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  1. Sake

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    Thanks to Anubis for proofreading and to EtchyFox for expert advice. Featuring art by Rolo. There it was, right in front of me. That familiar wooden seat with a hole in it that I really should have been sitting on. It never looked so inviting. And yet, I was still just standing there, looking at it. Taunting myself with it. At that point I don’t remember how long it had been – I’d lost track after the fifth hour when I sat down for lunch – but after all that time I’d built up quite the reservoir that wanted out. But I wanted it to stay in. I wanted to feel that pressure as long as I could, only giving up when I finally didn’t have any more choice in the matter. So there I was, standing in front of the toilet, my little black shorts digging into the bulge in my lower belly. Even on a good day, these shorts were a bit of a tight fit, and now they were pressing in the worst place and causing me the most wonderful pain. I got myself lost in that feeling, both hands absentmindedly rubbing at the rock-hard balloon of mine that was clearly on display for anyone that cared to see it. My lucky white jacket wasn’t doing much to cover it up, both because I always left the thing open and because right now the only thing beneath it was a simple black strip of cloth wrapped around my chest. I didn’t want my view to be obstructed by such silly things as shirts or dresses. If my hands were to apply a bit of pressure, I would feel like my bladder would explode then and there. All that liquid in me pouring right out through my clothes down to the floor… Just the thought of that feeling had left my favorite pink panties soaked, though I’d kept my bladder under lock and key the entire time. After so many hours, I’d refused to let out even a single drop, and I wasn’t about to unless everything else was going to come out too. I knew I’d get wet anyways, and that made it so much better. That was the point, after all. I could have stood there forever, hands and legs shaking with excitement and raw need. I had to go, but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, I told myself. The reason kept changing, but I’d always tell myself I needed to hold it longer. It didn’t matter how much the ocean wanted to be free, it couldn’t be allowed to come out. Perhaps in my dreams I’d never have to leave that spot, but the reality was that I couldn’t hold it forever. In the real world, I’d been playing with my bladder, teasing and prodding it to feel the pressure ramp up for an instant, feel everything right on the edge of coming out, but hold it back anyways. Until… I just couldn’t. Ripped from my fantasies by the feeling of impending doom, my shorts and panties were out of the way before I could even think about them, and I took a seat just in time… … to hear a voice call out for me. “Azzy? As, I need you!” I had to get up. I was about to explode, but so was she, and I couldn’t let her do that. It was painful, mentally more than physically, to stand up and get redressed. So very close, but it was not meant to be. I had already started to piss when I sat down, so in standing up that first blast of pee went onto the floor and into my panties instead of the toilet as I’d planned. I managed to stop any more from coming out, if just barely, and my bladder complained loudly that it had been interrupted so soon. It didn’t matter though. She was more important, and I could hold it long enough to figure out a way to torture her with my relief. And if I couldn’t wait, well… that would just make it all the more fun. I really did want to keep holding it though, even if it felt like it’d come out any second and I wouldn’t be able to stop when it did. I truly did have very little time left; I’d done this often enough to know the signs I need to give up, and at this point I knew I was pushing it real damn close. But I also knew I could drag this out just a little longer, so I marched out of the bathroom and down the hall to the front door with a devious smile on my face and a hand in my jacket pocket. She was dancing in place right by the door with her hands in fists at her sides, and she probably hadn’t moved since she stepped inside. I saw one of her shoes in a corner nearby, and the other had apparently fucked off to some completely different part of the house. Her beautiful green eyes lit up when she saw me, and she called out almost immediately. “A-Azzy! Help, I can’t… ah, I can’t…” She’d just got home from work, as we planned, and now was desperately clawing at her robes to try to get them off. I tried to speak calmly, but I knew my voice was shaking both from my own need and because of the wondrous image before me now. “C-calm down, Ellie, I-I’m here. I’m here.” I walked up behind her, pulling my hand from my pocket and bringing with it a little leather ring. I held her collar open in front of her for a moment before gently closing it around her neck. She gave a sigh that almost sounded like a purr, and her dance became less frantic. “Now, kitten… we just have to… get you out of these things.” Then my hands moved down to remove her cloak, sneaking in a little squeeze of her chest through all the fabric. Her response was a moan and a whisper telling me to hurry up. The cloak was off quickly enough, and I just threw it off to the side somewhere. Then I got to work on the top layer of robe, trying not to lean too much into her back and leave a big yellow mark on her robes. Still, I leaned in to kiss her cheek while my hands fumbled with the ties keeping the robe together. I may have spent a little more time than I needed to getting the top few undone, so I could leave my hands resting on her immaculate breasts for a while, wishing I could just stand there fondling them all day. But we didn’t have all day; she whimpered quietly, constantly muttering either encouragement or requests that I move faster. When the robe was open, I told her to lift her arms, which she did with a little whine, and then I coaxed her into stepping out of the robe before tossing it somewhere as well. One last layer, and I knew she wouldn’t like this one. “I n-need you to stand st-still, hon,” I said, and she turned her head to look back at me. “I… I don’t know if I can. Nnn…” I ignored a little splash reheating my panties and tried to speak with at least a little conviction. “Just… for a second, sweetie. You’ll be… you’ll be okay.” She turned back to look forward, and after a little bit I saw her nod and her dancing wind down until it stopped completely. She’d only replaced it with feverish shaking, but it was good enough for me to slide her little priest-gown off her shoulders and down her body. She gasped when my hand slid over her own bladder bulge, though I didn’t do anything there with that hand. When the gown hit the floor, she went right back to dancing. Neither of us wanted to bend down and move the gown elsewhere, so in her dance she kicked it away from her feet. Good enough for me. My right hand went onto her left shoulder, and I walked carefully around to her front, grabbing her other shoulder once we were facing each other. She wasn’t looking me in the eye; I glanced down to whatever she was looking at long enough to see her hands fly to her crotch but stop just short of grabbing when she suddenly remembered our deal. She slowly brought her hands back to her sides and finally looked right at me. Her mouth was slightly open and her whole body was bouncing a little bit as her legs refused to stop moving. “So, Ellie… My sweet little Ellie,” I said, slow and soft, gently guiding her to walk backwards until she leaned up against the wall. “Has my little girl been good today?” My hands moved to grab hers and move them up above her head – there was no resistance, she was just dancing and staring at me with a lustful gaze that I’m sure I was returning. I held both of her hands here with my left, and my right brushed her sweet-smelling brown hair out of her face before moving down to her thigh. “I-I t-tried to hold on all day, l-like you said, but I had to- nngaah!” She cried out and her breathing grew faster as the hand on her thigh found its way between her legs. That hand started rubbing softly through those tight gray shorts, too small for her, that she’d eagerly agreed to wear today. I didn’t have to look down to know she’d wet herself while she was at work, though for right now she was doing a good job. Her breathing slowed again as my hand moved down the inside of her thighs. “I… had to… had to let a little out.” “Feels like more than a little, kitten,” I said, firmly but playfully. My hand stopped for a moment and I let out a little grunt when my bladder sent a very strong signal that I ought to hurry up. “You didn’t have an accident in the temple, did you?” “N-no, only… haah, only a little. A-a-a few… few times, but… I tried… I tried not to do any more th-th-than you said I-I could.” Her arms wiggled in my grasp, but I just tightened my grip. “P-Please, Azzy, I… I need..” My right hand found its way to her bladder, tracing little circles through the thin fabric of her shirt. “I’m sorry, did you- did you say something?” That hand gradually turned into a fist, which I pressed lightly into her bulge – it was firm, but not solid. “As-rielle, ah!” She practically shouted my name when the pressure hit her, speaking the last syllables louder and more high-pitched than the first. I felt another addition to the warmth between my legs and heard a little splash of liquid hitting the wood floor. Ellie looked down in a panic, but quickly looked back up to look into my eyes. Her gaze quickly softened again, and she put on a silly smile for a moment while she kept squirming around in my grip that she could have escaped from if she wanted to. I glanced down, too, and saw a fresh dark patch between her legs… but not a spot on the floor below her. Oops. “Azzy, please… Let me…” Her adorable begging had become nearly a whisper, and she mumbled something that I legitimately couldn’t hear. I stared straight into her eyes, and saw a reflection of my own raw desire. My fist stayed on her bladder, though the pressure had been let off, and I subtly pressed my legs together and bent my left ever so slightly. “I couldn’t hear you, babe.” “I need to go!” She closed her eyes and yelled, stomping her feet in a bit of a march. “Go where?” I leaned in close and whispered directly into her ear, at the same time just barely fighting off another surge from my bladder. Then I leaned out, planting a little kiss on her cheek along the way, and looked into her eyes, awaiting her answer. Elaria said nothing for a second, just breathing heavily through her mouth. When she finally spoke, it was a quiet match for my own voice. “B-bathroom…” As soon as she finished saying that word, a spark of fear joined the lust in her eyes. Only for a fleeting moment, but it was true terror. She’d realized too late what she was asking for. She knew what her request meant, but she wasn’t thinking when she said it. I put on a stern look, brought my left hand up, first to tug at her collar a little, then to her chin, and lifted my left knee higher as another spurt broke through and hit the floor. Ellie gasped too and I can only assume her shorts got a little wetter. She couldn’t wait much longer – neither could I – and I had to make sure this was how she wanted it to end. When I spoke, I tried to make clear in my voice that this was no game. “Are you sure about that, babe? Completely sure? That’s really what you want?” Ellie stared into my eyes, still with her same lustful emerald gaze, and took a deep breath. Then she whispered to me: “Asrielle… yes… please, yes…” She nodded fervently. I sighed and leaned in for a proper kiss. Her lips met mine and I heard a muffled moan from her as she pressed her body as close to mine as either of our bladders would tolerate. I had to give her an out. She’d forgotten, if only for a moment, what it meant in our games to make the request that she did, so I had to make sure she wasn’t trying to ask me to let her take a much-needed potty break. But, no, she wanted to keep going. She wanted to push her limits, just like me. She was dedicated to our game. She knew how to call it off whenever she wanted, whenever she was in pain. Just one word. But she didn’t say it. She pressed on. She wanted to see it through to the end, and she wanted me to make that as hard for her as I could. She broke away first, leaning back against the wall again, whimpering and still dancing. Her breathing was still fast, but now she was biting her lip instead of breathing through her mouth. She was staring at me, not saying anything, waiting for me to do something. With the hand I had on her wrist, I guided her left arm down again, her right following along on its own. The hand in my grasp was a fist while the other was kneading at the bottom of her shirt, clearly wanting to do something more but not able to. “Come on then, kitten, let’s… let’s get you to the bathroom,” I said, turning around and giving her arm a little tug to get her moving. She stumbled at first, letting out an adorable surprised squeak and grabbing my arm with her free hand for a moment, but once she’d righted herself she followed along at my pace without further issue. I led Elaria directly to our destination – no silly stops in the middle of the hall, no detour to the kitchen to get her something to drink, nothing. I was probably closer to bursting than she was, and if this was my one chance to do that in a toilet instead of in my pants, of course I was going to jump on that opportunity. Along the way I had my free hand pushing down on my shorts, finally relieving the torturous pressure and hopefully making them just a little bit easier to take off quickly. I’d left the door to the bathroom open, so I marched straight in, but Ellie didn’t follow. She stopped just before crossing the threshold, suddenly enough that she pulled me back with a jolt that caused a little puddle to appear at my feet. I turned around to face her, now openly crossing my legs as tightly as I could while still standing upright and without needing to pull my shorts up properly again. She was just looking at me, her head tilted a little and her legs still incessantly dancing. “What are you waiting for?” I sounded more impatient than I had intended; I really did want to use the toilet, and my body was starting to ignore what I wanted. I wanted Ellie to come with me, too, but now she was just standing there, as normal as possible, because she’d decided to stop. Her need didn’t suddenly get much worse, she didn’t need to stop to fight herself for control, none of that. She’d just stopped. I was already mentally kicking myself before she answered my question. I knew why she stopped, but the reason had slipped my mind for a moment. It was my fault. “Y-you brought me t-to the bathroom,” she said meekly, no longer making direct eye contact. The hand that had been playing with her shirt was now fingering her collar. “You didn’t… didn’t say I c-could go inside.” Then she brought that hand up to her mouth, made a fist, and bit down on it. “Nnn…” Can’t blame her for following orders. With as much of a smile as I could put on when I was seconds away from an accident, I forced the hand out of my shorts and used it to ruffle Ellie’s hair, then I grabbed her hand from her mouth and brought it down near the other. “Well, then… follow me, sweetie.” I took a step back and pulled her a step forward, and once I knew she would come with me I walked backwards across the room until I knew I was about to trip over the toilet. She didn’t resist being pulled along and didn’t try to stop anymore. When I stopped, I looked over my shoulder to confirm I was where I wanted to be, then looked back at Ellie and let go of her arms. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, making sure to get my panties as well, but I didn’t pull them down. Not yet, even though I knew I absolutely could not hold it in anymore. “Look at me,” I said quickly. She looked at me. “I want you to watch,” I told her with the last scraps of authority I could pull together in this state. She nodded firmly. At that point everything seemed to happen at once. I slid my shorts and underwear down past my knees, and the slight bend required to do so made my bladder burst. I sat down as quickly as I could, peeing on my lowered clothes and the floor in the process. Ellie whimpered but didn’t move. As soon as I was seated I made sure my legs were spread wide to give her a good view, then my eyes were closed and I felt like I’d gone limp. “Haahh… aaaaaahhyaaaaaah…” I hadn’t intended to taunt Ellie with my moaning as well as the view of my torrent, but I didn’t have much say in the matter. The best I could do was try to take some deep breaths and open my eyes again. The first thing I saw was that Ellie was staring directly between my legs, eyes wide and somehow filled with both a jealous yearning and a perverse satisfaction at being left waiting, her breathing heavy and quick. She’d gone back to breathing through her mouth, and with both hands she’d bunched up the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up far enough that I could see a hint of her bare breasts. She wasn’t dancing anymore, instead just shivering with her legs grinding against each other. Her once-light gray shorts were covered in obvious dark spots, and they were only getting darker as she kept renewing the wetness. Every so often some would drip down and patter onto the floor, though I could only barely hear it and her accompanying whine over the sounds of my own relief. At some point my hands found their way onto my gradually-deflating balloon, and I looked down to watch them play with it to pass the time. By the time my breathing had returned to normal, the flood I was unleashing into the toilet hadn’t slowed at all, but I was becoming aware of how sore and exhausted my bladder was. So my hands moved south, stopping just above the source of the waterfall. I adjusted my position slightly and spread my lips with both hands, looking back up at Ellie with an evil grin. She glanced up only for a moment, gave a weak smile, then continued watching the storm. Honestly, I was impressed, both with myself and with Elaria’s dedication. I knew I was at my limit, but that apparently meant far more liquid than I thought it did. And as for Ellie, there was nothing keeping her eyes glued between my legs. Nothing was stopping her from begging me to let her have a turn next, or sit on my lap and pee through my legs, or just leave the room and shut the door so she didn’t have to see or hear anything. She’d come a long way since we first met. Two or three years ago I would have expected her to have her hands shoved between her legs while she shouted at me that she was going to wet herself. She would have tears running down her face as she begged for me to allow her to pee. There was nothing stopping her from doing any of that now, nothing except the fact that I told her to watch while I took a bursting piss she was still dying for. Used to be she just did this for me, but now she was finding her own enjoyment in it. I’d taken this innocent priestess and turned her into a monster, and honestly the thought of it got me worked up to the point where I wasn’t entirely sure anymore if the overwhelming relief was orgasmic or if I actually had been pushed over that edge as well. I didn’t much care for that distinction, though. It didn’t make a difference to me. All I cared about was that I’d never felt so good outside of that moment, and I highly doubted I would ever be able to match those sensations. Nothing mattered but the fact that sitting there felt good. Neither of us seemed to be particularly sure about how much time had passed before my stream became something that could be expected to come out of a normal person. It didn’t take long for that to die down into a little trickle, and once it was nothing more than a little dripping, I got myself comfortable and took advantage of where my hands already were. My head leaned back against the wall, my eyes closed, and my mouth hung a little open while I went to work. The hand that wasn’t busy yet moved up to my chest to find a way to make itself so, pushing the cloth covering out of the way without removing it completely. I finished quickly, certainly helped along by the fact that I could still hear Ellie’s quiet whimpering just a few feet away. Then I stood, letting my shorts and panties fall to my feet and stepping out of them towards Elaria. With both of my hands I grabbed both of hers, forcing her to let go of her shirt she had crumpled up beyond reason. She looked me right in the eye, giving off little whines in an attempt to form words. “Got something to say, sweetie?” I took her hands and kissed each as one would a King’s, waiting for her to remember how to speak. She had a look of intense concentration on her face, no doubt trying to focus both on not wetting herself and on how to phrase what she wanted to say. In the meantime she continued to squirm around and returned to doing a little dance, though not as pronounced as before. Finally, she worked up the ability to talk to me, though quietly. “Asrielle, I… I r-really have to…” She looked down at our hands. “I… nnnngh… I, ah… M-may I… p-please… May… may I… go potty?” Then she returned to staring straight into my eyes. For a little while, I didn’t answer, and just stood inspecting her face. It was completely red and she might as well have been drowning in sweat, but she was still beautiful. More importantly, though, she wasn’t good at hiding what she wanted my answer to be. Her eyes were pleading, and yet lusting. Even the fact that she’d asked the question in the first place meant I knew the answer she was looking for. After all, if she truly wanted out, she knew that she only had to say one word and I’d do whatever I could to help her get herself out of the game. I glanced down at her chest, admiring the view of her nipples through her shirt, before looking back up at her and speaking firmly. “No,” I said. She didn’t look disappointed. “You have to hold it. You can do that for me, can’t you, babe?” I put one hand on her chin, holding it up so she’d keep looking right at me, and the other one slowly slid down the side of her body, finally coming around to the front when it reached the area of her bulge. She let out a high-pitched whine when I pressed lightly on it, but the pressure was off almost immediately as I forced my hand through the too-tight waistband of her shorts and pressed directly against her thoroughly-wet lips. This forced her to stop dancing, and now she was simply trembling. “Can my little girl hold her pee for me?” I moved my hand down from her chin to keep a loose grip on her collar. “I-I-I… I don’t... I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ll t-try but… But I-I g-gotta go real bad.” As if on cue, I felt a small blast of warm wetness against my fingers. “S-sorry.” “I know you do, sweetie,” I said, leaning in as close as I could without making her try to wiggle away. “But I also know you’re a big girl who can hold her pee if she needs to. My perfect little priestess isn’t gonna piddle in her favorite panties and the cute pants I made for her and on my floor just because she’s not allowed to use the toilet, is she?” When she shook her head, I pulled my hand from between her legs and moved both of them to her shoulders, gently pushing to get her to face the other direction. “I didn’t think so, kitten. Now turn around. We’re going to bed.” Ellie turned around without much trouble, but kept her gaze locked on me as long as possible. I left my right hand on her shoulder, while my left arm hugged her waist, leaving the hand to rest over her bladder. I felt her left hand grab at mine, but she didn’t make any attempt to move it. Her right had gone back to playing with the edges of her shirt. She whimpered when I gave her a gentle nudge in the shoulder, and started walking slowly out of the bathroom, down the hall, and over to my bedroom. She’d occasionally whine every so often on the way there, but mostly seemed focused on staying calm and not having an accident while we walked together, her in the lead. Her breathing had slowed and turned to deep, deliberate breaths and she was toying with my fingers on the hand that was over her rock-hard bulge. She still wasn’t trying to move the hand, just trying to keep herself busy. Her eyes were focused ahead of her, and we slowly but consistently worked towards the bedroom. I wasn’t particularly concerned with the path ahead – no, I was looking down, admiring the view of her modest but wonderful ass, thanks to the nearly skintight shorts she was wearing. And those big dark streaks running down her shorts that turned into glistening yellow on her snow-white legs were quite the breathtaking sight as well. When we finally arrived, I told her to stop just before the bed and turn around, and put both my arms around her waist. She tied her legs together and tried to sit down, whining when she felt my hands pressing her closer to me to keep her upright. “No, no, stand up, and stand still.” I looked her up and down quickly, and watched as she tried to stop bouncing but only managed to slow down. “Arms up,” I said, causing her to drop the hem of her shirt and do as I asked. Then I pulled her shirt up off of her and tossed it to the side. She instinctively put one hand over her chest and left the other to fiddle with her collar, her face even redder than before. Then I knelt down before her and hooked my fingers into the strangling waistband of her shorts, getting her to gasp and try to take a step back in response. I looked up at her with a silly grin. “What,” I asked with a teasing songlike voice. “You don’t want to get out of your wet clothes?” “Just… a little surprised… Y-you made me… pee a little bit…” She was looking off to the side, not at me, and her hands were still covering her breasts. She turned to look at the ceiling when I forced her shorts down to her knees, eliciting a sigh as the pressure was finally released. Then I reached up and gently rubbed the crotch of her panties – the ones she always wore for our little games, and which by now bore not a hint of their original white color despite many attempts to wash them – before tearing those down as well, letting them and her shorts fall to the ground. I stood up and gave her chest a gentle shove so she’d sit down – a spurt soaked into my blankets as soon as she made contact – and then I took her hand and guided her to lie on her back. She squirmed around watching me while I prepared to join her, slipping out of my jacket and carefully folding it before setting down on the nightstand by her head. I only remembered what had already been there when I saw her hand retract from trying to grab it before my jacket covered it, so I went ahead and got it myself. Ellie looked back and forth between my face and the hand that was now brandishing our leash, clearly unsure of what to do now. It was little more than a long piece of string, strong enough for us to play with but discreet enough that we could use it when I took her out for walks in public. I dangled it in front of her as if it were a cat toy. “You want me to use this on you?” She nodded quietly and I shook my head. “Not today, dear,” I said, slipping it into one of my jacket pockets. Then I unwrapped my breasts and let the sweaty cloth that had been covering them fall to the floor. “Though you have been a very good girl today.” I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees, grabbing her legs to keep them still. “In fact, I think you deserve a reward…” I forced her to spread her legs and had just started to lean in when she called out and tried to wiggle away. “N-no, wait! I-I’m gonna… gonna p-pee on you if- if you do that.” When I just gave her a silly look with my head cocked, she added more quietly, “A-and I-I- I don’t… I don’t wanna, uh, pee… on you.” Even the High King’s crimson banners couldn’t compare to the color of Ellie’s face. “Fingers it is, then,” I said, crawling up to lie down on my side next to her and shooting her a devilish look. She looked at me, a little worried, but her eyes were still reflecting the fire in mine. I snuggled up close to her, perhaps intentionally guiding one of her hands to my rear so I didn’t crush that arm between us. Then I took a moment to give her bladder a gentle rub before venturing southward. Ellie turned her head back to look at the ceiling and brought a hand to her neck, and when my fingers found what they were looking for she shut her eyes and let out a quivering moan. I got right to work and didn’t let up, despite her intense squirming and the occasional spurt of her pee I’d feel slip past my fingers. She made the most adorable noises whenever she leaked. “Ahaah…” Before too long, I felt a big, steady leak against my hand, that lasted for a good second before turning into a weak dribble. Coincidentally this was around the same time my fingers found their way inside, and Elaria brought both of her hands down to mine to try to get me to apply more pressure to her from the outside. “Nonononono…” She was muttering quickly and quietly, pleading with herself to hold her pee just a little longer, even though we both knew she was just about at her limit. “Holditholditholditholditholdit…” I pressed my head up against hers while my hand kept doing what it was doing, admiring the scent of her hair that still overpowered that of her sweat. She kept moaning and groaning and muttering and slowly leaking into my hand until suddenly her eyes shot open and her whole body tensed up. “Gotta hold it, gotta hold it, gotta hold it, hhaah… nnnn…” She was talking to herself with a whining tone, trying to convince herself to do something she knew was impossible. “Gotta… gotta… I… I can’t…” I felt it in my hand before she said it. “I can’t… can’t hold it… I… I’m peeing… Aah… I’m… haah…” Her breathing was heavy, and there were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. I took a moment to look down and admire her heaving chest, pretending to look past it and at what my fingers hadn’t stopped doing. Her stream was heavy, and with my hand in the way it ended up getting everywhere, but I could still feel that it wasn’t at its full potential – she was still fighting it, even though she had no chance to regain control at this point. Eventually my fingers left her and I moved my hand away, allowing her to spray my bed directly, her stream quickly becoming more intense as she surrendered control. Then I moved so that I was straddling her, grabbing her hands and holding them up on either side of her head. She stared at me for a moment, closing her eyes again when I suddenly leaned in and kissed her. I heard a muffled groan of pleasure from her and felt her hands shift as they tried to break free of my grip. I broke off just long enough to say two words: “No touching.” Then I immediately returned my mouth to hers and listened to her moans and the sound of her bladder emptying itself onto my bed as it so desperately needed to for so long. I broke off again before long and repositioned myself a bit, still hovering over her, but now my hands had released hers and had started playing with her tits. She seemed to have the same idea, putting one hand on my back to get me to lean in a little closer while other explored my chest. She kept peeing the whole time, which I found rather amusing considering that she must have emptied half of her bladder into her pants earlier. She really had been at her absolute maximum. I had been too, and had no intentions of waiting particularly long any time soon, so when I realized I either still had a little left or some of my last drinks had finally caught up with me, I added a little trickle to Ellie’s puddle without a second thought. She raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t say anything. I hardly had anything to contribute in the first place, so I finished quickly, and not too long afterwards I heard Elaria’s stream start to die off. Just about in time, too, as her trickling was now making the sound of water-on-water, indicating that she’d wet my bed enough that it couldn’t be absorbed all at once and had created a puddle. When she finally stopped, I fell back to lie next to her, my legs splashing against her puddle for a moment. She was taking deep sighing breaths and seemed quite out of it, so I gave her arm a little tug. Her head turned to me and she looked confused for a moment, before she realized where she was and what she’d done. “I… I wet your bed,” she said. I nodded and gave a little smile. “Of course you did. Now come on, slide over where it’s dry.” I’d intentionally gone out of my way to get a far bigger bed than I needed, even though Ellie and I always cuddled together when she stayed over – she’d covered a large part of it with her piss but there was still a significant portion that was yet untouched thanks to my foresight, and that was where we both moved to, me at the edge and her just to my left. Then I wiggled around a bit to work myself under the sheets, and she did the same. Beneath the covers, I snuggled up close to her again, now just hugging her and enjoying the warmth of her naked and rather wet body against mine. “So, how was that, huh?” “Ohhh… I… don’t… I don’t know the words for that…” She was holding me just as I was her, and every breath she took still sounded like a moan. “It was…” Ellie took a moment to think, and instead of trying to put together words she gave me a quick kiss. “Does… that explain it?” “Perfectly,” I cooed, moving a hand to brush through her hair. “You did very well, my dear.” “I… I just wanted to make you happy.” She closed her eyes and leaned into the hand I had running against her head. “Don’t you lie to me, now. I know you enjoyed it.” Her response was a giggle. “Maybe a little bit…” Then we were both silent, aside from the occasional sigh caused by one of us petting the other or my toying with her collar, until I spoke after a few minutes. She just had to hear the stupid joke I’d come up with. “Hey, El,” I started, barely able to suppress a little laugh. “What is it?” She looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “So, what do you call it when a priestess has an accident?” Elaria groaned and I could tell she was trying not to laugh before I’d even told the joke properly. “This is gonna be terrible, isn’t it?” “I dunno, maaaaybeee… But, come on, guess.” I twirled a lock of her hair around with a finger. “Um… I don’t… I don’t know. What do you call it?” I had to put a hand to my mouth to stop from bursting with laughter right away. Eventually I composed myself just barely enough to deliver the punchline. “A clerical error,” I said, howling at my own joke. Ellie refused to look at me while she giggled uncontrollably. “Man, I really hate you sometimes, you know that?” “Love you too, babe.”
  2. Premise: An alpha of unspecified gender is making their male omega hold his pee all through their sexual activity. The omega really has to go but he is really into his alpha dominating him and torturing his poor little bladder, so he submits.... All you need to know about this variation of omegaverse is that male omegas have a vaginal opening between their penis and anus. Instead of testicles, they have kind of a large, fleshy vulva area, a bit more pronounced than a real world female vulva. Female alphas (if that's what you read the alpha as) have an anatomy that typically resembles women in real life, but they're a bit taller, and when aroused, their clitorises extend to penetrate- and because they're alphas, they're BIG and they can knot. Male alphas (again, if that's what you read the alpha as) are your standard omegaverse male alphas. Big dicks, knotting and whatnot. >>> "Just keep sucking" The omega did as his alpha commanded from his kneeling position. His bladder ached for relief but nonetheless, he continued to service his alphas hard, pulsating length. With his hands, he squeezed on his own little omega cock through his pants between his legs, fidgeting as he did so. He was trying to ease his dire need to piss. Despite his desperation though, he was awfully aroused. His opening was throbbing and wet, while his dick was stiff between his fingers. "Just like that.." the alpha let out a low moan as they began to move their hips back and forth, dominating their omegas mouth and throat, "take my cock..." After several minutes of thrusting, pleasure, growing arousal and an increasing need for bladder relief, the alpha pulled out entirely and stepped back. "Stay," they commanded with a sadistic smirk. The omega whimpered but obeyed, as he squeezed himself tighter. The pair was outdoors, in a rather secluded area. They were on a camping trip to get some alone time. Stepping back just a few feet, the alpha adjusted their clothing appropriately before letting out a powerful stream of hot piss. It was the early evening and the weather was cool, so you could even see steam coming from it. The alpha moaned in relief and pleasure as they continued their extremely long and hard piss, greatly teasing their omega who wasn't yet allowed to set free his own stream. The alpha was still very much erect and even had the tiniest hint of a knot forming. The omega wondered if he was in for a good, hard fuck after this. As much as he desperately had to go, his arousal was strong and ever growing, and he was hopeful to have it relieved by his alpha. His question was answered as soon as the alphas stream finally started to die down. Kicking their pants away completely and quickly removing the rest of their clothes, the alpha was quick to get their omega on his back, quickly removing his clothes also, hungry to be inside of him. The omega was panting, both with arousal, and the dire need to let go of his pee. The hands squeezing his penis were replaced by just one of his alphas. They just squeezed the tip between their thumb and forefinger to keep his straining urethra from leaking out any fluid. With one hard thrust, the alphas huge cock was all the way inside their omegas dripping wet opening. The omega gasped in shock at how sudden it was. The alpha, still pinching his tip, leaned down to suckle his neck as he began thrusting back forth, quickly picking up pace. The omegas bladder could hardly take the pressure of being fucked. His alpha pressing their body down into his wasn't helping, nor was the increase in speed and their growing knot; but as much as it hurt, it felt incredible. The more his alpha thrust into him, the more he needed to be filled with their knot, and with their hot cum; but GOD did he desperately need to release his bladder! The pressure of what was happening was already agony; being stuffed full with a swollen alpha knot and filled with their cum was a terrifying thought, and right now, there was nothing this omega wanted more. >>> So this is what I've written of this so far. I wrote it originally a few years ago when I was really into omegaverse- I do still enjoy it; I was just more into it back then after first discovering it. Its funny though, because this story takes place between a male omega and an alpha of unspecified gender when usually, I'm more into f/f stuff. Anyway though, I remembered this story and decided to have a go at rewriting it, because I've started writing again, which is something I haven't done in a while. Specifically, I want to start doing erotic short stories. I think it would be really cool to make little digital books out of them, with some accompanying artwork, and with my background in graphic design, I can lay them out to look really nice as well. I'm not a particularly great writer, but I'm certainly not bad, and I think they would make some good editions to my Etsy store hehe Anyway, what do you guys think of this one so far? I'm also working on a piece where a forty year old psychologist tries to spice up her sex life by joining an anonymous sex club and encounters a younger woman who gives her the best orgasms she's ever experienced- it's actually turning out to be longer and have more exposition than I was originally planning, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless- that ones not an omo piece though hehe
  3. RoTracksuitWet

    female Tall girl, small bladder

    Amanda is a 21 year old girl living in San Francisco but visits her friend for three weeks in New York. Her appearance looks unusual. She is 197 cm/6 ft 5.56 in tall, but her legs are tremendously big. Her legs (along with her pelvis) are 120 cm/3 ft 11.24 in tall, her torso (except her pelvis and her neck) is 47 cm/1 ft 6.5 in tall and her head (along with her neck) is 30 cm/11.81 inches tall. So in conclusion, her legs are larger than her torso and her head combined. Despite she is tall, unfortunately her bladder is so small. Her bladder can only hold 300 ml of liquids. She also has a big booty/ass. Her friend is smaller than her (170 cm/5 ft 6.93 in tall) and she knows that her bladder is small and she likes to tease Amanda (in a FRIENDLY way, of course) about that and she decides that it could be funny to make Amanda wait for the bathroom. She is 23 years old. A. Amanda's hair type is? straight wavy curly B. Amanda's friend's name: Anna Susan Sophia Samantha Isabella C. Where do they(Amanda and her friend) go? Cinema Theatre TV show other
  4. Lustful Loki

    Chapter 3-Pandora's Box

    Beth didn’t get to clean up after her humiliating wetting. He untied her from the chair, but made her leave her sodden and jizz covered clothing on. She relished in it. A dirty, filthy, piss slut was wearing those clothes, and she loved it. He tied her hands together, made a lead from the rope he had just taken off of her, and led her out of the room they had been in. As they walked through the door and onto the street, he took a water bottle out and put it to her lips. “Drink,” he commanded. She sipped it tentatively at first but was soon forced to gulp the iced tea as he turned the container upside-down. She finished one bottle and then another, with barely a dribble down her already soaked torso. They had picked the hotel because of its proximity to Pandora’s Box, a kink dungeon that he had chosen. He pulled her by the length of rope that was around her wrists and led her inside the dungeon. There were some people waiting by the door, who stared as she was pulled past. He led her straight to the bathroom, which was unisex here, and walked her into the last stall. Instead of a toilet, there were two metals rings in the wall, about a foot off the ground. He tied one hand to each ring, with a couple feet of rope so she could put her hands on her lap or stand up. She was however, completely stuck inside the stall. It looked relatively clean, and a drain sat in the center of the room. “Enjoy, my little slut,” he said as he left the stall. She sat there, legs crossed, and waited. After a few minutes, she had her first customer. A man slammed the door open. “Oh sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here. It has been empty for like a month.” He was average height, weight, and looks, with dusty brown hair, brown eyes, and a goatee. She didn’t reply; she wasn’t allowed to unless directly asked a question. He took out his cock. It was slightly below average and half-erect. “Pull on the binds a little, show me that you are trapped.” She tugged on the ropes that held her in place. They gave her a lot of slack, but they were well tied. She wasn’t going to get out until her Master let her out. “Perfect,” the man murmured. His dick quickly became erect, and he started to masturbate. “You’re already soaking in piss, aren’t you?” She nodded, shamefully. She was disgusting, covered in her own piss and cum as well as another man she barely knew, and this man would coat her next. The worst was, she loved it; her pussy was soaking wet, and not from piss. He stroked his cock leisurely at first and then faster. He saw that her eyes were pleading, and he thought she was begging him not to. She was actually begging him to. She desperately wanted to be coated in it, all of it. He didn’t last long, and she didn’t mind. He came all over her; the first squirt landed in her hair, the second on her tits, and the last big one in her lap. He grunted with pleasure as he finished, and rubbed the last drops out onto her cheek. She smiled up at him and he gave her a toothy grin back. With his cock still in his hand, he pointed at her hair. At first a few drops dribbled out of his head, and then the piss came out full stream. He doused her head with piss first, then aimed for her tits, soaking each individually. Suddenly, he stopped wetting, and a devilish grin spread across his cheeks. “Stand,” he commanded. She cocked her head to the side, but stood. He took his cock and slid it deeply into her panties. His piss hit her pussy and pooled in her underwear before dripping down her legs. It felt like she was wetting herself, and she loved it. She almost begged him to fuck her, but she remembered she wasn’t allowed to speak. He finished wetting her and pulled his now flaccid cock out of her dripping panties. “Thanks,” he mumbled. There was a shower nozzle on the side of the stall, near the drain, and he rinsed her off with the lukewarm water before leaving. He didn’t bother to wash himself. She sat alone and soaking wet. She wasn’t cold, but she was ridiculously horny. She wasn’t allowed to masturbate, so she just sat and waited. Another man came in; this one was lean, muscular and he had short dark hair and big brown eyes; he looked at her hungrily. “You clean?” He asked “I have been rinsed, Sir,” she replied. “Good.” He grabbed her skirt, yanked it up, and he pushed her panties out of the way. He took a rock hard cock and shoved it into her waiting pussy. She gasped, and tried to position herself so he would hit her g-spot. “No, you don’t get to cum unless I let you.” He growled. He fucked her roughly as she stood there, and she got little pleasure from it. He pounded her from the front, then flipped her over and took her from behind. When he finished, he grabbed her hips and held them against his groin as he pumped his load into her pussy. She expected him to leave after this, but he did not. Instead, his cock twitched inside her, and she felt herself filling with a warm liquid. He was wetting inside of her! She could not believe how much this turned her on. She begged him with her mind to let her come, but he couldn’t hear her. When he finished wetting, he told her, “Hold it in you until I tell you that you can let it go.” His cock slid out of her pussy and she squeezed her muscles immediately so she wouldn’t let a single drop out. He put her panties back and pulled her skirt back down. Then he watched her. She was having trouble holding it in. Her pussy’s muscles were strong, but they couldn’t hold liquid this long. She pleaded with her eyes, but he refused to release her. A dribble escaped her, and she squeaked. “Did you already fail, slut?” he demanded “Only a little, Sir,” she mumbled. “Too bad. You may release the rest, but you don’t get to orgasm from me.” She groaned and let go. Piss poured out of her pussy and again, it felt like she was wetting herself. Her clit was hard and sensitive, and she wished that she could touch it, but she knew her Master would know, so she didn’t. The man watched, satisfied, as she soiled herself with his juices, and then left without rinsing her. She didn’t think she should do it herself, without someone’s permission, so she sat back down, feeling his jizz squelch between her legs. After about ten minutes, the stall door opened slowly. A beautiful woman stood there, with a short bob cut of curly red hair, big green eyes, and a spray of freckles across her nose. She was lean, but not too skinny, with strong arms and legs revealed by a tank top and short shorts, and she had perky B-cup tits. Beth was in awe, would she get to be with this beauty?
  5. So this is more of a personal question that has to do with desp. wetting and (I guess?) dom/sub relations. Thank you for reading in advance, and sorry if it's long! Basically, I love the idea of desperation wetting and that being tied to having someone else giving permission to hold it or go. Something like a dom and sub, including all the other aspects of control that a dom has; except for sex. I had a dominant boyfriend, and I liked most of the things he'd do (though I don't do bondage), but ultimately he wouldn't listen when I would say no and since then I just can't have sex. So, what I'd like to know is if a relationship like that exists?
  6. Lustful Loki

    Chapter 4-Adena

    “Hello,” the woman said, “My name is Adena.” Beth said nothing. “Oh right, you probably can’t speak until spoken too. What is your name?” “Beth, Mistress.” “Nice to meet you, Beth. Do you want to play?” “Yes, I would love to, Mistress!” “Perfect, first, let’s make sure you are clean.” Adena gently lifted Beth’s skirt and pulled her panties away from her. She then took the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed the cum from Beth’s panties and from Beth’s wet pussy. Adena used her deft and narrow fingers to clean the inside of Beth’s pussy as well, and accidently ran her fingertips over Beth’s sensitive clit. Beth jumped and let out a moan. “Are you horny?” Adena asked sweetly. “Yes, Mistress.” “Oh poor honey. Orgasm control doms? Well I can fix that.” Adena started on Beth’s pussy with her fingers, gently rubbing it. Then, once the area was fully clean, she put her face between Beth’s legs and used her tongue to tenderly lick the sub’s soft petals and swollen clit. Beth moaned and whimpered. Adena’s licks became quicker and sharper and so do Beth’s moans. Two fingers were added into Beth’s vagina, and they swirled around the g-spot. Beth cried out and orgasmed, squirting all over Adena’s waiting face. “Good girl,” Adena coos, licking the juices from her fingers. “Thank you, Mistress!” Beth gasps, as she hits the wall, shaking with aftershocks. “You’re welcome. Now, it is my turn. On your knees, please.” Beth eagerly got on her knees, ready for the pussy she was about to receive. Adena pulled her short shorts and panties aside and revealed her waiting and soaking wet pussy. Beth kissed Adena’s thighs, starting up one side and down the other, going just over Adena’s hot pussy, teasing her. On the way back, she kissed around Adena’s cunt, and licked the sides of it. Adena moaned with impatient excitement. Beth then dove right in, and started to lick Adena roughly. Adena gasped with the sudden pleasure and held Beth’s face between her legs. Beth sucked on her clit and stuck her long tongue into Adena’s waiting hole. It did not take much to make her cum. Beth kept licking as she heard her Mistress shriek with pleasure, and then Adena exploded, not with cum, but piss. Adena let go of her short shorts and panties and pissed all over Beth through them with fire hose force, coating the sub in warm golden showers. Beth leaned back and let the piss caress her soaked body, and she got horny all over again. When Adena finished, the last few drops hitting the bathroom floor, she asked, “Do you have to go, Beth?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Good.” She lay down on the floor of the stall, and pulled Beth down onto her torso. “Piss on me, all over me.” Beth smiled and let go. She had not realized how badly she had to go until she let go and the torrent was released. She pissed through her panties onto Adena’s clothes, tits, and tummy. As Beth was running out, Adena pulled Beth over to her head and let Beth piss onto her face. She licked Beth to another heavenly orgasm as Beth finished wetting on her, and let her go. “You are a good, slut, aren’t you?” Adena said as she stood up. Beth sat on the floor and recovered from her third orgasm of the day. “Thank you, Mistress,” she replied shakily. Adena pulled the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed off Beth, and Beth rinsed off Adena. They brought each other to orgasm one more time, before Adena took her leave. Beth lay on the ground, curled up in an orgasming ball, and waited for the next person. She was fully recovered from orgasm when the next customer arrived. Or customers. A group of 5 men all walked into her stall, all of varying size and stature, and closed the door behind them. All of them made a circle around her, pulled out their cocks, pointed them at her, and started masturbating. All of them came in rock hard and ready to cum. The one directly in front of her came first, and the rest came right after. She was soon coated in semen, and the used their cocks to rub it into her clothes and body. They left their cocks against her body and started wetting, all at once, and she felt the five individual streams cascade down her body. She leaned back and relished it. There was no regret here. When the last cock stopped wetting, they left one by one, except the last who rinsed her off quickly before leaving as well. She was alone for another few minutes before her Master came back. “Did you have fun?” he asked. “Oh, yes sir, I did!” He slapped her with the back of his hand. “That’s too fucking bad, it was supposed to be punishment, bitch,” he growled. He untied her and dragged her from the room. “Now I have to show you real punishment,” he hissed.
  7. satyr

    female Potty Timer

    It's been a while since I put up a story. This one contains some light BDSM and, of course, omorashi. June 7 I know you'll be turned on by reading this, which is why I'm keeping it from you until all this is over. What can I say? I like teasing you. Being submissive doesn't come easy for me, which is probably why I find it so hot. To understand me, you need to understand my mom. She was a single mother and a rabid feminist. I mean, she was a little behind the times. Her brand of extreme feminism was en vogue in the early seventies, but my mom didn't come of age until the late eighties. She must have been lonely. My mom was a real man-hater. She took the good parts of feminism—equal rights and equal pay for women, the right to choose abortion, the idea that a woman is equally capable as a man in anything that doesn't require hard physical labor—and twisted it into an ideology that didn't just put man and woman on equal footing, but elevated women to a superior species. My mom used to say men were only good for two things: hard labor, which—it wasn't that women couldn't do it, it was just beneath their dignity—and as sperm donors. The best orgasms come when you play with your toys, you don't need no man inside you. Yes, my mom really talked like that, and she started telling me explicitly about sex before I even hit puberty. I'm not talking the birds and the bees here, I'm talking how to apply a vibrator to your G spot for optimal orgasms. I'm talking how God obviously favors women, because why else would he give a refractory period to men, preventing them from experiencing the ultimate pleasure more than once an hour, and none to women? I think she was lonely. Her beliefs separated her from other people. I never knew my father, but I pretty much concluded that he must have been the best guy ever, because by the time I was thirteen I had decided to believe the opposite of whatever my mom said about men, and boy, did she speak ill of him. He probably decided he was better off without her. She never had any boyfriends when I grew up—once or twice she had one night stands, I think, although she quickly shuffled the men out the door before she thought I was awake, as if she were ashamed of herself for stooping so low as to actually sleep with a man. Even though I was a contrarian teen, there was something growing in me, a kind of desire, which made me feel ashamed. It wasn't easy rebelling against my mom. She was a chain smoker and when she caught me sneaking a cig when I was sixteen, she scolded me, not for smoking, but for stealing. If I wanted to smoke, I would have to give her money and she'd go to the store and buy me my own cigarettes. The only things she really scolded me for was if I didn't do my chores—and rebellion via laziness felt utterly petty, not at all what I wanted—or if I happened to say something positive about the Male Race. That's what she called men, as if men and women were different species. I learned to keep my thoughts about men to myself. It must seem like my mom was an utterly horrible parent, and that I hate her, but don't get the wrong idea. Yes, she was an awful parent, but I don't hate her, I pity her. She could be great fun. You should know I've inherited her mental instability—so watch out! That's what the medication bottle in my bathroom cupboard is for. I've got it handled, mostly. But my mom, she would have long periods where she sat staring off into space, not saying a word, and I could hear her crying at night sometimes. But that would alternate with periods where she had all the energy in the world, when she was always laughing and smiling and not even men could make her upset. She would suddenly decide to take me out of school for the day to have an imprompty picnic, and then send me back the next day with a wink and a note that said I had been ill with fever and that's why she thought it best to keep me at home. She had a wonderful humor, too, very dark but outrageously funny. But that's her. This diary is about us, you and me. My mom is just necessary background for what follows. This unspeakable desire I mentioned, it went against everything my mother had taught me. To her, the Male Race was an inferior kind of human, a kind of error in the assembly line of perfect females. Women should run the world, and men should be grateful that they got to live in it. But I started having erotic dreams, dreams that ran a hundred and eighty degrees away from my mother's worldview. Strong men scolding me, spanking me, telling me what to do. For a long time, I was ashamed. I masturbated thinking about bearded men lifting me off my feet, splaying me across their laps and spanking me while telling me what a dirty slut I was. Then I would cry myself to sleep. God, I was such a dramatic teen. It took a long time for me to accept that I'm submissive, and that's okay. It's totally fine to willingly give up power if you get something in return—erotic feelings and feelings of safety and comfort. If a woman is her own master, surely it is within her power to give up power to someone else, someone who respects her and respects her limits, and who is man enough to take on the responsibility for another's safety and happiness that comes with power exchange. As you know, I have another kink. It took me a lot longer before I dared to tell you. Well, I was kind of forced to after I forgot to use incognito mode that one time and you caught my browsing history and just gave me that look. You should know the embarrassment I felt at that moment has become a favored part of my library of sexual fantasies. I had to admit it, and I was so afraid that you'd think I was a freak. It was one thing to be into spanking, to get wet when a strong man tells you to do something you don't want to do, but know you will do anyway. But this? I never told you how I got into it. I've always had a strong bladder. I remember I was curious, perhaps conspiciously so, in hindsight, when I was young and there were rumors in kindergarten that some kid wet themselves. I never got to witness it, but I heard that it happened and I remember thinking, wouldn't that be cool to see? One time, when I was thirteen or fourteen, I wet the bed. It's the only time I've ever done it since I got out of diapers. I don't know why it happened, but I must have had too much to drink before bed, and then skipped my usual bedtime pee because I was tired. It was only a little bit. My butt and panties were wet, and there was a little spot on the sheets, but I woke up and I was still bursting. My cheeks burned with the fire of a thousand suns when I realized what happened. I still really needed to pee, and I knew I could probably make it—I put the odds at two to one, meaning I was on the edge of having an accident. Another one. I had never been that desperate in living memory. I knew the wet spot was small enough that I could probably hide it from my mom. But the damage was done. I had undeniably wet the bed. That's when I had a naughty idea. I felt defeated already, so why not go all out? I was sitting up in bed, hands in my crotch to stem the tide, but at that moment I laid back down and carefully removed my hands. I closed my eyes and waited. My stellar potty training was yelling at me, telling me to hold it, this is no place to pee, you are not going to have an accident! But it was early morning and like any teen, I would keep it going until two in the morning and then zonk out until at least ten—this was a Sunday, or Saturday, I don't recall but it was definitely not a school day. Sleep began creeping into my consciousness, and I faintly registered that a trickle had began leaking out, re-warming my butt, but then I was off to dream land again. I woke up a little while later, and this time, I had really wet the bed. I no longer had to pee, but there was a me-sized puddle underneath me. The sheets were ruined. The mattress, possibly. There was no way I could hide this from my mom. I gingerly got out of bed. I was wearing panties and an oversized t-shirt which I liked to imagine really belonged to a strong man, a man who would surely spank me for touching his stuff without permission. My legs were wet. The front of the shirt was dripping. I made my way through the house—it was early morning, and the light leaking in through the blinders gave the whole house an eerie look, like some witch had cast a spell over everything. I could see dust motes spinning around in a crack of light. I remember thinking my mom would make me vacuum later. I knocked once on the door to my mom's room, and then I stepped in. “What…?” She said, still half asleep. There was only a tiny crack of light coming from the door, so my accident wasn't immediately apparent. My mom opened her eyes, sought out mine in the darkness. I stood there silent for a minute while she adjusted to the darkness, began waking up. I think I've inherited that from my mom, too: it takes me a while to wake up, and when I'm in that state halfway between sleep and waking, there is no speaking to me. You might as well speak to your closet. Finally she looked down and saw the spot on my shirt. “Honey, did you hurt yourself?” She asked. I guess I must have been misty eyed. You try waking up your mom to tell her you wet the bed at fourteen. I know I've been trying and failing to get you embarrassed, but I don't think even you could do that with a straight face. She sought some kind of explanation in my eyes, and then she zoned in on the wet spot. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, oh, oh my.” This was the moment of judgment. I knew she would think I was a baby, would scold me for being such a bad girl, would probably demote me to diapers right then and there. Catastrophic scenarios played out in my head. Worst cases were the only cases. I imagined her forcing me to give my teacher a slip of paper that said to let me go to the bathroom whenever I wanted, because I was having “potty issues,” and I imagined my teacher accidentally holding the slip the wrong way so my entire class would see it, and everyone would laugh, and I would be called pissy pants for the rest of my life. None of that happened. “Oh, honey, I'm sorry that happened to you,” was all my mom said. I think I was full of crying now, because I remember she held my face and wiped off my tears. “I'm not mad,” she said. “Don't you think I'm a big baby?” I sniffled. “Of course not,” she said. “It could happen to the best of us. Did you forget to go before bed?” “Uh-huh,” I said. My face felt like it was on fire. “Is it bad?” “I think you may need to buy a new mattress. A new bed, even!” I said. She laughed at that. My mom was in one of her “up” moods, so she laughed at everything. I think she must have been up until four in the morning—which wasn't unusual for her when she got like that—and had only just fallen asleep when I came to wake her. Everything is either upsetting or hilarious when you're that tired, there's no middle ground. She got out of bed and told me to take a shower. And you know what I did? I was genuinely upset, but for some reason I was also terribly aroused. I directed the shower head to my crotch and began humping it until I came. When I got out of the shower, my bed was magically restored. My mother insisted that I must be ill and told me to sleep in her bed. I felt like a child, more so than I ever had. I was just starting to develop physically and naturally, having a B cup made me feel like a woman, not a little girl, but sleeping in my mom's bed after I peed in mine made me feel very small, and, confusingly, I liked it. Very much so. To add to my embarrassment, my mom insisted that I sleep on top of a towel, “Just in case there are any more leaks. I think you may have caught a UTI. We'll see about getting you to the doctor.” The doctor! Please no. I couldn't bear the embarrassment of having my mom cart me off to my GP to tell him about my bedwetting, and I said so. I begged her, please don't do this to me. That changed her mind. “Oh, honey, you're right. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of a man unless it's absolutely necessary. But if there are any more accidents, I'm afraid we'll have no choice.” There were no more accidents. I've never once peed my bed, or my pants, or anywhere else that isn't a toilet—or once in some bushes while camping—since that day. I didn't tell you this story the day you found my porn history, even though I know you'd have gotten a kick out of it. But as you know, I did confess that I find women peeing themselves hot. And the next day, when we had our big “kink talk,” I told you what's more, I have a fantasy where a man punishes me for having an accident. I don't know when you came up with your little plan, but man, the way you presented it to me, I could have melted right there. I was just absentmindedly walking to the bathroom before we were about to head out, when you said, “Stop right there, little miss.” “Huh?” I said. I had no idea. “Where do you think you're going?” “Just going to the bathroom?” “It's two PM. That's not one of your designated bathroom allowances.” “My what?” “You heard me, little miss.” And then you laid out the schedule. The schedule designed to break me. Week one, that is to say this week, my bathroom allowance is four times per day, at exactly these times and no other times: 7 AM, 11 AM, 3 PM, 7 PM. Week two, which is to say next week, my allowance is only three: 7 AM, 1 PM, 7 PM. Week three, my allowance is only twice per day: seven in the morning and seven in the evening. “I don't think there will be any need for a week four. By then, you will be broken.” “What do you mean?” I said. I didn't even bother arguing about the schedule. It wasn't a specific fantasy I'd ever had, but it combined all my kinks: relinquishing control, the prospect of peeing my pants and being powerless to stop it. “I mean you will have peed your pants at least once, probably more than once by then, and I will ruthlessly ridicule you for it. That's when you break. But don't worry, I'll be there to pick up the pieces. I love you, you know that.” “I've never peed my pants!” I said. I didn't mention that incident when I was fourteen. It almost didn't count—I mean it was basically on purpose, right? I only had a tiny real accident. “I've never met a girl I couldn't break.” You said, confident as ever. “You mean you've done this… bathroom schedule thing before?” “No, not exactly. Peeing isn't my thing. I'm not disgusted by it, or by you getting off on it. It just doesn't do anything for me per se. But the prospect of controlling and humiliating you, now that gets me hard as a rock. I just chose a way that combines my kinks with yours.” “So...” “So I've met your type before. You want to be broken, humiliated, crushed, but you think you're unbreakable. Deep down you're afraid of the prospect that it's just a comfortable fantasy. That you really will break and that you won't be able to handle the fallout. You like to be in control, which is why it turns you on to be denied that control. Fear and excitement are the same emotion with different feelings attached. Your heart beats faster, you feel the anxiety in your throat. For some, they panic. You find the idea arousing, but you're afraid that if the fantasy becomes real, you'll panic. Well, I've broken girls before. None of them panicked. All of them—both, don't think I'm such a big player—handled it really well. It was fun and different and exciting.” I stuck my tongue out. “I am not going to pee my pants!” “Well, you better not in my car. I recommend you set a potty timer on your phone, because if you forget, if you're not headed to the bathroom by five minutes past, you forfeit that break and have to wait until the next one.” “Potty timer? Really?” “Yes, really.” Well, it's Tuesday. Day two. I already forgot my three PM pee, and when four rolled around, I was squirming a bit in my seat at work. When it neared seven, I was bent over, trying not to think about Niagara Falls. I ran to the toilet at seven sharp and peed for over a minute, full force. Grudgingly, I've set a “potty timer” on my phone. But I refuse to call it that. If I ever catch you using that term, I'll whoop your ass, I mean it. Wish me luck. I think week one will be fine, but next week could pose a challenge. Thankfully my vacation's coming up, so I don't have to be around people all desperate. We can do our little game in private. I just hope you don't have any nasty plans...
  8. Lustful Loki

    Chapter 1-The beginning

    Bethesda wasn't sure of this now. The blindfold let through a little light, revealing the muted paisley pattern, but she couldn't see through it. She had agreed to this, but hadn't been able to see for the better part of an hour (that was her best guess) and she was starting to get nervous. Her bindings weren't making her uncomfortable. There was one wrapped around her rib cage and arms and another around her thighs. Her hands were tied behind the chair, pushing her breasts forward and out. She had heard him say he liked his sluts to be on display. She was actually rather comfortable, but there was a feeling growing in her bladder that she couldn’t ignore. Then the blindfold came off, and he was standing there, shirtless. She gasped in surprise and strained against her binds automatically. A sly grin spread across his face; he loved that she was helpless. He unzipped his dark blue jeans and revealed his cock. The grin grew as her eyes widened. “Already?” she asked. “You have been waiting.” He replied. He held his half-mast cock in a strong hand, and directed it at her breasts. “But I am still dressed!” she exclaimed, as the first squirts of piss hit her. The stream hit her left breast and moved to the right one, soaking her blouse and her DD’s immediately. Her panties were wet before the piss could drizzle down to her crotch. She blushed, and he commented “You like this, don’t you slut.” Her blouse had become see through, revealing her black lace bra. Her black pencil skirt was next, and the piss dripped through her skirt and into her hot woman hood, leaving a growing puddle under her full ass, and then on the floor beneath her, soaking her pantyhose clad toes. He aimed the final spurts at her long, dark chocolate brown hair, leaving a few piss rivulets running down the wavy strands. She hadn’t tried to fight it, closed her eyes, and relished every drop as slid down her form. “Still have to go?” He asked, winking. Her eyes popped open again. He had reminded her, and now it was a pressing need. She squirmed in her seat, and the piss sloshing around her made it even worse. “Don’t go yet, or we will need to go with ‘the plan.’” He remarked casually, though the threat was threaded through it. “Oh no, not the plan” she gulped. “How long do I have to hold it?” “Half an hour more.” He smirked deviously. She squeezed her legs together, but she had already let a small squirt go, and she knew half an hour wasn’t going happen.
  9. Lustful Loki

    Chapter 2-The accident

    The growing pangs of desperation slowly became less and less ignorable. That first dribble that had escaped as he pissed on her had not helped her situation, it had, in fact, made so much worse. She was almost tempted to let go everything and do the plan, but the idea was so terrifying. Even more terrifying was how much it thrilled her. She knew she was a dirty piss slut, but she couldn't be that filthy, could she? With her mind absent, another small dribble of piss escaped her. She squeaked and squeezed her legs together. He looked up from the erotica he was reading, but seeing nothing he looked back down. His signal was when it started to drip out of the chair, then he would know she had had an accident. "Twenty more minutes," he warned without looking up again. Shit, she thought, I could have sworn I had less time than that! She squirmed in her seat, moving as much as the binds would allow, to try and relieve the pressure, but she could see that it was a losing battle. He knew it too, that is why he was doing this. He knew she secretly wanted to be 'punished.' Otherwise, why would she have added those parameters to their agreement? "Fifteen minutes." She almost cried out. She had drunk 4 huge glasses of water on an empty stomach. The pain was getting unbearable. She kept accidentally letting little bits out, and she was afraid it would start to drip into the floor. Apparently her skirt was super absorbent. She decided to let a little out, to relieve the pressure. Her skirt had been holding well so far, and he would never notice. She let her guard slip and allowed a small trickle to escape from her. Oh god it felt so good. She had to stop it though, she could feel the seat filling with piss. She tried to squeeze her pee hole shut, but she couldn't. The stream came faster, and she groaned. This had been a huge mistake, and there was nothing she could do now. He came over as the drops started to splatter onto the ground below her chair. "Couldn't hold it, huh?" He pushed his fingers between her legs and felt the hot piss gushing from her. He rubbed her clit as she peed, and she moaned with pleasure. She peed and peed, so much inside her, and he stroked her sensitive petals and played with her clit the entire time. As the last drops escaped her, she was close to orgasm. He undid the bindings on her legs and pushed his cock between them. Piss exploded out of his cock and she came as it hit her clit. She shook with pleasure in the chair, still bound, and tossed her head back as she gushed all over his now rock hard cock. He stroked pulled his cock from between her legs and aimed the piss at her face, while he stroked his hard member. As the he finished wetting, he started masturbating over her, until thick ropes of cum spurted out him, landing on her cheek and soaked tit. She panted, gasping for air after the intensity of her orgasm. Her head was leaned back against the chair, as she relaxed, when he grabbed her by her hair, and brought her face closer to his. "I hope you realize this means we go through with the plan," he whispered menacingly into her ear. She nodded, wide eyed with fear.
  10. The continuation of ... **— Kelli, Present day — ** Damn that map. Damn this corner. Damn her weak bladder. She could feel herself about to lose control AGAIN. She needed to move - now. As a wave of urgency hit her she squeezed her legs tighter and bent halfway over to keep herself in control. It worked, but just barely. There was no flood, but she did feel a little more pee seep out into her already damp panties. “Stand .. Up .. Straight. Now.” She heard his stern words drifting from across the room. There was no mistaking an order. “Sir, might I…” She started to stammer. “Quiet. You know you do not speak in the corner unless spoken to first.” Why had she let herself lose control the other day? Could she really not have waited just a few minutes longer to get to the potty? She had known she was in big trouble as soon as she had seen the incredulous yet very upset seen the look on his face. Damn the map, why was it always the little details that tripped her up? She wanted to feel her pants again to know if he might see, but she didn’t dare move her hands. She could feel his eyes drilling into the back of her neck. She always felt like that when she was in the corner and he was in the same room. She knew he didn’t constantly watch her while in the corner… or did he? She hated not knowing the time. Was it 5 more minutes? 10 more? Perhaps she could manage 5… but… suddenly she felt a stab of pain as her muscles finally gave out. Slowly, and despite her best efforts, the stream started. 1… 2 seconds… she couldn’t stop it. 3… 4 seconds… she felt her panties growing warm and the back of her neck heating up. Was he watching, did he know what was happening inside her pants right now? She imagined her face was a certain shade of crimson and was grateful it was buried in the corner and hopefully for now only she knew of her shame. 5… 6 seconds… “Young lady…” his voice suddenly called out. **—2 days earlier—** **— James—** He watched her lock the door in the rearview mirror. He reached over and opened her door for her as she slid into the seat next to him and smiled. He couldn’t help but see something behind that smile though. What was it that was on her mind. What was she so worried about? “Ready, sweetie?” “Yes, I’ve been looking forward to today for the past month, lets get this show on the road. “I’m sorry for making us late.” “It’s ok dear, if we don’t run into any cops I’ll just make up for it on the drive down.” And they were off. After getting out of local traffic and onto the interstate he took his right hand off the wheel and placed it on her leg. It wasn’t all unusual for him to drive with his hand on her leg but today he swore she flinched for some reason. He wondered again about this morning and if she had truly been able to make it to the potty without losing control. He started to rub her leg slowly and then carefully started to slide his hand deeper in between her legs. Was that a wet spot he felt or his imagination? Had Kelli truly peed her pants this morning? Suddenly Kelli’s fingers were interweaving with his and his hand was being squeezed tightly. “Thank you for today, hon, it means a lot to me.” “You’re welcome, dear. You deserve it.” He squeezed her hand in return but was disappointed he hadn’t been able to go just a little further and confirm his suspicions. He couldn’t do it now that they were holding hands without making it totally obvious what he was up to, and he didn’t want to do that. So for now he would bide his time and wait. Perhaps Kelli would fall asleep as she often did on road trips and he’d have another opportunity to check. He could hope. “Dear, please hand me a water bottle and get one for yourself as well.” He took the water bottle that she offered him and took a sip before placing it in the center console. He saw her take a few swigs from her own. If things went well he’d likely see her squirming in her seat before they arrived. Car trips were one of the few times he didn’t even need an excuse to make her wait. She knew he preferred to drive straight thru and she would sit there and squirm silently, only rarely asking him if it became a true emergency. One of the many things he loved about her. “Why don’t you finish your water then you can take a nap. You looked tired this morning when I got you up.” “Thanks, hon. I wouldn’t mind a little extra sleep.” He watched her finish her water over the next few minutes. She then squeezed his hand tightly and closed her eyes. It couldn’t have been more than five or ten minutes before he heard the steady even breathing that he knew meant she was soundly asleep. He slowly untangled his fingers from hers and gently pushed her hand to the side as he once again rested his hand on her leg where it had originally started earlier. This was the moment of truth. He very slowly slid his hand towards her crotch. There was no mistaking it this time. His hand was now wet. The inside leg of her jeans was wet. He slid he hand as far up as he could without waking her. Unsurprisingly her crotch was wet also. He felt some movement in his own crotch area. He smiled at his girls first real accident in their relationship, but what would she think if she knew he got pleasure from this? If she knew that her almost disaster this morning in the living room was actually a major turn on for him. Would she run away like the other girls had? He let his hand rest on the inside of her damp pants leg for a few minutes longer before slowly sliding it back to the top of her leg which unfortunately was still quite dry. **—Kelli—** Kelli woke up suddenly and yawned. She needed to pee quite badly. Where was she? Ah, yes… the trip to Kings Island. She shifted back and forth in her seat then decided to try crossing her legs. The OJ from this morning was almost certainly resting in her bladder now and the bottle of water from earlier was almost certainly on it’s way. She had no idea how long she’d been asleep but she hoped they were close as she squeezed her legs together tightly. “Thanks for the nap, babe. Where are we?” “Getting close. I’d say another 30 minutes or so and we’ll be to the park.” “Good, I can hardly wait.” It was the truth in so many ways. She hoped he would only hear her excitement about the day ahead and not the tone of concern in her voice… 30 minutes wasn’t that long but she was already feeling full - and her muscles were worn out from the ordeal she’d put them thru this morning. She’d realized she was going to have to be careful not to get herself into trouble today. She hoped restrooms would be plentiful and that permission would be granted quickly. She discretely slid her right hand against the inside of her leg and smiled as she realized her pants were almost dry now. She breathed a sigh of relief. James would never find out about her small accident this morning now. Everything was going to be ok. ///// Everything was NOT ok. In the past 10 minutes Kelli’s need had gone from bad to worse. From discomfort to painfully full. She was not used to things escalating this quickly and was starting to worry that she wouldn’t make it all the way to the park. She could barely sit still and was constantly scissoring her legs in and out… that’s when she wasn’t crossing and uncrossing them. She would have been holding herself if it wasn’t for James setting right beside her. He’d even noticed and asked her if she was ok. She’d just told him she was getting tired of sitting and anxious to arrive and get the day started. She was actually debating mentioning the true depth of her need to James for the very first time in their relationship. As the minutes went by she became more and more certain she couldn’t wait. Even after they arrived they would have to find a parking spot… then walk… or wait for a shuttle… were there even bathrooms near the entrance? She was practically floating and there were far too many unknowns and unanswered questions. She glanced over at the instrument cluster… over a half tank of gas… she glanced down to see a half full water still setting in the center console. So he had plenty to drink and plenty of gas. What possible excuse could she have to stop other than her achingly full bladder? Suddenly she saw the sign for a rest area. 5 miles. Oh my goodness. Here was her salvation, but could she work up the courage to ask him to stop? She opened her mouth then closed it. To stop for a pee break only 20 minutes away from the park sounded like something James’s 3 year old niece might ask for, not his 19 year old girlfriend. Her brain was running a mile a minute. 2 miles. Her bladder was starting to twinge like it would when she walked into a potty and it knew she would be going soon. It was starting to relax. That was a very bad sign. 1 mile. “Sir” “Yes, dear?” “Would… Do you…” She trailed off unsure of what to say. “Dear?” The exit ramp was just ahead but she couldn’t work up the courage to tell him just how bad she had to go. She was going to have to find some way to manage. She would. Her heart sank. The ramp was *right there* but they remained in the same lane. She must wait. She had to. But she feared she couldn’t. Suddenly at the last possible moment James tugged the wheel slightly to the right and the car effortlessly jumped off the interstate onto the exit ramp. The motion caught Kelli off completely guard and a spurt of pee jumped from her bladder into her panties. Were they stopping? “Sir, are we stopping?” She prayed the answer was yes, but she would still need to work up the courage to ask for the little girls room - knowing how close they were to the park. “We are. I had a sudden craving for a Mountain Dew if you can believe that.” That was so like James. She laughed, and immediately regretted it as a larger spurt of pee soaked into her panties. She’d been so silly to think she might possibly be able to wait until the park. She was barely keeping it together now. James pulled the car to a stop near the vending area. “Would you like anything, dear?” “No, I’m ok. Would you mind if I got out and stretched my legs a bit though?” “Certainly” She opened her door then tried to stand and froze. It was even worse than she had thought. Suddenly she was afraid if she even stood she might pee herself then and there. She very slowly inched her way from sitting to standing all the while keeping the tightest leash on her bladder. She was pretty sure the bottle of water was in there now. Suddenly she bent over as another spasm rocked her bladder and another surge of pee escaped into her panties. She barely managed to stand again as James walked back to the car. “I thought you were going to stretch your legs, dear?” “I was. I mean I am.” She stammered. “Actually… … would you mind if I popped into the little girls room quickly, Sir?” She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she finished the question. She loved James’s being in control of their relationship. It was so freeing to trust his direction and guidance and not struggle over decisions herself. She knew that if his answer was no the entire day was likely to be ruined soon, but perhaps his answer would be yes. It was liberating just to know it was no longer her decision. Whatever he decided is how it would be - and she would find a way to live with it, regardless of the answer. She suddenly realized he was looking at her quizzically. “You know we’re only 15 minutes away from the park, dear?” “I just thought…” What was she thinking exactly, other than the fact that she was about to soak her pants even worse than this morning? “…I just thought if I went now it would save us time at the park. We could get straight to the fun without having to worry about maybe finding me a potty” She was proud of herself. She thought that sounded quite reasonable and grown up of her. “Hmmmm…” She suddenly realized he was looking at her across the top of the car… which meant he couldn’t anything see below her breasts. She plunged her right hand into her crotch and pushed as hard as she could and smiled as she felt the pressure ease up just a bit. Great, now if she could just leave her hand there she might actually be able to make it to the restroom. She could imagine the wheels turning behind his eyes. If he knew her predicament *surely* he would send her potty without hesitation. Unfortunately, she was not about to inform him. She crossed her legs tightly and hoped his answer would be “yes”. **— James —** James was thinking hard. He could *clearly* see Kelli’s predicament and the last place he wanted to send her was the little girls room. Realizing he was staring at her across the roof of his car he quickly took the opportunity to adjust his shorts slightly so it would be harder for her to see how turned on he was right now. Not that she was looking. She obviously had other things on her mind. What if he said no? It was obvious she was at the end of her rope. He’d be very surprised if she made it another 5 miles down the road much less all the way to Kings Island. He wasn’t even sure she could make it to the toilets in her current state. In the end it was his car that broke the tie. He’d just gotten it detailed and suddenly realized that the full contents of Kelli’s bladder spilling out into his leather seats and then onto the floor probably wasn’t quite as exciting as it sounded by the time you figured the potential cost of the cleanup. “Yes, you may go potty.” He saw the look of worry on her face slowly replaced by a smile… but almost as quickly the worry returned. Now he could see the gears turning in her mind. He imagined she was trying to figure out how to get between the car and the potties without disgracing herself and without making it obvious to the world she was about to wet her pants. She obviously needed a bit of motivation. “We don’t have all day, dear”. “Of course, sorry Sir”. She turned away from him and slowly started walking toward the potties. He wasn’t sure how much attention most people paid to such things but it was obvious to him she was desperate. She was waddling almost like a duck would. And if he wasn’t mistaken she had her hand pressed between her legs holding herself as well. He watched his girlfriend with fascination. The closer she got to the building the faster she seemed to waddle until she disappeared inside and he could no longer see her. He took a seat in the car. The only thing to do now was wait. **— Kelli —** The last thing Kelli could do was wait. She was walking slowly with both legs squeezed together and with her hand pressed tight between her legs. At least James couldn’t see her holding herself. The closer she got to the building, the greater the frequency and strength of the painful spasms from her bladder. Finally, she was in front of the glass entry doors. She yanked open the right door and stepped quickly into the small building - completely unprepared for the frigid cold AC that immediately hit her. **— Kelli, Present day —** Her pee was gushing out and she could not control it. 5… 6… 7 seconds… she could feel the hot pee running down the inside of her thigh. “Young lady…” his voice suddenly called out. She was startled. Did he know? Had he heard somehow. She had been unable to control herself yet her body responded to his voice. Her sphincter slammed shut briefly stopping the flow of urine. She tried to imagine a way out of this. Perhaps if corner time was over she could ask to go potty and change into her pajamas for bed. She could put her wet clothes in the wash and do laundry first thing tomorrow. She struggled to think of how she might keep him from finding out. She was so afraid of losing him. What would he think of her in wet pants again. The second time in only a few days. “Yes, Sir?” she answered him weakly without moving. “Your corner time is over now, dear. Tell me what have you learned.” She swallowed hard and tried to will her face to return to a normal shade as she turned to face him. She unclasped her hands and slid them a bit further down her ass. Was that a wet spot she felt? God, was her entire butt wet? “That big girls always find a way to hold it and do not pee their pants like little girls, Sir”. Even as she was speaking her soggy, overly warm panties reminded her that she had not been much of a big girl lately; and the sharp pain in her bladder reminded her that things were about to get much much worse, and very soon. “And next time what will you do, young lady?” “I will hold it like a big girl, Sir” Her shaking voice was about to give her her away. She tried to remain calm. “Sir, may your girl please go potty and change into her pajamas before bedtime?” “Yes, you may…” She squeezed her legs together tightly and tried to figure out how she could possibly limp towards the bedroom without making it clear how insanely desperate she was. His next words sent a CHILL down her spine. “… but first come snuggle with me on my lap for just a bit, dear.”