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Totally fictional story, just a quick one that I kind of entertained on a whim, semi-based off of true circumstances. Dear goodness I had a lot of trouble even getting this started, if there are multiple postings I am sorry, I had been in training for a while trying to get myself into shape, this involved big changes in diet and daily exercise, and one of the biggest changes that came about from this was the amount of water I had to drink in a day. I used to fill a gallon milk jug every morning and would finish it before bedtime. And of course with that much liquid going in, it reflected in how much I put out, and how long it took to get it all out. I've always had a rather large bladder, but a much shyer one, at least from what I could tell judging from the other people I hung around. I never used the toilets at school, heck I barely knew what the bathrooms looked like. I never had a problem going pretty much a whole day without using the bathroom until before bed. On long bus rides I would watch as people scrambled for the toilets after riding for a few hours and not feel like I had to go at all. And even car trips with a bunch of guys occasionally they'd all stop and get out and go to their respective corners of the vehicle and piss brazenly outside while I waited around, I could never bring myself to take my dick out in public like that, much less have a pee. They never took very long either, 15-30 seconds if they were desperate, whereas I could and usually did pee for close to a minute once I got started, I always imagined everyone zipping up and getting ready to get back in the car while I'm still going and going. The scenarios in my mind alone got me good at holding. After I started this gallon jug a day routine, I finally really experienced the feeling of not being able to hold on, and my evening pees lasted up to two minutes or more and really felt amazing. It was around that time i started experimenting with my capacity. Even going as far as teasing myself standing in front of a toilet with my penis out, forcing myself to hold on as my bladder begged for release, until I really couldn't hold any longer and the urine forced itself down and out into the waiting waters below. Then, I grew bolder still and sometimes I would go for a jog down at a local high school track in the evening, and after a few laps of feeling the pee sloshing around inside me, when I felt I could take it no more I would run up and hide under the bleachers to let it out. It was summer and there were no kids there, and usually late at night no people at all either. And because I'm a creep and had a stopwatch that I timed my laps with, I could time how long I pissed for. Day after day I watched as drinking more of the gallon jug during the day would increase my urination by a few seconds each time, climbing to 2 and 2.5 minutes non-stop. The relief was intoxicating. Now, if there were people around, I would cut the running short and drinking short and head back home just to prevent quite literally getting "caught with my pants down". Although I did develop a fascination wondering what would ever happen should I get caught, I surely wouldn't be able to stop the stream once it got going, and given my past record of shy bladdered-ness I pushed these thoughts away as unhealthy. One day after getting to the track later than usual as the sun was setting, I figured this would be a fine day to go ahead and drink up all the remaining water in the jug and get to running, maybe I could even break my record for a pee break while I was at it.. Everything went as normal and as I nearing my fourth lap, I was concentrating hard on keeping the flood at bay, and due to my pressing need I managed to stumble a bit on a stray rock along the track and twist one of my ankles. The pain was pretty bad and was rather detrimental to walking, luckily I was in front of the bleachers and there was a set of steps nearby that I was able to hobble over to and sit down on while my ankle rested. Unfortunately, I still really needed to pee, but with my ankle hurt the way it was I wasn't really able to stand up and take care of it. I sat desperately trying to think of a way to get myself under the bleachers but after trying to stand for just a moment bracing myself on the hand railing of the stairs I realized that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, about that time I felt my hold start to loosen as urine began to work down my shaft. I clutched at my penis through my basketball shorts and sat myself back down looking as the place where the head was grew a little darker with liquid. I had finally reached my limit, all the water and jostling of my bladder was too much for me to take. It was then that i looked down in front of me, the steps themselves led down into dry dirt before the track started. I figured it could use the watering and would dry up before it could be discovered by anyone, so I let go of my dick and quickly pulled up the left leg of my shorts and boxers allowing it to flop down and unleash a thick gush of urine. Pee shot out in front of me a few feet and so I aimed it down a bit more so that it was going into the dirt right in front of me, I underestimated how much I was letting out and the dry dirt soon formed a puddle that was growing by the second filling the air with splashing not unlike that of a downpour of rain on the waiting earth, it was pelting the ground with such force that my legs were both getting some back spray off the ground. The release was better than any I'd had before, I shut my eyes and sighed as I focused on feeling my bladder slowly deflate. No more than ten seconds in, I heard something that shocked my right to my core. "Uhm, are you okay? I was just coming down to do some jogging when I saw you trip and hobble over here... uh... oh..." Caught. I'd been caught. And judging by the voice a girl no less. She's going to call the police, I'm going to jail, I'm going to be a sex offender. Rampant thoughts ran through my mind as my bladder voided it's contents endlessly on the ground. I craned my neck around to see my would be captor, a thin girl with hair tied into a pony tail in the back, she had a small white tank top on and green short shorts as she stood with her hand covering her mouth upon realizing what I was doing "I'm sorry! I just had a lot to drink and I couldn't hold it anymore, please don't have me arrested!" I pleaded as still my stream hit the ground below. "Oh, it's you..." she said as she approached me "I've seen you under the bleachers before." She was now around in front of me, I tried to cover myself with both my hands as the pee drained on. "So this is what it looks like up close, it's bigger than I thought" I didn't understand, I always checked to see if there were any cars or anything around before I'd gone to the bathroom. She's seen me before? It's bigger than she thought? While I pondered if I should take that as a compliment, I noticed her tense her legs together tightly as she eye'd my still going dick. "What are you talking about?" I asked puzzled. "Well, I usually come here really late to run after I get off work. I live close by so I usually just walk here, and usually by the time I get here I've seen you dash up under the bleachers here, and after seeing that a few times I got curious what was going on, so I'd sneak around to the side so I could see what you were doing under here. At first I was like "oh he's just peeing" but then I saw just how much of an endeavor it was for you, I'd never seen a boy "going" before and I kind of wanted to sneak up surprise you a few times, but I couldn't think of anything to say and didn't really want to scare you and you stop coming here, so I just settled for watching in the wings." Again I noticed her legs fidgeting slightly as she pushed her toned thighs together. "So, you've been watching this whole time?" I said aghast that someone had been watching me all this time and I had no idea. "I guess so, it's kinda been my thing that I've kept hidden all my life, a fascination with peeing, and sometimes," she winced, "after you leave I have a nice long leak myself. The bathrooms at work are disgusting so I usually wait til I get home, until I saw you here, I've kept holding and see if I can make it to pee outside here." She crossed one leg and grabbed her crotch. "In fact, sometimes it's all I can do to wait for you to finish and leave before I come over and pee, so if you'd hurry up and finish anytime now that would be great, cause as it is, I really, really, gotta go." She bent over slightly at the waist and held herself tighter. I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing, here a beautiful girl secretly watching me piss on a daily basis, bursting with pee herself as she waited for my ever voiding bladder to finish it's long awaited pee. "I-I'm sorry, I'll try to hurry it up." I said as I clenched down and forced out even more pee with much force. "Oh hurry, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!" She said as she bounced up and down, I watched as her small breasts bounced lightly in her shirt. Finally after about 20 more seconds my stream slowed to a trickle and then a few drops and finally nothing, I gave one last push to force the last bit out which weakly splashed down into the puddle. "Done? Oh thank goodness!" She said as she pulled her pants and underwear down in one motion and squatted right in front of me and let out a sigh as her own stream splashed into the puddle below. "Whew, I really didn't have much more time there, I've been holding this all day, and you weren't exactly helping either." She sighed again and grasped her knees a little more as she relaxed even further and her piss picked up in force. "My apologies at hogging the toilet" I said jokingly as I adjusted my shorts back to cover my dick, which as I watched her there, pee streaming heavily into the puddle that I created, breasts lightly pushed together creating just a bit of cleavage, and her slightly flushed look of relief it was becoming increasingly difficult to fit it back into my underwear. "Oh my, it gets even bigger still?" She said as she was once again looking right at my penis. "Only when there's a gorgeous girl wetting like there's no tomorrow in front of me." I responded, taking the opportunity to check out where she was peeing from as well" "Hey, no peeking, well, maybe just a little, it's only fair I suppose." She said as she spread her legs just a bit more giving me more of a view of the waterfall of urine pouring out of her. After what felt like ages her stream finally started to trickle down to nothing but a few drops, she too forced the last bit out and shook herself slightly to dry and with that she pulled her pants back up. "Well, that was some introduction." I said, "My name is Nakasette." "Sara." She said with a smile. "I think I've got some other things to take care of, I looked down slightly at the bulge in my pants, and I still don't think I'm in any shape for walking just yet." "I think I can help with both of those things..." She stated as she extended a hand down to help me up, I grabbed hold and pulled myself up with my other hand on the railing, and carefully stepped over the massive puddle as I leaned on her slightly to support me as we walked away towards my car. The End
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Background: my wife had taken a job 1500 miles from where we lived, and after 1 year was coming back home. I went to help her move back. We packed up the car and started the drive back. We took a leisurely drive back, visiting several amazing National Parks. I frequently held it and made no serious effort to find a restroom. She was sympathetic. After we got home the grass was seriously overgrown. I drank 2 liters of Coke and about an hour later, when I became aware of my bladder, I started mowing. I was about half done and couldn’t hold it. My undies were soon soaked and there was a growing pool in my plastic panties. A few days later my wife went to the doctor and discovered she was pregnant with our first child. She got home and told me, and much to my surprise, made me promise to stop wetting, including wearing plastic panties when I mowed. I agreed, but hid my plastic panties. I stayed dry. She gave birth in an emergency C-section. We got home and I went back to work, doing both my job and her job. After several weeks the infant started sleeping through the night. The infant was about 2 1/2 months old. I got home for the night. She gave me holy hell with both barrels about why I wasn’t helping more with the infant. I drank several cups of tea and a soft drink with dinner. Then I managed to get into the bathroom without her knowing. I had a mountain of paperwork to do. I put the infant in bed and she went to bed. I started dealing with my paperwork, the hard part first leaving the mindless part for last. I became aware of the growing pressure in my bladder. I continued with the paperwork until I had to struggle mightily to control my bladder; I held until the last possible seconds. I really wanted to stay dry. I got up and walked to where to the left was bathroom and to the right was infant’s room. I turned left, got my pants but not my plastic panties down and was in front of the toilet when the infant started crying. I was completely dry. I very much did not want my wife to wake up, so I thought if necessary I could change and clean up me and she would never know. I got my pants up and went to the infant’s room. I was just inside his door and sure enough I felt a release and my undies rapidly warmed, so I needed to be changed. I got to his bed and leaned over. The need for being changed got much more pronounced. Then I felt his diaper and he needed to be changed too. I picked him up and put him on the changing table. I concentrated on changing him so I couldn’t hold. There was a growing pool in my plastic panties as I changed him. I put him back in his crib then went back to the bathroom and took off my pants, then sat on the toilet and took down my plastic panties and emptied them, and finished emptying my bladder through my undies. I went to our bedroom and was getting clean undies. The infant started crying again. This time she woke up wanting to know what the noise was. I told her it was the infant and I had just changed him so had no idea what else I could do. She got up and went to him. I took off my plastic panties and soaked undies, put on my new undies and went to bed. A few days later she asked me point blank that when the infant started crying I seemed to be doing something with my undies drawer so I peed in my pants, didn’t I? I told her what happened, except for the plastic panties part. I said I was going to use the toilet when the infant started crying, and I quickly decided I wanted her to sleep so I thought if necessary I could clean up me so I went to the infant and I did indeed go in my pants. Would she have preferred I let the infant awaken her? I was dry for about the next 6 months. I didn’t even wear plastic panties while mowing the grass.
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Only cool kids pee their pants - caught at the dog park
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Billy Madison status 😎The most positive public wetting experience I’ve ever had. Was doing a hold and didnt actually mean to wet, but ended up staying an extra hr at the dog park and well... bladder remains undefeated IMG_4300.MOV -
Wetting in target w friend moral support View File Sooo. Ive always wanted to know out this bucket list. My friend agreed to be moral support and let me end my hold at target 10 am to 9 pmish. I barely got to the bathroom and it all poured out (cleaned it up of course). Had to sheepishly stick my head out the bathroom and was like ummm alie could you grab someone for me. You could tell the manager was just awkward. He let me buy some black sweat pants. While everyone could see mt grey wet striped jeans. I changed. And unmm yeah. Dont go back ro that target. Sooooooo exhilarating. Love it. Would do again w moral support. IMG_3373.MOV IMG_3372.MP4 Submitter DarthBane93 Submitted 12/23/2020 Category Male
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I am looking a for a video in which 2 girls are chatting. One of them mentions a guy she was seeing who asked her to pee herself for him, and says it felt kind of good. The other friend then wanders into the other room alone muttering to herself about that interaction and begins to pee her pants in front of a mirror and is caught by the other girl and I think they both pee themselves.
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Wetting in public vlogs and bedwetting tik tok overshare.
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View File Wetting in public vlogs and bedwetting tik tok overshare. Just trying to put the right vibes out there. My friend has been the best moral support for telling me not to be ashamed or embarrassed. Submitter DarthBane93 Submitted 01/17/2021 Category Male-
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Sooo. Ive always wanted to know out this bucket list. My friend agreed to be moral support and let me end my hold at target 10 am to 9 pmish. I barely got to the bathroom and it all poured out (cleaned it up of course). Had to sheepishly stick my head out the bathroom and was like ummm alie could you grab someone for me. You could tell the manager was just awkward. He let me buy some black sweat pants. While everyone could see mt grey wet striped jeans. I changed. And unmm yeah. Dont go back ro that target. Sooooooo exhilarating. Love it. Would do again w moral support. IMG_3373.MOV IMG_3372.MP4Free- 6 comments
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Has anyone ever wet or almost wet under bad circumstances while trying to either make it or wait until you could wet? Example. Like if you were at an amusement park with friends with no intention of wetting but couldn't make it back to the restrooms? Or if you were holding at work but started leaking before you got off or could get home(not necessarily getting caught). My closest experience is probably holding while grocery shopping and starting to leak as I struggle to get all the groceries away. Or even as I'm still unlocking the door. Reply or message me with yours if you have any(:
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This happened a few years ago. I was living with roommates in a rented suburban house, and none of us really knew any of the neighbors. Most were other renters, people moved in and out pretty often. While living there, I had a habit of going out in the backyard at night to pee, after everyone had gone to sleep. It felt so naughty to sneak off to the grass and just let go, technically in public but hidden by the darkness. Most of the time I wouldn’t wet my clothes. But that night I wanted something special. I decided I was going to wet myself in the yard, and I wanted to be as desperate as possible to make the most of it. The thought of releasing a torrent of pee down my legs in the cool night air made me so excited. Since I needed a super full bladder, I opened some cheap wine to sip while I waited. I didn’t want to be fully drunk, just tipsy enough to make it harder to hold, and make me pee a lot when I inevitably lost control. While I drank I got dressed up in a light pink bra and tank top, black miniskirt, and lacy pink panties. Then the important piece: light blue thigh-high stockings. They were made of thick cotton, so they would absorb any wetness quickly and show a very visible dark patch. I felt a little bit fluttery just pulling them up my legs. When I finished getting dressed I drank a lot of water, then settled in at my computer to pass the time. I kept slowly drinking my wine, and I felt myself getting slightly flushed and turned on, knowing what I was planning to do. As I played around online my bladder started filling quickly, and it didn’t take long to feel my first urge to pee. I squirmed a little but mostly ignored it. Time passed and I got deeply into whatever I was doing online, forgetting about my need to pee for a while. I eventually stood up to stretch, and quickly shoved my hand between my legs as I felt a surge of desperation. All the liquid I’d been drinking had finally caught up. My bladder felt hard and heavy, and I had to dance a little to keep from leaking into my panties. I wasn’t quite on the verge of wetting myself yet, but I wanted to be prepared, so I went outside to finish my hold on the porch. I sat down on the steps and bounced my legs, squirming around and pressing my pussy against the concrete. Everything felt so cold at night. It made me shiver, and I could feel my full bladder throbbing and begging for release. I was definitely a bit drunk, and that meant by the time I felt truly desperate I would only be able to hold on for a few moments, especially out in the cold with so much skin exposed. Alcohol gives me that “need to go NOW” feeling, so I end up escalating from holding it to letting go very quickly. It only took a few minutes on the steps before I was frantically grabbing myself, and I knew I couldn’t keep it in much longer. I stood up as carefully as I could manage and hurried to the middle of the yard, my hands pressed tight against my panties the whole way. Normally I would stick to the shadows, but in that state I didn’t think about it. This part of the yard was fairly exposed to other houses, but I was about to burst and feeling bold from the wine... Standing in the grass, I bounced up and down and held myself tight. I was so turned on, knowing I was about to lose control at any second. My bladder was barely holding on. Suddenly, a little jet of pee hissed into my panties, soaking my hand, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my hand away and felt the wet warmth spread as I started peeing myself. My legs shook with relief as I finally let go, but just then, I heard the sound of a door opening. I froze, my stream stopping for a moment, and looked up to see my next door neighbor walking out onto his porch. He was holding a pack of cigarettes, and he looked to be in his thirties, maybe late twenties. I was facing his house, which meant he was also facing me, about twenty feet away. I saw him glance at me with surprise and I quickly looked away, pretending to be out for a walk enjoying the night. I tried to squeeze my muscles tight and hold it, but I couldn’t help it anymore, pee kept slowly streaming down my legs. I could feel it soaking into my stockings and I knew the wet patch was growing. I felt rooted to the spot, and just stood there silently, blushing and listening to the soft hissing sound of pee leaving my pussy. Even in this situation it felt amazing. I was tingling with excitement at the naughtiness of peeing myself out in the open with a stranger around. I didn’t know if he was still watching, but I stayed frozen like that until there was a little puddle around my feet. I managed to regain enough control to make it look like I was casually walking back to my house, but pee kept streaming down my legs as I walked out of view. As soon as I was out of his sight I let go entirely, soaking my stockings even further as my still mostly full bladder emptied itself. It was all I could do to keep from moaning at the release and the excitement, so I quickly shook my dripping feet off and slipped into the house, my heart pounding. Back in my room, I examined my clothes. It was exactly what I expected: my panties were sopping wet, and my light blue stockings were drenched, with a very dark patch covering my inner thighs and calves. From the front the wet spot reached halfway across each leg, it was extremely obvious that I’d peed myself. I was still blushing thinking about being seen, so I went to the shower to wash off and take care of my excitement. I never ran into him again after that. It must have been surprising for him in the first place, to go out for a smoke and find me all alone in the moonlight in a miniskirt and stockings. I don’t know for sure if he saw my wet legs, but even if he somehow didn’t see that (it was very, very visible), he still looked directly at me while I was peeing myself 😳 It was definitely more than I planned for, but it made for an amazing memory 😛 This was the experience I mentioned at the end of my other semi-related story:
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Hey Omo! Have you ever been caught wetting/holding if so whats your story? I couldn't find a thread for this, so i thought it would be a good idea that everyone can share there experiences!
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Caught Bedwetting away from home!!! So embarrassing.
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Had an experience for the ages I thought you’d all appreciate. So it’s one thing to romanicize bedwetting when you appreciate it or fantasize about it. Is another when it happens beyond your control under embarrassing circumstances, like say at your sisters new housewarming party with lots of friends over! 🙈🙈🙈 So yeah I’d just moved back from Colorado (exhausting 36 hour trip because my friend took the wrong way while I was asleep)! And my sister needs help the next day moving into her new house as she just had her first child and I became an uncle! She invites me to her house party the following day where she has coworkers, family, and friends over offering the place to crash to whoever needs it. I was super tired from the day before and the trip preceding it but figured meh why not, she was inviting someone I wanted to see. Now anyone who knows me knows drinking is not at all my scene. So my first mistake was the Jell-O shots while we played the True American drinking game based off new girl. And as luck would have it my sisters friend Laurin was over who I’ve always crushed on, so I made it an attempt to flirt and connect with her. Things seemed to be going well connecting over my recent move and tattoos. I felt like I totally started getting the flirty eyes. But the thing about True American is that it’s sole objective is to get everyone shit faced wayyy too fast. I don’t remember passing out but apparently I passed out on the couch at some point... Short description of me, 185 lbs, athletic build, all the tattoos, buzzed head, light beard, red skinny jeans, grey Taylor Swift concert tee. I don’t even remember dreaming, next thing I remember is it’s 3 am and I vaguely groggily hear a voice shriek omg I think he did wet his pants or something to that effect and like the distinct sound of camera shutters. I’m still in hazy foggy mostly asleep state of being and halfway back to sleep when I hear my name directly called wake me up and feel myself being lightly shaken awake to my sister telling me I had an accident. I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. I look down and the red pants I’m wearing have a giant unmistakable wet patch on them and the couch is soaked along with it having crept up my back. There was no denying it, I’d completely pissed myself in front of everyone as a 26 year old adult; but worst of all in front of my crush. My sister looks genuinely upset I’ve ruined her couch but equally sympathetic as she thought I’d grown out of it and knew I was super self conscious and embarrassed about it. Meanwhile Laurin is drunk enough with her friends that they’re just like having the drunk giggles and in comic disbelief I wet the bed/couch. I end up on a lot of Snapchat and Insta stories and it was mortifying in the moment needless to say. You would think this would be the worst and most mortifying part of the night but it wasn’t. My sister let me in her room for the night to try and calm down from all the embarrassment. She knew I crushed really hard on Laurin and felt really bad about it all. I can’t go back to sleep replaying everything 1000 times over in my head as I’m prone to do. Likely a function of Aspergers. Next thing I know someone knocks on the door and it’s Laurin. Now description of her. My sisters age so 3 years older. Small frame say 120-130 I’m bad at weight lol, a cup but perfect to me, nice butt. Blue hair (naturally black) and septum ring I always go crazy for. Some tattoos but not nearly as much as me, though she’s actually a beginner tattoo artist which I definitely appreciate!! Idk if my sister told her or she picked up from the vibes before I passed out, but she came in to let me know it wasn’t so bad and shared the most embarrassing experiences she’d ever had to try and make me feel better. She even teased me some and said she thought it was kind of cute in an innocent way that it happened. We end up connecting some more and I just get the feeling she’s just waiting on me to acknowledge years of unspoken feelings and I get the vibe this might be a pivotal moment so I express them which has always been super hard for me. Probably came out like when Harry first asked Cho out lol. She lets me know she wants to explore those feelings too and says she’s down to stay with me if I’m okay with that.. We end up connecting more than I ever thought possible over life, music, nerd ish, cuddling and questioning when feelings were realized developed on both sides. We’re both starting to get tired after a while (Harry Potter) as background noise. Then I was hoping the question wouldn’t come but she asked me if wetting the bed was something I had problems with. I didn’t know how to answer so I just panic reacted a half truth and said I’d grown out of it and probably just a one off from being tired. We end up falling cuddling asleep together to a Harry Potter marathon neither of us paid much attention too. All ends well enough right? Well turns out not. Turns out my sister let spill to her friends outside it’s something I used to have all the problems with growing up. And they’re getting a kick out of it and also like drunk annoyed Lauren stayed with me. Next time I’m cognizant I wake up to the feeling of my hand in warm water... that’s weird why is that there oh shit!!!!!..... as I instantly put two and two together by the telltale clammy feeling of a wet crotch area and even worse it’s on Laurin. Her friends had somehow gotten even more wasted throughout the night and thought it’d be funny to see if it happened again. I was mortified!! This time on the floor thankfully but also on my crush while on such shaky ground. Lauren ended up being super understanding about it and got peeved at her friends for it. But we ended up talking later and she floated the idea of diapers if it still happened often enough. And now I’ve ended up in diapers 🙈🙈. But I haven’t told her yet. Was feeling kinda mortified until at least the abs made me feel better. Always something if it’s not being 300 lbs and body image conscious it’s having a dualistic mindset on wetting the bed again. Hope you guys enjoy. Anyone ever wet the bed not at their house and been caught?-
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Ever been caught desperate and denied you need to go?
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I used to be so so embarrassed to tell anyone I needed to pee. Even to the point if I was asked if I needed the bathroom I would always deny it! Heres a few examples: in high school I detested the bathrooms as they were full of smokers. One afternoon in class towards the end of the day I was bursting but trying hard to hide it. I crossed my legs, bounced my knees, wriggled about and tightened my muscles. I must have not been hiding it that well as the girl beside me eventually asked quietly if I needed to go to the toilet but I just went red with embarrassment and shook my head despite almost wetting myself. I couldn’t have managed the 20 minute walk home so the minute the bell rang I walked quickly to the bathrooms despite how much I hated them. During my studies at university I had to go on placement. To begin with this was days and days of observation and I could never muster the courage to ask where the bathrooms were unless I was actually shown. I always took a packed lunch with me. One placement I left the halls of residence early and drive to the placement. I had to wait for the person I was observing at the front desk then she took me to her office where she gave me a mug of tea then I had to shadow her all day. At lunch time I was lead to a staff room but couldn’t see any bathrooms. By the afternoon I was so uncomfortable and finding it so hard to stay still. Another student was observing another person but at one point we were together and he noticed me fidgeting and whispered ‘the toilets are to the right near the office’ but I looked back at him shocked and whispered back ‘i’m Just cold and tired but thanks’. I swallowed m6 pride and found them at 5pm but not before I had leaked in my knickers! And a very recent one. I had to attend a very long business meeting one afternoon. The agenda was long and complex but as I was an active part in it I had to sit through the full meeting. I’d had tea with my lunch before going and more tea and water during the meeting and by three quarters through I genuinely thought I would have a huge accident I was so desperate! I was sweating and distracted and the person chairing the meeting must have thought i looked ill or stressed or maybe it was blatantly obvious I was bursting for the loo. He looked right at me and in front of the whole meeting room said ‘if anyone needs to take a short break I don’t mind.’ I was mortified but shook my head and said quietly ‘’m fine to continue if everyone else is’ despite feeling droplets of urine at the tip of my urethra dripping into my underwear! The feeling of finally peeing that day was only intensified by another woman from the same meeting peeing loudly in the stall next to me and commenting brazenly ‘oh my God i was seconds from peeing myself if that meeting hadn’t stopped!’ I had unfortunately been so blinkered by my own extreme need I hadn’t even noticed any signs that this woman had been bursting too! So have you ever been bursting but denied it if someone asked?- 70 replies
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Caught pissing in the trash during a doctors visit!
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Hello my wonderful Omo community! IT’S SUMMER!! At least where I live. What’s my most active time of year for holding, wetting, and all similar? Summer! i thought I would start this thread to chronicle all my happenings this season, and to help keep them in order (more for myself, but hopefully you’ll enjoy too!) So I wish all you lovely humans out there a prosperous season, and wish you all the best in your endeavors!
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View File Public Pissers Caught by Truck Driver! Title says it all. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/10/2020 Category Female
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My disclaimer-.thingy; if any of my stories are two graphic or sexual pls tell me and I'll stop posting. These are real experiences and this one took place the first weekend of November of 2016. My husband recently was informed that his father passed away. Sad part was, he didn't care, the man his dad used to be died when drugs entered the scene. His mother followed suit, but she sobered up almost a year, trying to get her stuff in order. His cousin, rachelle begged Darren to come down, that his mother is sober and he just needs to come now! She even agreed to dress modestly, (she dresses slutty but is slutty too though) and that she cut her partners down to one. So we packed, i told him he should go and I'll come with him only if he wants. I wanted too but I didn't want to over step the line.. So I packed up a bag, we were going for 4 days, I was kinda excited and I also ordered a thong one piece swimsuit, the day before. I honestly don't know why other women like full granny panty styles, maybe I'm just used to what I wear because my husband bought them for me and I love feeling sexy and I love the way he'd grab my ass or stare at it especially when I'm in thigh highs and not in full pantyhose. When I'd sit in his lap i could feel his excitement, which makes me a very happy wife ;) It was a beautiful drive through Manitoba to Saskatchewan , you can tell the changes between the provinces. We had a good 8 hour drive. Listened to music, even took a small detour and had a picnic by a water fall. If the situation was different I'd either spread em or suck him off. Private and alone and out doors, the idea, the risk of being caught got my juices flowing. (Making me embarrassed to even go there ). We make it to our destination, wow! I never been here before, or have I met Darren's aunt but uncle once when rachelle was visiting back to when we lived in B.C . It was bad lol and a story within itself. I was maybe 16? I'm 28 now, wow ^^' So day one, we settled. Day two was the funeral speech, it was day 3 and 4 that things got abit crazy lol. Day 3) I was wearing a pink dress with floral patterns, it came right to my knees standing up. The shortest I am "allowed" to go too, (after the mall incident, rules baby lol rules) with white pantyhose and a white shrug. I even wore my pink lace thong and matching bra set. I had my hair in a clip but down, it's hard to describe it but it was my hubby's favorite down style and he was unusually quiet and withdrawn. He hasn't spoken to his mother not even a hi, and she's sitting there being quiet, I know his dad wasn't nice and she just let him be a jerk but she was the Better one of the two. My mom ran off when I was 14, his mom wants to be back in his life and wants me as her daughter in law, she sobered up!! I told Darren to follow me, maybe I can reason with him? So we went to the room we had, rachelles old room apparently, I know the grieving process can be difficult. We haven't touched of did anything but I understand,!not in someone's house but he was a space case I told him he needed to talk to his mama. He said no thank you. Hmm, maybe he needed some inspiration, it's been two days. Record amount of time we haven't done anything while he's off from the base, so I did what a good wife did, I lifted up my dress and proceeded to strip. He said not right now. I got mad lol no way I was being rejected! I'm scared to death of being caught and this isn't ideal for me either, he didn't touch or nothing, so I let my dress drop back to normal and told him to be a man and talk to his mama! He was getting upset, i slapped him hard and told him to be a man! I'll break the friggen ice!! I want a mom figure and she's nice I'm sure! Maybe it was my hormones but I told him I don't take rejection well right now so I lifted my dress up partially and moved my pantyhose and thong to my knee caps and told him now! I never been so assertive it was hot and I held his head into me. Omg the rush lol, he has a nice way of using his tongue, I had pleasure very fast and quickly dressed properly in case someone came in. I grabbed his hand and he talked to his mom. Yay. I later apologized and he said I got needs too But I told him that I wasnt sorry about that but sorry about slapping him ^^* Time passed, I wanted to be naughty , I also really wanted Tim hortons coffee really bad, I wasn't expecting that his cousin and her fiancé wanted to come with, it's a 30min drive. So much for my little road side plan to show my appreciation for earlier ;) but the urge to be naughty was still very strong. We make it to our coffee stop and I got my coffee with a bottle of water and sat down. We visited for a few hours and I must of have 4 cups of coffee, bad since I shouldn't due to pregnancy lol, this was the first time his cousin wasn't being all purvey, she was pleasant. Rachelle wanted to freshen up and her fiancé was getting water and a donut but the line was busy. I had to pee really really bad at this time and I was engaged in a conversation with my hubby and I gave no hint or indication and I began to pee all over the seat. I didn't want anyone to notice so after I was done I whispered and told him I dropped something and asked if he could get it for me. He looked and his face was bright red, as soon as I saw rachelle heading over I "spilled " my bottle of water unto my lap, it hid what really happened well. It was almost 2 weeks since my last "Mis hap" ^^' my bad! Nothing came of it I was being mischievous and a tease. It was 2am and he had his arm around me and I was on my side and he had a massive thing going poking my butt, I decided to let him sleep since we had a lot to do at 7am. I love being a tease but I don't like when he goes without :( unless he makes me pay for it later ;) We were busy busy busy, from after breakfast to lunch. I hate being pregnant sometimes, sometimes I crave interesting things but other times I get extremely horny and when I feel that I get alittle adventurous ;) and I'm way to easy to please, last time I was pregnant he grabbed my ass and I orgasmed, I also didn't show until 7months so I'm kinda hoping it'll be the same this time too ;) My hubby was sitting on a lazy boy chair that rocked back and forth, I didn't know about him, but I was definitely see what his plans were. I was wearing black thigh highs and a red thong, the type that gets wet easily. I wanted to be daring, and give him something to think about for the way home, reward him for sucking up his pride ;) to further tease him, i asked if he could look at me and he did, I lifted up my skirt I was wearing, but my lip abit and began to spontaneously pee. His eyes widen and he was getting very distracted for sure. I let it out slow just to taught him then I heard the noise, his cousin came back early and watched me do this and even had the nerve to take a picture :| this was very humiliating, I released my skirt real fast!! I couldn't even form words as I tried to speak. D demanded her phone to delete the incriminating photo but she said the only way that's gonna happen if we humor her. My stomach turned and twisted, I felt like I was gonna be sick. To make it worse I'm holding in what I can but it's very difficult at this point. I see now how he hated her, unless she's on a leash she can be mean and i thought honestly we made a truce. She told me to lift up my skirt...I begged her to just stop but she was gonna send a copy of the stuff to her email for later. My hubby doesn't respond well to black mail but it's like a gun to my head and I lifted it up. She walked around me and asked if I'd finish, I slowly shook my head and started to cry quietly, vowing to never partake in this again ! Even in remote privacy. She got all weird and asked my hubby why he's into this and then why I'm doing this. She wanted to see me finish, something about seeing it online but never in real life besides the time one of her many partners in the past asked her too. I felt really humiliated and I could see him get angry, I decided to just finish if it means getting rid of the video and ex communication with her. After I did finish i couldn't speak out loud but pushed a whisper asking if I could now put my skirt back. She gave me the go ahead, then threw herself onto the couch and was actually upset. Her fiancé ended things and wanted her to be a woman and not a whore and I guess he made reference to me as an example. She didn't have to be so mean and hurtful..I also found out she resented me but I don't understand what I did wrong!! I sobbed in my hubbies arms, shed continued her poor me speech. I hated her and I see she'll never change..her mom is nice , her dad is nice, what went wrong?? She chucked Darren her phone to remove the photos but saw photos of her bruised And what not. I zoned out abd didn't want to stress out, stress can cause a miscarriage and I don't want that. I started to feel sorry for her, she used sex and her sex appeal to keep relationships but no love and when she found someone who tried being a nice guy she fucked that up in her whoresh ways. She wanted to know if she was gay or bi, and I was her victim , she told me I have a nice ass kissed my lips and ran off. I was mortified. (More happened but not in relation to this experience and most likely my last, maybe)
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I have never had such a daring (and I daresay- liberating!) wetting in my life. While driving home to Pennsylvania from North Carolina, I thought with dismay how I took very few pictures of the mountains while traveling. I pondered this- among other things- as I drank my morning coffee. Once I was nearly out of NC (but only about an hour into my drive) I started feeling distress signals from my bladder. I really didn't feel like stopping, but knew that the coffee would exponentially increase my desperation. About 20 min later I reached the Tennessee border with a somewhat alarmed bladder. As luck would have it, I noticed an exit for a 'scenic overlook' where (mostly) tourists go to take pictures of the mountain scenery. I thought: "Perfect! I'll pee, then take some lovely photos while I'm there". The overlook was empty (seeing as it was a Wednesday morning) but once I got out of my car I saw this sign: My heart sank as I thought about prolonging my pee, as well as missing the opportunity to capture the bucolic mountain sides. With a brazen bout of confidence- seeing as I was the only one there- I decided to relish the sunshine and strong breeze by completely soaking my pants to my feet. I managed to not only wet the front to the completely (ankles not pictured) But the back of my pants (I think for the first time ever) were saturated!!! This was achieved by chance, with the help of boxer briefs and fortuitous positioning. I felt completely free! Feeling the warm sun and stiff breeze interacting with the warm wetness on my legs, I actually dared to stroll around the overlook and take pictures- truly high on the experience of being surrounded by only mountains (well, and the mostly out-of-sight highway) in my freshly soaked pants. I took off my filled converse (not pictured) and snapped these photos, after taking some mountain scenes and walked back to my car. I opened my driver 's side door and reached for some clothes that I had worn during my trip, now in the passenger's seat, when I snapped back to reality; a blue jeep with a young couple had pulled onto the exit and was pulling into a parking space 3 own from me! Unless they willfully averted their gaze, they most certainly saw my wet pants from behind, as I was reaching into my passenger's seat through the driver's side. I turned and reflexively waved (I think, sub-consciously, so as to not appear suspicious). I was holding my red long-sleeved shirt in my hands, which helped partially cover my front as they exited their vehicle and I scurried to the back of my car to grab a change of clothes out of my bag. They were absolutely silent as they walked away from the parking spaces and made their way to the overlook. As for me, I cleaned myself with a towel that I had in my bag and made a quick change in my driver's seat, before hightailing it onto the highway. Check out the overlook! And me standing on one of the benches
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As a disclaimer I got kinda personal but it's the way I am I think, yea.. Lol My third offical big moment in omorashi. ((Intro)) Things wernt exactly peaches and creme at the time. In fact we were headed towards divorce, because of me. I'm not just saying that, it was my fault, and my hubby was so good to me and I was losing that, I was really really messing things up. I was suffering from chronic depression, and refused proper help until my best friend helped me gain control of my life and put me back on track, he didn't give up on me, my hubby tried and failed so many times, he was done. We had a huge fight and I threw back in his face all his love, wants, anything that was hurtful to throw back. I resented how he wanted me to grow my hair out, to wear skirts, dresses, thongs, and even his secret fetish of omorashi even though it's been like 7 years.. I was a bitch. This was September of 2016. I honestly was feeling suicidal, you know the saying, 3rd attempt a charm. I also discovered I was possibly pregnant. Things got so out of hand my best friend Jo Jo intervened and even stood up to my husband. (If you knew my hubby, you'd see why it's a shock, he'd tear u to pieces if he wanted too). I felt like Jo Jo stood between me and him, great. If I lost both of them due to me, I'm better off dead anyways.. I got blasted too, he never took sides. I made him angry, D pissed him off. But he stood by and helped us ...well me. I started medication which helped and a professional councillor . Even with my head above clouds, he'd stop touching me..not even a hug...a peck on the cheek or anything. I would of even settled for a punch to the face...I took it all for granted... I was dead to him...and that hurt me so much, it hit me hard. Part 1: I was taking my medication and seeing my councillor. I tried doing things to keep busy. My brother recently got a girlfriend. He's 24, she's 18. She's a lovely girl. We decided to make a family dinner. She wanted to impress my dad. D wasn't even gonna come..but did. He and my dad don't get along. Daddy hates him and It adds to the hurt. I told my dad if he wants me and his grandchild in his life, he better love D now, he had to choose. I never stood up for my hubby...id withdrawal and cry...for days. 6 days once... Jenn called D and pissed him off...he later apologizes and all. After 3 weeks away...I had to decide no matter what , if I love my hubby and want to keep him, I need to go all out, anything goes. I was even concidering his fetish, I was desperate to hold into him. The more I looked back the past 7 years, the more i relized that I had it so good, the love, attention, desire , I was worth something to him that I didn't even know how. He needs me to fight for him he needed me, he pulled all the weight for 7 years, it's my turn to care for him. I also snooped into his email, it was certain, the only reason he agreed to come is to quietly tell me it's done. It was the worst, I even called Jo Jo and he told me a few things that may change his mind as long as I keep it up. Be happy and get the help I need. More legs less mouth, (sex vs oral sex) , he said fetishes and turn ons optional, look into it later if need be. In short, intimacy lol. You know. Wifey stuff. Okay; It was saturday afternoon, my husband was commuting over to our main house. I wanted to wow him. I had a blue sweater based top, thin material, a blue long skirt, kinda flarey with white trim near the bottom, he loves loves love when I have my hair down, with a good sized clip, and brown boots with straps running up my legs. White pantyhose, pink lace and bra set. He loves the lace for something's but solid fabric for others ;). I even got new studs for my tongue rings as well. (Yes I have 2) He finally made it here and you can tell he didn't want to be here. I gave him a huge hug and took him inside. He told me he needed to talk, I felt scared but I had a big plan and wanted to make sure it'll work. I ran upstairs and when he got into the room I took off my shirt . He loves to see me in a bra and skirt, (especially when I go down on him). This wasn't the plan but plans adapt if needed. It's been a month, you can tell he was sexually frustrated. I kissed him and tried to unzip his pants. He refused me and told me he wanted to talk. So I sat on the couch and he on the chair. I told him to sit with me, rest your head on my lap, talk to me. We talked for a good while then Jennifer walked in. I didn't have my shirt...she turned around apologized and left really fast lol. I started to get wet, mm, risky lol. I gasped and we finished talking. I don't think he wants to leave me but I need to still do this. A month :(. It was a good talk I put my shirt on and we went down for dinner. I sat really close to my hubby, even touched him under the table. I'm really trying to get attention lol. He squeezed thr inside of my leg, omg I need him now!! My face went red and I put my head on the table. After dinner we had a movie date with my brother and his girlfriend. My hubby drove, I sat beside him looking at his...stuff lol. We sat in the back, and half way I decided to rub my arm his way. Pop corn...yes! My excuse. I wanted to go back out, but just with my hubby. We dropped them off , I got changed into my white denim skirt made out of a thinner material then most, just to my knees, and purple version of the shirt I was wearing and went out to Denny's. It was open. We made small talk until we got there. Plan P..erm..B is set in motion. I sat there drinking tea and ice tea and talked my feelings on a serious matter. I think I drank like 4 cups of icetea and 2 green tea, I was feeling the pressure. I told him I want things to work, and I'm willing to do anything. I told him what I started to do on my end. It was 1am, and I'm really desperate. I managed to hide it, for now. We paid, for the bill and he held my hand, lol it sounds silly but it meant a lot after a month and stuff.. We drove for 15min? I was gonna burst, I could feel the pee wanting to escape. I persuaded him to pull over and to let me see the stars lol, pathetic but he did. It was warm, I placed my hands in the front of my skirt, I couldn't let go even if I wanted too, it's been so long since I last had an accident purposely. He came up and told me was sorry, he wants to make it work. I told him I wanted to show him something before we head home. Which is a 2 min drive...lol. I told him to move past the car a few feet to show him something. I was breathing very hard and i smoothed out my skirt, closed my eyes, and peed. Pee quickly raced down my legs, streaking my pantyhose from back front and sides of both legs, my white skirt came transparent, you can just tell I was in a pink thong, I pressed even harder and fell to my knees rubbing. D was getting excited but tried to restrain himself. The feeling of piss filling my thong before exploding outwards, I almost orgasmed, omg, it wasn't even a second later Darren lost his control and we began making out. It was blissful, he was so impatient he tore my piss soaked skirt, pantyhose and threw me onto the car. It was exciting, he began drilling me from behind, I came so hard Screamed so loud, and when he was done he turned me around , took off my shirt and his and re entered. I scratched his back until blood drew, he was giving it to me good. I could feel him close, i dug my nails into his back as he exploded in me. Then I heard what everyone wanted to hear after hot sex "hands up where I can see them" Omg...it was the police!!! He got my hubby to go on his knees with his hands over his head, and the officer asked me if I was okay. He was responding to a 911 call that described a rape, my nail marks in his back didn't help. I scrambled to cover up what I could, I kinda knew the officer..,he's sorta my bosses husband...I told him this is my husband, and that he wasn't raping me, I managed to explain things and he told us to go. False alarm. He promised to not say what he saw . Omg my heart was racing. I was dripping and my skirt was torn, hardly covered me lol. We got back in the car. And drove home. I was so turned on, and had to pee again. We got to the door and I stood in the way. I don't think he was ready this fast but I decided to try and went on my knees. I told him to let me show you some appriciation. As I was showing him, I peed again, i felt the warm piss explode out of me. He came but not as much as normal, he wasn't ready enough. After I was done with him I stood up and just let the rest of the pee come out. We snuck inside to be caught by my brothers girlfriend. Her parents couldn't get her so she slept on that couch which is softer then my brothers bed lol. She looked at me dripping in piss, and my hubby with giant nail marks on him. I blushed and buried my head in my hubbies arm. All she said is if her sex life was half as good as ours appeared when she gets to our age and married, she would be happy all the time and it sounds like she wants my brother , ew poor girl. She went back to sleep as if nothing happened. We went upstairs and showered up. I got in my blue satin night gown and blue gstring and fell asleep on his chest as we cuddled. I slept really good for the first time in a long time.
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Nov 4th part two I was let off early with pay for my hard work with the fundraiser. I was still really aroused after I peed bent over for "mr. Warden" who I found out was my hubby. He just wanted my attention for more then an hour, aww lol. (We don't share bank accounts but the money I make is for the extras. He has a lot of investments and stuff, it's complicated but we have access to each other's tho lol) and I must of drank 3 cans of limeade icetea, it's really yummy lol. I wanted to "properly" thank my hubby and his generous contribution (tho it was mostly for tax related purposes). I didn't change for that matter, I was still in my green long sleeved shirt with a black belt, black tight-ish skirt, black pantyhose, and the same black lace bra thong set. I was fixing dinner, easy chicken salad and buns I made the other day, plus a huge extra chicken breast for my hubby. He needs to eat more to maintain his womanly figure lol. He came home and ate. I asked him how he was doing, great. Me too. We cleaned up and I giggled and said "mr warden, you bad Man U" lol, he spanked me lol . He grabbed the custom made cutting table with a shelf and moved it in the kitchen. I squinted my eyes and was curious. He spanked me again and I yelped. He grabbed me and moved me to the table and made me reach my arms under to hold my hands. Click, I felt cuffs. Oh oh oh! "Mr warden! Let me go! " I demanded playfully. I was spanked again, Everytime I said something, he'd spank me. He spanked me hard and a tiny bit of pee escaped. He told me a good girl is a quiet girl and he tied my legs to the legs of the table thingy lol. He ran his fingers against the back of my knees, making me jerk and squirm. It tickled. Then he spanked my again and grabbed my ass really hard. I begged for him to stop only to find my ass being spanked again. He moved so I could see him and lifted my head by my jaw line. "I see you like talking with that pretty little mouth of yours, I can put those lips to better use" he said as he spanked me three times, this time harder each time. My legs were wavering and shaking really bad. I was breathing hard by this time, and the soda, I was "Regretting" that. I whispered for mercy please. He undid his pants and decided to stuff my mouth with something else. I began to slowly pee. The feeling of the build up and pressure being released but building up really excited me. Could I not only feel him in my mouth getting close, pee was running down my legs pooling abit by my feet. He was just about to blow his load until the worst thing happened, my brothers girlfriend walked in lol, he pulled out so fast as he came, it shot all over my face. Eww lol. She looked mortified and saw me pee all over the floor in my clothes bound to the portable cutting table. My hubby stood in front of me trying to hide his manhood. She just stared for a second in disbelief. I was feeling sick to my stomache, even tho it's my place and I'll do what I want and where... Lol. All she said is "that'll explain why your mopping more then you normally do since Darren's been back" she grabbed her jacket , told us she texted us both 15mn ago and figured we were watching a movie or whatever. I begged her pls don't judge lol. Shes like "so you're kinky, I see and know nothing" and left fast. I was so embarrassed but not satisfied . Darren was gonna let me go until I told him, no. Drop em and finish me off bitch lol, I was done peeing and was dripping bad. I like this position, he hit my sweet spot in a way he never did before ;)
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Jenny and Annie had been planning a weekend to go visit their parents. They planned to leave Friday afternoon after school and arrive at their parents' house in the late evening. They would spend all day Saturday visiting and then drive home again Sunday afternoon. The drive was just under five hours each way. They took Annie's car because it is much nicer than Jenny's. They arrived at their parents' house a little after 6pm, just in time for dinner. They were greeted at the door with warm hugs, sloppy kisses, tantalizing smells from the kitchen, and the wagging tail of an old but excited black lab. After exchanges of greetings and quick small talk, the girls were finally free to lug their suitcases to their rooms. Their mother started dinner late as she expected them to arrive closer to 7, so there was roughly 20 minutes to spare before they had to take their seats at the dinner table. Jenny stepped into her room and looked around. It was the room she grew up in, only now void of all of her belongings, which were located in her room at the apartment she shared with her sister. In front of her was a window, cut into slivers by blinds that were twisted half shut. Below that was a wooden desk. It was worn in the center from years of use and one of the drawers was broken. It sat crooked in it's cavity. She moved to the closet to set her suitcase down inside. It seemed much larger than she remembered, though it was simply because now it was empty and not packed with clothes and toys. She turned to the bed. Her mother had already went to the trouble of making it for her. Jenny pulled back the covers to reveal sky blue sheets underneath. She ran her hand over them to feel the texture and then realized that her mother had placed a waterproof mattress protector underneath. Jenny's face flushed red and burned as she had two embarrassing flashbacks. When Jenny was 14, she decided to experiment one night. She went to bed without using the toilet first, and when she awoke in the night with the need to pee, she simply relaxed and peed the bed. The excitement and pleasure kept her awake for a couple more hours and she decided that she loved it. For fear of being caught, however, she waited 6 months before doing it again. After that she waited only 3 months. Then only 1. That was when she got caught. Her mother came into her room unannounced while she was removing her sheets to take to the wash. Between the large wet spot on the mattress and the smell, there was no hiding it. Jenny wanted to crawl under her bed and disappear. Her mom assumed it was an accident and calmly helped Jenny clean up, teaching her how to remove urine from furniture in the process. That day, she purchased a waterproof mattress protector for Jenny "just in case". By the time Jenny was 15, she had gotten into the habit of wetting the bed on purpose about once per week. As she neared 16, she became more daring and began wetting the bed nearly ever night. Busted again. Her mom noticed how frequently she was washing her sheets and the mattress protector and confronted Jenny. At first Jenny went along with the accidents excuse that her mother conveniently proposed for her. But then, her mom said that she was going to make a doctor appointment for Jenny to see if there are any treatments for nighttime incontinence. Even before her mother picked up the phone Jenny was humiliated. She pleaded with her mom, but her mother insisted. Jenny finally came clean as her mother typed digits into the phone. In tears, she confessed that she was wetting the bed on purpose and that she enjoyed it. Her mother paused in disbelief. She had dialed 5 digits and her finger was positioned to peck the 6th. She stared at Jenny for a long time. Jenny sat sideways in a kitchen with her head hung in embarrassment and tears rolling down her face. She dared not look at her mother. With each second of silence her anxiety grew. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to turn into hot snakes slithering around inside of her and her neck began to hurt from the weight of her sagging head and drooping shoulders. Finally her mother broke the silence. Her arms relaxed to her sides, her left hand still grasping the phone, she said softly "Is that the truth?" A lump in Jenny's throat prevented her from speaking and she simply nodded her head. Her mother looked past her and out the window, then back at Jenny. Still in disbelief she confirmed again "You...do it on purpose?" Jenny again nodded. Her mother set down the phone and left the room. Jenny went to her room and shut the door. An hour later her mother came in and made a deal with Jenny. Jenny could wet the bed as she pleases under three conditions: 1. She always cleans up after herself and doesn't ruin the mattress. 2. She does all of her own laundry from then on. 3. She doesn't let it become excessive. Jenny forced a smile and pushed the memories out of her head. She closed and locked the door to her room, then pulled the covers all the way down. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and pulled them down. She had on a pair of dark red silky bikini style panties that hugged her butt just perfectly. They had only minimal frills along the edges. She sat down in the center of the bed and slid across so that her back was against the wall. Her jeans were bunched up around her ankles and the shoes that contained her feet dangled off the edge of the bed. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes as she relaxed and began to pee. She had been holding it for a couple of hours and had much pressure built up. The stream hissed loudly as it pounded against her panties like a raging river pounding rocks in it's path. Quickly it pooled around her butt and soaked her panties. She opened her eyes and watched the dark wet spot on the blue sheet grow in all directions. It glistened and shined. A chill went down her spine and she suddenly had the urge to touch herself. She turned her gaze to her crotch and watched the hissing urine push through the dark fabric. She felt so naughty. The urge to masturbate grew stronger and stronger by the second, but she was mesmerized by the warm liquid gold that rushed from that area. Finally the stream began to fade along with the hissing and the pressure in her bladder. She leaned her head back against the wall and glanced at her watch. She had only 5 minutes until she had to be downstairs. She shall have to wait until later to pleasure herself. With a sigh of disappointment, she moved herself far across the bed to a dry spot and wiped her butt back and forth several times to remove some of the wetness from her panties. Then she stood up and pulled her jeans up over them. She turned the fan on and pointed it at the wet spot. She knew that it would still be wet come bed time, but she didn't mind. She shut the door as she left the room and joined her family downstairs. Annie was helping her mother set the table and her father was stirring a pitcher of juice. Jenny took her seat and fought the desire to touch herself under the table. Had she been home alone with Annie, she would've gone all out on herself. She and Annie were not the slightest bit shy in front of each other. But Jenny did not want to humiliate herself in front of her parents. After dinner, Jenny and Annie helped their mother clean up while their father set up a movie on the living room TV. Jenny kept her backside facing away from her father as much as possible. The butt of her jeans was damp in the shape of her panties. One would have to be staring directly at them to notice, but regardless, she was careful. She didn't care if Annie noticed. Jenny pees her pants in front of Annie almost daily. She didn't want her mom to notice, but it was much better than her dad. As far as Jenny knows, her dad has never known about Jenny peeing herself, including her bed wetting. While shuffling about in the kitchen, Jenny's mom leaned over to her and whispered in her ear "Did you pee your pants?" Jenny's gaze snapped to her mother's eyes with a look of surprise, even though she knew she really should not be surprised. Jenny whispered back a white lie "Just my panties on the toilet." Her mother looked relieved and responded "Oh, good. I was worried you might have done it on the dining room chair." The dining room chairs were padded with cloth covering. The covering could not be removed and the chair would've been nearly impossible to clean fully. After the movie, everyone went to their separate rooms to get ready for bed. Jenny found Annie in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She joined her sister in brushing her teeth. After, she shut the door and sat on the toilet without pulling down her jeans and peed through them while Annie undressed and got in the shower. Jenny returned to her room and removed her wet jeans, then put on some pajama pants. She did not change her panties. She crawled into her still wet bed. It was cold and she immediately regretted peeing in the toilet. She could've peed the bed again to warm it back up. After a few shivering moments, she put her hands into her panties and began to masturbate vigorously. She warmed up and had an orgasm fairly quickly. She forgot to stifle her first moan and startled herself with it's volume. At home, she and Annie didn't worry about muffling themselves, but here, they didn't want their parents to hear. Jenny continued to masturbate even though she had already orgasmed. This time she dragged it out. Softly, she rolled slightly side to side. Her legs bent and straightened at seemingly random intervals. She took great care to keep her noises quiet. Her hands were covered with cum. Finally, after nearly half an hour she allowed herself to orgasm a second time. She was unable to keep the first moan quiet despite all of her effort. She quickly slapped a slimy hand over her mouth but the second moan was still too loud. She grabbed the pillow from behind her head and smashed it against her face as another loud moan escaped her lips. Perhaps if she stopped rubbing herself with her other hand she could control herself, but it was of no use. Her brain commanded her hand to remove itself from her panties, but sensations of her body overpowered the signal and she continued to rub. Her hips bounced uncontrollably against the soggy bed. She moaned again into the pillow. It was good fortune that the room next to hers was Annie's and not their parents'. This powerful orgasm, this unbelievably powerful orgasm lasted several minutes. Jenny jumped when her phone vibrated on the nightstand next to the fan. It snapped her out it and her orgasm quickly faded. She wiped her hands as best as she could on her pajamas and the sheets and then checked her phone. It was a text message from Annie: "Having fun over there? ;-)" Jenny smiled and sent back "Yeah, you jealous?" Annie responded with "Yeah. I can't be that loud without mom and dad hearing." To be continued...
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