, and… The water and all the… dripping from the brewing stuff… I kinda had to go an hour into the shift, but it wasn’t bad and I had to stay anyways… Ugh, remembering this just makes me want to go even worse… Uh, but, um, an hour later, I was starting to need the potty pretty bad. But I wasn’t supposed to leave until lunch, and… like, that was still a couple of hours. I was sure I could… uh, I could wait, but… I knew it’d be tough. I was, like, fidgeting and potty dancing whenever Adrian wasn’t looking.” “Why didn’t you just tell him you had to go?” “Stop interrupting! And I dunno, I… I think he would have… would have let me go if he saw I needed it bad but… I didn’t want him to think I was, like, some kid who can’t even wait until noon. Or maybe I just didn’t want to, uh, think about myself that way. I was… I was an adult. Adults can hold it for a few hours. But, uh… I was really starting to feel like a kid like an hour away from lunch. I’d… grab myself whenever I wasn’t being watched and, like… you know, knot up my legs and everything… I didn’t think I’d make it, but I didn’t really want to admit that either… Uh, somehow I held it in for… a little while longer but then… then I… Uh… A-ah!? N-no… Nnnngh…” I shut my eyes tight and fought for control as I felt myself leak, getting a tentative hold back after a second-long stream of piddle came out and made a little puddle under my butt. “My, that was quite the leak. Better wrap up the story quick before that happens again, dear.” “R-right… So, uh... Uh… I leaked and, like… Actually it was… pretty much just like what happened just now… Um, anyways, uh, I panicked and, like… grabbed the first big bottle I saw and ran off to hide behind some barrels… Uh, I kept myself mostly dry but, like, I can’t aim when I’m freaking out like that so, uh… Okay, I’m seriously about to have an accident here, you heard the story, let me go.” Asrielle nodded and got up, first heading behind me to free my hands. “Can’t aim?” “Y-yeah, a little got in the bottle but… most of it didn’t… I tipped over a barrel to pretend it spilled… Oh gosh, hurry up, I can’t hold it.” Both hands flew between my legs as soon as they were free, and Azzy came around to undo my legs next. “I’m going as fast as I can, babe. You’ll be free soon, you can make it.” “Ohhh…” I felt a little blast of warmth against my hands. I was running out of time. “Just two more,” Azzy said once my legs were free to the point where I could bring my thighs together again. “Don’t you worry about anything. You’ll be fine.” “I’m gonna pee…” I pressed up against myself as much as I could with my fingers and just looked down at my legs. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You’re all untied, babe. You can stand up.” I nodded and forced one hand out from between my legs, which Azzy grabbed and pulled on to help me stand. I stumbled immediately, but Asrielle seemed prepared for that and caught me before I could fall. “Azzy…” Tears filled my eyes as I mumbled at her. “It’s too late…” “No, it’s not. You’re so close. Just hold on one more minute and you’ll be in the bathroom.” I felt her pull me in that direction, and I awkwardly walked with her. I kept tripping over my own feet which were still trying to wake up, leaking a little more each time. “Almost there, darling.” I wanted to believe her. Just a few more steps… A few more steps and… And then it was over. I slid out of her grip and to my knees as I lost control, a steady and unstoppable stream filling my panties then spilling out onto the floor. I started crying, and felt Asrielle’s arms wrapped around me while I had my accident. I was just barely aware of the little pattering sound coming from underneath me, and the feeling of wetness on both sides of my legs. Apparently, I had fallen into a position where I was sitting with them folded under me, so most of my pee ended up running through what little I was wearing, making it feel like it was sticking to me, onto my legs and feet and only then rolling off down to the wood below. The sensation of warm water trickling down even a little bit of my skin was weird and uncomfortable, and it was even more uncomfortable to consider that it was piddle, not water. “Shh… It’s okay.” Asrielle’s voice was just a whisper. I just kept peeing and crying for a while, wanting it to be over and hoping that any moment now I’d wake up in Azzy’s arms and tell her about the bad dream I’d had. But that was never going to happen, was it? After all, if this were a dream, I wouldn’t smell like a toilet. Even when I finally ran empty, I still wasn’t done getting things wet. I kept crying for who-knows-how-long while Asrielle held onto me and said things she thought would make me feel better. When that finally stopped too, I was left sniffling and opened my eyes to see that we were just outside arm’s reach of the bathroom door. That just made me whine and bury my head in Azzy’s shoulder. Her bare shoulder. She’d taken off her jacket, no doubt to keep it from getting wet while she sat in my puddle. “You did well,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “You did very well, even if you didn’t make it.” I brought my head up to look at her and say, “But I ruined your favorite outfit.” She just smiled. “It’s nothing a little wash can’t fix.” “And I got your floor and your chair wet.” “I can clean them.” I stared at her for a second and sniffled, still trying to justify my crying. “I had an accident.” “You did.” “You told me not to.” “I did.” I sniffled again. “Are-aren’t you mad?” “No, of course not, baby.” She held me closer and tighter. “It was just a game. No different than any of our other games. I never actually got mad at you about any of those, did I?” I just shook my head. “Then why would I be mad now?” I shrugged. “B-because I’m too old to wet myself?” I almost wanted her to hate me for what I’d just done. Deep down I knew there was no reason to feel bad about it, but I was crying anyways, and I wouldn’t have much of a reason to do that if she wasn’t angry. “No such thing, dear. It happens to everyone. I’m not going to stop loving you because you peed on my floor. And, I mean, I don’t really want to bring it up when you’re clearly upset, but… if anything, it’d just make me love you more.” “So, what, am I going to have to… have to do this for you now?” “Only if you want to. I can’t enjoy it if you’re not having fun. That’s why I’m sitting here in your puddle to help you feel better.” I nodded. “I guess it was kinda fun…” “Good. That’s good, sweetie. Your happiness always comes first. Always.” “I know…” “Then tell me, dear, is there anything I can do for you now?” I shrugged. “I just want to take a bath and go to bed.” “Good. You’ll feel much better once you’re clean and rested. I’ll take care of your clothes in the meantime. Unless you wanted me to come with you…?” “Not in the mood anymore.” “That’s fine.” She paused for a second to think. “Ooh, how about I get you some chocolate? You can drink it while you’re in the bath.” “Yes, please.” “Great. I’m going to get up now. You get undressed and I’ll take care of everything for you.” She let go of me and stood up. I heard the sound of her feet splashing around in my puddle while she oriented herself. “Oh, Azzy?” I looked up at her right as she started to walk away, causing her to turn around again and hum at me with a smile on her face. “Um, if you want to do this again, I’m fine with it. But nothing spontaneous. No surprises.” She nodded. “Of course, dear. I’ll come up with some ideas and we’ll go from there, okay?” “Yeah.” I watched as she skipped away to draw up a bath and, more importantly, fetch a nice hot cup of chocolate. I had to admit I was actually pleasantly surprised by the whole ordeal. I thought it would have been a lot worse, but if all I had to do was wait around for a while and then pee – which I’m sure would have felt really good if I weren’t preoccupied with being upset about wetting myself – and I could get treats out of it… Perhaps I could be persuaded to play along. “Hey, Ellie, you awake?” “Huh? Yeah. Just… got a little lost in thought, is all.” Asrielle giggled. “What, remembering our first pee game, hm? That would explain why you’ve been touching yourself this whole time.” There’s no way I didn’t go completely red. “I didn’t-” “Ah, no, don’t you dare try to apologize for that.” She gave me a quick kiss and spoke again. “I love it knowing you’re getting off thinking about our games. I’m just a little insulted that I’m right here and you didn’t even bother asking for another round.” She didn’t sound very offended. “Well, do you want to go again?” “Of course I do. But should I? I don’t know. Wouldn’t want to reward naughty behavior like that…” “What if we go again now and you punish me later by taking away my potty privileges for a whole day?” “Ooh, now you’re speaking my language. Alright, it’s a deal, but you’ve gotta tell me one thing first,” she said, pulling back the sheets and sliding to sit on the edge of the bed near my legs. “What’s that?” “What in the world happened to the innocent little priestess I fell in love with?” “You corrupted her.”
  2. This will be an attempt at a more serious omorashi porno with some semblance of a plot to it. There may also be some more protracted desperation. ***** Min So-Yun was sexy and she knew it. Her smooth brown hair flowed round her pretty face to her shoulders, and her body was just as beautiful. When you look that good, you don’t need a sexy outfit, and she preferred to dress in a cute but comfortable style. As a junior office lady on her first day, she didn’t expect to have to dress too formally, so she needn’t bother with a full suit. A white button up shirt was sufficient for the top, and on her legs she wore a short but modest green skirt with ample pocket space, over a pair of cute white knickers. On her feet she wore short socks and practical flat shoes. She hated the high heels and tight pencil skirts that so many professional ladies felt they had to wear. There was absolutely no reason that skirts and shoes shouldn’t be suitable for running in, and given just how sexy she was, she might need to. As she rode the train to work, she thought of the possibility that there might be an attractive colleague or two. She knew that her sex drive was a little out of control, but damn, it was fun. On entering the office, she saw her boss, Mun Ha-yun, waiting for her. Mun Ha-Yun was dressed rather more formally, in a finely tailored black suit with pencil skirt, tights, and painfully high heels. Min So-Yun winced at how painful the shoes must be to wear, but, as a bisexual woman, had to admit that her boss was very sexy indeed. But she did not look pleased to see her. “So, this is the new girl,” she said, contemptuously. “You’re not dressed appropriately for this job.” “I’m perfectly respectable,” said Min So-Yun, indignant. “It’s not like I’m wearing my leather miniskirt or something.” “We expect rather more formal dress of our office ladies here,” said Mun Ha-Yun, obviously enjoying the sight of her body. “Note what I’m wearing and look at yourself.” “Yes, and it looks rather impractical,” said Min So-Yun. “Though I must admit you do look very nice.” “You get used to it,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “Come on.” With her heels clacking on the floor, she strutted into the office. Min So-Yun followed. She noticed that the other ladies were all dressed more formally, too, and the gentlemen all wore formal suits. One gentleman in particular caught her attention. He was reclining in his chair, looking very sophisticated in his suit. His face was powerfully handsome, and his chin was a little stubbly. He was obviously immensely strong, and Min So-Yun could just imagine his rigid abdominals under his shirt...she began to mentally undress him, before realising she was rather getting carried away with herself. She winked at him to try to get his attention, and gyrated her hips a little. He noticed, and smiled. This was going well already. “This is your desk,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “You’re doing data entry. There will be one scheduled break for refreshments and using the toilet.” Min So-Yun felt the shock hit her. “Wait, you’re not allowed to use the toilet for hours? That sounds painful...” “Sometimes, you need to put up with a little discomfort,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “Now sit down and get to work.” Min So-Yun had drunk a large cup of coffee with breakfast to get herself alert for the job, and another on the train, and they were already going through her fast. The thought of not being able to use the toilet for hours made the growing urge so much worse. “Can I just use the toilet first?” she asked. “I had a big cup of coffee with breakfast, and, you know...” “No,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “You use the toilet during break time. That’s it.” “How long will that be in?” said Min So-Yun, obviously concerned. “1 PM,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “Now learn to hold it like a big girl and get to work.” Min So-Yun sat in her chair with a deeply apprehensive look on her face. She was going to have to hold it for 4 hours. 4 hours with 2 large cups of coffee working through her. This was going to be absolute torture, and she really wasn’t sure she was strong enough to endure it. But the alternative – wetting her skirt – was simply unthinkable, especially with that unfathomably sexy gentleman taking interest in her. What would he think if he saw her piss herself like a little girl? She certainly wouldn’t be getting to see him naked, that was for sure. Talking of sex, she recalled a tip that helped her to endure exams at school with no toilet breaks. Thinking of a sexual fantasy could apparently help to take her mind off her bladder. As she set to work, she imagined him holding her close, slipping his hand up her skirt, pulling down her knickers...she was getting decidedly aroused at the very thought of it. The fantasy was indeed helping her, and she was able to stay focused for the time being. She was extremely grateful she wasn’t one of those weirdos who got off on weeing herself – that would make this strategy extremely difficult. She knew there were men who liked to watch women have accidents, too, but what were the chances that any of them worked there? The first hour was a struggle, but she managed. Looking at the clock and noticing that there were still 3 hours left, she whimpered in despair. She was already the most desperate she had been since...well, that time she drunk too much lager at the bar and got desperate walking home...and she didn’t make it. Fortunately, no one had seen her accident, and she simply changed out of her wet skirt and had a shower. Here would be a very different story. She didn’t want her obnoxious boss to gloat over her wet skirt, and she certainly didn’t want that dashing gentleman to see her like that. But how on Earth could she possibly hold it that long? She had to try. Just try, and hope against hope that she could wait. Mun Ha-Yun strutted past her and noticed her grimacing face. “So, how are you doing?” she said, smiling obnoxiously. “Are you managing to control your bladder like a mature woman?” “Yes,” said Min So-Yun, clearly irritated. She was starting to think that Mun Ha-Yun was taking a sexual interest in her, and she didn’t like it. That said, she was definitely not getting most of her attention. Mun Ha-Yun spent a lot of time bothering the handsome gentleman; she was obviously a fellow bisexual woman, though certainly not one that Min So-Yun wanted to befriend. The interest did not seem to be mutual. Once Mun Ha-Yun had gone, Min So-Yun looked over to him and winked again. He smiled back. She definitely had a chance if she asked him out. But probably a lot less of a chance if she did so in a wet skirt. 2 and a half hours were left, and Min So-Yun was in severe pain. She crossed and uncrossed her legs to try to ease the pressure, but the pain was growing every minute. She had to keep her composure, and breathed deeply to try to calm herself. She tried to focus on the dull work she was doing, but it retained her attention as much as she was able to retain her urine – that is, not very well. But this pain was still a lesser evil than the utter humiliation of letting go. That was just unthinkable. She had to hold it. As 11AM approached, Min So-Yun looked up at the clock and saw the hand creep closer. It was almost halfway. She whimpered internally. Almost halfway. She would have to endure another 2 hours of pain before she could find relief – that is, if she could even make it to the toilet. Her legs were knotted around each other, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. How was she going to hold it? But she had to...she had to… Mun Ha-Yun came by again soon after. She was obviously enjoying Min So-Yun’s torment, though the way she shifted from foot to foot a little when she was standing looked like she had to wee too. Min So-Yun figured she must be some kind of masochist – and her desperation couldn’t be half as bad as what she was feeling. “Still managing to hold it, then?” she asked. “Yes,” said Min So-Yun. “I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on my work. If you just let me use the toilet, I -” “No,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “You have to build discipline. Learn to control yourself.” “This is just unreasonable,” said Min So-Yun. “Everyone has to wee.” “Yes, and I learned to control it,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “Now get back to work, you silly little girl, and stop talking back to me.” Min So-Yun fumed. She reckoned that she could easily beat up her boss if she wanted to – though her ideal revenge would simply be to make her piss that fancy pencil skirt of hers to see how it felt. But she didn’t want to get fired, so she had to just accept it. But that meant accepting the pain of her bladder for another hour and a half. And that pain was becoming truly unbearable. She could feel tears coming to her eyes, but managed to hold them back. Hopefully she could stay strong. Hopefully. By midday, Min So-Yun was in absolute agony. She felt impressed that she had managed to endure as long as she had, but she felt far more apprehensive about the coming hour, which would surely be more painful than the previous 3 put together. She was ¾ of the way there. She could hold it. She could. She had to draw on all the strength she had, but she could wait. Just 60 more minutes. Just 59 more minutes. Just 58 more minutes… Mun Ha-Yun came past again. “Still managing to hold it, I see,” she said. She crossed her legs in a way that strongly suggested she needed to go, but nowhere near as badly as Min So-Yun did. “Yes,” said Min So-Yun. “I can hold it.” “Good,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “We wouldn’t want incontinent little girls working here. Hopefully you’ll learn to complain a little less about it.” After her boss walked off again, Min So-Yun looked over to her prospective lover again. He looked a little concerned; he had presumably noticed that she was in significant discomfort. She gave him a cute look, then winced in pain as the urge grew stronger still. She looked at the clock. 50 minutes left. 50 minutes of pain. But she could endure it. After all, the alternative, giving in, was simply unthinkable. She’d probably be fired on the spot, not to mention losing her chance of sex with the hottest man she’d ever seen in her life. She had to wait. 45 minutes remaining. She clutched her bladder with one hand. She had to undo her belt a notch to reduce the pressure on it, and it was bulging firm through her skirt. There must be litres of wee in there. There would be a massive puddle if she didn’t make it...she couldn’t think such defeatist thoughts. She had held it so far, she could hold it some more. With half an hour remaining, the pain had somehow got even worse. She could hardly think of her work anymore, or anything other than weeing. How could she possibly wait any longer? She clenched her muscles again, but they were tiring out. She was a strong, athletic young lady who loved running, but even she had her limits. A weaker woman would have lost it hours ago. But she was still just about managing to hold it. Somehow. 20 minutes remaining. Words failed to describe the pain she was in. She wasn’t sure how she hadn’t leaked yet. It was so tempting to just let a little out, but she knew she’d lose it all if she did. She had to wait...and wait...and wait… 10 minutes remaining. She was almost there. Just 10 more minutes, and she could use the toilet. She clenched her legs together tighter still. How was she actually going to get out of her chair without weeing? This might prove a serious problem. But first she just had to wait a little longer. Just a little. The bell rang for breaktime. She had held it for 4 hours, and she could finally use the toilet. Sighing in relief at last, she clutched her bladder and slowly raised herself from her seat. As a wet warmth blemished her white knickers, she realised with horror that she had relaxed a little too much. Squealing in distress, she barely managed to regain control. It was only a little leak. She looked down at her legs. It was fine. No one knew. She carefully took one slow step after another towards the toilet. She absolutely couldn’t let go too early. But it was so tempting...a little more urine spurted into her knickers. She had to keep the rest in, or she’d be humiliated. She had to… The handsome gentleman came up beside her. “Hey,” he said, in a deep, smooth voice. “I’m Ban Si-Wu. I noticed you were taking some interest in me earlier. Are you OK?” “I’m Min So-Yun. And no, I’m bursting to wee,” she said, squirming to prove her point. “Can we talk after I’ve gone?” “Sure,” he said. Looking down his body, she noticed that he had a bulge in his trousers. He really did like her. All the more reason that she absolutely had to get to the toilet in time. She was almost there. So close… “Sorry, young lady, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait,” said Mun Ha-Yun, striding past her into the ladies’ toilet. “But...you can’t!” said Min So-Yun, finally giving in to tears. “I have to go! Now!” She banged on the door. “Please let me go first...please...” As she sobbed, she felt herself finally give in. She had reached the limits of her endurance, and she was simply unable to resist any longer. Over a litre of urine cascaded down her trembling legs in torrents. The shameful relief of the accident was far outweighed by the dismay at the humiliating situation. Her tears ran down her face and dripped into the pool. “Hey,” said Ban Si-Wu, putting his hand on her shoulder. “It’s OK. I saw how hard you struggled to hold it. If she hadn’t pushed in front of you like that, you’d have been fine.” “I guess I’ve ruined my chance of a date with you tonight...” she said, snivelling. “No? Why would you?” he said. “Honestly, if I must admit it, you looked really cute when you were potty dancing earlier.” Min So-Jun stopped crying. “Are you one of those guys who’s into women weeing themselves?” she whispered, rather inappropriately. “Because I’ve heard of that before.” “Well...actually...yes,” said Ban Si-Wu. “I know, it’s really fucked up.” “Not really,” said Min So-Jun. “The way that cunt shoved in front of me was far more fucked up...” Ban Si-Wu chuckled. “Yeah, she’s quite a tyrant. Not the worst I’ve seen, but...” “You’ve seen worse?” said Min So-Jun, pitying him. Presumably he meant his experience of conscription. Before he could answer, Mun Ha-Yun emerged from the toilet. “Ha,” she said with sneering contempt. “So little missy couldn’t hold it after all. Go and get the mop from the cupboard and clean up your embarrassing little mess. You’ll be paying to replace the carpet.” “Paying?” said Min So-Jun. “But it was an accident! I couldn’t hold it any longer!” “They all say that,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “They just lack adequate bladder control. Now stop whining and clean it up.” “Can I go home and change my skirt afterwards?” said Min So-Jun, knowing it was in vain. “No,” said Mun Ha-Yun. “You’ll be wearing your wet skirt for the rest of the day. Deal with it.” Min So-Jun noticed one of her female colleagues was squirming with her hand over her skirt. “After you,” she said. “It’s too late for me.” “Thanks so much,” said her colleague, and dashed in for some urgent relief. *****
  3. 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?
  4. 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.
  5. 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...
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
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  11. 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?
  12. 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.
  13. 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.”
  14. 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!
  15. 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!
  16. *~* "There are a few different ways the game can end," I tell him, my voice almost indifferent, disguising very well my burning eagerness. His eyes are such a lovely, hard black, striking with an unforgiving power. He's trying to overwhelm me with his dominance - and ordinarily, it would work. Ordinarily, I would be captivated, I would duck my head submissively, not even aware I was doing it - the natural response of a slave to such a dominant Master. But this is not an ordinary occasion. *~* Nothing much is happening - for he is asleep. Deep, even breathing causes a chest hard with muscle to rise and fall, and his sharp, predatory gaze hides behind pale lids that are faintly, very faintly, violet on the rims. Dark hair, almost black, falls in waves around his face, stopping just above his shoulders. He is a classic beauty, the very image of dominance. And he is naked, his flaccid maleness laying dormant on a downy bed of spiraling curls. I wonder if the classically cut chair of dark wood will hold him, this lean, powerful Master. It doesn't look very strong, gleaming dully in the dim light of the close, stone-walled room, no larger than a walk-in closet. I think maybe it will hold him, if he progresses far enough before he begins to struggle. Maybe even if he doesn't. The larks-head knot loops a richly cream-colored rope a dozen or so times around his upper arms, elbows, and wrists, his upper chest, his abdomen, and in a more complex knot, binds his pelvis to the bend of the chair. That last is quite loose, though. His feet are tied a little differently. You see, I wanted his legs to be quite moveable, but his feet must not reach the ground. Therefore, his lower half is only bound around the ankles, which are tied in such a way as to form shackles around them, rather than having them lashed crudely together. This is connected with a triple loop about four inches long to the bar underneath the seat, keeping his legs bent almost double at all times, but allowing quite a bit of movement. I love movement. But wait - he's awake. His breathing isn't quite as smooth and automatic, but his eyes are still closed. He shifts slightly in his seat, and I can see muscles ripple very slightly across his stomach. Can it be that he already has a need? Surely not - that would be too perfect. Life doesn't hand me gifts like that, does it? "Hello, Jake." I don't want to say his eyes fly open - it's a quick movement, but it's deliberate, controlled, just like every movement he makes. Nevertheless, his laser focus settles on me, and I'm almost shaken from my topspace by the blaze in them. He's no fool - he was aware of his situation, the whole situation, heartbeats after waking. "You're the new girl." His voice is low, almost a purr, but it's feral. Unfriendly. "Not quite new. That implies that I'm staying here - in truth, I only came back after the first munch to get you alone. It was an opportunity I couldn't miss." "What, to tie me up?" That wild, controlled voice is derisive now. "And what was your opportunity?" "Your drink," I tell him with a lazy smile. "I sat next to you at the table during dinner, if you recall. You'd been drinking quite a bit of alcohol, and so when you went to the bathroom, I spiked your drink with a sleeping pill - ambien. Nobody was surprised when you went out like a light. Passed out, they thought, from drink. Never occurred to them it would be something more. You've only been out for about two hours - I'm shocked by that, I'll tell you." "You intend to kill me, then, to keep your secret?" There's no trace of worry in his voice, nor fear. His power over self is what attracted me to him - even now, the sound of his voice, the dormant violence sends a slow burn through my groin at the thought that this man, this Man, is under my control, even in only this little way. "Kill you? No - I told you, I'm going home after this. Nobody here knows my name or phone number, and I took the bus to get to munches. You'll never find me. Why should I care if you know my secret?" At this, a little impatiences shadows his eyes, just a hint, visible in the tiny tightening in the corners. "Then what is your intention, girl?" I smile. "You're going to wet all over yourself for me - and for the internet. They'll love you." Now I get a reaction. His hands in their restraints ball into fists, and fury flashes in those dark eyes. His muscles flex, now, testing the restraints, but he needn't have bothered. I'm a nurse, I can surely restrain someone without fearing escape. Then, like all those who have real strength, rather than the affected sort, he realizes that this is something he has no real control over, and makes his mind not to even try to avoid it. He'll get free all the sooner that way, right? Wrong. I have to say something quickly, to head it off. There has to be a way in his mind that he can get out of this unscathed, unshamed. There's really no way, of course. But I'll make him think there is. "You see, we're going to play a game." "There are a few different ways the game can end," I tell him, no emotion in my eyes, but a deep, eager burning in my groin and a jumpy excitement in my belly let me know the lie. "You know the first, of course - You wet yourself. But of course, there will be a penalty for that. I'll leave you here until someone finds you. I've set a message to send from a false email address to the leader of your munch, in 48 hours, telling him where to find you, and that you may need medical assistance. But that would be very unpleasant for you. Not the least because a video of the first 36 hours of that will be sold all over the internet." "And the other ways?" He's not happy now, not in the least. I allow myself a small smile. This would be so much easier with a submissive, but my god, is there anything more primally arousing than a powerful man losing control? "Another is for you to last four hours without losing significant bladder volume. If you succeed in this, I'll let you use a portable urinal, then give you your clothes back and release you. The video will be destroyed." "How can I know you'll keep your word on that last," he demanded. "You can't," I say simply. What choice does he really have, though? "The last way is for you win our game, instead of it just timing out. I'll warn you that it's quite difficult to win, but still easier than holding four hours under my terms." "The game is this - I have a gallon of water here." I indicate behind me many bottles of water, stacked neatly. "You'll drink four bottles that start the game. We'll wait a half-hour, then. After that time is up, the game really starts. I'll roll a D100 - that;s a 100 sided dice, sort of - and if you get a multiple of 20, you're free to go. You win. Anything else, and you get another bottle of water. You can roll once for every bottle of water after the first four, and you're permitted to either do them right on top of eachother, or you can wait." They're not full-sized bottles, they're the half-sized that they give out at some events. So four bottles is about enough to fill your stomach without too much effort - he can probably take six at once without vomiting it back up, maybe even eight. But it only takes one stomach-full to make you fill up pretty quickly - the rest of the water is psychological, really. By the time the first load makes it through, there won't be room for any more. I can see he's decided to play along with my game. It's not defeat, not yet - he's still condescending to behave. He assumes he can get loose if he tries hard enough. He'll be defeated, though, in time. "Roll, then," he tells me tersely, a growl of anger in his voice. I scoop a bottle of water up in pale hands first, unscrewing it and holding it to his lips. "Drink, first." He does. The first one, then the second, then the third, he has no trouble downing. By the time he reaches the fourth, though, his stomach is visibly distended. He shifts in his seat with discomfort. I smile, watching the muscles ripple across his abdomen as his bladder begins to contract slightly, protesting the addition. Still, it's obviously no trouble to contain it. Probably he's not worried yet, not seriously. "All of it." He tilts his head back, accepting the fourth bottle, grimacing slightly as his stomach protests the excess fluid. He's not worried, but he's forgotten something. There's a hormone in the brain called ADH - antidiuretic hormone. It causes you to retain water, and it's suppressed with alcohol - in other words, alcohol is a diuretic. He probably has to go quite badly already, and doesn't realize the danger. Half an hour passes uneventfully. I roll the dice - one d-10 labeled with tens digits, and one labeled with single digits. They come up "10" and "1". 11. Not good enough. I smile sweetly and point to the dice on the ground. He can read them easily from their meager three feet from his feet. "You can drink your water now, or save it, and your next roll, for later. Just let me know when you're ready for it." He decides to wait, and communicates this by turning his head to the side dismissively. It's clear his stomach is just too full for another bottle right now. Besides, the less he drinks, the better his odds are of reaching the 4 hour mark. But he's headed for trouble now, and he can see it. Lean, powerful thighs move reflexively every couple of minutes, and I can see his abdomen contract to counter bladder contractions, every so often. He's passed the point of passive signals - now he's receiving an urge. It should have come before now - he "broke the seal" at the party a couple hours ago. I'm not sure why it didn't. Distress crosses his supremely masculine features. He is worried now. He's no longer sure he can last the next three and a half hours, but if he plays the game, he knows he won't. He has to choose. He does. "Water," he says, a touch of hoarseness in his tone. The slow burn becomes a flash fire, a bolt of lightning that shoots from my clitoris up and throughout my body. I can feel a very slight moistness between shaved lips. I hold the fifth bottle to his lips. He drinks it silently, and does not speak when I roll, or when it comes up as 54. "Tell me when," I say lightly, smiling. This is a fantasy come true for me, something I never expected to get to see. I'm delighted. Well, actually, that, my dear, is what you call an understatement. Him, not so much. Muscles are clenching low in his belly, all visible on a body with very little fat. I can actually see the strain, and it's the most beautiful artwork I've ever seen. Another wave hits, and he clenches his fists. The hiss of air between his teeth echoes in the small stone room. "How would it be," he seethed, "If I shouted myself hoarse and called attention to your little game?" I laugh. "Sweetie, you're in a dungeon, these walls are stone lined with cork. By all means, scream yourself hoarse. Nobody will hear you." "Water," he says sullenly. His control is starting to crack. He's bouncing his legs continuously now, and every couple of minutes makes a tiny groaning noise in the back of his throat. But when I hold the water bottle to his lips, he drains it. His eyes are rapt as they watch the dice fall, even though his torso is twisting and his legs and moving constantly. As the dice clatter to the hard tile floor, I see something so exciting, I forget to gloat. His manhood is no longer lying passively on that bed of dark fleece. In time with a new contraction, induced by the 98 laying on the floor, it flails once, wildly, and he seems to clench every muscle in his body. Harsh breathing echoes around the room, mine from arousal, his from his rising desperation. He moans, and with that sound, his self-control is shattered, gone. Hissing gasps are now accompanied by a light sheen of sweat. It's clear he's in real pain. His penis flicks again, its contents fighting to get out. Another low moan, and a whispered, "Please, no - " and I can see a point of light there, glistening at the end of his manhood, growing slowly larger. "No!" his voice cracks. The droplet wells forth, and slides down the head of his member to hang from the ring, followed by a tiny trickle of liquid. "Ahhhh-" he growls, and with a supreme effort, stops the trickle altogether. But this has cost him. The wave passes, but leaves him shaking, his face darkened and sweating. "W-ater," he hisses, pain screaming in his tone. His eyes are wild, desperate. I know this is the very last thing he wants, but he knows there's no other way to get out. As I tip the water bottle back, having pressed it to his lips, I look down, and my eyes snag on the hard mound above his pubis, an obvious protrusion. He's fighting so hard, and there's so little chance that it'll come to anything but his face all over the internet. The water goes down his thoat as quickly as he can make it - he actually sucks the bottle, trying to get it down faster, then flings the bottle aside and shakes, quivers with effort, and he waits for me to roll the dice. Something garbled comes out of his mouth, and I have no clue what it is he's trying to say, but I get the gist. Dice fall. 23. His eyes almost fill with tears at the sight of that number. "Water!" he cries, "Give me another one!" It's clear the whole world has sped up to a thousand times normal speed for him. He can't sit still, his thinking is fractured with panic, pain, and desperation. Reality has become very twisted in his mind. This next bottle goes down even faster than the first - so fast that I worry he'll be sick. But he keeps it down, and I eye him evilly, holding the dice in my hand. Dark, pleading eyes watch raptly my dice hand, but his own hands are straining at their bonds, trying with every bit of effort he can muster to reach his manhood and somehow hold back the coming flood. "It's coming it'scomingit'scoming'scomingohfu-uck," he says in an undertone. He rocks in time with his rapidly beating heart, his face contorts with effort and pain, and his manhood twitches again once - twice - three times. And this time it's not a trickle, but a bursting full-on squirt. I don't know how he manages to stop it, but after a couple of seconds, he does. Muscles twist and flex, and his breath comes in gasps. "Throw it!" he shouts. He thrusts his hips in the air, in some random, desperate movement. Then he gasps again, and I can't take my eyes off of him to drop the dice. I'm literally immobilized with heat and shocking pleasure, and I add a gasp on my own, the sounds echoing in our ears in the chamber. He writhes, shaking, weeping now, his body soaked in sweat. Mesmerized, I move a couple of steps forward, and press a hot, sweaty hand to his grossly distended bladder. "No!" It's a quiet, restrained sort of scream. He lurches forward, curls in on himself, rocking madly and every muscle quivers. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck -" He can't stop it, though. Suddenly, it's everywhere, hot, liquid gold comes more in a blast than a flow, and he's not trying to stop it anymore - his whole body has gone limp. His tired muscles could not longer hold out, and he rides the pleasure and relief of all that finally hissing out of him. He's covered in the stuff, and there's a puddle beneath the chair, but he's still wetting, he can't help himself. Finally, finally it's over. He leans over as far as his restraints will allow, panting, head ducked, with his hair falling over his face. "Good - " he gulps in air. "Good girl. You did well." I beam. "Thank you, Master!"
  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. 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
  19. 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
  20. 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
  21. 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.
  22. 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!
  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 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.
  25. 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!