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  1. Tatiana- The bladder examination part2 We were having lunch in the sauna, my salad is really tasty,Tatiana said. My bouncer was also very tasty, I said. I want to show you something Tatiana and took the book with the drawings of the project from my bag. Tatiana, who was not wearing anything, asked for an explanation of what she saw. I'll tell you Tatiana, I said. I made drawings of the “Swimming Paradise” on the computer with a special program. Everything in the style of Monica's restaurant. They were nice animations that have the right dimensions. Oh, nice Tatiana said, I also see a jumping tower. Yes, I said, I want as many water sports as possible in the Swimming Paradise. What kind of a big aquarium is that Rob. That's a pool for mermaids to perform in. The intention is to make a terrace around it so that guests can watch a mermaid show. Synchronized swimming competitions can also be held. The public can then not only see what happens above water, but also underwater. You don't see that very often, Tatiana said. And what kind of building is this? In this building it is possible to learn cave and wreck diving. There will be instructors. A big advantage is that you can learn to dive wreck and cave without the dangers you encounter in the open water. You've thought it all out nicely, Rob. But that project costs a lot of money. Yes that's true, I said. That is why I also have to look for local investors. I think about 10 million euros is needed to complete the project, I replied. Meanwhile, Tatiana was shuffling her naked body in her chair. I spoke further, I might be able to look for national or European investors for the aquarium where the synchronized swimming competitions are also held. But I still have to find most of the money locally and regionally. But I don't speak or read Croatian. When I receive an email, I have google translate translate it. Superficially I know what it says, but when the project gets more serious, I want to know exactly what it says. I need an interpreter for that, but for the negotiations I also need someone I trust. Most of it will be in English, right? That's true, but there are plenty of local parties that speak poor English. The local language is also often spoken in the workplace. So basically I'm looking for someone I trust, who speaks Croatian, is financially savvy and feels involved in the project. It's going to be a long search, Tatiana said, rubbing her hand over her bladder. Rob I really need to pee now. I see that but knowing you you can hold it in for a while. Would you like something to drink? It's nice of you to ask, I'd like a tea. I called the waitress and asked for a tea and a coffee. I continued with my story. Actually, I was thinking of you Tatiana, our outlook on life fits well together and we get along well. Yes, Tatiana said, I think we should actually get married. Yes yes, and then have sex with the neighbor, I joked. Well I'd like to have sex with your neighbor too, said Tatiana, who had been teased by her full bladder. But it seems to me to be a very nice challenge to do something with the Croatian language. In fact, it is much more than that. But what am I going to do with my barber shop and then do I have to move. I do have a lot of questions to think about. But I'm excited about the idea. You still have a few months to think about it. I may call on you a few times, I said. That's no problem Rob, you know that. Shall we go for another round in the sauna or do you want to go home already? I doubt myself because my bladder is so full, Tatiana replied. Still, I'd like it if you hold up your morning pee for me, I said cautiously. No, no and no more, she answered definitively. My bladder fills up so quickly in the morning that it's really torture for me, you saw that last time. By the way, next week you can go to the hospital again, then you can experience once again how unfriendly it makes me. It really hurts Rob and I am ashamed to have an accident as a 30 year old woman. I went into it carefully. I understand that you feel uncomfortable with a full bladder among all kinds of strange people. Then you lie there with your femininity open on a bed and a stranger rubs your bladder. You're afraid your sphincter muscles will give out and you piss under anything a stranger is around. Yes said, Tatiana I'm glad you understand. I don't care at that point if the doctor is a man or a woman, it's a strange person looking inside my pussy and torturing my bladder. No Rob, just thinking about it makes me nervous for next week. But I'm not a strange person to you anyway. Tell me, for I have not yet seen or touched your body. I think we've done everything together except for the fucking. That we don't fuck is because you're a lesbian and I'm straight. The fact that we haven't done it yet shows that we have a lot of trust and respect for each other. I could have done anything with you long ago. You put your life in my hands a few times during our underwater parties. You really want it, don't you, Rob, you make such a big plea. Speaking of big, I see "little Rob" growing too. Bitch, I said smiling and yes I definitely want to because I like to see you really uncomfortable for once. If you fill your bladder after you pee in the morning, you will enjoy it yourself. To a certain extent it is Rob, but afterwards I also feel uncomfortable but in a different way than when I am not allowed to pee in the morning. But you don't mind if I'm in a lot of pain, she said. Yes, that's difficult, I replied. I find it exciting when you feel uncomfortable when you need to pee but I can't help your pain. Yes yes, you know how to tell it all well Rob. Okay I want to do it for you once, you should know that I do it one hundred percent for you because I don't enjoy it at all myself. Pff, women I thought, what can they whine. I let her talk and listen no further. Rob can I have a drink and then we can go home. I feel my bladder huge in my stomach because it is really full. Good idea, I said and put the photo book back in my bag. Shall we go to the relaxation room, I asked. We lay next to each other on the recliner and the background music made us a little sleepy. I saw Tatiana's breasts rise and fall calmly and my gaze drifted down. She had a big bump just below her belly button. Her bladder is quite full, I thought. What a beautiful body she has and I would love to fuck her once. You can fantasize, but now I'd like to go home Rob, Tatiana said. It seemed like she could read my mind. We walked to the showers and rinsed off. The clattering water did its job as Tatiana was fighting to pinch herself. I really need to pee Rob. We got dressed and walked to the car. The road was very bumpy and Tatiana had pain after pain in her bladder. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. When we got home she quickly undressed. I could see from her face that she was having a hard time but she was enjoying it. We walked to the bedroom and I threw her on the bed. I started fingering and kissing her and within minutes Tatiana tensed all her muscles and had her first orgasm. I went ahead and started squeezing her breasts firmly as well. She didn't like this but she let me go and I came too. What a pity I can't fuck you, I said. You have enough friends who like to do it with you. That is true but what is not allowed is what I prefer. She started kissing me deeply again. We lay panting next to each other. We got up and after washing myself I went home. It was around 8:00 AM when Tatiana woke up. She felt her bladder fill up quickly from the water she had drunk the previous day. She always drinks a lot of water to keep her body clean. Her body was her most important possession and she takes care of it. She sports a lot and always takes good care of herself. Today is the day her bladder and pussy are checked. She does it voluntarily because she wants to know if her bladder is still healthy. It costs a lot of money, but she is happy to pay for it. She doesn't like that she has to skip her morning pee. She felt her bladder fill up. In half an hour Rob will come and then he will go to the hospital. She had to hurry and quickly got into the shower and washed. When she rubbed the washcloth over her bladder she had to stop quickly because she almost pressed her pee out. She quickly put her legs together and squeezed hard. Her bladder settled down but Tatiana had been warned. After drying herself, she put on her underwear. The panties and bra were the same color and made of quality fabric. She stood in front of the mirror and tucked her breasts into her bra. That looks fine she thought to herself, too bad my bladder is so swollen because otherwise I would see my muscular belly better. She put on her leggings and her white T-shirt. The leggings accentuated her ass and legs but were not too tight on her full bladder. She really hated skipping her morning pee. Because her bladder filled so quickly, she couldn't get used to the enormous pressure that was created. She would like to go to the toilet now, but she still had to wait. It started to hurt and Tatiana knew what to expect. Her full bladder that is normally her friend is now her enemy. Ding dong, rang the doorbell and Tatiana hurried to the door. We have to go Rob because I really need to pee. Good morning too, I replied and gave her a kiss. We got in the car and drove off. It was busy because everyone went to work. Rob can't drive you through because I have to empty my bladder. You know what it is with you Tatiana, you're all raising yourself to get your way. There is no woman who can tolerate a full bladder so badly. A woman can hardly bear it because she has to do something against her will. Oh, so I'm sitting here trying to fix it, she said briskly. Actually yes, I replied, it's in the woman's genes. Always wanting to get their way and when that doesn't work they get frustrated. You're crazy Rob, if you had as much in your bladder as I do now you'd be crying in pain. I won't deny that, but the fact remains that you are more frustrated with having to do something against your will than with the pain. Look how little girls do that with their daddy. They want to have something and start playing their father with their eyes. If that doesn't work, the world is too small. If it does work, then the father will have a problem for the rest of his life. Rob, you talk bullshit you know that? Do you really think I was playing my father with my eyes to get my way? I took the exit and pulled into the driveway of the hospital. We're here, I said. Will I get an answer now, she asked irritated. I looked at her, she was sitting tight in the chair with her legs tight together. Both her hands pressed hard against her pee hole to keep everything in. Her nipples were poking through her T-shirt and I could see her grim face as she was fighting hard not to lose her morning pee. I decided to add some more fuel to the fire. I don't think so, Tatiana, I'm sure. Every woman has done that as a little girl and often they got their way. That's not bad or good it's just nature. You really are an asshole Rob, I sit here with all my strength squeezing my bladder and in pain like a carpenter hitting his thumb. And you casually say that I'm posing because I used to give my father a nice look. GGrr, what a huge asshole you are sometimes. She was angry, very angry I had rarely seen her so angry. Inwardly I was laughing and could hardly hide it, but I felt sorry for her. It was inevitable that she felt her bladder strongly and that she felt very unhappy. The thought that a strange person will soon look into her femininity and at the same time torture her bladder made her very insecure. We entered the waiting room where several women were sitting with their legs firmly crossed, waiting for their examination. For me this is Valhalla, I said to Tatiana. She looked at me savagely how angry she was. But most of all she was frustrated with the pain in her bladder because she is so full. And then someone else is going to press it, too, while I'm laying on that bed with my legs apart. If that goes wrong, there's a jet coming out of my pussy that the fire brigade is jealous of. She had to laugh a little through her anger. Her name was called and she bent over into the locker room. Oh, she's mad at Rob. But she could forgive him because he is a man and they are sometimes so rude. There was also a little voice in her head that said, is he perhaps a little right? She pushed that little voice away and looked at her bladder. It stuck out huge and her pussy ached from squeezing. The doctor knocked on the door as a sign that she could proceed further. It was a woman, she introduced herself and the doctor asked Tatiana if her bladder is full. Tatiana was shocked by what she felt, she was extremely sexually attracted to this woman. Yes, doctor my bladder is completely full and would like to be emptied. She felt a flush of color in her face. Then I'll hurry, said the doctor kindly. Just lie on the bed and put your legs in the purses. Tatiana lay down on the bed and put her legs in the stirrups as the doctor had asked. She felt uneasy and calm at the same time as the doctor looked into her pussy. The doctor gently rubbed her pee hole and reflexively Tatiana squeezed her sphincters even harder than she already did. The doctor saw Tatiana's swollen clitoris but said nothing about it. Tatiana knew her clitoris was swollen and it made her feel shy. Sit down on the chair and you can pee on my signal, the doctor said. Tatiana sat down and at the doctor's signal she immediately started to urinate. The flow meter was almost at maximum and 1725cc came out of her bladder. Do you often have that much pee in your bladder Tatiana, the doctor asked. Tatiana colored, she couldn't say that normally a full bladder makes her horny. Ehh only in the morning when I wake up, my bladder fills very quickly from the much water I drank the day before. But there was 1725 cc in your bladder, the doctor said. This does not happen automatically and requires training. I am a hairdresser, Tatiana said, and I work alone in the shop and sometimes I have to wait longer so as not to leave the customers alone in the shop. The doctor gave Tatiana a piece of paper to dry off her pussy and asked her to sit back on the bed. She went over Tatiana's bladder again with the device, who didn't mind a lot this time. The doctor took another look inside Tatiana's pussy and touched Tatiana's swollen clitoris with her finger. She reacted immediately and her nipples became rock hard. The doctor also noticed that Tatiana's strong abdominal muscles tightened. She rubbed Tatiana's swollen clitoris one more time. And Tatiana started to turn her buttocks. The doctor stopped and made Tatiana stand up. Everything is working fine, the doctor said with a laugh, examining the printout the scanner had made. You didn't leave a drop in your bladder and the flow meter was almost at maximum when you urinated. The capacity of your bladder is 1725cc and your sexual points are responding well. You are a healthy strong woman who takes good care of her body Tatiana, the doctor said. But be careful not to overfill your bladder too often because that is unhealthy. Relieved, Tatiana walked to the locker room and got dressed. And has everything gone well, I asked her when she came walking towards me, I am as healthy as a fish, she said relieved. That's good to hear, I said. I'm really busy with the new project today so if you don't mind I'll take you right home and drive on. That's good, Tatiana said, because I have to work in the shop again this afternoon. I drove to her house after she got out, I drove on. It was a beautiful experience but I had never seen Tatiana so angry. Smiling I looked in the rear view mirror, life is beautiful but you have to make something of it, I thought and drove on to my house.
  2. With Tatiana in Croatia Chapter 4 Tatiana teaches Monica a lesson. I was looking at my drawing when Tatiana came to sit next to me. Will that be the new clubhouse Rob. Yes this is a sketch as I want it to be for now but it will no doubt change with time. I see you also signed a restaurant, will it be Monica's? I see you like her. Yes, I think she is indeed a sweet girl, but too ambitious, Tatiana replied. One day she will get into trouble because of this. I haven't noticed that yet, but there's a chance she's getting overconfident. Still, I want to give her a chance. I've thought it over and I want Monica to own that restaurant. Today I tell her, she expects her brother to finish the renovation tomorrow and they want to know if there is anything that needs to be done. We arrived at the building and we immediately saw how beautiful the parking lot and the garden has become. Beautiful, this has become so neat, the men's toilets outside were neatly set up. We walked in and I was pleasantly surprised, unbelievable what a precision this is decorated. What a beautiful decoration. Monica came running, she walked as if her bladder was full. What do you think of Rob, she asked me. I am amazed at how neat it has become, really beautiful and how hard work has been done. I watched her grow, she was as proud as a peacock. I still need some money Rob, she spoke businesslike. I have received a discount on many items, but I am still short of 5000 euros. I'll make sure it's in the account tomorrow Monica, do you have some time for me. Tatiana, who knew what I was going to tell, asked if Janko, Monica's brother, would join us. What's going on Monica asked me? Did I do something wrong, she asked nervously. Monica I said, I'm very proud of what I see here. You had to put in more than 100% effort to achieve this. Janko, thank you and your men for all your efforts and I hereby invite you to the party. The men thought it was fantastic and became happier. I've decided that a restaurant is really in order here. And with Monica as owner and hostess, it can only be a success. Happy as a child she flew around my neck. Thank you Rob, oh I'm so happy. Let's have a drink and then we'll walk around the building to see what's left to do. After a few drinks, Monica and I walked around the building. I indicated some small changes and we walked in to the ladies toilets. It was nicely decorated and I saw that there are 3 toilets available. I saw Monica crossing her legs again and rubbing her bladder. I could feel her stance giving me a hard cock and she knew it. The toilets don't work, because I think you need to pee. The toilets are working fine Rob. But there are few toilets here and I don't think it's appropriate to use them as a hostess. That's why I train my bladder and empty my bladder just before the party starts, she came close to me and I felt her full bladder. She was clearly excited to win me over to her. Well then you have to increase your small bladder and your willpower, Monica!! It was Tatiana who had gone into space without our hearing. Excuse me, said Monica, I bet my bladder and willpower are greater than yours. That was exactly what Tatiana wanted to hear and said, what do you want to bet on Monica? Monica felt worked up, the loser will have sex with a full bladder with Rob. No, Tatiana said, I'm a lesbian so I don't fuck with men. But I do want to blow him and he can lick my pussy when my bladder is full. Fine Monica said, we're having a pee holding game and Rob can make up the games. I stood by and was 95% convinced that Monica was overestimating herself or underestimating Tatiana. In any case, she was impulsive and very emotional and that is dangerous in the business world. Tatiana's feeling was right again. Okay girls, I'll come up with some games for you to play while you fill your bladder. What time do we start? Can we meet at my house at 3 p.m., then I'll be ready for the game, Monica asked. Fine then Tatiana and I will be at your house at 3 pm. It was 3 pm and we rang the doorbell of Monica. She opened it and I saw that she had already set several glasses of water on the table. Shall we start right away she asked, what have you come up with for us Rob. In front of me were 2 beautiful girls who wanted to fill their bladder for me. I will have sex with the loser. How beautiful life is, I thought. I see you have already put glasses of water on the table. I suggest you start drinking 3 glasses as soon as possible. They each took 3 glasses of water and set them down in front of them. The game is on, start drinking, I said. Monica was the first to empty the 3 glasses and said to Tatiana, actually this is not a game for little girls. Tatiana barely responded and asked what we were going to do next. I took 2 small chains from my bag and put them tightly around the waist of the girls. So now you can't pull your pants down to pee. I gave each of them a half liter bottle of water and told them we were going to take the bus through Split. We walked to the bus stop and the girls started drinking. The bus arrived and we got in. We drove for about half an hour when Monica asked for a new bottle of water. I gave it to her and she drank it in one go. I gave each a new bottle. We get off at the next bus stop and then you can shop at my expense, I said. They drank quietly as we walked through the shopping street. Tatiana walked into a souvenir shop and bought a pair of beautiful earrings. The weather was beautiful and there were many people on the street. It's not nice to pee your pants now, I told the girls. That won't happen to me, Monica said. Do you have another bottle of water for me, Monica asked with a defiant look at Tatiana. I gave her a new bottle and noticed that Monica was constantly challenging Tatiana. Tatiana felt it, but she didn't feel like reacting to it. She assumed her own strength. When we came to a jeweler, Monica saw a beautiful necklace. I would like to have it around my neck on Saturday, is that allowed Rob or is that too expensive. No, I said, you can buy it, but then you have to drink a few sips of water. She picked up the bottle of water and began to drink from it. When Monica had finished drinking, she asked Tatiana if she could keep it up. Yes, it will work, Tatiana replied calmly. We are now about 2 hours on the road and I suggest we head home. By now Monica felt her bladder filling. Not bad yet, but it could go quickly now because she had already drunk a lot. Rob I'm having a great time can't we stay a little longer, Monica asked. I have another fun game to play at home. It would be a shame if we can't play that anymore because you've already had a lot to drink. I don't feel anything yet, Monica lied to impress me. We were waiting for the bus for 20 minutes and now it was Tatiana who asked for a bottle of water. She offered Monica one too, but she said she wasn't thirsty. As a hostess, you can't refuse drinks from guests Monica, Tatiana said. That was a smart comment I thought but said nothing. You're right Monica thought, her bladder was starting to get very full. Give me a bottle of water too, Rob. To compensate for the matter, Monica emptied the bottle in one go. You're going to lose this Monica because Tatiana is in control, I thought to myself. The bus stopped and we got off. We walked into the living room and I asked the girls to put on their bikinis. I untied the chains and the girls undressed to put on their bikinis. Two fantastically beautiful female bodies stood in front of me and I had a direct view of their bladders. Monica's bladder was already nicely set up, but Tatiana's was not yet. It couldn't be otherwise, because we've only been on it for three hours and Tatiana can hold her pee for 6 hours until her bladder seems to burst and even then she could hold it for another hour. Monica saw it too and became quieter. I have the wheel of “The full bladder” here, I said. Each field has an assignment. It must turn at least 2 times and you must complete the assignment that the arrow ends on. Anyone who does not spin the wheel twice or does not carry out the assignment correctly must drink a glass of water as a punishment. Who wants to start, I asked. I'll start, Tatiana said and turned the wheel firmly. 12 sit-ups. She lay down on the floor and carried out the assignment with ease. Now it was Monica's turn and she gave the wheel a tug. She also had to perform 12 sit ups. She lay down on the floor and started. Tightening her abs put a lot of pressure on her highly visible full bladder. On the 10th time she felt a rush in her bladder but she continued. Do you have to pee Monica, Tatiana asked. Ehh yes, my bladder is really starting to fill up and her face was turning. Do you have to pee too, yes I have to pee too, Tatiana said calmly. Tatiana turned the wheel firmly. Drink a glass of water was her order. Tatiana picked up a glass and emptied it. Now it was Monica's turn, she turned the wheel and she was allowed to do 12 push ups. She couldn't get more than 8 times and then her arm muscles gave up. She knew she had to drink a glass now and she did. Her bladder started to fill up and she squeezed her pussy. I saw the bulge below her navel and knew she had to exert a lot of force to hold it up. Now it was Tatiana's turn, listen to running water for 12 seconds. She went to the kitchen and turned on the tap. She crossed her legs in a reflex. Yet you also have to pee Tatiana, Monica said. I told you so, I also feel my bladder but I have it under control, Tatiana replied calmly. Monica was getting more and more difficult, she thought that Tatiana is mentally strong. She jerked the wheel. Rob may rub your bladder for 12 seconds. Oh no, Monica thought, but kept her body under control. She lay down on the couch and I saw that her bladder was quite full. I started rubbing gently and felt her hard bladder. 12 seconds passed and Monica got up with difficulty. Now it was Tatiana's turn, sit in a split and pee a little in a cup. She looked at me but said nothing. She grabbed 2 chairs, took a cup and sat down on the chairs with great agility in splits. She put her bikini aside and peed a little in the cup. Monica stared in admiration at the flexible Tatiana. You are very nimble Tatiana, said appreciatively. Thank you Tatiana said, finally Monica is starting to speak with respect, she thought. Now it was Monica's turn, stand wide-legged and stretch completely and hold your breath for 2 minutes. 2 minutes is a long time Rob, Monica said and started taking a few deep breaths. She spread her legs and had to work her pelvic muscles with all her might. She stretched and held her breath. After about 90 seconds, her chest began to swell and color her face. Oh, I need to pee I can hardly hold it anymore. The pressure in her lungs grew and she gripped her pussy with her hands. She saw another 10 seconds on the clock. Her eyes were wide open and her body contracted. Air air, I must breathe, Monica thought. Finally the 2 minutes were up. You did a good job, I said. Monica was still panting from this enormous effort. have to be an honest loser and let Rob fuck me or do I have another round? Monica thought, but Tatiana is so strong I'll never win. She now saw how stupid she had been, but she wanted that restaurant so badly and tried to win Rob over. Rob had trusted her and she wanted more. That's why she seduced Rob with her full bladder. She was very ashamed, Tatiana had shown her that she was not doing well with her behavior. She had also underestimated Tatiana and that was not smart. She looked at Tatiana sweetly and respectfully but said nothing. That wasn't necessary because Tatiana had already figured it out for a long time. I saw the whole scene play out and thought, it's exactly her father. Calm and strong even when under pressure. Tatiana turned the wheel, do 12 sit ups. We were now 5 hours later and Tatiana's bladder was also quite full. She had it under control but the ball took off over her bikini bottom as she lay down on the floor. 1,2,3 ouch 4,5,6 ouch 11,12. To tease her a little, I gently rub my foot over her bladder. Motherfucker, she said with a smile. I think your bladder is very full, Monica said. Yes, it is quite full and I really need to go to the toilet. But I can keep this up for a while. I'm sure of that, Monica said, turning the wheel. Slowly pour a glass of water and drink it empty. Tatiana will you pour it for me because I need two hands to squeeze my pussy. Tatiana slowly filled the glass as she looked at Monica. She handed the glass and Monica drank it quietly. I can't anymore, I'm sorry Monica said. My bladder is bursting. Rob will you come with me and you can fuck me but please be careful with my bladder. I didn't let myself be told that a second time. I knew I didn't have much time and immediately put my cock in her pussy. He grew a lot and I felt how much Monica was squeezing. I was standing behind her and she was on her knees and hands on the bed. I pressed her bladder a little and felt her squeeze harder. Ehh, don't push my bladder so hard Rob, it's not easy to squeeze my bladder with your cock in my pussy. Who said you have to have it easy Monica, I said and kept pressing. She wobbled her hips a lot and “little Rob” enjoyed it. Stop pressing Rob, it hurts. I left her bladder alone and squeezed her breasts hard. Aww ow, Rob please stop squeezing my boobs. I got a little angry about her many complains and put my hand over her mouth and pinched her nose. So now you are quiet, I said, and continued. I felt her chest swell but she didn't dare to resist. I kept on fucking and squeezing her tits. Her movements became weaker due to lack of oxygen. I came and took my hand away so she could breathe. I almost choked, she tried to say. She was panting enormously. I wanted to continue but Monica jerked free. Sorry Rob another time I can't hold it anymore. She jumped up and saw Tatiana standing there, congratulations girl but now I really have to go pee. Tatiana stood in the doorway with one hand in her pussy and in her other hand a glass of water. Her bladder was also full and she was very horny. In the background we heard Monica emptying her bladder and when she was done she came back. Tatiana put down her glass and came over to me. She sat down with her pussy near my face and put my cock in her mouth. Within a short time she came but continued to suck. I bit her ass for fun and came right in her mouth. She came up and looked at me. Her whole mouth and face were covered. Monica and I laughed so hard that everything hurt. Not bad for a lesbian, I said. You go take a shower, Monica said and I'll make coffee. Ten minutes later we drank our coffee. What a strong woman you are Tatiana, you showed me things I didn't know I had. How do you do that? I live my emotions and my feelings, but if necessary, I mirror them to my mind. That way I am who I want to be and that gives me peace of mind. You are a beautiful ambitious woman with a lot of emotions Monica You will go far if you stay honest and don't act too ambitious. Thank you Tatiana, said Monica, I've learned my lesson. Can you train me again this week to hold up my pee for the party? That won't work, Tatiana said, but I can help you as a waitress and hostess. Then you are not the only woman who is not allowed to go to the toilet and her bladder is very full. That will help me a lot, just because the party is for your parents, thank you Tatiana, Monica said. n the way I asked Tatiana, do you think Monica is dishonest? Rob, I've asked you not to confuse Monica with your decision about her restaurant. But when I heard in the toilet room how she was turning on you with her full bladder, I didn't think that was fair. If a woman heats the sausage, she must eat it, otherwise accidents will happen. The man always gets the blame and I won't let that happen to you, I like you too much for that. And so Tatiana had taught Monica a lesson in her own way. From me she can do that more often with this commitment.
  3. With Tatiana in Croatia Chapter 3 The Clubhouse. I was preparing breakfast for us when I heard the noise coming from the cabin. It was Tatiana who woke up after 14 hours of sleep. Good morning beautiful I said, slept well. I was really tired of all that goodies yesterday but you squeeze my tits and finger me like I have no feeling. But your tongue does its job well that is certainly worth repeating. That was nice Rob. What do you want to do today Rob, Tatiana asked me. I asked Monica if she and her brother would like to be at the community center around 10 am. I want to discuss with him what needs to be done to get it in order for your father's party. How many people do you think will come Rob. I assume a man or 60, I said, but maybe there will be more. It's time, I said. We return the boat and go to Monica and her brother. Full throttle we sailed to the harbor and returned the boat. When we arrived at the association building we had to wait for Monica and her brother. Tatiana I would like you to join the conversations as an interpreter because not everyone speaks enough English. Do you want to do that, I asked. Yes of course she answered. Fine, here come Monica and her brother. Both got out of the car and Monica introduced her brother Janko to us. Monica, who looked good, had prepared herself well. She picked up the drawings and began to explain that the sewer is only suitable for a maximum of 4 toilets. There are now 10. The sewer must be excavated and renewed. For the party I think we should keep a maximum of 3 toilets open inside for the ladies and the children. And outside we temporarily place 3 toilets for the men. Is 6 toilets for 60 men not too little, Tatiana asked. I don't think so replied Monica. It is a fairly private party where not too much alcohol will be served. In addition, I am afraid that the sewerage will become clogged again if we start using more toilets. Outside we can only place a maximum of 3 toilets otherwise we do not have enough parking spaces for the cars. You have thought that through well Monica and what are your further plans. Well I suggest we have a drink at the table there first. I brought some crates of water here yesterday. We sat down at the table and Monica poured. She set down 2 large water pitchers and continued her story. The garden will also have to be tackled and the toilet rooms too. In the kitchen, the electricity and water are out of order. As she spoke, Tatiana and Monica drank a lot of water. After about 2 hours a car arrived. Monica had provided sandwiches and some salads. You are a great hostess, I complimented her. I turned to Janko, at the end of next week I want to throw the party, do you think you have enough time to carry out the work? Yes that should work Rob, if we come to an agreement on the price then I can start tomorrow morning. We will have to work through the weekend and I expect to finish the last jobs on Thursday. Both women drank heavily and I saw that Tatiana's abdomen was already beginning to swell. I knew she could hold this for hours and continue drinking without peeing. Monica was now rocking hard in her chair. What price do you think, Janko, I asked him. Janko repeated the work and asked if that is it. Can you also arrange the outside toilets, I asked. That's no problem and he immediately called to ask what that would cost. All in all I arrive at this amount and he showed me his letter with activities and prices. I was struck by how meticulously he had drafted this, it must be a family thing. I agree, I said and finished my glass. I filled the glass for everyone and turned back to Monica. Monica, would you like to invite the guests on the list I emailed you. Tell them that Tatiana's parents are throwing a party next week to mark Ivan's retirement. If they want to bring extra people that's fine but don't insist. It's okay Rob, Monica replied who couldn't sit still anymore. Monica got up and asked Tatiana to help her serve the sandwiches. The girls went to the kitchen to get crockery and cutlery. You could clearly see Monica was having a hard time while Tatiana still looked comfortable. I have to pee like a racehorse, Monica told Tatiana. Yes, that comes from drinking all that water, Tatiana said, but it won't take that long, Monica. You have to hold on for a while. I know, it's part of my job as a waitress. They brought the sandwiches and filled the glasses. We had only just started eating when a luxury car pulled up onto the property. I looked at Monica and Janko and they didn't know who it was either. The man got out and my mouth dropped open in surprise. It was Zoran Lisette's connection that had helped Tatiana's parents so well. He entered the room and introduced himself neatly to everyone. He shook my hand and gave me a wink. Good I thought, the secret is kept. I understand that the building has changed hands," he said. Is the new owner here? That's me, I said. Good, because I come on behalf of the municipality to speak about something. Can we go separately? That's good, I replied and we walked out. Thanks for not saying anything, I said. That was our agreement after all and he started his conversation. The alderman told me you're throwing a party in Ivan's honor. That's right, I said. He continued, Ivan has saved many lives of people here from the city. We would like to award Ivan a medal of heroism during the celebration. Of course we as a municipality will be happy to inform you whether the costs of the party will be fully covered. What do you think of Rob? I think it's a fantastic idea Zoran. That man deserves that medal. I'm glad to hear that, Zoran said. Shall we share the expenses, he asked. No, that's not necessary Zoran. But I have a lot of ideas to make this building profitable. If I want to implement those ideas, I may need permits. The municipality has agreed to speed up the procedures and I could really use your support in this. You can count on me Rob, he said succinctly. He walked to his car and I went back inside. Monica walked up to me and asked if she could talk to me separately. I thought for a moment, well I guess I'll be needed here for a while and then I can take you home and we can talk in the car. That's good she replied. When she walked back to the table I saw her difficult walk. That beautiful woman has a very full bladder. I sat down at the table again and told Tatiana that I will take Monica home. I understand that she said with a smile. She is a beautiful woman and her bladder has been very full for an hour. How is your bladder I asked. It is also very full but I still have some time. I hope you don't run out of energy after you bring Monica home. Because I'm really horny from all this excitement today. I won't let you down with your hormones, I promised her. Monica also stood by and asked me if it would take long. Are you in a hurry, I asked. Ehh no said Monica and I saw in her eyes that she was lying. I think we leave in 20 minutes. I want to talk to your brother for a second. Have another drink and I'll be right there for you. Tatiana looked at me with glittering eyes, she knew what I was doing. Poor Monica she doesn't have a bladder as big as I have. After I had made clear agreements with Janko, I walked to Monica. I'm ready, are you coming? She got up and walked with me slightly bent to the car. I started the 8 cylinder and drove towards the center. I saw that she was squeezing terribly. What did you want to talk to me about Monica? I've always wanted to have my own restaurant, but I don't have the money for it, she began. And now you want to ask me if you can rent a restaurant in my building, is that right? Yes Rob, I'm sure I can. I am also convinced of that Monica, but I am not yet sure what I want to do with the location. I want to fully focus on the party and make decisions afterwards. But I take your idea very seriously, is that enough for you at the moment. She was rocking hard in her chair and all she could focus on was her overfilled bladder. Rob, you seem like an honest guy who does what he says so I'm happy with your answer. God, what do I need to pee, she said suddenly. Exciting, I said playfully. Yes, many men find it horny when a woman has to pee, she said. They like it when a woman is in pain. That's not quite true Monica from me a woman doesn't have to be in pain. I find it horny when they feel uncomfortable or are afraid that they will pee her pants. Well then you better get excited because I feel very uncomfortable and almost pee in my pants. Here you have to feel my belly. She took my hand and put it on her stomach, her bladder was rock hard. I would rather feel something else, I said. Maybe another time Rob, but I think that's too early for now. I would like to take care of the entire party out of friendship, is that okay Rob? I gladly answered, I will give you money for the purchase. I grabbed my wallet and handed her a card and the PIN. Here is 25K euros if it is too little tell me so I can top it up. She looked at me with wide eyes and I understood very well why. I only work with people I trust Monica. I think it's wonderful when people want to develop. So do your best and do what you are good at and you will get the most out of your life. I will not disappoint you Rob. Don't disappoint yourself Monica and if you need me you have my number. She gave me a quick kiss because she had to pee a lot. I drove back to the building where Tatiana was waiting with her legs crossed. Rob my bladder almost bursts, after you drove away with Monica I drank 3 more glasses of water, it really doesn't fit. I laughed, you can set the clock with you. If you haven't been to the toilet for six hours, you really need to pee. Let's leave quickly, Rob, because I want to have some time left when we get home. How was the conversation with Monica? Monica would like to open a restaurant at the location. I explained to her that I don't know yet but take her wish very seriously. You shouldn't play with her Rob, that girl wants to make something of her life and she makes an effort for that. I don't play with her Tatiana. It's about how she feels Rob. She is a beautiful woman and she really knows that. She's smart and she knows you want to fuck her. You must have told her that you find a full bladder exciting. That's all true, I said. But I have no intention of playing with her feelings. I know Rob, but does she know too? It is a woman and they are different from men. You are the hunter and she is the game. So who do you think is more cautious and suspicious? I've never looked at it that way, but I don't know what to do about it. Just be yourself Rob but don't lead her on. The importance to her is very great and you are her opportunity. Do you understand what I mean? 100% I said, thanks for your advice. We walked into the shed and Tatiana went to the bathroom. When she came back she was naked and immediately took me to bed. I want you to lick my pussy Rob I just washed her. Can you still squeeze your bladder long enough because I'm not a urine drinker and don't want you to pee in my face. That won't happen Rob, but you have to hurry. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs flexibly. It didn't seem to bother her, but at least it was a split. I saw her move her sphincters as a sign that she needed to pee a lot. I started licking like a cat drinking milk and turning her hips and going up and down. She came for the first time and I continued. It lasted less than 5 minutes and her 2nd orgasm came. She lay there panting twice within 15 minutes. Now it was my turn and lay down next to her. No Rob she said we do it differently. She lay down on my chest with her pussy and put my cock in her mouth. I was amazed and started licking her. I touched her clitoris hard but she couldn't scream with my cock in her mouth. And for the 3rd time she had an orgasm. I pushed her up slightly and put my finger in her hole and then I came myself. Hmpff humpff, came out of her mouth. She lay down next to me and smiled at me. I like this way of taking revenge, I said. I need to catch my breath because your cock got all the way down my throat and I couldn't breathe. I understand that and looked at her full bladder. I urgently need to empty it. I'd like you to hold it up a little longer, I said. You're crazy Rob I can't do that. Well where we are going to take a shower so that we are fresh and have a drink in the garden. Then you go pee and we see how much you had in your bladder. I can try Rob but my bladder is protesting enormously. I saw the huge bump that was already sticking out above her navel. We walked to the bathroom and got in the shower. The flowing water did not miss its effect. She stood like a statue next to me using all her strength to hold back her pee. Ooh ooh, my bladder is about to burst, she moaned. I know you want to train my bladder Rob but how much is the maximum, Tatiana asked. I want to see you pee 1500 cc once, I replied. Not anymore because then your bladder will become limp after a period. Recently it was 1325 cc so still a little bit.And when my bladder has reached that what will be the next target, she moaned. I don't know yet Tatiana but that will take a while. It should not go too fast because then there is a chance that you will damage your bladder. 25cc per month is more than enough. She walked over to the measuring cup and started to pee heart into it and when she was finally done there was 1375 cc in the measuring cup. I'm glad it's out Rob my bladder looked like a soccer ball. Yes it is very nice that you pee so much in your bladder but it goes too fast. I get so horny with a full bladder so I have the time. Then I hope I can be your trainer Tatiana for so long.
  4. With Tatiana in Croatia Chapter 2 Monica I woke up to hear the water lapping against the boat. I had a great night's sleep on this boat. I felt I had a very stiff cock. Usually that's the case when I really need to pee in the morning, but that wasn't the case yet. I felt something fidgeting on my cock. It was Tatiana's hand playing with my cock. I said nothing and enjoyed it. She had taken the initiative herself so I can enjoy it. She started jerking me off and she was clearly not used to that. She almost pulled little Rob off but I said nothing and let her go. That will come with time and before I knew it I came. My goodness you're not doing that badly at all, Tatiana. I think you'll come just thinking about me, she said. So I don't have to do that much. Today we're going to see your waitress and I didn't think it's fair that you go there with a hot head. She was teasing me and I said she's right. We'll have to go into town to buy me new clothes Rob. I started the engine and headed for the harbor. Do you feel like having some underwater sex today Tatiana? Did you like it that much, she asked. Yes indeed and I have gained a little more confidence now, I said, and you? Well I absolutely loved it except for that pain in my breasts and pussy, you are really rude about it Rob. Yes, I've always been a bit heavy-handed during sex. I noticed that, it seemed like you thought I was a cow. Well a nice cow then, I laughed. We go to the shops to buy me some clothes. Then we go to Monica and have a good time, said Tatiana. Prepare your little Rob and make sure you don't eat too much. She took a half-liter bottle of water from her bag and drank it all in one sitting. It will take a little longer before I cum again Tatiana, after all you already helped me this morning. I'll come up with something on that, it can't be difficult, she grinne. What do you want to buy for clothes? A nice top with a short skirt underneath, she said. Do you like that? You can handle anything without it boring me. Her eyes started to glow again. We walked to the clothing store and Tatiana tried on several skirts and tops. Her toned belly looked super sexy. She is in an absolute super shape. She bought a pair of shoes with half high heels. This afternoon we will get a new bathing suit, but then 1 without straps. We walked to the waitress's house and rang the bell. We sat on the couch and she spoke English luckily. My name is Monica and I'm glad you recognized me, she started the conversation. I moved to Sweden after the accident and have always wanted to personally thank my rescuer. Unfortunately I never found it. This is Tatiana the daughter of your savior and I am Rob a good friend of Tatiana. Nice to meet you, Monica said. It was really a coincidence that I recognized you, I said. Tatiana's father showed me your photo hanging among the rescued victims. Oh how special, Monica said. What kind of man is your father, she asked Tatiana. It's my hero she replied. He is warm and has a lot of respect for people. Everyone I speak to feels safe with him. He is now 63 and retired. She looked straight at me and it made me nervous again. Monica came in with the tea. It was lukewarm tea which is better against thirst in this heat. I have a proposition, I said to Monica. Tell me, Monica said. Tatiana's father has not been retired that long. You're the only drowning man he rescued he hasn't met yet. The others live in the area and he has visited or invited them all. Now I think it would be fun to organize a party where all rescued victims with supporters and children will be present. I'm sure he'll like that what do you think, I asked Monica. A great idea, she said immediately, but when you know more, tell me. It will be between now and a week before we go home. Suddenly Tatiana started to cry, where do you get those spontaneous ideas from, she asked, sobbing lightly. Calm down I said and took her in my arms. I understood very well that she was moved. She has been so afraid of losing her father through all the misery. She stopped as quickly as it started. Would you like to wash your face, Monica asked. Yes please replied Tatiana. I walk with you to the bathroom to get a clean washcloth and a towel. She gave it to Tatiana and came back into the room. She really loves her father, she said. Yes, but he is also a very special man and Tatiana is very much like her father. They really are soul mates. By saying this a lot suddenly became clear to me. Tatiana feels her father so strongly that it seems as if it is happening to her herself. She really feels her father's emotions. It's great that you want to join the party Monica. I'll see if I can find a suitable location. There's an association building just outside town, maybe we can use that. There is only one small problem. Because it is so little used it is not very well maintained and the toilets are broken. Then the municipality should have it repaired, I replied. The municipality has no money for that because they prefer to sell or demolish the building. I think that's a shame, said Monica, because if I had the money I would have bought it sooner to start my own restaurant. It is a beautiful location and I will have a lot of customers but the municipality does not want to rent it out to me. That's going to take too long, I said. Tatiana's parents will return from Zagareb next week. Maybe you can use the building, Monica said. I know the alderman in charge personally and can ask him. Can you call him, I asked. I can do that, but I just need to find his number. She came back with the number and the phone. You can ask how much euros the municipality wants for the building. I will, but it won't be cheap. She called the councilor and spoke in Croatian. I didn't understand it, but I did hear that she threw all her feminine charm into the fray. Tatiana, who had meanwhile also come out of the bathroom, understood, of course. What is being said, I asked. Monica is negotiating hard. She is friends with the alderman and she knows that he is sensitive to her. That's how it should be, I said. Tatiana looked at me suspiciously but said nothing. Laughing, Monica hung up. The alderman wants to meet us today Rob. Are you interested in that? I looked at Tatiana and she returned a doubtful look. She looked quickly at her bladder and I understood her immediately. Her bladder was full, very full. She really needed to pee after all that drinking and stopping. It's okay Monica, the three of us are going there. We will have to go with 2 cars because I have a two-seater. That's all right, let's go right now. Do I drive past the location before we drive to the alderman, Monica asked. Good idea, I said and we walked out. She has tea that will make me pee, Tatiana said. I don't know if I can hold it that long and still have sex underwater. I looked at her seriously, listen to me Tatiana, I'm organizing something that I didn't know beforehand but that I can enjoy a lot with. You and your parents too, so don't tell me now that you're going to disappoint me. She was really shocked by my attitude, she was not used to me. But I already need to pee Rob, I haven't been to the toilet in a long time and I've been drinking a lot. Then squeeze a little harder, I said. She grumbled a bit but for me that was the end of the discussion. I started the engine and followed Monica. Tatiana sat in the passenger seat like an offended child. She has such a lovely body, I'm very lucky that I can play with that sometimes. When we arrived at the location I was relieved. The overdue maintenance was not too bad and could largely be solved by a contractor in a week. I walked past the building and saw that the paintwork was still in order. The garden had to be tackled. What's wrong with the toilets, I asked Monica. They are clogged, the sewer is too small for the large number of toilets. And they need a thorough cleaning just like the whole building. Yes indeed, I said and the garden can also be tackled. Are there good and reliable contractors here Monica. My brother is a contractor and he will be happy to help you. Great, that's solved, I grabbed Tatiana who was still offended by the arm and put her in the car. I didn't give her a look or a word. I think we can go to the alderman. Monica got into her car and we drove to the center. Sorry Rob, Tatiana said a little shyly. It's okay, I told her we won't talk about it anymore. I understood very well that she had to fight hard not to have an accident. What do you think of the location, Tatiana. It's a nice location, but the council has neglected the building from the start, she replied. I see many opportunities to explore it so I'm looking forward to the conversation, I told her. Do you want to buy it, Tatiana asked. Maybe if the price is right. It should not cost more than €300,000 because there is still a lot to be done. We arrived at the town hall. Listen Tatiana, she looked at me surprised. I think Monica has a lot more to her as a waitress. I want her to negotiate, but you have to listen carefully and tell me if things go wrong. That's good Rob but my pelvic muscles are working hard so it's hard for me to concentrate. Excited, I stepped into the room and gave Monica instructions. Monica started the negotiation and asked for the price. 250,000 euros, said the alderman. Monica asked me for instruction. Listen, I said quickly to Monica. I want all drawings and permits that I have to apply for to be processed within 14 days. I understand what you want and will do my best, She started to negotiate and I asked Tatiana how it went. She's doing decent and being too hard, she'd better use her charm. You notice that she is pushing the bottom of her connection and with that the limits of her connection. She is too fanatical Rob you have to point that out to her later because she has it in her. The deal was closed and the alderman gave Monica all the papers for the building and I signed the contract of sale. I asked if we can get the key right away because we want to use the building for a party. Smart of you, I said. Monica was very proud of herself and gave me the papers. Rob she said, thank you for this opportunity. You did fine, I said. Now I'm going to the beach with Tatiana. Have fun, she called and walked to her car. Tatiana and I also walked to the car and I noticed that she was leaning forward. She got in and immediately squeezed her pussy hard. She looked at me, I don't want to make you angry Rob but I can't hold it much longer. I haven't been peeing in a long time and I've been drinking a lot. I saw it in your belly that has a bulge above your navel. Give me some time to come up with a solution. Yes, but hurry up a bit. I train my pelvic muscles every day and while we are on vacation my bladder is trained every day by you but now it is getting too bad. I could tell by her face that she meant it. Listen I said, how much pee did you have in your bladder the last time. I thought 1300cc Rob. All right, we'll drive to the beach and buy you a 100cc cup of coke. You drink it and we walk to the boat. There you urinate 3 times the cup full, then you still have about 1 liter in your bladder. That should work, right? Do you know what you're saying Rob, you act like 1 liter of pee in my bladder is little. If I take my hand away now, I'm afraid my pelvic muscles will give up. Then you'll have to squeeze them harder for 15 minutes, I said laughing. Does it hurt and pressed on her bladder. Sadist, she said. No it doesn't hurt should it? I find it exciting when you feel uncomfortable and are afraid of having an accident. I don't like it when you're in pain. You have to say that when you're squeezing my tits underwater, she said adrem. Touche, I said and parked the car behind the boulevard close to the kiosk. I ordered a coke and paid. Before giving this one to Tatiana, I drank a few sips myself. I handed her the cup and said we weren't going to buy a bathing suit because she couldn't fit now anyway. Thank you Rob, I'm squeezing so hard I'm getting cramps in my pelvic muscles. I hope I don't have an accident in this crowd of people. She drained the cup and we walked to the boat. I saw that she was having a lot of trouble holding in her pee. We quickly got to the boat and sailed out of the harbor. I stopped the engine. Now you can undress completely, I said. She took off her top and skirt and thong and stood naked in front of me. Her pussy was shaved and just above that I saw her full bladder. I've never seen him so full, a bulge above her navel. I stroked it gently and she let me go for a while. Rob, I really have to let go now because she is fuller than ever. I handed her the cup and she lifted one leg and leaned it against the dashboard. She just did a vertical split with a full bladder. She put the cup under her pussy and quickly peed it full. She was able to aim perfectly in the cup this way, but she had a lot of trouble stopping in this position. Quickly she put the cup under her pussy for a second time and also the third time. And relieve it a little I asked, a little bit she said. Pee 1 more cup full then there is less than a liter in your bladder and you can also enjoy what comes. That's great, she said sarcastically, and pissed the cup with force. We had arrived at our location. I'm going for a swim, Tatianan said, and dived into the water naked. I saw her swim under the boat and she came up on the other side. Then she dived again and again she swam under the boat. Give me the oxygen bottle and I'll take it to the bottom. I gave her the bottle and she went into hiding and after a few minutes she came up and climbed into the boat. I now have to pee a lot more than yesterday when I started. And I also notice that my body is a bit tired. I got totally excited by these words and she saw it right away in me. I see you are excited Rob and that will get me in trouble more often than yesterday. I don't mind but know that I am totally dependent on you. She quickly took off my swimming trunks, so I'm naked, you naked too, she said. Also take care of yourself because you are really not used to this yet. She was right but my hormones were screaming through my body. I handcuffed her and started kissing her hard. She had not expected this and tried to break free. When she did, she was a little confused and forgot to take a deep breath. I grabbed her again and pushed her quickly but gently into the water. I saw her sink to the bottom and paused. After about 1 minute I also jumped into the water and dove to the bottom. She must be quite shocked, I thought. Without giving her the mouthpiece, I started taking her labia with both hands and gently pulling them apart. I looked straight into her vagina and saw that she was using a lot of force to hold up her pee. I started licking her pussy and risked her getting angry. She enjoyed feeling her hip movements. In the meantime, more than 4 minutes had passed and she calmly let some air out of her mouth. I handed her the mouthpiece and she breathed slowly. She winked and I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth. I squatted over her, which put a lot of pressure on her bladder. Her eyes widened and she let out some air. I looked at the diving bell and 2 minutes had passed. Some air escaped from her mouth, but luckily she winked. I gently rubbed her full bladder and looked at her. 2.5 minutes had passed and she was enjoying herself. I lay down next to her again and started biting her nipples again with my other hand I started fingering her. Voluptuous, she began tossing her hips in the sand. I got up and looked at the clock. 3 minutes and she had her eyes closed. She was cumming. All her muscles tensed and her first orgasm came almost immediately followed by a second orgasm. I already had the mouthpiece ready in my hand. She blew out quite a lot of air but I put the mouthpiece directly in her mouth. Panting, she took a breath. She was clearly having a harder time than yesterday. I let her breathe slowly and thought. Should I stop or continue. She knew this was going to be difficult because she had less energy than yesterday. Her body hadn't fully recovered yet, and she knew it. Still, she wanted to please me. If I stopped now it would make her feel bad so I decided to continue. I looked at her and she winked with a smile, I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth and took a few big gulps. I knew I had to hurry because her powers began to diminish quickly. I turned her naked body on top of me and I felt her overfilled bladder pressing on me. He almost has to clap, that's no other way, I thought. So full, so hard it made my cock stiff and pressed against her pussy. Her breasts stuck into my chest. I kept kissing her and I had no idea how long we lay like this because I was out of my mind with horniness. She lay there with her arms behind her back on top of me and couldn't do anything about this situation. Rob I want oxygen just look at me man, Tatiana thought. My bladder is super full and you're just driving against it. Also I feel your dick against my pussy. I'm a lesbian but it doesn't feel wrong, my lungs are burning because they are also getting full of CO2. Suddenly a stream of piss escaped from her bladder. I looked at her and she smiled winking but I knew she was having a hard time. Only 3 minutes had passed when air escaped from her mouth. She was having a hard time and I gave her the mouthpiece. She inhaled deeply and I felt her breasts rise and fall. The poor girl must be exhausted, I thought. She gave me a wink and I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth. I was now behind her and had no more eye contact. I hoped I knew when her body had been pushed to its limits. I slid my body until she could grab my cock. She started playing with it and I started twirling her nipples then I lowered my arm and lifted her leg and put my finger in her hole. Pff Rob this is not a position to pull your cock, Tatiana thought. My arms are cramping and I really need to pee I feel every movement you make with your finger against my bladder. It would also help if you handle my pussy a little less hard and why do I have to hold my leg up like a ballerina, Tatiana thought. Under normal circumstances I'm nimble and strong enough to keep this up for a while but now I'm getting cramps. Cramps in my hands and cramps in my legs are signs of oxygen deprivation and muscle fatigue, Tatiana reasoned. Please give me the mouthpiece Rob. I felt her chest swell more and more so her lungs started to fill with co2. I couldn't look into her eyes, you must be a big girl for a while, I thought and started squeezing her breasts again.
  5. With Tatiana in Croatia part 1 Chapter 6 Breathtaking This is the sequel to a night out with Tatiana. I want to try to post part 2 next weekend. Tatiana was happy and surprised, she had been called by her parents that their debt to the tax authorities had been paid. The overpaid money will be refunded with interest and a public apology. Tatiana wasn't sure who helped her parents so much, but she had a hunch. The only ones who knew about it in the Netherlands were her aunt and uncle and of course Rob. Rob was a very good friend of hers and she felt a lot for him. Tatiana is a lesbian and Rob is the only man who has been inside her. Not with his cock she didn't want that but with his finger. She likes it when he wants to kiss her. He loves me Tatiana knew and it turns him on when I fill my bladder. I also get horny from a full bladder so we have a good common ground. Tatiana felt very happy but moved that her father, whom she loves so much, could finally retire. She had a special bond with him because she could feel him all over the world. Sometimes its joy, sometimes its sadness and sometimes its fear. She also has a good relationship with her mother, but not as strong as with her father. She was happy that her mother could now free herself from her guilt complex and can enjoy her husband and everyone she loves. Tatiana had filled her bladder before Rob before, but on one occasion she noticed that he still has a fetish. She had immediately told him what struck her about him as she held her breath to put on some tight jeans. Rob confessed that he gets aroused when a woman holds her breath. Tatiana could hold her breath for about 4 minutes and she would spoil Rob in Croatia. Rob has ensured that I can go to Croatia because without him I could never have closed the shop. But he had made it clear that I had to find a better replacement, a replacement I can count on. Rob gives me a lot of peace and gives me the feeling that I can now and then let go of my responsibility. He always makes me feel like he's there for me but doesn't let me fool me. He can even be really hard on me when I'm mentally collapsing, but I need that. Around noon, Tatiana and I boarded the plane. It was a quiet and prosperous flight. I was happy that Lisette managed to rehabilitate her parents. Lisette is a friend of mine and we've had sex several times. She is mentally strong and very smart. She is a lawyer and has many highly placed Croatian connections. One of these connections led to the fraudulent bookkeeper of Tatiana's parents' restaurant confessing to the fraud. After that things went quickly, the accountant was held liable for the financial consequences and the suffering that Tatiana inflicted on her parents. With this connection from Lisette I sold a beautiful house on the water for no profit. The man has enough money but I thought it was important to show my gratitude to him. This was also nice for Lisette because she often uses this connection. That way I have a good connection. So a win-win situation. Lisette had put in a lot of effort for this and I was grateful to her for that. Lisette wanted to have sex with a full bladder as a reward for her effort. She knew that because I pushed her bladder to the limit. Fortunately, Lisette was able to keep my name out of the case because I didn't want Tatiana to feel guilty towards me for some reason. The friendship should remain as pure as possible, that's what I think is important. But I soon noticed that Tatiana has a suspicion but out of respect for my decision she doesn't ask any further. Still, not telling me every now and then makes me nervous. We land around the evening at the airport of Split. It was warm and we had a great flight. After we had taken our luggage from the belt, we walked outside where the car rental company was already waiting with the Corvette. Tatiana was very excited because she knew she was going to see her parents again. She had put on a sexy short skirt for me and I was having a hard time taking my eyes off her. We got into the car and I asked Tatiana to set the navigation to the correct language. She immediately entered her parents' address and we left. After about half an hour of driving, we arrived at the house. Her parents immediately came out to receive us kindly. Tatiana introduced me to her parents. Daddy this is Rob a good friend of mine, Rob this is my father Ivan and my mother Nadia. I shook hands with them and we went inside. Her mother was a beautiful woman and I saw the similarities with Tatiana. Her father was a tough guy and you could tell he worked hard in his life. Ivan had a warm voice and he radiated a lot of pride. I immediately understood why Tatiana loves her father so much. During dinner, her parents told how surprised they were about the recent developments. Tatiana translated everything directly for me, which gave me a huge sense of connection. After dinner Ivan asked me to come to the barn. This will be our stay for the next 2 weeks. It looked neat and everything was there. I looked around approvingly and was delighted to be able to stay here. Ivan, who speaks only a little bit of English, could tell by my body language that I was satisfied. With hands and feet and a little English he explained that he converted the barn himself and took me to the back of the barn. There Ivan had his own diving museum that he had filled with memories. You could taste the atmosphere of hard work, pride and respect, I was really impressed. Several photos of people he rescued hung on the wall. He showed me a photo of a girl, this is his director's daughter, he said. I smiled because I knew the story and now I had a picture of her. He put his arm on my shoulders and grabbed another photo. He told me, everyone I saved has been here in my musseum, but unfortunately I never saw this woman again. I am very sorry, he said. I took the photo and looked at it very deliberately. It was a pretty woman in her early 20s, how long has it been, I asked. Exactly 10 years next week, he said. We walked back to the house. Tatiana and her mother were talking. I could see that Nadia was emotional. Tatiana asked me how I found the barn, I replied romantically and I also think your father's diving museum is beautiful and atmospheric. Did my father show you his diving museum, she asked in astonishment. I don't understand your surprise, but he showed his museum, I replied. The next morning Tatiana's parents left for Zagareb. They are going to visit the highest official of the tax authorities. Her mother was quite tense, but her father looked calm. We wished them the best of luck and waved them off. I'm happy for them because they can finally put that misery behind them, Tatiana said. And she meant that from the bottom of her heart. She looked at me intently but said nothing. She knows I thought, but she likes to make me nervous. We took a seat at the breakfast table and enjoyed a cup of coffee and a boiled egg. It was a beautiful day and not a cloud in the sky. Rob, Tatiana said, I'd like to discuss something with you. I'm glad you want to be my friend and I feel like spoiling you today. I listened carefully. At home you told me that you like it when a woman holds her breath or to make love to her underwater, do you find that really exciting or was it a joke. That seems super horny to me but I've never had the chance to experience it. Women find it very scary to be so dependent. She will have to hold her breath for a long time while she lies handcuffed on the bottom and I can imagine that because I wouldn't do it myself. Oh, that woman will be handcuffed and will lie helpless on the seabed and have to hold her breath while you can breathe easy and torture her body. Preferably with a full bladder of course. Eh, yes, I replied, that is my fantasy and it will probably stay that way, I replied. Well, that's going to be quite an attack on my condition, but I'd like to talk about it for you. I do want to discuss a few things with you for safety's sake. I was surprised no one does that for another, I said. It's just a fantasy of mine. Let's stop talking about it. Suppose something happened, I would never forgive myself. Then we have to make sure nothing happens, Tatiana said. I think it's an exciting idea myself, she continued undisturbed. But I'd like to discuss a few things with you for security reasons. I would like the boat we will be renting to have a transmitter on board. If something goes wrong, we can call in the coastguard. Since most things can go wrong with me, there's a good chance you'll have to call the Coast Guard. I nodded and was a bit shocked too. Fortunately, the coastguard here is obliged to speak English so that is not a problem. You've thought it through carefully, I said. When you take risks you have to have a backup plan, my father taught me. My father also has a lot of faith in you Rob. There is no other way because otherwise he would never have shown you his diving museum. It's his safe space for when he's scared or sad and only my mom and I got to see it. That's why you were so surprised yesterday, I responded. Indeed Rob, I immediately felt that it was good between my father and you, said Tatiana. Have you ever dived with oxygen cylinders, she continued. Only once in the pool. Listen, she said. We will dive to a depth of about 3 meters, there will be oxygen in the bottle for about an hour. I can hold my breath for about 4 minutes but that will decrease over time of course. The more I hold my breath, the faster my body will ask for oxygen. Of course you go to my extreme, so when you put the mouthpiece in my mouth I'm out of breath. Then I must give you the mouthpiece in time and not go to extremes. You can't do that Rob and I don't want to either. You always go to the extreme with my bladder and you will do that underwater too. I am handcuffed with my hands behind my back on the bottom of the sea and I am totally dependent on you, four minutes pass quickly and I realize that well. That's not a bad thing, provided we make good agreements. Do you understand? All too good, I said. Okay, she continued, sex is a sport that takes a lot of energy and that demands a lot of oxygen. You just keep breathing, but your body will also demand more and more oxygen. I think after 20 minutes I can only hold my breath for two minutes and after half an hour for about 1 minute. But of course I don't know because I've never held my breath for so long in a row. Fortunately we are not too deep so we can take off quickly without danger if necessary. Keep in mind that you will have to take me upstairs because my hands are handcuffed. There is a gauge on the bottle that we should pay close attention to. In short, I suggest that we go up again after a maximum of half an hour underwater. You see you've gone too far and I'm blowing all my air out of my lungs, then you'll have to bring me up quickly and give me mouth to mouth respiration, can you? Yes I have done that before and I also know how to resuscitate. That gives me confidence, she said. Rob a few more things that I clearly want to agree with you, you can do everything with me underwater but you can't fuck me and I won't give you a blowjob. I don't mind your jerking off and if you finger me or French kiss me, I like that. I will also have my bladder as full as possible because I enjoy that too. If you want me to jerk you off, you'll have to untie my shackles. Is this understood, she asked kindly but clearly. Yes, but I can still lie behind you if I want you to jerk me off. That is indeed possible, but you will have to keep a close eye on me because eye contact is the only contact you can make underwater. She sounded clear, honest, and thoughtful. Are you really not afraid I asked. No, not at all, I trust you 100% that you will do what we just discussed. Let's go have fun. My bladder and my lungs are going to have a hard time today. Grab a cup of tea, she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she poured. How do I know you're at your limit, I asked. I will then blow all my air out of my lungs. Normally I let go little by little but when you hold your breath you don't let go because of a shortage of oxygen, you let go because of a surplus of co2. Your body does not like that and forces your respiratory center to breathe. If you give in to it, you will ingest water and become unconscious. I will have to fight to the end to hold my last breath. My whole body will then contract and my hips will be pushed up by the contraction of my legs. This will also happen to my chest. The contraction of my muscles will make my chest rise and the large volume of carbon dioxide will make it look enormously filled. My breasts will seem to invite you to squeeze and you will. Be careful if you do this too hard I will lose all control because of the pain and my breath will let go. Then you're the only one who can save me. The art of being underwater for a long time is therefore to reduce the consumption of oxygen. What we are going to do eats oxygen because you tense all your muscles with an orgasm. From there the time that I can hold my breath goes down so fast. It was completely clear to me and because Tatiana made it so clear explained, I wasn't scared either. She poured herself another cup of tea because it always took a long time to fill her bladder. After two more cups of tea, I asked how her bladder was. It's already starting to fill up, she said. It was 11 am, what time did you go to the toilet this morning. That would have been around 8:00 am. I immediately started drinking tea. Then we still have 3 hours before she blows up, I said and continued. I can only look at the clock underwater Tatiana, but I would like to make sure that you can hold your breath for at least 4 minutes. I want to see how your body reacts. That's good, she said and started to undress. I will lie naked on the couch and hold my breath to the limit so you can see what happens to my body. She lay down on the couch and took a few deep breaths before holding her breath. 1 minute passed and there was still nothing to see. After 3.5 minutes her chest started to shake and after 4 minutes her lower body came up and her chest seemed to explode. 4.30 minutes passed and she let go of her breath. She was panting on the couch and I looked at her in admiration. Wow I said you can I let go of my breath after 1.5 minutes. That's a long time, she said. Most untrained people don't make it to the minute. Can I try one more thing with you, I asked. Yes, tell me. Well, of course it could happen that I'm still kissing you while you're at the end of your breath. I want to know how your body and you react. Yeah yeah you just want a preview of horny guy. Indeed, I said. She lay back down and held her breath. 4 minutes later her chest rose. Another 30 seconds and her lungs will burst, I thought. 4:25 I put my hand on her mouth and pinched her nose. Her whole body was writhing and her eyes were wide open. She grabbed my arm and tried to tear it free but I was too strong. 4.30am her breasts seemed to be poking through the ceiling and I started squeezing them. Her legs and her pussy were pushed up. At 4.35 I let go. Panting and wheezing, she filled her lungs with air again. I almost felt sorry for her. Do you see now that you will go to my extreme in your horniness Rob, she responded. That's true, but you're also so beautiful. She laughed and got dressed again. When she was done with that, we walked to the car to leave. What do you really want me to wear underwater? Well, a nice stylish black bathing suit looks good on you. I saw those in the Beach Shop, but they aren't cheap, Tatiana said. That's not so bad I said, it's vacation and then I don't pay attention to money, but unfortunately I will have to destroy it. Uhh, that's a shame. Yes, but if you're handcuffed, I can't take it off without cutting it. You know I'm nimble, she said. I can pull my legs through my arms and you can take off my bathing suit. That's a good solution, I lied. We walked to the Beachshop and bought a beautiful tailored swimsuit. It was really top quality. Can't you keep that on and put your short jeans over it. Yes I can do that. It was a nice bathing suit, part of her bare upper stomach was above her short jeans. I would like to have something to eat and drink in the restaurant before we continue, I indicated. Don't eat too much, it will weigh you down when you hold your breath. In addition, it takes extra energy to burn it. You are a smart girl. The waitress came over and asked what we wanted to drink, I looked at her with open mouth, a bitter lemon for me and for you? Give me a cranberry juice. You really put your bladder on her number girl. Yes and she let me know that too. She starts to push very hard. My thoughts were still with the waitress. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties and Tatiana must have noticed that too. Hello here Tatiana for Earth, please report over, she spoke. I came out of my thoughts and mumbled something. Shall I go to the toilet, Tatiana asked. Why, I asked surprised. Well, your mind is so much on that waitress that I'm afraid you'll forget me. Jealous, I asked. No, she replied. If you forget me because of such a beautiful woman I feel flattered. Do you have a picture of your father with you? Yes of course I have one in my bag. I'd like to borrow it from you. Have a drink, I'd like to speak to the waitress separately. Okay and she went on to finish her glass. When I came back her glass was empty and asked, Rob should I really be worried. I can understand that because you can probably really fuck her. But we are on vacation together anyway, she sounded really let down. No Tatiana not at all, but when I was with your father in his museum yesterday he showed me the pictures of the people he saved. Your father proudly told me that these people have all been to his home except for 1 person. He searched for this person but did not find it and he regrets that. When I saw the waitress, I recognized her almost immediately. That was the reason I stared at her like that. She recognized your father in your photo as her savior. Tomorrow she is free and then we are invited to her home. Oh, how nice I am looking forward to that, she said. But now we really have to rent a boat because my bladder is getting fuller and fuller. We walked to the Beach Shop, and I saw Tatiana's bladder protruding. I couldn't resist pressing it, crossed her right away. I almost peed my pants Rob, tell me from now on if you're going to press it. I really don't say that, I said and gave her a kiss. We reached the Beachclub and were informed. In the meantime Tatiana was wobbling in her chair but she could take a beating, I knew from experience. The boat rental company put a pitcher of water on the table and poured it for both of us. Do you have a sail license, the man asked, I was surprised because he spoke Dutch. I took my license and he immediately saw that it was the highest category. Did you sail on the high seas, he asked me. Yes, my parents were skippers and so it was obvious that I had to get my sail license. You could see the man was reassured. He took the book and showed me the yachts that were still available. I also want four oxygen bottles with it. The man gathered everything together and took us to the boat. The oxygen bottles were loaded and I was asked to pay a deposit. I walked to the register and paid. Meanwhile Tatiana had finished her glass of water and could hardly sit still. We jumped on the boat and sailed out of the harbor. I put my hand on Tatiana's ass and rubbed it. How's your bladder. It's about to explode, but I've got it under control. I have now drunk 2.5 liters and I need to pee for about 5 hours ago. I also don't want to drink anymore because that fills my stomach too much and that's not nice if I have to hold my breath. Through the open part of her bathing suit just above her jeans I could see the bulge of her well-filled bladder, yes it certainly looks full Tatiana. She is, Rob but something different, I saw that you ordered four oxygen bottles but I will never make it. Breathing more than half an hour interval and being pushed to the limit is hard enough. Or do you want to drown me. No dude, I said laughing, but you never know. If we don't use them, I don't have to pay for them. She showed me the way to a beautiful underwater area. It was just below the coast and there were nice caves. According to her, the flora and fauna here was enchanting. Then you are perfectly at the right place there. She beamed and took off her short jeans. Drop the anchor here and I'll go for a swim. In swimming I asked surprised. Yes of course. If you immediately lower me handcuffed into the water, my body will startle. I also have to make sure that extra oxygen gets into my blood. She started by taking a very deep breath and then slowly letting go. Her black well-cut bathing suit showed off her perfect curves in an elegant way. After five times she dived into the water. It took a minute for her to surface and she immediately went into hiding again. After two minutes she came up. It all seemed to go so smoothly. Rob hand me the oxygen bottle and I'll put him downstairs. I handed her the bottle and she ducked down. Three minutes later she surfaced. She climbed into the boat and turned on the radio. So now all you have to do is call Mayday to reach the Coast Guard. We add both phones so that you have all communication directly at hand. She took out a piece of paper and wrote the coordinates on where we are. Take a look around you and become aware of what you see. I saw caves a piece of pasture and heard sheep in the background. Why is this, I asked. When you are in a panic, your senses work less. Did you hear something. Yes sheep I said. Well that's the most important thing. This is the only place along the local coast where there are sheep. Report that and the Coast Guard will be here in 5 minutes. What a knowledge that girl has. All learned from your father. This and much more she replied. When we dive down like this, you see a sand bed. It is about 3 meters deep there and there is also the oxygen bottle. Take a few breaths yourself and then give the mouthpiece to me. I will then take a few breaths and when I blink you take the mouthpiece out of my mouth. When I quickly blink my eyes while holding my breath, I want to breathe. Then you have to put the mouthpiece in my mouth. If you're too late I'll blow all the air out of my lungs. Then you have to take me up quickly. Do not try to put the mouthpiece in because I have almost certainly ingested water. Knock and upstairs I do mouth to mouth resuscitation and if necessary I resuscitate you. Very good, she said. Are you still not afraid I asked, well no I think it's exciting at most and my bladder thinks so too, just look. I looked and saw the bulge in the open part of her bathing suit. Instinctively I wanted to rub it but Tatiana stopped my hand. You can do that downstairs. If I wait too long, all my extra inhaled oxygen will be out of my blood. I handcuffed her and immediately saw how helpless she was now. I picked her up and jumped into the water. Once more we came up and then I swam down with Tatiana in my arms. There was the oxygen bottle, I grabbed the mouthpiece and took a deep breath. I put the mouthpiece in her mouth and watched her breasts rise and fall. Underwater she looked 10 times more beautiful. After some time, she blinked. I took the mouthpiece and put it in my mouth. Slowly I started to build things up and stroked her breasts. I kept looking at the clock because I was more nervous than Tatiana. My hand slid down and rubbed her full bladder. She immediately started writhing and tried to flee my hand. Logical because her bladder felt hard. I looked at the clock. 3 minutes had passed and I looked at her, she laughed. Her chest was full and she quietly released her breath. 3.5 minutes had passed when I put the mouthpiece in her mouth. She winked as a sign that things were going well. Not normal she reassures me in this situation. I let her breathe slowly as I started fingering her. I wasn't very gentle, but she never mind. I looked at her and she blinked. I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth and breathed. I crouched over her as she lay on her back. It was a beautiful sight. Her beautiful body contrasting with the white sand and beautiful forums and fauna. Slowly I breathed in and bent over and kneaded her breasts with both hands. 2.5 minutes had passed. I felt her hips move under me as her eyes looked at me kindly. She was right eye contact is the only contact you have underwater. In this way, of course, weight came from me on her bladder. And she felt it. I was fine with it and got more and more into my swong. 3.5 minutes had passed. I handed her the mouthpiece and she winked. That meant everything okay. She blinked again and I removed the mouthpiece from her mouth. I lay down next to her again to relieve her bladder. I gently stroked her hair. She smiled with satisfaction. After 2 minutes I tried to make her clear to take off her bathing suit. She winked that she understood. Agile as she was, she sat down on her ass and ran her arms under her legs. Apparently this had taken some energy as she slowly let some air out of her lungs. Of course I couldn't take her bathing suit off. The arm braces could never go over the handcuffs. It doesn't work at the bottom either, I thought and didn't pay attention to the time. All of a sudden I had it by 3.5 minutes had passed. I looked up and she winked. She looked at the diving bell and I understood her immediately. Her body was asking for oxygen faster and faster. I took the mouthpiece out of my mouth and put it in her mouth. I decided to tease Tatiana a bit. After she winked, I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth. I grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them tight and started biting her nipples too. Tatiana wanted to scream in pain, but she couldn't. Luckily she was still strong enough to hold her breath. I got so excited and kept going. I ran my finger over her pee hole and she started writhing violently. In the meantime, more than 3 minutes had passed and Tatiana noticed that her energy was decreasing. She started blinking because she wanted the mouthpiece. Instead of putting the mouthpiece in her mouth, I held it just above her mouth. She snapped and snapped but couldn't get a hold of it. Now you clearly saw the similarity in attitude between a woman with a full bladder and a woman gasping for air. She smiled at me but I could tell from her face that she wanted to breathe. 3.5 minutes had passed. Her chest began to fill and I felt challenged by her breasts and squeeze harder and harder in them. Tatiana felt helpless but happy. Finally she was allowed to let go of her responsibility. Finally she was allowed to lean on other people's shoulders. That's what she wanted to feel in this total dependency. She was 15 when she had to leave her parents and visit her aunt and uncle. She understood the decision very well and her aunt and uncle were good to her. But how responsible she has felt for always performing. Now she didn't have to because she couldn't do anything. But she knew Rob would take his responsibility. It calmed her down and enjoyed it. There was a disadvantage, it was a man and they are often a lot coarser than women. When he puts a finger in my pussy it goes so hard and he squeezes my tits so hard. Women do that more with feeling and she misses that in a man. But she didn't dislike Rob, maybe that rudeness is part of trust. There are so many contradictions in life that belong together. No beautiful rose without thorns, she thought poetically. In a flash she came to herself as her lungs screamed for oxygen and Rob was squeezing her tits like a burp for milking. Man, she thought, let me squeeze your balls that hard. Ouch motherfucker not so hard. Her bladder wanted to be emptied and her pussy was tender from Rob's fingering. She opened her eyes and started blinking. Her body began to fight furiously as she held her breath. I put the mouthpiece in her mouth and she took a deep breath. I wanted to take the mouthpiece out of her mouth but she bit herself. She had to put some extra oxygen in her blood. I let her go and she looked at the oxygen bottle strap. She nodded her head to point out something to me. I saw there was a small knife in the belt. I looked at her to show that I understood. She blinked and I picked up the mouthpiece. With the knife I carefully cut the seams of the underwires of her bathing suit. I took off the bathing suit and it was like seeing her naked for the first time. 3 minutes had passed and Tatiana felt her lungs burn. We had been underwater for about 20 minutes and her body was getting tired from the exertion. Her bladder almost popped giving her a titling in her pussy. Oh how she loved being so dependent and feeling the trust. My finger did its job. She had an orgasm like she hadn't had for a long time. Her body tightened and every fiber screamed for oxygen. I gave her the mouthpiece and let her keep it. When I saw this beautiful body I got very excited. My cock was so hard and big it hurt. Now my lungs started to burn and I let out some air. Tatiana had seen it and blinked. I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth and got an insanely warm sense of respect for her. She lay there handcuffed on the seabed with bated breath and a full bladder. But she was in control. What a power this woman has without thinking that that power was running out. I had them put her arms behind her back again. She was now on her back and I lay down next to her. I took the mouthpiece out of my mouth and started blowing circles. She imitated me and each time she let out a little air. I just got really excited now. I took a deep breath and grabbed her head. I started kissing and fingering her. Her hips started to make violent fucking movements. Her whole body tightened and she came. She couldn't pant, of course. Only two minutes had passed and her lungs began to scream like her bladder. I kept kissing her without paying attention to her. She had another orgasm this total dependence excited her enormously. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen and I felt her release her breath. I quickly put the mouthpiece in her mouth but fingered through. I felt her squeeze her bladder and saw her chest rise and fall quickly. Her powers took off quickly, I noticed that too, but I didn't want to stop yet. I wasn't allowed to fuck her but I was too horny to stop now. We were able to make 1 rush before we had to go up. I looked at her and pointed to my cock which was totally hard. She understood this was going to be the last rush and I wouldn't pay attention to her. She was dead tired but she knew this was going to happen. We had been underwater for over 25 minutes and she had consumed a lot of energy. She would soon need oxygen again because her body was largely filled with carbon dioxide. She will have to fight hard against her breathing center and the pain in her tits and her pussy. Rob was so heavy handed but how much she trusted him. But without a doubt she took a deep breath and handed me the mouthpiece. I took a few deep breaths and started kissing and fingering her with 2 fingers in her hole. I stopped kissing for a while to see how things were going. Her face was concentrated and I could see her chest shaking. Quickly I continued kissing because she would be short of breath in a short time. How I would love to stick my cock in her warm pussy. I fantasized that that was allowed and as I came I felt a warm stream of urine coming out of her pussy. She could no longer hold her pee and therefore had no strength to squeeze. She tore her head free from my head and her whole body began to shake. But no air escaped her mouth yet. She lay desperately fighting to keep it down. I could count the ribs on her chest it was so tense. She opened her eyes and they got bigger and bigger. Her cheeks filled with air, she had to let go but fought against it. My lungs were also bursting. I quickly grabbed the mouthpiece and began to breathe. Tatiana's lower back came completely off the bottom and she squeezed the sand with her hands. Luckily I had enough oxygen again and I pushed the mouthpiece into her mouth before she blew all her air out. I picked her up calmly and swam up with calm strokes. I held the platform with outstretched arms. Tatiana lay heavily panting on my arms and I couldn't help but grab her breasts. Now gently because I could think again. When she finally came to she winked at me. Everything was fine. We climbed into the boat and said nothing for a while, we were so tired of these events. And how did you like it she asked, breathtaking I said. Nice pun but did it live up to your expectations. Yes it was very exciting and I enjoyed it, I replied. I noticed you almost pinched my tits off. That really hurt. Sorry, I said. It's already over but my pussy still hurts, as a lesbian I'm not used to being treated so roughly. I am 99% satisfied, I said. And that 1% then she asked. Or wait, you wanted to fuck me. Yes indeed, but I think 99% and a friendship with you is a beautiful score. She beamed, how can that girl recover quickly, I thought. I lay on the bottom and my lungs screamed for oxygen. You saw it in the trembling of my chest. I was really about to let everything go. Yet you decided to put the mouthpiece in your mouth yourself. Don't you think that's selfish, Tatiana asked. I was a bit shocked, she meant this now. I felt from the warm stream of urine you released that something was wrong. I looked at your chest and could count your ribs and saw it shake. I was short on time but found your fight so exciting that I had an orgasm on its own. I was completely out of breath and you were fighting to keep the last bit of air in. In a flash I made a choice and it was as difficult as it was simple. You could never save us with your handcuffed hands. I did, so I took the mouthpiece. If something went wrong, I knew what to do. We discussed that. She laughed, I'm proud of you Rob, you have the right intuition despite your lust. You could have done anything with me but you chose the right one, I was convinced of that too, so I dared this adventure with you. I also enjoyed myself and have cum several times. As far as I'm concerned we have a hobby but not anymore today. I'm broken, she said. I understand, but we have to return the boat because tomorrow your parents are coming home. My mom called this morning because they want to stay away for a few more days. Then we'll go get some groceries and sleep on the boat tonight, what do you think. Good plan, she responded enthusiastically.
  6. Summary: A female clubber is bursting for the bathroom while on a long bathroom qeueue. When she can't hold it any longer, she proceeds to take matters into her own hands before having an accident. Plot: Damn it! How long is this line going to be. I have to pee sososo bad." Gwenndolinne Masterson thought to herself. Since 12 midnight until now (1 am), she waiting on line for the ladies' room inside the Pheonix night club. As usual, Gwenndolinne was bursting beyond belief and needed to urinate so badly. The pressure just kept mounting upon her bladder as well as her poor urethra. Gwenndolinne always indulged in a good time at night clubs. She loved the music, dancing, good food, and the liquids. Specifically, she loved the soda, fruit punch, and red wine. Gwenndolinne just can't help herself and in the presence of these liquids, she consumes lots of it with her food. And she just can't help but ignore her need to go until she is severely desperate to bursting. And right now she was bursting big time. Gwenndolinne bobbed up and down, keeping her right leg double crossed, standing bent over, fighting her incessant wave of desperation. The pressure just kept mounting as all the fluids and food collected into her urethra. "Damn it why is this line not moving. Hey get outta there!" Gwenndolinne shouted followed by an "Oh no-nononononono no no oh no." Gwenndolinne almost spurted from speaking loudly and with passion. She had to go and soon or else. The line didn't move much except for 7 people out of what was a total of 25 people. There were 18 people still in front of her and it was pretty clear this line wasn't going to move any faster. One 21-year old girl in place #4 near the door was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down, couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me excuse-" but she was cut short by the person at the door entrance. "A-a (shaking her head in a no-way manner)! Get to the back of the .... seriously?" The girl replied "I can't hold it. I just can't hold it oh gaawwd!" running inside while unable to stop wetting herself. Her trail of desperation was followed by complaints and cursing. One woman (40 years) said "Yeah kid run inside! If I wasn't desperate, I would-ah (wincing) eeeeeemmmmmmmmmm ....". Gwenndolinne Masterson couldn't believe what she saw. Here she was and number 19 on the line. And yet some girl jumped the line. "Who was this bimbo that grabbed her ticket for relief?" Gwenndolinne wondered. Gwenndolinne couldn't handle the proverbial smack in the face as her wave of desperation was made worse by her bladder contracting. It was as if her bladder saw this and protested with anger. Gwenndolinne applied more pressure against this pressure by contracting her urethra even more. She was already in so much pain and had to endure more. "This reminds me of the time I had to wait for Piper to get out of the bathroom and I had to piss in the garbage bag.". (Please see my fiction Desperate Morning). Gwenndolinne Masterson kept telling herself she would make it soon so as to not make her need worse. But time was ticking forward. It was 1:15 pm and still only two persons went inside while the girl from before (wetting herself) still didn't come in. The other woman (from before yelling at the pissing girl) couldn't take it anymore and ran inside. Since she was ..... well ... as big as Nyla Rose (AEW wrestling star) who could stop her as she pushed everyone out of the way. One girl (22 years old) lost her footing and landed on her butt. Sadly she began urinating in her jeans. "Noooooooooo!" the girl screamed. Gwenndolinne continued to bob and pee dance while leg double crossed online. At one point, her need became such an unnatural wave of desperation that cause her to crouch down. Wincing, teeth clenching, and whimpering, Gwenndolinne had to muster more of her strength not to let a single drop escape her. She has had accidents before but this time she wanted to avoid that. She wasn't going to let herself be (as her friends call her) Peeing Gwen. She hated that and she hated her stupid gluttonous nature for waiting too long at this point. She was determined to stay dry. After 20 seconds, she got her need under control but her urethra was paining her. She desperately wanted relief and wished the line moved faster. Suddenly, she and others could hear yelling inside the ladies' room. The female nearest the door could hear this. "You toilet hog! We need the toilet and you're enjoying phone sex? I just pissed myself and you just wave it off. That's it!". "Screw you!". Female bouncers came into the bathroom and hurried both women out. Two went in as three came out. Gwenndolinne was still trying to keep it together for the next 40 minutes. In that time she kept thinking positive thoughts, such as the time she went fishing with her father up-state. She remembered how peaceful it was and how quiet the environment behaved. This thought always helped to calm her nerves no matter the situation. But how long would it last? During this 40 minutes, another female (27 years) with jet-black hair, stiletto heels, a revealing top and a micro-mini skirt couldn't take it and ran off the line. She grabbed a huge beer mug from a customer about to ask for more beer. She lifted up her skirt and shoved the mug into position and released her pent up ocean. "Yes yes oh yes y-yes sweet relief. Oh man!". The customer behind her shouted at her to clean the mug while the staff told her to pay for damages. She casually waved her hand stating she was rich and would pay easily. At the end of the 40 minutes, Gwenndolinne couldn't take it anymore. Her will power was not enough to deal with the wave of desperation that reached super ultra maximum pressure against her poor urethra. Something had to give. And it could be her body that badly screamed neurotransmitters to let go like you wouldn't believe. Her mind lost it. She ran off line and looked for a plant pot or a corner not occupied. She began resorting to her frantic foolish self she tried to avoid becoming. She looked all over and saw not a single plant pot or an unoccupied corner that no one would see in her. She ran out the door and looked both sides. To her right was never ending buildings with alleys that were filled with people already. To her left was the same thing, except for one alley that seemed to be devoid of anyone. "Perfect!" she said to herself and ran over there. Gwenndolinne was overcome with much relief and wanted to get there asap. But she had to be careful not to cause herself to have an accident. She was wearing strappy shoes with heels and each step she took combined with her ectasy for relief and her need to go threatened to cause her to go. But she remained focused and made it to the alley of question. "Finally." Gwenndolinne cried with a smile only to find men taking a bathroom trip or vomiting. She was horrified by the horrible sight of biological waste and the numerous people. There was no privacy. And worse! The alley had a bad odor. Some looked like they were not from tough neighborhoods while others were skinny guys just waiting to be punched. Gwenndolinne stood there swaying her knees while bent forward, thinking about her next move. But where was she going to go. Suddenly, she felt a small dribble travel down the middle and that ended her indecisiveness. She ran past all the weirdos and seedy people, ran into the darkened areas of the alley and stopped behind a trash can. She saw the ground had a pot hole leading into the sewage. She made up her mind. Gwenndolinne positioned herself over this pot hole and readied to lower herself when another wave of desperation so powerful it nearly punched a jet of her pent up golden falls. She winced and gritted her teeth so hard she might have as well as caused her teeth to travel back upwards. "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she whimpered. This wave immobilized her to the extent that she felt moving might cause her to leak. But her resolve finally took over and she lowered herself. She lifted up the hem of her short skirt halter top dress, revealing she went commando. She opened her legs apart and made one last look down to ensure she properly over the pot hole. It was so dark she couldn't be completely sure but time was running out. She counted in her mind 1..2..3 and let go. A jet of her urine the appearance of a fire hose jet emitted itself from her nether region. Several smaller streams deviated from the main jet into the pot hole as well as rivulets emerged down the middle dripping profusely. Some of the rivulets went down to her buttocks nearby her genital region and dripping off the skin of her buttocks. Gwenndolinne almost fell backwards from the sweet ecstasy of relief. Her bladder deflated as well as her urethra feeling the pressure of the flow of her urine rapidly moving by. Her urine sizzled as steam emerged from the pot hole. It was hot and the sight according to the others was hot too. They couldn't believe someone did this in front of them. Suddenly, a voice could be heard calling out "Fuuuuuzzzzzzzz!". Everyone scrambled out of there to avoid the police, leaving Gwenndolinne by herself still urinating. A police patrol slowly drove by the alley. During the driveby, the driver looked in the direction of the alley. Gwenndolinne stood there frozen and crouched next to the trash pail still urinating. Her stream did start to trickle but she remained still. One officer asked if his partner saw anyone. The driver couldn't see anything and continued driving. Her stream slowly tricked to a stop and once she pushed out the last few drops, she proceeded to get back on her feet. She carefully left the alley and inspected the coast. Majority of the street was empty as people carefully left quickly. Gwenndolinne left as well and made her way home asap. She didn't bother to wipe the dried up urine off her bottom and the few rivulets that traveled down the inside seams of her thighs. Gwenndolinne proceeded to plop on her bed and worry about it the next morning. And the laundry too. FYI: Gwenndolinne is 25 years old.
  7. Last night I did another hold to try to set a record for the most pee I've been able to hold in my bladder at once. My max has slowly risen from about 1.6 litres to about 1.8 litres not too long ago, which is already pretty big, but I've been wanting to be able to hold more, and it looks like I've been able to achieve it. I started off by drinking a cup of tea and an additional half cup of water every 20 minutes starting at 21:00. Drinking caffeine and a lot of water always makes me desperate quickly, which I needed since I was starting off with a completely empty bladder. By 22:00, I had drank 4.5 cups of liquid and was starting to feel the need to pee, but not too badly. By 23:00, I had drank 9 cups of liquid, and was starting to feel pretty full. Finally by midnight, after drinking 13.5 cups of liquid, I was feeling desperate. My bladder was bulging out very far and was rock hard when pressed. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep all the pee inside my bladder. I decided to not make any more tea and would instead just drink the half cup of water every 20 minutes until I started spurting, which wouldn't take too much longer based on how full my bladder was. By 01:00, I had drank 15 cups of liquid. My bladder was absolutely bursting. It took almost all of my effort to not let any pee escape my overfilled and stretched out bladder. I was very close to bursting point, so I decided that I wouldn't drink anymore water and would go ahead and weigh myself. It was incredibly difficult to get out the scale and stand still long enough on it to be weighed. Almost every movement I made caused my bladder to try to release all the pee inside of it. I weighed 58.1kgs with a bursting bladder. I leaked a few times while doing this, but no major spurts, so I was going to keep holding for a little while longer. Shortly after that, at about 1:30, it became apparent that my bladder could not hold any more pee inside of it. Leaks were turning into spurts, even to the point where I had a small wet patch on the front of my pants. I ran to the washroom, spurting the entire time as my bladder squeezed pee out with every movement I made. I laid down in the bathtub with my stomach facing down, which put almost all of my weight on my rock hard bladder bulge. The pressure was too much, causing my bladder to burst. Even though I was still clenching to hold in pee as best as I could, nothing could stop the hot torrent pee from exploding out of my bursting bladder. I peed so hard that pee shot in all directions, soaking me from my chest to my knees, which continued for at least two minutes. After the initial long torrent, I had to push the last few spurts out. Though finally, after what felt like forever, all of the pee was out of my bladder. I cleaned myself up and changed clothes, then went back to the scale. I weighed 56.1kgs without a bursting bladder. After a lot of holds, I finally reached a huge goal of mine. My bladder held 2 litres of pee inside of it.
  8. From the album: My furry omorashi Artwork

    This is a comission work I made for one of the peeps I met in this community. After doing Fievel, the friend asked for Olivia. And Ithought it was such a cute idea! While I don't have sexual nor romantic feelings for this character, I like the her a lot on a friend level. It's a character I'd love to meet if she existed, cos she's a really adorable girl! She's polite and corteous, curious, very smart and kindhearted. She reminds me a lot when I was a kid ^_^ At first I just sent it to the comissioner in private cos I was hesitant to post it in public. I was shy because I thought people were going to get offended if I posted it on art sites. But here in this community, I have a good feeling there will be no problem. And I thought a lot of you probably would like to see it.
  9. This is a continuation of my first story in the Eaks Universe. If you haven't read that, you can still read this as a standalone - but reading in order might be more enjoyable ... Episode-1: PrologueJordan wasn't one of those men who avoided "the dirty public loos", or thought men's needs are somehow "indecorous" - he would gladly relieve himself given a chance. But days like today, Jordan was grateful for his large bladder. While most of his friends had spend half the day waiting in line for the measly few porta potties, he had happily explored the festival along with his best friend, Kyle, and his girlfriend, Di. Di had made frequent runs to the urinals, waltzing in and out of the privacy barriers, no waiting involved. But him and Kyle had waited as long as they could before taking a pee break.Though they had guzzled beer from 9am, they waited as long as they possibly could to break the seal. Jordan was almost pissing himself when they joined the bathroom queue at 2pm. When he finally reached the coveted blue box, he couldn't even wait to lock the door, fumbling with unlacing the tight underwear, finally freeing his poor aching penis. He had been much more circumspect next time, joining the queue before he became utterly desperate. He had taken a hard long piss at 3:30pm, just on the cusp of desperation, his body very grateful to flush out the hours worth of beers. Pee Breaks are a delicate balancing act - if a man went to pee everytime he needed to, he would spend the entire festival in the bathroom queue. If he didn't though, well, let's say not all men left the bathroom lines dry. That balancing act meant at 5pm, he was sipping on a lager and resisting the urge to join the bathroom queue again. The festival closed at 5:30pm - he wanted to piss right before leaving if he could. A 3hr journey on a coach without a restroom would be hell anyway, but it would be worse if he didn't pee right before leaving. But before they could finish their lager, the girls had come around to collect everyone. "Time to leave folks! This festival will be over soon, and if we don't leave now, we'll be stuck forever in the parking lot. Come on y'all, no dilly dallying now. Drink up, drink up fast". He had obediently downed his lager and shuffled his feet, wondering how to bring up a quick rest stop. He didn't want to talk to the girls about it, but Jadon knew waiting 3 hours in his inebriated state would be nigh on impossible. He was about to whisper his needs to Di, when he noticed all but one porta potty had a cleaning sign on, and the one functional one had a long line of men waiting. It would take at least half an hour to get anywhere. The girls would surely complain bitterly if they were made to wait that long. And all the other boys had gone around half an hour ago, only him and Kyle stupidly deciding to spend more time chatting and drinking than waiting in the queue. Damn. And Kyle wasn't making any moves to ask for a rest stop - he didn't even look like he needed to. Holding up the whole bus, for his own need? Not cool.As they neared the parking lot, all the women made their way to the nearby urinals "for a final piss". No one asked any of the men if they needed to relieve themselves before boarding. Jadon cursed the organizers for putting up only a measly few porta potties - there were urinals everywhere! Couldn't they have replaced a few with potties? Ugh! No use getting worked up. Whoever said it's a fair world? He'll just have to trust his bladder and wait. As the men boarded the bus, Jadon resigned himself to a long, uncomfortable journey. Sorry about this being so short! I am having a lot of trouble writing the next 'episode' (because I am trying to write one where Di teases Jadon about his desperation - and that's very outside my comfort zone). May be having the first episode out will be extra motivation! * Fingers crossed *
  10. I wrote this story, at a similar way, years ago, at experience project, maybe some of you know it. At my youth i had a friend, he was immigrate from a country in east Europe. He had a sister, i liked her and especially her body. She was how i like girls, very slim, nearly thin, she had a super flat, structured stomach with prominent hip bones, slender, sharp legs and small, but firm breast and she had a strong bladder in her belly, sometimes it was bulging out of her abdomen. I did like her, but she was more a girl for my body and for my co.…, than for my heard. We spendet time together, we fucked and we had fun. I noticed that Mira, so was her name, that she never went to the loo, no matter how long we was together and no matter how much i made her to drink, she did not go. Once we went to the cinema, it was early at the evening, as she said " i need to pee before we are going in, i have not since early morning." I was hard at the moment, but it was disappointing, that she was going now. We went to the loo and there was a line in front of the Ladys. She looked and said "i don`t care to wait for so long, i hold it, let`s go in." I was glad about it and hard again. One large coke for each of us, that will be good for her full bladder, i thought. She did drink it all, but did not go to the loo after the film was over. We walked around in the city, had another drink at a kiosk and she still had not peed, she did not even say something about it. Her bladder must be full to burst after holding it all day and drink so much, i was so aroused, i wanted to talk about it and so i asked "you needed to pee hours before and you still did not go, don`t you need anymore?" "Sure i would need to pee, really bad, i think my bladder is big as a soccer ball, but i am good in holding, i am good trained" she answered. Why is she good trained? Was she forced to hold it? Was she not allowed to pee? all that questions and the circumstance that she did not pee for more than 15 hours, made me horny. I asked her why she is so good in holding and she told me, that in her country girls don`t have the equal right to pee, as boys. A boy can go everywhere, but girls nearly nowhere, girls have to hold it. Nobody cares about the human needs of a girl, it is simply usual, that girl don´t pee. She told me that there are many situations where girls can not go. For example, on a fishing boat, there are not many girls at fishing, but if, they can not pee all day long. They leave early at the morning and come back, late at the evening, this boats are small, they don`t have a loo, men and boys piss at the see and girls don`t pee all day. Nobody even aske a girl if she would need to pee too, girls don`t pee, they have to hold it, nobody cares about a girls hurting bladder. She told me that she had the same situation, she worked at the summer holydays at the fields, there was a mixed group, men, woman, boys and girls. Men and boys could pee everywhere, woman did pee too, but girls had to hold it all day long. Mira`s brother told me some experiences where boys made girls hold at the field, i did write one at EP, maybe, i`ll write it here again. There was more situations where the girls could not go. Her brother told me that there was summer festival´s, with music to dance, where you could get something to eat and something to drink, but there was no loos. No problem for the boys, they pissed everywhere, but it was common, that the girls did not pee, girls should no even talk about it to their boyfriend they should ignore their urge until they was at home. My friend told me that the boys did talk as well about it, some was proud of the girls ability to hold it for so long and at her strong bladder. One of the boys said that he pissed 3 times and his girl not even one time, he cant understand, how the girls do that, her bladder must be full to explode. Sometimes started a kind competition between the boys, who`s girl is better at holding, the girls did not know about it. But the best trained girl, can´t hold it forever, if girls are full to burst, they beg their boys to go home, they don´t tell him why, because a bursting bladder and her painful need to pee, would not be reason enough for the boy, to go home with her. Some of the boys love it to make his girl hold, to fill the bladder of his girl up to her navel, the boy know as well why she wants to go home, but he say "just one hour and one more drink, than we go." It would be a shame if the girl said that she could not hold her pee for so long. Girls have to hold it, girls don´t pee! This was many years ago, maybe that is total different now?! But now back to Mira, some weeks after the cinema, she told me that she needs a new passport and that she has to go to her home down. She asked me if i would bring her with my car to her down. I did not want do, because the roads in east Europe was very bad and there was 2 borders, where you have to wait, sometimes for hours, so i said "no" she should go by bus. She was sad about that and said that she would pay for it. She was a poor girl and i did not want to take money from her and than i had a Idee, i told her that i would bring her home and that i would not take any money from her, but she had to pay with her bladder. She looked at me and said " i don´t understand what you mean." "That is simple, you told me you are good in holding and that you have a strong bladder, i love that so much, i don´t take money from you, you pay with your bladder, you let me fill your bladder, you hold your pee for me, all day. That means all day, you pee early at the morning before we leave and than you don´t pee all day, not even before bed, you go to sleep with your bladder full from the day. In the morning we make love, full bladder sex feels so good, and than you can let it out. I think that will be a lot, after holding it for so long." "I can´t endure that for so long" she answered. "Sure, you can! Let us make a deal" i said. The first part is coming soon.
  11. So at around 8:00PM, I decided to do a hold until I burst and that I would have to last until at least 1:00. I always struggle with the bursting aspect since I have not only a very large bladder, but an iron one as well. Still, I was determined, so I pushed forward. I started off with just a small urge to go, about 3/10, and only having drank two bottles of water since the last time I peed. Because I had such a small urge and because I had to be absolutely bursting in order to lose control, I decided that I would practically chug tea since it goes straight to my bladder. In only an hour, I drank 5 cups of tea. By that point, I wasn't even full yet, maybe a 5/10, so I drank another bottle of water. I ended up drinking so much that my stomach felt much more full than my bladder, so I just had to wait. I apparently didn't have to wait very long, though. By 10:00, I was completely full and struggling to hold it, so about 8/10. By 10:30, I was bursting. My bladder jumped from 8/10 to 10/10 in less than a half hour. I did everything I could to hold it for the next 15 minutes to see if the desperation passed like it has before, but it was only getting worse. It got to the point where my bladder hurt when I stood up straight or moved my legs. I even leaked twice, which I rarely ever leak. I decided to end that hold early since I was only going to keep leaking rather than burst and since I still had another hour and a half before I was allowed to be this desperate. I went to the toilet and peed incredibly hard for about two minutes. It was such a big relief, but not as much as the one I planned on doing later. After I finished, I did notice that there was still some pee in there. Not only that, but my bladder was tired from the hold I just did. Even better, my stomach still had plenty of liquid in it. I knew this was about to get a lot better soon. So, I'm at a 2/10, am full of liquid, have a weakened bladder, and have a new big challenge to complete. I was going to drink exactly as much as I drank before, and have to wait until 2:00 (starting from 10:45) since I emptied my bladder recently. I started off with the two bottles of water, which was easy as I got them down in a half hour (11:15). I was probably at a 4/10 at this point. Next, I moved onto the tea. This was much harder to do since I was already pretty full of liquid. The only thing that saved me was that I had to take breaks to brew more tea. I got them down in about 75 minutes (12:30). At this point, all the liquid I drank was moving into my bladder very quickly, especially when aided by the caffeine in the tea. By the time I finished, I was at about a 8/10. I was definitely full, but not desperate. Lastly came the bottle of water. Since I was full of liquid regardless of my bladder, I dragged my feet on this one. My bladder was no help, though, as I had to focus on holding myself as I could feel my bladder expanding rapidly with all of the water entering it. It took a full half hour to finish this bottle (1:00). By the time I finished all of my water, I was desperate, easily at a 9/10. I had to get up and squirm just to hold on. In order to try to distract myself from my bladder a little, I tried reading an article that I had saved for later. However, I was way too desperate to focus on it. Between all of the liquid entering my bladder and its weakened state, I had to actively hold it in however I could. My legs were crossed, hands on crotch, potty dancing, you name it, I did it. I did this for about a half hour (1:30). Even though I was working to keep it all in, I wanted to have a little fun just to make sure that I could really burst when 2:00 came around, so it was time for some minor bladder torture. First, I focused on my bladder itself. It was visibly full. I had a very big bulge. Since I'm a small and skinny guy, my stomach and pelvic area usually lay completely flat if not caved in. Now, it looked like I was pregnant. I had to angle my arms around my huge bladder bulge to more effectively hold it in or else I risked putting more pressure on my rock hard bladder. Still, that didn't stop me from doing it anyway. I poked the bulge and gave it a little squeeze to temporarily increase the pressure. Even though it made me want to release everything right then, it felt so good. I then pressed it against a wall, which put a lot of pressure on it, so much so that I leaked a little. I had to squirm for a while to keep from flooding my pants. Once the pressure was off, though, I just went back to normal desperation. I didn't like this, though, so I took the drawstring of my sweatpants and tightened it around my bladder. It definitely increased the pressure how I wanted it to. Still, I wasn't about to burst yet, even though I was really close. I decided to shift from focusing on the pressure to teasing myself from releasing it. For some extra fun, I decided to make myself an extra cup of tea, not for drinking, though, just for time purposes. Every step I took made me very close to leaking. I had to bend down and press my legs together as I walked to avoid leaking while I was in the kitchen. It was painstaking to wait for the water to get hot. To help take my mind off the water a little, I decided to weigh myself for a little experiment, which ended up being 56.5kgs. Right then, the water was done, then came the tea. I had to wait another 5 minutes for the tea to set, which was also very painstaking. My bladder was the fullest I think it ever has been, even in that weakened state, definitely a 10/10. It was cramping really hard trying to relieve some of the intense pressure in it. That was the longest 5 minutes of my life. When it was done, carrying the tea to my room without spilling it was a huge challenge. It was especially hard since I was leaking as I carried it and had to do everything to stop myself before I let out too much pee. Once I set the tea down, I felt my bladder squeezed harder than it ever had before. I legitimately spurted, not just leaked, but spurted. It only lasted two seconds, but it came out so hard that I saw a wet spot form on the outside of my pants. I never experienced this before, and knew that it was only a matter of time before I actually burst. Even though I wanted to hold until 2:00 and it was only 1:45, I had to get things ready for it right now. I rushed to get new pants and underpants, as well as towels to clean myself with, the whole time I was slightly leaking. Right when I entered the washroom, another huge spurt came out, this one exactly the same as the last one, further increasing the wet spot on my pants. I quickly closed the door and stepped into the bathtub. The second my foot touched the inside of the tub, for the first time ever, my bladder finally legitimately gave in. I didn't even fully get in before hot pee starting shooting out of me uncontrollably. I tried my best to keep holding it in, but it was no use. My weakened and overfilled bladder combined with my extremely tired muscles just all gave out in that exact moment. The next few minutes were complete bliss as all of the liquid I drank continued to burst out of my bladder. I peed so hard that I could hear a familiar hissing noise come from inside of my sweatpants, which combined with the noise of water soaking them from the top down to make the best wetting noise I've ever heard come from me. Halfway though, I started peeing even harder than before, which I didn't think was possible until it happened. After that short powerful burst of pee, it started to taper off. I thought it was done, that is until I gave it a small push, then yet another stream started flowing out of me. This happened again four more times before I was finally completely empty and fully drenched. After that, I cleaned myself up and changed into new sweatpants. One final thing, though. Remember how I said I weighed myself before I burst for a little experiment? Well, I weighed myself again after my bladder was emptied, and my new weight was 54.7kgs compared to the 56.5kgs before. I had 1.8 liters of pee in my bladder before I burst.
  12. Hi I’ve a minor scan coming soon that requires drinking a litre of water one hour before the process, Should I be anxious as I’m pee shy and will find it hard to admit I’m bursting to the staff if required, I don’t really do holding so anything beyond my normal wait will feel like I’m bursting, Or is this a walk in the park .... I will try this out tomorrow to see what it’s like......
  13. I found this on the net. I hope he is not posted once already. It looks like she has to pee really needed and that her bladder is really bursting. Desperate Lady in High Heels Bent Over.mp4
  14. "Don't forget we have theatre tickets tonight darling" my wife called to me as we both got ready for work that morning. "Ha, I had completely forgotten," I laughed. "I may have to meet you there straight from work. What are you planning to wear?" As I struggled to get a sock on she described a light but smart summery chiffon A-line dress that apparently hung just above her knee. I only remember because her next comment got my full attention: "Shall we play tonight dear?" she had asked. To us, 'playing' meant her getting catastrophically desperate to pee and then holding it for way longer than nature intended. There was as much fun to be had in planning scenarios together as in her subsequently going through with them. This was one I'd never even thought of, though I asked whether she was thinking along similar lines to our many play dates at cinemas over the years. "What, drinking a couple of pints of water two hours before the curtain goes up? No, that's lame; not challenging enough," was her reply. I made a mental note to book a VERY long film next time we played at the cinema. But what was she planning for tonight? She continued "I want you to do that darling, so we can play together. But I've got something tougher in mind for myself." She didn't let me get a word in to object before explaining "I haven't genuinely worried whether I'll make it home dry for ages, all our play and my practising has strengthened my muscles and increased my capacity a lot. I want to be worrying about it, then I'll enjoy it more." "So what do you have in mind?" I'd got both socks on at last and stood in my underwear staring at her. "Do you want to know or do you want a surprise?" She knew I'd want to know and my expression assured her she knew me as well as she thought she did. "You drink 2 pints of water in the car on your way to the theatre, so, what, 1 hour before the curtain goes up. Bring casuals to change into so that you're not holding in your suit. I'll drink mine earlier than usual and whatsapp you when I've done it. Until then, it's a surprise for you." She had siddled over to my side of the bed and was hugging me, looking into my eyes. Now she fondled my through my underwear. In a teasing voice she asked "Will the suspense get you hard? Might you get a bit of precum on those undies? If you do, message me!" with that she let go of me and returned to dressing herself. We arranged to meet at the theatre at roughly the time I thought I could get there from work, in time for a pleasurable drink before the performance. She would get the bus to town then walk to the theatre to meet me, so that I could drive her home while she concentrated on not peeing. --- I work as a consultant in a mid-sized firm, with my job making me travel fairly frequently. Today I only had one meeting out of the office, late afternoon in a nearby big town. I was always nervous about holding in public - I knew I couldn't manage to last through most of the challenges I set Imogen - so while driving to work I decided that being out of the office would be a perfect excuse to dehydrate myself during the afternoon, so that the 2 pints I had to drink would take longer to bother me. With that resolved, I was able to settle at my desk, though I couldn't concentrate as I was constantly wondering what time Imogen would start her 2 pints. When playing at the cinema, she tended to pee then drink 2 hours before the advertised show time, so she'd consumed it all at least 90 minutes before the adverts started, and with an average length of film and the drive home afterwards, she'd have to wait at least 4 and a half hours after peeing. She tended to be feeling a semi-strong need to pee before the adverts started. Recently she'd started buying those big fizzy drinks in cinemas to 'keep herself topped up' as she put it. God I love her. With the show we were going to see tonight starting at 7:30, and her desire to make it more challenging for herself, she'd obviously pee and drink the water earlier; I tried to guess her thinking: maybe she'd start at 4:30, before she finished work and so be finished by 5pm. Most likely that would see her holding for a bit over 6 hours which would be a sight to behold once she could fidget freely in the car on the way home. She was right as usual, of course. All those thoughts had got me semi-hard and leaking a little pre-cum, I was so turned on already. I must have gone through the same chain of thoughts at least 25 times that day, arriving at the same conclusion every time. So much so that I was convinced that was what she would do. You can guess the effect it was having on me (and my productivity, don't tell my boss!) I drank less than usual all day, and after my meeting the other side of town made sure to have a barely-needed wee, then bought the water at a shop on the business park to drink while I drove to the theatre. I hadn't had Imogen's whatsapp yet, which frustrated me. She should have had the water at least an hour before me just to match her usual cinema 'play'. Before starting the car I sent her an inquisitive, almost disappointed message and she replied instantly, far too quickly with hindsight. It read 'Sorry, forgot to tell you. What an idiot! I'm all done, see you soon, love you Ix' She knew I liked the detail, and she equally knew that the lack of it in that message would annoy me. I fired back 'So, when did you drink?' the lack of a kiss at the end would get my state of mind across. She replied 'Earlier. Tell you when I see you Ix' I couldn't stop myself replying 'I've been thinking about you all day, tell me!' but she didn't reply until I'd started driving so I couldn't read it until I parked at the theatre. She'd written 'It's going to be good, trust me Ix'. I found her at a table in the bar, wearing the dress she'd described and looking gorgeous, as always. She rose to greet me and kissed me passionately, knowing I'd lose the mood instantly seeing her legs on show and with a nice kiss. I asked her to get me a soft drink from the bar while I went to the gents to change out of my suit, which I'd also return to the car. In the cubicle the toilet caught my eye, and I wondered about cheating by having another pee, even though I didn't need to go yet. I suppressed the idea long enough to get changed and buttoning up the fly on my jeans acted as a barrier to my weakness. My fate was sealed. --- When he walked into the theatre I was about to give up and pee, at least to let some pressure off. I knew I'd overdone it when I was feeling really full by 3pm, and needed to go as badly as after our cinema play times by 5pm. But once he arrived I gave myself no choice, I was doing this for him as much as for me, and I'd do it to the best of my ability. Standing at the bar to order his drink was horrendous, with all those strangers there I couldn't bear the thought of fidgeting publicly, but try as I might I couldn't stand still. Anyone who looked at me for more than a couple of seconds probably realised my problem, as I was pacing around while the barman served the OJ and lemonade. I was back in my seat by the time Pete came back. Sitting was so much easier on my poor bladder. I could actually stay still and look composed. He looked great in his jeans and shirt, I'd enjoy the rare treat of him fidgeting in those later. But first, I'd teased him long enough. I lent forward to whisper in his ear, and grabbed his hand to emphasise that I was putting myself through this for him. "I'm utterly bursting darling, how are you?" He was fine, didn't need to go at all yet apparently. Lucky thing! He begged me to tell him what I'd been up to. I told him about peeing before lunch at work, then drinking 2 pints at the pub with a colleague. About being full by 3pm, about being at an 8 or 8 and a half by 5pm, and about drinking water during the afternoon despite that. He pressed me for details, "Probably only another pint or so," I told him, underplaying it somewhat. About the exquisite delight at seeing the colleague pee three times during the afternoon, the first time before we'd even left the pub. Knowing I'd held so much longer than her already, knowing I was the master of my bladder and not a slave to it like her and so many others. Knowing what all this would do to him. At that I reached under the table with my other hand and touched him - he was erect and evidently very excited. Feigning tiredness last night to avoid sex had been a good move on my part, making both of us even keener now. "Were you fidgeting at work though Immi?" he wanted to know. I nodded coquettishly. "I knotted my legs together and just swayed them backwards and forwards under my desk," I explained. I'm a receptionist at a Doctors' Surgery, so patients and visitors can never see my legs and colleagues are usually only passing my desk for a moment on their way in or out. Finally I told him about my extremely fidgety bus ride from work to the town centre and then walking cautiously to the theatre. So cautiously that it took me longer than usual to walk and I'd arrived not long before him, so I'd only had a half the small glass of wine he could see on the table in front of me. Of course he asked "But will you be able to last through tonight sweetie? You're usually at 8 when we get home from the cinema..." My response was a lot more confident than I was feeling. "Of course darling, there's little doubt in my mind. I told you I wanted to worry myself, to challenge myself." He perked up at that, I think he'd been expecting me to dash off for a partial pee before the show. Honestly I felt hugely bloated, my bladder was seriously hard and felt like a balloon that had been overfilled, stretching more than it wanted to. I was already breathing shallowly to avoid shocks to my bladder and I knew that moving would be tough. I had to admit to myself I was at 9 and a half now, and told Pete so. You see, I have a special skill that I can suppress fidgeting when I sit down, especially in public or when I'd be embarrassed for others to see it, but I can't suppress the penguin-like walk when my bladder gets to this stage. I hadn't been at this stage out of our home for a long time; at home I'd happily drink loads more, sitting on my heel in the lounge and then waddling to bed. I'd started to sweat too, the body's tell tale sign that it's trying to expel the liquid from my bloodstream any way but letting the kidneys process it. It's not very ladylike, but it's great to get to that stage of desperation, it proves I have actually pushed myself. I have several friends I'm close enough to that I can discuss my fetish with them: none of them even knew there is a sweating stage. I'd told them that means they've never actually been full, which they all denied unconvincingly. Pete could feel me sweating as he still held my hand. He knew what it meant too. He seemed to be unsure what to say. His chivalrous side came out. "Are you SURE you want to go through with this? I mean, I hate to think of you not making it during the performance." He looked at his watch, just over 10 minutes until curtain up. I always know the exact time when I'm that full, time seems to pass so slowly! I sighed. "Pete, I'm properly bursting, I've never lasted - what do you think, over 3 hours before we're home?" he nodded, "from a 9 before! I'm concerned I've over done it and might leak in there. I'm even more worried someone else will notice how badly I need to go. But I'm not giving in, I wanted this and I've got it." I giggled. "I might have wanted this at about 10pm not 20 past 7 but oh well. Shall we go in?" I nodded to the door just as an announcement was made asking all guests to take their seats. He asked once more if I was sure I wanted to go through with it. "Last chance," he said. I was sure and told him so, slightly angrily. I didn't want him to give me a way out. But he didn't; once he knew I was determined he took a different tack. "In that case, do you want another drink?" he teased me. "Wine, beer, cider?" A thought struck me. "Get me a double brandy, neat. It'll help numb it for a bit." Making our way to our seats was pure agony. I couldn't stand up straight, and walked very slowly hunched over, all my actions inevitably designed to prevent shocks to my bladder which might defeat my overstretched muscles. A minor miracle meant we were seated on the end of a row, and I whispered to Pete that I'd like to be on the end, quickly reassuring him that it wasn't so I could rush out but so I could fidget without a stranger sat next to me. He immediately let me have the exit seat. The first half was incredibly difficult. I almost downed the brandy in one, I was at that stage where I was so desperate I had to do everything really quickly, really urgently. I kept looking at my watch to try to make time pass quicker. I realised at one point I'd looked at it 7 times in 30 seconds. I involuntarily fidgeted in the seat by swinging the leg nearer Pete in a wide arc, and by waving the other foot backwards and forwards in the aisle next to me. About 20 minutes into the first act I forced myself to sit still for what felt like a whole minute, but when I checked my watch (again!) I'd only managed to stay still for 20 seconds. I was frequently shifting my position in the chair, which unfortunately squeaked every time I moved. Pete kept casting me glances, increasingly frequently as the first act continued. I don't know how I avoided holding myself, or how I avoided wetting myself, during that first act. By the time it seemed like the actors were building to a crescendo agony no longer described my need to go. I have deliberately held on so much to such extremes so many times that intense desperation is quite routine for me, but this was something else. Something new. Something exciting and terrifying. I genuinely sat in that seat in the theatre wondering to myself every second how I hadn't wet myself yet. I'd achieved my aim of challenging myself with something tougher, that was for sure. And I was incredibly turned on. My whole fabric seat was bathed in my sweat that was literally running down my face and all over me, even the backs of my knees were sweating. I couldn't tell you anything about the plot of the play or the character's names, my whole concentration was on not leaking and not embarrassing myself by fidgeting such that other people noticed. The lights going up for the interval was a blessed relief. Firstly it meant I was about half way through this torture I was inflicting on myself, and secondly it meant that I had 20 minutes in which to decide whether to brave it out or to give in and either pee in the theatre or to rush home with Pete for some very hot sex. Pete! I'd forgotten all about Pete's hold. --- I have never seen Immi so desperate in public, and probably never so frantic at all in fact, because at home she might have drunk more, done longer holds or pushed herself to even greater extremes, but it was obvious when we sat down for the show that this was something that would be very difficult and I honestly thought she wouldn't make it. Not dry anyway. I was very conscious of her fidgeting during the first act, and of her annoying squeaky seat which revealed her incessant movement and frequent shifts of position to me and probably everyone around us. However as the act went on I also became aware of my own need to pee increasing alarmingly quickly. It struck me that I couldn't complain about it because I was obviously better off than my darling wife. Maybe she'd been cunning. By the time of the interval I was properly bursting, I'd squeezed myself twice in the last ten minutes to control the urge to pee, and I could only describe myself as at a 9. I couldn't face holding through the second half, and hoped to God that Immi would want to go home to measure this hold. It didn't help that other theatre goers were pushing past us to get to the bar or toilets. One guy even asked his group of friends as they passed us whether they wanted the bar or the toilets first. Once the hubbub had died down I turned to talk to Immi. She had tears in her eyes and was trembling. I'd never seen her look so vulnerable or so attractive. My discomfort was immense and I'd never willingly get that full in public again, but I had to know about Immi's state first. "How bad is it?" I asked, breathlessly. She grimaced, shuddered, gesticulated at her crossed legs and finally whispered to me "Fucking fantastic but I'm way above a 10. Way above anything I've ever done before. This is my fullest and my most desperate, I don't want to waste it Pete but I'm amazed I haven't wet myself already. What should we do?" "Are you asking me whether to go home now?" She couldn't answer. She half smiled at me while an urge consumed her concentration. Her answer, when it came, was long, confused and indicative of severe desperation. "Yes, but I don't want to give in. I can't think, I don't think I can last as long as it'll take to get to the car but I felt like that almost as soon as we sat down. What should I do? I can't take another moment but at the same time I think I can. Oh God I want you inside me!" I shifted uncomfortably. "Are you at 10 yet?" I couldn't wait for her to answer, and said far too loudly "I'm easily at a 9 love, I'm not sure I should drive home. You've got to decide, I can't guess what's going on inside you, but I know what's going on inside my bladder." I stopped and looked around me at the few theatre-goers who hadn't left their seats. No-one had turned to look at me thank goodness. Immi was stock still, mesmerized by the feelings she was experiencing or about to wet herself, one or the other. The feeling evidently soon ended and she looked me in the eye. "Force me to hold it darling, do anything to make this happen the way I want it to. The way no doubt you want it to as well." I made a decision. "I'm going to go and wee, buy you another brandy, and that way I can concentrate on you. Wait here." With that I left before she could protest. "Find out what time it finishes!" she called after me. I had a really very good pee in the Gents, though another guy who was peeing at the urinal before me was still going strong after I'd finished. Bladder-shamed by my wife and a stranger in one evening, not good. I fought through the crowd to order a neat triple brandy for Immi and a non-alcoholic beer for me. --- While Pete was gone all I could think was "The bastard's weeing right now, how could he put me through the torture of knowing?" over and over. My own need didn't get any better while he was gone, and by the time he was back I was convinced I'd got a wet patch on the back of my dress. If not from leaking, then from a combination of sweating and being intensely turned on. I surreptitiously felt my dress while I twisted sideways to let Pete get by me back to his seat, it didn't feel wet but I couldn't be sure. He handed me a big brandy which I downed in one. The alcohol would help temporarily until it began to dehydrate me and force more liquid into my bladder. Until it kicked in I just had to make the best of it using my own strength. I realised it wasn't really a battle of muscle strength against pee pressure any more, it was a battle of my determination against my inner demon telling me to worry about being noticed or leaking. Pete told me the show was due to finish at 10:20 and was running to time - so maybe 5 more minutes of the interval and then an hour to survive, then the horrendous thought of walking to the car and the much more agreeable thought of the drive home, when I could hold myself if needs be. Who was I kidding. Delete those last 3 words. I wasn't going to make it, I needed the privacy of my own home to contemplate waiting a second longer. So I'd have to admit defeat, use the ladies here and apologise profusely to Pete. "Take me to the Ladies Pete, now. Help me!" I begged. He looked at me blankly, a distinct concern crossed his face, then he stood up. "No," he said. "You have often asked me to help you wait longer but never really seemed to need any help until now. You seem to be having a crisis of confidence, am I right?" He was so right. I nodded imperceptibly, afraid to shake my bladder even with that movement. "I can't stand up though. And my kidneys hurt." "We're going to take you home," he assured me, and with that almost dragged me out of the auditorium. Contrary to my expectations moving was easier than it should have been, clenching to prevent leaks came naturally again instead of requiring very conscious effort. I found myself trying and failing to walk straight upright instead of half crouched as I tend to at my bladder's limit - social concerns to the fore to avoid strangers even knowing I needed to wee though I might wet myself in front of them! Putting the seat belt on in the car was troublesome. How to twist to reach it was my first challenge, which Pete overcame for me, but how to fasten it without any part of it touching my distended, stretched, bloated and bulging bladder was a bigger issue. Every second mattered to me and wasting vital time on this upset me more than it should. Eventually it occurred to me that I could hold myself in the car and no-one would know except Pete, so my arm could go inside the seat belt to hold it away from my bladder. That made things a lot easier though I was no less desperate. Pete would usually ask incessant questions when I was full so his silence told me he was thinking. "Pete, I'm in new territory, I might wet the car seat, is that OK? I so want to make it home to measure." He shook his head. "Two things: one, you're a grown adult and can hold on a bit longer, two, I am having sex with you when we get home before any measuring. Ok three things, three, if you wet the car seat I'm putting the pictures on Facebook. Is that adequate incentive to hold on?" he looked at me sidelong as he drove. I realised he was smiling, challenging me. Two can play at that game. I told him I'd never sleep with him again unless he got me home dry. I cried as he replied "Do you think this is over when we get home? Do you? You set yourself up for this, to last another hour and a half or so, to the end of the show plus the drive home. Leaving the theatre doesn't reduce your target. Plus neither of us have eaten dinner, so we ought to stop off on our way home. Where do you fancy?" Through the tears I felt defiant. I'd been at 9.5 at 7:20, very rapidly reaching maximum 10 out of 10 over two hours ago. I'd never held for more than 45 minutes once reaching 10 before, but I'd managed it so far, somehow, though in that moment in the car I knew it was as much luck as muscle strength. Looking back I can't work out what impact luck has on my bladder's stamina. Despite wanting to wait longer I was scared and unwilling to commit to anything. "Pete I was about to wet myself 2 hours ago, forget it. Take me home. No!" I screamed as he indicated to turn towards the town centre, away from home. I cried afresh while he seemed to take forever to find a parking space. One the engine was off he turned to me and uttered 2 words in the most loving tone I can remember him using "Trust me." Then to my utter surprise he roughly shoved his hand up my dress between my legs, removed my hand and rubbed me to an immense orgasm. It happened so quickly my bladder didn't complain too much. When he'd finished he sucked his finger clean, looking seductively at me while he did so. "Isn't that why you're doing this to yourself Immi, for sexual satisfaction?" he paused long enough that I probably should have replied but all I could do was whimper, fidget and clasp my hand to myself again, pressing really hard now. I don't know about you but orgasm temporarily increases my urgency to pee, which 5 minutes before hadn't seemed possible. When I didn't reply he sighed and asked "Chinese, Indian or fish and chips?" "I can't go onto a restaurant darling, I'll be too embarrassed," I thought of adding 'look at me' but figured he knew. Every word hurt, somehow adding to the risk of my bladder giving in. And while he rushed off to get the takeaway curry he fancied, my bladder turned cartwheels inside me. The uncertainty of an indeterminate wait for him to return had unsettled it. --- My plan was two-fold, firstly to extend Imogen's involuntary waiting time while I waited for the fix to be cooked, but also to sneak into an ally to pee again. I'd broken the seal and was never as good as her at holding anyway. For some reason I always felt awkward going to the loo before sex if she was holding, so hiding my second wee from her was a selfish solution. When I got back almost to within sight of the car I broke into a jog despite the takeaway bag I was carrying, to give the impression to Immi that I'd been as quick as I could for her sake. I saw that she was no longer sitting in it but was pacing around the dark car park with both hands between her legs. She gingerly lowered herself back into the car as I almost threw the takeaway onto the back seat, which made the beer bottles I'd also purchased clink. I jumped into the drivers seat then immediately jumped out to run around to pass Immi the seat belt again. Once I was driving she metaphorically raised an eyebrow at the clinking bottles. I explained "You know as well as I do dear that if we'd gone for a curry you'd have had a couple of pints. So I bought you two Cobras," inclining his head to the back seat. "Want one now or when we get home?" he joked. --- On a normal day doing a normal hold I'd have taken that challenge and downed a bottle right there in the car, primarily to turn my sweet husband on a bit more. But this was so far out of my comfort zone that I had no idea what another few millilitres that my kidneys might manage to produce before we got home would do to me. So instead I did my best to giggle at him, and experimented with removing one hand from myself to gently hit him. Since being in the car I'd spent less time staring at my watch, but I realised as we were nearing home that what with the journey, the orgasm and the wait for takeaway it was nearly 10:20. In around half an hour I'd have reached my target. Not that it felt doable, but I had made myself survive until we got home. Getting into the house was a fiasco. Pete abandoned the takeaway to help me the few steps to the door, but left me in the hall under strict instructions not to pee while he retrieved his precious curry. One he was back I insisted he strip me naked, the constant sweating had soaked my dress making it uncomfortable. Though admittedly not as uncomfortable as my bulging bladder. Pete has always been an attentive lover; one or more of his exs must have taught him well. Based on stories he's told me and scenarios he's had me act out they had certainly indulged him by playing. So foreplay usually lasted well into a second hour before he even considered penetration. Tonight was no different, despite my bladder screaming at me and my constant begging for him to "get on with it" coupled with fidgeting that made it quite difficult for him, he'd licked me and fingered me to several orgasms and a surprising contrasting sense of relaxation despite my intense desperation. While we made love in the only position I could tolerate - missionary - I whispered into his ear how I was feeling so, so full and how I'd almost burst 5 hours before at the theatre bar, and finally admitted that I hadn't had just 1 pint of water at work during the afternoon, but 2, plus a cup of tea brought to me by a well-meaning colleague. I thought I'd push him over the edge into his own orgasm with that sort of talk, but instead he adjusted his rhythm and made me cum again, with the most perfect orgasm I've ever experienced. At last he gave in to his own pleasure, so finally sated after a whole day of being almost constantly turned on, we cuddled briefly. To my utmost surprise I woke up a few hours later in a new agony, my whole belly was bloated and protruding. My kidneys felt like they were on fire and I was unpleasantly hungover. 2 pints at lunch plus 5 brandys while drinking less water than usual had ironically left me dehydrated despite the huge amount of pee in my bladder. I felt so unwell I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed yet, so lay there feeling awful until my fidgeting woke Pete up. Hangovers always make me horny so being the gentleman he is Pete made love to me again after helping me measure. This time the new record I'd set meant he couldn't control himself and he came very quickly. That record will probably stand for years, but the experience I'd had and glorious sex it led to meant I would try very frequently to beat it.
  15. Author's Note - I am writing this as part of a story trade with @Mad Bladder. They provided a detailed outline - so this fic will be somewhat different from my usual jam. I will post short chapters, scenes, as they get done. The first few scenes don't really have much desperation, but I promise the good stuff will come PS - The story is set against the backdrop of a baseball game. I know zilch about baseball. So if you're a baseball fan, I beg your pardon. Scene-1: I Need That Soda! "Must we?" Paul whined, as Greg stood in his living room giving him a stern glance. Paul loved the man and all, but really, baseball!? "We had a deal. I watch A Walk To Remember with you, you come to a baseball game with me." Well, yes, there was that. But a local park baseball? With only hardcore baseball fanatics around? Ugh! "I kept my end of the bargain." - Greg's voice was so deep and firm. Compelling. How could Paul ever say no to that? "Fine, I'll go to the stupid game with you. Let me get dressed!" Greg had that rakish smile on his face, the one Paul really really liked. Well, ok, he could deal with a little baseball for that smile. "Hurry up, wouldn't wanna miss anything". Paul hurried to his bedroom - what do people even wear to baseball games? Greg was in a light blue jeans and a white T-shirt, but it was too hot for a jeans in Paul's opinion. He put on his black shorts instead, the one which cutely accentuated his butt. May be that'll get Greg's attention! They had been friends since freshman year in college - though they were as different as any two students could be. They had met at a gay bar, probably the only common attribute they had, and become fast friends. Quite a few moons later, they were twenty somethings with jobs in the same city, and still best mates. And somewhere along the line Paul had fallen hard for his friend. Neither of them had boyfriends at the moment, so why not? Well, if only Paul could tell Greg that. Shaking his long mane of brown hair, he woke himself out of his reverie. He threw on his bright red t-shirt and slipped his feet in to his favorite blue flip flops, and then admired his lanky frame in the mirror. Well, that'll do. A quick visit to the en-suite bathroom, and he was ready to roll. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "I want that", Paul was whiny again. Greg nearly rolled his eyes. "You sound like a child" "I don't care. If I have to watch a baseball game, I need that" "Really? A monster soda?" "Yup. One for me, one for you." Paul was pouting now. Greg almost laughed at how cute he looked. He really should just go ask the guy out - but dating your best friend, well, it came with complications. He sighed and bought the king size monster sodas as they entered the park and settled down near the top of the bleachers. The park was semi-empty today, may be a hundred people at most, they could see the houses on the left and the soccer field on the right. The players weren't out yet, so Greg looked around to see if there was anyone they knew. "See, none of our friends watch these stupid matches!" "Baseball isn't stupid Paul! It's actually fun, if you would just stop complaining and watch!?" Paul was pouting again. Did he even know how cute he looked when he did that? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Paul settled down, still pouting. No, he wasn't going to "give baseball a chance" thank you very much. But he had Greg all to himself for the next three hours, and his favorite soda, so life wouldn't be too bad. As the players entered the field, Paul was already enjoying the outing, chugging down the soda. By the end of the first innings, Paul had finished his monster soda and made Greg buy him another from the lone vendor moving around the bleachers. He was watching baseball for him. He surely owed him some sodas! They continued their chit chat, as he stretched his skinny legs up on the empty seat below them. He could feel the soda trickling into his bladder, but he had a large enough one to not worry. He slurrped his drink noisily as Greg jumped up and down at some "particularly good bit of play". As the second innings ended, Paul became aware of the growing pressure in his lower abdomen. His bladder was becoming really full. Well over a litre of soda would do that to a man. But unwilling to end his conversation with Greg, he decided to ignore it. He was barely aware of the need to pee, a 4/10 - he would pee at this stage if he were alone, but he could wait. He would be fine. He casually crossed his long legs and continued sipping the remnants of his second king-size soda occasionally. No more chugging it. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Greg noticed Paul's legs - crossed casually ahead of him. He looked pretty relaxed, but an hour after chugging that king size drink Greg's own bladder was pretty full. Paul had chugged two - could the leg crossing mean something more? "Ugh! That soda is going right through me" Greg commented casually, hoping to draw a reaction from Paul. "I wish the toilets weren't all the way out near the gates. I wouldn't mind running out for a quick whizz, but we are not missing this game!" "Yeah I know. I have to pay for my rom-com, right? Ugh! I know you actually enjoyed A Walk To Remember! Be a man and 'fess up" Paul wasn't biting. "Yeah, like I know you're enjoying this match. Isn't it awesome? Though I wish it were less eventful - I would be rushing to a loo right about now" Greg baited the trap further. He wanted to know! "How 'bout you?" "I am bored. This is sports you remember?" Paul smirked Greg rolled his eyes. Clearly, Paul wasn't biting. Which also meant he probably didn't need to pee at all. Paul did always have a large bladder. He decided to just enjoy their time together - they really hadn't found too much time to meet up lately. But as the vendor came by again after the end of the fourth innings, Greg decided to give his luck a shove in the right direction ...
  16. Wow this video really impressed me. She goes to great lengths to hold it, naked so we can see the bulge, and she's in a cold sweat moaning by the end!! On top of that, when the deed is done, she measures :D I'll leave it to you to find out how much she held...... Actually not that much, but that's not the point for me - I like the desperation! http://clips4sale.com/49381/6581695 I'm not uploading it, she went through too much to get that clip... I'll leave that to someone else ;) PS sorry for n00bish lack of screenshots, but at least there are a few strung together into a preview on the site....
  17. The first thing she noticed as she regained consciousness, was her throbbing head, the second thing was her throbbing bladder. Alyssa stumbled to her feet clutching her head. Her vision disoriented she nearly collapsed again trying to recall what had happened. She vaguely recalled rushing to a large helicopter with a mob of people, then blank. She looked at her surroundings she was one the very rooftop the helicopter had taken off at. That didn’t give her much though. Groaning she looked over the ledge, the building must have been twelve stories at least! Not only that, but the streets were in turmoil. Cars were either crashed or over turned, flames billowed within building windows, assuming it wasn’t one of the many buildings only left in ruins. She moaned as a pang of pure agony hit her bladder. “Guess I have to go down; there at the very least just to find a toilet.” She staggered forward towards the door leading back inside the building. As she got to the door, she brushed her long, elegant and blonde hair from her face, revealing iridescent green eyes she sighed and examined herself. She was tall and fair skinned; her body had practically perfect curves. She had long slender legs that were shown off by her tight dark blue skinny jeans. Her red t-shirt stuck tightly to her body formed perfectly around her size double D boobs. Her finely kept nails were painted purple. She opened the door and strode into the building and ran down the stairs, briefly glancing through a floor window too note she was in an office building. She cleared three floors before her bladder throbbed again. She doubled over for a second gasping. She managed to catch her grace and once again started her decent, her bladder throbbing all the while. She felt herself start to tire as she cleared two more floors and briefly stopped to take a break. She leaned against the hand-railing stroking her lowers abdomen and crossed her legs. She managed to wait five minutes all though to her in her extreme bladder desperation it felt like an eternity. She took off once again and this time resolved to make it all the way down to the ground floor. She bit her lower lip nearly drawing blood as her bladder panged. She let out a moan and slowed down, pressing her thighs together between strides. She considered stopping and peeing in the stairwell for a moment. “No, I still have my class and dignity.” She muttered, although she wasn’t show sure. She started jiggling as she tried to make it down the flights of stairs without falling or having her bladder burst. Her bladder sent another pang of agony into her system causing her to grope her crotch with a death grip. She managed to make it down the final flight of stairs in that awkward walking position. Finally as she approached the exit she almost burst out in tears. It was barricaded! “What are they trying to keep out?” She asked, although at the moment she didn’t care. She just wanted a bathroom! She started, trying to pull away anything in her way with as much effort as she could manage. Finally she cleared just enough to exit. She ran out into the streets and suddenly nearly had a heart attack. It all came back to her. She had tried to escape into a helicopter to get away from the zombie apocalypse. But she had been run over by the mob and knocked out. Suddenly as a mob of zombies spotted her she took off and managed to find an over turned car. She managed to pull the door open and slip inside. She shut the door behind her and crouched in ball. Suddenly her bladder throbbed immensely. She shoved her hand into her vagina, moaning like she was going to die. She felt a spurt of warmth flow into her panties. Tears began to flow from her eyes. She began to rock as more zombies surrounded the car. She felt another spurt fill her panties, slightly staining her jeans. She finally gained enough confidence to burst out the car and dodged a couple zombies only to be surrounded again. Finally her bladder burst. The warm pee flowed into her tight jeans, running down her legs. She uttered another moan as she felt a mixture of relief, mortification, fear and pleasure. Her jeans kept filling with pee, turning nearly black in many places. Pee began to flow in to her shoes and finally as the flood had stopped she was left standing in a puddle stunned. But the shock was temporary as a zombie lunged on top of her, biting her and infecting her.
  18. The first thing she noticed as she regained consciousness, was her throbbing head, the second thing was her throbbing bladder. Alyssa stumbled to her feet clutching her head. Her vision disoriented she nearly collapsed again trying to recall what had happened. She vaguely recalled rushing to a large helicopter with a mob of people, then blank. She looked at her surroundings she was one the very rooftop the helicopter had taken off at. That didn’t give her much though. Groaning she looked over the ledge, the building must have been twelve stories at least! Not only that, but the streets were in turmoil. Cars were either crashed or over turned, flames billowed within building windows, assuming it wasn’t one of the many buildings only left in ruins. She moaned as a pang of pure agony hit her bladder. “Guess I have to go down; there at the very least just to find a toilet.” She staggered forward towards the door leading back inside the building. As she got to the door, she brushed her long, elegant and blonde hair from her face, revealing iridescent green eyes she sighed and examined herself. She was tall and fair skinned; her body had practically perfect curves. She had long slender legs that were shown off by her tight dark blue skinny jeans. Her red t-shirt stuck tightly to her body formed perfectly around her size double D boobs. Her finely kept nails were painted purple. She opened the door and strode into the building and ran down the stairs, briefly glancing through a floor window too note she was in an office building. She cleared three floors before her bladder throbbed again. She doubled over for a second gasping. She managed to catch her grace and once again started her decent, her bladder throbbing all the while. She felt herself start to tire as she cleared two more floors and briefly stopped to take a break. She leaned against the hand-railing stroking her lowers abdomen and crossed her legs. She managed to wait five minutes all though to her in her extreme bladder desperation it felt like an eternity. She took off once again and this time resolved to make it all the way down to the ground floor. She bit her lower lip nearly drawing blood as her bladder panged. She let out a moan and slowed down, pressing her thighs together between strides. She considered stopping and peeing in the stairwell for a moment. “No, I still have my class and dignity.” She muttered, although she wasn’t show sure. She started jiggling as she tried to make it down the flights of stairs without falling or having her bladder burst. Her bladder sent another pang of agony into her system causing her to grope her crotch with a death grip. She managed to make it down the final flight of stairs in that awkward walking position. Finally as she approached the exit she almost burst out in tears. It was barricaded! “What are they trying to keep out?” She asked, although at the moment she didn’t care. She just wanted a bathroom! She started, trying to pull away anything in her way with as much effort as she could manage. Finally she cleared just enough to exit. She ran out into the streets and suddenly nearly had a heart attack. It all came back to her. She had tried to escape into a helicopter to get away from the zombie apocalypse. But she had been run over by the mob and knocked out. Suddenly as a mob of zombies spotted her she took off and managed to find an over turned car. She managed to pull the door open and slip inside. She shut the door behind her and crouched in ball. Suddenly her bladder throbbed immensely. She shoved her hand into her vagina, moaning like she was going to die. She felt a spurt of warmth flow into her panties. Tears began to flow from her eyes. She began to rock as more zombies surrounded the car. She felt another spurt fill her panties, slightly staining her jeans. She finally gained enough confidence to burst out the car and dodged a couple zombies only to be surrounded again. Finally her bladder burst. The warm pee flowed into her tight jeans, running down her legs. She uttered another moan as she felt a mixture of relief, mortification, fear and pleasure. Her jeans kept filling with pee, turning nearly black in many places. Pee began to flow in to her shoes and finally as the flood had stopped she was left standing in a puddle stunned. But the shock was temporary as a zombie lunged on top of her, biting her and infecting her.
  19. My last story was about me controlling my gf’s bladder which she absolutely loves and I love being controlled just as much and my husband Matty is my bladder master. It is always a bigger turn when he randomly decides to take control of my bladder rather than a planned holding session. On New Years Eve we were working at our pub as it would be busy and it's always a really good night. Our resident DJ who plays for us every weekend said he would do New Years for us so in the afternoon I went down and helped him set up in his usual place and then headed back home to chill out for a couple of hours. I spent the afternoon watching TV then about half 5 I went and had a shower and got dressed. As I was getting ready Matty came in and asked me if I had pee’d whilst I was in the shower. I said I had and he suddenly pulled me close and said “well that was your last one this year, no more peeing until 2016”. I felt myself become aroused at the thought and looked at the time, 6 hours till midnight. I finished getting ready and then we headed down for the evening. At half 6 our DJ started playing and the evening kicked off. Throughout the evening we had entertainment and events and it was really good fun. As time went on I kept sipping at my drink to keep myself cool as serving drinks constantly was warm work. By 10 o’clock I was starting to feel the effects in my bladder and over the next hour gradually got more and more desperate. By 11 I was busting for a pee and told Matty this. He smiled and glanced at the clock. He leaned down and whispered “only and hour to go” and prodded my bladder playfully. My drinks continued to filter through me and I continued to get more and more desperate. At 11:30 we rang the bell to let people know it was last orders for 2015 as just before midnight we close the bar so that us and the staff can join in the celebrations. We dealt with the rush of people coming to get drinks and then Matty asked me to go sort the Champagne. We give free glasses of Champagne so people can toast new year when it comes so I went to the kitchen to sort it out. I opened the bottles and filled up the glasses. It was then I realised why Matty has asked me to do it. Listening to the champagne pour into the glasses made my desperation so much worse and I took the opportunity whilst I was alone to dance and hold myself to ease the pressure pushing down on my pee hole. After I filled all the glasses I took them out and handed them round to everyone and once everyone had a glass I put the leftover glasses behind the bar and then went to close the doors as we have a policy on New Years that just before Midnight we lock the doors so no one else can come in and then we don’t let anyone else in after Midnight. We do this because of past experiences of people who go looking for anywhere that's open just to get more drink and we don’t want those sorts of people. We stay open until all our customers have had enough and leave but we don’t want staying open for anyone to come in after they have left another pub that's closing. I went round and locked the front and back door and then turned the TV;s on to watch big ben and the fireworks in London. I went and stood behind the bar with Matty and subtly pee danced. Our barmaid noticed and asked if I was okay. I laughed and said “I need a pee but I don’t want to miss midnight”. She laughed and nodded in agreement. Watching the countdown on the TV seemed to make my desperation intensify and I had to cross my legs tight to keep my pee hole closed. The countdown hit zero and Big Ben sounded and everyone cheered in the New Year. Matty wrapped his arms around me and whispered Happy New Year in my ear before kissing me. We kissed for a moment before stopping and raising our glasses. I drank my champagne which really didn’t help my poor bladder and I bobbed slightly as I crossed slightly. Matty suddenly squeezed my bladder and a leak escaped into my knickers. I gasped and he winked at me. We watched as people linked up and sang Auld Lang Syne and then when it finished people the DJ started again and it seemed people were like me in that they were waiting for midnight as when I looked over there was a queue for the bathroom. Not that that was a problem and I could use the one in the flat upstairs. I was about to ask him if I could go pee when he rang the bell telling people the bar was open again and then he went to let people out who wanted to leave. I served drinks to those who came to the bar whilst dancing and trying to keep my knickers dry for a few more minutes. The sound of the beer pouring into the glasses was almost making me leak and I found Matty looking at me smiling. After the initial rush Matty said he was going to the cellar to get some more bottles for the fridge and suddenly grabbed my hand and led me with him. He led me downstairs and pulled me towards him and kissed me. I squirmed in his arms and broke the kiss and told him I was nearly wetting myself. He smiled and said “I know, and it's so sexy watching you squirm”. He stepped back and watched me dancing and grabbing my self up my dress. I asked if I could go and pee and he shook his head and said “you don’t think I’m going to let you waste a perfectly good full bladder do you”. Hearing him say this sent my arousal skyrocketing and I just stood in front of him desperately trying not to pee myself. I managed to stay dry for another few minutes before I started leaking. I pulled my dress up and showed him the wet patch on my knickers that was steadily getting bigger and begged him to let me go pee before I soaked them. He pulled me in front of him and suddenly said “NO” and pushed hard on my bladder. The sudden pressure caused me to lose control for a moment and pee splashed onto the floor below me. I gasped and pushed my hand against my pee hole to stop it all bursting out. He smiled at me and said “take your hand away”. I reluctantly removed my hand and it started leaking out. I told him I couldn’t hold it much longer and he smirked and said “what if i do this”. His hand slid into my knickers and spread my pussy open revealing my trembling pee hole. As soon as he did this the spurts came and I couldn’t stop them. I spurted a few times and then he pushed again on my bladder and I completely lost it. Pee gushed out into my knickers and all over his hand and ran down my legs and all over the floor. I sighed out loud in relief and leaned in and kissed him as my bladder emptied all over. It kept coming and coming and eventually after what felt like forever the stream slowed down and then finished. I let out a long moan feeling relieved and now super horny. He smiled at the puddle on the floor then told me to take my knickers off. I slid them off and he threw a towel at me and I wiped my legs off and then he handed me a fresh pair of knickers. I looked at them and he said “I thought I better bring these in case you couldn’t make it to midnight”. I giggled and slid them on and he put the wet ones in a bag and put them in his pocket. I walked over to the other side of the cellar and he filled one of the buckets we use when we clean the pump lines and filled it with water and threw it across the floor to wash my pee puddle down the drain. He then handed me a crate of bottles for the fridge and smacked my butt and sent me back upstairs to stock the fridges. Needless to say it was a wonderful start to the new year and later on on the way home I had a very nice desperation sighting which made for a nice end to the night which I will write about and post later.
  20. Guys, I have started writing female desperation stories blog. It is mainly based on long holds and deliberate desperation. http://life-without-toilets.blogspot.in/ Please let me know what you guys think of the stories there and suggest me some new ideas. I will really appreciate it
  21. I would like your thoughts if I may peeps!! Basically, the question is this: Why, when desperate and in a situation whereby a bathroom is not readily available, will most girls try to hide their plight and 'suffer in silence'. Feel free to disagree, but that is my line of thinking as I don't know of any girls myself that would admit to having a seriously full bladder. Some would, I know, but most; I think at least, wouldn't. So, what do you think?
  22. I was reading Vikka's thread (I use to ask friends to watch me wetting myself and masturbating) and it inspired a memory of something that happened to me a long time ago. I was encouraged to make my own thread with the story. It is reposted nearly verbatim from the other thread. This is basically unedited (except the typos and grammar I noticed while trying). I am afraid that if I try to change anything, I am going to either change what I needed to get out and/or alter what I had written. Any errors, such as s/v disagreements; run on sentences; ending sentences with a preposition like "to"; and the like are going to stay. I cannot stop using the parenthetical remark (for examples: this one, and the following,) to clarify things. It is the way I think and express myself in the written form (much to the chagrin, I am sure, of my AP English teacher so many aeons ago.). I have digressed long enough, When I was thinking about what I did (above), it triggered memories from a long time ago. There is a point (well marked by ***** ) where I fantasized during the middle of what happened once. Hopefully it isn't too disjointed. I am going to let it pour out and post it. If I edit too much or think about it, then I will chicken out. I have a cousin (very much like Frachas - who could get me to anything for her). She would vacation with us (her mom was always working / off with some new guy or husband / fighting with her) and I remembered how she would lie out in her bikini on one of the vinyl band beach loungers. It was great access to see her pee. She could even drop the back of her bottoms and let me watch / taste her while she was peeing. Sometimes, she would tie me to the lounger and invite friends over (one each time). I would be so embarrassed and so excited. She would talk with them, while I was in full view - waiting for me to burst. I remember a couple of times that her friend would come over and sit by my feet and hold her hand over my penis (still in my bathing trunks) while I peed. Once, a friend of hers straddled me and peed on me. If we were at the beach or somewhere not near home, she would hold me close to her, making sure I was pointed down, and make us wait until we were bursting. I wouldn't get hard (I was very nervous that someone would see us - she always had her back facing to the public.). When I couldn't hold it any longer, I would pee into the sand behind her. She would pee all over me. One time a girl/young woman who was slightly older than us stopped and watched until we finished. After my cousin and I parted, she approached us and went off with my cousin for a few hours. Of course, I went through a huge crush phase with my cousin, no, I always had one on her. She had an all girl sleepover for her birthday. She and a group of her friends were in the basement all night watching TV and eating frozen pizza. I was not allowed (and even though I THOUGHT about it, I would never have crashed the party without my cousin's permission (ok, direct order). I went to sleep. She came up and told me that the trash was overflowing and I needed to take it out. Everyone else was asleep. I went downstairs and saw everyone in pyjamas on sleeping bags. I tried not to look. I cleaned up the trash and took it out of the basement door. When I went to go back in, the door was locked. I went around to the front door. Locked. The garage door - locked. Since no one else was up, I went back to the basement door and knocked. My cousin asked me what I would do to get in. It had been a few years since she had played this game with me - so I was really dense at first. I was getting cold and had to go. I told her I'd do anything she wanted to come in. She was quiet for a few minutes. I said a little louder that I do ANYTHING she or her friends wanted. ANYTHING. (I had never told anyone about our games together - so I wasn't sure what she was going to do with a group of friends present.) She asked if I meant anything, anything (our code phrase). I said yes. She unlocked the door; told me to strip; and put a huge cloth on me. I was so embarrassed. She led me to the small bathroom off of the basement. I sat in the tiny stand up shower by the toilet in just a cloth diaper. She told me to stay until she said I could leave. It was hot in the bathroom because it was next to the furnace. Fantasies (and terrors) poured through my head as I sat there. As much of one as I remember is below: (unfortunately this is only what I remember that I fantasized about what could happen. What DID happen is after the second *****) ************************************************** She unlocked the door and pulled me in. I was shivering, nervous, and cold. Then I saw all the girls smiling. Oh hell, I thought, they are going to dress me up as a girl and I am never going to get a girlfriend if they do that. They blindfolded me and took off my shirt. They made me lie down and took off my shoes, pants, and underwear. All I could think of was how much of a small penis I had (have) and how when I am nervous it almost completely retracts. I felt my ass being lifted and I thought 'oh, here comes the dress' . Something was being put on me. It was noisy and I could not figure out what it was. My cousin whispered that I could not move from that spot until she said so. I felt hands on me - and some breath and hair? Then the room got darker and I felt warmth near my face. ("Lick" was said into my ear). I extended my tongue and felt flesh. Then my nose was between someone's cheeks. I licked and she moved until my tongue went inside her. She was pushing onto my mouth for a bit and then got up in frustration. Quickly another was on my face. I licked her and she trickled a little into my mouth. She was very salty. I wasn't ready and gagged a little. She rubbed herself across my mouth and nose and came. I don't remember how many girls there were or who was on my face. The next one speared my nose into her bum. She rubbed herself off while my nose was pushing into her. After her was a taller girl. I knew that because she had to squat a longer time to get contact. She put her bum right over my mouth and my cousin said "lick deeper". I stuck my tongue inside and she tasted kind of tangy? She did not stay long and then I am not sure if or how many more were there, but I knew the smell and feel of the next girl. My cousin smothered me and let loose a flood in my mouth. I could taste her skin and her excitement. She leaned over and moved off whatever was covering my cock. ("Pee" she commanded). I tried. I was nervous and was breathing heavily. I could taste her pee in my mouth. She took me in her mouth - her teeth grazing my head. It was painful, ticklish, and wow, just wow. She sat back up, and planted her bum over my mouth ("Tease me" she commanded). I traced around her hole as her hands stroked me. I know I wasn't hard and I ached to be hard. (I felt like I was going to pee like Old Faithful and orgasm - but I couldn't do either.) She climbed off and asked me quietly if I was ok? (yes). Was I nervous? I nodded. She put the cloth something over my cock again and lay beside me, holding me. ("It's okay, it's just us here..."). After a bit I relaxed and if someone had told me I went off like a firehose. There were surprised squeals and hands on the cloth covering me. I felt very self conscious and shy and afraid of what I was to be called. Someone sat on top of my hips and peed on me. ************************* That was all I remember of the fantasies (what ifs while I was sitting there). Here is what did happen (during while I was having the fantasies). A girl got up and came into the bathroom. I looked at her and she seemed curious and embarrassed. She asked me to turn my head. I did. She peed without me seeing her. She got up and left. Another girl came in and tried to close the door, to which my cousin got up and pulled it open. She tied it open so no one could close it. Her friend shrugged and pulled her panties down and sat down. She peed and farted a lot. She got up and wiped, giving me a view of her bum and lips. She wiped front to back and tossed the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. I was beet red. The next girl ran in and was peeing before she got her panties off completely. She sprayed everywhere. I did not get to see her. Another girl came in a bit later and wiped the toilet seat with 409 before sitting down. As she tossed out the paper, I could see her damp panties as she peeled them off herself and sat down. I sneezed and felt myself peeing. The girl on the toilet just stopped breathing. Everyone ran over and crowded into the doorway. I tried to stop but I could not. I know I was burning red in the face. I knew I was going to get beaten up at school on Monday because someone would tell. I was sopping wet from my chest to my legs. When I was done, one (or two or more - i don't remember) of the girls took off the diaper cloth and showered me. They took me into the basement area and dried me off. They put my clothes back on me and I think one of them kissed my cheek. I guess I made it back upstairs to bed. No one ever mentioned what happened. I've never told anyone this before. I have had a couple of female friends who were into public wetting (and/or exhibition, masturbation, sex, wearing diapers). I never even told them about this.
  23. I just remembered another Como experience I had. I don't know how detailed or long this will be as it was quite some time ago. I believe I was about a sophomore in high school. I had just discovered that I was into pee about a year ago and I finally got the courage to start doing holds. I quickly learned that I was very good at them. I could hold for hours without a single leak. And naturally as I kept holding longer and longer I got more and more curious as to how much I could actually hold. I was at the point where I enjoyed holding and masturbating at the same time. I don't know what it was about it it just felt amazing. So I grabbed four bottles of ice mountain and went up to my room to begin. I got on my laptop and pulled up a few of my favorite videos and started drinking. After about two bottles I started to fill up. I could feel myself getting wet so I reached into my shorts and began touching myself. About an hour later I had finished all four bottles and I was filling very quickly. I was nowhere near finishing, but I was fine with that. I was in no rush. But something was different about the way that I was filling. I ws getting so full so fast. So I decided it might be time to let some out before I continued. I walked to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and pushed trying to squeeze a small stream out, but nothing came. I thought I was just nervous that I would let it all go if I let any out so I pushed a little harder, but to my dismay I couldn't pee. I ignored it and went back to my room. I would just hold a little longer, maybe if my need was greater it would come out. I went back to my room and lay in my bed cradling my agonizingly full bladder. It seemed that with every second that went by another ounce would filter into my bladder. I had to pee so bad I was sweating. But I was still enjoying it so I wasn't too worried. Soon I decided I wanted to let a little out. So I went back to the bathroom, but the same problem occurred. Nothing would come out. At this point I was beginning to panic a little. I didn't want to tell my mom I couldn't pee. I also didn't want to admit to what I had been doing. So I sat not the toilet for a while begging my muscles to release and let out the contents of my bladder. But they refused. At this point my bladder was beginning to ache. I needed to pee so badly and I couldn't. I was worried that I had actually hurt myself. I decided to pretend to take a shower. I turned on the water and paced my bathroom floor. I cradled my bladder, rubbing it i soothing circles with my free hand. I could feel my bladder spasm as it tried to release its contents, but nothing came out. I was so full that I could barely breathe. But still I couldn't pee. I had to bend over to get a full breathe in my lungs. I was in so much pain that every step sent jolts up my entire body. But I continued to pace. I needed to fix this. Finally after four hours of not being able to pee I turned off the shower and let the faucet run. I let the warm water surround my body and lay on my back in the tub. I relaxed my body and a small stream of pee leaked out of my urethra. I moaned as the pleasure washed over me. It felt amazing to finally release after holding against my will for so long. But my relief was short lived as my muscles contracted and the stream stop shooting a pain up my urethra. I groaned and curled in on myself. I needed to get this pee out. So I relaxed my body once again despite my pain and let my pee leak out of me once again. In very slow gently burst my bladder began to empty. My bladder had bulged out so far that I looked pregnant. I watched as my bladder began to shrink in my belly. With every drop that emptied I felt another wave of pleasure. After what felt like forever my stream finally ended and I lay in my tub completely drained and finally empty but also so turned on. My faucet was already running and I was already on my back. I'm sure you can do the math.
  24. Hey, all! I'm back with another story, since Desperate Dog is over. It will be a story, mostly, of extreme desperation! (I know, big shock! :O) But there will be some other fetishes included too, though not nearly as prominent, to the point where you might not even catch some of them. Along with this goes a simple concept: a bunch of girls (starting with just one and finding the others later, Mojique style) have to traverse through an RPG world while constantly bursting to piss, because of a new yellow-skinned succubus who has taken over the land, who instead of from people loving each other, gets her power from people peeing, so the key to defeating her is to keep her weak by holding as much of it in as possible. This will be accompanied by things like inventories, meters to say what each girl is feeling, traits, powers, maybe even achievements. I know what you're thinking, and yes, I AM crazy for thinking this is gonna work. But I'm gonna try it anyway! So, I'd like to make a girl for this to start things off. Let's go even crazier and make this like a typical RPG-style character creator. :3 So go ahead and pick one for each of these, and I'll go with the most common choices for them (Choosing the one I like more if it's a tie), and pick a name that I like from among the suggested ones. Character Name: Race: Human | Neko | Furry | Elf | Dwarf | Lizardgirl Age: 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 Chest Size: Flat | A | B | C | D | DD | E | F+ Skin Colour: Very Pale | Pale | Fair | Olive | Tan | Dark | Very Dark Hair Colour: Black | Brown | Blonde | Red | Silver | Purple | Blue | Green | Pink Eye Colour: Brown | Green | Blue | Red | Purple | Yellow | Silver Personality Trait: Bubbly | Shy | Brave | Kinky | Modest | Nerdy | Tsundere (Seems mean but isn't) Class: Barbarian | Ranger | Mage | Rogue | Paladin | Monk Bladder Size: Tiny | Small | Medium | Large | Huge Starting Gear: None | Little | Some | Lots I know, that's a lot of categories for you to fill in, I promise not all the parts will be like this. Once we've picked a girl, she'll start on her adventure! ^-^ Not all character creation parts will be like this either, a lot of the girls will have multiple things about them decided already. I just wanted to make this first one really involved so it'll feel like you guys really "made" these characters, so you can hopefully connect to them a bit more (and also to help with "Personality Trait", BTW, doesn't mean that will be her entire personality, it just means which of those traits would you like to give her. Also, 'modest' is different from 'shy'. 'Shy' implies she's hesitant about talking to people, 'modest' implies she's really reserved about things like nudity and other such personal things. If you have any questions for me about this that I haven't already answered in this first post, please don't hesitate to ask! Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy this one as much as you seemed to enjoy the last one. That was really overwhelming and nice to hear, you all rock.
  25. Just a short story - experience. My friend and i wanted to go to the cinema. Some hours before, he called me on the phone and told me that i should come earlier, because we had to pick up his sister. His sister is two years younger than we, she was on a flea market in the next down and was selling some old pieces wich she collected over the year. As we arrived she was standing behind a table with some things. Her legs was tight crossed, it was visible to see, that she was needing to wee really bad. ”oh my god, i need to wee so bad, my bladder is about to explode “she said. ”Help me to put this things in your car and bring me somewhere, where i can wee, please, please hurry up i can’t hold it any longer, i am holding it in since i did get up in the morning, i had not a chance to go all day long !” she was begging, with one hand pressed between her thighs. We did need about 20 minutes and she did the most erotic pee dancing i had ever seen . She pushed her skirt between her thighs and squatted down, her thighs were total naked. She did hold with one hand her bulging bladder and massaged it. She did all what a girl can do to hold her wee inside her, but just before we wanted to go, she started to leak. I could see how some drops of wee running down on her nude legs. That was sooo hot and made me total horny. Oh my god, how bad needed this girl to pee and how much i loved it. Just a few drops running down on her nude legs and then she could stop it, but my friend was afraid that she would wet his seats and putted a blanket on the backseat, for safety. “Please hurry bring me to a loo, i MUST piss, i can’t no more „ she was begging again to my friend. „It takes just a half hour until home, you are a big girl, I think you can hold it that long!“ my friend said. It was like music in my ears, to see and to hear her suffer this great pee desperation, would have been so hot for me, but she told him that she could not endure it for so long and that he should stop out of the down, on the country road. Again he said that she should hold it, just 20 more minutes could not be a big problem for her. I turned my head on looked back to her, it was soooo hot, she had one hand between her naked thighs and pressed with one finger the pee wet fabric from her panties, deep in her girl slit. Why could we not drive for some hours with this girl around instead to go to the cinema, I thought to myself. 10 minutes later she shouted „ stop, stop, it’s coming out, i am doing it in my panties!!!“ My friend could not do anything else, than to stop. She squatted down and pissed in her panties beside the car. She pissed and pissed and pissed, she must really have been full to burst. Back in the car, she told us that she was needing to wee since before noon and that it was so painful for her to hold it back for so many hours and that her bladder still hurts from being so stretched and overfilled. I think she should train to hold more and longer! I would like to teach her!
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