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  1. nappyboy97

    malefemale Fiction: Bentley Wets

    Bentley was 16, he was a good looking boy with many friends and is regarded as the cool kid at school. He is in Year 11 at school but has a lot of respect from other year groups. They had drank lots of pepsi and other drinks so Bentley was quite desperate to pee Desite this he didn't say anything as it wouldn't be cool to not be able to hold his bladder and he though he'd wait to see if anyone else needed to go At the park there was a big swing which when pushed hard enough could go quite fast in lots of directions. Messing around in the kind of mature/ immature way that people of that age do, Bentley was dared to go on it. The others swung him really fast and his need for the toilet became intense. When he finished it was clear by the small dark patch on his beige top man shorts that he had squirted a couple of times. He told people he had spilt his drink in the swing and they believed him (obviously the hot boy wasn't going to wet himself) but they made jokes all the same. They were all sat down talking when the intense urge hit him again, he realised he had to go and told the others he was going for a wee, but when he stood up the dam burst. Pee poured down his legs soaking his shorts and socks. He had judt wet himself.The others laughed at him and Bentley ran home. Luckily no one was in, so he stripped off and had a shower dumping his shorts at the bottom of the dirty linning bin. That night he saw the facebook status's about it instantly gutting him. He went to bed hoping that the fiasco would be forgotten. The next morning Bentley woke up quite late, with it being the summer holidays. Despite it being warm outside and the hot sun was shining through his window, Bentley woke up cold and... damp. It took him a few moments to realise what had happend but when he did he was shocked. Shit, he exclaimed scared over what had happened. He again got a shower and got changed then he stripped his bed sheets and washed them. As he thought the fuss over the previous day had died down and apart from the banter, he was fine. He stayed dry until school started agin. It was the first day back and no one could even remember about him wetting himself. But as the day went he needed the toilet again. It was 15 minutes until lunch and he was dying. He asked to go to the toilet but was denied instantly. When the lesson ended, bentley could feel the wet patch on his boxers from where he had dribbled, but luckily his black school trousers hid this. He ran tho the toilet but it was too late by the time he reached the cubicle he was soacked again. He ran home, to get changed but his mum was there. It was game over and Bentley explained what had happened. Hismum was sympathetic but warned if it happened again he would be put in nappies. He thought about that in bed that night and hoped it wouldn't happen again. The next morning though, he woke to the familiar wet sheets. He trudged to tell his parents. When he arrived home from school his pants were again slightley wet form where he had dribbled. Her an into the house and made it on time pleased he had made it. But when he got into his rrom he found several packets of nappies. His mum informed him that he had tena pants which he would wear day and night until his wetting stops.He realised that the cool kid was no longer cool. he was a baby... Below Bentley's wet shorts Image Set
  2. Hey y'all, I first want to say a quick salutations! This is my first thread I have started here and will be sure it's not my last! I have been a wetting enthusiast since my early teens and am thrilled to find such a supportive and lively forum that offers a wealth of videos and pictures a well. Wetting is my primary love in this genre of "interest" that we all share here. Thus, I want to introduce myself with some fun that I am about to have! With about an hour and a half of sunlight left, I am about to bike down to some public gardens near my university's campus to do some reading. What's different about this little visit though is that I am currently very desperate and can't imagine what it will be like in say 30 minutes. I am going to wear some light-grey skinny jeans (not very inconspicuous I know) and well, see what happens :) I'll post the (potentially embarrassing) results tonight maybe with an accompanying picture of the damage ;) Til then!
  3. SciFiGirl

    female Hoge Nood

    A fake wetting I found a long time ago so long ago before I even know about this site was looking at some of my add favorites on YouTube and was like I'll post it for the fun of it! I guess it was someone's school project or something like that enjoy! P.S You like my new name it was "pantybedwetter" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrUvuZWk72U&list=FLCDq0W79zxsobunCjp1glmA
  4. Hi all! For your previous experiencies, which beverages, techniques, methods, activities, etc. have a definitive effect on your bladder and gave you no chance to reach the bathroom in time. You know, to drink water always fill your bladder, makes it feel full but sometimes doesn't cause that effect when you feel that if you move you will pee your pants no matter how much you try to avoid it. I dont know if I explained myself :)
  5. hi to everybody, my name is marco, from italy, 33 years old, I'm here just to chat, and trying to find someone who is like-minded about this particular topic... pee and pee desperation what I most like is to see and to know that a girl, possibly a nice girl, is desperate to pee, I like to see how she's trying to hold the pee in and how bad she gets desperate each minute lasts... unfortunatly I've never met a real girl who like the pee play... and for age I was thinking that I was the only one with this kind of fetish... I hope to find someone to chat to... thanks
  6. reverendyakov

    malefemale First Wetting

    So I just signed up here finally after having admired the sexuality and beauty of embracing my desperation and, in general, urination interests. Well I have a girlfriend now that is into exploring as I am. We've done stuff that is inappropriate to this website for posting...however just recently for the first time we roleplayed a situation in which I was "being blocked by her" to using the toilet. She then proceeded to tickle me until I couldn't focus on holding it any more and I wet myself. It was... WET. I can't describe it any more articulately than that. Both legs had warm, thick streams of pee running down either side. It was a very arousing to me, and she seemed to get some type of satisfaction from the embarassment from it. She is most certainly going to repay, of course. :) I'm looking forward to being more active here...any similar stories feel free to share!
  7. OKAY! First off, I want to apologize for not updating for awhile. Yes, I'm okay, and yes, I've had a LITTLE wetting fun without you guys. But I've just been super busy, and basically being a hormonal woman. You guys didn't need to see that LOL. SO with that said, I took a little break. To be honest, I have some news for those of you who care. It's a little disappointing but I have insecurities too y'know. I'm only human! Cutting to the chase, I'm pregnant. I have a tiny little human growing inside me and it's driving my hormones up and down, and basically all around. Hell and back. I may not post a lot of pictures of me anymore because one, I have stretch marks and two I'm gaining weight. I'm just getting insecure about my body and I want you guys to enjoy it without me being a Debbie downer on myself. Sorry! However you guys make me feel wonderful when you compliment me, or say nice things about my stories! Maybe that will cheer me up! :) Enjoy the story! Warning! The following content contains things you may not enjoy such as diapers. But for me this was a learning experiment and I found it enjoyable! So if you don't enjoy diapers, that's okay, if you read on hopefully you can still enjoy my regression! - M `````````````````````````````````````````````` About two weeks ago I had a day off, meaning I was home alone for the entire day. Keep in mind,that I'm a nanny who lives with the family I work for so I rarely get "days off". During Christmas time I had was curious to feel how a diaper felt. Was it soft? Did it feel like regular underwear, but thicker? As it was nearing Christmas time there was a sale on Pampers at Wal-Mart. I only had enough for a small package, and during that time I fit into a L/XL Pampers. My interest piqued and I said "what the Hell", my adrenaline pumping as I purchased the items through self checkout. My mother was shopping with me, but we went our separate ways during the beginning of the trip. When I got to my sisters house she tried to take the double plastic bag in herself but I made it seem like it was a present for her, so I could carry it in. Months later, and a couple of weeks ago from now, I still hadn't peed in them. I admit I have tried them on just to check myself out in the mirror or masturbate with them on. What can I say? I felt naughty. ;) My day off came unexpected. This means I woke up at 11 a.m. to an empty house. I usually get up at 6-7 a.m.to start breakfast and tend to the kids. I saw a message on my phone saying that they wouldn't be back until 6 or 7 p.m. This was great news. I lounged around drinking water and lemonade, with a red Coke T-shirt on and white lacy panties. By the time it was 2:30 p.m. I felt past the point of desperation, but I held on. Then it hit me, a light bulb flashed above my head and I ran to my room. Or more like waddled with my hand in between my legs. Barely being able to reach down into my drawer where I kept the cute purple, pink, and white designed Pampers, I leaked. I knew my panties were damp but this bought me more time to keep the Pampers dry. I slipped the cute protection over my thighs and butt. I noticed my butt cheeks were peeking out of the Pampers but everything else was fine. My butt is too big, and getting bigger. Deciding I would work on some of my online classes for school, I sat at my desk and switched my laptop on. I was hardly focused with my bladder aching and my piss nearly streaming out. I forced myself to concentrate,It took my mind off it for about six minutes. When it was around ten minutes I noticed something odd. My urge to pee wasn't as bad as it was before. Gasping I guided my hand to the crotch of the Pampers. It was puffy and I noticed a small stream was flowing. I attempted to stop but it kept going. Giving up, I relaxed, my eyes focused on my laptop. However my mind was anything but focused on the work in front of me. A minute passed by of the warmth spreading over my crotch and my pee droplets running over my skin as the flow began to slow. The front of the Pamper were puffy and I felt like a little girl. The padding wouldn't soak up anymore liquid around the front, so when I moved slightly the liquid traveled over my ass and absorbed in the back. After this, I rushed up and looked at myself in the mirror. I definitely looked little, with my short brown hair in curly pig tails and a puffy diaper. Once I cleaned myself up, I had a little playtime with myself and now that I've experienced wetting in a Pamper, I can't wait to do it again!
  8. This girl want try to make her wetlook leggings wet and really have to pee and is desperating for it. Soon after desperation she can't hold the pee any longer and wets her tight shiny leatherlook leggings with really nice and loud hissing pee sound. Very large file but worth it to watch and because of the file size, I took several screenshots from the video. Enjoy! HQ Quality Very large file size. Desperate Wetting In Wetlook Leggings.wmv
  9. Hello, all, I am wanting to do amateur desperation and wetting videos, but I see a lot of thin chicks on here, and I'm about a size 16-18. If I make a video, would you watch? It would be a lot of desperation and jean or pants wetting.
  10. I've been working on an omorashi version of the Hunger Games for a while and I'd love your opinion on the story so far. Katy Evans sees the Desperation Games as her last chance to win some real money, a holding contest held live on air. But Katy has one advantage over the other women gathering next to her on stage as they all start to drink. She's been holding it in for pleasure for years and squirming desperation is just a part of Katy's life. But the Desperation Games are hosted by a man with a talent for teasing even the strongest contestants into letting go. Can Katy hold in her pee long enough to win the grand prize? Sit back and enjoy the wettest TV show you'll ever see! Chapter 1 - Signing Up For the Games"You don't need to do this." I looked down at him and sighed. "We've been over this. Where else are we going to get the money from?" "But the Desperation Games? Really?" "I'm not arguing with you. I have to get going. The show starts in an hour." I headed out of the door. "I love you," he shouted after me. "Make sure you come back to me." "Love you too," I called back before heading down the street towards the studios, passing advertising hoardings plastered with images of the Desperation Games. There was the girl from the farming district, winner of last year's show. She was beaming a huge grin and pointing at the dark stain on her pure white trousers, the trousers of the champion. Could I ever hope to do as well as her? There was the factory girl, wearing her denim dungarees and holding her hands between her thighs in that signature way of hers. All those stars, all rich beyond their wildest dreams because of one thing, their ability to hold in their pee for longer than anyone else. My feet were starting to hurt by the time I reached the studio. The place was packed with hopefuls and I joined the end of an enormous queue. By the time I made it through the door, I was beginning to need the bathroom but having practised holding it for weeks in preparation, I wasn't too worried yet. "Name?" a bored woman holding a clipboard asked as I finally reached the front of the queue. "Katy Evans." "Move along." The queue shuffled towards a bank of elevators and we were herded into them, crammed in so tightly I could barely breathe. Silently the doors closed and we set off, coming to a halt on the twelfth floor. More people with clipboards guarded the corridor and slowly we were sent through different doors to find out just what our fate was. "Name?" I was asked for the tenth time. "Katy Evans." "In here." A door swung open and I was ushered inside. "Welcome!" I was shocked to see the host of the Desperation Games standing there, grinning at me from an armchair. A bank of TV cameras facing me blinked into life. "Katy Evans, you are one of the lucky ones. We're trying out something new this year. No training, no rehearsals, just straight on with the show. Are you brave enough?" I managed to nod, hardly able to believe it had happened so quickly. "Well come and sit with me. After all, you're live on air right now!" I felt a shiver of fear run through me as I made my way to the spare armchair. I'd seen this set so many times at home, it felt surreal finally being here. On the table between us was a huge crystal jug of water. "You know who I am of course, don't you Katy?" "Erm, yes. You're Augustus Winters." He threw his head back and laughed. "That's right. And you're Katy Evans, two years out of university, unemployed and desperate to win some cash!" He beamed a huge grin at the camera before pouring me out a massive glass of water. I took it from him as he continued talking. "Get it down you Katy. The show starts in five minutes just next door." I drank the contents of the glass before he poured me out a second. Once the glass was empty he refilled it again. The third glass was harder to finish but at last I managed it. Feeling uncomfortably bloated I was helped through a door into an enormous wall of sound and light. The studio audience were all there, screaming and cheering as I walked on. The host seemed to have run ahead of me, waiting beside a line up of women, all squirming on the spot under the glare of the lights. "Well, here they all are," Augustus yelled. "What do you think of them all?" I looked to my right at my fellow contestants. They were a range of ages. The youngest looked barely out of college, then there were two or three around my age, one in her forties and two who looked 50 or 60 maybe. I knew then that maybe I did have a chance to win. Although the amount of water in my system was building, I didn't feel as if I was bursting just yet, unlike the others who looked as if they were about to wet themselves already. The youngest contestant had her hands between her legs, her face bright red. The older women looked decidedly uncomfortable too, although they were trying harder to hide it from the screaming audience. "Ladies and gentlemen," Augustus said, quietening down the huge crowd. "Welcome to the 17th annual Desperation Games!" Once the cheering had died down again, he continued. "Things are being shaken up this year. After the 'issues' last year, we're making sure nobody can cheat. So ladies, first things first. Strip off your clothes." We all looked at each other. This had come as a shock. I mean we were all here to be humiliated but was this a step too far? One of the contestants shook her head at that point and walked away, ignoring the jeers from the audience. The rest of us weren't going anywhere. We all needed the money. The girl next to me started first, pulling her tee shirt over her head and beginning to unhook her bra. I followed, embarrassed but not willing to lose my chance for the big money. Besides, I had a good looking body. I undid the buttons of my blouse, laying it down beside me before pulling my bra off. My breasts swung free and my nipples began to harden in the coolness of the air conditioning blasting out above us. I slid my skirt down with my panties and stepped out of them, leaving me in just my heels. I looked round me at the other women. We were quite a variety of shapes and sizes. Huge boobs and almost flat chests mingled, bushy pubic hair and totally shaved and everything in-between. The girl next to me had her hands between her bare legs again as Augustus needlessly explained the rules to the audience. It was pretty simple really. Whoever lasted the longest without wetting themselves would win the big prize. Sometimes the contest was over in less than an hour, other times it went on all day. The longest show had taken nearly two full days but that had been years ago. I knew I could last at least twelve hours between peeing but with my bladder this full, I didn't think I'd last anywhere near that long now. My only desire was to outlast the other contestants. "Time for the first game," Augustus said as he walked down the row of naked women before spinning to face the crowd. "Bring out the treadmills." Hope you liked chapter 1! Let me know what you think. Love Luna x
  11. Another short one, this one has a 16 year old in it, don't murder me please. "Are you okay sweety?" No, I was not Mom, I don't know if you realized but I have been without a toilet break since early this morning, it is now lunch time and I desperately need to go and it would be real nice if you made some way that I could use the toilet. "Uh Need Duh Pawtty." I remembered that my parents, like always were talking to my 4 year old sister, or half sister or whatever you call adopted sister Chichi. She was African and was just grasping English for the first time. We had adopted Chi half a year ago and was just starting to accept the weird faces when they see one black face around a bunch of white ones. We were the Tanners. There was my mother Myrtle, my father Alan, my actual sister Clara, my adopted sister Chi, and me Christina, I was 18. The Tanner's, to finally edge out the new member of our family were experiencing our first trip as a five. We were crammed into an SUV at a gas station, a few hours away from Los Angeles. At LA, we would go to Santa Clara, Hollywood and all other places, as a family of course. Yet, by the way it had gone so far, I wasn't looking forward to it. We were cramped, very cramped. I was stuck on the left side of the back seats, mom drove, dad was in shotgun, I was on the left, Clara was on the right and Chi was in the middle of us. Spending her drive crying, pooping, sleeping and all other things that keep 4 year old's happy. I was prepared for the weekend, situating myself in a white dress that expanded at the ends, it gently covered my body, Clara, 2 years my younger was in less formal wear, more of a pajama and t-shirt type of gal. Chi, was in what 4 year old's wear. "There is no potty here, I am sorry sweety." Mom spoke almost patronizing to Chi. It didn't matter, though she was potty trained, she wore diapers. They should have been worried about me. "No bathroom, at a gas station?" Clara asked, I remembered that she hadn't left the car either. She must have been desperate as well. I felt sweat roll down my inner thigh, I rubbed it a bit. Damn, I had to piss really bad. I felt as if I didn't leave the car soon, I would be screwed. I got out of the car. "Where are you going Christina?" Alan asked me, I stopped and turned to him. "I'm sorry, it is just that I really have to pee dad." He stood still. "No." He firmly replied. "You can hold it until we get to a rest stop." No, I really couldn't. "Come on, you got to the last one and you made Clara and I wait at the car so no one steals it." Dad wasn't buying it, he finished the gas and was in the car. "Come on Christy, you'll have your opportunity soon." I realigned myself back into my seat, I wiggled as I tried to calm my full bladder. I hissed under my breath and bit down on your lips. "I ned te Peh!" Chi screamed, she had a strong accent for a 4 year old, her voice was almost unrecognizable. I was wiggling so much by this point I was shaking. I quietly tortured myself, my long hands under my white dress. I was so happy that I wore a dress today, if I didn't I wouldn't be able to do this. "Stop it Christina." Mom spoke. Se looked at me through the mirror. "That's gross." "Sorry." I quietly spoke. "Could Clara and I just pee on the side of the road." "No, you will be like ladies and wait." My mother forced me now. "Cun I be uh lady." Chi spoke. Every word was loud and obnoxious, and it felt like I bursted my ear-drums. "Yes, just a little longer." I took out my phone and text Clara. Who I didn't want to disrupt. All I put was '1-10.' I sent it, my body boiling in agony. All I wanted to do was to exit this car, find a quiet space and piss the living daylights out of me. But it seems it will have to wait for a very long time. Only 30 minutes or so, I thought I found relief. But my parents put Chichi's needs above mine and forced me to wait in the car. beep-beep. Clara had responded, her answer was a 9. I looked at her and put all my fingers in the air. I was squeezing my thighs shut, my father watching the signs so he wouldn't worry that gray seats wouldn't have yellow stains. She cringed, she wasn't looking as desperate as me. Clara had her elbow into her crotch but was patient, looking out of the window, ignoring her bladder. When we got to the rest stop, my parents discovered that Chi didn't need to pee after all. So they walked back, got into the car and drove away without even hearing Clara and I's pleas for relief. I was very pissed off at my parents right now, and about to be pissed off. "Cun weh stawp." Chi wouldn't shut up. I wanted to yell at her, but I didn't want to make her cry. She was only four years old. "Five more minutes." My mother said, she was exasperated and tired of Chi's whining. I didn't care though, I only focused on myself. I wanted to hold myself directly, no skirt or panties but I didn't want to gross anyone out. I pushed down on my skirt with both hands, I rubbed it frequently. My aching bladder burned for relief. Suddenly, Chi was quiet. Out of nowhere she had fallen asleep. Quiet, for once. And a remembrance that I was more desperate than her. "Are you sure that we can actually pee at the rest stop?" Clara sassed my parents. Dad was quiet and so was Mom. They didn't respond. A quiet stood through the air, and then a yell. I looked over to Clara, a dark spot began to appear on her pajamas. She began to scream, holding down her weight but unable to stop the stream. Soon, her entire pants were soaked. My parents began to freak out. We were only one minute away from the rest stop, and toilets. And Clara had completely wet herself. Dad stopped the car. He slammed on the wheel and turned to Clara. She was crying as the peeing stopped, her lower half was wet. The seat smelled of urine. "Are you okay." "I can't believe I just peed myself." She spoke crying. My parents opened up a bag of luggage, looking for a change of clothes for Clara. Meanwhile, I had completely focused myself to holding, my held back the massive urges inside of me. But the car was stop, and I could see the rest stop. Imagine the toilets. "I'm sorry, but you might forget that she isn't the only one who is desperate." I plead my case, and my parents listened. Before allowing Clara to change they sped the car over to the rest stop where I got out. The rest stop was completely solitary, not one other car. We got to the front. "Take Chi with you, Go!" I jumped out of the car and took Chi's hand, who was dancing as she woke up. Let's go. "I ned to peh." "We all do. Let's go." I started running to the restroom with her, she kept up as I held her hands. She would mumble words as I was too focused on not wetting myself. I danced around, floating up my white dress. I felt myself begin to lose it. Urine dribbled below my dress. I looked at the restrooms, 100 meters away. I wasn't going to make it. I stopped in my tracks, looked around at the empty lot. Looked at Chi, and dropped my panties to the ground. "I can't do this." I spoke to Chi. I had already began to wet myself, my panties were moist and smelly and I squatted. I pissed on the ground. All the weight exiting my system, I felt my body feel relief. I cried in relief, and moaned. I must have pissed for a minute, the ramped up area caused the urine to flow all the way down to the bottom of the relief area. As I finished my body expel the urine in it, I looked around again and saw Chi. She must have never seen an older person succumb to nature and be like her, just pee like that. "Di Yoo just have an acsident." She spoke in her heavy accent and lisp. I looked at her and nodded. "Doo ladees have accsidents." "Yeah, sure, that is what ladies do." Then I noticed her diaper begin to expand. "I'm uh ladee." "Chichi, you are going to be the death of me."
  12. My girlfriend and I, in our early 20's, shared a bedroom in an apartment with other people. Friends invited us to go skiing, something I had never done before. I bought a waterproof ski suit. My girlfriend and I got up early and dressed very warmly; we each put on 4 or 5 undies and 3 jeans under our ski pants. She said it would help if I fell and got snow inside by ski suit. I joked that with that many undies it felt like I was wearing a diaper. We had a 3 hour drive to the ski area and got there shortly after it opened. I spent the morning taking ski lessons and finally got the hang of it. In the afternoon I kept at it and finally I could get down the beginners slope without falling. My girlfriend was right about getting snow inside my ski suit. At the end of the day we met at the ski lodge, turned our rented equipment, and began the drive back. After about half an hour we stopped for fast food . While we were eating it began to snow and it was getting dark. I decided to not use the restroom because I had so many layers and I did not like public restrooms, especially the stalls. We got back on the road. The traffic was moving somewhere around 1/3 to 1/2 the speed limit and the roads were getting slick. After about 20 minutes my bladder filled but I thought I would be able to get home. There was a rest stop that would normally have been about 30 minutes away. The farther we went the heavier the snow got, the slicker the roads got and the slower the traffic went. It seemed like we were going about 10 miles an hour. Meanwhile I was wishing I had taken the trouble to use the restroom. After about 2 hours I was hoping we would get to the rest stop very soon. My girlfriend was sitting right next to me and another woman was on her other side, and we were crowded. Pressure waves started in my bladder. I remembered joking about how with all the undies I felt like I was wearing a diaper; I thought I might soon wish I was really wearing a diaper. The traffic was at a near stand still. The pressure waves were coming with increasing frequency, lasted longer and were stronger each time. Finally I saw the sign Rest Stop 1 mile. I expected to be there in about 15 minutes, hoping I could hold it that long. Then the traffic came to a sudden stop. We barely stopped in time to avoid hitting the car ahead of us and the car behind us stopped a few inches from our rear bumper. We sat there long enough that had traffic been moving normally we would have been home. While traffic was stopped my kidneys were not. My hands were cold so I put them inside my ski suit and put them at my crotch. I got a series of pressure waves that I had to struggle to control. After several one was so strong that my struggle was not enough; I felt an orgasmic release as warmth exploded into my crotch. and spread toward my butt. A few minutes later another irresistible pressure wave hit with the same release and warmth flowing around my butt. It had not yet soaked through to my outermost jeans, at least at my crotch. Then came another pressure wave and warmth spread to my legs and I felt my crotch get warm. I gave up when the next pressure wave hit. I just relaxed and the warmth spread and I could feel that I was sitting in very wet pants. Traffic began to move and we finally got to the rest stop. The driver asked if anybody needed to stop and specifically asked the woman sitting next to my girlfriend. She said no. The driver and the woman sitting in the front seat, both of whom lived in the same apartment with the woman in the back seat, asked if she was sure. She said she was sure. As we passed the rest stop entrance we saw several cars sideways blocking one lane and leaving only a narrow passage in the other. After we got past that traffic picked up but still no more than about half the speed limit so it took another 4 hours to get home. When we got home the woman in the back seat asked it would be alright she got dropped off before we were dropped off. I agreed and my girlfriend agreed but I sensed reluctance. The woman got out and ran into her apartment building, then we were driven home. Her apartment mates asked each other if they thought she made it this time. As we were getting out of the car I checked to see if where I was sitting was dry, and it was. My girlfriend asked what I was doing, and I said nothing. We had sometimes teased each other if one of us had to go to the bathroom badly. She teasingly asked why didn't I say I needed to stop at the rest stop. I asked why should I. She said that just before we got there I was sometimes very tense then after we passed the rest stop I wasn't tense again. She was certain I had to go to the bathroom. I said I didn't have to go to the bathroom when we got to the rest stop. She asked did that mean I had to go to the bathroom before we got there? I asked how could it be that I had to go to the bathroom before the rest stop but didn't need to go to the bathroom when we got there? She said there was only one way she could think of. I asked what that was. She came back with I didn't answer her question, did I have to go to the bathroom before we got to the rest stop. I said I wanted to hold her her. I kissed her passionately. She seemed tense as she tried to push away but then shivered and then embraced me passionately. I reached down and put one hand under her ski pants and on her butt, something I sometimes did while we were embraced. I soon felt my hand getting warmer! I became even more passionate. When we finally ended the kiss she was out of breath. I asked if she was OK. She said it was orgasmic. I said I had no idea I was that good a kisser. She said there was that but she had no idea it felt so good to, well I knew what she meant. I innocently asked how my hand got wet? She blushed and said I probably knew. I asked did she peed in her pants. She tried to evade. I asked if she remembered how I said wearing that many undies felt like wearing a diaper? On the way back I had felt like I should have been wearing a diaper. What as the one way she could think of that I would have had to go to bathroom before we got to the rest stop but when we got there I didn't need to go? Why would I have felt like I should have been wearing a diaper? She said I did pee inmy pants, didn't I? I lowered my my ski pants and she saw my wet pants We showered together and rinsed out our clothes. We went to bed for some serious canoodling.
  13. My last story was about me controlling my gf’s bladder which she absolutely loves and I love being controlled just as much and my husband Matty is my bladder master. It is always a bigger turn when he randomly decides to take control of my bladder rather than a planned holding session. On New Years Eve we were working at our pub as it would be busy and it's always a really good night. Our resident DJ who plays for us every weekend said he would do New Years for us so in the afternoon I went down and helped him set up in his usual place and then headed back home to chill out for a couple of hours. I spent the afternoon watching TV then about half 5 I went and had a shower and got dressed. As I was getting ready Matty came in and asked me if I had pee’d whilst I was in the shower. I said I had and he suddenly pulled me close and said “well that was your last one this year, no more peeing until 2016”. I felt myself become aroused at the thought and looked at the time, 6 hours till midnight. I finished getting ready and then we headed down for the evening. At half 6 our DJ started playing and the evening kicked off. Throughout the evening we had entertainment and events and it was really good fun. As time went on I kept sipping at my drink to keep myself cool as serving drinks constantly was warm work. By 10 o’clock I was starting to feel the effects in my bladder and over the next hour gradually got more and more desperate. By 11 I was busting for a pee and told Matty this. He smiled and glanced at the clock. He leaned down and whispered “only and hour to go” and prodded my bladder playfully. My drinks continued to filter through me and I continued to get more and more desperate. At 11:30 we rang the bell to let people know it was last orders for 2015 as just before midnight we close the bar so that us and the staff can join in the celebrations. We dealt with the rush of people coming to get drinks and then Matty asked me to go sort the Champagne. We give free glasses of Champagne so people can toast new year when it comes so I went to the kitchen to sort it out. I opened the bottles and filled up the glasses. It was then I realised why Matty has asked me to do it. Listening to the champagne pour into the glasses made my desperation so much worse and I took the opportunity whilst I was alone to dance and hold myself to ease the pressure pushing down on my pee hole. After I filled all the glasses I took them out and handed them round to everyone and once everyone had a glass I put the leftover glasses behind the bar and then went to close the doors as we have a policy on New Years that just before Midnight we lock the doors so no one else can come in and then we don’t let anyone else in after Midnight. We do this because of past experiences of people who go looking for anywhere that's open just to get more drink and we don’t want those sorts of people. We stay open until all our customers have had enough and leave but we don’t want staying open for anyone to come in after they have left another pub that's closing. I went round and locked the front and back door and then turned the TV;s on to watch big ben and the fireworks in London. I went and stood behind the bar with Matty and subtly pee danced. Our barmaid noticed and asked if I was okay. I laughed and said “I need a pee but I don’t want to miss midnight”. She laughed and nodded in agreement. Watching the countdown on the TV seemed to make my desperation intensify and I had to cross my legs tight to keep my pee hole closed. The countdown hit zero and Big Ben sounded and everyone cheered in the New Year. Matty wrapped his arms around me and whispered Happy New Year in my ear before kissing me. We kissed for a moment before stopping and raising our glasses. I drank my champagne which really didn’t help my poor bladder and I bobbed slightly as I crossed slightly. Matty suddenly squeezed my bladder and a leak escaped into my knickers. I gasped and he winked at me. We watched as people linked up and sang Auld Lang Syne and then when it finished people the DJ started again and it seemed people were like me in that they were waiting for midnight as when I looked over there was a queue for the bathroom. Not that that was a problem and I could use the one in the flat upstairs. I was about to ask him if I could go pee when he rang the bell telling people the bar was open again and then he went to let people out who wanted to leave. I served drinks to those who came to the bar whilst dancing and trying to keep my knickers dry for a few more minutes. The sound of the beer pouring into the glasses was almost making me leak and I found Matty looking at me smiling. After the initial rush Matty said he was going to the cellar to get some more bottles for the fridge and suddenly grabbed my hand and led me with him. He led me downstairs and pulled me towards him and kissed me. I squirmed in his arms and broke the kiss and told him I was nearly wetting myself. He smiled and said “I know, and it's so sexy watching you squirm”. He stepped back and watched me dancing and grabbing my self up my dress. I asked if I could go and pee and he shook his head and said “you don’t think I’m going to let you waste a perfectly good full bladder do you”. Hearing him say this sent my arousal skyrocketing and I just stood in front of him desperately trying not to pee myself. I managed to stay dry for another few minutes before I started leaking. I pulled my dress up and showed him the wet patch on my knickers that was steadily getting bigger and begged him to let me go pee before I soaked them. He pulled me in front of him and suddenly said “NO” and pushed hard on my bladder. The sudden pressure caused me to lose control for a moment and pee splashed onto the floor below me. I gasped and pushed my hand against my pee hole to stop it all bursting out. He smiled at me and said “take your hand away”. I reluctantly removed my hand and it started leaking out. I told him I couldn’t hold it much longer and he smirked and said “what if i do this”. His hand slid into my knickers and spread my pussy open revealing my trembling pee hole. As soon as he did this the spurts came and I couldn’t stop them. I spurted a few times and then he pushed again on my bladder and I completely lost it. Pee gushed out into my knickers and all over his hand and ran down my legs and all over the floor. I sighed out loud in relief and leaned in and kissed him as my bladder emptied all over. It kept coming and coming and eventually after what felt like forever the stream slowed down and then finished. I let out a long moan feeling relieved and now super horny. He smiled at the puddle on the floor then told me to take my knickers off. I slid them off and he threw a towel at me and I wiped my legs off and then he handed me a fresh pair of knickers. I looked at them and he said “I thought I better bring these in case you couldn’t make it to midnight”. I giggled and slid them on and he put the wet ones in a bag and put them in his pocket. I walked over to the other side of the cellar and he filled one of the buckets we use when we clean the pump lines and filled it with water and threw it across the floor to wash my pee puddle down the drain. He then handed me a crate of bottles for the fridge and smacked my butt and sent me back upstairs to stock the fridges. Needless to say it was a wonderful start to the new year and later on on the way home I had a very nice desperation sighting which made for a nice end to the night which I will write about and post later.
  14. Warning now: This might get long and I will update in comments regularly since she's a desperation lover's dream. Most of her accounts are just desperation, or outdoor wettings but there are some small accidents, full on accidents, and deliberate wettings. I might share some of our sexual experiences as well if they involve anything omorashi. I met Trixie in highschool my senior year and I don't want to share any accounts of her desperation or wettings then since she was underage, but I will speak of everything after when she was of age. Since I had known her it was obvious she had a small bladder and took every possible pre-caution to make sure her bladder was empty. She had been to doctors and didn't have any incontinence issues but even with kegels and attempts to stretch her bladder by holding sessions, she didn't have much luck. Trixie went to college in another state but visited often to visit her family, which lived about 45 minutes from where I went to college. We spent time together when she was in town and while I did like Trixie's tiny bladder, I also loved her as a friend and had romantic feelings for her for awhile. After college she moved back into the state and it's a two hour drive between us so it's not difficult to maintain a friendship. I'm going to try to update as much as possible since I've been wanting to tell you guys about Trixie for awhile. I'm changing her name here but her real name is quite similar. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spring break my freshman year Trixie came back into town to visit her family, friends, and have a spring break bash. There is a spring break college spot not far from us so a lot of spring breaker's partied there. We were both underage but that's nothing a fake ID couldn't solve and I was never much of a drinker anyway. During this trip Trixie was about 5'4 and 120 lbs. She was a gym-aholic and worked out to the point her flat stomach and abs would put Victoria's Secret models to shame. Trixie was a 34 B cup and wore a size 3-4 in jeans. (I know because girls love to share clothes.) This trip her hair was about shoulder length and wavy with platinum and dark blonde highlights. Her eyes are a gray blue and she has an adorable sloping nose with long, camel-like eyelashes and soft pink lips that looked like Audrey Hepburn's. Her cheeks were sunkissed with freckles and she was just adorable. My husband always picks on me for having such pretty friends but follows it up with "pretty girls run in packs" to make me seem less shallow. I picked Trixie up from the airport. She had brought along a friend of hers named Bianca that had curly brown waist length hair and big brown eyes. We decided Trixie and Bianca would stay with me most of her trip and then Bianca was taking a flight home early so Trixie could spend time with her family. When I picked them up from baggage claim Trixie had a sweatshirt tied around her waist and was blocking her crotch with her purse. I introduced myself to Bianca and went to hug Trixie so she dropped her purse and hugged me. When she stepped back I looked down to see that she had wet her pink sweat pants. I laughed, hugged her again, and when we got in my car (she changed first) she told me the story of how she wet herself on the plane. Trixie's always been open about her accidents and need to pee, so her stories are usually pretty detailed, especially if she's frustrated or upset about it. Before Trixie boarded she didn't drink anything all morning aside from a few sips of water and she peed at the airport prior to boarding. Their plane sat on the runway for 45 minutes and once it was up in the air Trixie felt the need to pee slightly. Unfortunately, her and Bianca were not in the same aisle and Trixie had a window seat, meaning she had to step over two people to use the restroom. Not wanting to do this more than twice, Trixie decided she would wait until she really had to pee before she would go. When the drink cart came she drank a soda and after some time passed she decided it was time to make her first bathroom trip. The plane hit turbulence and the seat belt sign was on so she waited it out, crossing her legs and squirming. Finally the light came on and she rushed to the bathroom and stood through a long line that she wasn't sure she could make it through without wetting herself. Fortunately Trixie made it just in time and was able to get back to her seat. Her bladder filled quickly, though, and it was weakened from stretching her poor bladder to it's limits. There wasn't much time to landing but Trixie knew better than to wait it out so she went over to the bathrooms and there was a small line. She finally got to the front but the person inside was taking a very long time when the plane hit turbulence again. Trixie tried to stay in line but a flight attendant sent her to her seat. The sign was back on and the planes hitting bumps weren't helping her at all. The pilot said they were set to land in ten minutes so all tray tables needed to be turned down and seats back up. But then the weather got worse and the bumping caused Trixie to leak. She leaked a few times until she was under control but then the plane had to circle for about ten extra minutes prior to landing. At some point Trixie's bladder gave out and she sat in her seat until everyone was off the plane before exiting. My place was only twenty minutes away but Trixie asked for a rest stop so I obliged. With Trixie I never tried to extend her desperation or keep her from a toilet. I cared about her too much to be cruel. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ During this same Spring Break trip Trixie, Bianca and I headed over to the beach for some tanning and swimming. Trixie had no problem relieving herself in the ocean so she did it often and I didn't expect much desperation from her this day. Once the sun set Bianca wanted to go to a beach bar so we threw on our cover ups and took off our wet suits underneath. Men weren't shy about buying Trixie drinks so she managed to have a few under the table. We decided to leave so we all hit the bathrooms and I drove us back to my place. It didn't take ten minutes before Trixie said she needed a bathroom break. We were on a highway so she didn't want to stop on the side of the road but I promised her the next exit I would stop for her. This exit took almost fifteen minutes to get to and Trixie was bursting at the seams, both hands in her crotch by the time we pulled into the gas station. I needed to pee too so I went inside with her but they said their bathrooms were employee only. She begged and begged but to no avail. I asked if she wanted to go to another gas station but she said she wouldn't make it, she was already leaking. When we got outside Trixie stood on the side walk directly outside of the gas station and spread her legs, letting go of her bladder. A stream of urine came from underneath her dress as she emptied her bladder. Some of her pee had run down her legs and onto her shoes so she went back inside and bought a pack of tissues to clean up with. Bianca and I both decided to do the same and walked behind the building to a grassier point and squatted down, releasing our bladders underneath our dresses. Without a bathing suit bottom or panties on it was easy peasy so we went on our way.
  15. Hi guys. I was wondering, what is the best way to lock yourself in to a pair of jeans? I would like to make it to try this out while holding to see what fun I could have with it. Thank you in advance.
  16. Hi all. I've been doing a few omorashi parodies of fairytales recently, Cinderwetta, Hansel and Wetel, that kind of thing. Here's my fairly faithful take on the classic Bram Stoker's Dracula with a simple twist. Instead of needing blood to survive, Countess Wetula needs a slightly different fluid to sustain her eternal life. Hope you like it! Count Wetula Lucy Wild A vampire meets a victim desperate to please Chapter 1 Jennifer Harker’s Journal 2 May – Left Munich at 8.35 on 1st May, arriving in Vienna early the next morning. Should have arrived at 6.46 but the train was an hour late. We sat outside the station and I became increasingly uncomfortable, the toilet having been out of order since leaving the German border. At 6.10 I could no longer wait and sought relief somewhere within the carriage. I was corralled in a four seater with two women and a lone individual who gave all the indications of being sound asleep. I found a coffee mug under my seat and whilst my bladder threatened to overflow at any moment, I placed a blanket across my lap before raising my skirts to my waist. I glanced across as the sleeping figure opposite me stirred momentarily before settling again. I could last no longer so pulled my panties to one side and pressed the mug against my pussy. The coldness of the ceramic sent a chill through me as I relaxed my body and felt a trickle of pee drip into the mug. At that point the train jerked forward and one of the women awoke with a yawn. She muttered a good morning to me in German whilst I held my breath, the mug remaining in place whilst I fought to prevent any further pee from escaping. As the woman turned to stare out of the window I tried to let a rivulet of urine escape me to ease the pressure upon my bladder. Sadly the noise was such that the woman turned back to me and stared with a frown forming upon her features. I coughed loudly to hide the hissing sound as best I could whilst what felt like a torrential river leaked from me into the mug. The woman smiled as she seemed to realise what I was doing. “English?” she whispered, glancing across at her companion. I nodded in response. “I need pee also,” she said. I nodded again, realising modesty was beyond me at this point. Pee flowed out of me until I glanced under my blanket, realising the mug was close to overflowing. As I looked up again, the blanket slipped down to reveal my spread legs and bare pussy to the woman’s shocked gaze. She put a finger to her lips as the last of the pee dribbled from me, running down the side of the completely full mug. I put the mug beside me as I brushed my skirt back down into place. The woman picked up the mug. “I use?” she asked. “It will need emptying first,” I replied quietly. The woman nodded and then pressed the mug to her lips, gulping down the contents in an instant. I was shocked to my core at the sight, realising what I thought I knew of Europe was but a pinprick. Once she drained the mug, she raised her own skirts without attempting to hide from view. I caught sight of her pussy as she pressed the mug between her legs and immediately sighed with relief as pee gushed from her. It sprayed across the carriage, most of it missing the mug before she regained control and the drinking vessel began to noisily fill with urine. “I cannot stop,” she said in panic as the mug filled. Not wanting the others to awaken, I realised I had to help. I took the mug from her as she held her bladder in check, wriggling on her seat as she did so. I looked at the contents and then held my breath as I drank down the pee, finding it surprisingly warming in the chill of the morning. Once drained, I passed back the mug and the woman finished urinating within it. She did not lower her skirts when she had ended her task, instead smiling at me as she began to gently stroke herself. I found myself unable to look away, staring in silence as she masturbated gently, her eyes closed. I could not resist reaching down as my own body began to awaken with desire. I found the end of my skirts and raised them until I was able to copy her movements on my own pussy. We sat staring at each other as we touched ourselves. My clitoris throbbed with desire as I stroked it and to my surprise the woman moved to her knees and shuffled across the carriage, her tongue stretching out to lap at my juices. I stifled a gasp as she expertly delved inside me, her hand remaining on her pussy as she brought me towards climax. When she dipped two fingers into me, it sent me over the edge and I came, biting my lip to keep as quiet as I could, a moan escaping me as my pussy twitched around her digits. Once I’d calmed down again, I glanced down to see her reach her own orgasm a moment later. She looked as if she might scream and in my desire to keep her silent, I embraced her, plunging my tongue into her mouth and stifling her noises to little more than a whimper. She pulled away from me as the train moved into the station and once we came to a stop at the platform I rose before she, leaving the train for a glimpse at Budapest. I walked through the streets for as long as I dared, trying to clear my head from the secret encounter I’d just experienced. I feared moving too far from the station, for as we’d arrived late I knew we would start as near the correct time as possible. The impression I had when we entered the East over the Danube which was of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish rule. We left in good time but my companion was nowhere to be seen. At nightfall we reached Klausenpiss. Here I spent the night at the Hotel Desperate. I had for supper a chicken done up with red pepper, which was good but thirst inducing. I asked for the waitress and she said it was called paprika hendl and that it was a national dish I should be able to get anywhere along the Carpathians. I found my own smattering of German useful here and indeed I don’t know how I would have got on without it. Having some time at my disposal when back in London I had visited the British Museum and searched among the books and maps in the library regarding Transylvania. It had struck me that some foreknowledge of the country could hardly fail to have some importance in dealing with a noblewoman of that country. I found the district she named laid in the extreme east of the country on the borders of Transylvania, Moldavia and Bukovina in the midst of the Carpathian mountains, one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe. I was not able to light on any map giving the exact locality of Castle Wetula as there were no maps of this country as yet to compare with our own Ordnance Survey Maps. I found that Pissritz, the post town named by Countess Wetula is a fairly well known place. I shall enter here some of my notes so they might refresh my memory when I talk over my travels. I did not sleep well though my bed was comfortable enough for I had all sorts of queer dreams. It may have been the paprika for I had to drink all the water in my carafe and was still thirsty. Towards morning I slept at last and was wakened by continuous knocking at my door. I opened it to find a maid carrying a chamber pot. She spoke neither English or German and I was unable to make her aware of my desire for privacy. As such I had no choice, the water within me making me desperate to urinate, but to go in front of her. She set the chamber pot on the floor and helped me remove my nightgown. Once naked I squatted over the pot and to my surprise the maid lowered herself to her knees and pulled apart my pussy lips, ignoring my protests. Unable to hold in my pee any longer I began to urinate and I found the flow ran through her fingers before beginning to fill the pot. As I peed, her fingers brushed over my clitoris and a shiver ran through me. At the sight of my surprise, the maid planted a kiss on my lips, moving her hand under the flow of my pee until she slid a finger up into me. She continued to kiss me until I had finished peeing, whereupon she slid the pot into her hands and poured the contents over her uniform. It soaked the fabric in such a way that the shape of her body became visible to me, her nipples stiff and pointing in my direction. She pushed me onto my back on the floor and climbed onto me, continuing to finger me as she planted soft kisses on my neck. I found my hand moved up her dress to her naked bottom and I could not resist groping and squeezing her round buttocks as she gasped for breath. When I found the hole between her cheeks I went to move on but she pushed back onto my hand and then I was inside her bottom. She rocked against my finger as she continued to fuck me until I could last no longer. An orgasm raced through my body as she rubbed her pussy against my thigh, using me to reach her own climax within a minute. Once she had recovered from her orgasm, she stood up and curtseyed, carrying away the chamber pot and leaving me to dress myself for the day. For breakfast I had more paprika and a sort of porridge which they called mamaliga, a very excellent dish. I had to hurry to carry the train and rushed to the station with the morning coffee sloshing around inside me. I had to sit in the carriage for over an hour before we began to move. It seems to me that the further east you go, the more unpunctual the trains are. What must they be like in China? All day long my need to pee grew ever stronger as we dawdled through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or castles on the top of steep hills, sometimes we ran by rivers and streams which made my need to pee ever stronger until I could not sit still upon my seat. At every station there were groups of people in all sorts of attire. Some of them were just like the peasants at home with short jackets, round hats and home made trousers but others were very picturesque. The women looked pretty except when you got near them for they all seemed to have dark stains upon their crotches. They stood in full white sleeves and most of them had big belts with strips of something fluttering from them like the dresses in a ballet but of course there were wet petticoats under them. It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Pissritz which is a very interesting old place. I was positively bursting for the toilet, cursing the lack of facilities in my train when I reached the Golden Shower Hotel which Countess Wetula had directed me towards. I found it thoroughly old fashioned and I was obviously expected for when I got near the door I faced a cheery looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress – white undergarment with a long double apron of coloured stuff that fitted too tight for modesty, her nipples almost visible as her breasts spilled over the tip. When I came close she bowed, her breasts falling free as she said, “Frau Englishwoman?” “Yes,” I said. “Jennifer Harker. I must use your toilet before I go any further.” She smiled and gave some message to an elderly man in white shirtsleeves who had followed her to the door. He went but immediately returned with a letter which I read whilst wriggling on the spot, my bladder threatening to explode at any moment. “My friend, welcome to the Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. Sleep well tonight. At three tomorrow the diligence will start for Bukovina, a place on it is kept for you. At the Borgo Pass my carriage will await you and bring you to me. I trust that your journey from London has been a happy one and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land – Your friend, Wetula.” I looked up at the woman whose boobs were still hanging free from the front of her dress. “The toilet?” I asked but she just frowned. I mimed the motion of urinating and to my chagrin she misunderstood entirely. She murmured to herself before shrugging and then lifting her skirts to her waist. She squatted in the dirt and began to pee, all the time looking up at me for approval as I tried to get her to stop. The sight of her urinating so freely made my own bladder lose control and I felt a leaking trickle run down my thigh having soaked through my panties in less than a second. I sighed to myself before squatting beside the woman and pulling my knickers to one side so that the rest of my pee could sink into the ground under my feet. As I peed I let out a deep sigh of relief whilst the other guests of the hotel walked past without batting an eyelid as if this were a common occurrence in this country. 4 May - I found that my landlord had got a letter from the Countess, directing him to secure the best place on the coach for me but on making inquiries as to details he seemed somewhat reticent and pretended he could not understand my German. This could not be true because up to then he had understood it perfectly, at least he answered my questions exactly as if he did. He and his wife, the old lady who had peed for me, looked at each other in a frightened sort of way. He mumbled out that the money had been sent in a letter and that was all he knew. When I asked him if he knew Countess Wetula and could tell me anything of her castle, both he and his wife crossed themselves and saying they knew nothing at all, simply refused to speak further. It was so near the time of starting that I had no time to ask anyone else so it was all very mysterious to me. Just as I was about to leave I lay on my bed and decided the best way to relax for the journey was by masturbating. I found an unused candle upon the dresser and gripped it tightly as I stroked my clit until my pussy was wet and ready. I slid the candle slowly into myself, using it to bring me to the peak of pleasure I knew so well. At that moment the old lady burst into my room and said in a hysterical way, “Must you go? Oh young Frau must you go?” She was in such an excited state that she seemed to have lost her grip of what German she knew and mixed it up with some other language which I did not know at all. I tried to tell her to leave but she refused to listen, seeming not to notice the candle buried inside me as she gripped my hands in hers and spoke in that strange language again. “I will prevent you from leaving,” she said, glancing down between my legs. Before I could protest she took hold of the candle and began to fuck me with it, her mouth finding my clit which she took between her soft lips and sucked at gently. I lay back and let a sigh escape me, no longer wishing her to stop. She teased me by speeding up and slowing down over and over until I was screaming to be allowed to orgasm. She smiled up at me as she rammed the candle home and licked frantically at my clit, finally taking me over the edge to the climax I had been desperate to achieve. Once I was able to breathe normally again, I looked up to find her again admonishing me not to leave. “I must go at once,” I said, telling her that I was engaged on important business. “Do you know what day it is?” I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head and spoke again. “Oh yes I know that. But do you know what day it is?” On my saying I did not understand she went on. “It is the eve of St George’s Day. Tonight when the clock strikes midnight all the evil things in the world will have full sway. Do you know where you are going and what you are going to?” She was in such evident distress that I tried to comfort her, finding my hand running over her breasts which fell easily from the top of her simple dress. I took her nipples in my mouth as she continued to mumble at me, her eyes wide. I fell to my knees and lifted her skirts, pushing her back onto my bed before clambering up her body, kissing each part of her that came into my reach. When I reached her pussy I licked her in the way she had done to me. She raised her knees and spread her buttocks apart and thinking of the only way to distract her, I picked up the candle and pushed it towards the tiny hole that had become exposed. As I licked at her pussy I plunged the candle deep into her bottom and she at last stopped talking, only letting out a sigh of approval at my movements. I fucked her anus with the candle as I licked the juices that dripped from her pussy. As I rammed the candle deep into her she began to pee, a surprisingly strong flow that hit the back of my throat before I knew what was happening. The hot urine dripped from my chin as she screamed her way to an orgasm. I thought as she recovered that she would leave me be but she sank to her knees on the floor, the candle exiting her body and falling to the floor as she implored me not to go, at least to wait a day or two before starting. It was all very ridiculous but there was business to be done and I could allow nothing to interfere with it. I tried to raise her up and said as gravely as I could whilst planting kisses on her lips that my duty was imperative and I must go. She rose and dried her eyes and taking a phallic shaped length of glass from around her neck, offered it to me. I did not know what to do for as a polite Englishwoman, such a sight seemed obscene and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind. She saw the doubt in my face for she put the dildo in my pocket and said, “For the sake of your health,” and went out of the room. I am writing up this part of the diary whilst I wait for the coach and I can feel the smoothness of the dildo in my pocket. Glancing around the waiting room I saw I was alone and I felt unable to resist testing out the device she had given me. I slid the length of smooth glass under my skirt and slipped it into me. It sank into my depths easily as if designed just right to fit my shape. I wondered about how she had enjoyed the touch of my candle in her bottom and I found myself moving the dildo under me until it slid just inside my anus, the hole stretching to accommodate the glass cock. As I pushed it as far as it could go the door to the waiting room opened and a group of people walked in. I was forced to leave the dildo in my bottom as I sat as upright as I could, every movement making it shift inside me, forming juices on my pussy as I fought to hide my arousal from those present. Soon their coach came and they left and once alone again, I was able to retrieve the dildo and slide it back and forth into my bottom, finding the sensation more pleasurable than I had anticipated. I fucked my hole faster as I rubbed my clit, bringing myself to a moaning orgasm just as my coach pulled up. Whether it was the old lady’s fear or the ghostly traditions of this place I did not know but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual. 5 May - The Castle. The grey of the morning has passed and the sun is high over the distant horizon which seems jagged, whether with trees or hills I know not for it is so far off that big things and little are mixed. I am not sleepy and as I not to be called until I awake, I naturally write until sleep comes. There are many odd things to put down and lest who reads them may fancy that I dined too well before I left Pissritz, let me put down my dinner exactly. I dined on what they call robber steak, bits of bacon, onion and beef seasoned with red pepper and strung on sticks to be roasted over the fire. The wine was Golden Shower which produces a queer sting on the tongue which is however not disagreeable. I had only a couple of glasses of this and nothing else. When I got on the coach the driver had not taken his seat and I saw him talking to the landlady. They were evidently talking of me for every now and then they looked at me and some of the people who were sitting on the bench outside the door came and listened and then looked at me, most of them pityingly. I could hear a lot of words often repeated, queer words for there were many nationalities in the crowd so I quietly got out my polyglot dictionary from my bag and looked them up. I must say they were not cheering to me for among them were Piss, Toilet, Urine and Vampire. When we started out, the crowd around the inn door all made the sign of the flush and pointed a finger at me. With some difficulty I got a fellow passenger to tell me what they meant. He explained it was a charm or guard against the wet vampire’s evil eye. I shall never forget the last glimpse I had of the inn yard and its crowd of picturesque figures all wetting on the floor as they stood around the wide archway. Then our driver cracked his big whip over his four small horses and we set off on our journey. I soon lost sight of ghostly fears in the beauty of the scene as we drove along. Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods with here and there steep hills crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses. The road was rugged but still we seemed to fly over it with a feverish haste. The Golden Shower wine in me soon worked its way to my bladder so that each jolt of the coach made me wince as my need to pee began to grow. I could not understand what the haste meant but the driver was evidently bent on losing no time in reaching Borgo Prund. The sun began to sink as we passed by a white gleam of falling water. One of my companions touched my arm as we swept past and I realised I was not alone in needing to pee. We tried to call for the coach driver to stop momentarily so we could pee but he either ignored us or did not hear us over the noise of the horses. It did not help that by the roadside were many peasant men and women who squatted as we approached and began to pee. There were many things new to me in this land such as this. Sometimes the hills were so steep that despite our driver’s haste the horses could only go slowly. The only stop he would make was a moment’s pause to light his lamps. As he did so we all jumped down from the coach and to my surprise a peasant woman ran over and prostrated herself before us, making the flushing motion with her hand that I had last seen at the inn. The others seemed to know what she intended for one after another they began to pee on her. She lay there in her dress which soon became soaked with urine as I squirmed on the spot, unsure what to do to relieve myself. The others looked expectantly at me as they finished and not wishing to offend them I lifted my dress and squatted over the peasant who nodded up at me. My bladder was so overfilled that in an instant a waterfall of piss sprayed down onto her. I let out a gasp as she reached up and tickled my clit with her fingers whilst I could not yet stop urinating. The others stood watching in silence as she teased and tormented my pussy with her expert hands, all the while pee continuing to fall from me. The last trickle was leaving my body when she plunged a finger into me and raised her mouth to my clit, licking it in such a way that brought an orgasm out of me in moments. I gasped with delight as my body spasmed whilst the coach driver called for us to return to our seats. We rode on and finally arrived at our destination in the darkness of the deep night. The coach driver spoke up as he pulled up to stop. “There is no carriage awaiting you Frau. You should come on with us to Bukovina and return tomorrow.” Whilst he spoke the horses began to neigh and snort and amongst a chorus of screams from the peasants a caleche with four horses drove up and stopped beside us. I could see that the horses were coal black and splendid animals. They were driven by a tall man with a long brown beard and a great black hat which seemed to hide his face from us. He said to the driver, “You are early tonight my friend.” The man stammered in reply. “The English Frau was in a hurry.” To which the stranger replied, “That is why, I suppose you wished him to go on to Bukovina. You cannot deceive me my friend. I know too much and my horses are swift. As he spoke he smiled and the lamplight fell on a hard looking mouth with red lips and sharp looking teeth as white as ivory. “Give me the Frau’s luggage.” With exceeding alacrity my bags were handed out and put in the caleche. Then I descended and was caught in a grip of steel. Without a word the man shook his reins and we swept into the darkness of the pass. I felt a strange chill and a lonely feeling came over me. But a cloak was thrown over my shoulders and a rug across my knees and the driver said, “The night is chill and my master the Countess bade me take all care of you. There is a flask of plum brandy underneath the seat if you should require it.” I sipped at the alcohol as we drove on. When I struck a match and by its flame looked at my watch, I was shocked to find we were within a few minutes of midnight. I felt a sick feeling of suspense as the alcohol within me ran down into my bladder. Then a dog began to howl somewhere down the road. The sound was taken up by another dog and then another as a wild howling began which seemed to come from all over whilst my body grew increasingly tense. At the first howl the horses began to strain but the driver spoke to them soothingly and they quieted down but shivered as though after a runaway from sudden fright. Then far off began a louder and sharper howling of wolves which affected the horses once more as I was terrified by the noise, my need to pee becoming ever more urgent as fear took over my body. The driver again petted and soothed the horses until they became manageable once more. Soon we were hemmed in with trees which arched right over the roadway as though we passed through a tunnel. The baying of wolves sounded nearer and nearer as though they were closing round on us from every side. I grew dreadfully afraid until my bladder lost control and I found myself wetting my underwear in my seat, the warm feeling of it making me feel nothing but shame as it ran down my legs, leaving my knickers soaking wet under my skirts. We kept ascending and I was forced to sit in the pee underneath me until the driver finally pulled up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle from whose tall black windows came no ray of light and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky. When the caleche stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand to assist me to alight. I could not but notice his prodigious strength, his hand like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had chosen. He sniffed at the air. “Did you piss on my seats?” he asked, gripping my hand tighter. I was forced to nod in response and at that gesture, he whipped me round and lifted my skirts to my waist, bending me over and raining spanking blows upon my buttocks. The slapping sound of his hands on my cheeks filled the air of the courtyard as I gasped for breath. Within a minute he seemed to tire of punishing me, his hand sliding between my legs, forcing my knees apart. I could do nothing but let him probe his way to my pussy, feeling the wetness of my panties around my ankles as he lowered his face to my bottom. His tongue plunged into my tight hole as his thick fingers entered my pussy, teasing me into a wetness the like of which I had never known. Just as I thought I would come from his ministrations, he stood up and I heard the rustling of his clothes. A moment later a rock hard shaft was pressed between the cheeks of my bottom, thrusting up and down before soaking up the wetness of my pussy. I waited for him to entire me but he moved back to my bottom and in a single motion, slammed himself into my anus. I let out a deep groan of pleasure and pain as my nerve endings screamed at the shock intrusion. He thrust back and forth in my bottom as his hand again went to my pussy, probing in me with two fingers that seemed no smaller than his cock. The feel of him grinding into me was exquisite even as I felt the shame of wetting myself still in my mind. He seemed to no longer care about punishing me, instead bringing me to sobbing orgasm that tore through my body and made him fuck me all the harder. I felt him bang his hips into my bottom as he held himself in me and then his cock pulsated deep in my bottom. I felt a gush of hot spunk spray out of him and fill my anus as he grunted in relief behind me. He fired another jet of cum into me and as he withdrew from me a final shot hit my buttocks and dripped to the floor under me. The driver jumped back into his seat, leaving me to lower my dress back into place as he shook the reins and was gone in an instant. I stood in silence for I did not know what to do. Of bell or knocker there was no sign. What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked? My bottom was filled with cum that dribbled from me as I stood there, my panties were soaking wet and I had a long solid dildo in my pocket. Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor’s clerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estate to a foreigner? Of course just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful and I am now a full blown solicitor. I began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if I should awake. It all seemed like an erotic nightmare to me and I expected I might find myself at home with my thighs coated in wetness and dawn struggling in through the windows. But my flesh answered the pinching test and my eyes were not to be deceived. I was indeed awake. All I could do was be patient and wait for the coming of morning. Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse and the great door swung back. Chapter 2Within stood a tall old woman clad in black from head to foot without a single speck of colour about her anywhere. She held in her hand an antique silver lamp in which the flame burned without chimney or globe, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door. The woman motioned me in with her right hand, saying in excellent English but with a strange intonation. “Welcome to my house. Enter freely and of your own free will!” She made no motion of stepping to meet me but stood like a statue as though her gesture of welcome had fixed her into stone. The instant I had stepped over the threshold, she moved forwards and held out her hand, grasping mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect not lessened by the fact that it seemed cold as ice, more like the hand of a dead and not living woman. “Welcome to my house. Enter freely. Go safely and leave something of the happy piss you bring.” “Countess Wetula?” She bowed as she replied, “I am Wetula and I bid you welcome Mrs Harker to my house. Come in, the night air is chill and you must need to eat and rest.” As she was speaking she put the lamp on a bracket on the wall and took my luggage, carrying it in whilst I protested. “Nay madam. You are my guest. It is late and my people are not available. Let me see to your comfort myself.” She insisted on carrying my luggage along the passage, up a great winding stair and along another passage. At the end of this she threw open a heavy door and I rejoiced to see within a well lit room in which a table was spread for supper and on whose mighty hearth a great fire of logs flamed and flared. The Countess halted, putting down my bags, closed the door and crossing the room, opened another door which led into a small room with no windows, lit by a single lamp. She motioned me to enter and it was a welcome sight for here was a great bedroom well lighted and warmed with another log fire. The Countess withdrew, saying before she closed the door, “You will need after your journey to refresh yourself by making your toilet. I trust you will find all you wish. When you are ready, come into the other room where you will find your supper prepared.” I looked around for a chamber pot to make use of but found none and was forced to leave the bedroom whilst again needing to pee. I found supper laid out and my host stood beside the fireplace, leaning against the stonework. “Pray be seated and sup how you please. Excuse me that I do not join you but I have dined already and I do not drink.” I handed to her the sealed letter which Mr Hawkins had entrusted to me. She opened it and read it then handed it to me to read also. “I must regret that my weak bladder forbids me to travel but I am happy to send a sufficient substitute in whom I have every confidence. She is young woman, full of energy and talent. She is discreet and silent and ready to attend on you and take any instructions you give in all matters.” The Countess took the cover off a dish and I fell to on an excellent roast chicken. This came with cheese and salad, and despite my need to pee I enjoyed two glasses of fine old tokay. During the time I was eating the Countess asked many questions of my journey and I told her by degrees all I had experienced. By the time I had finished the Countess had given me chance to observe her physiognomy. She had a strong face with high bridge of thin nose and ached nostrils. The mouth was fixed and cruel looking with peculiarly sharp white teeth that protruded somewhat over the lips. For the rest her ears were pale and extremely pointed at the tops. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor. Her hands were white and fine but the nails were cut to a sharp point. She looked out to the window as down in the valley I heard the howling of many wolves. “Listen to them the children of the night, what music they make. But you must be tired. Your bedroom is ready and tomorrow you shall sleep as late as you will. I will be away until the afternoon so sleep well and dream well.” With a courteous bow she opened the door and I entered my bedroom. I searched again for a chamber pot but finding none, was forced to retrieve my empty tokay goblet. I undressed, the heat of the fire making my body swelter, sweat forming on my skin as I pressed the goblet to my pussy and unleashed a torrent of piss. As it escaped me I couldn’t help but remember the dildo I had been given and I reached over to retrieve it from my pocket, sliding it up into me as I lowered the goblet, feeling a strange sensation within me as my pee ran over my fingers. I fucked my pussy even once I had finished peeing, not stopping for an instant until I reached a shuddering climax, my legs almost giving way under me as I stood by the fire. Unsure what to do with the pee filled goblet I tossed the contents onto the fire before climbing naked into bed and pulling the covers over me, my pussy still contracting as my orgasm faded away. I lay down in a sea of wonders. I doubt, I fear, I think strange things as I question what else may occur during the rest of my stay at Countess Wetula’s castle. 7 May – It is again early morning and I have rested and enjoyed the last twenty four hours. I slept until late in the day and awoke with a bursting bladder. When I dressed myself I went into the room where we had supped and found a cold breakfast laid out with coffee kept hot by the pot being placed on the hearth. There was a card on the table, on which was written, “I have to be absent for a while. Do not wait for me. W.” I set to and enjoyed the meal, all the time wondering whether I must again make use of the tokay goblet but I could find it nowhere. I tried to lift the coffee pot but the handle scorched my hand. I waited for the fire to die down, hoping the pot would cool. I paced back and forth upon the floor once I had supped, feeling the need to pee building all the time. Glancing around I saw no option other than to find a corner of the room to soil. I shook my head, unwilling to debase my surroundings in such a way. Finally I thought of a solution, wrapping my dress around my hand and pulling the pot from the hearth. I opened the lid and stood over it, unwilling to squat and risk burning my legs on the hot metal. I aimed as best I could at the hole in the top and let my bladder relax. A trickle at first ran down my thigh but it soon strengthened into a flow that primarily ran into the pot even as stray droplets splashed the floor and my legs. As I peed, I sighed loudly, the sense of relief palpable as I was finally able to calm my bestirred spirits. Once I had finished my toilet, I left the pot upon the floor and decided to explore the house. I found certain odd deficiencies considering the extraordinary display of wealth around me. The table service was of gold and of immense value. The curtains and upholstery are of the costliest and most beautiful fabrics and must have been of fabulous value when made for they are centuries old and worn and frayed. And yet in none of the rooms is there a mirror or a toilet. I had to use my mirror from my personal effects to adjust my makeup. I have not yet seen a servant anywhere or heard a sound except the howling of wolves. Sometime after I had finished my meal I looked about for something to read for I did not like to wander around the castle too far without the Countess’s permission. There was nothing in my room, no book, newspaper or even writing materials. I opened another door and found a sort of library. The door opposite mine I tried but found locked. In the library to my great delight I found a vast number of erotic books in English, whole shelves full of them and bound volumes of magazines filled with lithographs and woodcuts of the most obscene nature. A table in the centre was littered with English magazines and newspapers of a similar vein, containing etchings and inkings of scenes the like of which I could scarcely believe possible in reality. Whilst I was looking at the books, the door opened and the Countess entered. She saluted me in a hearty way and hoped that I had had a good night’s rest. “I am glad you found your way into my pornographic library for I am sure there is much that will interest you. These companions, “ and here she laid her hand on some of the books, “have been good friends to me and for some years past ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many hours of pleasure. Through them I have come to know the women of your great England and to know them is to love them. I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London to be in the midst of the whirl of whores and the push of prostitutes. But alas! As yet I only know so little of your language.” “But Countess, you know and speak English thoroughly.” Se bowed gravely. “I thank you my friend for your all too flattering estimate but yet I know the grammar and words and not how to speak them.” “You speak excellently.” “Not so. Here I am a noble. The common people know me and can indulge my predilections but a stranger in a strange land is no one. You come to me not alone as an agent to tell me of my new estate. You shall, I trust, rest here with me a while so that by our talking I may learn the English intonation. And I would that you tell me when I make even the smallest of errors.” I said I was willing and asked if I could indulge in the library when I chose. “Most certainly. You may go anywhere in the castle you wish except where the doors are locked where of course you will not wish to go. We are in Transylvania and not England. Our ways are not your ways and there shall be to you many strange things.” This led to much conversation. I asked her of some of the strange things I had seen on my journey here and she talked for a long time before finally changing the subject. “Come tell me of London and the house you have procured for me.” With an apology for my remissness I went into my room and retrieved my papers. Whilst placing them in order I heard a rattling and turned to find the table had been cleared and the lamp lit. The lamps were also lit in the library and the Countess was lying on the sofa reading a book about the art of anal sex with certain choice objects. I thought of the dildo in my pocket but decided not to mention it for fear of offending her. When I came in she cleared the table and I set down the plans and deeds. He asked many questions and I answered as I could telling him about the house and its twenty acres surrounded by solid stone. There were many trees on the estate and a deep pond fed by springs. The Countess loved to hear of all. Presently with an excuse he left me and I looked at the erotic book, finding inside a map of England folded into quarters. Upon examining the map I saw rings marking places. One was near London, another Exeter and a third was Whitby on the Yorkshire coast. I refolded the map and began to examine the book closer. The images within brought out a manifest desire in me to attempt some of the suggested items and I found myself glancing around the room but could see nothing of which I could make use for such a purpose. I picked up another book which seemed to contain only pictures of women copulating in a variety of poses with accompanying stories of the filthiest kind. As I read, my heart began to beat faster and hearing no sign of the Countess returning, I allowed my hand to move slowly down my body until my nipples were found. I tugged at them through my dress, stroking them softly until they were hard and tingling. I read on, turning the page to see an image of one woman tied by her limbs to a table as another sat upon her face, her features clearly displaying her pleasure at the sensation. I wondered what it would be like to be constrained in such a way, unable to breathe anything but the scent of the woman above me. My hand moved lower as my pussy began to drip with desire. I reached under my dress and slid my hand up my thigh, stroking the soft skin that puckered under my touch until I found my soaking wet labia. I rubbed at my waiting clit with the palm of my hand whilst sliding two fingers into my pussy. I slowly fucked my hole as I read further into the book, picturing myself the entire time as the woman tied to the table, being used for the pleasure of others in a way that I knew I would never gain the opportunity to try in reality. My limbs soon began to tense up and my toes curled as my clit throbbed ever stronger until a sensation of pure joy burst from it and spread through my body. I allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over me as I panted quietly and at that moment I heard the sound of footsteps in the hall outside. I quickly withdrew my fingers and pushed my dress down, licking the juices from them to prevent any suspicion being aroused. My cheeks were still flushed as the Countess entered, smiling at the sight of the erotic book at my side. “There is no shame in enjoying my library in the way it was intended,” she said cryptically. “But supper is ready.” She took my arm and we went into the next room where I found an excellent supper on the table. The Countess again excused herself as having dined when away from home. But she sat and chatted whilst I ate. Afterwards we spoke for hours until it became very late and I was increasingly desirous of the toilet. All at once I heard the crow of the cock coming up with shrillness through the clear morning air and realised we had conversed away the entire night. Countess Wetula jumped to her feet. “Why there is morning again. How remiss I am to let you stay up so long.” With a courtly bow, she left me and I ran through to my room in urgent need of somewhere to urinate. I could see nowhere that was suitable, reminding myself that little had changed in a day to assist my needs. I looked along the dinner table but was surprised to find it had been emptied whilst I was at my bedchamber. I went over to the window and glanced out, seeing an empty courtyard beyond. A chill wind hit me and I shuddered, a trickle or piss leaking from me and soaking into my knickers. I paced back and forth, my hand between my legs as I tried to decide what to do. There seemed little option but to make use of the window and thus I lifted my dress to expose my pussy to the cold air of the morning, hoping none might see me in such a position. Thrusting my hips forwards I pressed myself to the sill and pushed with all my might, wanting to get this over with in all possible haste. Immediately a fountain of piss sprayed out of pee and went sinking down to the courtyard like a fall of rain. I almost found humour in the sight of my self created shower of yellow rain. My body felt instantly better as I pushed every last droplet from myself. Once finished I pulled the curtains closed, shame taking over my body at the thought of what I had just undertaken. With that I sat and wrote of this day. 8 May – I feared as I wrote here that I was too diffuse but now I am glad of the detail for there is something so strange here that I am becoming uneasy and wish I were safe out of it in a location which at least could provide me with toilets. There is no one even to speak to except the Countess and I fear I may be the only living soul here. Let me say at once how I stand. I slept a few hours when I went to bed before I got up. I hung my mirror by the window to apply my makeup and a desire to masturbate overtook me. I leaned back on my seat and lifted my legs to the window ledge either side of the mirror, glancing at my own pussy in the glass. I was just sliding my fingers into my hole when I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard the Countess say, “Good morning.” I jumped backwards for it amazed me that I had not seen her in the mirror. In starting I wet myself a little but did not notice it. I turned back to the glass but there could be no error for the woman was close to me and I could see her over my shoulder but there was no reflection of her in the mirror. The whole room behind me was displayed but no sign of any woman except myself. I blushed as I hid my body under my clothing but the Countess mentioned nothing of my indiscretion. At the instant I noticed my knickers were damp with urine, I looked around for a fresh pair to change into. When the Countess saw my panties, she lunged at my pussy with demonic fury, her eyes blazing. As she lunged for me, her hand hit the dildo sticking out of my pocket and in an instant the fury passed so quickly I could hardly believe it was ever there. “Take care,” she said when you wet yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country.” Seizing the mirror she went on. “And this is the wretched thing that caused the mischief. Away with it!” And opening the window she flung out the glass which shattered in the courtyard below. Then she withdrew without a word. It is very annoying for I know not how to apply my makeup without the mirror. When I went into the dining room breakfast was prepared but the Countess was nowhere to be seen. It is strange that I have never seen her eat or drink. After breakfast I explored the castle and found a room looking south. The view was magnificent. The castle is on the edge of a terrific precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything. As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops. But I cannot describe beauty as when I had seen the view I explored further, becoming needful of the toilet and hoping to find at least one but found only doors everywhere and all locked and bolted. In no places save from the windows is there an available exit. The castle is a prison and I am a desperate prisoner. When I found that I was a prisoner a wild feeling came over me. I rushed up and down stairs, trying every door but after a while a feeling of helplessness overcame me. I sat down at last, rocking back and forth on a step as my bladder threatened to explode and thought what was to be done. Of one thing I am certain. It is no use making my ideas known to the Countess. She knows I am imprisoned and doubtless has her own motives. My only plan will be to keep my knowledge and fears to myself and my eyes open. I had hardly reached this conclusion when I heard the great door below shut and knew the Countess had returned. She did not come to the library so I went to my own room to again pee from the window but I found her making the bed. This was odd but only confirmed there were no servants in the house. Once she had left my chambers I went to the window and again raised my dress, having no choice but to pee into the open air once more, my body greatly relieved as piss gushed from me and sank to the courtyard, pooling on the stone below. As I peed I became increasingly aroused, the feel of the wind on my clitoris joining the touch of my fingers until I had to come. Bless the woman who gave me the dildo. It gives me comfort and strength to touch it. I made use of it at the window, feeling a strange sense of exhilaration that someone may observe me in my enjoyment. I slid the dildo into my pussy and fucked myself as fast as I could, wanting only to achieve climax in as little time as could be managed. Within a minute I felt the familiar building sensation and then it burst from my pussy as the dildo squelched in and out. I finally let it slide out as my body recovered from the powerful orgasm I had just enjoyed. I turned and saw the Countess laying the table in the dining room, confirming there was no one here but her. I must find out all I can about Countess Wetula that I might find it useful to understand her better. 12 May – Let me begin with facts of which there can be no doubt. Last evening the Countess asked me questions on legal matters. She asked if a woman might have two or more solicitors. I told her she might have a dozen but it would be wise to have only one in each transaction as only one could act at a time. She seemed to understand, asking if one could attend banking and another shipping in case local help were needed far from the banking help. I asked her to explain. “Let me say you are at Exeter which is far from London. Now suppose I was to ship goods to Newcastle or Durham might I not have a solicitor in each port? Could I be at liberty to direct myself?” “Of course.” “Good.” She went on to ask about how to make consignments before asking if I had written home yet. I replied that I had not as I had no way of sending letters. “Then write to your friend and say you shall stay on with me another month.” “Do you wish me to stay so long?” “I desire it much and will take no refusal.” What could I do but accept? She handed me three sheets of notepaper and three envelopes. When I had written my letters I sat and read whilst the Countess wrote several notes. Then she took up mine and placed them with her own on the table before leaving. As soon as she was gone I looked at her letters. One was addressed to Samuel Billington in Whitby, another to Herr Leutner, the third to Coutts and Co and the fourth to Herren Klopstock and Billreuth in Budapest. I was about to read the contents when I saw the door handle move. I was back in my seat when the Countess entered, taking up the letters and stamping them carefully. “I trust you will forgive but I have much to do in private this evening. Let me advise you thought that you should not go to masturbate in any other part of the castle. It is old and causes bad experiences to those who wank unwisely. Be warned that if arousal should overcome you, you should hasten to your own chamber or to here for your climax to be safe.” Later – I endorse the last words written but I have no fear of masturbating elsewhere in the castle. I have the dildo in my bed with me and there it shall remain. When he left I went to my room and then out to the stair to look out to the south. As I glanced out of the window I caught sight of movement a storey below me. I imagined it was the Countess’s own room. As I looked I saw her head come from her window and then she climbed out and began to crawl down the castle wall with her cloak around her like great wings. At first I could not believe my eyes but there was no delusion. What manner of woman is this? 15 May – I have once again seen the Countess leave in her lizard fashion. She vanished into some hole lower down but I could not access any rooms in that area of the castle until a door older than any I had seen gave way and let me enter a chamber filled with ancient furniture. I sat here to write when I felt horny. The Countess’s warning came into my mind but I took pleasure in disobeying it. I drew out a great couch and lay upon it, uncaring for the dust under me as I composed myself for orgasm. I closed my eyes and lifted my dress, squeezing my thighs together as a need to pee grew within me. The desperation aroused me more than I thought possible and I fought not to wet myself as I grew closer to an orgasm without yet having touched myself. I achieved a climax just from my urgent need to pee and the pleasure in my brain made me sleepy and I seemed to drift away, coming to and finding three young naked women opposite me. Two were dark and the other was fair. All three had brilliant white teeth. I felt in my heart a burning desire that they should kiss me with those red lips and let me urinate over them. They whispered and laughed together as the two dark haired girls urged on the fair haired one. “Go on! You are first and we shall follow. Yours is the right to begin.” “She is young and strong. There are wets for us all.” I lay quiet as the fair girl advanced. She went on her knees and bent towards me, licking her lips like an animal. Her lips went to my pussy and seemed to fasten onto it. I heard the churning sound of her tongue as she licked her lips again, her hot breath on my clit. The skin of my pussy began to tingle and I felt the touch of her lips on the super sensitive skin of my clit. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and waited with beating heart, feeling a drop of piss escape me. At that instant another sensation swept through me and I was conscious of the presence of the Countess. She was furious, grabbing the slender neck of the fair woman, her eyes blazing. “How dare you drink from her any of you when I had forbidden it? Back all of you! This woman belongs to me.” The fair girl laughed. “You never loved.” The other women laughed also and it seemed as the mirthless pleasure of fiends. The Countess turned to me and said, “Yes I can love. I promise you that when I am done with her, you shall drink her piss at your will. Now go!” “Are we to have nothing tonight,” said one of them. For answer he threw a bag on the floor which moved as though there were some living thing in it. One of the women opened the bag and a naked woman emerged, squirming and wriggling and clearly in need of urinating. The three women opened their mouths as the woman as if in a daze pissed into one mouth after another. A dizziness overcame me and I sank into unconsciousness. I awoke in my own bed. If I had not dreamed the Countess must have carried me here. My clothes were folded in a way which was not my habit. My watch was unwound. If the Countess carried me here and undressed me, she must have hurried for she did not find this diary or my dildo or I am sure she would have taken and destroyed both. As I look around this room it is a sanctuary now for out there are those awful women who are waiting to drink my pee. 18 May – I have been down to look at that room again but the doorway has been forced against the jamb and the door fastened from the inside. I fear it was no dream and I must act on this. 19 May – Last night the Countess asked me to write three letters. One saying that my work was nearly done and I should start home soon, another that I was starting that morning and the last that I had left the castle and arrived at Pissritz. I would fain have rebelled but knew it would be madness to quarrel openly with the Countess. I asked when I should date the letters. “The first should be June 12, the second June 19 and the third June 29.” I know now the span of my life. 28 May – There is a chance of escape or at least of being able to send word home. A band of gipsies are encamped in the courtyard. I shall write letters home and try to get them posted. I have written the letters, Mina’s in shorthand and Mr Hawkins to ask him to speak to her. To her I have explained my situation. I have given the letters with a gold piece and the man pressed them to his heart and made gesture that it was not payment enough. Given his ability to mime I was able to ascertain that he was desirous of seeing me masturbate and piss for him. Reluctantly I stood at the window with my clothes laid on the bed beside me. As they watched I ran my hands over my body, finding their stares turning me on far more than I had expected. My pussy became damp as my need to pee grew stronger. I thrust my body forwards and let fly the entirety of the urine in my body which hit the man below me square in the face. He lapped at the golden fluid as I ran my fingers through the flow, enjoying the heat upon my chill hand. I took my dildo and thrust it into me whilst still peeing, turning away and pointing my bottom out of the window at the men below. I spread my cheeks apart and nudged the dildo into my hole, gasping at the stretching sensation whilst the last drops of pee ran down my legs. Moving my free hand to my clit, I rubbed frantically at it whilst fucking my arse as hard as I could manage, bringing myself to a screaming orgasm moments later. When I turned round the men were gone. I could do no more so I stole back to the library to read. The Countess came in and held out two letters. “The gipsies gave me these,” she said. “One is from you to Peter Hawkins but the other is a vile thing and is not signed so cannot matter.” He held the letter in shorthand to the flame of the lamp until it was consumed. “The letter to Hawkins I shall send as it is yours. Your pardon that I broke the seal. Will you cover it again?” With that he held out the letter with a clean envelope. I handed it back in silence and he left, locking the door behind him. An hour or two passed and I began to need to pee once again. Looking at the erotic materials around me, I sought one that I might make use of with the dildo in my pocket. Finally I settled upon a work which described a woman used by a group of men in such a way that every entrance to her were filled by an appendage of theirs. I thought of the group of men outside the window and lay on the couch, thinking of them tearing my clothes from me whilst I slid the dildo into myself. My need to pee made my arousal all the more intense and I found myself picturing each of the men fucking me in turn, their cocks sliding into every hole available one after another whilst I could only do my best to pleasure them in however they saw fit. I moved the dildo at lightning speed deep into my pussy, my bladder screaming for relief as I reached a shuddering climax. I saw an empty vase in the corner and ran to it, pulling the dildo from me as the first trickles of pee ran down my legs. I lowered myself over the vase as the floodgates opened and piss spurted out of me, filling the vase in seconds as I sighed happily, my pussy still throbbing with the remnants of my climax. I had barely finished peeing when the Countess returned and sent me on to bed. I passed to my rooms and slept without dreaming. 31 May – This morning I went to fetch papers from my bag to write again but every scrap was gone. I saw and pondered before looking in my wardrobe. My suitcase was gone as was my overcoat and rug. 17 June – As I sat on my bed thinking hard I heard a cracking of whips and a great pair of wagons drove into the yard below. I cried out to the drivers and they looked up at me blankly. I attempted masturbating for them but the head of the gipsies appeared, pointed up at me and said something which made them laugh. Henceforth no erotic effort of mine would make them even look at me. When their empty boxes were unloaded they were given money by the gipsy before riding away. 24 June – Last night the Countess left me early and locked herself in her room. Something is going on for I can hear the gipsies working nearby, hearing the sound of flushing toilets. I was at the window overlooking the Countess’s room when I saw her emerge in my travelling clothes with the bag I had seen given to the evil women. This was her scheme then, that others will see me so they think and she will leave evidence I have been seen in towns posting my own letters and wickedness achieved shall be attributed to me. It makes me rage to think this can go on and whilst I am shut up here. I returned to my room when I heard in the courtyard the cry of a woman. I looked out of the window and saw her, a stranger distressed with running. When she saw my face she shouted up, “Monster give me my partner!” She threw herself on her knees and tore at her hair before throwing herself against the door. Somewhere high above I heard the Countess call and her call was answered by the howling of wolves who poured in as a pack to the courtyard. There was no cry from the woman but I knew what had happened as the wolves slunk away licking their lips. What am I to do? How can I escape this place? 25 June – I must take action of some sort. Last night of my post dated letters went to post, the first of that fatal series that will blot out every trace of my existence. Action is needed. I have seen her crawl from her window. Why should I not go in by the same route? Later – I have made the effort and come safely to this room. I must put down every detail in order. The room was empty, furnished with things which seemed to have never been used. I looked for the key but it was not in the lock. The only thing I found was a great heap of gold and money in one corner, none of it less than three hundred years old. At one corner of the room was a heavy door. It was open and led through a stone passage to a stairway which went steeply down. I descended minding carefully until I came to a room which shocked me to my core. For here was the most elaborate of bathrooms, the like of which I had never before encounters. Porcelain toilet bowls were laid out in individual stalls, each pristine and spotless. The walls were covered with fine mosaics and the rolls of paper were of the softest kind. There was nobody about and I went around the bathroom looking in every corner when I came to the final stall, the door closed. I pushed it open and there was the Countess. She was either dead or asleep but her eyes were open and stony, the cheeks having the warmth of life but there was no sign of pulse or breathing. I bent over her and looked for signs of life but saw none. I turned to the toilet beside hers and sat upon it, lifting my dress and finally enjoying urinating in the correct manner for the first time since arriving at the castle. As I peed I could not help but become aroused and so I began to let my fingers play with the flow of pee, enjoying the hot wetness of it upon my hands as I stroked at my labia. But a fear overtook me from nowhere that the Countess may awaken and so I lowered my dress once more, returning to my room by the manner of again climbing the castle wall. 29 June – Today is the date of my last letter and the Countess has taken steps to prove it was genuine for I saw him leave in my clothes once again. I walked to the library and distracted my fears by reading of a threesome between woman and two men. I read the story with great concentration, picturing myself held between two men, one sliding into my bottom, the other into my pussy, being crushed between them as they both came inside me, me solely responsible for their pleasure. I brought myself to a shuddering orgasm whilst thinking of their emissions spurting into my body and as my climax faded I drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by the Countess who looked at me and said, “Tomorrow we must part. You return to England, I to some work which may mean we never meet. Your letter has been despatched. All is ready for your journey. In the morning my carriage will come for you and bear you away but I hope I shall see more of you at Castle Wetula.” When I was in my room and about to lie down I heard a whispering at my door. “Back to your place. Tonight is mine. Tomorrow night is yours.” There was a ripple of laughter and I opened the door to see the three women running away. 30 June – These may be the last words I write. I slept until before dawn, waking up and not needing a pee for the first time since arriving. I ran down the hall to the great door but it would not open. I scaled the walls to the Countess’s room and down to the bathroom below. There in one of the boxes brought to the castle was the Countess. She looked as if her youth had been half restored. Her white hair was dark grey, her cheeks fuller, her mouth redder than ever and on the lips were drops of urine which ran over her chin and neck. She looked as if she had simply gorged on piss. This was the being I was helping to transfer to London who might for centuries to come satiate her desire for urine and create a circle of others to batten on the helpless. There came the sound of a gipsy song outside and I ran from the place, listening as the great door opened and closed again. When I reached it I found it locked and as I write I hear the sound of tramping feet below me, no doubt the boxes being set down heavily and lids hammered into place. In the courtyard I can hear the crack of whips and I am left alone in the castle with those horrible women. I shall not remain alone here with them. I shall try to scale the castle wall further than ever. I shall take some of the gold with me lest I need it. I may yet find a way from this dreadful place. And then away for home to the quickest train. Goodbye all. Chapter 3 Letter from Mina Murray to Lucy Wetenra 9 May My dearest Lucy, Forgive my delay in writing but I have been overwhelmed with work. The life of an assistant brothel keeper is sometimes trying. I long to be with you and by the sea where we can talk and piss together freely. I have been working very hard and practising shorthand. I have had a few lines from Jennifer in Transylvania. She is well and will return soon. I long to hear her news and taste her above my face once more. Goodbye. Your loving Mina Letter from Lucy to Mina Wednesday My dearest Mina, I have nothing to interest you. Town is very pleasant I met some time ago a woman who would do for you if you were not engaged to Jennifer. She is well off and of good birth, a doctor with the most enormous breasts. She is only nine and twenty and yet has an immense lunatic asylum under her care. She has a curious habit of looking down my top at every opportunity. That is all Mina. We have told our secrets to each other since we were children. We have slept together and eaten together and laughed and cried and fucked. I am blushing as I write as my thoughts dwell upon the time we slept together before you met Jennifer. Do you recall the night of Mamma’s birthday when we retired late to my room as that storm raged outside. I was all a shiver due to my fear of thunder and you held me in your arms until I was still again. But you did not let go did you? Instead you raised my nightgown until my body was exposed to your gaze and then you slid down me, kissing as you went until you finally reached your goal. You made me pee in your mouth, the first time I had ever undertaken such a thing and it aroused me beyond belief to see you indulge in my emissions as if you were dying of thirst. When you kissed my pussy that night I almost melted away into thin air or floated off into the heavens. Your fingers inside me were the most exquisite of things and you brought me to an orgasm the like of which I have not experienced since. I kissed you and tasted my piss and my arousal in your mouth whilst you stared happily into my eyes. Why do I repeat this here? Well I have fallen in love with a lady of whom I cannot stop imagining indulging in drinking her pee in the way you did mine. I think she may love me though she had not told me so. But oh I do love her Mina! I love her. There, that does me good. I wish I were with you, sitting by the fire and undressing so I could tell you how I feel and demonstrate what I wish she would do to me. Let me hear from you at once and tell me all that you think about it. Lucy Letter from Lucy to Mina 24 May My dearest Mina Thanks and thanks again for your sweet letter. It is lovely to have your sympathy. It never rains pee but it pours piss. Here I am about to be twenty and never had a proposal and yet today I had three. One came before lunch. Dr June Seward, the lunatic asylum woman with enormous breasts and good skin. She was cool but nervous and told me how dear I was to her and how she wished I cared for her. When she saw me cry I told her there was already someone and she wished me well before planting a kiss on my lips. I knew not what to do nor how to react as she took me in her arms and escorted me into the garden. Once there she stripped me of every stitch of clothing upon my body before laying me down on the damp grass. She embraced every last inch of me including delving deeply between my buttocks in a way that I never realised could be so enjoyable. Her tongue dipped inside my bottom and her fingers into my pussy as she draped my legs over her shoulders. As she fucked me with her hand, I felt the need to pee and began to wriggle with desperation. She would not let me rise though, instead insisting that I produce upon her. I did as she wished, my heart racing as my pee dribbled down her chin and onto her waiting bosom. She revelled in my piss dear Mina, bringing me to an orgasm with her hand before I even had chance to finish urinating. My whole body shook when I came and as I lay panting for breath she moved up me, lifting her dress whilst I moved my hands to her breasts which had spilled over her top. I toyed with her nipples as she sat upon my face and returned the piss I had given her with that of her own. She peed directly into my mouth Mina and the taste was such that I thought I was dreaming, it was too pleasant to be real. As she peed, I let my tongue slide into the wet folds of her cunt and she gasped and moaned and writhed as if she wanted me to move ever deeper into her. She rubbed her clit as she finished peeing and soon after I brought her to a trembling climax that made her scream so loudly I could hear the neighbours call out, asking if there was an issue at hand. I shouted that we were fine as best I could from under her pussy and she giggled above me before helping me to my feet and bidding me farewell, hoping I would be happy. Number two came after lunch. This was a nice fellow from Texas in America. He looked young and fresh and yet was older than me. Mr Quincy Morris sat beside me and looked happy and jolly but nervous all the same. He took my hand in his and said, “Miss Lucy, I know I ain’t good enough to lace your boots but will you hitch up alongside me and let us go down the long road together?” He looked so serious that I found it hard to deny him his wish as he poured out a torrent of love making. He ripped my clothes from me in an instant and removed his own in the same moment such that we were both naked within my parlour. His appendage was so large and standing proudly that I could not help but lower myself to my knees and take him into my mouth, being desirous of the taste of his hot hardness. He filled my mouth to the back of my throat as he gripped my hair and made me fuck him with my lips, my tongue running over the length of his shaft as he stared down at me. Soon he felt teased enough and spun me round and bent me over the couch. He groped at my buttocks as he slid his cock between them, making my pussy damp with desire. “Piss on me,” he said, holding his cock directly against my labia. I let my bladder relax and hot urine did flow over his cock which seemed to become harder than ever. Whilst I continued to pee he used the juices of my arousal to lubricate himself in such a way that he could enter my bottom, making me gasp out loud at the way I stretched wide apart to allow him entry. He slid all the way into my anus whilst his hand moved to my clit and began toying with it. I rocked back and forth upon him until I reached an orgasm so powerful I almost fell to the ground, only his tool within me keeping me upright. After I had climaxed he moved faster and began slamming into me until I heard him grunt and felt his cock spasming deep within me. A moment later hot spunk filled my bottom and the sensation of it within me sent another orgasm through my body. He spurted more cum into me before slowly withdrawing, kissing his way up my back before collapsing beside me on the couch. “I cannot marry you,” I said when my breathing had returned to normal. He asked if there was another and I told him straight. “There is one I love though he had not yet told me he loves me.” He wished me luck and gave me a final kiss before gathering up his clothes and withdrawing, leaving me to feel his emissions seep back out of me as my little clit throbbed with desire for more. This quite upset me and I don’t wish to tell you of number three until it can all be happy. Ever your loving Lucy PS Of number three I must speak. She came into my room and kissed me before I even had a chance to speak. In less than a minute I was naked for the third time this day. I don’t know what I did to deserve such pleasure but she tied me to my bed with my own stockings and made use of a beautiful smooth glass cock attached to her hips with fabric straps to fuck me whilst all the time staring into my eyes. She fucked me slowly until I burst with joy, my body writhing to free myself from the bonds that held me in place. I enjoyed one climax after another until she withdrew, leaving me exhausted as she leaned back and let a gushing torrent of piss escape her, spraying all over my captive body, sending me into further paroxysms of ecstasy. She then forced me to watch her fuck herself with the dildo until she came not once but thrice in quick succession, never taking her eyes from me for an instant. I must show her that I am grateful to her for being such a lover and a friend. Goodbye. Dr Seward’s Diary 25 May – Cannot eat, cannot rest. Since my rebuff after such a sexual encounter I have an empty feeling. As I knew the only cure would be to tease my patients I picked out once who afforded me a study of much interest. He is so quaint I am determined to understand him. He refuses to ever reach an orgasm, believing such enjoyment to be the work of the devil. And yet when I stood in his cell and began a striptease, his cock stiffened under his nightdress until I could resist no longer. I took hold of it with my cool hands and stroked the length of it whilst lowering my mouth to the head, licking the fluid which appeared there. He shook his head as if wishing me to stop but then took hold of my hair and drove himself into my mouth. He fucked me until I could no longer breathe, my eyes wild as he grunted deeply and spurted cum into the back of my throat. He finally let me go and I gasped for breath, wiping spunk from my chin as I stood up and withdrew to the ward. Letter from Quincy Morris to Anthea Holmwood 25 May My dear Ant We’ve told yarns before and I have such a one for you about my latest conquest despite the rejection I was forced to endure afterwards. I ask you to come to my campfire tomorrow night as our friend June Seward will be there and we can mingle our sorrow to drink to the health of whomever has won the heart of our fondest friend Lucy. We promise you a hearty welcome. Yours as ever Quincy Telegram from Arthur to Quincy 26 May Count me in. I bear messages to make your cunt tingle. Ant Mina Murray’s Journal 24 July – Whitby – Lucy met me at the station and drove me up to the house. This is a lovely place. Right over the town is the ruin of the abbey which was sacked by the Danes. It is a noble ruin of immense size and I walked around it for so long I was bursting to pee by the end. There were no toilets to be found and people everywhere such that I felt I might explode at any moment if I could not find a secluded spot. I walked out beside Mina as she held my hand and tried to calm me although I knew she was also aroused by the sight of my desperation. Behind the churchyard there was a hummock of grass and if kneeling we would still be visible so we both lay on the grass behind it out of sight of the populace. It is not easy to pee whilst laid down I must confess. I lifted my dress to my waist and shuffled down my knickers whilst Mina did the same and at the sight of her pussy I was reminded of those times we had copulated together in the past before her engagement to Jennifer. I could not resist tasting her one final time, rolling towards her even as my bladder threatened to release the waterfall at any moment. She rolled in my direction at the same moment and I ended up on top of her with my face by her pussy and her face by my own. We began to urinate at the exact same instant, her piss flowing into my open mouth as mine did the same to her. I heard a noise above the hissing sound and looked up to see a group of people had found our hiding place and were staring at us in silence. I could not stop peeing even if I wished to and the sight of their eyes upon us drove my arousal upwards to new peaks that could not be contained. I began to finger her as she slid her thumb directly into my bottom, lapping at my clit as I moaned above her. We ended peeing at last but neither of us moved, knowing the audience expected a show. I writhed upon her as she brought me to an orgasm with her expert fingers and wilful tongue. I gasped into her pussy as I fucked her with as much of my hand as I could manage, all the time sucking her little clit into my mouth until she reached one and then a second climax in quick succession, each tearing through her body and making her sob with pleasure. When we had recovered we received a round of applause and then the people melted away, leaving us alone to adjust our dresses and stand once more, acting for all the world as if nothing untoward had just occurred. We walked around the graves of the churchyard and I found myself thinking I should often come here to write as I do now, listening to the waves below me beside the harbour. I heard a legend that when a ship is lost bells are heard at sea. I must ask about this and an old man is passing, I shall inquire of him. He was a funny old man. He told me the legend of the bells was nonsense but he heard tell of a shipwreck which caused every woman and man in the town to wet themselves at the same instant. At the thought of such an occurrence I felt my pussy dampen and the man seemed to sense my arousal as he went into great detail of the humiliation endured by countless people wetting their trousers and skirts. As he spoke I began to squirm in my seat, rubbing my thighs together to ease the itch within my clit. The man sat on the bench beside me and placed my blanket over both of our laps. Whilst looking out to sea his hand slid to my dress, finding its way up inside whilst I fumbled at the buttons of his trousers. He plunged his fingers into me as I took hold of his hard cock and whilst we both maintained innocent faces to any passing, he fucked me slowly and deeply as I jerked my hand along the shaft of his cock, all the time him telling me more tales of folk wetting themselves within the town. His thumb brushed over my clit and I had to let out a gasp, biting my lip to keep from crying out with joy. I heard his breathing deepen and then his cock twitched in my hand. I dived under the blanket and caught the spunk that jetted from him in my mouth, swallowing quickly before squeezing the remaining droplets from him, savouring the salty taste of the old seadog. He maintained his movement within me as I brought my head out once more, licking my lips whilst he teased me to a powerful climax that I had to fight to resist revealing to the world, my limbs shaking and my cheeks flushing red. “I must away home for my tea,” he said as he rose to his feet a moment later. He walked away and down the steps into the town. I shall go home too now once I finish writing. 1 August - I came up here an hour ago with Lucy and together we met the old man and two companions even older than he. Lucy looked sweet in her white frock and the old men wasted no time is sitting with us. I think they fell in love with her on the spot. They spoke long of their desire to be with two women at once until we felt obliged to indulge their fancy. Accordingly they took us behind the churchyard to an empty barn and we walked into the deep straw held within. There we were told to strip and so we undressed each other slowly whilst the three men did nought but watch. Once we were naked we turned to face them and they whipped off their own clothes with indecent haste. Each of them was erect already and they approached us with animal hunger in their eyes. I was forced to my knees and in a moment I had a cock in my mouth and one in each hand. I worked them as best I could but I was distracted by Lucy laid between my legs, licking hungrily at my pussy, her hands easing their way between my buttocks. The cock in my mouth was already starting to twitch as the men realised they must pace themselves yet. I was lifted to my feet and one of the men held me in his arms, standing behind me with his shaft nudging between my buttocks. Lucy was bent on all fours and a cock slid into her pussy whilst another entered her mouth. Whilst she rocked back and forth between the two men, the cock behind me found my hole and entered my bottom momentarily before withdrawing, leaving me aching for its return. I was made to straddle poor Lucy’s back whilst she rocked from one cock to another and then they indicated I was to pee on her. This I did in a second, watching their lust intensify at the sight of me wetting on my best friend. It dripped from her back as she moaned her way to her first orgasm. As she came the men withdrew from her and turned their attention to me. One laid on his back and I was lowered onto him, his cock easily sliding into my wet pussy. The next man lay atop me and I was trapped between them as he slid into my bottom, both holes feeling painfully filled at this point. As I opened my mouth to moan the final cock slid into my mouth and I was totally at their mercy. They fucked me relentlessly whilst Lucy did her best to find my clit with her hands, kissing each of us in turn shortly afterwards as I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations tearing through me. I came within a minute but they did not stop to let me rest, bringing me to so many orgasms I lost count, my body exhausted and dripping with sweat. Finally the cock in my mouth spurted cum deep into my throat and then withdrew, leaving me to swallow the spunk or risk choking on it. The two cocks in my body came within moments of each other. I felt hot cum fill my pussy and my bottom at the same moment and as they began to withdraw Lucy added to my turmoil by wetting directly upon my face, telling me it was revenge for doing the same to her. She moved her pussy to my mouth and as I lapped at her pee, I also licked her clit as the men stood and watched, one of them stroking my pussy until I came again. Lucy ground onto my face with her cunt until she reached her own climax and as it faded away, the men made their excuses and left us alone. The two of us sat awhile in the churchyard after that encounter and held hands whilst she told me about her upcoming marriage. That made me feel heartsick for I had not heard from Jennifer for a whole month. Later I came up here alone and sad for there was no letter for me. I wonder where Jennifer is and if she is thinking of me. I so wish she were here. Dr Seward’s Diary 5 June - The case of Renfield grows ever more interesting. He has certain erotic qualities which I cannot ignore but there is some scheme about him I do not understand. He has gathered a bowl of his own which he has insisted I piss into. I finally gave in today and did as he asked but the piss has remained in there ever since. 18 June – I have urinated multiple times for Renfield now and each time his cock hardens but he again refuses to orgasm. 1 July – The bowls of pee are becoming a nuisance and I insisted he get rid of them. To my surprise he picked them up one after another and drank the contents whilst I watched. I scolded him for it but he did let me touch him once more and use my mouth to bring him to a hardness which made my pussy widen in anticipation. I turned away from him and bent over, lifting my skirt to expose my pussy which he could not resist entering. He held my hips as he fucked me with his huge shaft, bringing me to orgasm twice before he did the same, spurting a molten load of cum deep inside me which dripped from me as I stepped away and pulled my skirt back into place. 8 July – He keeps a notebook filled with masses of figures. He asked if I would bring him the pee of other staff members and there seem to be no limits to his desire for more urine within his cell. 20 July – Renfield is asleep with urine upon his chin. I believe he has drunk his fill of the pee I provide once more. I gave him an opiate and whilst he was asleep I took away his pocketbook to look at. Oh Lucy how I miss you and wish your happiness was also mine. Mina Murray’s Journal 26 July – I am anxious and unhappy about Lucy and Jennifer. I have had a letter but it is only one line saying she is starting for home. Lucy has taken to walking and wanking in her sleep. We have decided to lock the door of our room every night as she has twice been found in the street by passersby with her hand within her pussy without being aware she is doing it. She is to be married in the autumn and this will not do. Miss Anthea Holmwood is coming to see Lucy before the marriage and she wants to take him up to the clifftop to show him the beauty of the town. 27 July – No news from Jennifer. Lucy walks and wanks more than ever and I am often awakened by her moving around the room, her nightdress tossed aside, her hand within her pussy or her bottom, wetting as she walks. The sight of it is intensely arousing but I am of strong enough moral fibre not to take advantage of my friend whilst she sleeps. 3 August – Still no news from Jennifer. I hope she is not ill. Lucy has not walked much in her sleep this week and it seems as if she is watching me, trying the door and searching for the key. I tried tonight to fuck her hard enough that she would sleep more soundly. Accordingly as she lay in bed I lay beside her and forced her onto her back, tying her down and raising my naked pussy above her face. I pissed into her mouth as she gasped with pleasure but I stayed not there, moving my hips so I ended my urination upon her clitoris. She screamed with frustration until I ended peeing and dived onto her pussy with my mouth, spending an hour bringing her to one climax after another. Afterwards she slept well. 6 August – No news. The suspense is dreadful. Last night the weather darkened and the fishermen say we are in for a storm. Everything is grey except the grass. The fishing boats race for home. I sat in the churchyard a little while and coastguard came along with his spyglass. He stopped to talk to me as he often does but he kept looking out at a strange ship. “She’s a Russian by the look of her but she’s knocking about in the queerest way. Look there, she is steered mighty strangely. We’ll hear more of her by tomorrow.” He went to leave when I blurted out my worries and he took my hand and offered a way we could distract each other from our cares for a little while. The gloom of the weather had emptied the land around us and we were alone so when he raised my dress I worried not about being seen. He took the thick handle of the spyglass and bade me to suck it. Once my saliva was upon it, he slid the first ridge into my pussy, surprising me with his urgency. The next ridge slid also into me and then the handle was as far into me as it could go. He bade me to fuck myself with it whilst he stood and exposed his stiffening cock. I took it into my mouth and tasted his hard heat as I used the spyglass to pleasure myself as best I could. It was not as good as a real flesh cock and I said as much to him to which he nodded and pushed me onto my back on the bench, clambering onto me and entering me an instant later. He took hold of the spyglass and moved it to between my buttocks, pushing the handle into my bottom and leaving it embedded within me. I moaned at the feel of his hard fleshy shaft plunging into me and I muttered many words of encouragement to him as he picked up speed within me, his clothes rubbing at my clit as he pressed his body against mine, the spyglass rubbing the inside of my bottom in an exquisite fashion. I reached an orgasm just as the rains began to fall. My pussy contracted around his cock which tipped him over the edge and he came deep within me whilst sighing gently, his cock twitching as one shot of cum after another poured into my cunt. Finally he withdrew and kissed me softly on the lips before retrieving the spyglass and nodding a goodbye to me, leaving me to run for home to avoid the building storm soaking me to the skin. Cutting from The Dailygraph 8 August Whitby – One of the greatest storms on record has just been experienced here. Whilst it grew ever stronger a foreign schooner with sails set was seen going westwards against the wind. The tempest broke shortly afterwards and huge waves began to break against the harbour and lighthouse. The wind roared and sea fog rolled into the land. At high tide the seafog melted away long enough to see the schooner enter the safety of the harbour. All ran to her but they found only a corpse lashed to the helm, the ship having found harbour at the hand of a dead man. The schooner drove on and pitched up on the sand and gravel at the southeast corner of the pier. The instant it touched shore an immense dog sprang from the deck and ran for the sand. Making for the steep cliff it vanished into the darkness. The next morning the doctor examined the body at the helm and declared the man had been dead for two days. Already the storm was passing and the sky beginning to redden. I shall send for the next issue details of the derelict ship. 9 August – The ship was the Depeeter and she had only a number of great boxes filled with toilet roll in her cargo. She was consigned to a Mr Billington who this morning went aboard and took possession of the toilet rolls. The dog was not to be found. The log of the ship included the following intriguing details. “17 July – The men tell me a stranger is on board, a tall thin woman unlike the crew. I shall search the ship for her. 18 July – We left no corner unturned but found nothing. 30 July – We near England amidst a storm. Men all worn out. The mate came to me telling me he had seen the woman again and attempted to stab her with his cock but the prick went through thin air. He has gone mad, telling me she resides in one of the boxes which contain only toilet paper. 4 August – Still fog. The mate was right to jump overboard. Now I am alone, the crew gone but I shall tie my hands to the wheel so that I can remain secure within the ship. Later – Whilst tied to the wheel, she came to me, lowering my trousers and taking my cock in her mouth, bringing me to stiffness with the coldest lips I have ever known. I was hypnotised by her beauty, unable to question from where she came. She made me pee on her face and I had no choice but to obey, urinating directly upon her hair as she jerked her hand along my shaft, making me harder than ever before again taking me in her mouth until I groaned with desire. She brought me to an orgasm almost as a farewell gift, licking my cum from her lips before vanishing, leaving me alone here to write these words. Mina Murray’s Journal 8 August – Lucy was restless last night and the storm fearful. Lucy did not wake but got up twice and pissed into a corner. Fortunately I awoke each time and was able to capture her pee in my mouth so it did not ruin the rug underneath her. It tasted wonderful and lingered in my mind long after she was asleep once more. 10 August – The funeral of the poor sea captain was today. Poor Lucy seemed much upset but would not say why. Perhaps it was that Swales was found dead on our bench with neck broken. There was a look of fear and horror upon Swale’s face that the men said made them shudder. I think it will be best for her to go to bed tired out so I took her for a long walk by the cliffs and stopped in a sheltered spot to order her to strip. I enjoyed taking charge in such a way and my commanding voice seemed to entice her to obey. She removed her clothes and I told her to bend over and not move, her cheeks to be held apart. I stared for some time at her bottom exposed to the light of the sun, teasing her by not touching her yet. Eventually she began to beg for contact and I gave in at last, bringing my tongue to her anus and licking as deeply inside her as I could manage. I brought her to the first of her many orgasms just by licking her bottom and as time passed I continued until my tongue did ache. When she became desirous of urinating I told her to hold it for as long as she could possibly manage and I would reward her for her diligence. She was soon wriggling and squirming and begging for relief whilst I moved her into all manner of positions, making her jog on the spot, touch her toes, indulge in sit ups and drink from a flask I had brought with me. I saw stray drops leak from her from time to time but I lapped each one away, all the time my own pussy growing wetter at the control I had over my friend. Finally I brought her pussy to my mouth and told her she could pee. In a second a torrent of piss entered my throat, the heat of it making me blink as I swallowed as quickly as I could manage before commanding her to stop. She did so with some reluctance, her hands crammed between her legs to prevent the rest escaping. I moved her onto her back, leaning her legs upwards so that her pussy was above her own face. In this partial handstand I held her knees apart and told her to pee. “But it will go on my own face,” she said, looking up at me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. She sighed and then a fountain of pee erupted from her, running back down her chest to splash onto her face. I bade her to swallow it as I began to fuck her pussy with two of my fingers. She gasped and rocked against my body as I watched her cunt contract, an orgasm tearing through her. After her climax faded I lowered her to the ground and licked the pee from her face, loving the taste of it whilst her fingers went to my clit. We fucked like that, hands on each other, for some time before I set her on all fours and put my head under her, fucking her bottom with a finger whilst licking at her clit to bring her to yet another orgasm. By the time we went home we were both exhausted and I smiled as she climbed into bed, thinking she should have no inclination for sleepwalking now. 11 August – No sleep now, I am too agitated. I woke up in the night to find Lucy not in bed. The door was shut but not locked. She was not in the sitting room or anywhere in the house. I ran outside and searched the town, finally arriving at the cliff opposite the churchyard. I saw her in the distance reclining on the bench with someone else in the darkness between her legs. I flew down the steps and up to the churchyard and when I got to the top I saw it was Lucy on the bench. I called her name and someone raised their head from between her legs, a white face with red gleaming eyes. When I reached her the figure had gone and Lucy was quite alone even though her nightdress was around her waist exposing her pussy. I bent over her and her pussy lips were parted as if she had just been licked there. I flung my shawl over her as she put her hand to her clit and moaned, a dribble of pee leaking from her. I shook her to wake her and she did not seem surprised to see me. She followed me home with the obedience of a child where I tucked her into bed and she implored me to say nothing of what had occurred that night. Noon – Lucy slept until I woke her but I noticed when her legs were spread in her sleep that pee was dried upon her thighs and noted it was a hint of red lipstick the like of which I knew not. 12 August – Twice in the night Lucy tried to get out. In the morning she seemed as gay as of old and she snuggled in beside me and told me she wanted me inside her. My fingers entered her pussy as she kissed my neck, her body grinding against mine as she found my clit with her hand and together we lay in mutual pleasure until we reached our orgasms at virtually the same moment. 13 August – To bed with the key on my wrist. I awoke in the night to find Lucy pointing at the window, a great bat flapping outside in whirling circles. 14 August – Lucy looked out at the sunset this evening and murmured, “Her red lipstick again. Just the same.” I followed her eyes to see a dark figure seated alone on a bench. That night I walked and thought of Jennifer and as I returned home I saw Lucy with her pussy sticking out of our bedroom window. I ran inside and found her asleep up there and breathing heavily, her hand holding her pussy lips apart as if she were about to pee. I did not wake her but tucked her up and she looks so sweet as she sleeps. 15 August – Rose later than usual. Lucy was tired. We received a letter that Anthea wishes the marriage to commence soon. Lucy is full of joy. 17 August – No news from Jennifer and Lucy seems to weaken. She eats well and sleeps well but all the time the colour in her cheeks are fading. At night I hear her gasping as if for air. Last night I found her awake in the night leaning out of the window, her pussy thrust forwards again. The red lipstick marks were on her thighs once more. Letter from Billington and Son to Messrs Carter and Paterson 17 August Dear Sirs, Please receive these boxes in the ancient bathroom at the mansion. Find enclosed all keys which are labelled. Leave the keys in the main hall when you are done. Yours, S F Billington and Son Mina’s Journal 18 August – I am happy as Lucy seems so much better. Last night she slept well. The colour comes back to her cheeks. 19 August – Joy joy joy. At last news of Jennifer. She has been ill and that is why she did not write. I must travel out to her and bring her home. I take only one change of dress. I must write no more. I must get to her. Letter from Sister Agatha of Budapest Hospital to Miss Mina Murray 12 August Dear Madam, I write by desire of Jennifer Harker who is not strong enough to write. She has been under our care for six weeks suffering from brain fever. She wishes me to convey her love and say that she is sorry for her delay but she will return soon. Yours with sympathy PS She has told me ravings of wolves and piss and toilets and I fear to say of what. Be careful that nothing excites her. She reached the train station nearest Castle Wetula and demanded a ticket for home. Be assured she is well cared for. Dr Seward’s Diary 19 August – Strange change in Renfield. At eight he became excited and sniffed about like a dog. All he would say was, “The mistress is near.” He became more and more excited and then a shifty look came into his eyes. I am weary and can think only of Lucy. Later – Renfield has escaped. I searched for him with others and saw him scaling the wall out of the asylum to the grounds of the nearby deserted house. I found him on the other side pressing against the door of the old public bathroom. He was talking to someone inside. I heard him say, “I am here to do your wetting Mistress. I am your slave and I will be faithful. I await your commands.” We closed in on him and he fought like a tiger. He is safe now in the straitjacket and chained to the wall in the padded cell. I sought to soothe him by lowering his trousers as he leaned back against the padding. I took his cock in my hand and felt it harden under my touch. Once it was as firm as could be, I lifted my dress and turned around, backing onto it until it slid into my pussy. I fucked him with my body, grinding back on him as he remained silent. I moved faster and faster until I felt him jerk in me before asking if he felt better. “I shall be patient, mistress. I am coming, coming, coming.” Hot spunk filled my pussy as I took the hint and came too, my clit throbbing almost painfully as my climax washed over me. As I slid off him I turned and licked the last of his cum from the tip. I was too excited to sleep but writing in this diary has quieted me and I feel I shall now be able to rest. Letter from Mina to Lucy Budapest 24 August “My dearest Lucy, I know you will be anxious to hear all that happened since I left you in Whitby. I got to Hull and then onto the boat to Hamburg and the train on to here. I found Jennifer looking pale and thin. She is a wreck of herself and remembers nothing. She has had a terrible shock. Sister Agatha has been attempting the Eastern medicine of urine therapy, stripping her and peeing on her three times a day without fail. Jennifer has enjoyed being peed upon to the extent that she has reached orgasm on every occasion without being touched anywhere by the hand of the nurses. I have expressed my gratitude to Agatha by taking her into a storage room and planting numerous kisses upon her lips. The sight of her nurse’s uniform aroused me so much as I kissed her that I found my hands sliding up it to cup her bottom which was unencumbered by any form of knickers above her stockings. As I caressed her skin she spoke to me of her pee therapy and her work in holding in her desire for the toilet, seeing it as part of her Hippocratic oath to do best for her patients. As she spoke I became increasingly desirous to try it out for myself but she insisted her pee could not be wasted. As such I joined Jennifer in the treatment room, laying together naked in a light blue porcelain bath as Agatha stood over us and spread her legs to give us both a view of her pussy that was so delightful I had to kiss it. As I did so, Jennifer began to touch me in a way that suggested her mind was commencing to return to her. Agatha began to pee on the two of us. It soaked my hair with its warmth, running down my face and my body and inflaming my ardour beyond belief. I lapped at her pussy as Jennifer did the same to mine, touching herself with her hand as we happy three began to enjoy the sensations of pee spreading across our bodies. I would not let Agatha step away until I had brought her to climax and I was able to see the contractions of her pussy around my tongue when she reached the peak of her pleasure. Beneath me Jennifer brought me to my own orgasm as she teased and caressed the most sensitive part of me. I found pee escaping me without any effort on my part and Jennifer rubbed it into her chest as she moved to lie above me, running her fingers through the flow of urine before smearing it onto her pussy, gasping out loud as she came at last. The next day Jennifer told me more details of her journey and you have no cause to be concerned. I sit by her bedside now as she wakes. She asked for her coat and I found her notebook but she asked me to leave her alone for a moment and I walked over to the window. She called me back and told me to read the book but not to tell her what was written within for fear of enflaming again her brain fever. We are now married. I sealed her notebook with wax and told her it would remain unopened unless our lives were in danger. I am the happiest woman in the world since marrying and why do I tell you this? You are very dear to me and I wish to share my joy. I must stop for Jennifer is waking. Your ever loving Mina Letter from Lucy to Mina Whitby 30 August My dearest Mina, Oceans of piss and millions of kisses to you. The strong air here would soon restore Jennifer as it has restored me. Anthea is here and we have walks and drives and she fucks me so hard I can hardly move at times. She tells me she loves me. There she is calling to me to join her in bed again. Your loving Lucy Dr Seward’s Diary 20 August – Renfield has quieted after a week of perpetual violence only quelled with repeated orgasms provided by me. Then one night he said, “Now I can wait.” He is now violent in the day and calm during the night. 23 August – Renfield escaped again. I sent word for attendants to follow and we found him with his head again pressed against the old bathroom door. When he saw me he became furious but then he suddenly grew calm as a bat flapped past. Lucy Wetenra’s Diary 24 August – Last night I dreamed I was at Whitby. Mother is unwell. There was a flapping at my window last night but I still managed to fall asleep after masturbating with a candle deep within me, filling my pussy until I contracted around it and let my eyes close with it sliding from me. More bad dreams and I find myself never needing to pee these days. My face is pale and my bladder pains me. I shall cheer up when Anthea comes. Letter from Anthea to Dr Seward 31 August My dear June, Lucy is ill and I know not the cause. I ask that you see her tomorrow after coming for lunch which will not arise her suspicions as to your attendance. Do not fail. I must attend my father who is also ill. Please inform me of your findings. Letter from Dr Seward to Anthea 2 September My dear lady, In my opinion this is no malady I know of. She is woefully ill and all I could think of to do was provide her with restorative semen. To this affect I called my assistant to her and told him to undress. Lucy looked flushed when she saw the size of his organ but she was able to rise enough to admit him into her mouth, sucking and licking him as if her very life depended on it. She brought him to an orgasm in under a minute which impressed me no end as I watched him spurt cum into her mouth and onto her face which she licked hungrily down. Afterwards she sank again into a malaise and informed me she had not urinated for many days. This is not something I have encountered before but I shall endeavour to make her pee and to that effect have forced her to drink countless vessels of fluid of all kinds but to no avail. I have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van wetting of Amsterdam, an expert in this field as you know. I asked him to come at once. Yours, June Letter from Abraham Van wetting to Dr Seward 2 September My good friend, I am coming to you. Have her near at hand so I can see her tomorrow. Till then goodbye my friend. Van wetting Letter from Dr Seward to Anthea Holmwood 3 September My dear Ant, Van wetting has come and come and gone. He came to see Lucy and examined her in detail. He suggested she may be revived by a threesome and as such did strip himself from his clothes and advised me to do the same. I stripped myself and had to help Lucy to undress as she is weaker than ever. He let the two of us lap at his cock which stiffened mightily under the caress of two tongues. Lucy seemed to strengthen during this and soon was riding his cock whilst I sat upon his face and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue up inside me. I watched Lucy bounce up and down on him with some of her old energy, holding her breasts in her hands as she leaned over and began to kiss me. I could not hold in my orgasm and it escaped me at the same time as a torrent of pee which almost choked poor Van wetting. He thrust faster upwards and I saw his cock twitch as he spurted cum into her pussy. Afterwards he bade me leave them alone and I espied through the window him making the most intimate medical examination of her body, using a magnifying glass to closely observe her pussy and urethra whilst imploring her to attempt peeing but to no avail. When I returned to them he told me he must away home and think. He would say nothing more and left shortly afterwards. Dr Seward’s Diary 4 September – Renfield became so violent at noon that it took all my efforts to let his cock enter me in the pacifying way I had learned to carry out. I let him fuck my bottom today thinking it would perhaps calm him further. As he stretched my anus with his hard shaft I found myself overcome with heat and desire, orgasming thrice before he reached his own climax and filled my arse with hot spunk. Later on he apologised for his anger and begged to be allowed to return to his own room so he is there again. “All over,” he said as he stared out of the window. “No hope for me unless I do it myself.” Midnight – I returned from seeing dear Lucy to find him yelling at the setting sun. The man fascinates me. Telegram Seward to Van wetting 4 September – Patient greatly improved. Telegram Seward to Van wetting 6 September – Terrible change for the worse. Come at once. Chapter 4 Dr Seward’s Diary Van wetting came again with his case of effects, offering to stay for some considerable time. Lucy was ghastly pale, the red gone from her lips. Her breathing was painful to see or hear. Van wetting took me aside and said. “She will die of lack of fluid. We must provide her with some immediately.” We went into her room and Van wetting took a collection of dildos from his medical bag. He handed one to me and took one for himself and together we approached Lucy who moaned quietly in distress. I took instruction from me, bringing her to a wetness that seemed to drip from her pussy by kissing her neck and teasing her nipples. I pressed the dildo to her pussy and let it slide into her as Van wetting called Anthea in to join us. He told her to piss in the patient’s mouth and she climbed above the bed and lifted her dress, squatting over Lucy’s face and letting golden fluid leak from her. It fell into Lucy’s mouth whilst we kept her moaning by fucking her pussy and arse with the dildos. As we did so Van wetting noticed a touch of red lipstick on Lucy’s thigh and he gave a sharp intake of breath but said nothing. After Anthea had finished peeing into Lucy Van wetting and put his cock to her mouth and she brought him to orgasm in minutes. Van wetting climaxed onto her face and watched her lap at the thick fluid, drinking it down as if it were ambrosia itself. Anthea was sent away and Lucy slept, her breathing stronger. “What do you make of that lipstick?” I asked. “I must away and find books I need. Remain here and do not let her leave your sight. Watch her all night.” 8 September – I sat up all night with Lucy. Her spirits were good but she was afraid to sleep. I watched her until long after sunrise as she dozed. I fear I may have fallen into slumber myself at one point. Lucy Wetenra’s Diary 9 September – I feel so happy. Somehow Anthea feels close to me. I am glad Dr Seward watches over me. Dr Seward’s Diary 10 September – Van wetting returned and together we entered Lucy’s bedroom. She lay more white and wan than ever, even her lips were white. Van wetting looked furious. “We must get more fluid in her.” He removed his clothes and stood by her face, frantically masturbating as she let her mouth fall open. Soon a spurt of cum escaped his cock and she swallowed eagerly without opening her eyes. He made me piss into her open mouth which I did so with all possible haste, watching her gulp down my pee as I found myself too worried for her to become at all aroused by the sight. Van wetting sent me home to rest afterwards. 11 September – Van wetting gave Lucy a wreath of garlic to hand round her neck and would broach no protest. He took toilet roll and wiped garlic all over the sashes of the windows before latching them securely. He did the same with the door and the fireplace. He bade Lucy to rest and took me with him to his coach, noting the worry in my eyes and planting a kiss on my lips. I found myself becoming wet as his tongue entered my mouth and he stroked my body as the driver took us to my home. As we approached he lifted his cock free from his trousers and slid it into me, letting me ride him to an orgasm which assuaged my fears for at least a little while before kissing me goodnight whilst fucking me so hard I hit my head on the top of the coach. He came in me with a grunt and then I climbed down from the coach to a final kiss. 17 September – I was engaged in my study in the asylum when Renfield burst in and aimed for me. He tore my dress from me, scaring me so much a little pee leaked from me to the floor. Before he could attack further attendants arrived and found him lapping at me pee as it lay upon the floor. “Pee is the life!” he repeated over and over. 18 September – I drove to see Lucy but every window and door was fastened and locked. Van wetting arrived whilst I in vain sought ingress and he took out a surgical saw and together we attacked the iron bars over the kitchen window. Once they were cut through we climbed in and found nobody present. We ran to Lucy’s room and found her in a dead faint upon her bed, her mother dead beside her. Van wetting carried her over his shoulder and placed her in the first bath he could find, peeing straight into her mouth and imploring me to do the same. As I squatted over her face and spread my pussy lips apart to let urine trickle from me into her throat. She stirred a little and my heart soared. “What is taking the piss we keep providing?” I asked. Van wetting looked across at me. “That is the question my dear Seward.” Letter from Mina to Lucy 17 September My dearest Lucy, I have my wife back. We are in Exeter with Mr Hawkins. Jennifer is putting flesh on her bones. But when are you to be married? Yours, Mina Letter from Mina to Lucy 18 September My dearest Lucy, Mr Hawkins has died. Jennifer is to be chief mourner. Forgive me for troubling you. Yours, Mina Dr Seward’s Diary 20 September - Lucy is dead. I took Anthea away from the body when Van wetting discovered it and she sobbed in a way that brought me to tears. I returned to find Van wetting standing over her. “Peace at last,” I said to him. “Not so. This is only the beginning,” he replied. I asked what he meant but he only answered, “We can do nothing yet. Wait and pee.” Mina Harker’s Journal 22 September – I took Jennifer to the zoo in London. We sat watching the animals when Jennifer seemed to notice something and clutched my arm far too tightly. He was staring at a tall woman who was observing a pretty girl. She had big white teeth and very red lips. “It is the woman herself,” Jennifer said. “It is the Countess but she has grown young. If only I knew.” Later I received a sad telegram from Van wetting telling me Lucy had died, to be buried on the same day as her mother. Oh what a wealth of sorrow in so few words. The Westminster Gazette 25 September Hampstead has undergone a series of events which have been given the name The wetting Woman. During the past few days people have been seen to go missing only to return home soaked in urine and unable to say anything other than the wetting woman did it to them. The only thing each has in common is a smear of red lipstick was found upon each of their thighs. Letter from Van wetting to Mina Harker 25 September – Thank you for allowing me to read your wife’s diary. Strange and terrible are the contents but it is all true. I also note the events in Hampstead recently which I believe to be connected. If my theory is correct I believe there is a figure who moved from contact with your wife to Whitby to London and is now responsible, gaining continual life from the urine of her victims. I visited the crypt of Lucy Wetenra and found her coffin empty. I believe she may have been corrupted by the one I seek and is even now beginning her journey to imbibe of the urine of her victims to sustain her unholy life. I theorised what would defeat her and when I observed her return to her coffin in the early morning I ate as much garlic as I could find before once more entering the crypt. I pulled open the lid to her bed and pissed garlic smelling urine upon her body whereupon she began to smoke and hiss evil imprecations towards me before the urine soaked into her skin and the life of the undead was over and she came to as if she had been healthy all her life. I took her home and she rests there under the care of Sister Agatha of Budapest whom I implored to travel purely for this purpose to make use of her piss therapy with my garlic addition to her armoury. I am hopeful Lucy will yet make a full recovery. She remembers nothing of her time in the crypt which is probably a blessing. In addition Dr Seward has informed me of a patient of his who intrigues me and I intend to make use of this man. I will inform you how I progress. Yours Van wetting Mina Harker’s Journal 30 September – Van wetting met with me and Dr Seward and others to discuss our course of action in his asylum office. He told us of his belief in wet vampires who derive sustenance from the piss of their victims. The only way to deal with them is by pouring garlic infused urine upon them and the best time is during the day when their power is at its weakest. We agreed to seek out this Wetula who resided perhaps still in the house Jennifer had provided for her beside the asylum as Renfield has hinted is the case with his insane actions. Dr Seward’s Journal 30 September – After the meeting adjourned we contrived to allow Renfield to escape once more. He travelled in moments to the abandoned bathroom in the grounds of the old house and this time the door swung open. As it did so I stepped forward from my hiding place and wedged a slip of wood in the jamb so the door would not close fully. We waited, Mina, Jennifer, Van wetting and I until the mutterings of Renfield faded away in the distance. Whilst we stood in silence, we each undressed ourselves, now wearing nothing but garlic wreathes around our necks, Jennifer holding an object in her hand that I could not identify. At last we slipped into the bathroom and looked around us in the darkness. At the far end we heard the hissing sound of urinating and edging forwards we saw Wetula in the end stall which was lit by candles and beautiful to observe. She was laid upon her back with her mouth open and Renfield was wetting directly onto her face. At the sight of her visage Jennifer let out a howl of rage and strode forwards before we could stop her. Renfield turned to run but stumbled over Wetula’s legs and fell to the floor, banging his head upon the wall and slumping into unconsciousness. Wetula opened her mouth and revealed her long white teeth as her eyes flashed evil towards us, seeming to be only too aware of the danger she was in. “You think you can ever defeat me?” she snarled, making to run for the door. She bowled into us but the sight of the garlic around each of our necks made her fall back until she was pressed against the wall of the toilet stall, holding her hand before her eyes as if the bulbs might blind her. “Your reign of terror is over,” Van wetting said, “and now we shall rain down upon you.” “No!” Wetula cried as Van wetting pulled on garlic infused medical gloves. The Countess was pushed onto her back and her clothes torn from her as she fought to free herself, the air filling with the strong smell of garlic. Once she was naked we all found ourselves staring at her beautiful and flawless naked body, her high breasts with large rounded pink nipples, her taut stomach, the v of her pussy with not a hair in sight as Mina pulled one leg to a side and Jennifer the other. I squatted over Wetula’s screaming face and pulled apart the lips of my pussy, taunting her with one droplet at a time of pee, shaking them onto her face as she snarled and moaned in what could be mistaken for pain but was surely arousal. I pushed down on my bladder with one hand and then a gushing waterfall of pee fell onto Wetula’s face, smearing her lipstick as she tried to wipe it from her skin before it injured her. Steam rose from her face as I peed until I could produce no more. I stood aside and Mina swapped with me, wetting onto Wetula’s clit and making her moan and writhe on the floor of the stall. Mina played with her own pussy as she peed, masturbating whilst tormenting Wetula until Van wetting aimed his cock at the Countess’s hair, peeing onto her head whilst Mina continued her own emissions. Jennifer spread her legs as she stood beside the Countess and began to pee on her with a look of delight at finally getting revenge on the evil denizen of the night before her. Every inch of Wetula was soon coated in pee and her whole body steamed and stank of garlic as she fought to rise and escape once more. She opened her mouth to scream and Van wetting shoved his cock into it, avoiding her sharp teeth on his way to the back of her throat. I held her legs in place as Jennifer revealed the glass dildo previously hidden behind her back. She shoved it straight into Wetula’s gaping pussy and the Countess screamed all the louder but the noise faded into a deep sigh of satisfaction as Jennifer began to fuck her in earnest. Mina reached between Wetula’s legs and found her bottom, pushing one finger and then a second into her bottom, pushing as deeply as she could manage. Van wetting thrust as hard as he could until he grunted a garlic flavoured spunk into her mouth and made her swallow every drop. I felt a hand on my bottom and realised it was Mina, leaning round to tease my pussy as she played with Wetula’s bottom further. My own climax hit me moments later and I turned to Mina and panted my gratitude before finding her clit and teasing it into an ardour that led Mina to scream in bliss as she came. Wetula’s whole body rose into the air as she looked up at us all in sheer panic and then she sank down again and began to shake as the earth around us seemed to quiver alongside her. She let out a torrent of piss that sprayed over us all as she came over and over again, one orgasm after another washing over her in a wave whilst she peed like a fountain into the air. The bathroom echoed with her noises of pleasure before at last she fell still, her eyes closing and looking for all the world as if she were dead. At last she blinked and began to breathe, the colour returning to her cheeks. She blinked again as if seeing the world for the first time, looking around at the four of us but not recognising who we were. “Where am I?” she said, sitting up in a daze. “Why are you all naked? Oh my, why am I in a state of undress also? And why can I taste garlic in my mouth?” Van wetting did his best to explain in simple terms that she had been ill for a long time but was now going to get better because of some unique treatment she had undergone. Wetula nodded in response, letting him help her to her feet and then we walked her slowly outside, none of us caring to dress, the heat of our indulgence keeping us warm as we walked to the asylum and into my office. Here I sat Wetula on a couch where she slumped back and closed her eyes, asleep within moments. “What happens now?” Mina asked, looking across at Van wetting. “She should be as well as Lucy from now on. The insanity of the last weeks is over.” “And Renfield?” “I believe his madness will itself ebb away as he awakens as if from a dream. As for myself I must return to Amsterdam to continue my work. I bid you all good night.” It was an odd sight to see a naked man leave my office as if he were fully dressed, caring not for who saw his body exposed in such a way. After he had gone we three talked long into the night until Wetula began to stir from her slumber at last. When she woke I allowed Mina to take her home to join that happy household, feeling certain all danger had now passed. I sent attendants to retrieve their clothes and then they did away in a coach, leaving me alone. I shall check in on them tomorrow but for now I feel I will sleep the sleep of the dead for I am exhausted by recent events. I am happy for something whispers in my mind that from this day forth, all will be well once more and from here on wetting in the mouths of others will only be for pleasure and never as a method to artificially sustain life of a wet vampire. The End
  17. ilovethesea

    malefemale home accident

    Hi guys, Last year I was sharing a house with four girls. Just saying, cool right? Well not always. Like this time I'll share with you now. It was a hot summer day, and I had been out all night (working) so I arrived home in the morning really exhausted. As always I went directly to bed for a few hours rest before classes. While at work I usually drink tons of water, I guess it somehow helps staying awake or at least makes me feel fresher, also is a good way to avoid headaches, to keep hydrated. I used the bathroom before leaving work, so I knew I didn't have to use it before sleeping, I wasn't even going to sleep that much anyway so as I said, directly to bed. suddenly I woke up bursting, like my bladder hurting but I was dead inside, half asleep and I though 'maybe I can hold a bit longer if I simply focus on resting' and I went back to sleep. I woke up a little later, and decided to go to the bathroom. I got up, every movement super uncomfortable, got dressed (as I said, only girls in the house) and went to the bathroom but before I got to my room's door, I heard the girl from the room in front of mine opening the door, walking to the bathroom, and closing the door - which was right in front of my room's door itself. 'OK', I thought, 'let's hope it's fast'. Then I heard the shower and I knew I was fucked. I mean, I was already into wetting, watching videos and reading stuff, but I had never had the experience myself yet. Apart from that one night out, but that was on a different level, the way I see it. So there I was, hopping for the best. And I gotta say, peeing yourself in a house you share with four other people isn't what you really want to do. Not me at least, given that I never told anyone about this fetish. I already knew our shower takes its time to warm, I knew she usually also took her time in the bathroom, so I knew I had at least a solid 45 minutes wait ahead of me. In all my discomfort I tried to find what to do, I turned on my hi-fi, my laptop and started working on a paper I had to get going, but sitting still wasn't helping on my bladder. At a point I was just walking from one side to the other in my bedroom and texting my girlfriend (now ex) explaining what was going on. She told me to pee in the kitchen sink - of course I thought of that - but it was a disaster, the whole week dishes were there and besides, if one of the girls walked in on me wetting in the sink they cook, come on.. it's probably not that cool. So we were just talking about this and then she said it 'look if you gotta go, don't be in pain, just go, how messy can that be!?' (she didn't know about my fetish yet, I actually used this situation to tell her after). I said 'I'm not just gonna piss in my room's floor' and she said 'don't, piss on the carpet by the bed and then you wash it' but I knew there was going to be a lot of pee and a carpet would mean nothing, I didn't want to get pee under my bed, that would be a challenge to clean, my bed was kind of stuck to the floor, the whole of it. Then I started feeling little drops of pee coming out and I grabbed my dick really hard (as I used to as a child - for later) and I have no idea how much time spent at this point, the 45 min for sure had. I texted her 'she didn't even stopped showering yet, I think I'm gonna piss myself, this is becoming unbearable' to what she responded 'just do, don't be in pain, go on a towel, at least half of it will be in your clothes and the rest won't escape from the towel'. And yes!! That was an idea!! I prepared everything just in case. But having her telling me to piss myself kind of made me horny (which actually eased the whole thing a tiny bit) so I asked (trying not to give me away too much) 'yeah, what would you even think of that!!?' and she told me that I kind of didn't really have much more options, as long as nobody saw me taking everything to the washing I should be fine, and as for her, she was having her fun with all that. Damn that got me going, but being discovered by my housemates wasn't an option and I heard the bathroom door. So as I wasn't so in pain any more because of my half boner, I still took the time to text 'she's out, going in for the kill!' and as I stood up I fell piss coming out of me. I grabbed my dick again, didn't dare to move, it suddenly got pretty serious. I was in my room, incapable of moving, crazy to go pee, and already with a patch on my shorts. As I tried to grab myself harder and walk to my door, I felt a bigger dis-control on my boxers and shorts and I stood still again. Now I was on my towels moving up and down, trying to find the strength to get to the toilet, and I probably just made it impossible with this movement, cause when I finally reached for the door with my already wet hand, having the other one grabbing my dick, my bladder completely gave in and a big stream of piss completely soaked my shorts and made a puddle on the floor. I couldn't really stop it, I was wetting myself beside my bed and my room's door. The towel were on the other side of the room (away from the bed and the door, for obvious reasons) and I walked to them, half wetting myself, half holding it in. Then I just laid on the towel and stopped trying to hold it in. I finally just let go and pissed all over. It took some minutes too. First, maybe because of so much holding, no idea, I couldn't control my pee but it was like it didn't want to come out either. Then I finally felt a firm warm thread on my shorts and shirt. The towel wasn't much of a great work either, my carpet was half wet, I had pee on my floor, and I decided to just lay there for a while until all was over and I laid until I heard nothing in the house. They all had left to work or classes and I had cleaning to do. I texted my girlfriend saying I peed all over myself and that I was going to clean it 'now'. She asked me for pics, I was wet to my neck, and told her why. She thought all of it was just hilarious. I proceeded to clean everything in my wet clothes and then jumped in the tub, jerked off and showered in my clothes (to give a pre cleaning, then I finished showering without them) apart from the pics I sent her, there are no other records of this, and as we're not together at the moment, she probably didn't keep them either. But I would be glad to share more of these stories. Eventually pics or vids, as I recently started to pee myself if my roomate (also a girl) is out for the weekend or something. You guys let me know if anyone is interested!! Thanks for reading.
  18. Hey guys, this is my first piece of fiction..So please bear that in mind :D Also just a small warning that there is some swearing sooooo if you're put off by that sort of thing just bear it in mind :) It was two in the afternoon by the time Sam finally took her lunch break. For whatever reason this particular Tuesday had been manic all day, it seemed to her that everyone and their dog had decided that this day was the best to go out and waste money on cheap and nasty clothing. She would never say this aloud of course; her boss probably wouldn’t appreciate it. But her boss hated her anyway, yet she never quite knew why. Sam always put it down as just one of those things. Maybe it was jealously she thought? Sam was a very attractive young woman. Standing at five feet and ten inches tall and weighing no more than 8 stone, she was a tall, slender lady. Her curly blonde hair was her start attraction, but on this day it was tied in a bun; but when released her curls were wild yet tame. When untied her hair flowed down to her slender waist in cascades of shimmering blonde loveliness. On this day Sam wished she had untied her hair, as after seeing herself in a mirror at work she feared her bun and outfit did not match. Sam had got dressed in a hurry this morning and didn’t spend much time planning her outfit, so as a consequence she felt underdressed and a little untidy. But even in a plain black top and dark blue jeans with bright pink knickers and matching bra underneath, she still looked radiant. The dark top made her big blue eyes shine even brighter than normal and her soft white skin seemed to almost glow. As Sam retreated from the shop floor to the staff room she picked up her phone from the office safe. What a palaver that always was; some of the stuff in that safe would make you blush. As she checked her phone she noticed she had four missed calls off her husband Gary. Sam ignored it. Sam and Gary were having troubles and arguing a lot, in fact she had kicked him out of their home. So Sam simply cleared her notifications and poured herself a cup of coffee. Sam always hated the coffee provided at work, so she had brought her own and made use of it on every occasion. On this occasion she needed caffeine more than normal; she was tired, fed up and generally just a bit down in the beak. So she drank her coffee and tucked into her fruit salad. After finishing her lunch Sam cleared up, locked her phone in the safe again and went for a wee before returning to the shop floor. As she entered the restroom it hit her that she was actually really quite desperate for a wee and it shocked her as she hadn’t even felt a twinge. Sam didn’t think much of it, instead she dropped her jeans and knickers and emptied her bladder. As she began peeing she looked down to her feet and got a little surprise. There was a small but noticeable wet spot in her knickers. “Oh my god” she said out loud to herself. Sam hadn’t even felt it, she never felt a leak and certainly didn’t feel wet at any point through the day. This shocked her and scared her a little bit. She was 23 years old and at no point since a regrettable incident involving copious amounts of tequila had she ever wet herself, but here she was looking at a wet spot in her knickers. She finished peeing, wiped herself and pulled her knickers and jeans back up. The wetness she felt against her skin made her feel uncomfortable, but she figured she would adjust to it over time. So she washed her hands, double checked her jeans to make sure she had no wet spot visible and left the restroom. Five was approaching and for Sam that meant one thing, home sweet home. In the end the day had kind of tapered out a bit, it started manic but ended in a typical quiet fashion. So she cashed out and went to grab her things from the safe and staff room. It took Sam the best part of ten minutes to find her phone in the safe and when she did retrieve it she found she had more missed calls off Gary. Bugger him she thought and carried on collecting her things. Sam said goodbye to her colleagues and left the store to make her way home. Her journey home wasn’t a particularly long one, but it could be troublesome at times. Sam jumped in her car, fastened her seat belt and selected some suitable music for her short trip home. Sam drove a bright red Fiat 500 with matching leather interior and trim. As she checked her mirrors and began plotting he route of the car park she felt a sharp twinge in her bladder. “Wow okay, no messing around today” she thought to herself. For the second time in one day Sam had been very suddenly gripped by a strong need to pee. She slotted he car into gear and made for home. As Sam joined the motorway she felt her bladder start to swell and throb and very quickly her need was growing at an alarming rate. Sam began fidgeting and rocking back and forth. She pushed her left hand into her crotch and her left thigh into her right one. She was genuinely beginning to panic a bit. Her desperation had grown so fast and so sharply, she was simply not prepared for this. She then began thinking of the wet spot in her knickers earlier. And very quickly she had another one to think about. A small spurt of pee had escaped her pee hole and soaked into her pink cotton knickers. Sam frantically pushed her hand even harder into her crotch. “No, no, no. This cannot happen to me, I’m 23 years old I shouldn’t be wetting myself. Oh god… Hurry the fuck up… Come on, I’m going to piss myself. Oh god, oh god. Yes!! move, get out the way. Come on… Not far, it’s not far, you can do this. Come on.” Sam left the motorway and joined the small A road that took her to her front door. Whenever she moved her left hand to change gear she leaked a little bit more into her knickers. By this point her knickers were pretty sodden, and her jeans were wet too, but not much, it was noticeable but only if you looked very hard. 3 minutes from home. Sam had got the spurting under control by now. Her knickers were wet and her jeans too, but she was determined to stay dry from now on. She pulled out the roundabout. Turned left. Carried on straight. Home was so close; her toilet was calling her. She could feel the relief… Literally. “Noooooo, oh my god, no, no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A large torrent of pee had escaped her pee hole, flooded her knickers, soaked her jeans and pooled on her red leather seat. Sam was crying now. But she regained control. Her left hand was now lodged in her crotch. But the wetness on her bum, hand and vagina made her want too pee sooo badly. But she couldn’t. “I’m 23. this shouldn’t be happening to me. I shouldn’t be doing this… I shouldn’t be wetting myself… Oh god” She turned left at the last junction before home. The warm wetness that had pooled under her bum was driving her crazy. So many parts of her wanted to let go, flood her knickers, jeans and seat and just be done with it, then enjoy the blissful relief… But she was home. Sam pulled onto her drive, turned the ignition off and jumped out quicker than she knew was possible. She fumbled for her key in her handbag. She fumbled getting the key into the door. She squeezed her legs together. She danced on the spot. She pissed herself. Her warm pee streamed from her pee hole, through her once bright pink knickers, flooded through her jeans and streamed down her slim legs and pooled at her feet. Sam stood still, unable and unwilling to stop the torrent. She was transported to a different place. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet relief that was flowing down her legs and spreading round her bum as well. She finally finished peeing. She was soaked. She opened her eyes and examined her own accident and began to cry. She squatted down and forced out the very last drops of pee. Sam then unzipped her once light blue jeans and examined her knickers…. “What the fuck?” “GARY!!!!” “Have you pissed yourself?” “No… Yes… Please…. No…. I didn’t mean too” “You’ve actually pissed yourself. Just like a little girl” “Please... Don’t tell anyone, it was an accident…. I didn’t mean to wet myself” Gary stood silent examining his wife’s accident. Gary had been trying to call Sam to tell her that he was waiting for her at their home, he had returned to apologize. What happens next?? I’ll let you decide.
  19. Hey guys! I'm new here, and this is my first time posting fanfiction. Just because there is never enough H/D for my taste! So, even though I secretly wish for everyone to go easy on me, I will be more than glad to take any constructive criticism and advice that you might be able to give me! Also, this story hasn't been beta'ed... Is anyone there willing to help me? I couldn't think about a good enough title... I guess this is the first thing I will have to work harder on for next time... Enough with the talk, here goes! ------------------- Car Talk “Harry?” “Yeah?” “Say... with all this traffic, how much longer do you suppose it will be until we get home?” “Hm… Dunno. Half an hour, maybe?” “I see.” “Why are you asking Dray? Are you alright?” “Yeah, sure. It’s just… there seems to be a lot of traffic tonight.” “I think it must be an accident or something…” “Oh. You think so?” “I guess. Why else would it be so slow?” Draco didn’t reply. They were going home from Ron and Hermione’s place. They would usually have gone by floo, but the day had been warm and beautiful, and the drive was not too long, so they had decided to go for a ride. The visit had been short, just for tea, as Hermione’s youngest had been born not a week ago, and had been giving her parents a lot of trouble. Still, Ron had insisted, saying that they were never too tired for a visit from Harry, so they had complied. Draco had spent most of the visit playing with 2 year-old Hugo and wolfing down biscuits and tea on the short breaks he would get from their adventures, as Harry talked with his best friends. Draco loved playing with the boy. He never thought before that he would be the type to like children. But from the first look he got at the boy, he was in love. He seemed so cute and innocent, and Draco loved him for it. He wanted to make sure the boy had a happy and carefree childhood, one that was denied to Harry, and to himself. So he took care of the older baby, and Harry could spend his time cooing at the younger one. It had surely been a pleasant visit. But then, on the way home, they had hit the most terrible traffic jam to ever grace London’s streets, and what was supposed to be a 40 minute journey had already stretched to an hour. And now Harry said they would probably take another half hour to get home… Harry should know, he is the one who drives and understand muggle roads and traffic. Draco, as usual, was just going along for the ride. Draco crossed his legs discreetly. He really wished they would get home soon. He had already begun to regret all the cups of tea twenty minutes into their trip. Now forty minutes later, he really wished he hadn’t had any tea at all. “Dray?” “Yeah?” “Are you sure you’re all right? You seem to be a little uncomfortable.” “It’s nothing Harry.” “Come on, don’t be daft. Just tell me.” “Well… I might have drunk a little bit too much tea at Hermione’s…” “Oh, so you gotta pee?” “Hum… yeah, a little.” Truth to be told, he was bursting. But talking about this kind of thing still made him a little embarrassed, even with Harry. Harry who he loved and had been happily living with for almost four years. Harry who never seemed ashamed of anything in front of Draco, and who kept telling him that he shouldn’t be either. Harry who watched as Draco pissed in the toilet almost every morning, showing how much they were comfortable around each other. Harry who laughed at him and could read him all too well. “Ha! The way you’re tensing, I’d say you gotta go worse than just a little.” “So what? It’s not like there’s anywhere I can go until we get home!” Harry stopped laughing at Draco’s defensive tone. “Sorry. Is it very bad?” Draco crossed his legs tighter. “I’ve been seriously desperate for the past half hour. I really wish we could get home soon.” “Love, if you have to go so bad, just go outside and pee against a wall or something.” “Are you crazy? As if I could ever be seen peeing in public! I would never do that!” “Okay, okay. What about transfiguring something into a bottle or urinol so you can pee in it?” Draco bit his lip. “I want to, but I’m still afraid someone will see me from the window or something.” “Isn’t it better than going in your pants?” “Harry! I would never wet my pants! That would be just gross!” “Oh come on, don’t tell me you never had an accident! And it’s really not a big deal love. It’s okay if you can’t hold it anymore. I know how difficult it is to hold it when you’ve drunk a lot of tea.” “Harry… can we just stop talking about peeing? It’s really not helping. Help distract me by talking about something else.” “Okay. So, what did you think of little Rose?” “She was delightful! I hope we can stay longer next time we visit so I can hold her for a while. I think Hermione’s still in that phase where she can’t really let go of her baby!” “Yeah, I thought so too. I want to hold her as well. Or maybe… Draco, what do you think of us starting our own family?” “Oh, do you want to have kids already Harry?” “I don’t know. I am happy sharing my life with only you, but when we visit Ron and Hermione… I ache with wanting my own family.” “Yeah… I actually feel like that, too. I love taking care of Hugo, and I would love for us to have our own. Even seeing how tired both Ron and Hermione looked, I would take a look at Rose and I couldn’t help but wish she was mine…” “Oh, love! I know you love the kids! Do you want to be the one to carry them?” “I think so. I just want so much to have that same connection Hermione seems to have to a baby! I want to hold our baby, and feed it, and take care of it night and day…” “What about your job?” “Maybe I’ll retire from the ministry and go back to potion making. A political position is all my father would have wanted for me, but even though I enjoy it, I really miss potions and doing research. I guess I am actually a scholar, not a politician, no matter how much my father wanted to train that out of me…” Draco’s father had always thought that studying was something necessary for passing classes, but anything more than the necessary was a waste of time. So whenever he caught Draco doing extra studies or research, he would get really mad and Draco would have to suffer through his temper. Only he knew how bad that used to be. “Let’s not think about your father love. He is not here anymore, and if what you want to do is research, I will support you every step of the way.” “Thank you, love. I want to do family planning with you, but I’m not sure I can concentrate anymore.” “What?” “Oh, Harry, I need to pee so much! I wonder if this kind of thing will happen a lot when I get pregnant…” Harry had almost forgotten about his lover’s need, but obviously the blond hadn’t. Little more than 5 minutes had passed, and they had barely moved. Maybe they would take even longer than half an hour to get home. Harry wondered if his lover would actually be able to hold until they got home. If he had actually said something, this meant he probably had to go really badly, or he would just have held in silence. “Draco, are you sure you don’t want to transfigure something? We have barely moved…” “I want to Harry, but what should we use?” “One of your shoes maybe?” “What! Of course not! We would never be able to change it back perfectly, and these are very expensive Italian shoes!” “Well, I can’t take mine off because I’m driving!” “Well, what else can we use?” Just then an especially strong wave of desperation hit Draco, and his bladder clenched painfully. He groaned as reflexively his hands shot to clutch his groin and to try and keep the pee from escaping. “Draco, are you alright?” The blond was slightly bouncing on his seat by now. “Shit! Harry! What should we use? I have to go, now!” “Oh, love! Is there anything on the glove box?” “Only the car documents!” There was absolutely nothing on the car. They almost never used it, preferring the wizard’s methods of transportation, so they didn’t even have a trash bag inside it. Draco tried holding a little longer, he clutched his stomach and crossed and uncrossed his legs, but not another five minutes had gone by before Draco’s bladder seemed to be sending an ultimatum: he either had to pee immediately, or he would no longer have a choice in the matter. He opened his pants to give his bladder a little more room to expand. It worked well for another five minutes, but time was definitely running out. “Urgh, Harry! I have to go! I have to pee now!” “Love, just do it! It’s okay.” “I can’t Harry! I can’t just wet myself like it’s nothing! My father would kill me if he saw something like that!” Harry felt something tugging at his heart at that confession. He hurt for his lover, for what he had gone through at the hands of his father. He wanted to comfort him now, to say that everything was going to be okay. He figured the best way at the moment would be by finding a way for his lover to relieve his bladder. "I know. Let me conjure something from home." Harry concentrated a bit, and a second later there was a small bucket on the floor at Draco's feet. The blond wasted not a second to get it from the floor, shove it between his thighs to be kept in place and lower his pants. He took his soft penis out with trembling hands, but steadily aiming it at the bucket. A small drop appeared at the head of his cock, glistening gold. But then a minute passed and then another, and there were no more drops coming. "Draco, are you alright? You're not going..." "I don't know what's wrong Harry!" Draco felt like crying. He desperately had to go, sweet relief was just in front of him, but still he couldn't relax his muscles enough to go. He kept remembering his childhood, his father yelling at him when he was as young as three whenever he had been asked to hold too long for a small child and had an accident in front of other people. His father was always especially angry whenever there was people to see Draco behaving improperly. "Harry, I think it's because there is too much people around. I'm getting nervous, and I can't stop thinking that it's improper to pee somewhere that is not a toilet." Harry bit his lip. Draco didn't have to say anything for him to know that he was thinking about his father, and what would he do to Draco if he saw him wetting inside a car, where any of the muggles around could see it, nevermind they weren't looking. Draco shoved his cock back inside his clothes, but didn't put the bucket down as if hoping he would still find a way to overcome his nerves and just let go. "Dray, look at me." "What, Harry?" "It doesn't matter if people out there see you. Peeing in the car when you're desperate doesn't make you any less perfect than you were before. Just think it's only you and me. You never have a problem wetting in front of me, do you?" "I know that Harry." "But I think you needed to hear that anyway." Draco blushed. His bladder was starting to hurt really bad now, and he really wanted to not care about anything else in the world and just go. His body was screaming for it, and yet this same body was preventing it. He kept squirming in his seat, helpless. Harry had been looking at his lover, who seemed to be having conflicted emotions. Just as Draco was desperate, Harry himself was desperate with the need to help his lover. And still he couldn't help but be a little bit turned on by the vulnerability his lover was showing. He was showing it to only him, as he always did. This spoke to him of a trust so beautiful he wanted to be the only person Draco looked at for the rest of their lives. He decided to try something. He wasn't sure what Draco would think of what he was about to do, but he had to try and help his lover somehow. So he took his left hand from the wheel and moved it over to his lover's side. He gently caressed his lover's cheek, just the whisper of a touch. And then he let his hand scoot lower, until he had his lover's cock in a gentle but firm grip. Draco almost jumped from his seat. "Love, what are you doing?" The feeling of his lover's hand on his cock when he was so desperate was weird. It made him feel aroused just as always, and he could feel his shaft hardening slightly. But it also sent a signal straight to his bladder and made the situation that much worse than before. "Draco, I want to help you relax, so you can let go. You look like you're in a lot of pain, so I think you should pee before you hurt something. Let me help you." "Are you sure this is going to help Harry? Your hand there makes me even more desperate!" "Do you feel like you might be able to go right now?" "Hnn... No?" "Well then. Maybe coming might help." Harry started moving his hand, up and down. He felt his lover harden, and make small pained noises. Even though he knew his lover was probably in agony at the moment, he honestly thought that it could help. So he kept going, wanking his lover in the car, in almost plain view of anyone. Only then did he think to cast a notice-me-not charm on them. Draco never noticed any of it. His attention was all turned inwards, to the feelings he was experiencing. He felt incredibly turned on, and yet he couldn't make out if he needed to come or to pee first. Preferably, both at the same time, though he knew that was impossible. He felt like he was exploding. His bladder twitched, and he felt goosebumps running up his back. Harry sped up, feeling his lover's body tense. Draco had his eyes closed, and he was moaning loudly by now. He seemed to be getting close. With just a few more hard thrusts, Draco was coming. He shot his load hard, his semen even getting on the window pane in front of him. And then, one second later, all the muscles on the blond's body seemed to unravel. pee shot up, and as Draco was still a little hard, the liquid made an arch over his crotch, with little amounts of the pee getting into the bucket that somehow was still between his thighs, and most of it getting just anywhere. The stream was really strong, there was pee hitting just as far as the semen had reached. Which meant that some of it was actually hitting the window in front of them, after which it would pour onto the car's panel and onto the floor. "Shit! Harry! Help me, I can't stop peeing!" Harry had been mesmerized by the sight in front of him. It was a good thing that the traffic wasn't moving, because he would never have been able to keep driving. At Draco's plea, he came back to himself with a start, and aimed his lover's cock, still in his hand and still mostly hard, so the stream would mostly go into the bucket. Draco just kept peeing. He seemed frozen to his spot. With his hands covering his eyes, and his cheeks flushed. His stream continued strong for more than a minute, after which it started slowing down, until there was only a weak stream coming out. Suddenly, Draco's body seemed to tense again, and he was coming a second time in just under two minutes. He shouted with the pleasure, and when he was done, all that could be heard was the blond's panting breath. Harry was blown away. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life. He felt his own erection straining against his clothes, and quickly let go of the hand holding Draco's cock to adjust himself in his trousers. "Wow! I guess that is what 'orgasmic relief' really means!" This seemed to unfreeze Draco, who suddenly seemed to become aware of what had happened. He was drenched in pee. So was the car, and Harry's hand. He had peed on the window, and there was a bucket half-full of pee between his thighs. The strong smell of urine was everywhere, making it difficult to breath. "Oh my god Harry! What have I done?" "Shush love. You really had to go. I am not surprised, with the amount of pee you just let out. Are you not feeling better now?" Draco had put the bucket on the floor, and had both hands covering his face once more. Still, he nodded. "So there. No harm done. And you even got two orgasms for that!" "Harry, are the muggles laughing at me?" "What? Oh, no, love! No one saw anything. I put a Notice-me-not on us!" "Really? So no one saw anything?" "Nope. Just me." "I guess... I guess I can live with that." Draco looked up, straight into Harry's eyes. He saw a little bit of embarrassment there, but more than that, he saw a lot of love and trust. "Good. Draco, I am going to dry the window, the panel and the floor, but is it okay if I leave you wet a little bit longer?" "Huh? Why?" "I want to be able to see you wet like that while you wank me." Draco laughed. "Enjoyed my little show, did you?" "Oh god, yes! Can I get you some more tea now?" "Hmm... Will you fuck me this time? When I am squirming with the need to pee again?" "Oh, fuck! I will, as many times as you want!" "Okay... I think it could be fun. But can we not wait until my bladder is hurting so much? I think it could feel really good for me, then." "Of course love! I don't want you to be in any pain." "Great! We're set. But I guess we're going to have to wait until we get home for that. I don't want to give any free shows." "Just for me?" "Just for you. Anything for you. Even having such an embarrassing accident and sitting here drenched in my own pee." "I could never ask for more. Or maybe... on second thought, there is one sight that I bet will turn me on even more than watching you desperate to pee again." "What?" "It would be seeing you desperate to pee, and knowing that you have to go so bad because of our baby growing inside of you." "Oh, Harry! I think we will have to keep the bucket permanently on the car from now on."
  20. HI guys, maybe lately I've been opening too many topics, but well, I love experimenting, so... :P Besides, I checked to see if a post like this already exists, and I couldn't find it, so... Here I go: I never tried to be VERY desperate in public, because I would be super embarrassed to wet myself while seen by strangers, and unlike some other members of this community, I don't get aroused by public humiliation. I enjoy roleplay humiliation, because it's mutually planned. Nevertheless, I really find arousing, the idea of not having full control of me while out from home, and I'd like to have some hidden leak in public. So I'd like to try wearing something absorbent into my underwear and hang around in public, keeping myself busy, until I leak and wet myself. I'm also curious to feel the sensation of damp and warm. What could I use for that? I think a diaper would be too much, and besides I'm not sure I like the idea. I never lost control to the point of totally soaking myself, so something smaller should be ok. Though it would be probably make me feel a sissy (I'm male and 100% eterosexual) I thought about pads... Do you know what kind of pad is the best for my purpose? Otherwise, do you know other things I could use, also home-made solutions? Maybe I could even prefere a home-made thing 'cause if I buy pads, I wouldn't know where to hide theme (and I don't live alone). - Gnii
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  22. Hello everyone, thought I'd share a story with you all not just because I'm new here and wanna get involved, but because for the first time I can talk about it freely and reveal my thoughts to those that understand. It was my senior year of high school, and as I would often do since my family only owned one car, I would ride the public bus home. This day had been a strange day bladder wise. Normally liquids don't run right through me, but this particular day I was having to pee quite frequently. I even had to excuse myself from class a couple times to use the bathroom, which is uncharacteristic for me, usually I just hold it all day and wait until I get home. I was walking out of the school towards the bus stop and realized I had to go again. "Again!" I thought, "I'll just hold it, the bus will be here soon anyways, it'll be fine." I trust my bladder a lot, I usually never have a problem holding it if I have to for a long time. I saw the bus down the street as it approached me and 20 or so other students, all eager to get home. A few of my friends rode the bus as well, and live fairly close to me. The bus pulled up to the curb, I reached in my pocket for 75 cents to pay the fare and hopped on. I sat down in a row of seats near the back of the bus, my usual seat of choice. I wiggled my toes in my shoes as the urge to pee persisted. "Man, I really do have to go. No worries though, not like you've never had to pee before." I assured myself in my mind that my need to use the bathroom would pass. My friend Aaron sat next to me. We would typically chat about Music, video games, and occasionally about girls we thought were funny and/or cute. “Gotta pee, gotta pee…” I was finding it harder and harder to focus on my friend and I’s conversation. I had to admit even to myself that I was getting desperate. “Why do I have to pee so badly? It’s not like I just drank a lot of water or booze!” I noticed I was drumming my hands on my thighs quietly, but at a fast speed. I started to actually worry a little about embarrassing myself in front of all these people. The threat of embarrassment made this ordeal a bit frightening instead of enjoyable. “Well here’s my stop man, later.” My friend Aaron said, momentarily dragging me away from my mental battle with my bladder. I nodded to him as he got off the bus, and realized I still had about 10 minutes or so to go until I was home. “Don’t lose it, don’t lose it, you’re okay I swear.” I was pursing my lips, and tapping my feet at this point, probably even making subtle grunts and groans, luckily muted by the much louder commotion caused by everyone else talking. I tried to stare out the window, hoping for a daydream to distract me. That daydream never came, but luckily something else did. A couple rows of seats ahead of me I heard a girl shriek with laughter, writhing around like I felt like doing. “STOP, STOP TICKLING ME I SWEAR I’LL PEE!” Her name was Samantha, I didn’t know her much beyond that, but I was thanking my lucky stars. “Did she just say what I think she said?!” I thought to myself, smiling. Admittingly I got excited and became aroused, temporarily eliminating my need to pee. The other girl sitting next to Samantha didn’t let up regardless of Samanthas pleas. “What is wrong with you!?” Samantha pushed the other girl away, “I just peed on myself, oh my god!” I was probably biting my lip at this point to be honest, I was also in disbelief. I hadn’t witnessed or even been in the vicinity of a wetting accident in a public place in a long time. Samantha appeared quite embarrassed and got off the bus as quickly as she could. I peered out the window towards her and noticed a decently sized wet patch on the crotch of her tight blue shorts, her arms crossed, probably angry at her friend for causing her to have an accident. I had forgotten about needing to pee for now, and was thinking about Samantha, “Wow, I can’t believe that just happened. Poor girl probably was really embarrassed. I know I would be…” As if the universe was trying to show me how she felt, my urge to pee was back suddenly, and stronger than before. My stop was the next block, so I stood up to pull the line that signaled the bus driver to stop. “Oh shit!” I thought, “I honestly don’t think I’ve had to pee this bad before.” I winced as I made my way to the bus exit. My bladder actually hurt, and I felt full and bloated. I thought for a moment about how funny I must look, because there was no way I was walking normally. I stepped off the bus, and if I had been the only one to get off on my street that day, I may have very well just wet my jeans right there just for the relief. However, a girl named Ashley whom I talk with quite regularly got off as well. “Hey Nick.” She said with a smile. “Oh hi Ashley, I had no idea you were on the bus!” As much as I liked good company, I really wished she hadn’t been there. I had to will myself to hold it longer now. I absolutely could not pee my pants in front of her no way. I walked with my hands thrust in my pocket, holding myself in at least somewhat secrecy if I could. We chatted as we walked down the street, although I could hardly engage as it was taking my full concentration not to lose my bladder. It was then that I leaked. For just a second I let out some pee and felt my underwear get a little damp, but was able to limit it to that. I gasped without meaning to which prompted Ashley to ask me what was wrong. I was probably grimacing a bit on top of that, standing still looking towards my house that was just maybe a hundred feet away. “I tore a muscle in my groin in gym class.” I lied. “It’s just sore that’s all.” It was a smooth lie, it really was. I had an excuse to hold my crotch for a moment and it didn’t involve me having to pee. Much to my relief we parted ways at this point, since she lived on a sidestreet just to our right. “Go take some Advil or something! Rest Up!” she advised “See you tomorrow!” I gave her my thanks and waved as I began to power walk towards my house. “Home stretch Nick, you’ll make it.” I was telling myself in my head that I was good to hold it for a while, as if I hadn’t already wet myself a little. Although it wasn’t get noticeable to anyone but me, I knew deep down I couldn’t hold on but maybe a few more minutes. I could feel my bladder pulsing as if it had a heart of its own. I started running, up my front steps I went. I lunged towards my front door, turning the handle. LOCKED, “No, no, no, no, no…” I repeated aloud, fidgeting and frantically grabbing for my house keys. Somehow I was able to unlock the door quickly, and I burst inside as if the outside world was on fire, and my house was some sort of flame retardant vessel. I dropped all my things immediately, backpack hitting the floor, however I was probably already at the bathroom door before it landed. At least I would have liked to think so. “drip, drip, drip…” I was thinking, that thought racing as I was slowly losing it throughout the whole time I was getting inside. I glanced down and saw a small dribble of wetness slightly down my left pant leg. “Shit, c’mon” I said as I frantically undid my belt. It’s funny how difficult it is to get those off when you really have to pee. So close but so far, everything just started to let go at that point, and I whirled around and sat down on the toilet with my jeans still on. “Ahhhhh…” It was extremely relieving it really was. “At least I’m home alone, nobody knows this has happened.” I thought. I started chuckling, almost not believing I was sitting on the toilet peeing in my pants. Listening to the hiss my jeans made and the trickles of the pee falling into the toilet water was oddly calming. “I couldn’t have predicted this but hey..” I let out a sigh and sat there for a while, feeling the warmth on my crotch and behind. I had an excuse to put off homework. I needed to shower and had some laundry to do after all! “I did technically make it to the bathroom so congrats to me.” I laughed and patted myself on the back. Thank you for reading! This is a true story that took place a few years ago, and is a day I won't soon forget. That is for sure. :)
  23. Ok, so this happened to me back in 2007. I was going to a technical commuting back and forth 45 minutes one way (note: this was before I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes and I was already drinking a lot of fluids cause I was always thirsty). One day, I left the school to head home. I'm fine the whole ride home except the last 15 mins. I get the urge to pee. I'd say I was at a 3 when it hit me. I continue driving and notice that I need to fill my truck up (that I use to have....traded it in october that year). I end up pulling into a BP gas station that's like 5 minutes from the house. I go through with paying at the pump to get going. As I start to pump the gas, the urge hit me even harder before I knew it. At this point, I'm pacing around back and forth waiting for the pump to stop filling the truck up. I end up starting to grab myself and squeeze to prevent myself from wetting my pants right there next to the pump. I dance around, squirm bounce up and down....you name it. I'm at the point of bursting now and its really bad. It finally happens. Standing waiting for the pump to stop, I start leaking into my pants. One spurt of pee gushes out of me, followed by another, then another! I finally gain control over my bladder. Finally, the pump stopped, I take the nozzle out, put it back, pushed button for receipt. As the receipt is printing, I put the cap on and close the gas cover door. I grab my receipt and after I grab it, I make my way to the inside. As I'm walking toward the building, my bladder gives way again and I'm leaking some more pee. One spurt of pee followed by three more spurts of pee. I get inside and make it to the bathroom. Even with the 7 spurts of pee that gushed out of me, I still had a lot of pee in me that I let out. After finishing, I noticed I had a pretty good size wet spot on the front of my pants (which were my work pants cause I went to work about 45 minutes to an hour-hour and half after getting home). I leave the gas station to head home and once home, I start to think about changing my pants. I decided that I won't cause then I'd be short a pair of pants for the week as where I work, we're given 5 pair of pants for each day. So i ended up going to work in the same pants that I ended up leaking 7 times in ;) Hope that you all like this story. I have another story similar to this one that happened to me while I was actually at work covering for my supervisor when he was on vacation that will be coming soon ;) :)
  24. English

    Two Main Experiences

    I'll suppose I'll start with the two experiences I've had which really showed the first signs of me getting into this fetish. I'll begin with the wetting that got me into wetting myself. I played football (soccer) for a local team of mine from aged 5-15, playing in the position of goalkeeper. When I was 7 I was playing in a fairly important cup match, the conditions were poor and it was raining. I'd been planning to go to the toilet as the match finished but unfortunately the match got put into extra-time, so an extra 15 minutes. Now being a goalkeeper I was having to constantly dive about trying to keep the ball out so this was incredibly uncomfortable with a full bladder. Later on in the match as I kicked ball out I felt myself leak considerably and a warm sensation go down my legs, it felt amazing. Due to the cold I could feel it fully and I just at that moment relaxed my entire bladder. I stood there peeing myself for around a minute before I showed signs of stopping, it poured into my boxers and down my legs (Luckily due the weather and my stance no one noticed). I remember that the feeling of finally letting go and just the feeling of it going down my legs felt amazing. I knew now looking back there was far more pleasure to it than just relieving a full bladder but back then I barely had accidents so it was a completely new feeling. The second experience has to be the one which showed the first signs of me liking others wetting. This one occurred when I was 6 when my family went on holiday. My Mum had brought me into the ladies toilets as my Dad had gone getting us drinks at the bar (I was allowed to go on my own then, but because it was a 'new place' this time I wasn't). There was a woman stood in line in front of us who looked about early 20s, she had blonde hair and wore a white sleeveless shirt and matching skirt. She was tall and due to my small height I could just see up her short skirt, she wore a pair of pink cotton panties with a white trim. She had her legs pressed together and was fidgeting in place, I knew she had to pee badly because I'd seen my female classmates do the same thing when they were desperate. Eventually the girl started leaking, I saw a wet spot appear on her crotch and pee leak down her legs. I could hear her whimpering slightly as her leaks became bigger, her legs were trembling as her pee dribbled down them. She was spared a full accident when a stall became available in front of her, she dashed in and I could hear her frantically getting onto the toilet before the sound of her stream filled the room. I feigned having to tie my shoe so I could see her legs under the stall, I saw her pink drenched panties around her ankles. I originally thought this interest was just her peeing and not her desperation but as I began to look back at the incident more I saw there was more to it.
  25. I seriously CAN NOT believe this happened to me!! It was honestly embarassing yet so insanely crazy that this happened to me!!! So I had a late shift at work tonight (which I seriously just got off of a little over an hour ago.) We had to do a floor set where we rearrange the store. We sell jewelry accessories and pretty much just have to move tables and stands and reset the tables with jewelry displays of how the company wants it to be. I showed up at work needing to pee some but not right away. I got there around 3 and was scheduled til midnight. They had me doing work on the floor once I got there so I had to help customers while organizing products. At around 4 my boss told me that she would be in the back room to take care of a few things. After she was gone for about 30 minutes and I was stuck with customers on the floor and running back and forth to check people out at the register, I was starting to get pretty desperate. I drank a large cup of coffee with 3 shots espresso to get an energy boost plus 2- 2litre bottles of water before work to keep my head clear. Yet it was only making my bladder full...!!! I was standing at the register helping one customer and I just watching a line forming of 6 or 7 different people and all I could do was squirm, stepping back and forth, trying so hard not to pee myself!! And I couldn't hold myself of course since I was at work in front of customers so yay...bring on the no hand holding challenge haha. I realized that I absolutely NEEDED to pee within the next 10 minutes at the very very most!!! This was no longer a want this, had become a "I ABSOLUTELY NEED TO PEE whether thats in the bathroom or my pants. Seriously!" I tried calling my boss on the walkie-talkie since I didn't want to leave the floor unattended. I kept trying but she didn't reply. Only silence in my ear from the headpiece. So I was stuck. I loosened my belt to help release some of the tension from that and constantly trying to tighten the hold at my urethra more and more as I went through a line of 5 or 6 more women buying more and more stuff. And asking endless questions too!! I just tried to go on auto pilot but it once again got to the point where I crossed my legs while standing and I did NOT want to move a muscle. It was getting painful, just like last time. And I was trying not to lean forward like I had done yesterday during my first intentional hold!! ____________________ Okay sorry but I'm gonna have to finish this story later! I now need to sleep as I am fighting a sleeping pill LOL :D Will continue later <3