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  1. This is the story of the time I held on the longest I can remember! My dad worked for British Rail so I had the privilege of having some free train passes I could use when I was a teenager. I have an uncle and aunt who live in London so I arranged to go and visit them one Easter. It was a long train journey but as I love train travel it was very relaxing. So I was always (still am) somewhat embarrassed to say to anyone when I need to use the bathroom. When I was staying at my aunts I tried to not go very often and would sit and chat and hold on for as long as I could. I would never go during the night either incase I woke anyone so spent the week holding every day so many times! Their bathroom was off the kitchen and somehow if I did muster the courage to go I would inevitably meet my cousins in the kitchen or my aunt and they would want to chat! By the time I had got to the kitchen I was usually almost wetting myself and it was so difficult to remain social and decent while on the verge of wetting! I do recall dancing feverishly a couple of times and looking longingly at the bathroom so often. I never gave my aunt my dirty washing that week as every pair of pants had wet patches that week! Anyway, this particular night that week we had all sat in the kitchen having Sunday dinner. The sun was shining into the room making it warm and I remember drinking a few glasses of water with my meal. As was normal we had been to church together that morning and I was booked on the train home the next day. During dinner one of my cousins (three girls the oldest being about five years younger than me) mentioned that the youth group had a meeting on and suggested we all go since it was my last night with them. It sounded fun so about an hour after dinner my aunt gave us all a bottle of water each and some sweets and we ploughed into my uncles car to go to the youth event. The church was just twenty minutes drive away so I was expecting us to go there. I had not been in the car long when I felt a familiar tingle in my privates and realised I should have gone to the bathroom before we left. By the time we had been in the car about twenty five minutes so I was not at all worried assuming we would arrive any minute. The car kept driving. I foolishly drank som more water from the bottle as it was hot in the back of the car. I was aware I needed the bathroom a bit but I was still fairly comfortable. I looked out the window and tried to enjoy the ride while I listened to my cousins chat to their dad. Half an hour later and we were still driving! By now I had my kegs crossed and I was wondering where we were going! From what one of the girls was saying it seemed this was a joint churches thing and we were heading for another church out of town. Surely we had to be there soon? And surely there would be a toilet when we got there. Finally we pulled into a car park and my uncle turned off the engine. We had been in the car an hour now and I had last used the bathroom over four hours previously and since then I had consumed a lot of liquid! I went to open the door but there was a child lock on and the others were not getting out anyway. I really wanted to ask where we were and if we were getting out. Mostly I wanted to ask if there was a toilet anywhere I could use but I was way too shy for that. I should say this was before the days when mobile phones were standard though my uncle did seem to have one as they were pretty well off. We sat in the pitch black car park for ten minutes of more. I could see a building nearby but like everywhere else it too was in pitch darkness. If I had not been with relatives I would have been a bit scared to be honest. The only good thing about the darkness was I was able to hide my need to wee more. I placed my hand between my crossed legs and shifted around in my seat. I could feel the need much stronger and I was certain if we went home I would never last the hours journey. There was no way I could wet myself though as I was staying with relatives for one thing, I would be far too embarrassed for another and my uncle would not be happy if I damaged his car. I needed a bathroom so bad though! It was getting harder to sit still! Eventually my uncle decided to call someone. We had been in the car park over twenty minutes now and I was bursting for a pee and no idea where we were or when I would be able to go! I could hear the person on the other end of the phone telling my uncle that he was in the wrong place but suggesting we go to their house for a while instead! I hoped so badly that they lived near by. I really really needed to find a bathroom and time was running out.... My uncle switched off the phone and started the car up. I was so glad it was dark outside as I was able to have one hand wedged between my legs pushing against my vagina to try and hold my pee in. Despite having a seat belt on I kept moving around too. My cousins seemed engrossed in conversation with their dad talking about where we were now going and how they were excited etc. I was dearly wishing it would be close by and trying to figure out how I would get out the car dry when we got there. I was so bursting I actually remember putting my hands inside my trousers and pants and stroking myself. I was so embarrassed but had my body facing the car window so no-one could see. I was practically dancing in my seat and my face was screwed up. My bladder was hurting and I was getting concerned. Finally we pulled into the driveway of a very posh house. It turned out to be the church minister and his wife and they invited us all inside. My cousins were hugging them and so excited and I was standing there crossed legged hoping someone would say hello to me so I could ask quietly if I could use their bathroom please! While I stood there I felt a few drops leaking out of me and I had to suddenly shift position to try and stop myself peeing myself in a posh house in front of family and strangers. They had set up this sort of snug/TV room for us all and laid on a bit of a spread with sandwiches, juice, cakes etc. We all got comfy and I found myself sitting at the end of the sofa closest to the ministers wife who was on a large arm chair knitting. They turned on a TV and put a movie on which I have no idea what it was as all I could think of was the fact I was about to wet myself! With all the chatter and the noise of the movie I muttered to myself ‘I need the toilet so bad’ but no-one seemed to hear! Why could I not just admit I was bursting to pee and ask to use their bathroom?? Instead I sat back in the sofa and crossed my legs tightly. I was sat bolt upright and must have looked so uncomfortable. There was a small coffee table beside me and the ministers wife reminded me politely that I had a glass of juice and snacks I could have. Just looking at the glass of juice was making me so nervous. I picked up a sandwich and politely ate it though all I wanted really was a bathroom break. My bladder was aching now as I had been holding for almost two hours and not been to the bathroom for over five hours. I shifted about and tightened my muscles all I could. I even slipped my head between my crossed legged desperately longing to finger myself as the closer I got to wetting myself the more turned on I got! The noise settled as everyone else finally started to watch the movie. I tried watching it but I could not focus on anything other than the fact I was about to burst! I took a deep breath and said really quietly ‘Excuse me please, could I use your bathroom.’ Unfortunately right at that moment the movie had a loud part which completely drowned out my whisper and no-one responded. I could feel the tears behind my eyes as my urethra was pounding so hard against my vagina, my pussy lips were swollen beyond belief, my clit was rock hard and I was so wet and open. For a second I froze as a spurt leaked out just as my urethra pushed down for the millionth time that night. I could not take this a second longer. I swallowed hard, put my head down to avoid eye contact and almost cried out, ‘Please please could I use your bathroom. It’s quite urgent’ And right at that point I stood up as another drip leaked.... As I stood there, vulnerable, dripping and blushing I could feel my entire body shaking. I had reached the point of no return and if I was delayed more than a minute longer I would flood the room with hot steamy fluid! Without so much as lifting her eyes from her knitting the ministers wife said ‘of course! Up the stairs, third on the right.’ What? In a property the size of this and they had no downstairs loo? How was I ever going to make it upstairs? My urethra was pushing against my wet pants now so fast it was like a steam train about to crash. I HAD to pee. I HAD to. I jammed both hands instinctively between my legs, put my head down in utter embarrassment and bent over. Now to find this heavenly longed for place when I could relax, open myself up fully and explode like a waterfall at the edge of a cliff. My hands could feel my trousers were already damp now and I needed every ounce of energy I had to keep myself from just surrendering to my own body, allowing it the precious release it needed and relaxing into the inevitable. I knocked the room door closed with the back of my foot, leaned against the old Victorian hallway and fell back against the wall. Here was I, in my late teens, an everyday girl with shoulder length dark brown hair, navy trousers, a flowery cream and navy blouse on, deep brown eyes and breasts that only just jutted out more than my overfilled and bursting bladder. My eyes filled with tears as my knees bent and my back fell against the cold wall as I grasped myself between my legs for dear life. Finally I could undo the top of my trousers as I tried to stop myself from the inevitable, bursting open for all to see and hear! I slid one hand inside my trousers, inside my wet and warm pants and grabbed my pee hole with my fingers for all I was worth. How had I got to this state? Why was I simply unable to ask to go earlier? Now I had taken myself to a totally extreme situation where not only was I about to wet my clothes but I was also so incredibly close to having a sexually public experience in the hallway of a ministers house! What was I thinking? I saw the stairs and made a run for it...well running with open trousers, wet pants, a body bent over, a bladder sloshing about and a finger inside your leaking pussy is a site to behold I can tell you! With my free hand I held onto the railing and willed myself to hold another second...and another...and another... The tears dropped from my eyes in sequence with drops from my urethra onto my hand. I was beyond bursting and if anyone saw me I knew I would just let go. My heart was pounding, my skin sweating, my vagina screaming. Each step up those stairs was both painful and orgasmic as each drop ran down my inside leg causing electric shocks right through me! The third door seemed like an absolute eternity away. I was past being dignified. I was past holding back now. As I reached the light coloured carpeted landing I kicked my trousers off then and there. (My shoes had been removed when I came in so I only had my socks on). It didn’t even cross my mind how I would manage to come back for them or what if they were found. This was an emergency and I could not have them getting any wetter. The gusset of my flowery cotton pants was so wet and warm so as I continued to struggle on I used my spare hand to pull them down too. So here I am staggering along a hallway naked from the waist down in someone’s house with hot sexy pee running out of me despite all I could do to prevent it! One drip on the carpet. And another. Where was this door? Where was the bathroom I so desperately, longingly yearned for? Finally I came to the third door, pushed it open, and tore my hand away as I ran dripping and panting for the toilet. I turned and tried sitting down just milliseconds before a torrent of hot streaming release escaped me. It was pouring out of me so fast before I even had time to rest my bottom on the seat. I was shaking, crying and laughing all at the same time! I rested my bum cheeks on the cold plastic seat and finally relaxed as hours and hours of build up finally took its toll on my whole body. My head tipped back, my eyes closed and my mind taken to a place of utter relaxation and peace finally. This was a needed pee. This was a never needing climax that was heavenly indeed. The speed at which my body released that day was second to none. The amount of liquid, the intensity and the feelings of total release have yet to be repeated. I could not control what was happening to me. The bathroom door was wide open, I could be watched, heard or touched by anyone and I could not have cared. I was in another realm altogether, in another world, where all that mattered was getting this climax, this release. For all I could not say a word earlier about my need to pee all of a sudden here in the bathroom, alone, naked from the waist down with my discarded damp clothing in the hallway outside, I could not keep quiet. ‘Ah, ah, ah’ ‘Oh, oh, oh’ ‘This...is....heaven’ I screamed as my entire body pulsated with release, passion and ecstasy. The urine kept on coming in waves, mixed with so much mucus that ran out of me uncontrollably. Time stood still as my body reached its ultimate high. Then I sat there, suddenly aware that this went beyond peeing. Suddenly aware the door was open, I was half naked, exposed, spent and fulfilled in every sense of the word. It took over a minute before I was able to regain any sort of composure. I wiped my tired running pussy with paper. It sent more shivers throughout my body but I couldn’t go there again. I was exhausted but oh oh so happy. The tears in my eyes now were those of pure delight, happiness and peace. Whatever had just happened to me was something incredibly special, wonderful, heavenly. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and yawned. I was spent. Fully and utterly.
  2. Another story about me. This time I was in my twenties. I had several jobs one of which was cleaning the communal areas of flats. This one day I had two four storey blocks in one town and 8 three storey blocks in another town to do. I had to carry the hoover and all the cleaning stuff with me and always had bottles of water as the flats were so hot. As I was hoovering the stairs in the first block of four storey flats I felt the need to pee a bit but as there was nowhere to go I carried on. It was thirsty work carrying the hoover up and down all the stairs to plug and unplug it all the time then back up the stairs to polish the banisters and wipe all the sills down. By the time I had sprayed air freshener at every level on the first block I had drank a bottle and a half of water. I moved next door to the second block and had to do it all again. I was sweating so had to keep stopping to drink more and I could feel my bladder filling more and more. I was dancing a bit with Henry the hoover and jigging about as I cleaned but as I was so hot I still had to drink. Finally I was finished at the first town after an hour and had to head the twenty minute drive to the next town. Once I sat in my car to drive I had to concentrate on driving so the need seemed to settle down. I should have stopped off at a supermarket to pee but where is the fun in that? So I drove on not thinking I had nearly two hours work left and nowhere to pee. The flats in the second town were smaller but had a bigger landing so more hoovering. I was dancing and crossed legged as I hoovered and polished and I hoped there was no cctv watching me. By the time I got to the third block of flats I was so bursting to pee. I actually recall sticking the hoover tube between my legs to help me hold at one point! I tried to clean as quick as I possibly could and had to get into my car to move to the blocks behind the ones I had done. I remember sitting in my car with both hands between my legs thinking I could not possibly hold and clean much longer but I could not drive either! I was so full! Those last four blocks were a sight to see! I pee danced openly as I cleaned and moaned and openly said stuff like ‘god I am gonna piss myself any second’ I often wonder if anyone in the flats could hear me? I longed to open the hoover and sit on Henry and pee inside him!!!! I was leaking and dripping and by the time I finished it was dark and raining again. I sat in my drivers seat and pissed my pants so hard. It was orgasmic!
  3. Mbgpeelover

    female The day I peed in a shoe box

    Over the years I have voided my bladder in lots of different places from aeroplane toilets, to outside, from buckets to pristine posh toilets in stately homes. This is the story of the time I was once forced to pee in a shoebox! It happened one evening in December last year. I had some friends and family around and despite finding some aspects of peeing rather sexy I am also very pee shy. I find it very embarrassing to excuse myself to use a toilet...even my own! I live in an older style house with just one bathroom upstairs. I was drinking mostly soft drinks and the odd glass of wine and laughing with friends. There had been people in my house for several hours at this point and I hadn’t used the bathroom since around lunchtime. I reasoned with myself that I would just hold until people left as I always did. Making snacks, pouring drinks and heating food meant I was mostly in my large kitchen which is a room on its own. While guests did come into the kitchen they didn’t always stay so as my need to pee continued to grow I was able to cross my legs, lean on the counter and even pee dance slightly. With the holiday season and work and school not on people seemed in no hurry to leave. By ten pm my house still had quite a number of guests. By now I should really have just swallowed my pride and slipped out and upstairs to the loo. I am my own worst enemy though and the very thought made my face flush with embarrassment. Outside I (hopefully) still looked the epitome of professional host whist inside my body was fighting a huge battle! My muscles were tense, my urethra pounding against my cotton knickers and my vaginal lips were tingling. My breasts became sensitive to touch and my bladder was looking and feeling distended. It was getting to the point I would need to overcome myself to stay decent but I convinced myself people looked like they would be leaving ASAP. By 10:30 a few had started to leave but now I felt it would be even more obvious if I left to pee. Everyone would know exactly where I was going and my dignity could not cope with that. With no more food to prepare and less drinks flowing I had to mingle more out with my kitchen which meant trying to hold a very full bursting bladder among others. I quickly found an empty seat and sat down crossing my legs tightly. It was a hard wooden dining table seat which meant I could sit upright keeping my muscles tense. My whole body was screaming at me to go to the bathroom urgently. My toes were curling, my knees bouncing, my thighs clamped tight, my hips swaying, my legs tightly crossed, my muscles tightened, my bladder aching. Even the top half of my body was telling me to ‘pee now!’ With my nipples hard and erect, my face grimacing, my neck tensed. It was taking my entire body to hold. My bladder was so full I looked pregnant! Without conscious awareness I had started rocking as I spoke to people. My hands intermittently going between gripping the seat of the chair to pushing between my legs to ease the pressure. I’m sure people must have known or even been enjoying my movements but I was thinking I should stop being stupid at this point and just use the toilet I so urgently needed. Then I realised as the last few people started to leave that I should really be social and ‘see them out’ by standing up. But God I was so ready to wee it was painful now. I was also highly aroused but more than anything I HAD to release my bladder. It took three attempts at standing before I could do it without wetting. I had lost all professionalism now and I was bouncing from foot to foot. I was utterly mortified when my friend hugged me at my front door as she kept saying to her partner ‘we’d best go Harry and let Mary get to the loo. She looks frantic!’ Harry winked at me but followed his partner to the car. ‘Oh my God I am beyond desperate!’ I said to myself the second the door was closed. My hands were between my legs now as I tried to make it upstairs without wetting. I somehow made it and pushed at the door with both hands wedged between my legs as pee was dripping into my undies in preparation of sitting on the pan. But the door was locked! I hammered on the door so frantic to pee I had completely forgot my own partner at the time may also have felt too embarrassed to use our own loo or been too busy socialising he too could have been bursting. He shouted back ‘sorry love. Been holding my poo for ages and had to come quick. I’ll be as quick as I can!’ I ran into my room, stripped off my tight jeans and blouse and jumped on my bed with just my white lacy bra and matching knickers on. I knelt down with one hand inside my knickers stroking myself and the other helping me balance. I was right on the edge of pissing everywhere and the only way I knew to help get through the next few minutes was to masterbate and hope it staved off the urgency. I grabbed my toy and even inserted that in the vain hope having an orgasm would prevent my pee escaping. I was shaking now both with pee urgency and being so aroused. As I inserted my metal vibrator in and out quicker and quicker I could feel my muscles contracting and as much as I was enjoying the feeling I began panicking when I felt urine seeping through past my toy. I was leaking and about to burst my full contents of my bladder onto my bed. I pulled my vibrator out quickly and bend over the side of my bed where I kept some shoes under my bed. I had no time to do anything else as droplets of warm pee ran slowly down my inside legs. I tipped out a new pair of high heel shoes onto the floor and grabbed the cardboard shoe box like my life depended on it. I knelt over the box as a huge sudden gush of warm almost clear urine poured quickly into the cardboard show box. There was a short pause before my body suddenly shook with such intensity I wasn’t sure if I was climaxing or just shuddering with sheer and utter extreme pee desperation. Either way as I shook my urethra relaxed, my vaginal swollen lips parted willingly and my Kegal muscles pushed with such a ferocious force I almost lost my balance. My eyes closed, my body frozen, my whole being releasing to the moment. Water flowed out at high speed into that box swirling around the corners and slashing into the centre. Filling and filling at a steady and intensely satisfying speed until my body felt it had had it’s time. The stream eventually slowing, my busy finally relaxing, my whole being able to finally breathe. As the reality hit I knelt there in complete shock. I was kneeling on my bed in just my pants and bra with my pants down to my knees with a cardboard shoe box wedged between my legs full of warm foaming pee. What sort of woman does that? What sort of professional female finds herself in this situation? I stared at the shoe box in disbelief and shock as I heard the toilet door finally open and my partner shouting ‘the bathroom’s free now if you still want to use it?’ I moved the shoe box to my bedside cabinet while I unhooked my dressing gown from my bedroom door, pulled it around me and hid the shoe box inside like some dirty secret. I emptied the contents down the toilet quickly, splashed my face with cold water to calm myself down and washed my hands. I then stood on the box to fold it down and crushed it into the bathroom bin. Every time I see a shoe box I think if that day and tell myself it won’t ever happen again. The problem is no-one can guarantee that can they?
  4. Isn’t it strange how we are all innately shy about asking to use someone else’s bathroom? I mean we all know they have one, we all need to go regularly yet there seems to be some social taboo about asking to use someone’s smallest room for what is a necessary daily function. On the other hand that creates a few scenarios that lovers of desperation, like us, can enjoy. It also means that I fondly remember each and every time anyone has asked to use my bathroom. Here are a few of those events: My church friend. Elizabeth was a regular at my house. By regular I mean every two or three days. She wasn't working and was lonely and rather much the clingy kind of person who comes a little too often and stays longer than you might prefer. Even so it was still rare for her to ask to use the bathroom and she did live just five minutes walk away so I guess there was never really a need. She was, however, comfortable enough to regularly put the kettle on and help herself to biscuits! One afternoon though I was busy doing housework in my kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone and I was sure for once it would not be Elizabeth as she was a single parent of two young kids and school was due out in about 15 minutes. I made my way through the kitchen, through the living room and out to the front door. The set up of that house was rather unusual in that the only bathroom was downstairs and right opposite the front door! As I had been washing floors etc the door was wide open to allow the floor to dry. I opened the door to find Elizabeth standing there with one hand frantic between her legs, jumping up and down, bent over, jiggling about from one foot to the other and generally looking like she had not used a bathroom in so long she was about to flood my front garden and porch! I had never in my life seen her in such a state. Despite it being absolutely obvious what she may be wanting by calling at my door I acted shocked and ignorant as she continued to try and stay calm and tell me what she wanted. She danced frantically about with one hand between her legs, quickly followed by both hands there as she said she had been visiting a friend at hospital then had to get a bus back and she had been on the bus almost half an hour so bursting for the toilet and that she was running late to pick her kids up but she was passing my house and just absolutely, urgently, so desperately HAD to find a bathroom as she needed to pee so so bad it was dribbling down her legs! Of course I stood to the side and watched as she hobbled into the toilet that she had been facing all that time and I just stood there listening as she kicked the door shut and peed for over two minutes! Of course when she came out I offered to run her in my car to get her kids as they were only 5 and 8 and I was concerned about them getting out of school with no-one there for them! She came out so relieved yet so embarrassed looking and from then on she came to visit a little less often. The salesman This was in the same house. It was number 113 and was the very last house in the street. Behind the house was a huge grass area that lead to another housing estate and there were pathways leading in several directions. While it may have been the last house in the street it was a semi-detached house on a corner with a crescent running along perpendicular to the main one we were on. The main road was at the opposite end of the street so any salesmen, postmen, or delivery drivers etc always started at the main road entrance and worked their way into the scheme. After my house you had a dead end so you would have to do an about turn to head out again. I loved the quietness of that end of the scheme and it meant I had the biggest front corner garden with a huge front drive compared to everyone else. Anyway, as I said, anyone targeting the houses for sales or religion or so forth would have been doing so for several hours before they got to my house. One evening I was sitting watching TV in my lounge when I could see two people walking down my drive. It was still just daylight and I was home alone. I was not concerned at all about opening the door back then so when the bell rang I got up and went to open the door. I knew they were salespeople of some sort but I didn’t like to be rude and guessed they had been out for a while by this time of night so at least decided I should hear them out. They had a well rehearsed speech going on between them both and what seemed like a genuine rapport. What I did notice right away though was that one of them, a young man in his twenties with neatly trimmed hair, smart suit trousers, a shirt, tie and company issue waistcoat on, seemed very distracted. He was looking around the back of my house, looking at a tree beside my porch lots and shifting about from foot to foot. I wondered if he perhaps had a rather full bladder but I was soon to find out for definite. The two of them continued on with their well worn sales pitch but this one gent was seemingly struggling more and more. He was stepping on and off my small porch like some sort of rhythmic dance and then pausing to cross his legs then start the up and down the step routine again. He then leaned on my porch and tapped his foot rhythmically up and down, all the time spouting out about double glazing or roofs or whatever he was trying to sell me. Finally after about 15 minutes their pitch came to an end and they asked if I had considered whatever it was blah blah and would I like a quote for this or that. To be honest I was far too transfixed by mr handsome who was making me very horny with his desperation dance on my doorstep and the only thing I wanted to do was delay them to see what might happen next! I am sure the site of my bathroom door opposite with the obvious door sign saying ‘bathroom’ was taunting him even more too. I couldn’t resist saying I HAD been considering those new windows, or whatever and they really were making me think that my current set up was long due a rethink. I never buy from sales people at my door but there was no harm in chatting to them just a little longer now was there? I was so turned on now. My nipples were hard and erect, my pussy lips were swollen and moist and my body was so responsive. The man in front of me was dying for a pee, he was handsome, same age as me approximately and driving me wild. Of course I knew there was only so long they would stay and then they began their closure of taking my details, address and so on. My porch had a small wall to lean on so the bursting boy was trying to write my details down leaning on this tiled area. By now he was really struggling and as he leaned slightly forwards and down he slid one hand in front of his trousers in hope the porch wall would hide him and he was clearly holding himself as he jigged and bounced his legs. His colleague was asking me the relevant questions as desperate salesboy tried holding back his bladder and writing simultaneously. I smiled as his colleague asked if he was ok. A fool could see he was on the verge of peeing himself at a young ladies doorstep while working but the desperate man just moaned back which sent shivers through me. Finally the standing still man asked his utterly desperate friend if there was any questions he had forgotten to ask me to which suddenly the young man turned and faced me, pen and paper abandoned on my tiled porch, both his hands clutching his penis for dear life, bend over and with tears behind his eyes, he looked right into my eyes and asked so politely ‘Could I possibly use your bathroom madam?’ I smiled, looked deep into his eyes and winked at him. ‘Of course, be my guest.’ And I pointed to the door in front. Now to say that man peed would be an understatement indeed! I heard every millilitre come out and the sigh of relief he expressed too. I was almost having an orgasm in my pants! He came out and thanked me and they went on their way. As they walked down my drive I heard bursting boy telling his mate how he had never had to piss like that in his life and that he had started going while writing my details down. I locked the door, drew my living room curtains and masterbated immediately lying on my couch replaying what I had just seen. I never did buy what they were selling but they are welcome back at my door anytime!
  5. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  6. Call.Me.Izzy

    Female The Long Drive Home

    I received such nice comments on my other story, I decided to try my hand at another. =) Also, I just sold the car (the co-star of this story) a few weeks ago. She was my first, and I loved her. Baja, baby, this is for you! [Everyone else, feel free to judge me. ] Again, I'll start with a little background. If you prefer to skip straight to the desperation, scroll down to the ALL CAPS HINTING! The first semester of my senior year of high school was a busy one. Anyone who's read my last story may have guessed by now I'm something of an academic. Not necessarily by choice--I've never been a good student, by any stretch of the imagination. I just happen to be passably smart and have super-driven-immigrant-turned-doctor parents. Any first generation American students will probably understand this. The point is I spent a lot of time working school stuff, both during, and after school hours. This included a number of extra curricular activities, in particular dance, acting, and singing. I was in basic choir all four years of high school, and competition choir for the last three years. Since the latter counted as an extra school course, I was behind on some of my classes when it came time for graduation, and had to take a practical course (computer, in this case) at the local community college. I was pretty 'eh' on the whole matter. Part of me said, 'Whatever, it's a computer class. I'll be learning how to use the internet to search for chicken pot pie recipes.' Another part of me said, 'It's my senior year, and I'm spending my nights (after choir practice, and before theater rehearsals) in a chilly classroom full of middle age men who don't know what flash drives are.' In any case, I sucked it up (or was forced to), and made the trip out. The class was...well, we spent the first day learning how to safely turn on a computer. Completely understandable for a generation who had missed out on that, but I was born in '89. I grew up on the internet, so I spent the majority of my class time playing forum roleplays. The second night I was there, the older gentleman (early 60s, maybe) seated next to me started asking questions. I couldn't just not tell him how to turn on his monitor, but it seemed that small instruction opened the flood gates, and suddenly we were the best of friends. This was back in my cripplingly shy days, so the fact that I was chatting in such a...friendly manner with a man who could have been my grandfather was strange for me. It was made stranger still by the fact that when I left that evening, he offered me a ride home. Now, it's entirely possible he was just being sincere, but some of his gestures had been just a little too friendly, so I politely declined and quickly headed toward my car. And that's how things went for some time--class would finish, and I would hightail it out of there to avoid talking to him. In the class of about 40 people, I was, at seventeen, easily the youngest by at least ten years, so there wasn't a whole lot to be done for it. A few weeks before Christmas, I started chugging coffee and other caffeinated drinks with an unhealthy fervor. Finals were approaching, as well as a Christmas concert, and Christmas dance recital, a Christmas musical, and a performance for a piano class. In addition to the holiday and its festivities, both my brother and I were trying to incorporate birthday plans (he was to turn 15 on the 15th of December; I was turning 18 on the 24th), while also balancing school things. I've always been a multitasker, but I'd taken to coffee just to keep on my toes. This particular evening, I was coming from a dance rehearsal, meaning I had a half hour commute, which was plenty of time to chug a 30oz iced coffee on an empty stomach. The water bottle I saved for class, when I knew the caffeine would have me feeling thirsty. DESPERATION STARTS HERE! Having gone straight from school to dance, and back to class, I hadn't gone to the bathroom since lunch time that day; the computer class started around 8pm, but I wasn't too worried, since aside from the coffee, I hadn't had anything but a soda, and some more coffee that morning (I should mention I drank a LOT of coffee back then. Still do. Bad habit for which I feel no shame). I sipped the water bottle throughout the two hour class, without feeling much but a small twinge, which I ignored, because I was already the youngest in the class, and didn't want to make myself any more known by having to leave in the middle of lecture. As class went on, it went from a twinge to a gentle reminder. Sort of a, "Hey, Iz. You should go use the rest room now." I crossed my legs and ignored it. My creepy older friend from before was sitting next to the door, and there was no way I'd be able to get past him without starting a conversation. Besides, I had the feeling that if I tried to stand, I'd end up doing a subtle 'potty dance', and that was the absolute last thing I wanted this guy to witness. Half an hour later, at the end of class, I was jiggling my leg as I packed up my stuff. I hurriedly shut of my computer and headed for the door, determined not to talk to anyone, as I was pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to stand still. It wasn't until I got to the door of the classroom, I realized I had no idea where the bathroom was. 22-year-old Izzy would have just asked. 17-year-old Izzy saw too-friendly guy heading toward her and bolted. It was a twenty minute ride back home where I could relieve myself in peace. I could make it. And relief it would be. I'd finished my water bottle without thinking, and the absurd amount of caffeine I'd taken in that day was wreaking havoc on my bladder. Since I was still at the college, I couldn't very well hold myseld, though now that I was up, it was all I wanted to do. Instead, I hunched over slightly and sort of hobbled to my car, giving Mr. Too-Friendly a strained smile as I passed him and headed toward my car. Sometime in there, my desperation went from 6 to 8. As soon as I sat down, I rammed one hand into my crotch and leaned forward so fast, I almost brained myself on my steering wheel. I seriously considered going back inside, but I was a) too afraid I'd leak if I stood up, and B) mortified at the idea of having to go back into the building just to ask where the bathroom was. I sat and rocked and just sort of squeezed for a few minutes, knowing I couldn't go back inside, knowing I could make it to home if I just found a comfortable position. The pressure was getting a bit painful, and my muscles, yet untrained in this sort of thing (but remembering the ACT torture) were not game to play. I couldn't fold my legs, since I was supposed to be driving, so I kept my hand in my crotch as I started up the car. It was late, and my house was a ways away, but the roads were almost empty at this time of night (10pm, and the college was on the other side of town from my place, between which lay a good deal of undisturbed country road). I could speed and cut my time down to fifteen minutes. As soon as I pulled out an onto the road, though, the control I had managed to regain shattered, and I absolutely knew there was no way I was going to make it home. It was too late to turn back--if I stood, I'd lose it for sure--but I couldn't keep driving either. At this point, my attention was completely on my aching bladder, and I was a new enough driver that it would be dangerous to try and make it. At first, I only thought about wetting. I was seventeen, after all, a senior in high school and way too old for that sort of thing. And what would I tell my parents? My next thought was of heading to a gas station, but the closest one was at least ten minutes away, and as my bladder contracted in protest, I moaned and hunched over, eager to relieve myself as soon as possible. I was just thinking I'd give up and turn around when a car pulled out in front of me. I put my foot on the break instinctively, and managed to avoid collision--but at the cost of jolting my bladder. Between the surprise of the car and the sudden movement, I spurted suddenly into my leggings and shorts (as I'd just come from dance). I froze. No. No. No, this couldn't be happening now. No-- But my bladder had been stretched to its limits, and once my body got a taste of relief, it wanted more. I sat there, clenching, fighting, trying to hold back the flood, but there was no stopping it. It soaked through my clothes at an impossibly fast rate, and even as I tried to hold back, the relief was so amazing, I couldn't help but moan. The other car had pulled away, so I was just sitting there in the middle of the road, a few feet from a stop sign, peeing uncontrollably and moaning in the dark. I forgot about what I'd tell my parents, and what it meant to be seventeen and having an accident, and lost myself in the relief of the moment. By the time I stopped, both me and the carseat were soaked. I just kind of sat there, dumbfounded for a minute, before it occurred to me that I was still on the road, and really should be moving to avoid suspicion. I pulled up to the stop sign, turned on the radio, sighed, and started laughing. The trip back was a much more pleasant experience. Once I got home, I snuck into the garage, found some leather cleaner, and fixed up my car, glad none of it had gotten onto the carpet. Next, I rinsed myself with the hose before going inside to face my mother. This is where the acting part came in. =) "What happened?" she asked, clearly aghast at my soaked appearance from the waist down. I made a face somewhere between shame and pity-me. "I slipped in the mud on the way to my car. The college classrooms all close at ten, and they turned out the lights on me, so I just--" "Aw, poor thing! That's dangerous, they really shouldn't..." She was saying other things, but I knew since I'd triggered maternal instinct (she hated me driving country roads so 'late' at night), I'd be okay. I threw my clothes in the wash, hopped in the shower, and almost immediately started thinking whether it was weird that I'd enjoyed the whole ordeal as much as I had. -FIN-
  7. Bees

    An Extreme Hold!

    Hey, I'm back! 😄 As you may know, I ran out of ideas with my last story, but if this goes like I think I will, then this one won't end as abruptly, and I can keep it going for a while. ^_^ My basic idea for this one is, a girl who enjoys holding it wakes up one day and decides to hold for a long period of time. You guys get to choose the girl, how long she holds for (or tries to), what she does, who she meets, and where she goes. (When she finally loses it, I will keep it going with later stories of the girl and her friends. c:) First of all, we'll have to pick the girl. What is her age? I'm thinking anywhere from 15-25, but any age is fine. Her hair colour? Any colour is fine, really. 😛 Her bust size? Doesn't have to be exact, either, 'big' and 'small' work just as well. Her holding capacity? Her name? And finally, is she just a human? Or should we mix this up and make her a neko? (And depending on the girl in question, I might be able to make a picture of her in the program I use called Kisekae 2. :P)
  8. Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
  9. Shorts wetting View File Recreating an accident I had stuck in traffic on holiday. Submitter wetchris Submitted 08/17/2018 Category Peeing  
  10. So, this will be my first time writing an interactive story, and I think I’ve got a story that will work pretty well for it. My idea is, a girl wakes up naked in a dungeon, and must fight her way out of it. The only problem is, there are no bathrooms. So of course, the girl must fight off monsters, as well as her urge to pee! Now, just a fair warning, this story will mostly be focused on her desperation. I won’t have her wet a whole lot, for 2 reasons. I’m more into the desp stuff myself, and I feel like I’m not too good at describing wettings. ^^; The story will focus on a girl of your choosing (we’ll get to that soon), and she’ll be travelling around the dungeon, fighting monsters, picking things up and adding them to her inventory as she gets them, it’s like a dungeon-crawling RPG game. I hope that makes sense. So, you’ll be deciding on the girl. Everything about her! First off, her age. The older she is, the more control she’ll have over her bladder, and the less likely she’ll be to pee somewhere that’s not a toilet. I’m fine with doing loli, if that’s what’s picked. Secondly, hair and eye colour. These are just for aesthetic purposes. Third, her bladder capacity, from 1-10. 1 being problematically small, and 10 being, on long road trips she doesn’t have to stop once. :P Then, her bladder fullness at the start. Is she bursting right from the get-go, or does it build gradually? Let’s do this percentage-wise, from 0 to 100. She can go above 100, but it’s much, much harder to hold it then. And finally, stats. I’m giving her 30 points to spread among these. HP - How much damage she can take. This will be multiplied by 10. ATTACK - How much damage she does. DEFENSE - How much damage she resists. SPEED - How likely she is to dodge an attack, or attack first. MANA - Her magic power. HOLDING - Her ability to hold her pee. These will increase as she levels up. She starts at level 1. If nobody can agree, then they will end up being equal. You can also choose the girl’s name, if you feel so inclined. :P I hope this takes off, I really want to write this story! >u<
  11. So as I mentioned in my last story, I have been into desperation for as long as I care to remember. Both male and female. I have not though witnessed very much in my life. Like all of us desperation fans I wish I could see more but it's obviously not something that happens a lot. True desperation to me is almost overwhelmingly exciting so when it does come around I consider myself very very lucky. My parter and I have been together for coming up to seven years. When I say she is beautiful I'm not saying it as she's beautiful to me, I mean she is beautiful to everyone. I am, and will always be baffled as to how I managed to snag such a beautiful, kind person. She has long brown hair and a body she has worked long and hard on. I won't waist your or my time describing her, my Jess looks and sounds exactly like you want her too but know this, she is shy and lovely and on this particular day she was wearing a red long sleeve top and jeans. We had been together for 6 years at the time and were well into planning our future. At this stage though we were having too much fun to rush into marriage and children and debt. I had come to know her family very well. I liked them more and more with every meeting. The only member that scared me though was Jess's sister Melanie. Mel, it would seem had had a pretty hard life. She'd had a baby to a loser at 16 and struggle to pay the rent when he disappeared leaving her to raise young Matt on her own. She did though and 14 years later met a man, Cameron who also had a teenage son, Chris who was 13. Anyway they decided to get married, so they did. They went on a honeymoon to Vietnam for a week and Jess and I (we had been living together for 3 weeks) looked after the young boys Matt and Chris. As a special bonus for Melanie and Cameron though we decided to take the boys on a holiday of their own the day Mel and Cam got back from their honeymoon. We took them to Queensland for a week, going to all the theme parks and spending much of our time on the beach. Matt and Chris were both really good kids and the fact that both Jess and I weren't their parents trying to boss them around made for a really good week away. I new Chris was infatuated with Jess but honestly I couldn't blame him. We spent our last morning in Queensland having breakfast in the hotel we'd stayed at for the week. We had already checked out of our rooms earlier on and were ready to go by 11am. Time to spare as our flight back to Melbourne was not until 1245. We all finished our breakfast and juices, Jess grabbed a take away coffee for herself and we headed to the hire car to drive to the air port. We piled in, luggage and all and drove the 15 or so mins to the air port. It should have been 15 or so minutes but it was not. It was hell from the get go. We didn't really know our way around Queensland and were kind of relying on the GPS to get us to where we needed to go. Jess had set it for the airport and we thought thats where it was taking us but soon realized that it was taking us to a hire car place around 20 mins out of our way. We drove there, realized what we'd done then headed back for the airport. It was now 1130 and Jess was getting pretty worried about making it to the airport on time. When we finally got the GPS to work it said we were 30 mins from the airport. Then it froze and no amount of technical tapping would get it to work again. We drove in the direction we thought was the right one and stopped at the nearest service stations we could to get directions. 'I might just stop into the loo while your getting directions' said Jess. 'Me too' said Matt 'Might as well too' said Chris. We all started to walk towards the service station when Jess’s phone rang. 'It's Mel' she said turning away and answering the phone. Mel was going to pick us up from the air port so it was a call that needed to be taken. Myself and the boys went to the toilet and then I spoke to the guy behind the counter who said that the easiest way was to jump on the freeway and follow the signs. I walked out of the service station just as Jess was hanging up the phone. 'The guy said take the free way. About 35 mins from here. I think we're going to miss our check in' The boys were waiting in the car and I jumped into the drivers seat and started the engine. I didn't mean to ignore the fact that Jess hadn't been to the bathroom at the service station but it just happened that way. She got into the passenger seat and buckled up and we were on our way. 'So we have to return the car and get the deposit back. I'll do that and you check in our luggage. Hopefully if all goes to plan we will still make the check in and have some time to sit back and relax' I looked over too her and smiled. She was ever the optimist. Kind hearted to a fault and always looking on the bright side. She grabbed her coffee from the cup holders and took a big drink. I caught her eye. 'What' she said 'Positive thinking. I've read the secret and I think their onto something' I smiled and shook my head. We were on the freeway and the signs were indeed pointing the way. It wasn't until we were about ten minutes away from the airport that something occurred to me. 'Oh god' I said 'Did you get a chance to go to the toilets back at the service station' She put her coffee back in the cup holders. I wondered how much was left in it but by the looks of it it was pretty close to empty. 'No, I was talking to Mel the whole time. It's fine. But I will go at the airport before we get on the plane' 'Sorry about that' I said 'I didn't even think' 'That fine, who can think when we're this pressed for time' 'Are we going to miss our plane' came Matts voice from the back. I looked at the time on the dashboard. Just on twelve. 'Possibly' I said looking over to Jess who raised her eyebrows. She picked up her coffee and appeared to finish it off. I got the feeling she was nervously drinking. She'd just polished off a large coffee in no time. 'We are going to be cutting it fine aren't we' asked Jess. 'The wrong side of fine I think, but we'll see. If all goes to plan we'll make it' We got to the airport at 1220. 25 mins to return the car, check in our luggage and make it to the gate. We pulled up to the hire car joint. 'Ok' I said to Jess 'You take care of the car, we'll meet you at the check in. Boys you're with me'. We grabbed the luggage and headed for the luggage check in. We found the check in isle and hopped in line. I was talking to Matt about how my old man probably had the same haircut as he did when he was younger, back when it was cool, when Jess came up behind us. 'All good?' I said 'All taken care of' she lent in close and whispered to me 'I need a wee' I looked at her and then to the line ahead. We were almost at the front. 'Can you hold it till the plane'. In hindsight I should have whispered it back. 'Hold what till the plane' asked Chris. 'Nothing honey' said Jess. She looked back to me and whispered into my ear once again 'If you see one let me know. That coffee moved really fast' she put her hand on her bladder as if to show me where it had moved too. I wasn't surprised. She'd had a coffee in the room before we left, a large freshly squeezed juice at breakfast and a large coffee to go as we were leaving for the air port. She was shifting her weight ever so slightly as we were called up to book in our luggage. As the lady handed us our tickets she said 'There you go guys, gate eleven but you'll really have to hurry. That flights almost finished boarding'. We headed for our gate as fast as we could. 'Looks like you'll have to wait till the plane' I said to her. She smiled and rolled her eyes and did a sort of curtsy as she walked. 'Are you ok auntie Jess?' said Chris. 'Fine, yeah' said Jess smiling and giving him a playful push forward. 'Lets hurry though' We made it to our gate and were quickly ushered on the plane and to our seats. It appeared we were the last to board. Jess, Matt and I were on the window, Matt taking the window seat and me taking the isle. Chris was on the isle in the center next to me. Almost as soon as we were sitting down the plane pulled away and began to taxi. I noticed Jess was bouncing ever so slightly in her seat. Barely noticeable to even myself. To anyone else nothing would have been a miss but as I've said before, I know her well. She does not bounce. She lent over to me and said 'I need a wee' again 'I know' I said back to her 'Sorry we were so rushed but we'll be in the air soon and you'll be able to go' That of course was a completely fitting thing to say. I knew she was pretty desperate, she wouldn't have said anything otherwise. In the 6 years I'd know her she'd only admitted to me that she needed the toilet on about 3 or 4 occasions. That being said it wasn't incredibly exciting because she was almost definitely ten minutes away from being able to pee. Ten minutes of desperation is great but nothing to right home about. The plane taxied for about 5 minutes and then sped up and left the ground. We were up in the air for about 10 mins, all the while Jess was watching the seatbelt sign feverishly but it was still illuminated. 'Not long now' I said to her giving her a playful shove. 'Better not be' she said Ten more minutes passed and still the fasten seat belts light was on. Jess had her legs crossed, something that definitely didn't seem all that natural. She did seem fairly composed though. Not bouncing of shifting her weight. Just crossing her legs. 'Any second now' I said. This time she didn't say anything but instead scrunch up her eyebrows and upturned her mouth, if you know what I mean. We had been on the plane for half an hour. Matt was happily watching a documentary about the JFK assassination, which I thought was cool but weird. Chris was leaning over towards me talking about wrestling or something and Jess was sitting beside me, legs still tightly crossed. 'Why aren't the lights off yet' she said to me, appearing to stretch. I knew though that it was something else. 'I don't know' I said honestly 'I haven't even seen a flight attendant since we sat down' She once again lent in close and whispered 'I really have to pee'. A moment later the captain made an announcement. 'Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is your pilot speaking. Welcome to flight 567 from the Gold Coast to Melbourne. Apologies for the inconvenience but we are expecting some turbulence within the next half an hour or so. Due to this we have had to delay all mid flight catering until we are safely through the turbulence. The seatbelt signs will remain on and we ask that you keep your seat belt fasten and remain in your seats until the seatbelt sign is turned off. We are scheduled to land at Melbourne Airport at 1500 hours or 3pm where the weather is stormy with a high of 26 dropping down to 14 overnight. Sit back and enjoy our on flight entertainment and we will do our best to get some catering around to you just as soon as we can. On behalf of myself my co-pilot and the cabin crew, We hope you enjoy your flight' I was instantly taken back to our train trip from 5 years back. I looked over to Jess who despite the obvious bad news, seemed to be quite calm. 'Ehhhgg. The worlds against me being comfortable today' she said it to me but Chris on my right obviously heard. 'Are you ok auntie Jess. Do you still need to pee' 'I'm fine, just need to stretch my legs' she was blushing. I could tell that Chris wasn't convinced. I knew he had a big crush on Jess. She wasn’t a blood relation so I guess I couldn't blame him. I started to wonder if maybe Chris’s attraction to Jess transcended into my fetish. I don't know why I thought it but I did. I didn't have long to think about it as the promised turbulence hit. It didn't hit hard but it did hit. Once more I turned to Jess. 'How are you doing beautiful' I said putting my hand on her thigh. 'Fine' she said 'You know when you think your close to being able to go, makes you need to go a little worse. I'm fine now. Just looking forward to being able to stand' A while later and still the seat belt sign shine bright. Jess was moving around a little to my left. Both the kids had their earphones in and were happily watching the screens in the back of the seats. 'Are you desperate' I said, a little more confident than usual. 'Getting there' she said rubbing her hands together in her lap. Then she said it again with more emphasis 'Getting there fast' I didn't want to pass up this opportunity to talk about her need as I wasn't sure if I would ever see her in this situation again. She had mentioned her need around two hours ago. The fact that she mentioned it to me meant it was at least a pressing need, otherwise she'd have said nothing. An hour ago she had lent in and said 'I need a wee'. That was a bit different from saying ‘I might pop into the loo’. It meant that she was desperate. It meant that she had to physically hold on. That was an hour ago. That meant that she had been desperate to pee for at least an hour. I didn't know how to proceed so I just said 'Are you going to be ok' 'I will when they let us up' 'And what if they don't'. I wasn’t sure if I was pressing to hard but it turned out I wasn't. I also didn't really think they would keep us in our seats for the whole 2 hour flight. The though seemed absurd somehow. 'I don't even want to think about that' she whispered cutely 'Just gotta pee. They surely won't keep the sign on the whole way back will they. The turbulence isn't even that bad' She had crossed her legs once more and was definitely starting to look a little more desperate. I felt for her a bit. The toilet was only like twenty steps behind us. It must have been pretty frustrating knowing she was so close to relief, but like a school girl had been told to stay in her seat until the bell rang. 'I can't be the only one who needs to go. I may need to go the worst but surely there are others who were counting on going to the bathrooms on the plane'. 'You have to go the worst' I whispered back to her with concern. 'I'd hate to think that anyone might need to go more. Especially some nice old lady' I didn't want to push things any further. I now knew that she was desperate. Her words coupled with her minor fidgeting would no doubt make for an interesting couple of minutes I hoped. As I said, the turbulence really wasn't that bad. I was sure that any second they were going to switch of the seatbelt sign and Jess would finally be able to pee. But they didn't. No announcement, no flight attendance no nothing. Jess was not being overly open about her need but every now and then she would look at me with a look that simply said 'I have to pee'. Matt finished his movie and took out his earplugs. Jess did her best to stop her fidgeting as we began to talk about the fun we'd had on our holiday. Jess though was definitely finding it hard to join in on the conversation. 'Are you ok, is something wrong' asked Matt giving Jess a strange look 'She has to pee' said Chris from beside me 'But they won't let us get up' I hadn't even noticed he wasn't watching his movie anymore. 'Why don't you just go anyway' The question hung in the air but that's all it did. I changed the subject as quick as I could. I knew Jess would be very uncomfortable with the current conversation. 'So what did your sister have to say' 'Oh yeah. She didn't know where she was going to pick us up from. I have to call her when we get off the plane. She said she would work something out' For the next half an hour Jess fidgeted and moved fairly regularly. Every now and then saying 'come on' to the seatbelt sign. The turbulence was fairly bad but I didn't even notice. I was to busy enjoying being stuck next to Jess as her need slowly turned from being well concealed to becoming fairly noticeable. Still no announcement and still no flight attendant. It was odd but I was enjoying every second. I don't think I was the only one. Chris to my right was leaning across the isle watching Jess like a hawk. It had been an hour and three quarters since we took off. I knew we would be descending soon and I said as much. 'Looks like you'll have to hold it till we get to the airport' Jess let out a sigh of resignation. 'This is crap' she said then lent forward and pressed her head upon the seat in front of her. About 10 mins later there was a ding sound. The sound that usually signifies that the seat belt sign has been turned off. My heart sank a little but I had enjoyed her desperation very much. 'Oh thank god' said Jess reaching for her seat belt. 'The lights not off auntie Jess' said Chris. He was right and I knew we had started our decent. Jess froze beside me. 'What the hell' she whispered to herself in frustration. Then music to my ears. 'Ladies and gentlemen we have started our descent into Melbourne airport. We apologies for the cancelation of your in flight refreshments but due to the rough conditions we were unable to prepare them for you. The seatbelt signs are once again on and we ask that you make sure all carry on luggage is stored safely away as we brace for landing. Once again we thank you for flying with us and we hope you choose us on your next time in the air' Someone up ahead shouted 'Not a chance' which produced a healthy bout of laughter. 'Sorry honey' I said to Jess. ‘We'll get to a toilet at the airport' She winced ' He said once again on. Did they forget to turn them off' She began to fidget once more, not much but she was definitely wearing a worried look on her face. She crossed her legs and bounced the top leg rhythmically, Then uncrossed them again. We didn't descend for long before we could see land below. Ten mins later of the same mild seated desperate pee dance from Jess and we had landed. We grabbed our luggage, preparing to be off quickly but it didn't happen that way. Because of where we were seated we had to wait a fare while to make our way off. Jess was standing the whole time. She was pacing a bit on the spot but I knew she was struggling to not do a full on pee dance. We finally made it off the plane and into the airport proper. 'Ok' started jess ' You guys go get the luggage, I'm going to find the toilet' She tossed her carry on to me and made to leave when her phone rang. 'Pretty sure you're supposed to have them turned off on the plane' said Matt pulling his own out and switching it back on. Jess rolled her eyes and answered the phone. 'Mel' she said into the phone. She was dancing around subtly with her free hand balled up at her side. 'Ok, we have to get our luggage but call me when you're about a minute away from passing....ok...I'll see you soon. 'Whats happening' I asked 'I'll tell you in a second. I'm seriously about to pee myself' she said and walked off in the direction of the toilets. 'We'll meet you at the luggage train' I called after her. I stood there fairly stunned. I guess the fact that she was only a couple of minutes from being in a toilet had wiped her shyness away. I would have put money in the fact that she would never say that in front of the boys. I'd have lost apparently. I assumed that was it I really did and I was ok with that. I was glad she was going to be more comfortable and I had definitely enjoyed the plane trip and yeah, she was on her way to the toilet so this particular episode was done and dusted. Thats what I thought at least. I was very very wrong. End Part 1
  12. View File Desperate struggle of a leaky bursting bladder Desperately trying to keep holding on whilst leaking Submitter Despholder Submitted 01/31/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
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  14. View File Frantically leaking - bursting naked Was pretty sure I have added this video to the pack, however I had a really though finding it so here it is. This is one of the hottest videos I've seen out there. She is naked absolutely bursting all spurting out as she frantically tries to move around. More of her: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/98261/hot-poison Submitter Despholder Submitted 02/03/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  15. So I woke up this morning needing a wee. Already pretty desperate I reached over, silenced the alarm, and picked up and woke up my laptop. I could feel my bladder, full, tense, bloated within me. A strong urge in the tip of my penis, and a tightness in my crotch where I was firmly clenching my muscles to hold back the pee. Logging into this site, I chatted with someone for a good hour or two, my desperation growing and growing, me wriggling in bed, squirming in bed, crossing my legs as I typed. More and more often I had to stop typing to hold myself for a moment, squeeze the end of my penis to numb the now almost undeniable urge to pee. Then it happened. As I typed a message, I wriggled, clenched, wriggled, squirmed, desperately trying to finish typing the message I was writing before I reached away from the keyboard to hold myself again. Suddenly a spurt came out, shooting through me and out into my pyjamas. Instantly I grabbed myself and squeezed, clenching hard for all I was worth. i stopped the leak, but I knew I couldn't hold much longer. By now I could feel the telltale sensation of the muscles in my crotch fluttering, spasming with the effort I was asking them to make. I asked the person I was chatting with if I should wet, or just go and pee 'normally.' Squirming, squirming, clenching and squirming to hold on, I waited for the reply. My bladder was heavy inside me, a slight bulge in my lower tummy the outward sign of inward turmoil. 'Wet' came the reply. Far more eloquently put, but the one word I saw was the one that mattered at that moment. Flutter. Flutter.....clench ,hold.....I knew I was in the last few seconds of being able to hold it in. I grabbed my phone, and, one hand squeezing myself and one hand stabbing at the phone to get it into video mode I dashed for the fire exit door. Outside the chill morning air hit me and I started to leak. Holding it back as best I could, feeling pee leaking past my muscles and flowing out of me in dribbles and spurts I hit record, and sat down....... ______ The video is here.....it's a bit different to usual in that there's no real desperation in it, which is why I've described that above - I was already leaking by the time I hit record - and it's hand held, as I simply didn't have time to set it up not hand held! Bear in mind though, that I'm peeing from just before it starts, until a couple of moments before it ends..... ;) I was very very full! pjsitdesp.mov
  16. So due to someone requesting the full version of this story repeatedly... I will now tell what happened when I was on a family vacation in Arizona! My family and I were on a vacation going through Arizona last summer, and it was just gorgeous!! We flew into Phoenix and drove up to Prescott to stay for the majority of the vacation. The views were just breath taking!!! I never knew how gorgeous the desert could be. One of the days that we were there my parents and I decided to take a trip out to Sedona and Flagstaff as the rest of our family stayed in Prescott. We drove into this mountain range made up of rock formations that were even more amazing. As we were on this adventure I was well stocked with 4 of the larger gatorades to keep me hydrated. It was close to 105 degrees outside!!!! As we were probably half way through the mountain range, that probably took about an hour and a half to drive through, I had downed one bottle of gatorade and was on to my second. I wasn't feeling any pressure or anything, maybe at a 4. Soon I decided to read a book I had started earlier and got caught up in that. I was sitting in the backseat all by myself as my parents were up front with my mom driving. As time went on I was mindlessly drinking the gatorade and not really thinking anything of it while I read. When we finally were getting out of the mountains (which side note for anyone traveling!!! When going through this mountain range towards Sedona, you go through the CUTEST mountain side village!!! If you are in Arizona this is a must see to at least drive through!!!! It makes you feel like your in a whole other country haha. Now back to the story....) I had just finished off my 3rd gatorade. I was starting to feel a tiny bit bloated which was a sign I had to pee and I was very soon going to desperately NEED to pee!! About a half hour later we had passed through most of Sedona, which I would have to say was the most beautiful place in my opinion, and we were now hitting the outskirts of the town. I looked up from my book and soon realized that we had turned into a parking lot and my mom parked the car in a shaded area that was a little further away from a restaurant. My mom said that they were hungry and were going to go eat now. I said "Ok,...I just have a few more pages to go on this chapter. I'll be join you guys in a few minutes if thats ok!" So they left me in the car with the windows open a third of the way allowing me to not overheat(!!!) and out of habit my mom locked the car as she left. I sat there beginning to squim now that they were gone. The bloating in my abdomin had turned into a solid rock in my bladder. I just wanted to finish these last few pages....but I was getting strong urges!!!! I had been ignoring all the signs of my bladder filling up but what could a few more minutes hurt?? So I put my hand down there to hold myself and kept reading. After 5 or so minutes I finally finished the chapter and I was on the verge of bursting!! That gatorade was hitting me hard and I NEEDED TO PEE!! There was no question about it! I saw that the doors were locked so I reached over to the unlock button up at the drivers seat. I hit the button but nothing happened....I tried it again! But no luck. I looked over to the door to see if I could pull the tab up but these darn things practically went straight down into the door and there was no way of pulling these lock tabs up!! I just quietly said "oh dear...." with slight panic in my voice. I then grabbed my cell phone out of my bag and tried to make a call to my parents who were just in that restaurant. But there was NO SERVICE!!! Then I realized that this was not going to be good. I was in a rental car that was relatively new. When we first got it at the airport I remember my parents saying it only had 115 miles on it!!! How could a rental car that is so new have something wrong with it already!!! So I sat there, with one of my hands staying in my pants and the other just over my bladder as I was trying to strategize what I was going to do next. Then I realized 'Oh my gosh!! Pee in the gatorade bottles!!!!' For a few seconds I felt such great relief to think about that solution but when I looked down they weren't there!!! My mom must have thrown them out. And there was no hope with the remaining full bottle!! I thought about just pouring it out the window but I didn't feel confident with successfully being able to poor all the gatorade out of the window that would have just needed to be opened just a tiny bit more..... I even thought about trying to chug that whole gatorade to empty the bottle!! But as I tried to take a few gulps it just made me a zillion times more anxious I could feel my bladder screaming at me to stop or it was going to release everything right then. I was going to pee! I was beyond desperate! This was getting really really really bad! And my bladder was starting to convulse. It was painful and I wanted to just let go so badly as I could feel even more liquid making its way to my bladder. I WAS NOT GOING TO MAKE IT. I sat there and looked down as I was holding myself with my hand inside my pants and underwear. I knew that the moment I took my finger off my pee hole that I was going be spraying pee out. There was no going back or way out of this. So I decided it was time to face reality and I just took my black athletic shorts off but kept my underwear on incase someone saw me. Then I brought my hand out and immediately the rush of hot piss began to soak the seat It was just going right into the tacky, cheap black fabric seat of the rental car! I was so thankful that these were fabric seats and not leather!!!!!!! And soon I could see it was flooding all around me!!! In between my legs especially! I tried to stop or at least slow it down but I just couldn't. There was no hope or point of even stopping this glorious piss! I was so hydrated that I wasn't even worried about the smell so I just let the rush of it continue. It felt like it took forever for my bladder to empty, and honestly I did't want it to ever end. The relief of this release was so intense I nearly orgasmed just sitting right there in the car!! I didn't care what happened as nobody was around, or at least close enough to witness me drenching this car seat and about to hit a climax! Finally it was over and I finished in more than one way. I scooted to the other side of the back seat, squeezed some of the pee out of my panties and pulled my shorts up. I looked at the seat where I peed my heart out and it wasn't even noticable! The seat was wet and warm if you felt it but nobody else was sitting in the back with me so this was perfect!!! I put on some nice smelling lotion to add a girly scent to the car just incase it had a little bit of a smell. Finally my parents came out of the restaurant curious of why I didn't come inside. I told them about the lock button in the car not working and they were very disappointed to hear about that. But I sure wasn't after all that I had dealt with.
  17. 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.
  18. On Friday I had a desperation sighting and it reminded me of a time I was in the same situation so I thought I would share the sighting and then my own experience…. Let me fill in the background first. I have always loved reading and in the little town I grew up in there was a book shop that sold all the new books and is a modern book shop. However on the outskirts of town there is a little second hand book shop and growing up I used to love going there and looking through all the old books and spending my pocket money on them. As I got older and moved to high school I would sometimes walk that way home and call in and over time I became friends with the guy who owned the shop. When I was 14 I got a Saturday job working there and loved it, then when I went to Sixth Form College I had more time and worked there whenever I had spare time that I wasn’t at college. I continued working there all through my four years of college and then had to leave when I got a full time job. I still went in on a regular basis to feed my reading habit and still remain good friends with Albert the owner. Earlier this year he mentioned he was looking for somebody to work part time in the shop and at the time a girl I knew was looking for a job so I took her down and she started working there. This leads to the sighting on Friday. I was in town having ran some errands and I decided to go and see Albert and probably get some new books. When I got to the shop Lucy was behind the counter and when she saw it was me she waved and I walked over. She told me Albert had popped into town and should be back soon. I said it was fine as I wanted to look round and she asked if I wanted a drink. She made me and herself a cup of tea and we stood chatting for a while. As customers came in and she was dealing with them I wandered round looking for books for myself and slowly made a small pile on the counter. We were stood talking and she kept looking at a customer that was looking at the shelves. The guy picked out a couple of books and came over and paid for them and left. As he walked out of the shop she said “I hope Albert gets back soon, I could do with a pee”. I looked over at her and noticed that she was bouncing her leg against the base of the stool but apart from that she was showing no signs of being desperate. We went back to chatting as I flicked through the newest stock that hadn’t been put out yet and after about ten minutes she grabbed her phone and said “i’ll ring him and see where he’s got to”. I laughed and said “you know Albert, he most likely got sidetracked...or is stood talking to someone”. She laughed and lifted the phone to her ear and after a few seconds she said “hey Albert, just wondering how long you are going to be…...No No everythings fine here….it's just all those cuppa’s you made me earlier are catching up to me and I’m busting for a pee”. She laughed and then said “okay, see you soon”. She hung up the phone and said “he’s on his way back”. I nodded and then realised her issue, the shop doesn’t have a toilet, they always use the bathroom at the hairdressers next door and she was the only one there so couldn’t leave the shop. I turned to her and said “if you want to nip next door to the loo I can watch the shop”. She looked at me for a moment and said “no its okay, what if a customer comes”. I replied “I will tell them you will be back in a minute”. She thought about it but said “no its fine, I don’t want to risk getting in trouble with Albert”. I nodded and went back to looking through the box of books. As I was looking I kept glancing at her and could see her crossing and uncrossing her legs behind the counter and every so often she would bend forward slightly. I would have felt sorry for her but the fact I had given her a solution but she had turned me down negated that and I got turned on watching her subtly pee dance. Another ten minutes passed and she nervously laughed and said “if he doesn’t get back really soon I will have to accept your offer otherwise I’m gonna pee myself”. As she said that she stood up off her stool and squeezed her thighs together. I looked up at her and said “what, sorry I wasn’t paying attention”. I was, I just wanted to hear her say it again. She laughed and replied “I said If Albert doesn’t get back really soon I will have to take your offer to watch the shop so I can go next door to the loo because I’m nearly wetting myself. She danced and when she thought I wasn’t looking grabbed her crotch. After a few minutes of this the door opened and Albert came in. She looked up and saw it was him and said “oh thank god, I’m about to pee myself”. She dashed out of the shop past the window to next door. I spoke to Albert for a few minutes and she came back looking relieved and said “ahhh that’s much better”. I chatted with Albert for a while and then paid for my stuff and headed out. As I drove home I remembered when I got into the exact same situation a few years ago. ----------------------------------------------- It was a normal Friday and I was working in the shop serving customers and stacking shelves. When it got to lunchtime I went to the cafe next door on the other side and got myself a sandwich, a bun and a cup of coffee and came back and ate it in the back room. I finished my lunch break and went back to work. After a couple of hours I felt the need to pee but it wasn’t anything serious and nothing worth stopping working for. As the afternoon went on my bladder slowly filled and I got to the point of it being a prominent need that I couldn’t ignore. Albert said he had to go round the corner to the supermarket and then had a couple of errands to run in town and asked if I was ok watching the shop. I said I was fine and he headed out. I set about pricing up new books ready to put out on the shelves and as I was my bladder continued to fill and I realised the cup of tea I was sipping at wasn’t helping. After a few minutes I was feeling desperate and being stood still I found the need getting worse pretty quick. I finished pricing up and started to put the books out on display. Half an hour later I had put all the newly priced books and I was now stood behind the counter busting for a wee. When I had customers I was distracted but when they left and I was on my own it was hard to focus on anything but my pee filled bladder. As time slowly passed I got more and more desperate and went from 7 to 9 really quick. I stood behind the counter dancing and bouncing on my feet, crossing my legs and every so often when I got a desperate urge I would grab my crotch to help ease the pressure. Another ten minutes passed and I was starting to worry. I was now bursting for a wee and feeling like I was going to wet my knickers at any moment. I stood with my hand jammed between my legs holding against my pee hole to ease the pressure. Unfortunately a customer came in and I had to let go and as I did I felt my knickers dampen as a small drip escaped. I cursed the customer as she slowly looked round whilst I stood subtly dancing behind the counter trying desperately to keep my knickers dry. Eventually she picked something, paid and left. When she left I broke out into a pee dance and grabbed myself to bring the pressure back down. The need lessened slightly but I was still almost having an accident in my knickers. A few minutes passed and I was starting to drip from my pee hole and I knew I would have find a solution and fast. Just as I was thinking about what I could Albert came back and I tried to look calm and when he went into the back room I shouted “i’m just popping out i'll be back in a minute”. He shouted back his acknowledgement and I quickly walked out of the shop. I stopped dead when I saw a sign in the door of the hairdressers saying they had shut early that day. Seeing that made me leak into my knickers and I grabbed my pussy through my leggings not caring who saw. The cafe was shut as well as they closed after the lunch rush. The nearest toilets were in the supermarket round the corner but I knew if I went there I would burst before I got there, I was already leaking uncontrollably. I quickly walked around the back of the buildings to the alley where we keep the dumpsters. As I walked along my pee hole kept opening and leaking into my knickers which were now very wet. I walked down the alley and ducked behind a dumpster and quickly yanked down my leggings and knickers. The moment they were out of the way my bladder gave in and a stream erupted from my pee hole. I quickly squatted down and sighed in relief as my bladder emptied full force onto the pavement below me. It felt so good to let it out and I pee’d for well over a minute. Once the stream died down I pulled my knickers back up and got turned on when I felt the pee soaked fabric on my pussy. I pulled my leggings back up and went back to work like nothing had happened. ----------------------------------------------- I came back to reality and realised I had driven home. I got out of the car and found myself very aroused as a result of Lucy’s desperation and thinking about what happened to me and went inside and took care of my pressing need.
  19. Before I start my story I would like to say that this site is fantastic. I have been a lurker here for a while, but only just recently got the courage to make an account and post a story of my own. Any feedback on my writing would be appreciated. My first sexual experience with wetting happened when I was eight or nine. I was at that age where some peers still occasionally wet the bed, but having a legitimate accident was highly unusual. I was also at that age where I was hitting growth spurts and rapidly outgrowing my clothes. One night, I had no pajamas that fit, so my mom let me wear an old t-shirt of hers to bed. It was longer, almost reaching my knees, and I wore white cotton panties underneath. Before going to bed, I went through my usual routine of using the toilet, brushing my teeth, and then saying good night to my parents. I fell asleep almost immediately. Around four in the morning, I woke up with a jolt, feeling an enormous pressure on my bladder. Because I was so shy, I did not want to risk waking my parents up at this ungodly hour to use the toilet, so I decided to just lay there and hold it for a while longer. I settled in, and tried to focus on anything but my screaming bladder. After what seemed like ages, I couldn't take it any longer. I was squirming uncontrollably, squeezing my crotch with my hand to keep from losing it right then and there. Finally, I decided I would just get up and go. I slowly stood up, keeping my hand firmly clenched over my crotch. As soon as my feet hit the floor, a wave of agony hit my bladder. I clenched my thighs together as tight as I could with my hand jammed into my crotch in an attempt to hold back what I was sure would be Niagara falls. Luckily, not a single drop escaped me. I began my waddling journey down the hall to the bathroom. Every few steps I had to stop and clench my thighs together as a wave of desperation hit me. During one particularly strong wave, a few drops of pee escaped into my panties, creating a small damp patch in the crotch. After what seemed like a mile long walk, I made it into the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the lights. I was afraid that if I removed one of my hands, I would burst. As I came closer to the toilet I felt sure that I would make it. I turned around and mentally prepared myself to rip my panties off as fast as I could. Before I could even remove my hands from my crotch though, I felt my hands getting warm. A huge spurt of pee made its way out, trickling down the inside of my thigh. I stopped it quickly, but I could feel it right at the edge of my pee hole, threatening to burst any second. Carefully, I removed one hand and gripped the side of my panties, keeping the other hand firmly between my legs. Just as I was about to get my panties off, I heard a soft hissing noise. Looking down, I realized that I was fully wetting myself just inches from the toilet. For a moment, I was frozen, and then I panicked. I jammed my other hand back down into my crotch, and pulled my mom's shirt between my legs in a desperate attempt to stop the forceful flow of pee streaming down my legs. All that did was redirect the flow, soaking my entire butt. About midway through my pee, I managed to stop the flow, although at that point I was already drenched from the waist down. I surveyed the damage. My panties were completely yellow, and there was a large puddle on the floor. My butt, legs, and feet were soaked. By some miracle, my mom's shirt had only one tiny wet spot where the pee had burst through in a jet stream. I could feel that I still had more pee in me, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I took off my mom's shirt and hung it on the towel rack where it would stay dry, and then finished wetting my panties right there on the bathroom floor. The hot, wet pee running down my legs gave me butterflies in my belly, and I grinned to myself, knowing that I was going to get away with something like this. When I was finally done emptying my bladder, I felt satisfied. I quickly grabbed some paper towels and mopped up the mess on the floor. I then stripped off my panties and dunked them into the still clean water of the toilet bowl, washing out the pee, and then wrung them out. They were slightly damp when I put them back on, but much drier and cleaner than they had been. Finally, I put my mom's shirt back on and returned to bed, sleeping another few hours before it was time to get up.
  20. View File [Male] Huge bladder bulge, desperate hold, pee explosion and measure I took the challenge to hold it until the last possible point and and that see how fast I can empty my full bladder, pushing the stream as hard as I can and measuring it too. It was only ~600ML in the end, but the liters of liquid that I still have in my body and that I continued to consume must have put a huge pressure on the bladder. You can see my big bulge, I am a very skinny guy. It is my first desperation full video that I put up here, I am curious of your feedback. The burst of pee in the video happened ~30 mins ago, but I already start feeling really desperate. Put my kidneys in overdrive and kept constantly drinking, even during and after the above video. Warning: Contains nudity at the end as I pee in a measuring cup Submitter Despholder Submitted 10/25/2017 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies  
  21. View File Morning pee hold and HUGE bulging squirmy soak I had been very busy and caught up with lots of things for the past week or so and was unable to spend pretty much any time around here, nor experience any omo and I started to miss that. I went to bed at around midnight and peed before that. Woke up at around 11 AM and felt that I need to pee, a noticeable and constant 6. I figured that I can take a few hours off for myself and let this desperation build up, felt really kinky and wanted to feel some bulging pressure. I skipped the bathroom completely and went into the kitchen where I had my morning cigarettes, a big brown coffee and a light breakfast. I was wearing some jeans had a nice belt around them, not with holes, but the one that wraps around a buckle and you can squeeze it as hard as you can. Of course I pulled on it hard and squeezed it as much as I could around my waist and swelling bladder. The bulge is pretty visible by this point already. I had also drank 2 big glasses of water and started surfing the web and catching up with people. It was 1:00PM (2 hours since being up and 13 hours since last pee) that I started feeling my bladder hard as a rock and a lot of pressure building up. I was at an 8 and it felt like it was accelerating rapidly, lol :-). I managed to stay as still as I could and ignore the urge for about another 30 minutes and focused on a call with a friend. It was almost 2:00PM (14 hours into this) when I felt like literally I was gonna burst out very soon, moment at which I drank another glass of water and started posting in the Live Action Thread. It felt so amazing to feel such a pressure and struggle after some time off, was feeling amazing and also got my pretty aroused, I wanted to prolong this as much and as long as possible. My plan was to keep my belt fastened as tight as I could and hold on by any means until the first spurt comes out and than just release the belt completely and struggle to keep on holding for as long as I can. I was very rapidly accelerating to a 9, moment at which I took these picture and started the camera rolling. I was very squrimy and fidgeting at this point, was fighting and squeezing tight against rapidly intensifying pressure waves. My bladder was rock solid and very bulged. I managed to struggle with the flow for a few minutes until a little jet of pee just spurt out. At that point I rushed to the bathroom, I was fighting as hard as I could to stop myself from loosing control and preventing any further leaks I released the tension completely on my belt and struggled on for a few more minutes, until the leaks become more and more frequent and harder to stop After the leaks become unstopabble, I just exploded and peed for more than a minute, making a huge soak on my jeans, a puddle in my flip-flops in which I was standing and also a big puddle on the floor. Felt amazing, hot, flood of relaxation and made me EXTREMELY HORNY in the process. Great way to start off a day. . Submitter Despholder Submitted 11/29/2017 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans  
  22. The last tale of Alice was when she purposely put off using the bathroom at the wedding we went to so she got desperate and then told me she did it because she knew I liked it. Now that she had done it again my initial shyness about asking her about it had lifted. After that day she became pretty open about it and started asking us questions about the things we do and why we enjoy doing them. We were happy to share with her and liked the fact she seemed interested. A few weeks after the wedding she came to me and asked if she could watch when I did a hold/wetting. I said that was fine and the following day when we were all at home Matty was controlling my bladder and she came and watched and after he made me hold and I ended up wetting myself she told me that him controlling me was kind of hot and she was starting to see why I enjoyed it and said maybe one day she would like to try being controlled. We told her if she wanted to try it all she had to was say and we would help her out and see if she enjoyed it. In the weeks that followed I noticed that when she got home from work she always seemed pretty desperate to pee. I put it down to traffic and such but it was every night so I asked her about it. She seemed a bit embarrassed and then admitted to me that she had started skipping peeing on her afternoon break at work because she had seen how much I had enjoyed holding my pee and she was starting to enjoy leaving work needing to pee and not knowing how long it would take to get home and the potential of getting super desperate. Hearing her say that was beginning to enjoy it made me happy and I told her how fun that was. I didn’t do anything more until she felt comfortable with wanting to progress anything further and let her continue her building enjoyment of arriving home desperate. Then one day her enjoyment reached a new level and I knew then she was becoming one of us. We were going on holiday with our friends and had booked a caravan for the week at a place we have been a few times before because we love the location and it's a lovely place. Its roughly a three hour drive from where we are which isn’t too far. As there were 7 of us going we obviously had to take 2 cars. Matty was going to drive one and my sisters bf was going to drive the other. Alice and I were going with Matty and we would have one of our friends with us and then My sister, her bf and our other friend would go in the other car with the majority of the luggage. We went to our friends house, loaded up everything and got in the cars. Alice and I sat in the back so we could talk and Matty and his friend could talk in the front. The first hour of the journey went by pretty quick and we made good progress. However as we came to go through one of the main cities en route the traffic got pretty bad. We weren’t at a stand still, we were just caught up in traffic heading either to the shopping centre or to the football. We crawled along for about 20 minutes and finally got through the build up and were on our way again. About 5 minutes later we got a call from the other car saying that they were going to stop at the services to get some drinks and something to eat. We told them we would meet them there and 5 minutes later we pulled into the services and found where they were parked. We parked up and got out and Matty asked if we were coming in. We both said no and we asked him to bring us drinks. We stood at the side of the car chatting with the others and when they came back they gave us our coffees and we stood for a while drinking them and eating our snacks. When we finished we got back in the car and we set off again. We had been driving for an hour or so when Alice suddenly leaned over and whispered “I really need to pee”. I too had been feeling the effects of the coffee but I was just starting to feel the need to pee. I looked at her and noticed she was squirming slightly and bouncing her legs and I asked how bad she had to go. She told me she was getting really desperate and the coffee wasn’t helping. She asked how much further we had to go and when I told her we had about 30 minutes she squirmed and squeezed her legs. I said if she wanted we could stop off somewhere. I knew there was a town coming up and we could go to the supermarket if she needed to. She shook her head and said she was good then leaned in close and whispered “I didn’t pee when we stopped before despite needing to so there is no need to stop”. I looked at her puzzled and just as I was about to ask why she didn’t pee she said “when we stopped before I needed to pee a little and was going to go but then I decided it might be fun to wait and see if I could make it all the way, especially when adding a cup of coffee into the mix”. I felt myself getting turned on with the knowledge she had done this on purpose and then got even more aroused when she continued and said “and not only that, I figured you would enjoy being in the back of the car with me whilst I was dying to pee and unable to”. I just nodded, my mind so aroused that I was unable to form words. For the next 20 minutes as we drove along I enjoyed watching her squirm and bounce her legs. If that wasn’t sexy enough she kept whispering in my ear how badly she needed to pee and how close she was to wetting her knickers. She suddenly moaned in my ear and told me she had just dribbled a little and was getting dangerously close to having an accident. I told her we were almost there and she told me she hoped so as she was really bursting. Every so often she would moan and tell me that some more had dribbled out and she was struggling to hold it back. After a few minutes of this she gasped and when I asked what was wrong she looked at the guys in the front seat and when she saw they weren’t looking she took my hand slid it up her skirt. She pressed my fingers against her knickers and I felt a wet spot on them. When I touched it she told me she had leaked. I moaned as I felt the pee spot on her knickers. Knowing she was starting to wet herself out of utter desperation was making me so horny. She winked at me and said “oh and just so you know, that isn’t all from pee”. That just made it so much hotter, she was as turned on as I was and that was just wonderful. She kept moaning each time she leaked and as we pulled onto the road that leads down to the little village where we were staying she grabbed my arm and said she was spurting into her knickers and didn’t know how much longer she could wait. She was now holding herself under her skirt and squirming like crazy. We reached the village and drove past the caravan park as we were too early to check in but we planned it that way intending to spend a couple of hours in the village getting some lunch and having a look round. Giving those who hadn’t been before the grand tour. As we pulled into the car park we rang the others to tell them where we were. As we parked up I pointed out a building nearby the entrance to the car park and told Alice that they were the public toilets. She shook her head and said “no way, I’m about to burst right now”. As soon as the car stopped she pushed me to get out as we had put luggage on the other side of her. I quickly opened the door and got out and she jumped out after me, squatted down and before she even had to chance to lift up her skirt all the way she released a torrent of pee through her knickers and all over the floor. She let out a huge sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and it just kept coming and coming. No wonder she had been bursting. Eventually her stream died down and she moaned out that it had felt so good. She stood up and wiped off her legs where drops of pee had ran down when she started peeing. She giggled when she saw the three of us just staring at her and said “what? I really had to go”. She went over to the bathroom and I went with her. We went inside and she lifted up her skirt and showed me her soaking wet knickers. They looked so sexy and I could just how wet my own knickers were from my arousal. She grabbed some tissue and wiped herself down and then headed back outside. I went and pee’d and whilst I was there I had to relieve myself. I brought myself to a wonderful trembling orgasm thinking about what had just happened. I cleaned myself up and went back outside to where everyone was and I told Alice what I had just done and she said “mmmmm, how nice, I will have to do the same later on”. We went and got some lunch and then went and checked into our caravan and unpacked and whilst we were sat chilling out I couldn’t help but think about how she had deliberately made herself desperate and got herself so close an accident. Not simply because she knew I enjoyed it like she had done before. This time she had done because she had grown to enjoy it. I asked her about how if had felt and she told me she now understood why I liked it so much. The feeling of almost losing control was nice but that moment when you release the pressure and finally pee felt so wonderful. She told me she had never been that desperate before and was falling in love with how it felt. I was happy that I had awakened her love for omorashi and I now had someone else to enjoy it with. I just didn’t know just how much that would be true. To be continued.
  23. FullBladder85

    female The Wife Who Had To Hold It

    I posted this story at another board and the people there liked it and asked me to write more, so I thought it worth posting here. It started out originally as a short story based on an idea I had, but it quickly became much longer than the under 1,000 word story I was originally intending to write. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #1) My wife, Kate, and I were both big conservationists. We also lived in an area that had frequent droughts, and was frequently very hot outdoors. The frequent hot days, as well as how frequently me and Kate were outdoors, met me and Kate drank a lot of water to stay hydrated. It wasn't unusual for either of us to drink 2 half a liter bottles of water an hour, which of course made us both have to pee pretty frequently after a while. Kate had a much stronger bladder then me however. Kate was such a big conservationist that despite all the water she drank to stay hydrated, Kate used the toilet no more than 3 times a day in order to save water on toilet flushes. My wife frequently tried to encourage me to cut down on my uses of the toilet each day to. We had a high efficiency flush toilet that used only 1.28 gallons of water per flush. But urinals did use even less water, less than 0.5 gallons a flush. So a while ago I convinced Kate to agree to have me install a urinal in our bathroom to help us save water & money. Kate though insisted from the start that she would never use the urinal. "You can use the urinal to save water on your flushes honey, but us girls have to sit down on a toilet seat to pee. I'd make a huge mess if I tried to use a urinal" Kate had told me. But the idea of watching my wife use the urinal turned me on big time, no matter how much Kate insisted that she would never do so. "Kate the urinal uses only a third of the water as our regular toilet" I frequently said. "Just think of all the water you'd conserve if you learned how to use it without making a mess. There's guides on the Internet to teach women like you how to pee standing up, and there's even devices like the SheWee you can buy". Kate however would often counter this by replying "Karl, you use the urinal a lot more then I use the toilet. Just imagine how much water you could save if you limited yourself to 3 or less trips to the toilet a day like I do". At the time I started pestering my wife about the urinal I was using the toilet around 8 times a day, and I pissed a gusher each time because of all the water me and Kate drank in a day. I decided after a while that taking my wife's suggestion of cutting down my trips to the bathroom might help get Kate to take my suggestion at using the urinal. So over a 6 month period I worked on holding it in longer and getting a much stronger bladder. Kate however still stubbornly refused to use the urinal during that time, not even using it once just to try it out. Eventually our stalemate ended unexpected one day when I pestered Kate about the urinal yet again. Instead of replying with her usual response, Kate replied with a different solution for us to save more water. "I'll tell you what Karl" she said, "since you're right that my toilet flushes use 3 times the water as yours I'll only use the toilet once for every 3 times that you do from now on". Stunned by my wife's different answer, I replied "Kate I'd be thrilled with such a compromise, but can you really hold it that long all the time". By that point, thanks to Kate's urging, I was getting closer to needing the urinal only 3 times a day. "You'd be holding it in almost all day Kate, and you drink several gallons of water a day". "Of course I can hold it" Kate answered with a hint of impatience. "You know I'm a strong girl who's always had an iron bladder that's much stronger than yours Karl. I can wait as long as your trips to the urinal make me, even with my strong thirst not allowing me to cut back on my drinking. If you manage to start taking even less frequent trips to the urinal then your current 3 to 4 pisses a day then I'll just have to tough it out and wait longer, and we'll conserve even more water, I won't complain". "So this is also your way of encouraging me to wait even longer in between using the urinal" I replied. Me and my wife didn't conserve water just from being conservationists, we were both turned on by each other holding it for as long as we could. "Well of course Karl" answered Kate with a grin. "I've been urging you to hold it in longer and longer and use the urinal less frequently for months now. So it's only fair that I put my money where my mouth is and cut down on my own trips to the toilet to". Naturally I liked this solution, and I decided it was good reason to train myself to use the urinal just once a day. Just the thought of having the power to make Kate's bladder crack if I could take as few pisses as possible made me excited. I'm sure the thought of how desperate I was going to let myself get before I finally used the urinal from now on also turned Kate on. "There's just one more condition I want to add to this" I said before agreeing. "If my infrequent trips to the urinal prove to be too much to you, you can always use the urinal to relieve yourself whenever you want to Kate". I knew full well that Kate would never use the urinal, unless it was a choice between the urinal or pissing herself when her iron bladder finally couldn't hold it back any longer. Kate smirked and giggled in response "if you insist then fine. But like I said before Karl, I'm a tough woman, and you're never going to get me so desperate that I'd consider using the urinal. Nor will you ever see me piss myself because I can't hold it back any longer. You know full well what an iron bladder I have". Kate's confidence that I couldn't best her iron bladder even under these rules rigged against her only made me more determined to try. From that day on Kate had to cut her visits to the toilet down from her usual two to three times a day to just once a day. And as she bragged earlier Kate didn't cut down on her frequent drinking of water either, she still drank several gallons of water a day. I tried to keep up with my normal water intake to, though Kate still gave me more frequent reminders then previously to stay hydrated. By the evenings when Kate hadn't peed for nearly 24 hours, and had downed at least 2 gallons of water throughout the day, it started to become a regular thing for Kate to be sitting with her legs crossed and fidgeting at least mildly in desperation. Yet even that didn't stop Kate from casually downing yet more bottles of spring water. Also true to her bragging Kate never complained once about her bladder even when she hadn't peed in over 24 hours. Nor did Kate suggest I visit the urinal more frequently, or show any signs that she was seriously considering using the urinal herself. But this was only during the first week of our long challenge. I was determined to greatly increase the pressure on my wife's bladder in the coming months until I finally bested her iron bladder. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #2) My last story took place a year ago. Since then my own bladder has gotten much stronger, but so has my wife Kate's. This morning, a Monday, I woke up to our alarm at 7 AM incredibly desperate with a very full bladder that I hadn't emptied in over 24 hours. Me and Kate had drank a lot of soda at the movies last night, and of course because we liked to stay hydrated in our hot climate me and Kate had drank a lot of water throughout the day yesterday to. By my count I had drank around two and a half gallons yesterday, while Kate had drank a bit over 3 gallons, which was more than usual for her, but not by much. Kate was just waking up beside me as I got out of bed and rushed to the urinal to piss. Kate, with her rock hard bladder bulge clearly visible from several days of holding it and lots of drinking would have loved to sit on the toilet next to the urinal and join me in the relief of a morning piss. But this was only my 2nd pee since Kate's last one, 2 and a half days ago. That met my wife still had a lot more waiting to go before she could take her piss. Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for Kate, our bathroom was right across our bedroom. The urinal and toilet were both clearly visible from the open door. I was in such a desperate hurry to pee that I didn't even close the bathroom door. So from where Kate sat up in bed she had a clear line of sight of me standing at the urinal. Kate watched from the bedroom as I whipped my desperate penis out and started to piss a gusher into the urinal. Through the open bathroom door I heard a groan escape from Kate's lips as I started to piss. I glanced over at Kate and saw her looking away from me and my piss, with a strained look on her face. Kate was fidgeting around in bed and gripping her pussy, likely suffering from some bladder spasms due to my loud gusher of piss going on just 15 feet away from her. I grinned, my prideful Kate liked to pretend to be the lady with the iron bladder who never needed to pee. But even she was human enough to flinch at my piss when she was this desperate, Kate had last peed Friday evening at 9 PM, 58 hours ago. I sighed in relief as the gusher from my penis finally ran out several minutes later, and flushed the urinal. When I left the bathroom feeling quite relieved I smiled at Kate, who seemed to have recovered by now from hearing my loud morning piss. Kate was standing with her arms crossed and her legs spread what was surely an uncomfortable distance in her desperate state. Kate knew I had heard her groan, and saw her squirm like a girl about to piss herself. Kate was trying to put up her tough girl act for her wounded pride, to make up for her moment of weakness when I pissed in front of her. Kate tried to stand before me like her bladder didn't have a care in the world, but one glance at Kate's rock hard bladder bulge clearly said otherwise. I reminded her "that was my 2nd trip to the bathroom since your last piss Kate, one more and then you can pee to. I hope you can make it, you looked like you were at the end of your rope struggling to contain yourself a few minutes ago while I was pissing away". Kate's proud face frowned for a moment, revealing a glimmer of concern, before she hid her concern behind her pride again. "No, I'm good now Karl. My bladder just had a slight moment of weakness after just waking up. And my pussy got jealous during that moment of weakness at the sight of your penis taking a morning piss, since I've been holding it for 58 hours now. But don't worry, I can keep holding it as long as I need to. I won't let myself show signs of weakness again Karl". "We'll see about that Kate" I replied. "You've got a long day of work ahead of you, and it's going to take a lot of hours until I'm full enough to need to pee again. Who knows how much longer you're still going to have to wait. Just remember, you can always give up and use the urinal whenever you want to". Kate to her credit didn't flinch at my taunting, even with her legs still spread an uncomfortable distance with her full bladder. "Karl there's no need to threaten to wait a while to keep me waiting a while longer. I know full well you're going to keep me waiting at least another 24 hours for a much needed piss, maybe even longer". Kate paused for a moment to put up a grin and gently rub a hand over her rock hard bladder bulge. "I'm a tough woman, and a tough wife, I can wait as long as your bladder can make me to take a piss. And for the last time, I'm not taking your get out of jail free card by using the urinal". With that me and Kate began to get dressed for the day. Kate grabbed her usual outfit for a day at work, a black women's pants suit. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder Kate's pants suits fit just fine, but with a 2 and a half day full bladder I knew all her pants suits were sure to be tight around her already rock hard bladder bulge. While I put my own clothes on I kept an eye on my wife dressing herself. Kate to my surprise didn't even flinch as she pulled her tight pants suit on over her bladder bulge, tightened her belt, and locked her belt buckle. The belt especially surely made Kate's tight clothing press down uncomfortably on her bulging bladder. Kate finished off her outfit by slipping a pair of high heel's on her feet that while fashionable, surely made walking much more painful on her nearly bursting bladder. But despite all the uncomfortable clothing, Kate looked up at me casually after she had finished dressing, looking unconcerned about the added pressure her tight clothing and high heels put on her surely aching bladder. We headed to our kitchen to have some breakfast before heading to work. I got out a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water out poured out a large glass of water for each of us, and set the table, while Kate prepared breakfast. By the end of breakfast our large pitcher was completely dry after me and Kate had each downed 3 glasses of water with breakfast, which was pretty normal for us. Me and Kate both worked for the same company, it was a very large corporation in a very large office building. Neither of us worked in the same part of the building however, so outside of lunch breaks and occasional meetings together, we rarely saw each other at work. Our jobs also at times required one of us go out in the field to visit clients some days, today however wasn't one of those days, which met me and Kate could carpool to work together. As usual I was the one who drove, while Kate grabbed a fresh bottle of water to drink during the ride in. Me and Kate arrived at work shortly before 9 AM. Kate kissed me goodbye before we went our separate ways to our own offices at opposite ends of the building. I had expected to go out for lunch with Kate at 1 PM later that day, but shortly before 11 AM my phone buzzed with a text from Kate. "Can't do lunch today, work meeting to prepare 4 important client tomorrow". I sighed, disappointed I wouldn't get to see Kate at lunch. I knew Kate, like me, was drinking a lot of water and coffee at her desk, despite her 62 hours without a bathroom break. I had been looking forward to seeing if my prideful wife could continue to hold her bursting bladder at lunch without squirming around or gripping her crotch in a sign of her desperation as she had bragged earlier. But then I realized what Kate's text message met about her schedule at work tomorrow. Kate would likely be busy in meetings all day with whoever her important client was. I was also determined to continue holding it into tomorrow. Realistically I thought I could last until around lunch time tomorrow without a piss, which met Kate would have to keep holding it until at least noon tomorrow, over 3 and a half days without a piss for Kate. And then I knew Kate tended to really hate using public toilets, including the ones at work, so she'd probably hold it till she got home. The frown on my face turned to a big grin as Kate's text message gave me an idea to prepare for tomorrow. On my computer I brought up our company's calendar app. In the app I checked our list of expected visitors tomorrow, and what their schedules were. I also checked the list of who was going to be out of the office tomorrow visiting a client at their site. After reading the lists I grinned when I realized the evil idea my mind was hatching would work. I pulled my phone back out to text a response to Kate. "OK, see u after work Kate, love u". After sending my text to Kate I got up from my desk and went to do a few things to prepare for tomorrow. Over at Kate's office, despite Kate's pride and her promise to be strong and to not let her bursting bladder show any weakness, no one was watching her. So Kate was crossing her legs and squirming around in desperation behind her desk for all she was worth. But despite her bursting bladder, Kate was so engrossed in her work that she was surprised when the meeting reminder popped up on her computer 15 minutes before noon. Kate glanced at the side of her desk where she kept her empty drink containers, and counted 2 coffee cups and 4 bottles of water. Kate grimaced as her bursting bladder unexpectedly spasmed in desperation when she realized she had already drank over a gallon of water and coffee so far today, and she hadn't peed in nearly 63 hours. Kate's tight pants suit and belt only made things worse for her, applying more pressure on her rock hard bladder bulge, refusing to let it expand despite all Kate had drank so far today. Kate gripped her crotch with both hands and rocked back and forth in her chair for a moment as she waited for her bladder to calm down. After a few minutes when Kate was convinced her bursting bladder had calmed down enough for her to handle, she grabbed her laptop and got up to head to her meeting. But Kate nearly grimaced in pain after just a few steps, as her spasming bladder reminded her how painful it was to walk in high heels with a bladder as bursting full as hers was. Kate's meeting was a long one, starting with a work lunch at noon, and continuing until quitting time at 5 PM. Kate knew she couldn't fidget around in desperation in her meetings, but she was sure that her bursting bladder would calm down again when she got to sit down at the meeting. So my prideful wife was completely confident that she wouldn't let herself show any weakness to her co-workers as she arrived at the meeting early and sat down. Still, Kate was nervous about meeting with her important client tomorrow, and Kate always found herself drinking more water & coffee than usual when she was nervous. A glance at her empty drink containers from this morning had told Kate that she was already drinking more than usual today. Kate knew that she hadn't peed in over 63 hours by now, and she knew her rule that she had to hold it until my 3rd piss likely met she wouldn't be able to piss at least until tomorrow morning. Kate tried to put a conscious effort on cutting back on her heavy drinking a bit to try to stop her bursting bladder's complaints from getting even worse. Yet as Kate's 5 hour meeting continued to drag on, Kate's nerves continued to get the better of her judgment. By 5 PM when the meeting and workday were finally over Kate had drank another 7 bottles of water and 1 more cup of coffee during her meeting. Kate quietly cursed her lack of self control as she realized she had already drank a second gallon of water today, with the entire evening still to go before bedtime. It had been nearly 3 days (68 hours to be exact) since Kate had been able to relieve her bursting rock hard bladder by now. With an effort, Kate slowly got up from her chair, hoping that standing in her high heels wouldn't set off more spasms from her desperate bladder. Kate sighed in relief as none came when she was standing, and started to carefully head towards the main entrance to meet me and go home for the day. From my end, today had been a very productive day, as I had succeeded in making all the necessary arrangements for my evil idea I got earlier from Kate's text message. I had also been drinking a lot of water and coffee throughout the day, as I usually did, but not as much as Kate had. I had drank 2 cups of coffees and 8 bottles of water throughout the entire 8 hour workday. I had a definite urge to piss by now, but thanks to all of my practice over the last few years, heavily encouraged by Kate, I could easily handle it without an issue. Kate was already at the main entrance of the building when I got there. Before Kate saw me coming I noticed Kate had her legs pressed close together, rubbing them back and forth in a subtle sign of her desperation after 68 hours without a piss. My prideful wife stopped this immediately when she saw me coming, and walked out to our car with me. On the way out I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and Kate for the ride home without asking. I thought for sure Kate would at least let a small grimace show on her face after she was rubbing her legs together like that just a moment ago. But to her credit Kate's pride made her give me a big smile and thank me as she accepted the bottle of water and took a sip from it. Me and Kate piled into the car, with me driving. In the back of my mind I wondered if Kate's rock hard bladder bulge had gotten even bigger from all her drinking today. But after a quick glance at Kate I realized Kate's tight pants suit and belt prevented her bladder from bulging out any farther. The added pressure on Kate's bladder must have been getting immense after all the additional water and coffee she's had today I realized. Yet my prideful Kate, true to her word, merely crossed one leg loosely over the other in a natural position. Not even with her tight pants suit and belt making things much more difficult on her would Kate show weakness in her bladder to me while she knew I was watching. On the way home we made small talk for a while, and Kate began to tell me some about the important client she was meeting for much of the day tomorrow. "So I'm afraid we won't be able to have lunch together again tomorrow Karl" Kate told me as she summed up her schedule for tomorrow. Me and Kate were always disappointed when we had to go to lunch separately, so Kate expected me to be disappointed. I put on an Oscar winning performance as I replied to Kate "well, it turns out it's probably better your client is visiting tomorrow over another day". Kate got a confused look on her face, and asked me "what do you mean Karl"? "It turns out I won't be in the office tomorrow Kate, so we couldn't have lunch together anyway even if you were available that day. I've got to go out in the field with a different client tomorrow. It was supposed to be Fred who was going instead of me, but Fred got a really nasty flu over the weekend, and I was the next best person they had available". Most of that was true, except I had volunteered for the job, I wasn't chosen for being the next best option. Kate was silent for a moment as she realized the implications of this. She wasn't able to hide the disappointment in her voice when she finally replied "well I guess that means we both have to drive separately tomorrow". I nodded my head, Kate hated driving when she hadn't peed in over 2 days, let alone over 3 and a half days like it would be tomorrow morning. "Maybe it's for the best anyway, I can't guarantee I'll be finished with my client and able to leave on time at 5 PM tomorrow, if things don't go well". I grinned inwardly at how my ideas for tomorrow might go even better than expected after what Kate had told me. Not being able to go to work with Kate, and observe her in the car to see if she could manage not to fidget in desperation like mad was a downside to my ideas for tomorrow, but it was a necessary sacrifice for my plan. I got me and Kate home shortly before 6 PM, with Kate having managed to maintain her composure the entire ride home without showing any signs of weakness. Still, I knew my prideful wife Kate was dying to use the toilet after going 69 hours without urinating a single drop. But of course I had still not taken my 3rd piss since Kate's last one. So rushing inside and racing to the bathroom to use the toilet she so desperately needed simply wasn't an option for my wife due to her pride I watched as my prideful Kate got out of the car and stood on her painful high heels without flinching at the extra pressure it added to her nearly bursting bladder. Kate somehow managed to walk through our front door while continuing to maintain her composure and not let herself squirm in desperation. The first thing Kate did when she walked through the front door was kick off her painful high heels. Kate breathed an audible sigh of relief as one of the things pressuring her bursting bladder while she stood up went away. I'm sure Kate was very tempted to also undo her tight belt and change out of her tight pants suit into something more comfortable. Kate often worse loose fitting jeans and tee shirts on the weekends, which were much kinder on a rock hard bursting bladder like Kate had now. However, Kate had never bothered changing out of her work clothing into something more comfortable after work before, except when we went out somewhere fun in the evening. So my prideful Kate obviously knew I'd view it as a sign of weakness, and call her out on it if she changed into something more comfortable to make it a bit easier on her desperate bladder. The first thing me and Kate started to do once getting home was prepare some dinner, and turn the TV on so we could listen to the news from the kitchen. While we waited for our dinner to cook I grabbed a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, and poured out a large glass for each of us. Kate gladly accepted the glass of water without hesitation and downed nearly a third of it right away. Since taking her high heels off Kate had seem to become a lot calmer and more confident about the state of her bladder. Or maybe Kate's pride made her want to down her drink faster to try to prove to me how unaffected she was by her desperate bladder. By 7 PM our dinner had been cooked and eaten, and our 3 liter pitcher and large glasses had been completely drained. The surprising part about the glasses though was who drank how many cups. Normally me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water when we drained a 3 liter pitcher in one sitting. But Kate had proven more thirsty then I was, drinking 2 glasses before our meal was done cooking, and then drinking another 2 during dinner. Sitting across from me at the kitchen table, Kate remained outwardly calm and confident despite the 70 hours she'd now gone without a piss, and the 2 liters of water she'd just drank. But I knew without looking that Kate was squirming and crossing her legs around in desperation under the table. And I knew that the pressure being applied to rock hard bladder bulge, which was still cruelly unable to expand due to Kate's tight clothing and belt, was only getting worse after all the water she had just drank. "Shall we kill the last few hours before bed playing some videogames" I asked Kate. It was one of the things we often did in the evenings together. Me and Kate both had our own computers and computer desks side by side in the living room, meaning Kate could hardly squirm around in her chair without me noticing. The reason we set our computers up this way however, was that we could play online multiplayer games together without the need for headsets or shouting across the room to communicate with each other in game. "Sure" replied Kate, "want to play some Heroes of the Storm matches as Cho'Gall?". For those who don't know, Heroes of the Storm is a MOBA game (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena), and Cho'Gall is a two headed character that takes two people to play, and required a lot of coordination between both players. Cho'Gall was me and Kate's my favorite hero, Kate normally played the Cho (who controlled where the hero moved), and I normally played the Gall. I grinned at Kate's choice of games, no game would make me notice Kate being shall we say 'distracted' from her bursting bladder like a game of HOTS as Cho'Gall. While we booted up our computers and waited for the game to load, I grabbed another 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, poured us both a large glass, and set the pitcher down between us. We played Heroes of the Storm as Cho'Gall for nearly 3 hours until 10 PM. Me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher during that time. I was beginning to feel the urges from my bladder a lot more since the end of work, now 15 hours since I had my morning piss. It was beginning to get to the point where I was tempted to openly squirm around in my seat in desperation, and I did start to the last hour, to let Kate know how full I was starting to get. But I was still well in control of my bladder, and unfortunately for Kate, able to last a lot longer still. Kate on the other hand started out strong in our games, but began to become noticeably more fidgety from time to time at her desk. Kate was constantly adjusting her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position, even though she knew none would help her real issue. Yet Kate bravely continued to hold on, and rarely allowed herself to grip her crotch. As the hours went by Kate's performance did decline, but surprisingly not by much. Still, by the time 10 PM rolled around, and we finished our last match, Kate was clearly eager to get out of her tight clothing. Kate announced she was going to take a shower, and hurried out of the room before I could say more than "ok". Once in the bathroom safely behind the closed door where Kate knew I couldn't see her grip herself and squirm in desperation, Kate hurried to unsnap her belt buckle. At first the belt buckle refused to snap open, and Kate despaired at the pressure it continued to apply to her so aching so exhausted bladder. Then Kate pushed down harder on the snap with both her hands, at first Kate felt pain as her pressing on the belt snap pushed it harder against her rock hard bladder bulge. But then Kate felt immediate relief as the buckle snapped open, and her rock hard bladder bulge could finally expand a bit. Kate breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped the belt off, and then pulled her too tight pants to the floor. When Kate finished fully undressing herself she sighed in relief as the pain in her bladder eased somewhat now that she finally had nothing pressing painfully down on her rock hard bladder bulge. Kate stood naked before the bathroom mirror, admiring her rock hard bladder bulge she had held back for 73 hours now, over 3 whole days. Kate's bladder bulged out nearly 3 inches by Kate's estimate. It was one of the biggest bladder bulges the prideful Kate had ever seen herself have. The prideful part of Kate's mind beamed in joy at how close she was getting to tying to her record largest bladder bulge ever. It wasn't much of a surprise though when Kate thought back to her day, and realized after doing the math that she had downed around 3.4 gallons of water and coffee in just the last 15 hours. Plus Kate had downed around 2.5 and 3 gallons the previous two days during the weekend she recalled. Kate bit her lips nervously and wondered how she would ever get through work tomorrow with her bladder already holding nearly 9 gallons. Kate knew she had been drinking more today because she was nervous about meeting with the client and drank to help cope with her nerves. Kate feared her nerves were bound to be even worse tomorrow when in the presence of the client. It simply wasn't an option for Kate to openly fidget or pee dance in front of the client, or worse yet finally losing her iron grip over her bladder for the first time in her life right in front of the client. Kate glanced away from the mirror and to the side at the urinal she would never use despite her husband's 'pee any time' exception. Beyond the urinal Kate's eyes stared at the inviting white toilet bowl with the lid up and seat down, waiting for her to plop herself on it and open her pussy's flood gates. Kate shuddered violently for a moment as a larger wave of desperation hit her at the sight of the tempting relief of the toilet bowl, so close to her after 73 hours of holding it in. But despite the wave of unimaginable desperation, Kate gripped her bladder's iron sphincter muscles down as hard as she could, and refused to leak a single drop as the wave of urgency passed. Because the lovely white toilet bowl was looking so tempting to her right now, Kate plopped the lid down to try to try to hide it's temptation. Then Kate looked away from the toilets, and went to take her shower. The shower wasn't the easiest thing on Kate with her bladder so full either, but it was still a lot easier then wearing the tight clothing and belt Kate had been in earlier, so she bore it without complaint. Many would have been tempted with such a painfully full bladder like Kate's to pee in the shower, but Kate's pride wouldn't let her. Plus Kate thought the idea of peeing in the shower was disgusting. While she bathed herself, Kate couldn't stop herself from thinking about me, and how she had seen me start to fidget around at the desk after 15 hours without a piss. She thought about how much water and coffee I must have had today that I was holding back. Though she knew it would no doubt be extra difficult on her bladder that hadn't peed in over 73 hours, Kate was already getting turned on by the thought of full bladder sex with me before bed. Kate finished her shower within 10 minutes, dried off, and left the bathroom to put her nightgown on. I hurried into the bathroom after she left, and took a quick shower myself before joining Kate in the bedroom. Me and Kate were soon both all over each, both turned on by each other's full bladder. I gently rubbed Kate's rock hard bursting bladder bulge during sex, feeling just how full it was. Even that gentle touch was enough to make Kate moan in pain, but she didn't pull my hands away. I whispered to Kate how proud I was of her for maintaining her composure all day. I told her how proud I was of her for continuing to keep her iron bladder's dam shut despite how many gallons of water and coffee she had drank. Kate whispered back how she told me she was strong enough to get through the whole day and more without a leak, all while shuddering involuntarily from time to time from the pressure our sex was putting on her bladder. When we were finished, Kate was gripping her pussy with both hands, as the strain our sex had put on her bladder had made her urges much worse again. Kate glanced over at me, not saying a word, but silently pleading for me to take a before bed piss so she could do the same. I smiled at her silently with a look she knew met no, and rolled over to fall asleep. Kate fidgeted around in bed for another 30 minutes before she regained enough control over her bladder to fall asleep despite it being so full. While Kate didn't wake up during the night, she had constant dreams where she was always desperate to piss, but was somehow never able to find a place to piss in her dreams. I meanwhile had more pleasant dreams, about how my plans for tomorrow would give Kate's bladder a much rougher day than she ever imagined. ===== That's all for now, let me know what you all think.
  24. Check Mate - A Desperate Experience from my School Years A true experience, remembered from a long time ago, and fictionalised as best I can.......: Several years ago, when I was at secondary school (High School for those in the USA!) I was a member of the school chess team. We used to play tournaments at our school, and visiting other schools. These always took place after the end of the school day. We always played in school uniform as we were representing the school, so I was dressed in my grey school trousers, white shirt, blue and yellow school tie, and my blue school blazer. So on this day, I'd done a full school day, then after school, we all got into the minibus, and drove across the town to a school on the other side where todays tournament was happening. I'd gone for a pee earlier in the afternoon, but didn't go before we left. But really, I should have been fine. We arrived at the school and went into the classroom where the tournament was happening. An average classroom, brown wooden parquet floor, grey and white wooden desks, with metal legs. Plastic school chairs. Windows down one side of the room looked out onto the twilight of the winters afternoon. It was all set out as usual, with 6 or 7 desks pulled out, a chair on each side, and a chess board between. Water was provided - two cups and two bottles on each desk. First game underway, and I was concentrating hard, absentmindedly drinking water as I pondered and considered my moves. Forty-five minutes later, the match was over. I won. When each pair had finished their first round match, we all swapped round, reset the chessboards, and the waters got replenished. It was pretty hot and stuffy in the classroom, the heating full blast on this cold winters day, so plenty of the water was being drunk. A general hubbub of conversation surrounded the reset, scraping of chairs on the floor as people stretched their legs. The second round started, the room fell silent again, only broken by the occasional scuffing of the chess pieces being moved on the boards, and the sounds of water being poured and drunk. This match went long. About an hour later, my opponent finally check mated me, and it was over. By this time, I was aware that the water I had drunk was beginning to have an effect on my bladder. I needed a pee. Not desperately yet, but the sensation was there - the tension in my bladder, the pinpricking urge in the end of my penis. My game was the last one to finish, so we were quickly reset, and into the third and final round. I was still pretty confident that I could make it through this game and back to my school, then go for a pee. I sat down opposite my opponent, and crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together for a moment as I did so. My urge subsided slightly. I looked across at my opponent. A very pretty girl, of about my own age. Helena. As she opened the game, I shifted in my seat, and crossed my legs the other way. It helped a bit, but my bladder was filling. I could really feel the tension in my lower abdomen, the urge in my crotch intensified. I wiggled slightly in my chair, trying to numb the urges, and focussed on the game. Helena was a good player - challenging every attack I made, constantly on the ball, making her moves quickly, precisely. We played on, my fidgeting growing as time passed. I was really in a bad way by now, desperate to pee, clenching and clenching my muscles, trying to fidget as little as possible so that hopefully neither Helena nor anyone else would realise my predicament. I was at that shy stage of young teenage years where you really don't like to admit to the need for bodily functions - particularly not in front of pretty girls that you've only just met. Our game lasted fifty minutes, give or take a few. Helena won. She probably would have on any day, but today especially, I simply couldn't focus properly. I made silly mistakes, and she immediately seized on them and capitalised. I shook hands with her, pushed my chair back, and carefully stood up, clenching hard to avoid shaking my legs or squirming. It was no good. There was no way I was going to make it through the minibus ride back to school. I looked for a teacher, found one, and asked if I could use a toilet. He frowned. It was 5pm by now, way after the school would normally be open and the caretakers might have started shutting up for the night. They might still be open though and he told me where they were. So far, I'd managed all this pretty discreetly, but then to my horror he called Helena over - "Helena, could you show this young man where the boys toilets are?" I blushed, crimson red, a prickly heat of embarrassment flowing over me. But I was in no position to back out - I HAD to go. Standing on the spot I was fighting the urge to squirm and jiggle up and down, or grab myself to numb the desperate urge in my penis for a moment. A delicate blush painted Helena's cheek - she too, was clearly not comfortable. She led the way out of the room, down the corridor. I tried to keep a step or two behind her, so that she wouldn't notice my sightly stiff walk, my hand in my pocket, my occasional squeezing of my penis as I fought to hold my desperate young bladder. Turn, first left, then right. Up another corridor. Silence. No small talk. Helena walked hurriedly, not turning to look at me. The sound of her steps on the tiled floor echoed in the empty corridor. I shuffled equally hurriedly behind her. Please let them be open. Please. Please. Please. As we approached the toilets, I gave my penis one last squeeze and clenched hard. Just in time. Helena turned to face me. "Here they are." "Thank you!" I turned to the door and pushed it. Unyeilding. Locked. My heart sank. It must have showed in my face. "Wait," Helena said, "I'll try the girls for you, I can always stand outside and make sure nobody goes in." I could have kissed her. Though clearly embarrassed by the whole situation, she was trying her best for me. She stepped across the corridor to the girls. Taking the opportunity of her turned back, I bounced up and down behind her, squeezing my legs together, fighting, fighting, fighting to hold it in. Helena raised a hand to the girls toilet door and pushed. It too was locked. I began to panic. There was no way I could hold it all the way home. I straightened up just before she turned back to me, but not quite in time. She caught me straightening, and immediately looked away. "Are you going to be ok?" she asked, real concern in her voice. "Yes," I lied, "I'll be fine, I'll just wait till we get back." Back through the corridors, Helena walking ahead of me, me lagging behind, hand in my pocket again, squeezing my penis, desperately trying to numb the intense urge in it's tip enough to keep my pee in. I could feel the muscles in the base of my penis fluttering with the effort of clenching, and the fullness of my bladder heavy in my lower abdomen. As we reached the classroom again my teammates were just leaving to get back on the bus. I turned to follow them. "Bye,' said Helena suddenly, "sorry I could't help." I turned, briefly forced a smile, then followed out of the building towards the bus. I chose a seat at the back of the bus, with a row to myself. The bus was a 16 seater, and there were only 7 in the chess team, so spreading out was not a problem thank goodness. As the bus pulled out of the school, I sat and squirmed in my seat, willing my muscles to hold on that little bit longer, willing my bladder to be big enough to hold to school. Minutes passed. The bus rocked, shuddered and jolted as we drove back through the town, every jolt, every turn sending spasms through my bladder. About half way home the urge intensified suddenly. I clenched hard, sat forward, rocked back and forth in my seat, grabbed my penis and squeezed for all I was worth. Clench. Clench. I felt my muscles flutter. CLENCH. Squeeze. Flutter again. I felt a spurt escape, felt it flow though my tubes, felt it come out of the tip, and felt it's dampness against my fingers through my trousers. Shit. Panicking, I bounced up and down, violently squeezing myself, clenching as hard as I could. Another spurt. Another, another. I was losing control. I could feel my boxers growing wet around me, as I kept squeezing myself I could feel the crotch of my trousers dampening against my fingers. Shit, shit, shit. I looked around. Nobody was watching, everyone else looking out of the windows of the bus into the darkness as we drove through the housing estate around the school. Nearly there. Squirming and clenching like mad, I regained a bit of control, and held back the spurting. I looked down at my crotch. Even in the darkness of the bus I could see my trousers had a wet patch. How was I going to get off the bus? I did up my blazer. It covered my crotch, just. I kept squirming, kept clenching - if I could just hold on 5 more minutes I could be off the bus and into the toilets at school. The minutes passed slowly. My young, tired muscles struggled. I felt another spurt escape, fresh wetness flowing into my boxers and trousers. Grabbing myself and squeezing myself I stopped the flow again. I could feel the pee against the inside of my leg, the fabric of my trousers growing wet from it. The bus stopped. Engine died into silence. Among the bustle of people getting bags and coats I gingerly stood, one hand in my pocket, one hand holding my blazer in place trying to disguise that I had started to wet myself. Everyone got off the bus ahead of me. I shuffled down it, and stepped off, every step I took threatening to overpower my control, threatening my clenched muscles. Another spurt. I squeezed myself and kept squeezing, trying to physically prevent any more pee coming out, though I could feel my full, tortured, tired bladder contracting, trying to force it out. I could't clench against it anymore, I just couldn't. My muscles had given up. I tried as hard as I could to keep tightening them against the flow. The urge I felt was unbearable, my bladder contracting, forcing pee through my penis, my hand squeezing it closed. Half running, half shuffling I made for the Lower School building. The lights were still on. I could see a cleaner inside. I felt trickle of pee escape, running out of me, into my crotch. I could feel the warm wet feeling spread down my leg. Into the building, past the cleaner. Crashed into the unlocked door of the boys toilet. In front of a urinal. Hand away. I clenched as hard as I could to hold it back, but I couldn't. As I struggled with my fly, bouncing and squirming like mad, the dam burst and I felt my pee spraying out of me, into my uniform trousers. Fly undone. Hand in through the fly, grabbed my penis and pulled it out, spraying pee everywhere as I did. Aim. Unclench. Release. The spurting spray turned into a torrent against the urinal. I felt my whole body relax, the tension of the last hour flowing out of me. My boxers, the crotch of my trousers and the inside of my trouser legs were soaked. Finally, my flow subsided. Final couple of spurts, shake, and put myself away and re-zipped my fly. My blazer could't cover the damage anymore. I walked quickly past the cleaner, blushing beat red, hoping against hope they wouldn't notice. I pushed open the school door and walked out into the night air, for a very damp walk home. Cg125
  25. Heya everyone, just wanted to add the video I just did of me wetting my jeans - the main thread is here http://omorashi.org/...-daily-updates/ :) Enjoy! x