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  1. Heya! Just super excited to do a total power exchange dynamics online! So yesterday night I was talking with an online daddy dom, and it's total power exchange(tpe) dynamics I'm into. He started controlling my bladder since yesterday night....i was denied to do my night time piss.... it's next day afternoon...i don't remember when i last peed maybe more than 15 hours ago.... he made me drink only a glass though in the morning and obviously I'm still denied to pee. Infact he denied me to eat also. Poop also. Like a stuffed up doll, I'm here experiencing to be treated!!! According to him i can eat a very small meal in the entire day....i know that's abuse type, but i love such total denials. Being treated as a slave with no human right! Coming back to the point... He got offline saying me to continue holding everything till he wakes up(it's different time zone there..) but i'm in my little space(those of you who know the DDLG power dynamics probably know this term...) And I'm still in need of control... so posting it here... Hoping that you interested fellas will control me in the meantime. Update: there's total 1.4 litres of water pushed inside my body... and my pussy is hurting from the urge... but yes, i want you people to be sadistic also ... So yes, you can be as torturing as that of online dom... Ready to deny me from all my rights and making me a sealed up babydoll. I will try to hide all my sufferings in discreet way... even in public if you people wish to make me go out ... in a denied-to-pee condition!
  2. I always find it thrilling when I am forced to hold while sitting on the toilet, it makes it so much harder, so I thought I’d draw it. Lmk if there’s anything else I should draw 🙂
  3. It's been really quiet on here the past few days so I thought I would share the story that kick started my love of female desperation! It was the late 90s, and I had been interested in omo for a while, but teenage me finally did an internet search for something along the lines of "Girls weeing", any way, this story is what I discovered and it turned me on more than I can describe. It's not one I have seen re-shared much, so I thought I would share it on here and hopefully open it up to a who new generation of pee lovers. I hope you all love it as much as I do! Title: The Army Girls By: Nigel Maltby On joining the army the first thing you learn is to obey the orders of your senior officers. Little did Beth know how difficult that was about to become, the day they trudged into barracks on that cold, damp November morning. Their first sight of Sargent Willis was that very morning as they gathered on the parade ground. He was a fearsome character. Tall and muscular; an imposing figure if ever there was one. Willis loved his job. He loved making soldiers out of raw recruits. He loved being a hard man and believed that in the army, the only way was the hard way. It didn't matter to him one bit that it was women he was in charge of; to him one soldier was just like any other at the end of the day, no matter what gender they were. Beth ended up in a billet with five other girls. The first few weeks training passed relatively smoothly. At the end of their second week they had to do a 3-mile run in less than 16 minutes. Each failed which started to get them noticed by the Sargent. The following day he was having them run the course again with him pounding close behind them all the way, forcing them into greater efforts. Needless to say each passed, but from that day on the Sargent had his eye on them. Then came the day of a surprise night exercise. It had been an afternoon off up until then. The girls had enjoyed a few beers and a laugh with some of the male soldiers on the camp, returning to their barracks late in the afternoon. As they tumbled into their room they were greeted by the Sargent. He immediately announced they were off on a night exercise and to pack their kit bags for an immediate departure. While Beth started packing, her friend, Jane, tried to walk past the Sargent to the loos. He stopped her in her tracks, "And where do you think you are off to Torpee?" "The loo sir!" Jane replied. "Have I said you can go?" "No sir." Jane said. "Well get packing as ordered! This is not a holiday camp, if I say move you move, if I say pack you pack. There is no time in the army to spend beautifying yourselves. This is an active exercise, you do nothing from this moment on unless commanded by me." "It wasn't beauty I was going for, Sargent," Jane pleaded, "I really need to pee." Some of the other girls sniggered at Jane's brazen admission. "Need to pee?" The Sargent said, ignoring the others. "Yes Sargent." She said trying not to scrunch her legs together too much. "There will be no peeing until I give the order, is that understood?" Jane thought he was joking but one look up at his face, black as thunder, told her otherwise, "Yes Sargent." She replied, returning to her bunk and reluctantly starting to pack her kit bag. The Sargent turned to leave and after the giggles had died down Jane was told that it probably wouldn't be long before he came back and gave her permission. At this point Beth realised just how much she needed to go as well. She'd had about two and a half pints of lager, about 1250ml, and knew from past experience that she would be bursting before too long, once all that liquid hit home. She kept one eye on the door to their billet, praying for the Sargent to return. Half an hour later he had not returned and the first they heard of him was when he bellowed down the corridor for them to get fell in on the courtyard outside. Jane was obviously still in some discomfort and Beth guessed that most of the other girls from her billet must need to go as well, even if they weren't showing any outward signs. As for herself she was aching to go and could feel a growing pressure pushing down towards her pee hole. Out in the courtyard they were ordered to lay their kit out for inspection. Jane could barely stand still as the Sargent came towards her. She sprang to attention; grateful to have her legs pressed together for a little while. All too soon the Sargent told her to stand at ease while he inspected her kit. As Beth watched she saw Jane almost twisting her thighs together and reaching a hand down towards her groin. Her hands were locked into two tightly clenched fists as she battled to avoid wetting herself. She was clearly bursting and probably only seconds from peeing her panties. In desperation she asked the Sargent if she could please pee before they left. He eyed her up and down as she took little hops in front of him, willing herself to hang on so she did not disgrace herself in front of him. For an age he seemed to just stand there looking at her before finally nodding, "Dismissed Torpee, but be quick about it!" He yelled. Jane swivelled, saluted, and literally sprinted across the parade ground, one hand clutched underneath her bum. Beth and the others watched her disappear. They were so dumb struck with Jane's frantic show of desperation they almost forgot about themselves, now none of them dared ask to go as well for fear of getting the Sargent cross again. Beth was bursting to go but was still in control. She thought that all the beer she had drunk must have reached her bladder by now and if she was as full as she was going to get she'd probably be okay until she could sneak off into the bushes when they had a rest break or made camp. As soon as Jane returned the Sargent led his troop out into the countryside. The plan was a twenty mile route march before making camp. They would then be met by a truck and driven back to base. The Sargent marched on at the front and the twenty girls marched in three ranks behind him. Beth was dying for a piss. She could feel a strong ache in her abdomen and only the fact they were constantly walking was stopping her from reaching down between her legs. She was praying for a rest stop soon. It was another half an hour until they were finally given permission to fall out for a rest and a smoke for those that wanted. Much to Beth's joy, One girl went over and asked the Sargent about going for a wee. She returned shaking her head however, "He says if we were in the jungle we couldn't just squat. We need to make camp first and set up proper facilities." "Proper facilities" cried Beth, "I'm close to facilitating that bush over there no matter what he says!" "Me too!" chimed in another girl and as Beth watched she did just that. Out of sight of the Sargent she quickly crouched, lowered her army trousers and peed quickly onto the ground. Several other girls did the same. Despite her growing torment Beth couldn't bring herself to go in front of everyone. She took a cigarette instead and crouched, rocking back and forth to ease the pressure of her rapidly growing desperation. Ten minutes later they were on their way again. It was another two hours before they stopped and by now Beth was almost beside herself with desperation. The Sargent ordered them to make camp. He came over while Beth's group was starting to pitch their tent and Beth found herself asking about a wee. She was now that desperate all inhibitions or fears about the Sargent were lost. "If one of you asks me again I'll have you hanging on until morning!" He bellowed. Beth suddenly dropped a hand to her crotch and squeezed herself through her trousers. The Sargent eyed her, "Need to go badly eh?" "Yes Sargent!" she squealed, bending forward in an effort to stop wetting herself in front of him. "Bursting are we?" "Yes Sargent." "Really bursting?" "Yes Sargent!" "Good, you'll enjoy it all the more when I do finally let you go!" And with that he left. Beth couldn't believe it. She was in agony and she wished now she'd gone when she had the chance. Somehow she held on though while they finished the tent. Then they were all called into the middle and the Sargent had them standing at ease while he went through the rudiments of making a campfire. This was almost too much for poor Beth. Her bum was quivering madly as she struggled to hold in her pee and before long she could feel it teetering on the very edge of her urethra. She grabbed hold of herself and squeezed hard, just bringing herself back under control before any found its way into her knickers. Her bladder felt huge and rock hard. She was longing to disappear from the group behind a nearby tree and she was barely concentrating on what the Sargent was doing. All she could think about now was having a wee. The fire building continued, followed by the boiling of a pan of water for some tea. Tea was the last thing poor Beth wanted. They were sat now by the fire, Beth having one heal lodged firmly against her tortured pee-hole. She was rocking in short, barely noticeable movements, but just about refraining from holding herself. Then they were told to get their mugs from their kit bags for tea. At last Beth sensed a chance to escape into the bushes. She struggled to her feet and managed to reach her tent. While the others went inside she quickly looked behind her and then quickly trotted by the tent towards a waiting line of trees. She was clutching herself now as the thought of being so close to the pee she so desperately needed came closer. Through the first line of trees she quickly spotted a bush and was already unbuckling her belt as she approached. Frantically she dragged her trousers down to her knees, pacing up and down as she then fumbled with the tiny waistband of her oh so tight knickers. She'd never been so desperate before in all her life. Her bladder was huge and she gasped as her knickers inched away from her bum. All she had to do now was crouch. She could hear the Sargent shouting for their return but she just HAD to pee first. Crouching, her pee poised on the very brink of the release she so badly needed, she suddenly became aware of the Sargent standing over her. She stood, fumbling for her clothes to hide herself. The Sargent smiled as she yanked her knickers back on, followed by her trousers. Oh God, how she needed to pee! The Sargent said nothing, he didn't have to, and Beth silently followed him back to camp. She found her mug and joined the rest back by the fire. She wanted to just let go there and then but didn't dare; besides the Sargent would ensure she was the laughing stock of the group. Instead she pressed her thighs together with all her might as she sipped some tea. As far as the others were concerned she had just found relief in the bushes. For the next hour the Sargent's eyes barely left her, giving her no chance of escape. By now the hot, strong tea was adding to her intense discomfort but she'd made up her mind to wait it out, no matter what. That would be the only way to spoil the Sargent's fun. Besides she knew the truck to take them back would be here very soon and it would surely only take them about twenty minutes to reach camp once they set off. Sure enough, about ten minutes later they could hear the sound of the distant truck engine as it twisted through the woodside track towards them. Beth's heart pounded hard, but she had found a new inner strength, and besides that, now she had made up her mind relief was not to be had until they got back to base it was somehow helping her hold on to her aching, bulging bladder. Their tents were dismantled and their kit bags packed as it drew up. With twenty girls and the Sargent, plus their kit, it was a tight squeeze for them all to get into the truck. Beth waited until near last to get onboard, enjoying a final squeeze before the agony of the journey ahead. Already crammed the Sargent then stopped her getting in the back, saying she should sit up front with him and the driver. She knew his game but was powerless to object. So she clambered up front, squeezed between the driver, who was another male soldier, and the Sargent. Setting off she had her hands lightly folded over her lap, enabling her to press a little harder when the urge to pee got too great. Five miles into the journey she really needed to squeeze herself badly. Her bladder felt ready to explode and it was taking all her will power to stop herself from leaking. She longed to cross her legs and despite the cramped space she quickly succeeded while the Sargent was temporarily gazing out of the side window. This brought temporary relief, but unfortunately coincided with the roughest part of the journey as the truck lurched down an uneven part of the route. She was nearly squealing out loud each time they hit a divot and began to seriously doubt her ability to hang on. Each passing second saw her desperation grow worse still, but she guessed they were no more than a few miles now from base, indeed as she strained her eyes ahead she could just make it out down below them. Her eyes glued to her salvation she willed her pee back. She found it impossible to think of anything else but peeing and the nearer they got the worse it became. Although they were in sight of the base it was still longer than she thought. Over five miles in fact, due to the twisting, turning trail of the track. She willed the driver to press down on the accelerator. Then the Sargent pulled out his last trump card. He ordered the driver to stop for a smoke break. Beth couldn't believe it. She thought how stupid she had been to think he would allow her to reach the loo she craved SO badly and cursed under her breath. While most got out for a stretch and a smoke Beth stayed firmly in her seat. The Sargent lit up by the doorway and with the driver also out of the vehicle she was able to give herself a long hard squeeze for the five minutes the Sargent gave for the break. Back inside she had to stop squeezing herself, which she now found almost impossible. She needed to go so badly her pee hole was aching beyond belief and she could feel a flood of pee pressing right against her entrance, just bursting to get out. Wriggling her bum as much as she dared she managed to stop from wetting herself, but she knew she was on the brink now and there was nothing more she could do to stop it. The five remaining miles became three, and then two. It was a faster journey now as they reached flat ground, but just getting closer was making it even worse for her. The pressure was simply becoming too great and suddenly she felt a hot surge of pee squirt into her panties. With alarm she managed to clamp it off immediately. She stared down and was amazed to see nothing showed. The release had felt SO good, but she didn't dare do any more. Her panties were wet but the thick material of her army uniform kept the wetness from show. As she released her clamp a few more dribbles trickled luxuriously from her frantic pee hole and she gasped with joy before pressing really hard down on her crutch as the next wave of desperation hit. Having let a little go she felt better, but not much. She prayed that even just that tiny squirt had maybe given her the time needed to scramble back to barracks without a further devastating accident. Concentrating with all her might she managed to hang on until the main gates approached. She was screaming inside but determined not to let out any more. The driver parked near the parade ground and as they got out Beth could feel the dampness between her legs from her earlier release, but it didn't show to anyone else. She was absolutely frantic to pee and barely able to control herself any longer. Instead of feeling angry at his failure to make her pee the Sargent was instead full of admiration at her will power, despite her disappearance into the bushes earlier. He told her so and even gave her permission to sprint off to the toilets while he collected her bag for her. "That's okay Sargent, I feel fine. I can manage my own bag thank you." Beth said, triumphant, but through gritted teeth. Although her bladder was fit to burst she waited in line for her bag to emerge out of the back of the truck and then turned and smiled at the Sargent as she walked calmly across the parade ground towards her barracks. As she smiled at him her exhausted bladder finally let go and a surge of pee ran like a waterfall into her knickers and quickly spread down the inside of her legs. Fortunately the Sargent couldn't see what was happening as she was now too far away. She clamped off again with a valiant effort and made it to barracks without any further leaks by taking shorter, shuffling steps. Dumping her bag on her bed she sprinted to the ladies, but was peeing again before she finally yanked down her trousers and sodden panties as she slammed the cubicle door shut. At last she sank onto the loo she'd needed for SO long. She was crying but happy at the same time. That pee was the best she could ever remember but what really put the smile on her face was her triumphant victory over the Sargent. Never again would he look down on her on that parade ground. From here on in army life was going to be a breeze!
  4. I am going to continue my recent spate of publishing stories I have saved over the years and reworked. This was a real favourite and again, I am pretty sure it was originally posted on Experience Project. I have weaved some of my desperation magic over it, but this isnlt far off the original, that was posted as an experience, and I absolutely love it! I set my alarm for 7am to give me time to get ready as I was popping into work to finish up some paperwork but needed to be back for lunch with the family at 2pm. For some unknown reason my alarm decided not to go off so I woke at almost 8am in a panic, I leapt out of bed, quickly showered, pulled on my bra and knickers, tights and a tight pencil skirt and white blouse. I was meeting my boss at work briefly so opted for high heels instead of my daily work wear flats. As I pulled on my coat and grabbed my car keys I realised my bladder was full and I had neglected my morning pee, but work was only 40 mins away, maybe even less with the quiet Sunday roads so I opted to wait until I arrived instead of making myself even later. I grabbed my tablets and a bottle of water, throwing my tablets down my neck and swallowing down the whole litre bottle of water, wow I was thirsty! I rushed out to the car and jumped in, taking out my phone to quickly ring my boss to inform him I was on my way. I placed my key in the ignition and the car spluttered and coughed, I tried again and again but to no avail... It just would not start! What a superb day I was having! I left the car and decided to catch the bus to the train station; I waited almost 15 minutes for the bus, forgetting it was Sunday so everything was limited service. I needed to pee and was already regretting not spending 5 minutes relieving myself before leaving the house, I was also regretting the high heels as my feet were already sore from standing up. Eventually the bus arrived and I took a seat for the 15 minute journey to the train station. I was right and there was very little traffic so it took no time at all to arrive at the train station, I ran off the bus and into the ticket office, only to find that there was nobody there, so I rushed down to the platform. The ticket machine there was not working either, so I decided to buy my ticket on the train instead. There was only one bench at the station and someone had been sick all over it so I stood up. This was the curse of Sunday morning travel I suppose! I paced up and down the platform trying to keep warm and take my mind off my need to pee. I was starting to feel a bit bursting now, but knew as soon as I went upstairs to use the toilet the train would inevitably arrive. Half an hour passed and still no train, I was cold, desperate to pee and my feet hurt, I decided that it would be nice to sit down even for a minute on the loo and relieve my bursting bladder. I walked back up the long ramp to the ticket office and approached the toilet, it was locked “Please obtain keys from ticket booth” read the sign on the door... It was closed, the station appeared abandoned! I looked around, bobbing up and down as I did, trying to find some relief from my now aching bladder. As I searched for a member of staff I noticed a sign lying flat on the floor in front of an empty easel, I picked it up and re-instated it. “Due to repairs no trains will be running today, a railway replacement bus is available every hour on the hour from the front of the station” I growled in frustration and exited, glancing at my watch as I did so, 20 minutes more to wait. I decided to walk to the bus stop to see when the next bus to town was, I had just missed one so had half an hour to wait, and I decided the railway replacement bus was a better solution so walked the 5 minutes back to the station. I hadn’t planned on so much walking in my heels and my feet were extremely sore, I slipped my shoes off one by one and placed my feet on the cold flagstones, it was bliss for my aching toes but agony on my bladder, which spasmed as the cold moved through my body. I slipped my shoes back on and winced, positioning myself behind a wall to hide from the icy cold wind, I found I was not overlooked so tried to place my hand into my crotch to give myself some very much needed relief from my now aching lips, to my dismay my skirt was too tight so I couldn’t get near it without hiking up my skirt, which I could not do in broad daylight for fear of being discovered. Eventually the coach turned up, about 5 minutes late but still, it was here and best of all it was a coach meaning it would no doubt have a toilet on board. The doors opened and a wave of heat hit me, I hobbled up the steps keen to take the weight off my feet, I smiled at the driver and turned to face the coach... It was packed! I found a seat next to a very smart looking man, I longed to run straight to the back and throw myself down onto the toilet bowl but didn’t want everyone to know how desperate I was so decided to sit for a while then make a casual stroll there after ten minutes or so. I tried hard to sit still but I was desperate for a wee, so I couldn’t help fidgeting. I bobbed my leg up and down uncontrollably and decided that I couldn’t wait much longer. I was still trying to exude a calm exterior, so decided I’d wait until the next station then get up to pee. “I bet you’re freezing” came a voice next to me, “I’m sorry?” I blurted startled, “I can feel you shivering against my leg, would you like to swap seats the heater is burning my ankle here” I was confused, I didn’t think I was shivering, then I realised, the bobbing of my leg must have felt like shivering to him. I smiled and thanked him; my feet were absolutely frozen so I decided to take him up on his offer. I stood up and let him out before sliding back into his warm seat, I slipped off my shoes and placed my feet in front of the heater, bliss! I wriggled my toes and breathed a sigh of relief as the feeling returned to them, once they were nicely warmed I realised my error... Now that I was sat by the window I had no choice but to wait until my companion got off before using the bathroom, as I couldn’t possibly disturb him again. The waistband of my tight skirt was digging into my bulging bladder, I tried to pull it away but couldn’t even get my thumb down into the top of it so opted to suffer, and suffer I was! I looked at my watch, 10:15am; my God I was so late... I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my boss saying I would meet him tomorrow instead as I was running extremely late, he quickly replied that this was ok. I was soon boiling hot, I shuffled around trying to remove my coat in my limited space without disturbing the person next to me. I managed it but had jolted my bladder in the process and was bursting for the loo now, I contemplated asking my neighbour to excuse me but decided against it, another 5 minutes passed though and I thought I was on the verge of wetting myself, it was either ask him or soak him when the floodgates burst, I opted for the former... “Excuse me, could I get past you to use the toilet please?” I asked, turning towards him desperate to get out, “I would say yes, but I fear it would be a waste of time, there’s no toilet on this coach” he replied “A woman asked the driver earlier if there was one and he replied that there was not, she is sat at the front there” he pointed at a blonde haired lady a few seats in front of us, “I could ask the driver to stop at a petrol station or similar if you like, I’m sure she would be glad of the option of relief?”. I took a moment to consider. “Oh no, I’m not that desperate” I lied, “That poor lady must have been in order to ask the driver, I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped already if he knows she needs the toilet”, “Well yes, that was over 45 minutes ago she must be ready to explode as she appeared desperate when she asked, crossing her legs and holding on to the seat”, I was concerned by part of his sentence, “How long have you been on this coach then?” I enquired, “The entire train line is normally only just over an hour from start to finish and we’re miles from our destination” I continued. “Well this coach is replacing 3 different trains, which is why it is so packed, so we’re stopping at all stations from all three routes, I’m going a few stops from the end and the driver said it would take almost three hours as we have so many stops and are crossing most of the county”. I tried not to panic, “Oh, how long have you been on here then?” I repeated, keen to be able to work out how much longer I would be captive on the coach and crucially how much longer I would have to try and hold in my pee. As I awaited his answer I glanced out of the window and realised I had no idea where we were. “Erm, let me see...” he looked at his watch “I’ve been on here for about an hour and a half, no almost 2 hours, so there’s about an hour to go to my destination... Traffic permitting” he laughed. “Where are you going to?”, “I’m going to the end” I sighed, “Better make myself comfortable”. He laughed, “Well I guess that’ll be about another 15 minutes to half an hour after I get off, the next stop is a main junction so I think a lot of people will get off, I’ll leave you alone and find a seat of my own when one comes available!” I thanked him and went back to staring out of the window, my bladder was throbbing, by now I was so full it was beginning to hurt, I didn’t think I could hold it for another hour or more but knew I had no choice but to try, I had no idea where I was so there was no use getting off to search for a loo. I rubbed my hand over my tummy, my bladder had swollen and was filling my skirt, being compressed by the fabric and with my waistband digging deep into the top of my bladder all the liquid was being pushed downwards, I tried to push my skirt down discreetly but it was so tight there was no way. I was beyond uncomfortable and kept squeezing my lips tightly, it hurt with every squeeze but the few seconds afterwards as the pain subsided felt like utter bliss. I kept repeating this, as well as pressing my pee hole down into the seat to try and massage it... I was deep in thought, miles away, lost in my desperation when the bus hit a kerb and jolted hard many people gasped with the shock; it woke some people up... I gasped as I felt a huge spurt of pee escape. I instantly sat bolt upright and clamped my thighs together, clenched my bum cheeks and squeezed with all my might, I could still feel pee leaking out; dribbling through my tightly clamped muscles, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, breathing slowly and as deeply as I could manage trying to regain control, I rubbed my warm hand over my spasming bladder gently trying to calm it... “Mmmm” I felt a groan escape as I fought to stop the dribble becoming a full scale flood. “Are you ok, do you need me to ask the driver to stop for you?” the man next to me asked, I opened my eyes somewhat startled by his question, I tried to look relaxed before replying “Oh... Erm, no, no, honestly it’s fine I was just startled” I laughed nervously and continued to rub my bladder, I was back in control but it was hurting now. The coach stopped and sure enough most people got up and got off, a couple of people got on but the coach was almost empty, the blonde lady was still sat a couple of seats in front of us. “Do you still need the toilet? Sorry, stupid question of course you do” his voice penetrated my thoughts once again, “There’s a toilet in the petrol station across the road I could ask the driver if he would mind waiting?” Before I had chance to reply the blond lady turned around “Would you mind? I’m not sure I can hold on much longer I don’t know about you?” she turned her attention to me, “I’m okay” I lied again “But I’d be more comfortable if I could use the loo”. Secretly I was DESPERATE, and hoped he asked the driver to wait as I was full to the brim and about to burst, thankfully he was a gentleman and so got up and made his way to the front, leaning in to the driver he talked quietly to him, they both glanced back at me and the blonde lady but to my dismay the driver shook his head and pointed to his watch. The coach started moving again and he walked back toward us, taking up a seat across the aisle from me, “I’m sorry ladies he’s running very behind so can’t stop, he said we’ll be at our destination in around half an hour”, “I can’t hold it that long, I really can’t” the blonde lady whimpered, “How about you?” she gestured toward me. “Oh I should be ok for half an hour” I lied again, she turned back around and I tried to get comfortable, I looked across at the gent who had been sat next to me, he was staring out of the window, I unbuttoned my waistband, it helped slightly but not enough, I unzipped the zip beneath it and rubbed at my bladder through my tights and knickers without the thick skirt fabric covering it... I pulled my coat over me and slid my hand down into my crotch, rubbing at my pee hole with my finger, pressing on it as I relaxed my aching muscles. It felt good, but not quite as good as it could, I slid my hand down inside my tights and rubbed myself over my knickers, I relaxed just enough to relieve my muscles. As I massaged I pulled up the bottom of my skirt with my free hand so my legs were free to move, all the time covered by my coat, I pulled my legs up onto the free seat next to me and placed my hand deep in my crotch to hold back the flood, I placed my head on the window and made myself as comfortable as possible. My bladder ached and throbbed, trying hard to push out the oceans of pee contained within it, I had worked out that the last time I relieved myself was after work at 6pm the previous day, it was now quarter past 11 in the morning, so I was holding over 17 hours worth of pee inside my bulging bladder. And what a bulge it was, protruding painfully out of my abdomen it was almost too sore to touch, it was rock hard and heavy, and began to cramp, I rubbed my hand over it very gently trying to soothe the pain and ease the cramping. I was desperate for a pee and bounced my leg up and down, shuffling my bottom as I did. I watched the blonde lady, I could see her head bouncing up and down and could tell she was wiggling furiously in her seat; she would lose it soon I was sure. The bus jolted again and I felt another spurt escape, I gasped and felt something catch in my throat, I began to cough and felt myself wetting again. I clamped everything shut and coughed... The man who had been sitting next to me passed me a bottle of water, I drank from it but continued to cough so drank more and more, finally I stopped coughing and gulped down the remaining water without thinking, another half litre bottle, my throat was so sore and dry. My stomach was sloshing around when I nestled back into my seat and pulled my coat over me, my bladder was hurting from the increased pressure of my full stomach pressing down onto it. I pulled up my coat to cover my shoulder and placed my head on the window again, we were stopped at a station and more people got off, we seemed to sit there for an age and I felt my eyelids becoming heavy despite my desperate state, with my hand in my crotch I was deeply uncomfortable but was unlikely to lose it... I woke with a jolt as I was thrown forward on my seat, the driver sounded his horn, I was crippled with pain from my bursting bladder, and I gasped and groaned as I felt myself losing control. I sat up, remembering that I was virtually naked on my bottom half I pulled my coat over me I was peeing hard for about 3 or 4 seconds before I regained control. I could barely breathe, my stomach was no longer sloshing and my bladder was so full it was utter agony; I folded my arms over my stomach and bent forward, sobbing in pain. I was SO desperate for a wee and could think of nothing else, I placed my hand down my tights and rubbed at my pee hole as another spurt escaped, I was bursting and so desperate to let go. I hardly cared who saw as I bounced up and down, fanning my legs open and closed, I placed my other hand into my crotch but felt pee escaping through my fingers, I moved forward on the seat, using the front of the seat to press my pee hole! I could feel the seat was sodden beneath my bottom, but despite leaking so much I still felt desperate and very full. I looked around and was startled to find I was the only person on the coach, I pulled my skirt down and zipped it up as far as I could manage, straightening my skirt as I did so. I stood up and moved forward a seat, looking back at the large wet patch as I did so. It hurt to stand up; my bladder pushed down and caused me pain as the full weight of it succumbed to gravity. I stood for a few seconds though, crossing my legs and regaining full control of my bladder, when I felt better I sat back down again, remembering I had left my shoes in the seat behind, I stood up and went back to get them, being swayed from side to side with the motion of the coach as I did... It was 11:30am as I sat back down and I noticed we were finally close to my destination, I was thankful. I pulled my skirt up again and crossed my legs, pressing my hand into my crotch again as I did... It compressed my bladder to have my legs crossed so I uncrossed them, leaning forward in agony as my bladder cramped and pushed out another squirt. I was unbearably full and desperate to let go, my head hurt and I was tired and dizzy... I couldn’t sit still and could think of nothing other than releasing my very much needed pee into the toilet at the station. It was then that I heard a whimper... The sound of a woman sobbing and groaning, I looked around me then noticed a blonde ponytail hanging over the edge of the seat in front, I poked my head around and there was the blonde lady lying down on the seat, legs crossed tightly, her hand was passed beneath her bum and was pressing on her crotch from behind, I thought this was strange but perhaps in her position it helped more, she was rolling around in agony, twisting her bare feet around one another and curling her toes, I couldn’t see how swollen her tummy was as she too was beneath her coat but she was clearly completely desperate and about to lose it at any second, I doubted I had ever seen anyone so close to the edge. She let out a long groan as she buried her face in the seat... “Oooohhhhhh, Ahhhh, Oh God” she moaned, I moved to the seat opposite her and tapped her head. She glanced at me and immediately sat up looking embarrassed, “Oh” she gasped “I thought everyone had got off, sorry” she panted as she stopped pressing on her crotch and instead placed her hands under her knees and rocked back and forth looking at me leaning forward. I was sat perched on the edge of my seat, hand down the front of my skirt holding my pee hole with a pained expression on my face. Simply desperate to release as I rocked back and forth fanning my legs and rubbing my pee hole with my hand, pressing down to press my hand into the seat to apply more pressure! When she saw me she said “I can’t hold it any longer, I’m surprised I’ve managed this long with the baby lying on top of my bladder squashing it”, “Oh wow I hadn’t realised you were pregnant” I gasped through gritted teeth “Oohh, how far along are you?” I added, moaning in pain as an urge hit me. “9 months, I’m on my way to my parents house as I’m due to give birth in a few days and my husband is away, oh I’m wetting myself how embarrassing” she replied, she leant forward once again placing her hand beneath her bum, now I looked it was obvious that she was pregnant her bump was huge which explained why she was having to press her pee hole from behind. “I wish I could put my hand between my legs like you are but my bump’s just too huge, Oh I can’t hold it in it’s coming out I’m so sorry I can’t believe I’m wetting myself with just minutes to go after all these hours” “Sit on your heel” I ordered, “Curl your foot up beneath you and use your heel to press your wee hole shut” she looked at me but without hesitation did as I asked, adjusting herself and moaning in pain as she did so, she shook her head “It’s not working I can feel it about to come out” she panicked, “Ohhh, oh, Oh God, Oh that’s better, Oh it hurts but it’s better, at least I’m not wetting myself” she added as she visibly relaxed after getting her foot in the right position, “I need to go so bad I’m not even going to make it into the station” she said as she used both hands which were now free to pull her trousers away from her belly, “Ooh that helps too” she said rubbing her tummy, she pointed to her belly as she bit her lip, closer her eyes and winced in agony, a lone tear ran down her cheek as she continued to point and rub, I looked where she was pointing to see her belly moving and writhing around as the baby inside moved, she opened her eyes and shook her head as she looked at me. He’s not happy he’s got no room in there she panted as she held her tummy and rubbed it slowly, carefully breathing in and out in agony as she tried to remain in control. “I need to go, it’s not fair on him, I’ve been holding it in since about 8am... and it’s so painful, how are you doing?” she asked. “Much better than you, at least I haven’t got a baby pressing down!” I replied, arching my back and pressing my pee hole down into the seat as I wiggled my bum to hold on. She was leant forward cradling her tummy moaning and panting in pain, “I can’t tell whether I’m having a contraction or I just need a wee THAT bad that it’s hurting” she cried, looking at me with pleading eyes, “I’ve got to go seriously”. With that the coach came to a stop, I looked up to find we were at the end of our journey, I pushed my feet back into my shoes and stood up. My skirt almost fell to the floor as I remembered it was undone; I pulled it up and zipped it up half way. I grabbed the blonde lady by the arm and helped her to her feet, “Oh God” she cried and sat back down panting and groaning in pain. I waited until she felt better and helped her up again, holding her shoes in my other hand I helped her off the coach, she stopped and held onto the side of the coach with her legs crossed, the driver had parked against a wall meaning we were between the coach and a brick wall, he got off, closed the door and walked into the station leaving me with the lady. I was bursting for a wee, and desperate to run away and leave her but just couldn’t, she was unable to move and was in agony so I stayed with her. "Come on darling" I said, desperately, "we'll make it together, oh god, oooooooooh, ssssssss, oh, It hurts, oh god it hurts, i need a wee, I've held on for so long, please try and hurry" But she couldn't, as I turned around she was a picture of pure desperation, she was shaking like she was having a seizure, her hand frantically desperately working at her waistband. "Oh no" she wailed out loud, "oh no, I'm sorry" As I watched a heard an audible hiss from between her legs and saw a wet patch start to appear, then to my astonishment she pulled her trousers and knickers down and squatted down, a huge splash of pee hit the floor followed by a long stream of pee, she visibly relaxed once again and let out sounds of relief, I stood, legs tightly crossed and knee pulled up to try and hold back my own flood as I watched hers splash out of her. She had peed for about 30 or 40 seconds in sheer bliss, before opening her eyes and ;looking at me. “Oh that’s so much better, I couldn’t have held it any longer I’m so sorry” she said, scanning me, bent forward and bursting for a pee, steadying myself on the coach, “You should do the same” she added. "OK, I said, frantically working my pussy, trying to edge down my skirt, her flood had increased my own desperation, and I really couldn't hold on. "Will you please stand guard for me when you've finished, I've never done this before, but I don't think i could hold it till I got inside, oh god, I've never been this desperate for a wee in my entire life!" Relief was so close, and it was going to feel soooo good, "Oh god, please try to hurry" I moaned at her, still gushing at full force onto the bus station floor, "I can't wait any more." With that I started to try and pull down my tight skirt and knickers in one movement. They edged away from my bum, and bunched around my thighs as I started to drop into a squat. I was about to explode with an almighty torrent, when at that exact moment, a security man appeared from behind the bus, "What the hell he exclaimed, as I frantically shot back up to my feet, trying to cover my frantic pussy, as a quick squirt of wee escaped." The pregnant woman didn't even budge, her gusher tailing off into a much steadier stream. "I'm sorry" she said looking him in the eye, there was absolutely no way I could wait another second, it was a true emergency" the lake of pee she was squatting in the middle of confirmed her story, she must have been frantic, as her pee finally slowed to a trickle. She calmly stood up and pulled up her knickers saying "I'm 8 and half months pregnant, and that was a ridiculously long bus ride with no toilet facilities, I could sue you know, god it feels better now" "Sorry love", said the man, "I didn't realise you were pregnant, are you OK, you must have been bursting?" as he spoke I had both hand clenched into my naked pussy as another spurt of red hot frantic wee worked its way past my tightly clenched muscles. "OH fuck" I exclaimed, "Look, I'm really sorry, but its kinda an emergency for me too, I'm absolutely mortified to do this, but I''m gonna have to pop a squat here too" I let go of my desperate pussy and started to drop onto my haunches when he bellowed, "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING YOUNG LADY, cover yourself at once" "Oh but please", I whimpered, so so desperate for relief I was willing to do absolutely anything, "please just turn a blind eye to it." "Certainly not" he retorted, it is a criminal offence, I've already seen too much, now cover yourself up at once, there is no chance I will be turning a blind eye, I will have you arrested if another drop of pee ends up on this forecourt, now hurry off and use the station lavs!" I pulled my skirts and knickers back up, checked that she was ok, and resigned myself to making it. that bastard would not win. I stood squirming for a second, I felt in some sort of control, and then I waddled off into the station, 11:45am... I had been holding my pee in for almost 18 hours and had been desperate for about 4 hours, I had peed loads into the bus seat but was still bursting at the seams and in agony, barely able to walk. I waddled slowly into the station, following the signs for the toilets. I approached the ticket barriers and a wall of inspectors, I began to search my bag before realising I never bought a ticket so was unable to get to the loos, I approached the ticket machine and punched in any destination, £2.30, I searched my purse but had no change whatsoever... I shoved my card into the machine and stood bouncing, dancing a furious pee dance as I waited for it to authorise. I rushed over to the ticket barrier doubled over in pain and desperation, I showed the man the ticket, “You want the barriers over the other side luv” he replied “No I just want the loo” I exclaimed, dancing in front of him “Well there’s loos over there too, just past the ticket windows and around the other side luv” I groaned as I tried to walk there, stopping every few steps to clench everything and hold in the flood, I was about to lose it but couldn’t move any faster, every step jolted my bursting bladder, so full now that I couldn’t touch it, even rubbing it hurt now, the skin was so highly sensitive and stretched, someone asked me for directions, I hurriedly blurted out the information that they wanted and wondered why they had asked me out of everyone! I was standing holding on to a pillar, legs firmly crossed and tense, everything clenched, I doubted I would make it any further, but then the pain subsided and I made a break for it. I reached the ticket barrier and showed my ticket, asking where the loos were at the same time, I headed straight for them and went to go through the turnstile, 11:55pm... OUCH! The turnstile wouldn’t move and crushed my bladder as I banged into it, I watched the woman next to me drop a coin into the turnstile and walk through, I had NO change whatsoever! I moved away and searched my handbag before going back to the barrier, “Please, I’m literally desperate for the toilet, can you let me in please” I begged, bouncing up and down, pee dancing, running on the spot and grabbing at my crotch, unable to get near it because of my tight skirt. I had left my shoes near the toilets to enable me to move faster so was dancing around in my tights, “I’m sorry you need to pay to get in there” “I know but I have no change, please it’s an emergency I’m going to wet myself” I begged again, he wasn’t about to let me in... I pushed past him and toward the cash point machines, pulling out my card as I approached, there was one person in front of me so I danced and hopped around whilst waiting, eventually they moved, I stood waiting for it to register my card, this took forever, then tapped in my PIN, which was incorrect, and again, INCORRECT, I tried to concentrate but was so desperate my brain was floating in pee I was sure of it, I selected cash and typed in £10. THIS MACHINE ONLY DISPENSES £20 NOTES came the message on screen, “For God’s sake” I yelled as I clenched everything in my power, holding my tummy still as I swayed from side to side trying not to wet myself, everyone was looking. PROCESSING... the screen said. I was about to explode by the time my £20 came out, now I just needed change, I spotted a newsagents so rushed in, picked up a bottle of water and went to pay, once again a Queue! I waited for the 4 people in front of me to pay, all the time bending over, doubling up, crossing and uncrossing my legs, dancing a pee dance and groaning in pain, my bladder was at bursting point and I could feel the pee right at my hole. I was about to wee myself, I eventually paid for my bottle of water and rushed back toward the toilets, rifling through my change as I arrived back at the ticket barrier, I flashed my ticket and rushed back to the toilets, studying the turnstile as I did. “Insert 50p coin to enter” I read out loud. I looked at my change, to my horror I had no 50p coin, just lots of 20p’s... I was about to burst into tears when a woman approached, “Excuse me do you have a 50p coin I can swap for change?” I enquired, I tried to stand still as she looked through her purse, and I noticed that she was crossing her legs as she looked, clearly desperate herself but I doubted she was topping my desperation level! I tapped my foot and crossed my legs as I stood there, desperately trying to hold on the last few moments but with relief so close it was increasingly difficult, it hurt to hold back and I doubled over as she continued to search, she stared at me, as In started a full blown pee dance infront of her. “I’m sorry I’m so desperate” I explained, she was about to give me the 50p when I added “I think it’s wrong that you have to pay to get into the loos anyway!” “Oh do you?” she asked, producing the magical 50 p which would finally allow me to pee!!" “Yes, and it must be a 50p coin, I’ve been holding this is for about 4 hours the last thing I needed was to be tantalisingly close but priced out, I had a purse full of change too, ooooooh god I need to pee!” I laughed, wincing and grabbing my tummy in pain as it jolted painfully with my giggle. “Oh well, I’m so sorry" she said, her face changing "but in that case I need this coin, I’m desperate too, I’m so sorry I hope you find one, maybe the Information desk would give you one” and with that she placed her coin in and entered the toilets. I tried to follow her but the turnstile locked and wouldn’t let me. I rushed over to the Information desk and begged for them to change my coins into a 50p piece, they opened the till and began to sort through coins, I tried to hold on but was so close to losing control now, I crossed my legs, bent forward and put my head on the desk, it took them forever, I had given them a £1 coin and they handed me back 5 20p pieces, I was in shock as I looked at them, “I need a 50p piece for the loos” I screamed, “Oh OK I’ll run and get you one -from the ticket office” the lady replied. I groaned and squatted down in front of the desk in agony, I was about to burst, “Aahhhh” I moaned, pushing my hand down the front of my skirt again I rubbed my pee hole as pee rushed right to the opening, I was about to wet myself when a chirpy voice said “Oh where’ve you gone, here’s your 50p” I grabbed it off her and tried to stand, thanking her as I did. I steadied myself on the counter before slowly and gingerly wondering over to the turnstiles again, I was exhausted, in agony and slightly delirious with the pain and sheer fullness. I rubbed my bladder and felt how rock hard it was, solid and ready to pop it was agony to touch and burning hot, it ached, just like my lips and thighs which were quivering with the effort of holding back so much for so long. I couldn’t wait to let go, I dropped my 50p into the turnstile and walked forward, the cold metal pressed on my swollen tummy as I did, it was almost too much to bear, I felt pee rush downwards and a wave of agony almost took my legs from under me... I held on to the walls as I walked into the huge white bathroom, it looked like heaven, a row of pure white stalls ahead of me. I groaned in desperation as I touched the first one and it was locked, pee began to leak from me and I pulled up my skirt over my hips and placed my hand into my crotch, the second, third, fourth and fifth stalls were locked too, excruciating sounds of frantic pee streams and moans of relief were all I could hear from within. I began to pee, it was pouring down my legs and I was panicking, I ran forward door after door was locked closed, the last cubicle opened and I ran toward it, pee streaming down my legs, I tore down my tights and knickers as I went not caring who saw me, I threw the door open, ran in, banged the lock across and threw myself down onto the seat... Wee burst out of me with startling force, I bent forward and doubled over, rubbing my tummy as my bladder relaxed, it was so painful I thought I would pass out, eventually the pain began to subside to a dull ache and I started to feel better, I was so glad to finally be empty that I began to cry. I sat back onto the toilet and panted, glad to be able to breathe again. I sat there for a few minutes before wiping myself and removing my soaking tights and knickers and putting them into the sanitary bin. I stood up and zipped up my skirt, slipping my feet back into my shoes I left the cubicle and headed for the sink to wash my hands. My bladder was painful and jolted as I walked, I placed my hands under the tap and became aware that I was subconsciously crossing my legs, surely this wasn’t possible... I dried my hands and went to walk out but sure enough I needed the loo again. I entered another cubicle and before I could unzip my skirt I felt as though I was about to wet myself, I sat down and pee poured from me once again, a good 30 seconds later I was still going strong! I decided not to bother with work so got a taxi outside the station, it was around a 40 minute journey via taxi to home so I relaxed and made myself comfortable, sure enough just ten minutes in I was uncomfortably full again and by the time we were ten mins from home I was holding myself under my coat and bouncing around in the back of the taxi. We hit traffic and I was frantic in desperation, I asked the driver if we could stop but he ignored me, I tried to hold on until I got home but it was unbearable, I was so full! I held on pretty well and paid the driver, he parked and let me out, I couldn’t move and was frozen to the spot in desperation, I waited until he was out of sight and fumbled in my bag and pockets for my keys, I rifled in my coat pocket and what should I find... a 50p piece! I could have relieved myself much sooner at the station without the going back and forth, saving myself some pain! I was struggling to find my keys so headed for the wall to empty my bag out, as I began to do so I heard a splash and felt my legs get wet, I was wetting myself! I couldn’t stop it so opened my legs as best as I could and let it out, pushing a little to gain relief quicker. Needless to say I was far too exhausted for dinner with the family so merely got my pyjamas on and went for a nap, waking up to a bursting bladder every half hour or so!
  5. I haven't peed in around two hours, and I've had 750 ml of water. Currently, my desire to urinate is 4/10. I don't actively " have to pee" unless I move a certain way or think about it. That being said, I would definitely pee if I weren't holding, and were going out somewhere. My goal is to get desperate, then go somewhere I'm not allowed to pee.
  6. This is my second attempt at a pov audio wetting using text-to-speech. This one takes place on an airplane with you seated next to a friendly stranger. As before, there's two versions, one from a man's viewpoint and the other from a woman's. Though, it's very minimal differences. Please feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions. I can't guarantee that I'll incorporate it moving forward, but I'm always open to new ideas. Airplane Accident - Female.mp3 Airplane Accident - Male.mp3
  7. Once i did meet a friend with his girl friend in a shopping mall. This girl was really pretty, I have never seen her before. Very slim, short skirt and slender, nude legs. I love girls desperate to pee and my trained eyes told me,that this girl was needing to wee. Whenever we looked at a window, she was standing with her slim legs tight crossed. “ Could it be that your girl is needing to wee“ I asked my friend. “Sure, pretty bad i think „ he answered. “And why doesn’t she go?“ I wanted to know. “I don’t let her, sometimes I love it to make her hold. I did not let her take her morning pee today. She did not wee since yesterday evening. I think she is pretty full and is needing to go really bad by now „ he answered. I was hard at the moment! “How much longer do you make her hold? How much longer can she endure this?“ I wanted to know. “She is really good in holding, she is good trained, she can hold it really long if she has to.Her bladder and her sphincter are strong enough to hold it until we get home at evening. Then she gets fucked and then i let her piss in a bucked, to see how much she was able to hold „ he told me. We went to a coffee shop, the girl was sitting with her beautiful legs crossed and her nude thighs pressed together. I could only think on her bladder and how much hot wee she was holding in her slim belly. I did think about how much longer she had to hold it and to imagine that she would get fucked with her bladder that full made me total horny. My best shopping trip ever!
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