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View File Violetta controls your bladder and makes you wet your pants female domination. Violetta controls your bladder and makes you drink until you wet yourself for her on command [moderator if you could move this to the proper place, did not mean to upload into ab/dl] !!! Submitter dontaskmethat Submitted 04/22/2023 Category Female  

As it says in the title, I'm looking for some chill girls to just talk about omo on a semi-regular basis. Like, our past expieriences, what we like and stuff. maybe even do some holdin challenges or control each others bladder. I have done this with my ex a lot and unfortunately havnt found anyone new to do things with. I'm 21/M :)

Me and my partner are in a long distance realtionship right now, because she is studying a semester abroad and we wanna do a holding challenge where she doms me but holds as well. Any ideas for fun stuff we could do (challenges for me/her, public, non public etc)

HEYYYYY I'm back! How were your holidays? Mine were pretty good, but It's time to get back to work! Now, this thread on twitter gave me an idea to illustrate yet another story, using both my and @AlphaHyoudou's OCs. So without further ado, here we go! "Everybody to the assembly hall in five minutes" Principal: "So as you may know, this establishment is very involved in enviromental issues. Which is why, starting tomorrow, you will all be required to download the "School Reduce" app on your phones. It will control your usage of electricity, heating, and water while you're on school grounds. You will abide by it at all times, or be punished. Dismissed" Felicity (right): "What the hell was that about? A mandatory app? I'm sure as hell not deleting any of my Messi highlight reels for that!" Daviana (center): "And I'm not deleting my... uhm, uh. "content?..." Well, I'm not deleting anything" Cynthia (left): "I wonder what they mean by 'control' though" THE NEXT DAY "What the hell? They're doing phone checks to see if we have the app?" "This is absolutely ridiculous!" "Hey girls, I did install the app, and I just got a notification" "Bathroom break counter? What does that mean? 'Tap here to see how many breaks you get today... That's ridiculous!" "What the hell? This has to break several laws, perhaps even the Geneva Convention!" "I wouldn't go that far, but still, it's definitely illegal (they'd kill me if they found out it was me who anonymously proposed this)" "I got... 4 breaks. I should be okay with that... phew Are they really gonna count how many times we can pee" "I got... 6 breaks! That's got to be lucky!" "What about you, Fel?" "Gulp... o-one... oh no..." So that settles the introduction for my new series. Don't worry. The maid café series is certainly not stopping. I plan on creating a separate thread for it in a couple days, and update each whenever I come up with new ideas. Ask Alpha though, my mind is already racing with the possibilities this series can bring! See you around, and happy New Years!

So im like looking for someone who i need to msg when i have too pee. Then they will decide when, where, how much, etc. im allowed to go and vontrol my bladder. If anyone is interested add me on discord: desperate.fullbladder#4961

View File Naked Desperation - Bursting Bladder in the tub (Rapid Desperation Pee Holding) After a really long rapid desperation sesh I finally make it to the tub. I can't even begin to explain how badly I had to go, I was constantly losing control and little bits would spurt out while setting up the camera. I tried to wait as long as I could before starting the recording so it's just the last part of the desperation where I basically can't hold it in anymore as hard as I try. Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Male  

Is there anyone who wants to do this with me please. If you want to just comment.

This story involves a young man on his first day in a new job being actively preventing from going to the bathroom and the consequences of that. His older female boss is rather controlling and firm! The neurologist’s secretary Jay walked confidently into the atrium of the modern hospital acceptance letter in hand and a small backpack on his back. Dressed in smart trousers, shirt, and tie he hoped to make a good impression on his first day. “Good morning. My name is Jayden Tenny and I am here for the position of secretary to Dr. Ellis Hyndford, paediatric neurologist.” “If you could wait here sir I’ll call that department and get someone to come down for you.” Jay waited nervously looking around the atrium with its web of signs and shops with shutters down and cleaners buffeting floors. He’d been interviewed in another office building so wasn’t actually familiar with the huge city hospital at all. Finally someone approached him, shook his hand, and asked him to follow them. He was lead down a maze of corridors, up a stairway and down a carpeted shorter corridor to a small office. “This is where you’ll be based. Dr Ellis-Hyndford should be with you shortly. I’m afraid I need to leave now but if you just wait here you’ll be fine. Oh would you like a tea or coffee though?” Jay accepted a tea and was delighted when a few minutes later he was brought a proper mug with tea just how he requested: no sugar, just a splash of milk and brown enough to actually taste the flavour. He sat in the wheeled office chair facing the wedged open door looking at the computer in front of him and wondering if he should turn it on. Would someone train him he wondered? He sipped at his tea looking around the room waiting patiently when suddenly a tall, blond, intimidating older woman marched in. “Thank God they finally got me a replacement secretary! What on earth? And you are?” Jay reached out his hand to shake the female’s hand which she hadn’t even offered. “I’m Jayden Tenny. I am here to fill the position of secretary to paediatric neurologist Dr. Ellis Hyndford. I am sorry if I am in the wrong office?” “They sent me…a man? Oh come on! This is a joke right? I don’t have time for this nonsense today! Look, can you type? You know shorthand? You can answer a phone properly? I’ll deal with the board later on this but for now you’ll need to do! I have a clinic at 9am sharp and a huge backlog of emails. They gave you a log in did they?” “Yes mam. I can assure you I can type well, I am skilled in shorthand and my telephone manner is excellent. Would you like me to answer it right now?” “Of course I would! What did you think a secretary did? I can’t actually believe they expect me to work with a…man! This is madness! Answer that then just log on and email me downstairs when you can. My email address is on my card on the desk right there. I’ll forward the link to my voice memos for you to type up. I have GP’s, nurses and parents going mad for urgent replies and letters. Four months behind we are now! Four months! I can’t see this working but I need someone urgently so let’s see what you can do!” As Jay picked up the ringing phone he watched the woman turn and storm out the room, his heart racing. He’d assumed Dr. Ellis Hyndford would be male for a start and that he’d be somewhat more welcoming and friendly too. She was, clearly, all female, fiery, sharp tongued and…well pretty fit looking for an older woman..but he absolutely wasn’t here for that! He blinked, turned away from the door, switched on the computer and used the log in on his letter to do what he’d been instructed. He could prove to the doctor he was every bit as good as any other secretary, if not better. By tomorrow she’d be delighted to have him he told himself as the website loaded and he searched how to send an email. Before long Jay had familiarised himself with the website, received a pile of emails from the doctor, began typing up referrals and clinic notes and letters from the many voice memos the doctor had sent over and mastered answering calls quickly and efficiently at the same time. In fact he had an entire page of telephone memos already as he looked at his empty mug wishing he knew where he could make himself another cuppa. As if somehow reading his mind suddenly the lady from earlier walked past, looked in smiling, and asked if he wanted another tea. “Yes please! Can I ask what I do with all these phone notes for the doctor too? Will she be back up for them?” “Those all for Geraldine? She’s in clinic until lunch time then she usually pops up for lunch and she’ll get them then. Was it just milk you took?” “There’s a few urgent ones asking her to call back today though?” “She’ll get them later. Best not to interrupt her or get on her bad side. She goes through secretaries like I go through hot dinners! I give you a week at most! Actually less since she can’t stand men!” Jay sat open mouthed as the girl walked away. What had he got himself into? A week at most? He couldn’t quit after such a short time. He needed the money far too much for starters and he wanted to prove to his mum that paying his college fees was worth the investment. He was determined to outlast everyone else by a long way. He set back to typing as the phone rang again and by the time he’d hung up the girl was walking in with another mug of tea. It was almost 1pm when Dr Geraldine Ellis-Hyndford walked along the carpeted corridor in plain view of Jay. By then he had finished his second mug of tea, typed up more than 20 letters, had two full sheets of A4 paper of telephone notes for the doctor and he was tapping his foot eagerly looking forward to his lunch break and hopefully finding a loo. “Excuse me, doctor Ellis-Hyndford? There’s some really urgent messages here for you.” “Oh. Yes. I forgot about you! You got my emails ok? I’ll pop in to talk to you after lunch. You did bring lunch with you, didn’t you?” “Yes. I wasn’t sure what the arrangements would be so I brought something with me and something to drink. Is there like a staff room we go to or something?” “Staffroom? Oh you’re hilarious! Put the phone on answer machine for half an hour and then get back to it. I’ll pop by after I’ve had my break. Jeez…staffroom! God that’s so funny!” “No problem. Could I maybe…” But it was too late. The doctor had walked away and Jay was left on his own staring at the open door for the second time that day. He got off his seat for the first time since arriving and headed to the door of the room which was wedged open and looked down the corridor in both directions. There was no sign of the doctor nor of the girl from earlier and hearing the phone ringing yet again Jay sighed and walked back to the desk. He tapped his foot whilst writing another note for his boss. He didn’t mind staying in the room to eat but he really needed to find a toilet soon before the doctor came to see him for her phone messages. Those mugs of tea had filled his bladder quicker than he expected. After another check in the corridor and even a tentative quick explore up and down a few steps in each direction Jay decided he had better start eating so that he was finished in time for the neurologist returning. Surely someone might pass and he could ask them where the toilets were? However, by the time Jay had eaten his wrap and crisps and finished a bottle of water not one person had passed the room and his need to pee was increasing fast! With the door wide open he worried about openly holding himself or acting in any way unprofessional but as time crept on his legs were scissoring in and out frequently and his hand was pressed on his upper leg more and more. He was bursting for the loo and regretting those two teas from earlier! Half an hour passed and Jay could hear yet another call going to voicemail so he let it end before retrieving the messages one by one and writing them all down, all the time swinging his legs and squirming on the wheeled office seat. He was just finishing writing the final one when he felt a shadow looming at the open door. “So? You said I had some urgent messages?” “Oh yes! Yes you do doctor! In fact quite a few! I wrote them all down for you and I have used a yellow highlighter to show the most urgent ones. There’s a patient on the children’s ward, wait I have it here, yes here it is. Ward 6B. An 8 year old with complex epilepsy and they want you to see her today. A Dr Maddox from Gillingham asked you to call him urgently about a patient, Samuel Brownlee, too. Then there was a parent calling asking for an urgent word with you about their son. They said his condition is deteriorating and you said to call right away if there were any changes apparently. I took their number. They are all here for you.” Jay stood and handed the A4 papers to the doctor realising he was shaking a little in fear and bouncing in desperation too. He had to ask about access to a bathroom as soon as possible. Not only did his poor bladder have the contents now of two mugs of tea but now the bottle of water with his lunch was filling it even more! “Right. I see. This is far from ideal though…what did you say your name was? Didn’t you think to write each of these separately? This is so..messy! Have you managed to type any of my voice memos out? Don’t tell me you made as much mess of those too?” Jay turned the screen of the computer round to face the neurologist so she could see his current letter he was typing. He looked at the date. “I’ve got up to…February the 9th? I’d have done a lot more if I hadn’t had to keep answering the…” “Can’t you multitask? Oh of course you can’t! What was I thinking! You’re a male! For God’s sake can’t you even stand still?” “I’m really sorry doctor! I haven’t stopped all morning and I was offered a couple of mugs of tea and…” The neurologist looked at Jay suspiciously but curiously. Her eyes met his before she looked him up and down smirking. “Ok. Ok. Maybe I should give you more of a chance. You do seem to be trying after all. So bring up the very first memo you typed up this morning and I’ll see how you have got on so far. Most of them need printed and signed anyway so I can correct anything before we do that. Wait here one minute and I’ll be right back!” Jay couldn’t help giving his dick a quick squeeze as Dr Ellis-Hyndford walked briskly out of the room in her heeled shoes as he bent forwards and searched the computer for the first file he created hours previously. If the neurologist planned on going through each item he’d typed it was obvious they would be busy for quite some time but there was no way he could hold his bladder that much longer. Pushing his crotch against the solid desk he jumped and almost leaked as the tall intimidating doctor walked back in carrying another wheeled office chair. “Now I am a VERY busy person. You do understand that? These files are of the utmost importance as they carry confidential information on the health of my patients and their treatment. A mistake can not just cost you your job but could cost a person their life. I do NOT accept mistakes. Not when it comes to my patients. So let me see the first one please.” Jay nervously pulled up the first file he had typed up that morning still standing awkwardly, still absolutely dying for the toilet. As the doctor read over his typing meticulously Jay could feel his cheeks redden. So many of the technical terms were out of his comfort zone and this was only his second administration job since finishing college. Even more than that though he couldn’t properly stand still now and that fact embarrassed him so much, especially in front of his boss on his first day. “Mmm. Better than I expected. I see you left the our reference and your reference parts blank and the patient hospital numbers. So here’s how you get those numbers. You click here for the your reference code. It’s just the date and my initials and then to access the patients hospital number you click here, complete their details, then copy and paste into this bit here. Are you getting this?” “Yes. That looks easy enough. Actually doctor I know your time is valuable and you have a lot to do but would it be possible if I had a quick break for a few minutes? It’s just that…I’m really sorry but would it be ok if I just ran to the toilet before we get to the next one? I have been needing to go for ages.” Dr Ellis-Hyndford turned and looked at Jay, abruptly staring over her glasses disdainfully . “I beg your pardon? Do you think I have time for you to go anywhere? Oh for goodness sake would you answer that phone while I complete these references and patient numbers and get these printed. I don’t have time for this you know! Now answer that please!” Jay turned to answer the phone acting as professional as possible despite feeling crippled with an urgent need to urinate. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?” Scribbling down the details Jay squirmed obviously as he slid the note towards the doctor. Clearly recognising the name she wrote back to tell him to pass the call through before she took the phone and proceeded to continue the call. Meanwhile Jay sat back in his seat wriggling around trying his hardest not to grab himself but failing miserably. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life nor so absolutely desperate for the toilet. Frightened he might even have an accident he got up from the seat and paced around behind the Dr back and forth in front of the window bending forwards, dancing, squirming and squeezing himself more than he’d ever done in his life. Still the doctor continued on with the call. Jay tried getting eye contact with her hoping she might even point to where the loos were but she just stared at him angrily scowling and clearly annoyed at his behaviour. Despite her clear disgust Jay was frantic as he rushed towards the open door cupping his crotch longing to find someone to show him to a bathroom. He looked back in the room at the doctor as he pointed to the left but she shook her head to communicate that wasn’t the way to the toilets. So he pointed right but she simply shook her head once more before suddenly standing up and abruptly kicking the door stop away and letting the door close over! Jay was close to tears returning to his seat and kneading his crotch, urgently bent forwards and fidgeting like a little child.He couldn’t wait much longer no matter how much he tried! His poor dick was shaking and he could feel his bladder pulsing as spasm after spasm caused him to quietly moan and wriggle and bounce more than ever before. This was so embarrassing! Finally Dr Ellis-Hyndford put the phone down and turned to face Jay. “There’s a couple of mistakes in some of your reports. I don’t allow mistakes, as I said. I need the patient hospital numbers added in correctly and the references and all the mistakes corrected. Quickly! My time is in demand you know!” “Yes mam, but first please may I be excused just a moment? I really do have to go to the bathroom rather urgently!” “What! You’re just this minute finished your lunch break! In this job you see to your personal needs in your personal time NOT on my time! You understand?” “But…but I haven’t been shown where they are so I couldn’t go during lunch and it really is an emergency mam!” “Emergency? Have you any idea what that word even means? Brain tumours are an emergency! Increased intracranial pressure is an emergency! Prolonged epileptic seizures are an emergency…but a grown man with a little desire to get rid of waste liquid from his body is NOT an emergency by my standards. Now I need these files yesterday! Get typing!” Jay shuffled closer to the computer his hand tightly grasping his dick for dear life. Whatever his boss thought this most definitely WAS an emergency to him and any second now his poor aching bladder would surely explode everywhere! The overbearing neurologist stared at him intently as he couldn’t help leaning forwards and gasping as another bladder spasm hit. “And you can sit properly while you’re at it! Slouching like that is bad for your back!”: Jay did his best to sit more upright tensing his back and thighs as much as possible as he copied and pasted the next hospital number into the report. Meanwhile the doctor stood staring at him smirking, almost laughing at his predicament. Jay could feel his face redden more and hear his own heart thumping as he used a hand to grip the office table as hard as possible. It was too much though and when the phone rang yet again making him lose concentration and jump he could feel the tip of his penis swell and moisten. The familiar surge of warmth zooming fast up his urethra told him in no uncertain terms what was about to happen and even with a writhe on the seat and almost standing to try and stop it it was too late as a large trickle of warm liquid leaked out of his weary penis into his clean boxers and smart trousers. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”, Jay said breathlessly as more warmth spread between his legs and down his thigh. “Hi, This is Dr Maddox from Gillingham general practice. Would it be possible to speak to Dr Ellis-Hyndford as a matter of urgency?” “Please hold on and I will see if she’s available for you.” Jay looked the neurologist right in the eye as he stood up to hand the receiver over to her as tears nipped his eyes and pee poured out from his throbbing dick. Despite her bullying, harshness and abruptness there was a spark in the corner of her eye he couldn’t quite decipher in his utter humiliation. Had she actually enjoyed seeing him so desperate and begging to use the toilet? Was this some sort of control game she got a thrill from? As he stood there in warm drenched suit trousers so many thoughts consumed him. So was this why no secretary lasted longer than a week here and why did this esteemed in demand neurologist hate men so much? He was determined that however much strength and determination it took he’d stay exactly where he was long enough to find out more. Tomorrow he’d just make sure to have another pair of trousers in his bag just in case.

Recently I had the experience of completely controlling someone's bedwetting. They wish to remain anonymous. I'm living out a fantasy through them, making them drink specific drinks in a set amount of time, forcing them to wet the bed and chairs and floor. In no time I'll have their bedroom smelling amazing with the sweet ammonia odor. It's so exciting. Feel free to comment any questions, I'm on here daily 🙂 I'm having a lot of fun, it's hard to explain how all of this feels 💜

Does your control get better or worse when wearing diapers for 12 weeks or more? This subject has been around before. But I'm curious as to participants current thinking. As for me, it gets noticeably better when I'm wearing. A reason (obvious in retrospect): When not wearing, I'm constantly doing preemptive pees and making any bladder signal an emergency for fear of a public spectacular. After about 8 to 12 weeks my urinary sphincter can start leaking after 12 or 15 minutes. OTOH, when wearing, I often skip preemptive pees and hold a bit when busy with something. After about 8 to 12 weeks, I find my urinary sphincter still doing its job after holding nearly twice as long. Took me 5 or 6 cycles to realize why I leaked more when not wearing. Others' experiences?

Difficulties in the ol’ elevator Natalie got out of her car and shut the door. She had to pee badly, after having a mega gulp on her half an hour drive to work. She walked across the parking lot with her hand in her crotch. She was barely holding on and finally fumbled through the front door of the office building, and to the elevator. She mashed the button. Natalie twisted and turned as she inventively watched the floor counter. It had been on the same floor for over a minute. She leaked out a drop in to her cotton white panties. She started to dance around the building as the need to go increased. She started to leak again. Natalie glanced over to the stairs, but at that moment, the elevator doors opened and she fumbled in. She pushed the button to go up to her floor. The doors closed as she leaked out a little more. The elevator started to ascend, it climbing to the second, third, fourth… (The fifth was where she worked) Sweet relief! All of a sudden the elevator came to a halt. She slammed her fist against the door, shouting for help. She was the only person who worked on the fifth floor, so nobody was there to hear her. She tried to pry the doors open. She released her hands and gripped the elevator doors, leaking out a continuous flow. It created a big wet patch, but just in time she grabbed her crotch once again. Natalie pressed the emergency call button. A person answered, Hello? What is your emergency? she asked. I’m stuck in an elevator on the fifth floor of the building and I really need to pee, so could you please hurry it up? Sure mam, I’ll get to it in a moment. Wait, you don’t understand, I have a huge wet patch on my pants, please hurry. The woman said it could take ten to fifteen minutes. Dammit Dammit Dammit! she said. She undid her skinny jeans and took them off to ease the pressure on her poor, aching bladder. She sat down and tried to get in to a position that made it better. She tried crossing her legs, for a second it somehow actually worked, but after that it was no use, leaving another huge spot. She got back up and danced around, her bladder felt like a dam during a flood, about to break, spurting water through cracks. She stuck her hand in her crotch and made one futile last attempt to dance around and try to hold it, but she lost complete control and emptied her entire bladder and made a huge puddle that covered most of the floor. She sighed, and sat down, waiting for help to come…

Ashleigh’s phone rang and as she answered it Tyler saw an opportunity. His bladder ached and his dick tingled furiously. While Ashleigh’s back was turned he stood up quietly and swiftly bolted towards the door. His hand was on the door handle as he felt his body be pulled back. She might be two thirds his height but Ashleigh was much much stronger than she looked. While casually continuing to talk she held onto Tyler’s waist band so tightly his clothing almost ripped. The front of Tyler’s trousers tightened over his distended bladder causing him to bend forwards and wrap his arms around his rock hard bladder. He turned to see Ashleigh’s eyes dig into his, intimidating, threatening and determined. If only just to ease the intense pressure on his stomach Tyler stepped back as Ashleigh suddenly let go of his clothing without warning causing him to topple backwards and land on the floor. As Ashleigh said goodbye to the caller she swung a leg quickly over Tyler, who had both hands flat on the floor behind him and who was now trying to sit up and get back to standing, his knees bend and feet flat on the floor. Ashleigh now stood looking right down over him, for the first time towering over him, her back against his bent knees as Tyler lifted one hand off the ground and squeezed his crotch. Like a terrified animal he whimpered anxiously, “I gotta piss! I would have come right back you know!” Laughing but now reaching a hand down to help Tyler up Ashleigh grinned. “You can see to that later...maybe. Right now it’s time to face the photographers out there. They’ve waited long enough...” “But...can I not just pee first? Please! It’s really urgent!” As Tyler stood up Ashleigh moved to physically block the door as she pulled the office curtains open and camera flashes immediately filled the room. Tyler really really wanted to push her aside. She was in his house, he’d had enough of her games and the toilet was just a few doors away. But he only needed to think about that tweet and the trouble it had caused him to realise that if he even laid a finger on Ashleigh the cameras would catch it. She knew exactly what she was doing and he now knew it. Hoping the photographs might be quick he squeezed his crotch as he headed to his own front door. Ashleigh opened the door and stood right at it out of sight of the cameras preventing Tyler from pushing past even if he wanted to. Squeezing his muscles as tightly as he could Tyler tried acting as casual and relaxed as possible as he heard reporters verbally throwing question after question to him and cameras flashed from every angle imaginable. “Tyler do you regret that tweet?” “Tyler what do you have to say for yourself?” “Tyler were you drunk when you posted and do you still stand by your words?” “Tyler are you aware of the implications of what you wrote?” Tyler took a deep breath. He knew what he wanted to say but he could feel the stern eyes and intimidating look from Ashleigh and he knew from hours of previous media interviews what he had to say, even if it wasn’t the truth. “I stand by my words though I obviously regret the hurt they might have caused. It is an unfortunate situation and one which I would rather move on from and for the sake of my own privacy and that of the other person mentioned I hope we will both be allowed the time and privacy to sort this matter out. It is not my place to say any more. Thank you for your time.” Tyler was shaking standing at his own front door. Never before had he felt so bullied and overwhelmed but right now the cameras and media attention weren’t the only thing putting intense pressure on him. He curled his toes and clenched hard as wave after wave of pressure in his bladder pushed harder and harder for release. When Ashleigh touched his arm subtly it sent electric waves through his tense body almost causing him to have an accident right in full view of the cameras! Moaning through clenched teeth Tyler was so relieved when Ashleigh closed the door over and smiled. “You are finally getting the hang of this Tyler Trembly. The car crash you made of the news earlier was cringe worthy but that was...pretty ok...though you look so tense all the time! That doesn’t make you look believable! You need to relax more!” “Relax! I can’t bloody relax can I? Well not until you let me fucking piss!! Now would you move so I can use my own bloody bathroom before I piss myself!” Tyler was frustrated, stressed, angry and so uncomfortable and full. All he could think about now was getting his dick out and pissing an ocean. But Ashleigh wasn’t allowing that! Grabbing Tyler’s arm tightly and using her body to press his against the wall, her large breasts almost touching his crotch due to the height difference, she looked up at him. “I could just push you away Ashleigh. In fact if you don’t move I’ll piss all over you! Now come on. Enough is enough now! Just let me go to my own bathroom ok!” “And if you so much as lay a finger on me Tyler I will just open that door again and get it all on camera. Is that what you want? Wouldn’t that work well after that tweet you are already known for? Now I said you are free to go right after your last interview. Anyway, I’ve been here hours now and had just as much fluids as you have and you don’t see me acting like a spoiled child begging for a toilet break do you? It’s called being professional Tyler...something you clearly need to work on more! Now how about you make us both a cuppa again then we can try and get the rest of this media stuff done and I can get away. I’m sure that’s what you want don’t you?’ Tyler stood shaking with a hand tightly grasping his crotch. Antsy and agitated he looked down at Ashleigh and replied. “Yes I do want you to leave! I want my life back! I want to chill and get on with stuff and talk to my mates and...fucking pee...look I don’t mind doing the interviews and all that. Really I don’t but not in agony like this with a full bloody bladder. Honest to God I am going to piss myself here! Look I’ll make you a cuppa or whatever you want but AFTER I use the toilet? Please!” “Actions have consequences Tyler. You of all people should know that by now. You need to learn better self control! I don’t want to have to be back here again fielding journalists and press because you once again lost all self control. So you’ll learn the hard way. You can make me a cuppa then maybe you might get time to...you know...but you have channel Four news live shortly and I need to get some photos of you for the national press agency too.” For the first ever time since purchasing his house Tyler cursed its layout as Ashleigh pushed him into his galley kitchen near the front door and closed the door behind her using her body to block it from reopening. ‘A dash of milk and two sugars please. That pizza hasn’t half left me thirsty. What about you? I don’t want you having a dry mouth during your interviews now...’ Tyler was bent forwards crossed legged in pain. ‘Come on! What’s the deal with this crap? Can’t you see I’m in pain here?’ ‘And you don’t think that stupid tweet of yours caused anyone pain did you? Just make me some tea Tyler and quit moaning!’ Tyler pushed against the kitchen counter with his crotch as he picked up the kettle to check how much water it had. Damn! It was empty. He picked it up anxiously and stepped across to the sink. Placing the kettle flat in the sink he turned on the tap to fill it while he placed both hands on the kitchen counter and stretched a leg out behind him. The noise of the water and the sight of it flowing tormented his mind and bladder beyond belief and he bounced furiously on his heels. Muttering to himself and not caring if Ashleigh could hear he grimaced through clenched teeth, “fuck I’m bursting!” At least the cameras seems to have finally dispersed he thought as he turned the tap off and took the kettle over and turned it on. Grabbing his crotch and fondling himself like mad he couldn’t care anymore what he looked like or how embarrassed he was. He just HAD to get to the toilet so very urgently. Ashleigh remained standing her eyes fixed on Tyler’s every move. ‘Please please can I just so for a whizz?’ ‘Nope’ ‘Oh God come on. Do you get some sort of sick gratification from me like this? Are you making money from me or something? Why are you doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?’ ‘You really need to do your homework Tyler Trembly. That’s all I am going to say.’ Tyler couldn’t believe how long it was taking his kettle to boil! Crippled with pulsations from his now rock hard bladder he could barely stand straight and sweat was pouring down his back. He pulled a high stool over and straddled it, his hand caressing his aching penis as he rubbed his penis off the seat of the stool ready to explode. “Oh God! I can’t do this...I can’t hold this...oh shit it’s coming out...” Tyler moaned as drips seeped out of the top of his soft penis despite his continued squeezing and manipulating it. ‘I think that’s the kettle boiled now Tyler. I’m still waiting on my tea here you know!’ His cheeks inflated, his face red and his heart racing Tyler slipped a hand inside his trouser waistband and circled his penis tight with one hand as he reached for a mug with the other. He could feel his knuckles white with the force he was gripping himself yet still he could feel his underwear damper still more. With his free hand he tried to unscrew his tea bag caddy but it wouldn’t budge. Instinctively he pushed the metal caddy against his stomach to help hold the cylinder but all that did was press on his aching full bladder. He needed both hands but if he removed the hand in his crotch he knew immediately what would happen. “Do you need a hand there?” “Fuck Fuck! I’m dying to piss here! This is agony!” Tyler hadn’t meant to do what happened next but, as with the tweet the night before, impulse took over and he was unable to resist. Maybe Ashleigh was right about his lack of self control but some things were beyond anyone, especially under the intense pressure Tyler was under. Ashleigh stepped over towards Tyler and took the tea bag caddy out his sweaty warm hand. Fascinated that Tyler didn’t use the opportunity to slip past her to the toilet she watched him avidly as his face contorted and his body arched forwards at the waist, his crotch darkening slowly as a wet patch slowly grew. Ashleigh unscrewed the tea bag tin and handed the container to Tyler. His eyes met hers as she saw the pain, stress and urgency in his entire body but yet she still didn’t expect what happened next... Unable to control himself a millisecond more Tyler used the hand wrapped tightly around his penis to pull out his dick over the waistband of his trousers and underwear in one urgent speedy fluid movement as he immediately pushed the tea bag jar up to the end of his penis as he unclamped his grip one finger at a time. The trickle that followed seemed laughable compared to the mountain of fluid inside Tyler but the pressure was so strong his body wasn’t allowing itself to relax right away. Still with the container already half full of tea bags that probably wasn’t a bag thing until he urine quickly reached the top and Tyler screamed as he tried to cut the flow. ‘It won’t stop! Ashleigh it won’t stop!” With her eyes still firmly transfixed on Tyler’s crotch and his pissing willy Ashleigh reached behind herself onto the counter and grabbed the mug Tyler had got ready for her tea. Without thought she used her other hand to put the now heavy tea bag container on the counter as she swiftly replaced it with the mug as Tyler continued pissing slowly but steadily. As if now given full permission to relax the speed and volume of his urine increased exponentially as the mug filled within seconds and Tyler shouted again frantically... ‘Grab something else! Quick! It won’t stop!’ Ashleigh looked around having to think urgently. Heavily distracted by what she was watching and, unbeknown to Tyler, her own very full bladder, she grabbed the first thing her hands came across and placed it where the now full mug had been. Tyler was beyond caring as his body continued to release urgently all it had been holding onto for hours and hours. With his eyes half closed and his heart racing he half made out the shape of the kettle but there was no way on earth he could stop the fountain that was cascading out of him. As he heard the splashing and swirling getting louder he dared to finally fully open his eyes as the urine finally slowed down from his penis. ‘I...I...was...’ ‘You were desperate Tyler? You were so bursting you couldn’t wait? The tingling and pressure was so strong you couldn’t bear it any longer? You thought your eyes would float away you had to piss so much? Your bladder was so rock hard and full of urine you could hardly stand up straight any more? The pressure between your legs was so heavy and burdensome you wanted to scream? You would sell your soul just to find a bathroom and be able to use it such was your need? You were so overwhelmed with urgency you felt you might collapse? Was that what you were about to say?’ As Tyler shook the final drops from his now half hard penis into his own overflowing kettle he looked up as his eyes met Ashleigh’s once again. ‘God yes! I have never in my whole life had to go so badly. That was intense! But why? Why wouldn’t you let me go?’ Lifting the heavy full kettle onto the counter and opening the cupboard where Tyler had earlier pulled out a mug Ashleigh grabbed a glass tumbler and placed it on the counter. As she continued answering Tyler, who was still panting and sighing in relief with his anatomy still hanging loose, she flipped her long red hair behind her shoulders and hitched her suit dress up over her hips. Swiftly and boldly she then used both hands to pull down her tights to her knees as she slipped the tumbler between her legs. As she peed loudly into the glass, her eyes watching carefully as it filled she spoke as if this was as ordinary thing to happen as shaking hands. “For a few reasons Tyler. Firstly that woman you wrote about in your tweet last night? She’s my best friend! I wanted you to experience the humiliation you caused her. Karma? Revenge? Payback? Call it what you like but now you have some idea how horrible it is when someone embarrasses you and pushes you to your limit don’t you...and secondly....pass me another glass will you...I still have loads left to release here...” Blinking in shock Tyler stepped nearer the cupboard and reached for another tumbler. Handing it to Ashleigh he obediently took the now full glass off her sitting it on the counter next to all the containers he’d just pissed into too. As Ashleigh put the second tumbler between her legs and resumed pissing loudly and strongly Tyler had to ask... “And secondly?” “Well, maybe I do have a bit of a ‘thing’ for men with full bladders and you didn’t disappoint. It was all so much better when I was just as desperate as you were but not letting on. Oh boy you have no idea how much I needed this...while you were on the lunchtime news live earlier I honestly thought I was a goner. When you were at the door I felt faint with the pressure in my bladder and while you filled the kettle...look...I actually leaked a bit. But God it was worth every second to get you back...fuck you’d better get me a third glass...I can’t believe I had this much inside me...” Tyler’s heart raced, his mouth felt inexplicably dry and sticky and his penis suddenly hard and throbbing. Stuff those interviews, forget the press releases, fuck the whole lot of them...right now his mind and body wanted only one thing and the dripping wet vagina right in front of him belonging to a very sexy, manipulating and controlling goodness was all he could stare at and think about. He didn’t care right now how much she wanted or needed another glass to piss in, he didn’t even care that in the other room he could hear phones ringing constantly, he had one need now and one need only, and just like his need to piss earlier this need was now every bit as urgent and necessary. Ashleigh placed the second glass of warm foamy pee on the counter by the other one and went to reach for a third glass. As she did so Tyler grabbed her wrist firmly with one hand while his other very brazenly reached down to Ashleigh’s crotch and stroked her. Feeling her warm wetness his whole body shook with sudden desire. ‘Fuck. You seriously did enjoy me bursting then?’ Ashleigh nodded. Tyler smirked. ‘Well you know how rubbish my self control is don’t you? You’re not gonna say I can’t do this too are you?’ Ashleigh coughed nervously. ‘We all have our limits Tyler. Some things just need to happen regardless of the consequences. Just don’t tweet about this though will you?’ Tweet? That was the absolute last thing Tyler was thinking about as he already decided that before Ashleigh left he’d not only ask for her number but he’d have plenty to drink too.

She wouldn’t let him go: the agent (part 1) Tyler hadn’t meant to become the ‘man of the moment’ and find himself in a media brawl. It had been entirely accidental, perhaps somewhat foolish, yet without malice or political agenda. Still he had been so relieved when his viral tweet had been picked up by Ashley Littlejohn from the U.K. press agency. As his social media exploded with messages from reporters, his phone rang off the hook, and his email inbox went frantic, Ashley’s promise that ‘For a small fee I will handle it all and schedule everything and represent your interests fully’ seems like a dream come true. Ashleigh arrived at Tyler’s house early, much younger and smaller than he imagined she would be, her bright red hair and larger breasts immediately making her someone he knew he wouldn’t forget. ‘So have you responded to anyone yet?’ Tyler couldn’t believe how intimidated he felt in his own home by someone he’d only just met, someone who was less than two thirds of his height but whose demeanour, sharp tongue and demanding mannerisms meant he felt he should be saluting her and apologising for the fact his hair hadn’t been brushed yet even while she stood on his doorstep! She reminded him of an intimidating headmistress who would think nothing of belting children even though it was against the law. ‘Em....no. It was really late and I just went to bed after your message.’ ‘Who is that calling your mobile?’ Tyler tentatively picked up his mobile from its charger as it rang again, but he didn’t recognise the number. Before he had time to even realise what was happening Ashleigh grabbed the phone from his hand and answered it. ‘You have reached the phone of Tyler Trembley. How may I help you?’ Tyler closed the door as another camera flashed. He didn’t know who was taking photographs but he didn’t like it. He stepped into his home office and closed the curtains. The invasion of privacy wasn’t something he liked and he hoped this Ashleigh agent would sort that out quickly. ‘Right. That’s the BBC lined up. You have a radio interview in half an hour, then you are live on Good morning Britain via zoom at 8:40 and another researcher will call back as I think they want you on the lunchtime news too. Listen the more you allow these people to get what they want the quicker you will be over with this. Oh by the way I’m Ashleigh. Pleased to meet you Tyler. Could you possibly sort your hair out? Then we’ll work on what you are wearing! Oh and while you tidy yourself up what’s your Twitter log in details and your email and I will get everyone else lined up and get this over with for you. There’s a crowd of them gathering outside even now. Come on...no time to waste Tyler!’ Tyler dutifully turned his laptop on and signed into Twitter and his emails then looked around the room for a comb. He couldn’t find one so he went looking as Ashleigh called back after him... ‘God you haven’t half ruffled some feathers! You’ve got more press wanting you than I’ve seen in years! I’ll just reply to these for you...any chance of a cuppa by the way...coffee with two sugars and a dash of milk.’ Tyler found himself making two coffees in his own kitchen like some sort of robot, another flash of a camera outside forcing him to close even his kitchen blinds. If this experience didn’t put him off social media nothing would! Hopefully Ashleigh would do her stuff... Twenty minutes later, and his coffee finished, Tyler was on speakerphone on live radio, with Ashleigh scribbling what he had to say on a pad as the intense questioning began. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief when it ended but right away Ashleigh’s phone rang and she signalled to him that it was another TV station. The entire morning was a whirlwind of live radio, prerecorded statements released to the press, zoom live TV appearances for various channels and quick clothing changes to make it appear as if each station had an exclusive. By 11am Tyler’s voice was dry and he was grateful for the bottle of water Ashleigh handed him during yet another interview. By now Ashleigh had written phrases that he found himself repeating over and over which were taking some of the heat off of the situation. Still Tyler sweated with nerves and adrenaline and by midday his water was finished. ‘Right. We can have a break now. I’ve ordered some pizza delivery so we can get organised for round 2. We have the news at 1 first so they will be wanting a sound check by 12:40 latest. At that the door went and Ashleigh answered, taking in the pizzas to another flash of cameras. Tyler sighed. He was hungry and the pizza smelt delicious but he also needed a break from the atmosphere and the tension and besides he also needed the bathroom too. ‘I’ll be right back Ashleigh...’ ‘No! I need to change your tie and jacket. We don’t have time! And I need to brief you...the news have sent me the questions in advance so you don’t mess up...come here!’ Tyler sighed but did as he was told. Ashleigh wasn’t one to be disobeyed! Eating pizza and listening to Ashleigh as she briefed him Tyler could feel his mind wandering. The bathroom was just a few doors away and now drinking cola with his pizza he really did want a quick visit. He was uncomfortable and grumpy and finding it hard to concentrate. But after his stupid tweet and all that had happened since he was caught up in a frenzy that showed no sign of letting up. Ashleigh’s phone beeped continuously, as did his own, and he didn’t want to imagine how many emails were circulating about him. He needed this nightmare to end! The live news was stressful and humiliating. Whilst Ashleigh helped all she could the questioning was relentless and oppressive and very one sided. By the time it was over Tyler was washed out and tired and he could feel his bladder full. ‘Ashleigh can’t I just have a break for ten minutes? Get a coffee, walk about...go to the toilet? Please!’ ‘Awww well if someone hadn’t written a certain tweet then maybe you could but since you did and you let the cat out the bag and you’ve got yourself in a right mess then until you satisfy all this media lot you really need to stay right here and sort this out don’t you now? So far you are just digging a bigger hole for yourself. It’s time we got your answers straighter. That interview was awful!’ ‘But...but I need a piss!’ ‘You should have thought about that before publishing that tweet then shouldn’t you!’ Tyler hung his head. Never again would he drink alcohol while on social media. This was a living nightmare! Feeling like a little boy caught helping himself to biscuits he hung his head in shame and sat back down in his own office as Ashleigh stood over him, her breasts almost touching his face as they pushed out of her white silk blouse. She ran her fingers through his soft brown hair and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. ‘7:30pm tonight. That’s your final interview today. Those photographers out there? By the time the day is over they will have had their time. I’ll get you over to the window or door for them to have pics shortly then you’ll see them leave happy. They know me. They know how I work. I know what they want and they know what I do and they know they will get what they came for. You’ll be front page tomorrow, further in by the next day and by Wednesday...it’ll be who was he again? But...but until then...well you have a long day ahead yet my friend! You can forget that walk around or coffee or toilet trips! Well until after that last interview at least!’ Tyler squirmed. He doubted he could last an hour let alone another six. There was no way he could do more live interviews needing to piss this much. He’d have to go very soon...

She wouldn’t let him go: the girlfriend The snow kept falling and the call outs kept coming. As a heating engineer Dave loved winter because of the pay but the hours were long and the days short. It was day ten of below freezing temperatures and he was at his second last call out of the day. Another case of frozen pipes. The elderly couple were delighted to see him at last and even before he looked at the boiler he could hear the kettle boiling. ‘Can we offer you a coffee in return for heating and hot water?’ Dave rarely turned down hot coffee on such a cold day. He was also glad to hear the kettle boil as he would be asking for the hot water soon enough to sort the pipes outside. The householder was happy to hand him the kettle but even after using hot water the pipes were still solid. For the seventh time that day Dave found himself hammering on pipes full of ice to try and thaw them out. All the time drinking the delicious mug of coffee he continued in every way he knew to break up the ice. Finally he could hear small ice cubes and water dripping and he began the process of restarting and resetting the boiler. He filled in the forms, handed the empty mug to the customer and packed his tools to leave. Back in the van he checked his work phone for the final call out. It was in the same town but still some distance away. Getting out the street took over twenty minutes as the wheels of work van slid back and forth on the treacherous icy road. Finally he secured some traction and safely arrived at another property. It was getting dark and the snow was getting heavier. Dave pulled on his winter coat and took his tool box in with him. The same fault again and as before the lovely customer offered him a hot drink. Knowing he was heading home right after this Dave initially turned down the offer but when the pipes took longer to clear and he was offered again he smiled and accepted, grateful to hold a warm mug in his freezing hands. By six o’clock he was finally finished and text his girlfriend Demi to say he was on his way home. Strapping his seat belt on Dave started his engine, his mind wandering to a hot bath, a warm meal and, as he wriggled to get comfortable, a trip to the toilet. That needed to be first of all because he hadn’t been since he left for work and, as always, his bladder was full. Demi was used to him racing in and running into the downstairs loo, sometimes before he even said hi to her because he couldn’t wait. She’d joked a few times that one day she might just lock the door and make him wait, at least until he’d said hi to her, but thankfully she never had. The traffic was slower than normal and heavier. The snow was falling faster and the road, while gritted, was still slippery. While Dave was hungry, tired and nursing a full bladder, safety was still a priority so he cut his speed and took care at every roundabout, junction and traffic light. The closer he got to home the more he could feel his bladder throb. Thank goodness, he thought, that he had a downstairs loo. Just the idea of having to try and make it upstairs in his current state made him cringe. Sitting at lights he pressed his crotch and rubbed it just enough to take the edge off. It was true he loved Demi, he loved her cooking too, but mostly right now he loved the fact he was getting closer to having an epic release as his dick tingled in anticipation. It tingled a little too much as he had to squirm in the seat and grab himself as it threatened to burst sitting in the van. ‘Come on traffic. I really gotta go here!’ But it seemed the more desperate he was the slower the traffic moved. Dave clenched his fists as he squeezed. He bounced and shook a leg every time he was stationary and he tapped the steering wheel in frustration time and time again. ‘Come on!’ Finally he parked in his own driveway. Forced to grab himself in a most undignified way he was grateful it was dark so no-one could see. Locking the van he hobbled to the front door moaning under his breath with adrenaline pumping through him as he urgently headed for his own toilet for desperate release from the pressure. Even though dinner smelt delicious he couldn’t even think about anything else as he closed the front door, a hand still covering his crotch, as he raced through the kitchen to the nearest loo. ‘Hi Dave!’ Dave wanted to answer but first he just needed to piss. He raised a hand to acknowledge Demi but he was unable to stop as urine surged to the very tip of his penis ready to surge out any second. He grabbed the handle frantically and pulled it down, pushing with his full body. His shoulder pushed against the door as it remained shut. ‘Shit! What!’ ‘It’s locked Dave!’ Angry and shocked Dave turned to face Demi, his mouth panting and his heart pounding. He looked only at her face. ‘Demi this isn’t funny! I’m dying for a piss honey! Oh shit! Come on unlock it before I piss myself!’ Demi stood in silence stirring the meal. ‘What? What do you want? Just fucking unlock this toilet NOW! Come on darling...I’m dribbling!’ Dave squirmed like a toddler, both hands on his crotch, his legs bouncing and squirming in obvious desperation. ‘Look Dave I’m sick of being ignored. You race in here every night and run to the bathroom without so much of a hi. Two nights ago I put highlights in my hair and you ran past me and still ignored me. Last night I put my hair up, put make up on and even put on that fitted jumper you love...and still you ran right past me to the toilet first! Well tonight here I am cooking dinner for you like this...and STILL you don’t even say hi or kiss me before you go to the loo! What more do I need to do? Do you actually even fancy me?’ Dave squeezed his throbbing damp manhood hard as he swallowed hard and wiped sweat from his brow. Raising his head he looked at his girlfriend who was now facing him. She looked stunning dressed only in a red lace bra and matching thongs with stockings, suspenders and shiny black high heels. His eyes widened as he gasped for air. ‘Fucking hell! You are...beautiful Demi! Adorable. So sexy honey. Oh Jesus I’m dribbling! Please please honey...I’ll kiss you all night, give you whatever you want...but I’m begging you to let me piss first. Oh Shit! I’ll be right back babe...I need to go!’ Dave bent forwards and moaned as he felt another leak. Not wanting to humiliate himself any more he decided to get upstairs to the en-suite as a matter of urgency. Running through the kitchen towards the hall and stairs he froze as Demi shouted. ‘That one’s locked too by the way!’ Dave turned, bent forward in agony as a wet patch became obvious on his work trousers. ‘Demi! Please! I’ve leaked! I’m seriously starting to wet myself babe. Don’t do this to me.’ ‘Prove to me I am more important than your bladder Dave. That’s all I need to know.’ Grimacing Dave hobbled back to the kitchen towards his beautiful sexy girlfriend. Her large boobs more than filled the bra and if he wasn’t gagging for a piss he’d definitely have his hands all over Demi. His dick would certainly have been desiring her greatly but right now it couldn’t even get half hard as it ached so badly to pee. Keeping one hand tightly on his crotch the other ran through Demi’s long curly hair, something which ordinarily sent shivers through him. Touching her cheek tenderly Dave heard her whisper enticingly. ‘Kiss me honey. Please.’ His brow creased with pressure, his heart pounding, his dick throbbing, Dave’s face drew closer to Demi’s as their eyes met and lips touched. The familiar, soft, warm feeling of Demi’s lips usually sent hormones soaring through Dave’s body but tonight his bladder ached so much that, as nice as it was, it wasn’t having it’s usual effect. Just then another urge made Dave bend over and moan. ‘Demi please. This is really really bad. I love you honey. You are beautiful. But I gotta piss like crazy!’ Rubbing a hand over her own breasts sexually Demi smiled and smirked. ‘I know. It’s kinda sexy to see you know!’ And at that Demi grabbed her boyfriend and kissed him deeply. Dave moaned in a mixture of urgency and pleasure as he slowly gave into the passion and put both arms around the scarcely dressed sexy female in his arms. Drawing closer to her he returned the kiss as the dinner bubbled behind him and in front of him his trousers warmed and dripped with urine as his body could no longer restrain itself. Gently pushing Demi against the fridge Dave continued pissing steadily as he felt his dick harden and rise. Still kissing Demi rubbed her hand up Dave’s trouser leg until she reached his hard dick. Stroking it and smiling Demi pulled back from the kiss as she put her thumb that was rubbing his wet trousers to her mouth and licked it laughing. ‘Fuck that feel so much better!’ ‘That was fun. So my sexy wet boy tell me, were you needing that big piss for a while then?’ ‘Oh yes! I was bursting the whole way home. Squirming in my van and everything.’ ‘Oh you poor thing. Let’s have dinner and you can tell me all the details.’ ‘Can I get changed first?’ ‘Oh I think you look perfect exactly as you are. Have a seat...and a drink of course...and I’ll be over with dinner and you can tell me all about your day. You can start with all you had to drink...’

She wouldn’t let him go: the shop manager Donnie jogged the one mile to his part time job, hoping not to get too wet in the drizzly rain. Working in a small local Tesco wasn’t high on his career ambitions but it helped pay college fees and required little in the way of complex brain workouts. Besides there were often some good looking woman who were regulars and thinking of them always brightened an otherwise ordinary shift. He clocked in five minutes early and after hanging up his coat he opened a bottle of juice and before heading into the shop he drank around half of it, replenishing what he had lost in sweat after his short jog to work. Fridays were always delivery and stock taking days so Donnie was sure he was on the till as usual but checked the rota just to make sure. He was, so on opening the staffroom door he signed into one of the tills allowing Anna to clock off. ‘That’s me away Annette! See you Monday.’ Donnie saw Annette, the shop manager, wave from the back of the shop as she checked through the refrigerator for food about to go out of date. ‘Gonna hand these into Donnie before you go, thanks!’ Anna handed Donnie the shop carrier bag with some milk, fresh juice, cheese, and cold meat in and he placed it behind the counter until he was told where else it was to go. A while later Annette came towards the tills to check more stock and in a moment of less customers she had a brief conversation with her colleague. ‘I’ve marked that bag of stuff off I gave you. Just when you get a chance you can bin it, or if you want to have any of it just do so. It’s unsellable but got today’s date on so fine still. By the way self service till 1 has been playing up something terrible today. I’ve put a new receipt roll in so hopefully it’s better now. I’ll finish this aisle then take my lunch.’ Donnie nodded as he scanned another customer’s goods while watching another person on the self service till. He saw Annette pulling stock to the front of the shelf before turning out of sight. She was a much older woman, quite Jekyll and Hyde at times in her manner, often ‘forgetful’ about promised holidays or breaks for staff, but otherwise focussed on the shop and efficient at her job. As soon as the next moment of quietness occurred Donnie had a quick look in the carrier bag. The shop was warm and as time passed he opened one of the cartons of fresh apple juice and drank some. He was alone at the front of the shop and besides Annette had said he could have some so he never thought anything more about it. It wasn’t a brand of fresh juice he usually bought but it was lovely and before too long the carton was empty. It was over an hour later before Donnie saw Annette again and it was more heard than saw really as he heard her, presumably on the phone, but could briefly see items being put onto a shop trolley by someone in staff uniform. The stream of customers was pretty constant so Donnie carried on as normal, looking forward to his break. The next he saw Annette properly was when she came over to the fresh flowers near the front and rearranged them and checked their dates. The empty buckets reminded Donnie that a stock delivery was due later that day. Sometimes he was sent to receive the delivery but other times his boss insisted she did it. He wasn’t sure who it would be today but it wasn’t due for another hour at least. 4pm passed and Donnie was still alone. He’d been behind the till alone three hours now without a break and while he was a little hungry he was more aware he needed a bathroom at some point in the near future and wondering if he’d get a break soon. Officially, as Annette liked to remind him periodically, he wasn’t legally entitled to a break on a five hour shift but if the shop was quiet enough he usually managed to get one. There was no sign of Annette though so he just carried on for now. 4:30 came and not only was Donnie more aware of needing a pee but he was warm and thirsty too. Unable still to leave the till he rummaged in the bag and was delighted to find more apple juice. Sipping around half the carton as opportunity arose between serving he assumed he’d be released soon for a break where he could use the staff loo. ‘Excuse me please. The till hasn’t issued my change.’ It was that problematic self service till playing up. Donnie opened it up, tinkered around in what he could, issued the customer her change and then decided to turn the till off and put an out of order sign on. All the time he could feel the pressure building more and more in his bladder. By now a queue had formed and Donnie pressed the bell for assistance. Annette appeared from the staff room and signed onto the spare till. Between them they worked through the waiting customers for the next 15 minutes while Donnie moved from foot to foot getting more and more keen to pee. As Donnie served the final queuing customer he saw Annette sign off the till and head away. ‘Annette, is there any chance I could have a break at all?’ ‘Not right this minute Donnie sorry. I’m just doing the shifts for next month. I’ll come back once I’m finished though, ok?’ It wasn’t really ok but Donnie had no choice. He’d just have to wait. As the afternoon wore on Donnie became more and more grateful for the fact he was stood behind a counter out of sight. It felt like his bladder had swollen a hundred times it’s usual size as he rubbed at his stomach and shook his leg. His bladder felt hard, full, and it ached. With less than an hour before he finished it wasn’t looking good for getting that break he really needed. He was so glad when for a moment the shop quietened as he paced behind the till and slipped a much needed hand into his trouser pocket to press his personal belongings in his crotch. He really did need that promised break. Where was Annette? Finally he heard her again talking on the phone. He waved to try and get her attention but she didn’t notice. He pressed his thighs together and grimaced. Jeez he was really desperate for the loo! Thankfully it looked like Annette was coming over to him at last! His body throbbed in anticipation and it felt like the full contents of his bladder was pressing into his crotch as he stood behind the counter holding himself through his pocket while she approached, but before he could say anything another customer placed a basket on the counter. ‘Donnie that was the delivery driver on the phone. He’s been running behind but finally here. I’m just heading to the loading area. You can stay on a bit can’t you? Maybe half an hour or so? Maxine ought to be here to help you in about 45 minutes but I’d prefer two of you on at tea time as it gets busy as you know. I’ll add the hours in for you so don’t worry.’ Donnie took the customer’s money but couldn’t concentrate. He HAD to catch Annette before she left. He called after her, his face flushed. ‘Annette, any chance I could get a two minute break first. It’s just...I’ll be super quick I promise!’ Annette looked at her watch then glanced back at Donnie. ‘If I am not back by the time Maxine arrives you can clock off if you really need to but I’d much prefer you waited until I was back. The driver is running late and I can’t leave him waiting and I need the milk and bread out right away as we have none left now. Don’t let me down now Donnie...please.’ Donnie wasn’t sure if he was angry, shocked or just pissed off. What he did know was he was seriously bursting for the toilet and there was no way he could wait another 45 minutes. He wanted to run after Annette and tell her, beg her even, to allow him to go to the bathroom, or even better just race directly to the staff toilet, but he was stuck behind a till alone and once again there was queue of customers waiting impatiently. Trying to be as professional as possible Donnie continued serving customers as he shook one leg then the other and moved from foot to foot. He was sure that any minute now his bladder would pop as he rubbed his stomach yet again. Even his back was now starting to ache as his whole body yelled for release. Donnie could feel his palms sweating more and more and his face blushing as he took payment, scanned items and bagged groceries. Every minute felt like days as his legs trembled in urgent need behind the counter. Then one of the regular customers came forwards to be served and Donnie forced a smile. This was one of the young woman who made his shifts better, who he normally looked forward to seeing and who he quite fancied, though he wouldn’t admit it. She smiled and then looked at Donnie funny. ‘Are you feeling ok? You look a bit hot?’ Shaking a leg again and pressing his thighs tight together Donnie stepped closer to the counter as for the first time he felt he absolutely must grab himself to prevent a leak. ‘I’m fine thanks. Just keen for my break soon that’s all.’ ‘She not gave you one again today? That’s shocking! When did you start?’ ‘1pm. I finish soon though thankfully.’ ‘Do you not even get a break to eat or drink then?’ ‘Not really. I’m allowed to drink behind here at least though. But I’m looking forward to my tea later.’ ‘You don’t even get like a loo break or anything?’ ‘Not today. Mostly I do but it’s been busy today.’ ‘Jeez I couldn’t do that. I’d be pure bursting if it was me.’ Donnie squeezed his penis before using both hands to help pack the customers goods. Picking up the bag to hand to her his face came closer to hers as he whispered so no-one else would hear. ‘I am.’ The girl looked Donnie right in the eye before speaking quietly. ‘No wonder. You poor thing. Will you make it?’ Donnie didn’t answer but his puppy dog eyes, tense face and biting lip said everything as he grabbed his crotch tight again. As she went to walk away the girl turned and looked concerned. She mouthed back very quietly. ‘Maybe you should keep a bottle back there?’ Donnie moaned as he tried to serve the next elderly man. His knees were wobbling and he almost felt faint at the pressure in his body. He couldn’t recall having to go this badly ever before. It was all he could think about, focus on and yearn for. If he didn’t reach a bathroom in the next few minutes he was afraid what might happen. Finally he found himself alone again as he paced behind the counter and moaned quietly. Perhaps Maxine might arrive early so he could run to the loo or maybe Annette would come in and take over? Whichever happened it needed to be right now! Oh God did it need to be NOW! As the sound of customers taking goods, chatting and picking up baskets filled the small shop Donnie felt his body go still and warm as his penis twitched and urine dribbled into his underpants. This was it. He was about to piss himself any second. He’d waited longer than ever before, squeezed more than he thought possible, filled his bladder more than he thought it could ever hold...and now it was coming to an end. As if in slow motion he watched as a customer facing away from him picked up a large bottle of lemonade and put it in her basket. A bottle? He needed a bottle right now! Suddenly remembering the carton of apple juice he pulled one of the empty cartons up and stepping right against the counter he carefully undid his fly, placed the carton right over his crotch and slipped his leaking anatomy into the carton. He stood there for a second but nothing happened. The thought someone might hear or catch him made his body clamp up as he counted slowly in his head and tried to breath. A dribble. Then another. Then a spurt. But oh a customer! Yikes! Donnie placed the cartoon by the till and zipped up his fly feeling dribbles still escaping into his clothing. He served the lady as quickly as he could then, checking no-one was around, he unzipped and let out some more piss. This time his body wanted to shoot out fast and it took all Donnie’s self control to pee quietly and slowly despite being absolutely aching to relax completely and release fully. Quickly he stopped as another customer approached. Then another customer. And another. Having started releasing then stopping seemed to not only increase Donnie’s need exponentially it also seemed to enlarge his penis as the naughtiness and sneakiness of his actions had a big affect on his hormones. Tied between an agonising and urgent need to fully release and the ever increasing chance of being caught plus the now constant dribbling he could feel running down his inside leg Donnie wasn’t sure wether he longed to piss more or cum. Either way he had never been so glad to have his bottom half hidden by the counter. Another customer. More scanning. More dribbles. The rock hardness of his penis slowly subsiding but the absolute aching desire to piss getting stronger than ever. After marching on the spot frantically with his back to the till he knew it was now or never. He turned towards the carton and stepped as close to the till as physically possible as he unzipped again and went to slide his penis into the carton when he jumped in fright. ‘Donnie I’m just putting this milk out then you can finish up ok?’ But Donnie stood in silence unable to answer as urine flooded out of his body powerfully and urgently soaking the counter, the till, his trousers and splashing the bag and all its contents on the bottom shelf. Donnie didn’t know if Annette had heard it but as she walked towards the back of the store all he heard was her voice speaking as he tucked his penis into his drenched trousers and zipped them up again. ‘Sorry you never got a break today by the way. It’s been some shift eh!’ Bowing his head in shame and with his face scarlet as he looked at the puddle behind the counter Donnie nodded in agreement. It had been some shift indeed.

She wouldn’t let him go: the cab driver Jackson hated driving in the city centre with its spaghetti junctions, complex one way systems and stopping every few minutes at more traffic lights, but what he hated even more than that was public transport. The thought of who had sat on the seat before you, who had coughed, sneezed or wiped all sorts in the area before you grossed him out. If he could only utilise chauffeur driven limos everywhere life would be dandy. In fact a private jet would be even better! Yet this afternoon, try and he could, he couldn’t avoid having to be at a big meeting in the centre of the city. He needed to impress, in fact he tingled at the thought of shaking hands with certain people who would be there. Connections were everything in his game. Today mattered greatly. Jackson smoothed his Valentino trousers and straightened his silk tie. If first impressions mattered he had this nailed. Finishing his coffee he placed his mug in the sink for the cleaner and picked up his laptop bag. Time mattered greatly and he smugly grinned as he thought how ingenious his plan to get a prestige private cab company to transport him was. He looked out from his wide full length windows as he waited for the cab to pull into the gated private car park. It arrived right on time and Jackson gave his hair one last run through with his fingers as he stepped out the luxury cottage and into his own stoned driveway. He paused as he looked at the inconspicuous back cab and blinked as he saw something startling about the driver: she was female! Why this mere fact had never occurred to him as a possibility he didn’t know as he shook his head and climbed in. A female cab driver? Well as long as she got him to his meeting on time maybe it wasn’t such an issue after all. It wasn’t like he’d need to make conversation or anything. Sitting back on the leather seat in the rear area he confirmed his destination before belting up and fishing out his phone from his pocket and a bottle of juice from his bag. He popped open the bottle of liquid and guzzled some as he scrolled through fresh emails. He may as well get comfortable as the journey would take at least an hour. ‘Off anywhere special then?’ ‘Emmm. Yes. A very important meeting actually so please make sure I arrive on time. I have some work to do while you drive so would prefer not to be interrupted if that’s ok.’ ‘As you wish sir.’ The journey continued in silence, only interrupted by the clicking of buttons on Jackson’s phone and the whooshing noise of emails being sent. At one point Jackson looked up and through the glass to the front of the cab as he saw the back of the drivers head and shoulders. The long shiny black hair that fell down softly on the drivers back reminded him that he was being transported by a female and the tender smaller hands he could see on the steering wheel and gears made him wonder just how old the driver might be. He hadn’t seen her face at all but her voice had definitely been firm but young sounding. He finished his bottle of juice and looked out the passenger window. Taking a moment to glance at his Apple Watch he was surprised to see he’d only been in the cab around ten minutes so far but a nagging thought he had forgotten to do something filled his mind. As he thought back to what he had been doing before leaving he still couldn’t work out what he might have forgotten. Less than ten minutes later it hit him with a jolt: he hadn’t been to the toilet before leaving! How has he forgotten such a basic thing? Passing a sign for services with a picture of toilets had suddenly made him realise he could actually do with a visit to the gents. Sigh. He’d just go as soon as he got to the building in the city. As the journey continued on the motorway Jackson passed the time on his phone reading through documents and attachments and sending yet more emails. He was becoming slowly more uncomfortable though and frustrated both at the time the journey was taking and his filling bladder. ‘How much longer? Are you sure you are going the quickest route?’ ‘Another 40 minutes left sir. And yes this is definitely the most direct route. Don’t worry you won’t be late.’ Jackson sighed and crossed his legs at the ankle. He was a young, professional, important man and he certainly wasn’t going to be bothered by the fact he needed a piss. He returned to his phone and looked out the window at the traffic. Another 15 minutes past and Jackson was getting more restless. He wriggled in the leather seat, restricted greatly by the seat belt and rested one hand lightly at the top of his leg. Another minute later and he felt he needed to move again. Why had he not used his own toilet before leaving? He berated himself in his mind as he tried to think of anything other than toilets, urinals, water, or taps. He’d been bursting before now and always managed to hold on so this time would be no different. ‘We still on schedule? The traffic seems a bit heavier here.’ ‘Yes sir.’ But no sooner had she spoken the words when the flow of traffic slowed and the cab trickled along at not much more than walking pace. Jackson pushed back in the seat as his bladder reminded him it was full. Used to being in full control of everything in life Jackson grimaced as the realisation that he couldn’t control the traffic or his own bodily need dawned on him. Not only that but this unnamed female had more control than he did right now. He tapped his foot in annoyance. ‘Damn traffic!’ ‘You ok there sir? It looks like roadworks ahead but we should be moving faster again soon. I won’t make you late.’ ‘So exactly how long until I get there? There’s definitely no quicker options?’ ‘At least 25 minutes sir. Just relax. I won’t allow you to be late.’ It wasn’t the thought of being late stressing Jackson but he wasn’t going to admit what was, not to this female driver anyway. He wriggled forwards and looked in the internal mirror as the driver checked it simultaneously. Her striking blue eyes and long eyelashes looked right at him. There was something sexy and enticing about them but Jackson had much bigger things on his mind right now: he really needed to get to his destination. He really needed a piss! Hoping the driver couldn’t see him fully Jackson slip his hand from the top of his leg more towards his dick. He longed to grab it, rub it, squeeze it even, but he really wasn’t sure what the driver could see in her mirror. Still his dick longed to release and if he didn’t touch it soon it might take matters into it’s own hands. He leaned forwards and rubbed himself as best as possible. ‘Do you drive this way often?’ ‘Quite a lot yes.’ ‘You’d know if there was something like, you know, any sort of service areas before we reach the centre of the city at all?’ ‘Not from here on in, no sir. We are due to leave the motorway in around 15 minutes then it’s in town driving right to your destination.’ ‘Oh.’ Jackson wasn’t sure what to say, or more so what to do. He moved again in the seat and tapped his leg faster. Should he say why he wanted to stop? Might that change things? He stared out the window lost in his own struggle of holding back and holding on. He tried crossing his legs but the seat belt was too tight. He stretched a leg out and fidgeted. The cab was moving but not anywhere near fast enough and his bladder was pulsating steadily. He was dying for a long and urgent piss. He slid a hand onto his dick and pressed down leaning forwards. ‘Sorry to bother you again mam.’ ‘I thought it was you who didn’t want interrupted sir?’ ‘Well yes. But things have...em...changed. It’s just...’ ‘You won’t be late. I thought I told you that?’ ‘Yes yes I know that! Sorry for snapping it’s just that...well I could really do with stopping somewhere if that was possible?’ ‘Stopping? I thought you said you mustn’t be late?’ ‘Yes that’s correct but I won’t be a few minutes. Are you sure there aren’t any services around here?’ ‘Sir we leave the motorway at not this but the following exit and then you will be less than four miles from your destination.’ Jackson was getting more and more stressed. How much more obvious did he need to make it? Could she not see his squirming in the mirror, hear the tension in his voice, pick up the hints in his questions? Was she really so stupid he needed to spell it out? ‘Look I know that but I really need a fucking piss so would you fucking pull in somewhere so I can go!’ ‘Sir please don’t speak to me like that! There’s nowhere to stop and if you continue with that language I will drive right past your destination and make you wait longer!’ ‘Bitch!’ ‘Right sir if you don’t quit this I will simply turn at the next junction and return you home! For your information, and for my security, I should now inform you that my in cab cameras have now been switched on and your words and actions are now being recorded. Please sit back and tone down your attitude and I shall get you to your destination as soon as possible.’ Jackson could feel his anger building but three small flashing red lights in the back of the cab warned him off saying any more. Instead he wriggled more and tried to hide the fact his hand was pressing on his crotch. Surely the driver wouldn’t actually turn around? Surely she would do exactly as he asked, demanded even, and pull in at the first available opportunity? Jackson wasn’t sure what stressed him more: the fact someone had control over him or the fact his bladder was about to burst into his one thousand pound suit! Tapping his food, bouncing on the seat and pressing his crotch hard he could feel his breathing getting shallower and his heart racing as his body fought harder to hold on. Finally he heard the cab indicators clicking. Squirming uncontrollably now Jackson sat anxiously as his mind willed his body to wait. ‘Please can you pull in somewhere. I don’t know...a coffee shop, a burger place, anywhere! It’s getting to be a real emergency here!’ ‘Sir you asked me to get you there on time and that’s exactly what I am doing. You surely aren’t going to tell me you can’t wait just four more miles now?’ ‘For your information I’ve been waiting the whole damn journey! Now for the love of God woman would you get me somewhere to piss NOW!’ ‘Sir quit your language! You hired me to get you somewhere and that’s exactly what I am doing. And I should remind you that you are being recorded. Might I add any damage to my vehicle will be invoiced directly to you and non payment could result in the release of the recorded evidence. I am sure neither of us wish that to happen do we?’ Jackson pressed both hands over his balls and dick as his dick shook with urgency to release. He rocked back on forth on the leather seat muttering to himself under his breath as the cab stopped at yet another red light. His hands frantically massaging, pressing and playing with his anatomy he couldn’t help but realise now how hard he was getting as he felt his entire penis swell with urine. ‘Ughhhh. Fuck! No!’ Jackson knew he was starting to lose it as the head of his penis moistened with warm urine and a spurt shot out uncontrollably. ‘Let me out! Let me out NOW!’ But the driver only laughed. ‘Sir can’t you see your destination right ahead? And right on time it seems.’ ‘Shit. Shit. I can’t stop this. Fuck!’ The cab pulled in right at the front of the building as Jackson saw people he recognised and bent his head down. With one hand he pressed to release his seatbelt and with the other he circled his dick with his hand and squeezed as hard as he could. Grabbing his bag he stood up in the back of the cab but as he pulled the door handle down he knew it would happen. Another spurt. ‘You bitch! I’m pissing myself because of you!!’ ‘I think someone needs to work on their self control don’t you.’ Still with his hand clutching himself for dear life Jackson swore before sprinting inside swearing under his breath as urine continued leaking down his inside leg. Meanwhile the driver smiled as she pulled out and headed home.

She wouldn’t let him go. 1: The interview Jamie sat in the bland waiting area with its neutral walls and standard low fabric seats. He was every bit as nervous as he had been at the dentist a month before and waiting for his daughter to be born 6 months before that. He legs felt like jelly, his heart racing, and worst of all his mouth felt dryer than a desert in the midst of summer. He hadn’t even been able to say his name at the reception desk, having to hand them his interview appointment instead. As he looked around anxiously his eyes rested on a vending drinks machine in the corner. Pushing himself to standing he tentatively walked towards it and punched in the numbers for a bottle of cold water. Sitting back down he opened the bottle and gulped down a quarter of it quickly, hoping his voice might relax before he was called. The clock on the wall appeared stuck as he continued to sip continuously on the bottle for comfort as he tried focussing on what he might be asked. By the time his name was called he glanced at the bottle in his hand and, realising it was empty, he dropped it in a bin as he followed the smartly dressed red haired young woman who had appeared looking for him. Hearing the click click rhythm of her high heeled shoes on the hard flooring Jamie watched as her bottom wriggled sexily as he walked behind her. Deliberately looking away he thought about his partner and baby at home and smiled. Walking into the boardroom the first thing Jamie sensed was an air of tension and formality. As the young lady he had followed slipped behind the formal solid desk beside another two suited and somber females he sensed immediately that this interview wasn’t one to crack jokes in. He gulped quietly as he sat on the only seat available facing the three ladies. Despite being in a formal suit with a shirt and tie he still felt inadequate and under dressed in contrast to the imposing females opposite him. As a full jug of iced water say in the middle of the table Jamie could feel the sweat gathering on his forehead as one of the woman poured the jug into four glasses and slid each one in front of a different person. As the first question was fired Jamie’s voice box seemed to close in fear, and when nothing came out despite his mouth opening and closing he heard one of the females cough then comment loudly. “I suggest you take a sip of water and try speaking again. Thank you.” Jamie did as instructed but still his voice was husky and quiet. “Take some more. I insist. We can not proceed further here until we can hear you. We don’t have all day to wait.” Shaking with nerves Jamie did as instructed again until his glass was empty but his voice was at least loud enough to finally be heard. It was 45 minutes later before the questions from the ladies finally ended and Jamie left the imposing formal room and was lead out. “If you could sit here please until we call you for part 2. There’s a kettle and biscuits over there but please remain in the corridor until called. Thank you.” Jamie sat on the plastic chair in the empty corridor, flashbacks of sitting outside the headmasters office at high school filling his mind. The walls were bare and Jamie glanced up one end to see a fire exit at the far end but the other end seemed to go on forever with no exit in sight. A few doors marked ‘meeting 1’, ‘board room 2’ and so on were interspersed along both sides but other than a small table, which had clearly been temporarily placed for today’s interview, the corridor was otherwise empty. Jamie sat crossed legged. Now wasn’t a good time to be needing a piss but the bottle of water in the waiting room and two further glasses in the interview had more than filled his bladder and he tried to think of anything but a toilet. He sat for a few minutes before standing and going over to the table where a kettle was plugged in and mugs, disposable milk sachets and sugar with plastic spoons sat waiting. Jamie looked up and down the corridor hoping to see a toilet, or at least signs to one, but there was nothing. Making himself a coffee and picking up a plain biscuit he returned to the plastic seat and returned to sitting with his legs crossed. Twenty minutes later his coffee and biscuit were finished and he returned to the table to put his now empty mug on it. Now wanting a toilet even more he decided to wander a little further along the corridor slipping a hand into his trouser pocket to touch his penis to help hold. Moving was helping but there was no sign still of a bathroom and no-one around to ask. Jamie paced the corridor, walking back and forth from the plastic chair to the door marked boardroom 3 over and over wondering how much longer he’d be kept waiting. Finally he heard voices as he walked quickly towards the chair as he saw the three woman who had just interviewed him earlier come out of the room. ‘Did we not say to wait on the chair?’ Jamie so desperately wanted to ask for a bathroom but he felt so intimidated and awkward than he just hung his head and sat back down. That was until one of the woman looked down at him, smiled coyly and whispered, ‘Is everything ok?’ Gulping shyly Jamie looked her in the eye and quietly answered. ‘I was, I was just looking to see if there was a bathroom I could maybe use please.’ The woman checked the other females were not watching before she covered the side of her mouth and mouthed back. ‘If you can wait a bit longer I’ll show you when I can.’ Jamie nodded but his feet were tapping now and he could feel his member throbbing in his boxers. Wait a bit longer? He really wanted to say that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait but he didn’t want to cause a fuss and this woman seemed his only hope. ‘I’ll update him on what we discussed and then show him out. I’ll join you both for our last one at 11:30.’ Jamie watched as the other two woman, including the red head who had lead him to the room, walked briskly away without even replying. ‘You may come back in now Mr Fuller’ Jamie slipped back into the board room wriggling on the chair shyly. He just hoped this wouldn’t take long as he desperately needed a piss! It was impossible to get comfortable and at first Jamie sat with one leg over the other swinging his leg but then he quickly turned to the side then as discreetly as possible he scissored his legs in and out or swung them up and down. He knew how unprofessional he must seem but as every minute passed he craved to urinate stronger and stronger. ‘So is there anything else you would like to ask?’ Jamie swallowed hard, squirmed some more, slipped a hand into his crotch and crossed his legs again. ‘I do apologise but do you have a bathroom I could use please?’ ‘If you remind me at the end I will show you on the way out.’ ‘Thanks. Is there much longer to go may I ask?’ ‘Not too long. So I just have some paperwork now. Let’s start with who your references are...’ Jamie could feel his face redden as he used his hand between his legs to squeeze his desperate penis. It was starting to hurt he had to go so badly and he knew his squirming was getting beyond acceptable now. In fact he couldn’t sit still as he wriggled again on the firm seat. ‘It’s a Mr. Shepherd from Infinity Beyond and a Ms Sharp from Wilderness Incorp. There addresses and details are on my CV.’ Jamie looked straight at the woman in front of him now. As she looked up from writing he stared into her dark green eyes as her curly blond hair rested neatly on her shoulders. His eyes pleaded with hers as he hoped she would see the urgency in his face as he bit down on his bottom lip and fidgeted restlessly. As a wave of intense urgency engulfed him Jamie leaned forwards and grabbed his quivering crotch before regaining his composure again and looking up. ‘Sorry. I really do need to use the bathroom please. Could I have a break at all?’ ‘I said when we are finished! Please remain patient!’ Patience was the last thing Jamie felt as he bounced around on the seat now gripping the edges with both hands. With his body tensed and pressure mounting by the second he squeezed hard and drew a breath muttering softly, ‘I don’t think I can hold much longer!’ ‘Mr Fuller! That’s enough! Either you wait or I will withdraw our offer of employment right now!’ No longer caring that he was disgracing himself Jamie opened his legs and hooked his ankles behind the legs of the formal chair as he pressed both hands over his throbbing aching crotch. As he tried to answer as quickly as possible the final questions he pressed, squeezed, rubbed and moaned openly as the woman peered at him open mouthed and wide eyed. Momentarily forgetting his surroundings due to the pressure and stress Jamie verbally answered the questions whilst unzipping his suit trousers and rubbing himself. The blond haired suited woman stared in disbelief at what she was seeing. Still Jamie couldn’t stop. ‘Shit! I’m dying for a piss! This is ridiculous. God I’m absolutely bursting! I’m actually gonna have an accident!’ The woman stood in silence, her eyes fixated on Jamie’s crotch, his fingers manipulating his half hard penis through his trousers and boxers and his palm massaging his member as his mouth opened and closed and his eyes glazed over. A soft moan could be heard through Jamie’s tightly clenched teeth as he felt a warm leak seep into his underwear and damped his trousers. He looked up aghast at the formally dressed female staring at him in shock as his eyes beseeched her to allow him to go to the gents to finish what he had accidentally already started. ‘Stop! I demand you stop that sir! Now!’ Jamie wanted to cry! ‘I’m trying! Honestly I am. Please please may I go to the toilet!’ ‘Absolutely not!’ Shaking, angry, terrified and beyond bursting, Jamie half stood, half sat, both hands still clutching, twirling, clenching and squeezing his desperate dick as he hobbled forwards dribbling warm urine as his suit trousers fell clumsily down his thigh. Grabbing the jug from earlier, his bottom lip trembling, he pulled his aching cock out from the leg of his boxers as he held it into the clear jug as urine rushed into it furiously as the interviewer looked on. ‘Fuck!’ The jug filled almost to the brim as Jamie smiled relieved and placed it nonchalantly onto the formal board meeting table before making himself decent once again and smiling cheekily to the woman in front of him. With his voice clear and solid for the first time he coughed and looked right at the suited lady. ‘So do I still have the Job?’ ‘Absolutely! How soon can you start?’

Hey friends, I wonder, what is your experience with having your bladder controlled or controlling someone's bladder? Has there maybe even been an RL person you could or can enjoy your fetish with? How did you do it? How was it? Was it as good as in your fantasy? My ex-GF let me control her bladder, her pee and her bathroom breaks on a daily basis and I loved it.

3. A warm shape collided with Vera and almost knocked her down had she not caught herself on her suitcase. She had barely rounded the corner into the trains corridor and Brittany had thrown herself onto her. “Hey! Oh Im so glad to see you! The time isn’t the same without you around eh? Here, I saved the seats by the snack trolley.” Vera planted a big kiss on Brittany’s cheek before getting into the cabin. “You’re a beauty Brit! I missed you. At least we’ve got a few hours on this train to catch up on our summers. I want to hear all about this Muggle boy. Are they different?” Brit closed the sliding door as they sat across form each other. “It wasn’t that bad. I thought that maybe, it would be tiny, because of the theory that all wizards use enlarging spells down there. But no, it was about the same as a magic dick haha!” “Well that’s good to know! If I ever get with a muggle I wont have to use an Engorging charm.” Vera chuckled. “Is he going to be writing you this semester? Did you tell him you’re a witch?” “No I didn’t! He kept trying to buy me stuff and asking about numbers. Muggles are so odd to me. Did you meet anyone this summer?” “No I mostly laid low. Helped my parents work on the gardens so they can harvest a bunch of food I wont get to eat.” Brittany waited exactly the minimum amount of time after Vera’s response to delve back into her own escapades without being overtly rude. “He wanted me to 'go for a drive’ with him. What is that? Just going around…” Vera let her speak as her thoughts drifted back to her bladder. She grabbed her water bottle while acknowledging Brittany and took a long swell of water. “Let’s see if we can’t have some fun on this train.” “Here Brit have some water, it’s important to stay hydrated.” “You’re so right. I’m actually dying right now, and you know what the best part is?” she grabbed her wand and tapped the side of the water bottle, which began filling with water “I’m a witch again!” “Hell yeah we are! Couple of badass witches. Finish off that bottle and let me fill it up! That looked fun! We’ll each drink one more so were hydrated.” They both did and Vera could already feel the liquid hitting her. Brit looked out the window and Vera noticed her hand shift subconsciously to her crotch. Vera knew that the food trolleys would start making their rounds soon with the first round of snacks. She also knew that if Brit left to the bathroom now she would get stuck behind the snack cart and miss out. A tap on the bottle filled it and with a smile she drank half of it before passing it over to Brittany. She drank from it slowly and wondered out loud where everyone else was. “I didn’t see anyone, except Professor Longbottom. I’m planning to continue my extracurricular herbology studies this year.” Vera said with a grin. “Man Vera you are the baddest witch in the year hands down” Vera accepted that merely by widening her grin “I fucked up Vera. I cant make it to the bathroom in time. I’ll miss the snacks! I drank two coffees this morning too, ugh I’m going to explode!” “You’ll be fine Brit. Just sit back and breathe slow. Divert your thoughts, tell me more about this muggle, what was his name-” “Nope! I’m going now! I’m going to run and beat the carts!” Vera stood up, turned around and sat right square on Brittany’s lap. “ You’re not going anywhere missy. It just so happens that I also have to pee Brit. It also just so happens, that I have a solution to our dilemma. But you’re going to have to bend you’re instincts a little.” Vera leaned deeper into Brittany’s lap, pressing back against her breasts with her shoulders. “Mmmm Vera you’re really pushing against my crotch. It’s not exactly helping! Oh Vera! Vera- ahh no I can’t hold it!” One final squeak of resistance left Brittany, along with the first flood of urine onto the seat. Vera could hear it streaming out of her body and started to feel wetness on the backs of her thighs. The warmth sent a chill through Vera’s body and she let go control of her bladder as well. It was puddling in Brittany’s crotch and starting to flow down Vera’s thighs, the first few drops spattering on the ground. A sigh of relief that was also a moan of pleasure escaped Vera as she moved her wand in arcs around their legs, moving upwards and evaporating the wetness. “Oh wow that’s so smart” Brittany adjusted herself under Vera “keep doing that, I’m going to keep peeing right here on this seat. That feels good!” Vera extinguished the rest of their mess with a few passes of her wand and resumed her seat across from Brittany. “That’s how I spent most of my summer, except I didn’t have an evaporating spell I could use! Mmm it feels so good! Isn’t it warm in your pants?” “I definitely didn’t hate it.” Brit said. “Let’s make a bet for this semester Brit. If you can pee with me in each of our different classes, then I’ll recommend you join for my extracurricular studies with Professor Longbottom.” “You’ll be peeing too?” “Yes, we will do it all together. You saw how easy it was. You have nothing to lose, except your chance to experience a Professor.” As Vera said it she knew she had her. “OK fine. But this better be as good as you’ve cooked it up to be.” There was a rap on the door by the snack vendor, Brittany’s eyes snapped to focus. “Perfect timing! I know exactly what I’m getting!” Vera smiled with laughter that reached all the way to her eyes and she reached to open the door.

Loss of Control Prologue There it was, staring her right in the face. After years of research, digging up any leads, and browsing websites which probably had ended her up on several watch and no-fly lists, she had found it. Jesse Faden had found the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Control. “I can’t believe it. I’ve been to New York dozens of times, yet here you are.” Taking a deep breath, the woman stepped through the doors. Her diaper crinkled as she moved, yes, diaper, for that was the only thing she wore. Ever since the incident that had A. The Bureau knocking down her door, B. Her brother Dylan was taken away by the Bureau for God knows whatever reason, and C. Gotten some entity she referred to as Polaris bonded with her, she found that all clothing save for her protective padding would, somehow, find its way off her. Whether a shirt would suddenly become too small to fit, a newly bought pair of pants would tear at the seam, or a jacket would be suddenly blown off by a mysterious gust of wind. However, seemingly, no one noticed. Jesse didn’t know if it was Polaris activating some kind of filter around her, whatever that damned projector did to her and Dylan, or the world was just insane, no one noticed the fact she was nearly naked. Then again, neither did she. While she would fill wind or heat, it would always be buffeted as if she wore, say, a parka. Her feet never got the cuts or blisters someone always going around barefoot would accrue. As for the diaper, well, that was normal. Even before it became the only form of, for lack of a better word, apparel, she always wore them. From what Polaris had suggested, whatever bound her, for the voice Polaris spoke with, as somewhat muffled as it was, like someone speaking through a thick scarf or broken walkie-talkie, sounded feminine, to Jesse may have caused her to never gain full control over her bladder and bowels, not to mention Jesse’s small case of shyness and stubbornness. Jesse didn’t mind much. It was more convenient, in her mind, than rushing around trying to find a useable bathroom, especially a relatively sanitary one in some cases. “Hello? Anyone home?” Jesse called out, looking around. The place, while a bit on the older side in terms of furniture, looked like a relatively mundane government building, especially those you’d see in TV shows and flicks featuring your standard “G-Men”, Men in Black types. It was then that the padded woman, as she walked past a deserted metal detector station, heard something, akin to a faint whispering. “Do you hear that? It sounds like….hissing?” Jesse asked Polaris as she pushed aside a table that had been blocking her path. The muffled voice spoke into her ear, and her mind. Jesse pouted, a small tinge of crimson lighting up her cheeks. “No, its not me. I’m pretty sure I would know what the sound of me pissing sounds like.” she grumbled. As she rounded a corner, she found a man, dressed in a janitor’s garb, mopping the floor. “Oh excuse me, sir?” She called out, the man turned. “I’m-” “Looking for a job?” The man asked. He was middle aged, and his voice carried a slight accent, vaguely Eastern European or Scandinavian in nature. A nametag on his jumpsuit read Ahti. Like the Finnish god island hero and god of the seas. Jesse thought, with a mental chuckle. She nodded, knowing that normal sounding excuse would be easier than any she could come up on her lonesome. The man turned, and pointed down a corridor. “The Director’s office is right through there, rouva.” The Director eh? This could be the best lead I have over where these bastards have Dylan. Jesse thought to herself. “Thanks.” she smiled at the janitor. Having been one herself (and boy did wearing diapers help during especially long nights), she had a respect for those who worked in maintaining upkeep of a facility. Humming, the padded woman strolled through until she found a door, above which hung a sign reading DIRECTOR’S OFFICE. She opened the door…. ….to find the Director laying facedown in a pool of dried blood, a strange looking handgun cast aside. “Oh shit!” Jesse exclaimed, racing over. “Damn it.” she said, finding a hole, about the size of a quarter in his temple, burrowed all the way out to the other side. As she fought the urge to vomit, Polaris once more spoke in her mind. “You want me to pick up the murder weapon? Really?” Another mental warble. “Fine, fi-what the fuck?!” Jesse screamed, as she picked up the firearm, and felt reality begin to shift and her vision distort.. The diapered woman looked around. Around her were large, grey platforms, and beyond that, an endless white void. You are latest Director/Assistant, no? A disembodied voice, or voices, called out. “What the fuck?” Jesse asked, as she headed through the void, her diaper crinkling. Again Polaris spoke into her mind. “The...Board? What, is the Bureau run by a some kinda group of eldritch ghosts?” she chuckled. “Wait, how the hell am I Director?” She asked aloud, as she followed what looked like a path. You picked up the Service Weapon/gun. You were thus chosen as Director/assistant. “I can’t…..well, if it’ll help me find Dylan…” Jessia groaned, as she hopped across the various pathways, noticing odd humanoid statues every so often. Eventually, she reached a platform, where the very firearm, the “Service Weapon” as the Board had called it, hovered in midair. “Alright then, let’s do this.” She took a deep breath, and reached for the weapon, let Polaris each out. Immediatly, a heavy sensation filled her, as she bound the item to her. “Hnnngrh….” She moaned, letting out a moan as a warm load began to leave her bowels, and cause her diaper to expand. She panted as a thick, snakelike turd slid out of and between her cheeks like anal beads, coiling in a pile nestled between her diaper, and her shapely ass. Suddenly, everything burst in a flash of white. Jesse fell back, the Service Weapon in hand, onto her messily diapered ass. Jesse moaned, face flushed as she arched her back, squirting out her pussy juices. “Damn, that was intense….” she panted, slowly standing. She looked down at the Weapon. It looked like a regular handgun, akin to a revolver. She reached back, pressing a hand against the back of her diaper. “Haven’t shit like this in ages.” she chuckled. Another psychic warble filled her brain. “I am not a pervert….OK, maybe a little.” she blushed. With a slight waddle, she began to look around. “Alright Polaris, be my guiding star and lead the way.” Her fully packed Pampers sagged almost to her knees, swaying, as she followed where her resident internally bonded entity led her along through the hallways . As she passed through twin double doors labeled Central Executive, she felt something off in the air. It was then Polaris pinged in her brain. She immediately ducked down, biting down on her lip to stifle a moan as the cool tiled floor, and her heels, squished her loaded diaper against her ass. On the floor stood what looked like soldiers, four of them, though they seemed….off. An eerie crimson glow emanated from their bodies, their speech was akin to the hissing she had heard earlier, and they moved like zombies. Unfortunately for Jessie, they noticed her, raising them guns. Jesse took aim, winging them at first. While she hadn’t handled a gun, except on the firing range a few times, survival took precedence. Part of the Service Weapon rose up and hovered, acting as an iron sight of sorts. As each of her foes fell to the blazing ebony rounds of her new firearm, they burst into a spray of not blood, but a strange blood red energy, and vanished with a resonating scream of fury and pain. Once all her enemies had been slain, Jesse stood once more, dimly aware she was pissing into her messy diaper. She strode down the stairs, an enormous black pyramid hanging over a singular circle in the center. Polaris hovered over it, and upon reaching her, she felt a sense of calm, as the menace in the air faded, and the hissing, aside from her pissing, grew silent. Suddenly she was alerted of a voice coming from a shelter labeled, well, shelter, a panic room of sorts perhaps? Taking a breath, Jesse waddled over, and activated the intercom. “Its alright, it's safe to come out.” she called. “Thank God, wait, who is this?” A woman responded from the intercom. Jesse gave her name, and the person behind the door now had a sense of surprise to her voice, “Oh, you’re the new Director! Alright, we’re coming out.” The intercom beeped. Jesse stepped back as a magnetic seal was pulled away and the door slid open. Out stepped several office worker looking types, and at head was the woman Jesse presumed she had spoken too over the intercom. She was a blonde, and wore a harness of some kind over a pantsuit and white top. Her eyes flicked up and down Jesse, and then she cleared her throat. “Um, thank you Director Faden, I’m Emily, Emily Pope, I’m a researcher here at the Bureau.” Jesse held up a hand, smiling softly. The woman before her seemed to exude an aura of calm that was affecting even Jesse. “Please, Jesse is fine.” she smiled. “So, um, I’m guessing, aside from me, you’re the highest ranked person in this room?” she asked. “Oh, um, yes, ah, Jesse.: Emily smiled brightly. “There’s a meeting room just up these stairs, follow me please.” she said. Jesse nodded, her packed padding swaying as she followed up the marble stairs and into the boardroom. It had your standard large, mahogany desk with some papers scattered about on it. The walls were a dark grey, and held no ornamentation. Emily was sitting down nearby. Jesse sat down in the chair in front of Emily, biting her lip to keep from moaning. “I’m here for, well, personal business.” Emily nodded, “Alright, I’m sure you’ll tell me what that is in due time Di-er, Jesse.” she smiled softly. “Well, before we do anything, I need to need to ask you two things. One, do you know what the Hotline is?” she asked. Jesse shook her head. “Well, it's an Object of Power, looks like an old school rotary phone.” she ran a hand through her hair. “It allows one to communicate with astral beings, or those who have bonded to an Object of Power.” she gestured to the Service Weapon. “Like former Director Trench. Here,” she handed Jesse a map of the Beauru. “This will show you the way, it’ll shift in accordance with the Oldest House, the building. The door should be unlocked.” Jesse smiled back, taking the map and folding it. “Thanks, so, what’s your second question Emily?” she asked, sitting back. Emily shifted, cheeks tinged red. “Um, not to embarrass you Jesse, but uh, why are you naked aside from a m-messy diaper?” she asked. Jesse’s eyes widened, however she thought she saw Emily lick her lips and an almost, hungry look in her eyes. “Y-you can see it?” Jesse asked in shock, her own face ablaze. Emily nodded slowly. “I um, sort of need them. I can, well, control myself, kinda,” she shifted. “As for, well….” she gestured to her nearly nude form. “I don’t know exactly why, but pretty much everything else I’ve tried to wear finds its way off me not long after.” Emily shifted, her own cheeks red, “Fascinating um, do you need help changing or….” Jesse smiled, “I can do it myself, unfortunately I didn’t bring any spares, I can probably scavenge something around here, but otherwise, after I get this off me,” she patted her packed pamps, snickering when she saw Emily gaze at her full diaper. “I’ll be going around. In the nude.” she said. Emily nodded dumbedly, and slid some toilet paper over. “Tell you know, if I ever use another diaper, or find something to “go” in or on, I’ll send you a pic.” Jesse teased. She exited the board room, and found a small little closet by where she would be going. She hummed, untaping her shitstained diaper, and disposing of it in a nearby bin. After wiping herself down as best as she could, the now nude Director began following the map, and Polaris’ guidance. Polaris said something in her mind as she neared the service elevator that would take her to the floor she needed to go to. “Please, even if I were to piss and shit as I walked around here, wouldn’t make it look any less bad than these, uh, Hiss things are.” she blushed. She punched the button, and took a breath as the doors slid shut, and she descended.

If you were really desperate to pee but you were toLd there was one thing you were not allowed to do/say what would you find the hardest? For me that would depend on the context. If in public I would really struggle if I wasn’t allowed to cross my legs. If seated and very very desperate I would really struggle if I couldn’t bounce my knee or sit forwards almost on the edge of the seat. If alone I would seriously struggle if I had to stay silent and couldn’t even moan! conversely what would you like to ask someone not to do if you knew they were very desperate? I’d love to watch a desperate man who longed to grab himself but wasn’t allowed.

Hi! Wanted to write about this for a while and finally got to it! This is my second time posting something here (and English is my second language) son don’t be too harsh on me for errors or boring writing lol Some people describe themselves on their stories for some reason, so I’ll do it to for those interested (if you are not, then skip to next paragraph to get to the story). I’m a 28y/o male, 5’11”height, 165lbs weight (I look kinda slim, I think), bearded and kinda pale skinned lol. The day this happened I had a pair of calvin klein thick cotton boxer briefs (I love how those absorb pee) under some jeans and a black t shirt. Now on to my story! This happened to me about a week or so before COVID lockdown began. I had been visiting my parents for the weekend and it was time to go back home which is about a 2.5 hour drive from their house. I decided that day that I would do a hold all the way to my apartment and wet when I got there, so about two hours before leaving my parent’s place I had a coffee and started drinking water. I had about 7 or 8 glasses of water and thought about taking a 12oz bottle of water with me to keep drinking on the way, but decided not to because when it was time to leave I was already starting to feel the pee accumulating. When I do holds I like to let out little leaks into my underwear (it turns me on a LOT, plus I love feeling the wetness and teasing my bladder by making it think it can finally relax, but not really) so knowing this I decided to put a towel on my seat before getting into my car so I didn’t ruin the seat (thankfully). With everything set and ready I started my 2.5 hour trip home with a filling bladder. At first it didn’t feel like much (2-3/10 maybe) and I was feeling excited and kind of impatient for bladder to start getting really full and make me desperate. About halfway through the trip I started to feel some urge (6/10-ish) and it just started to get worse faster. When I’m at an 8/10 I was about 40 minutes from my apartment, so I decided to start teasing myself and let the first few small leaks. The wetness and warmth felt sooo good that it was really hard for me to not reach down and grab myself and stroke a little like I do when I’m holding at home. At about the third deliberate leak there was a nice small wet spot in my jeans, the site of which, combined with the blissful feeling of closing the gates to my bladder to early, were giving me a hard on. I just wanted to get home and release everything! Luckily there were just about 30 minutes of highway left and after that some 5-10mins to get home. However, life was not gonna give me relief so easily… I got into the worst traffic jam I’ve seen in my life. Literally fully stopped vehicles in the highway, all 3 lanes full of cars, mine being in the middle lane. I suddenly realized how that 8/10 started increasing really fast. I tried to calm down, not think about my desperation too much and just wait for the traffic to stop moving, but it was too much to ignore. The bladder teasing hadn’t helped at all, instead it had made me more desperate and harder for me to hold it in. About 40 minutes into the traffic jam I was already really close to explode at 10/10, so I decided to try and go to the side of the road to pee there, but since traffic was moving so slowly (most of the time not at all) that proved impossible. Next best thing I thought was peeing into a bottle, but sadly I had emptied all the trash in my car during the weekend so I had not bottles at all in my car. Then I remembered that I had thought to bring a bottle with me and deliberately decided not to. I hated myself a little because of that. So nothing was left for me to do besides wait…. And wait… but my bladder was tired of my waiting and my teasing. I had been already there for an hour and my body just couldn’t wait any longer. I suddenly felt what I can only describe as a small sting followed by a sudden warmth between my legs. At first I tried to stop it and managed to do it for a couple of seconds, but the warmth, the wetness, the release it just all felt so f-cking good that my common sense of not peeing my car left and I just wanted to let it flow. And I did. I finally relaxed and let it all come out of me (luckily it was dark outside already so no one could see into my car). However, I don’t know if it’s just me but when I’m wetting I get so turned on that my penis starts to get hard and the flow starts to slow down, making my wetting las even longer (which turns me on even more, I just love it) so I was peeing probably for a full minute/minute and a half. After that I was constantly letting pee out every time I felt just the slightest need to. I was in the traffic jam for another whole hour and spent it wetting every time I got just enough pee to fill a little desperate (did this maybe 3 more times lol). It was REALLY hard not to touch myself all this time, but I finally got home (don’t think anybody saw me in my wet clothes, but who knows) and got to enjoy myself at last…. …. Until I was finished satisfying myself and realized the mess that I had left in my car. It was a pain to clean and get the smell out completely (although it wasn’t too smelly thanks to all that water) but I finally could get it cleaned and I don’t regret the experience at all. Thanks for reading and sorry for the long post! I’m really enjoying sharing my experiences so who knows, maybe I’ll share more and maybe even some pictures/videos someday.

Just had the hottest online holding session with a hot site friend. We were both desperate but she was in control of when we both got to pee. Thankfully I was alone in the office by the time she had me squirming in my chair (practically) begging to go to the toilet. Never been so desperate at work before. I was shaking with need when I was finally allowed to pee. Best morning at work ever! Thank you (you know who you are 💋)