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For those who've seen my intro, you'll know that my girlfriend is the one who got me to join this forum. And, with her consent, I'll probably mostly be talking about her. Bathroom control is something I never knew I was into, but now it's like second nature. We have a rule where she's not allowed to go to the bathroom without my permission, unless it's a public-situation emergency and I'm taking too long to respond. I'll usually let her go. But sometimes, I say no, and I love to watch her squirm. Most of these interactions are via Discord when we're not together, but when we *are* in the same location, and I can see her... I can't get over the way her breath hitches, and the adorable way she practically doubles over. It's amazing to see her give in to the pleasure of denial. We also play what we call "red light green light" where I'll go into the bathroom with her and tell her exactly when to start/stop peeing. I'm not always in the mood for it, but it's definitely fun to do at times. My favorite thing, however, is telling her exactly how long she's allowed to release for- especially when I give a meaning to those numbers. I think I've only given meaning to them twice. The first time was when I asked how long before she'd be able to come over, in hours, and I gave her that many seconds. The last time was about how many hours worth of work she has to do, from which I subtracted the number of days she has to do it. Usually I'm bad at math, and I generally dislike it, but this kind is something I'll never get sick of. I'm curious, what's y'all's experience with bathroom control games/rules?

Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.

Not sure where this came from to be honest. It's darker and more violent than where I normally go, which scares me a little. I assume that despite appearances, this is a consensual game that has been planned beforehand. ---- She is kneeling across the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of white knickers. He enters the bedroom, and asks her a question. “How are we feeling?” She replies. “I need to go to the toilet.” He smiles. “Are you desperate for a piss?” She nods. “Say it” “I’m desperate for a piss. Please let me piss.” “Do it. Piss your knickers.” She lets out a moan as a trickle of piss dribbles down the front of her knickers, before a stream falls between her legs onto the bed, and puddles form around her knees. He walks up behind her, and smacks her, hard, on the arse. “You dirty bitch!” SMACK “You’ve pissed your knickers!” SMACK “You’ve been a bad girl.” SMACK “Bad girls need to be punished.“ SMACK “You like pissing your knickers, don’t you slut?” SMACK “I bet your cunt is begging to be touched.” SMACK “Do it. Fuck yourself in your pissy knickers” She adjusts herself so she can get a hand inside her knickers, and begins to finger herself. He opens his trousers and frees his hard cock. She begins to pant and moan as her fingers slide in and out of her cunt. He starts to stroke his cock and speaks again. “You’re a slut who likes to piss her knickers.” She moans. “Say it.” “I’m a slut who likes to piss her knickers.” “Go on.” “I’m a filthy bitch who pisses her knickers. It makes me so horny I can’t help but fuck my cunt.” “You’re a pissy horny mess, aren’t you?” She moans. “You want to cum in your pissy knickers.” She moans. “Say it” “I need to cum in my pissy knickers. Please let me cum” “Do it. Cum in your knickers” She screams with pleasure, bucks her hips, and floods her knickers with a different fluid. He lets out several grunts and his cock twitches, ejaculating onto her back and her soaking wet knickers. Both are spent for a few moments. He speaks again. “Clean yourself up, you dirty bitch” He leaves the room.

I imagine a community with the following laws. (1) If you wet your pants or wet your bed, you are sentenced to be brought into the crowded public square, still in your wet clothes, stripped naked, and put into diapers and transparent plastic pants. After that you are forbidden to relieve yourself other than in your diaper. You will be changed in public as needed. (2) If you're guilty of some other offense, you are brought into the crowded public square fully clothed and desperate to pee and restrained so that you can't flee and can't reach for your crotch and everyone has a good view of you. They all watch as you're forced to have an accident. Then having had an accident, of course you're treated as in article (1) above. (3) It is not a punishable offense to force someone to have an accident. If you do that, then of course your victim must be dealt with as in article (1) above. Moreover, after their public diapering, you own them; they're your pet and of course you can spank them if you like. One of the ways this is done is that you forcibly drag an innocent person into the public square for punishment according to article (2) above. You don't pretend they're guilty, you tell the public that just for fun you want to punish this innocent person by making them have a public accident. Doing that is considered innocent fun. After they have an accident, of course they have to be treated as in article (1) above and you own them. (4) However, suppose you engage as you usually do in the innocent pleasure of trying to force someone to have an accident, as in article (3) above, but you fail. They escape from you and relieve themselves in a non-omorashi way, using the plumbing facilities. Then you are guilty of crime and must be punished according to article (2) above, and your victim owns you. Of course, this means some people may fraudulently pretend to be desperate to pee, so that someone else will try to have fun restraining and tickling them, and fail, and so the attacker must be punished as in article (2) above. You may find yourself in either of the two roles above, deceiving and ending up owning a diaper-wetter, or getting deceived and ending up being an owned diaper-wetter. (5) Sometimes a public human sacrifice must take place, so a lottery picks an innocent person to be brought into the public square and treated as in article (2) above. Of course this is a popular public entertainment as are all punishments and forced wettings. A host at a party may entertain guests by kidnapping someone who's desperate to pee and placing them in restraints so that guests can watch their ensuing accident. This wetter is then of course subject to articles (1) and (3) above and so must get publicly diapered.

Author's Note: Hi all! Just a quick reminder, this is a story involved anthropomorphic animals. This opening chapter doesn't contain desperation, but does set up the rest of the story. There will also be humiliation/domination themes throughout, so if this is something you don't enjoy please be aware! I'd love any feedback ya'll may have all well. Thanks! Chapter 1: "You've disappointed me, Subira." The deep, masculine voice cut through the air like a knife. Subira involuntarily pushed her canine ears back against her head. They lay flat as she stared down at the ground, utterly ashamed. Subira took pride in her position. She worked incredibly hard to please her King, her master. Knowing she had failed in such a public fashion was mortifying. "I give my most humble apologies, my King." She spoke from her kneeling position. The young female jackalfolk didn't dare look up. She didn't deserve to meet his gaze. The drought plaguing her people was the worst many had seen in years. It hadn’t rained in months. Their best shamans pleaded with the gods to send water, but so far their cries seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Earlier in the day she had carelessly knocked down a servant carrying several clay pitchers full of water on a tray. Water that could have slaked the thirst of many citizens. Semut, her master, sighed. Normally, someone in his court making a mistake like this wasn't too difficult. But Subira had made it during the worst time, and in front of too many witnesses. He couldn't write it off, even if he'd have preferred to let someone he valued so highly off with a light judgement. He had to punish her, severely, for the transgression. More than that, it needed to reflect what she had done. Wasted water during a drought. He would have to think on it. Frustrated, he sent her away. "Return to my chambers at first light. I will begin your punishment then." Semut growled. He rose from his chair, flicking Subira away with an irritated paw. What was an appropriate punishment for one of his favorites for making such a stupid mistake? He couldn’t simply take away several days water rations from her. She would dehydrate, not to mention he still needed her to be able to perform her duties. She was one of the best in his court when it came to acquiring things. But how could Subira possibly pay back such a debt? Subira woke early the next morning. She had slept fitfully, not knowing what today would bring. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she got up, feeling the previous day’s burden upon her. She felt such a heavy guilt, knowing just how much precious water she had wasted. Hopefully Semut would help her atone more than just dole out some sort thoughtless of sentence. Subira doubted he would hurt her physically. She’d seen the king’s eyes upon her before. She knew she was a beauty to behold. She also doubted he would let her off easily, despite being one of his favored workers. Semut was known for handing out tough, but fair, judgements. She took her morning piss before dressing herself in some of her plainest clothes. A simple white cotton shirt that still showed her flat belly while covering her ample breasts, and a white flowing skirt to cover her lower body, cutting off at the knee. Realizing the sun would be coming up soon, Subira quickly made her way to Semut's chamber. The sun was just started to creep into the sky when she reached his entrance, and she knocked quietly. "Come in." Subira heard him beckon. She did so hesitantly, closing the door behind her. Her expression was contrite. The young woman truly hoped her King would have a suitable penalty awaiting her. "Subira, I take no pleasure in punishing one of my most valued workers." Semut sighed, rising from his bed. He was tall, particularly for a jackalfolk, standing a full six feet. Many rulers grew complacent, no longer working on themselves physically. Semut, however, hadn't quit. He was strong, and it showed from his muscular arms down to the noticeable abs. Often he could be found practicing swordplay with some of the most fearsome men in his army. Semut hadn't yet been dressed for the day, but he made no effort to cover himself. He was not a modest man. "I know you. How hard you toil at your post. Your punishment will suit your crime. Today, you will not waste water." He spoke clearly, walking over to stand in front of Subira, who had kneeled before him. "Look up." The man spoke. His dick hung in front of the petite jackalfolk woman. She was surprised, then confused. Did he expect her to service his cock? Her tail began to wag nervously. "Starting now, you will be given no water ration. Instead, you will drink my piss as I need release. You will not be permitted to let it out until I give the command. You will hold it in, no matter what, until you are allowed to let go. When I permit release, you will piss in a jug. When the jug is full, you will use it to water plants around the palace. This punishment will last until you fill the number of pitchers you so carelessly wasted." Semut concluded. "Do you understand your judgement?" Subira nodded silently. It was not what she had anticipated, but it was atonement. "Good." Semut spoke. “You will perform whatever duties I require of you outside of this. You will be at my side until you have fulfilled this punishment.” He pumped his hips forward lightly, jiggling his cock forward. The gesture was clear. Subira said nothing as she took his dick lightly in her mouth. She had no complaints she could voice. While she expected this to be miserable, it would truly make up for what she had done. As Semut’s hot, acrid piss began to fill her mouth, her eyes water. His first morning’s piss was awful. It was intense, and unpleasant, but there was nothing to be done but drink. And drink. And drink. It seemed as if her torment would never end, but at last his stream trickled down to a stop. Subira swallowed, grimacing as the taste stayed on her tongue. She could feel her stomach was now uncomfortably full of liquid. Dread settled in as she remembered just how many pitchers had been wasted the day before. Ten. This would not be the last morning piss she drank.

Here's an extremely concise story I tried to write for the "Very Short Stories" thread, but I couldn't get it below 700 words. After a long drought, he was thirsty for intimacy. His wife picked an awkward time to initiate it. "You should get off my lap," he reluctantly said. "Why?" she wondered. "I have to go to the bathroom pretty bad." She made a proposition. "Why don't you hold it as long as you can? If you make it an hour, I'll let you get to first base. If you last two hours, you can go to second. Get the picture?" They sat on the couch watching steamy movies. She made sure he couldn't leave. In shortly under four hours he began to leak. He was urinating uncontrollably when the timer clicked over. He ended up soaked and shameful. With a smile, she said, "Why don't you get out of those wet clothes and into your wet wife?"

I had quite a weekend. It's possible you remember seeing me talk about my girlfriend (previously "my new girlfriend," but 8 months in maybe she's not new anymore?). As usual we'll call her J. She's a nurse with a giant bladder and basically no issues with bodily fluids. She's also kinky herself and enjoys being tied up, dominated, and humiliated. Despite her submissive tendencies she's been getting impressively better at dominating me when I have to go. I'm a "switch" I suppose, in that I love being the Dom right up until I'm desperate to pee, at which point I really like being told what to do. At any rate, I had to spend Friday night at home without her last week, but as night fell I found myself having to pee pretty badly, so I ended up chatting with J late into the night. She started by just asking questions from time to time about how much I had to go, and as I gradually became more desperate she started ordering me to drink. When I started leaking she would order me to drink 100ml each time. And when I finally couldn't hold it anymore, she allowed me to empty my bladder but then forced me to drink even more to make up for it. After several rounds of accidents I was leaky and my bladder filled fast even after a significant accident. Before she signed off for the night she asked how badly I had to go, and I told her I was getting desperate again. She said, "well, too bad you aren't allowed to pee until tomorrow morning then." I warned her I'd be showing up at her place the next day desperate and leaky. I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, having to go so badly. But it turned out it was late enough, and maybe I'd had just enough beer (I was buzzed but not drunk) that I fell asleep almost right away. I woke up about two hours later, a little before 5am, so desperate that getting my pajamas on and getting down the hall to the bathroom felt impossible. Fortunately I had a 2L bottle in my room, and I stood with it between my legs and emptied myself into it. After I was done I drank another glass of water. It wasn't until I got back to bed that I realized I had wet it. I'd clearly been lying on my back when I did it, because there was a wet patch on the covers where my crotch was, and then a fairly large puddle in the sheets under my butt. I couldn't believe it. This marks I think the fourth time it's ever happened to me, and the only time when I wasn't quite drunk. I lay there in the wet patch and felt humiliated and extremely turned on. Eventually I fell back asleep, and woke up again maybe an hour later, desperate as hell again. I knew I should get up, but some naughty voice in my head said, go on, it's already wet. So I let myself pee the bed again. I sleep naked, so the pee spread freely on the front of my hips and belly before trickling around and spreading under me. I didn't want to ruin my mattress, so I stopped it before it go too bad, but by this point the puddle was over half the width of the queen sized bed, and the wet spot on the covers could be felt on the outside of the blanket. Over the rest of the night I woke up frequently, peed a little into the bed, and then drifted off again. Finally, as the sun was coming up, I masturbated in my soaked sheets, got up and emptied my bladder into the bottle again, and curled up on the edge of the bed where it was still dry. I awoke after noon. The wet patch in the bed had miraculously dried in the hours since I'd last woken up. I was terribly desperate, and seemed to have very little control, Fortunately my roommates weren't around to see me doing the pee dance and leaking all over myself while I made breakfast. I downed some gatorade, but also tea, along with my breakfast. I heard from J partway through breakfast, and she began encouraging me to drink more tea. I don't need to go through everything that happened at my place that afternoon, but I'll say I was desperate for several hours, having little leaks and spurts most off the time, and one full-on accident. Finally in mid afternoon, my bladder completely full once again, I changed into dry black pants and set off to go to J's apartment. I was fairly confident they wouldn't be dry by the time I got there. It's not a terribly long subway ride, but I was already getting wet before I even boarded. In particular, stopping for traffic lights on my way to the train was deadly, as was the elevator down to the platform, standing on the platform waiting for the train, standing on the train (my bladder was too full and pants too tight to sit down), and then stopping for traffic lights walking from the train to J's building. I marched past the doorman, and made it to the elevator. Once on the elevator, I really started to lose control. I had a steady, though light, stream start as the doors were closing, and continuing despite my squirming efforts to stop it as I crossed the hallway to her door, unlocked it, and walked in to find J in the shower. I desperately removed my coat and shoes, and went into the bathroom. J casually asked how I was. She peeked out from behind the shower curtain and saw me dancing around in my socks. "Do you want to pee now?" she asked, and I nodded vigorously. But she said, "too bad." But permission or not, my bladder was emptying then. She watched approvingly as piss soaked my crotch again, trickled down my legs, and made a puddle on the bathroom floor. I had zero control. Finally I reached a point where I could stop the flow, and I stripped and hopped into the shower with her. By the time the shower was over, though, I was desperate again, if not leaking yet. I had to bounce around while I waited for her to fix her hair and do her skin care. At some point I went to the bedroom and put plastic and a towel down on the bed, just in case. My preparation was rewarded when she came out of the bathroom naked as the day is long, and lay luxuriously on the towel I'd set down. I stood there squirming and watching her. "You have to fuck me before you can pee again. Not one drop." The truth is I was so desperate and my muscles were so tired that I had a difficult time getting really hard. But she massaged my cock, and when I told her I had wet the bed the night before, she whispered about how shameful that was, and my cock came to life enough for me to roll a condom on and slide inside her. She kept saying I wasn't allowed to pee yet, not one drop. But at some point the way her pubic bone was hitting my bladder made it impossible for me to hold on. "I'm sorry" I whimpered, and she gasped as she felt piss fill the condom a spurt at a time. She spanked me as I fucked her, and told me all the ways she would punish me, and I kept saying I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. The condom was getting too full of piss, and I was having a hard time coming what with being in the process of having an accident and all. I pulled out and tied off the condom, and then we switched places, me lying on the towel and her kneeling over me stroking my penis. She started casually massaging my bladder as well. It became clear pretty quickly that my muscles were so weak that she could squeeze pee out of my like I was a tube of toothpaste. She kept humiliating me, "I can't believe you wet the bed, and then you pissed inside me, shame on you," and I was moaning, "yes, punish me, punish me." She squeezed pee out of me, in a trickle at first, and then leaning on my bladder with all her weight until I was spraying pee in long arcs onto myself and the bed. I was terribly turned on, but still unable to come, so she ordered me to go pee to relieve the pressure. When I came back from the toilet she ordered me to pleasure her, so i went down on her until she came. By then, though still desperate, I had recovered enough to get fully erect, and I fucked her again and finally came. It was glorious. Lying together afterwards, I asked her to make me use my pants as a toilet whenever it struck her fancy, and she agreed she would do that from time to time (I'll be sure to keep you all updated when it happens). Every time I have wet sex with J, I keep thinking this time is the best I've ever had. I've never been so leaky and out of control while having sex before, and that combined with the humiliation of having wet the bed the night before, made this an incredible experience. I hope you all enjoyed it a bit too!

Chapter Two: Night 1 Sophia stepped back in to the apartment and Shannon followed. It was a nice place. It was painted white, with pictures hanging on the walls. Welcome, Sophia said You have nice place Shannon said. Thank you, do you want anything to drink or eat? Sure, do you have any water? I do, I’ll go get you a bottle. Sophia came back, one big bottle for Shannon, and one for herself. They sat down, and both immediately downed their water. It’s late Sophia said, we should get some sleep and talk in the morning. I agree, where do I sleep for tonight? Shannon asked. You can sleep with me for the first night Sophia said. Okay Shannon replied. They both soon found themselves in Sophia’s bed, and everything was perfect, except one thing, neither of them had peed, and had drank a lot. The next morning Shannon awoke in a big puddle in Sophia’s bed. Oh no, she thought, I wet the bed! Shannon felt her jeans, they were soaking wet, she felt around her in the bed, soaking wet as well. She felt next to Shannon, and then noticed something, something very strange. Shannon was wearing a diaper. A diaper. Shannon felt the butt of Sophia’s diaper, it was wet, no, more soaked than Shannon’s pants. Shannon tapped Sophia on the shoulder, who woke up in an instant. Sophia, I wet the bed Shannon shamefully admitted. I had a feeling you would Sophia replied. And you are wearing a diaper, and it’s soaked! Shannon exclaimed. I know that too, I always wear a diaper, I am a bed wetter. You are? Yep, since I was a kid, now, let’s get up and get you changed Sophia said. Sophia got out of bed and rubbed her crotch through her diaper. Come with me Sophia said to Shannon. Shannon followed behind her. Sophia went to a closet and pulled out a package of diapers. It looks like we have around the same waist, I’ll get you the same one I do Sophia said, now follow me. Sophia laid Shannon down on the couch. Sophia, what are you doing? Shannon asked nervously. I’m changing you she replied, pulling down Shannon’s jeans and underwear. Stop! Shannon exclaimed, kicking at Sophia, but it was no use, Sophia was very strong and Shannon could not move. Sophia took out a bottle of baby powder and sprinkled some on Shannon’s damp pussy, she put a diaper on Shannon and put on the straps. The diaper was covered with colorful art, and it looked like a toddler’s diaper, except big enough to fit Shannon or Sophia. What the hell did you do! Shannon yelled. Alright, admit you like them Sophia replied. Shannon stopped, I don’t like them! She exclaimed. Are you sure? Sophia asked, with a persuading tone in her voice. It was sort of a lie, Shannon actually did like the diapers, how soft they were, the design, oh, and the way they crinkled. Shannon had to admit, she liked it, and it, was hot. I actually do kind of like them, Shannon said, trying to decide whether or not she liked them. It was strange, they were diapers, weren't they? Babies wore diapers, and incontinent people. She felt like a kid wearing them. The bulkiness, the way they cradled her, all brought her back to when she was a child, her period of incontenince. It was almost a feeling of nostalgia, not almost, it was! By God it was! It was just like her childhood . She remembered it well, until she was 13, she wore diapers. She was like Sophia, she was a bed wetter, but she was not nearly as old as Sophia, being 25, when she wet the bed. There it all was, the nights of waking up and losing it right before she could pull the God damned diapers down, right in front of the toilst. The nights that seemed endless of her mother saying, "Don't worry Shannon, we get past this together the next night", and the next night, and the next night, and the next night. All the awkward times of her mother going in to the other room with her friends parents at sleepovers, the other parent being told Shannon was a bed wetter and she wore diapers and it was not to worry, but sometimes she still got kicked out, her friends wondering what her parents were talking about, and then the friend going to her mother and coming back knowing the news, sometimes discusted. Yes, that was it, yes. Now, you wearing a diaper, so why don't we see how much you can fill that diaper up said Sophia. Sophia, I don't think I want to wet it, I don't want to go back to those days. What she had said immediately caught her eye, and Shannon saw her eyebrows raise in suspicion. Now, tell me, what exactly are "those days"? Sophia raised her fingers as air quotes. Well, I guess I'll tell you, it'd not exactly like I can really keep this from you Shannon began. As a kid, up until I was 13, I was a full on bed wetter and wore diapers and a mattress protector to sleep, every night. I was taken to therapy, the school guidance counselor, everything, most of my friends thought I was crazy. And one day, it finally stopped, one day, I just didn't wet the bet, my mother was astounded, she even gave me some water to drink, about a glass and a half to see if see shouldn't have gotten her hopes up, and surely enough, the urge hit me in my sleep, and I got up. Well then, I guess we'll be filling up that diaper then Sophia said, walking to the kitchen, Shannon followed. Sophia took out a glass of water and filled it. Sophia, I don't want to, Shannon whined. Drink Sophia said, putting her on her knees . Soph- Sophia put the glass to her lips and forced her to down the full glass of water. Sophia had just dominated her, and she liked it. Good, now, I'm going to refill the glass and you'll drink until I say you've had enough Sophia muttered, now, go in to the guest room, the room next to mine, and lay down, I assume you'll know what to lay in. Okay Shannon began, Okay master. Shannon had just said master, without being told, she really did like what was going on, didn't she. Shannon walked in to guest room and was astounded by what she saw. The room was decorated as a baby's nursey, Disney characters on the wall, a big crib made to fit an adult lay at the wall. Shannon walked over to it and climbed in. The interior was soft and was crampt. Shannon lied down, she felt nice in the crib. She stood up again, noticing a binkie on a table next to the crib, she assumed it was for her and she took it, placing it in her mouth, and laying back down. Sophia came in a minute later, I see you have already grown accustomed to your new style of living. Sophia took the binkie out of Shannon's mouth and gave her the water, this time in a bottle with a nipple on it. Shannon sucked the water down and felt the first one hit her bladder, and Shannon knew the second would soon be on it's way. A few moments later Sophia came back with a third and then a fourth. Shannon felt full and all the water had made its way to her bladder a few minutes later. Shannon started to cross her legs, and then she transferred her hands from her binkie to her bladder. With not much room to move around, she found it increasingly harder to hold it, but with her hands, she was still managing. Sophia came in and put a bag type thing around her hands, allowing her to move them, but with the fact she could not grab anything with her hands, it was useless. Shannon soon felt the urge to poop, and a strong one come on, Sophia had probably laced her water with Laxative powder Shannon thought. Shannon's bladder was completely full. She crossed and uncrowded her legs, trying to hold it back with all force, including her poop which was now trying to escape by all means nesecarry. Shannon's bladder felt like it was going to explode. Shannon rolled around and started to spurt in to her diaper. Those spurts became longer and longer until she lost all control, including her poop. Four glasses worth of water and a day or two worth of poop came jetting out, liquidy. She soaked her diaper and felt wet, liquidy, poop covering her butt. Sophia soon returned. D Did someone have an accident, ooh, and what's this, it looks like someone messed her diaper too. Sophia came to Shannon and pulled back her diaper, immediately seeing a naughty someone had a huge brown and yellow mess in their diaper. You can't stay like that forever, and neither can I, let's get you a bath, you're too big for the sink, so I guess we'll wash together.

For my 200th post, i am going to begin this story. It is fact-based fiction, and i hope to exorcise some old demons by posting it. Apologies to QT and to RR... Blade of Vengeance Pt. 1 Three young men sat tied securely to their chairs in a dark, dank basement, clad only in their underwear. They shivered, both from the cold air, and with a growing sense of dread. They each had funnels in their mouths, and tubes running down into their stomachs. There was a large cistern of water suspended above them and water was dripping into the funnels and flowing continuously through those tubes. Their stomachs were distended, their bladders full to the bursting point. They were quite uncomfortable; the urge to urinate was getting overwhelming but they couldn’t, because their penises had been bound tightly, and catheters inserted. There was no way to release the pressure building within. The last thing any of them could remember was that they had been invited to a party by a very attractive woman wearing a tight black leather outfit. But upon arriving at her house, they found only one other person there, a slightly younger girl who was dressed seductively in a French maid’s outfit. The young men had taken seats in the living room, and were served drinks by the young girl as the woman watched, an amused smile on her face. She explained the situation to the young men. She was a dominant mistress; the younger girl was her ‘sub’, and would therefore be obliged to do whatever was requested of her. The dominant made it quite clear that they wouldn’t be having sex with her, or with her sub. “However, she’ll be quite happy to play with you in some other ways a bit later, if you so wish,“ the leather-clad woman said. Her voice was soft, with a seductive foreign accent they couldn't place. The boys couldn’t believe their luck at first. They were so thrilled at the chance to engage in some hot kinky action that they didn’t notice the sardonic smile on the woman’s lips as she uttered those words. They jumped at the opportunity, agreeing immediately. Fools... As the girl served them their drinks, their hands wandered over her body, touching her small breasts and reaching up under the short, revealing black skirt she was wearing. They could feel the tops of her silky stockings, and the garters that held them in place. Although her face and body displayed no emotion, inwardly she shuddered as they touched her. She could feel nothing except repulsion and rage. She took a deep breath to calm herself, her mind drifting backwards to the events that had led them all to this time and place. It was ten years to the day since she had been abducted and raped by these same three boys. She had been talking on the net with one of them, and had agreed to go to a comic convention with him. The day of the convention, he picked her up in his car. He had two friends with him, but she didn’t think anything was wrong with that at first. On the way, he offered her a soda. It was a hot day, and the girl drank it eagerly, because she was thirsty. Being nervous always made her thirsty, and she was starting to get a bit nervous in this car with three unfamiliar boys, who had begun looking at her in a way that was making her very uncomfortable. She pulled her short denim skirt down as far as she could towards her knees, regretting that she had chosen the outfit she was now wearing. Plain white cotton panties and a matching bra. Over those, a tight white lycra camisole top, a denim jacket and miniskirt, white ankle socks and black low-cut sneakers. A small Hello Kitty backpack to hold personal items: her diary, a water bottle, hairbrush, makeup and cell phone. An inexperienced and naive girl who attended an all-girls parochial school, she had wanted to look cute that day. She had wanted this boy to like her. She had never been on a date before, and didn't know what to expect; she only hoped he was as nice as he had seemed when they spoke on the computer. By the time the girl had finished the soda, the uncomfortable feeling had grown stronger, and was now accompanied by a woozy sensation inside her head. Her vision blurred, and she slumped forward in her seat. Her last memory was of laughter, and someone saying, “Looks like you’ve caught us another fish, Billy!” Billy, that was the boy she’d been talking to on her computer. She passed out. When she woke up again, she was lying naked on a bed in a dark room, tied up tightly in a spread eagle position. She was still woozy and disoriented, but as she realized her helpless position, a feeling of inescapable terror began to engulf her. She tried to call out for help, but her mouth was gagged and she was unable to make any sound except for a soft whimper. She already had to pee, and her fear made her lose control. She began to wet herself, soaking the mattress with her hot urine as her bladder released the fluid within, feeling it rushing out from between her spread-apart legs, powerless to prevent it. Then, as the flow diminished, she could feel it trickling down between her buttocks. Normally, she enjoyed the sensation, but not while in this situation. Now, humiliation and shame were added to her terror. How could she have been so trusting, so stupid? She heard a door open, and one of the three boys entered the room. “Good, you’re finally awake! “ he said, chuckling. “It’s no fun having sex with a corpse.” The young girl strained desperately at her bonds, trying to break free, but it was no use. She had been tied too securely. There was no hope of freeing herself, no way to cry for help. She was trapped. And over the next few horrible hours, she lived through a hell that no one should have to experience. During her ordeal, she tried to let her mind drift away from what was happening to her, but at that time she did not possess the mental powers of her present-day self. No, back then she had been a helpless victim, unable to escape either in body or in mind. And they had had their way with her. Nine years ago, waking up with a headache and an empty stomach. She had tried to kill herself with an overdose of pills stolen from her mother, but they had found her lying on the bathroom floor. Her mother called the ambulance that rushed her to the hospital, where they pumped her stomach and then admitted her for psychiatric evaluation. Diagnosis: severe depression. They could never figure out the cause, and she never told them. The three boys that had raped her had promised that if she ever told anyone about what they had done to her, they would come back and hurt her again. After the suicide attempt, she was subject to sudden panic attacks, and the ADD she had already been afflicted with was joined by OCD, which manifested itself in all sorts of strange ways too numerous to detail. She was, in the words of a former friend, ‘a weird chick’ now. She was an emotional basket case… a wreck. Eight years ago, completely alone… family not understanding, people she had once thought of as friends not caring what she was going through. The darkest time, darker even than before her suicide attempt, because now she knew that no matter how bad the pain got, she would live on and suffer through it. She could not allow herself to take the easy way out. She was now dependent on antidepressant drugs to dull the constant pain. Seven years ago, starting college… her grandmother, the only one in her family she had ever felt close to, had passed away the year before. In her will she had left a trust for her favorite granddaughter to attend the college of her choice. Eager to leave her hometown and its unpleasant memories behind her, she had enrolled in a small liberal arts school in the northeastern USA. She took the usual classes, but also began to study the martial arts, first by taking self-defense classes that were offered by the college, and then, studying privately with the Japanese woman who taught those classes, progressing slowly but steadily. Finding a focus at last, a physical pain now overlaying the emotional one. She started with Aikido, and then moved on to Kendo. The smooth wooden sword felt strangely natural in her hands, as if she had been born to hold it. And she began to progress more rapidly. In her junior year, she found someone who cared for her, and with her help, was able to leave the antidepressant drugs behind her permanently. A ray of light now pierced the darkness that had surrounded her. And she continued to train, even more intently now. A goal had formed in her mind. Three years ago, college behind her… sitting at a lunch counter in a run-down section of Tokyo. The dour, wizened man behind the counter asking, “What can I get you?” “A sword.” she replied. “A very special sword. A Hattori Hanzo sword.” The man looked at her intently. “And why would you have need of such a sword, young one?” “I have a rat problem.,” she answered. “Yes, a rat problem.” “Must be a very big rat.”, the man said with a smile. “Three big rats, in fact.” As she said that, she felt herself smile for the first time in a very long while. “Funny,” the man said, almost to himself. “Not too long ago, another pretty girl was here with almost exactly the same problem.” He nodded his head, and said, “You’d better go upstairs. This will take some time…” One year ago, back in the USA.. Researching her prey, finding out their current location, their habits, and their vices. Preparing in secret, continuing to train with fist and sword. She was hard now, inside and out. Honed physically, mentally, and emotionally. Watching her prey, and waiting. Waiting for the right moment to strike. Tonight, that long-delayed moment had finally arrived. Her three former tormentors sat helpless before her, as helpless as she had been on that fateful afternoon ten years ago. They had not even recognized her when she served them their drugged cocktails; ten years ago she had been just another victim, faceless and soon forgotten. They certainly would not recognize her now that she had changed into a black cotton ninja suit and mask… but this time they would not forget her. They would remember her for as long as they lived, that much was certain. The only question now was how long that period might be. In her hands she grasped the sheathed sword, the Hattori Hanzo sword she had worked so hard to earn. The old man would not sell her a sword, not for any price, he had told her. “The sword will be made to be worthy of its owner,” Hanzo-sama said, “but first, the owner must prove herself worthy to carry such a weapon.” He was not smiling then. It had taken her four long years to do so, four years of agonizing physical and mental training. But she herself had become a weapon forged in pain. Four long years… She had emerged rejuvenated, reborn, and ready. And he had given her the sword on the day she left him to return to her home in the USA. Reluctantly, yes; but given it to her all the same. She had earned it. His parting words to her: “Use it with wisdom and restraint; for each use takes a toll you will someday be forced to reckon with. This is why I put down my own sword so many years ago. I live now only to atone for my actions. Go in peace, young one. “ But peace was not what she sought; not then… not now. Her fingers grasped the lacquered sheath of her sword, feeling the cool smoothness of it. After all the time she had spent with a katana in her hands, it felt natural for one to be there now. The sword had become an extension of her body, of her mind, and of her will. And this blade was special. It had been designed, forged and honed especially for her by the master Hattori Hanzo himself, its weight and balance perfectly suited to her own, its hilt carved to match the size and curvature of her small hands precisely. It was the perfect weapon for her. Wielding this katana took no effort; she had only to think of a target, and almost as if by sorcery, the blade would be on its way, slicing easily through whatever lay in its path. The kill would be quick and painless, unless she wished it otherwise. But tonight, she wanted it to hurt. These three boys had hurt her badly, practically destroyed her ten years ago. They had left her beaten and broken and bruised all over, 16 years old and a virgin no more. For many years afterwards she could not give herself to anyone, having been so brutally taken, and for awhile it seemed as if she would live out her life alone, without love. But love had found her, love in the form of the beautiful woman who waited upstairs while she would wreak havoc on those who had almost destroyed her. The girl slowly began to draw the blade from its sheath, the metal glinting softly in the dim light of the room. As the boys looked on, the figure in black before them withdrew a long sharp blade from its scabbard. The blade seemed to glow in the darkness, catching what little light there was and reflecting it back to their eyes, which were now wide open with terror. Even with their heads tilted back to ease the flow of water into their bellies, they could still see the figure before them, now holding a long thin blade in her hands. They could tell it was a ‘her’ now, because she spoke for the first time. In the darkness, they couldn't be sure before. “So, how are we feeling tonight?”, she asked. “Oh, don’t bother to try and answer, I know you can’t.” She smiled through her mask, although the boys couldn’t see. “You boys have always been party animals, up for fun and games. I hope you’ll enjoy my game this time, since you made me play yours ten years ago ’ Although they had no idea what to expect, they all had a sinking feeling that whatever was coming, it wasn’t going to be fun; at least, not for them. But they were powerless to prevent it happening. (to be continued) Please comment, i'd love some feedback on this one !

I was reading a post about desperation scales here. But they all assume that once you reach near the top, say 8 or 9 out of 10, all is lost, so to speak. But what if even with a bursting, or leaking bladder, you could regain control, and go back DOWN the scale?! That has been my experience, and a few women I have chatted with. Even a colleague I observed discreetly pee pee dancing, saying I need to pee. I seen her a couple of hours later, and she confessed she had not peed yet but looked ok.☺ I have done this, albeit sometimes with the help of a bladder/pee mistress, one whose interest was in stopping a man 's full bladder leaking (with some success), another who just wanted you soo full for as long as possible no matter how desperate you were.! With their support I got through some bad urges to be able to continue what I was doing, though usually with a dull ache to remind me my bladder was still overful! Of course eventually (not being superhuman unfortunately), the urge would return with a vengeanc, making it harder to go back down the 'scale'.😧 Has anyone else had experiences like this, or has fantasises about doing?

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

“Wake up honey the bus will be here in five minutes.” “Aww come on can’t I just stay home.” Alexia said, yawning. “It’s the last week and besides it’s all half days like you said so just say goodbye to your friends and get your yearbook signed.” “Ughhh fine, I guess.” Alexia said dragging herself out of bed. “Hurry up and get changed before the bus comes.” “I’m just gonna wear this shirt with my pajama pants. It’s only class parties for the end so I’m not worried about looking great.” “Alright sweetie” Alexia began grabbing her backpack and quickly combed her blonde hair down to fix her bed head as best as she could. “Hurry honey your bus is early.” Alexia hearing this quickly ran from her room and headed towards the front door and said goodbye to her mom. As she ran towards the bus the cold morning air against her stomach gave her goosebumps. “Maybe a crop top wasn’t a great idea.” She thought to herself as she got onto the bus. Arriving at school Alexia began walking to her first period and stopped at the drinking fountain on the way to her class. Alexia stood for what felt like almost three minutes drinking water as she completely forgot to grab a water bottle before she left home. Once she finished the first bell went off which meant she had five minutes to get to class. Entering the class room she could see that they were just gonna be watching a movie while eating snacks and drinking soda for the next hour. The movie was quite entertaining and actually made the class period go by rather quickly and before she knew it the bell was going off and it was time to go to her next class. By this point Alexia has realized that she never went to the bathroom when she had left her house and started feeling the need to relieve herself, but also didn’t want to have to use the school toilets. So she decided to hold it till the end of the school day as “it's only three hours of school anyways.” she thoughts to herself. Now arriving in her second period she sat down and waited for the teacher to say what they would be doing for the hour long class period. “So to celebrate you guys graduating high school I decided we would do some school work.” “You're joking right?” One of the kids up front said. “Yeah I’m just messin with you guys. You really think I wanted to plan something. Anyways you guys can just do whatever.” After about thirty minutes of Alexia just playing on her phone while talking to her friend she decided that she was starting to feel desperate enough to need to pee and decided to finally ask if she could go. “Hey would it be alright if I-“ was all Alexia got out before being interrupted by the speaker. “The school is now entering an emergency lockdown as a store was recently robbed nearby and the suspect is on the run.” The loud female voice on the speaker said. “Alright I'm gonna lock the door. Everyone get into the corner and stay quiet.” The teacher said quickly, ignoring whatever Alexia was about to ask. Alexia went and sat down on the floor next to her friend. “Of course right when I was about to ask to go to the bathroom this had to happen.” Alexia whispered to her friend. “Ah come on I doubt this will last that long. How bad do you have to go?” Alexia’s friend Kelly asked in a concerned tone. “I didn’t pee when I left home this morning. I feel like I'm going to burst soon.” Alexia said, holding her crotch to try and help. “Try not to think about it. Let’s talk about our summer plans to get your mind off of it.” After about thirty minutes of sitting and waiting the lady on the intercom announced “The suspect has been apprehended. The lockdown is now over.” By this point Alexia had been rocking back and forth with her hand pushed against her crotch for the last five minutes trying not to pee herself. She didn’t tell her friend, but Alexia was pretty sure she had peed herself slightly. “Well since class is over in two minutes you all can leave early.” The teacher said as he got up and turned the lights back on. Alexia not wanting to be embarrassed tried not to make it obvious how much she needed to pee and just getting up from the ground made her feel herself let out a spurt on accident. By this point Alexia could barely walk and as soon as she could she started heading towards the bathroom at the end of her hall which was only about a thirty second walk from her classroom normally. Alexia was forced to move slowly towards the bathroom and finally reached the door after what felt like an entirety of moving forward inch by inch. As she grabbed the door handle and attempted to quickly open the door the handle didn’t move. “This has to be a joke right.” Alexia thought to herself as the need to pee became urgent and now the closest bathroom towards her was the one near the cafeteria that was almost a two and a half minute walk at a normal pace. Not wanting to waste time and already feeling her underwear were damp enough she as quickly as she could started heading towards the bathroom, but then a problem arose as the bell rang and a bunch of students now poured into the hallways. Alexia struggled even more to hold her pee as the crowd of people around her pushed her small 5’4 frame around. By the time she reached the bathroom she could feel that some pee was in the crotch of her pajama pants, but thankfully it wasn't obvious. As Alexia hobbled into the bathroom she looked to the left and was relieved the stalls were open, but as she hobbled towards them she then heard a familiar voice to her right. “Well if it isn’t Alexia.” Rebecca said with a rude tone. “Please not now” Alexia replied back in a pleading tone. Scared of what the bullies might do. “Aww what's wrong. Are scared?” Rebecca's friend Trinity said. “Please I’m just here to go pee.” Alexia pleaded again while standing still with her legs crossed and her hand pushed into her crotch. Rebecca and Trinity were both outcast bullies of the school that had almost been expelled before for getting into fights with the other girls. Each girl was around 5’8 and had been on the girls wrestling team before getting kicked off for bad grades and having too much in school suspension. “Here let us help you with that.” Rebecca said as she and Trinity walked closer to Alexia. As Alexia heard Rebecca say that she quickly tried to walk backwards as fast as she could, but couldn’t get away fast enough. Trinity stepped behind her and blocked her from moving back any more. Rebecca now stood in front Alexia looking down on her. Alexia was so worried that she felt another spurt of pee begin to run down her leg and soak into her sock. Rebecca then pushed Alexia and Trinity put her foot behind Alexia’s heel. This caused Alexia to fall down onto her butt and put out her hands to land onto. Alexia could do nothing now to stop herself from flooding her pants. Alexia was now frozen on the floor peeing herself. The loud hissing sound made it obvious and quickly she felt her butt become drenched in the puddle that quickly formed under her. “Oh my god Trinity do you hear that.” Rebecca started laughing now at Alexia who was still frozen on the ground peeing herself.. “Look at the puddle. Oh Jesus, can you smell that Rebecca?” Trinity said as the smell of dark yellow puddle filled the area. “Are you just gonna sit there in your little piss puddle you little baby?” Rebecca said in a mocking tone. “Jesus look at how big the puddle is Rebecca.” Trinity said slightly laughing at Alexia’s situation. Alexia had no clue what to say. She had finally stopped peeing herself, but it didn’t matter as the butt and crotch of her pajama pants were now soaking wet. The back of her pants were soaked all the way up to her waistline and down to her thighs from sitting in the puddle. “Get up now you big baby.” Rebecca said with an evil grin, “Come on Trinity let’s pick her up I have one last thing I wanna do.” Each girl grabbed one of Alexia's arms and lifted her up off the ground. This now made all the pee soaked into her pants and panties begin to run down her legs and into her shoes. “Hey Trinity, watch this.” Rebecca said as she grabbed the back of Alexia’s soaked pants and then yanked them up to give Alexia a wedgie. Alexia didn’t even try to stop it. She could feel more of her pee get gushed out of the fabric and run down her legs. The smell of pee was so bad that she knew it would be apparent to anyone that she peed herself. If her sopping wet pants didn’t already make it obvious enough. “Ew you disgusting brat you got your piss all over my hand. As if just the smell of you wasn't bad enough.” Rebecca then looked over at Trinity, “Come on let's wash our hands then get out of here before pissbaby starts crying.” As Rebecca and Trinity left they both looked at Alexia and laughed as they left the bathroom. Alexia still stood frozen before finally beginning to cry. As she looked down with tears in her eyes she could see the large puddle that was around her feet. Alexia looked forward into the mirror and could see herself standing in the puddle with dark streaks running down the center of her pajama pants. Her Pajama pants were obviously hiked up in the back from the wedgie she received that she still had not removed. Still crying she finally moved her hand and grabbed the back of her soaked bottom and began to pull it out of her butt cheeks. The pee soaked fabric slid out quickly and left Alexia’s hand covered in pee. Finally deciding to move, Alexia began walking towards the sink and could feel her wet pants sticking to her legs. Alexia stood at the sink sniffling while she washed her hand. She didn’t know what to do. If she left now it would be obvious she pissed herself, but if she waited someone might come in and see her or the kids on the bus would smell her or notice her wet pants. Her only chance would be to wring her pants out and walk home and hope no one would notice her. Heading into the large stall she started to take off her heavy pajama bottoms that made a splat sound as she let them fall down onto the floor. after she took them off she noticed her white panties were now slightly see through from how wet they were. Standing in the stall with her bottoms off she started to roll up her pants and begin to wring them out over the toilet. With each large surge of pee gushing out of her pants it made her feel more embarrassed by the fact that she was eighteen and had peed herself like some baby. After wringing her pants out till no more pee poured out she placed them on the purse hook and began to grab the toilet paper to wipe down the pee droplets that were still on her legs. Her skin felt rubbery and slightly sticky from all the pee and as much as she thought about it she didn’t want to use the toilet water to clean her legs. Grabbing her pants off the hook she now began to put back on the now slightly damp, but completely covered in pee bottoms. They didn’t feel as heavy as before, but still felt gross to be walking around in and the smell was still awful. Knowing that time was of the essence she grabbed her bag and began to walk out of the stall past the puddle that reminded her of what happened almost five minutes ago. Washing her hands she then wiped her eyes one last time to try and hide the fact that she was crying. Now walking to the door she opened it slightly to see if she heard anyone, but it seemed quiet. Now stepping out of the bathroom she quickly became extremely anxious especially when she saw a kid sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, but as she stared at the kid she was no longer worried when she realized he was listening to music looking at his phone. To avoid going past the kid Alexia went to the right and walked out of the cafeteria building. She looked around now and saw a couple of students walking outside and not paying much attention to her. She decided her best course of action would be to leave through one of the gates behind the school as it was likely no one would be there. As she walked she was thankful the sun was at least out and that it was hot so she could hopefully have her pants somewhat dried quickly as she quickly grew uncomfortable from the feeling especially with her thighs slightly rubbing causing her pants to chafe. Every now and then between steps she would feel a drip run down her legs from her panties that she now regretted not wringing out, but it was too late to worry about that now. As she rounded the corner to the back of the cafeteria she saw the open fence gate she wanted to head for to get off the school premises and begin to walk home. “I need to check how long this is gonna take.” She thought to herself while pulling out her map app. Typing in her home address from where she was she then checked the app and read “Estimated 30 minutes”. “Oh come on.” She whined to herself. * After only twenty minutes of walking she felt that her pants were now almost completely dry from the hot air, but everywhere near her panties was still grossly damp and when she reached down into the back of her pants to feel her underwear it was obvious that they weren't going to dry out as they left her fingers slightly damp. Being outside now helped her smell issue she was dealing with earlier, but every now and then she would catch a whiff of the disgusting smell of her dried pee pants. Her hands also reeked from just touching her pants as she walked. “I hope this smell leaves me and my clothes. Last thing I wanna do is throw away some clothes cause some bully made me piss myself.” She thought to herself angrily. By this point she was starting to get tired of being constantly anxious of some stranger or a friend realizing what she did, but her panic couldn’t be stopped till she got home and she was now entering her neighborhood ready for the shower she needed. “Oh thank god.” She sighed with relief that no one was at her house. Opening her front door she threw her bag down onto the ground and ran to her room to get a change of clothes and a towel. Shutting the door to the bathroom and locking it felt like having an anvil lifted off her shoulders. Finally able to shower she pulled down her pajama pants and could feel the damp and grossly dried parts. After throwing her pajama pants to the side she then grabbed her panties and was grossed out immediately by the disgusting feeling of grabbing her wet pee soaked underwear. It felt as if not a single spot was dry. As she pulled them down the wet rough feeling of them rubbed her legs and felt like she was taking off a wet bikini. She then picked up the wet and slightly cold underwear and threw them into the corner by her pajamas pants. Even with her clothes off she could still smell that the stench of pee was still on her with a slight annoyed sigh she then said “This better come off.” as she hopped into the shower ready to wash away the day. The end criticisms also copy and pasted from a google doc I wrote this in so any weird formating is from that.

Being Told to Wet View File Not really sure what section these would belong in. They're femdom style videos with girls telling you / teasing you to wet. Submitter 8BitMike Submitted 07/20/2017 Category Desperation Clothing

Do you like to dominate or be dominated? For me personally, I would love to dominate my partner. I love to see other people desperate and the idea of being the one in control of your partner's bladder? Yes. Also because I'm not necessarily the type to be dominated. First, I'm not a big fan of having a bursting bladder. I'm more turned on seeing others with a full bladder, not mine. Secondly, I don't really squirm when I'm desperate, especially when someone is watching me. The closest you'll get to seeing me squirm is some knee bouncing, that's it. Lastly, I'd just be too shy. As a socially awkward person, I would definitely ruin it with my stupid shy giggles. I imagine dominating my partner would make me feel confident, something I don't feel very often. I don't think I'll ever find a partner to dominate but I mean, a person can dream.

“Sit,” Lea commands, pointing to the office chair in the corner of their shared living room. Jamie sits like a good puppet. “Good boy, now quit squirming.” Lea loves this feeling, of utter control. Jamie’s dressed in the tightest jeans Lea could find. Being hers’ they are about one size too small for him. They squeeze his abdomen just tight enough that you can see his bladder bulge over the top. Soon enough they would be soaked though, and the contents of that beautiful bulge would be all over those skinny jeans. “What did I say about squirming?” Lea demands. Jamie grabs at his crotch with both hands, planting both feet on the floor firmly. A wet patch appears on the light blue jeans. Lea smirks to herself, but hardens her face and says, “bad puppet, big boys don’t wet their pants.” Jamie looks at her sheepishly, in his weakest voice says “please mistress, won’t you let me go to the bathroom?” “No, you lost that privilege when I caught you parading around in your birthday present. Now how do those briefs feel? They’re not much of a birthday present when they’re wet and plastered to your d*ck are they?” Jamie struggles in his seat to keep the pee in. He wish he didn’t know what would happen if did wet himself fully, but he does, and he’s going to experience it soon if he can’t stop the flow. Lea sees the look on his face and knows the flood gates have opened. Only a moment later she sees the glistening pee soak through his light blue jeans. It flows down his calves and onto the linoleum. “My, you’ve made a mess, now, haven’t you, puppet. You’ll have to clean that up, or else.” Lea glared at him. Jamie finishes emptying his bladder in his pants and finally gets up to retrieve some towels from the hall closet. When he returns Lea is wearing only her panties, and is rubbing herself hard. Jamie hides behind the hall wall watching Lea play with herself. She rocks her hips and quietly moans. He can feel himself grow, hiding behind his towels. Lea spots him and stops, standing. “What are you doing puppet?” She says forcefully. “You should be cleaning up your mess!” She points at his puddle, and Jamie sulks toward it, forgetting what he was hiding behind the towels. Lea spots his manhood poking at the material of her jeans and clucks her tongue. “Oh puppet, that’s not part of your punishment, but now it will be… Now we’ll have to have a little game.” Jamie cleans up his mess and tries his hardest to get his hardon down, but it’s no use. He cannot get the thought of Lea’s arousal out of his mind, her fingers sliding over her damp panties. Lea grabs Jamie’s arm and drags him to the bedroom. Still fully clothed and soaked, he lies like a good puppet. She straddles him on the bed and says “If you come you have to wear your soiled clothes for the rest of the night.” Rocking her hips makes him whimper. He tries his hardest to think of anything but what is happening, but he won’t last long if she keeps this up. She pulls him into an intense kiss and continues to rock her hips over his wet pants. Upright again she leans back and bites her lip, allowing him to see her damp panties. There is no way he will make it out of this little competition, so he might as well enjoy himself. He rocks his hips into hers feeling his muscles contract and a different warm fluid damp his new briefs. Lea smirks to herself and continues rubbing herself on his damp leg, moaning. She feels her own muscles contract and her panties damp even more. She collapses on the bed next to Jamie, snoring softly.

Jamie doesn’t know what to think, he hasn’t been punished in a whole week. He doesn’t like having to take charge of himself. He likes it better when Lea is home and tells him exactly what to do and when to do it. He was not built for independence. At least Lea will be home soon. He leaves for the airport to pick up his mistress. Lea’s been on the plane for at least four hours and for the same amount of time she has refused to leave her seat. She can feel the pressure building in her abdomen. She’d give anything to be off this wretched flight and in her own bathroom. She hates small spaces, but there’s no other way to get from Seattle to New York in less than a day. She crosses her legs, pulling her skirt back over her knees. God she hates skirts even more than she hates this damn plane. Business travel is the worst. Jamie can’t stand the droning boredom that comes with driving. He lets his mind wander to the fun he’ll have once Lea returns. He parks the car and wanders to baggage claim to wait for his love. He’s an hour early, but anywhere is better than home alone. He longs for her touch. He misses her demands, always knowing exactly what will make him squirm. He can’t wait for her to regain control over him. Lea squirms in her seat, fastening her seatbelt for landing. Soon enough she will be home. The airplane lands and soon enough people are let off. Lea grabs her carryon bag and walks up the isle toward the door. Now that she has walking to focus on she lets her mind wander to the fun she could have with her puppet when they get home. Jamie spots Lea in the crowd and stands to rush toward her. He can see the stress melt from her face when she sees him. She grabs her bag from the conveyer and wanders toward her Jamie. She sets down her bags and embraces him. Just then she feels a twinge in her bladder causing her to let go and bend over, crossing her legs hard. She can feel a damp patch form in her panties. After regaining control she fast walks to the car, dragging Jamie along. He feels at home already. She shoves her bags in the trunk and hops in the driver’s seat, barely letting Jamie close his door before speeding onto the freeway. They are home in less than ten minutes. Lea can feel herself slowly losing control. She parks and hops out, telling Jamie to grab her bags. She stands very still waiting for him. They run up the stairs, Lea’s bladder aching. The second she gets inside she tosses her shoes in the closet and removes her skirt and stockings to reveal very damp cotton panties. She hurriedly puts on a pair of jeans and feels a spurt of warm pee immediately escape into her panties. Jamie reaches their bedroom finally and Lea commands him to lay on their bed. He does as she says, knowing the fun that is about to be released upon him. Lea hops on the bed and straddles Jamie between her increasingly damp jeans. She can finally let go. Hot pee rushes from her, spreading over her thighs down onto Jamie’s abdomen. She can feel his manhood poking through his now damp jeans. She rocks her hips, feeling extraordinary relief as the pee continues rushing out of her body. She leans down and kisses Jamie hard, trailing her lips down his neck. He pulls off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans, then removes her own shirt. She rock her hips, unable to control her lust. *implied scene* They collapse on the bed and sleep. She wakes up first, shivering in the cold wet sheets. She shakes Jamie awake and says “Jamie clean up,” getting up from their soiled sheets and grabbing her damp clothes from the floor, dropping them in the laundry basket. She hops in the shower to warm up. Jamie feels a familiar twinge in his bladder as he changes his jeans and he gathers their soiled sheets to do a load of laundry. He’s already changed once today, hopefully Lea doesn’t notice if he uses the toilet. He sneaks into their shared bathroom just as Lea opens the shower door. Damn. “What are you doing puppet? You can use the bathroom when I tell you to. Now get out of here so I can dry off in peace.” Jamie does as he is told and sulks back to the livingroom. Lea puts on some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. She catches Jamie in the livingroom holding his crotch, leaving a smirk on her face. “Oh does puppet need to pee?” She purrs. She hand him a beer and tells him to drink up. She watches has he drinks grimacing. He won’t last long after having a diuretic like that. About an hour passes and nothing eventful happens while they watch some television. Eventually though Jamie starts squirming more and more. Lea commands that he sit still so he tries his hardest, but not even her demand can keep his bladder from aching. “To your corner puppet” Lea says. Jamie stands, causing a large spurt of pee to escape into his jeans. His hands dart to his crotch and grab hard at his wee hole. He still inches his way to the corner. Lea stands and saunters over with him. Jamie starts to sit, so Lea says “No, you may not sit.” Jamie whimpers and say “please mistress, I can’t hold it much longer, could I please at least sit?” Lea ignores his request, too enticed by the damp patch she spies on his jeans. “You’ve been a bad boy puppet, you got your pants wet. For that you have stand like a little toy soldier. Hands to your side, feet pointed out.” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, removing his hands from his crotch the pee flows freely, soaking his jeans. He stands as he is told, but can’t help but tilt his head to the sky in relief. Lea watches as his pants glisten with pee. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’m afraid you’ll have to wear those pants all afternoon, as you forgot to start the laundry,” Lea says, sauntering to their bedroom to grab some towels to throw at Jamie. “Clean up your mess and bring a towel to sit on while we watch a movie,” Lea says heading to the livingroom to find a terrible horror movie for them to watch.

Alright Diaper Lovers of Omorashi, I need some opinions. A lot of AB/DL's know what the terms "daddy", "little", "babygirl", "ddlg", etc. mean. It is a fairly commom fetish/lifestyle, especially among the AB/DL community. For those of you who don't know, and to save a quick Google search, a DDLG relationship is a form of BDSM where one person, (in this case, a male) would be the dominant and act as a "daddy" figure. The second person (either male or female) would be submissive and act as the "little". One person is the caregiver who looks after and takes care of the little, who regresses to a younger age. Now, DDLG may or may not involve diapers. When it does, it can also be referred to as DDBG, or daddy dom/baby girl. This is because the submissive person regresses to not just a young child age, but goes further to a baby-like stage, obviously. If any of you have a Tumblr account and actively follow AB/DL accounts, chances are you've seen dozens of blogs by a daddy, little girl, or both. In the cases where diapers are involved, the little wears diapers while the daddy supplies her with them, changes her, and encourages her to wear them. Seldom, though, will you see the dominant wear diapers too. And I get why. It may take away from the dominant daddy feeling. However... I like to see myself as a Daddy dom. I've have a number of relationships where my girlfriend and I have played out the DDLG lifestyle, and each time I introduced diapers into it. I would diaper my little, BUT, I would also wear diapers myself, because I am also a DL. I never thought anything of it. But a few months back, on another site specially tailored to DDLG's, I saw heated argument take place. There was another daddy dom, that diapered his little, but also ler her diaper him. He shared some pictures and told of the experience. For whatever reason, he was receiving a lot of heat. Various other DD's on the forum, and even some littles, were bashing him, basically telling him he was "doing it wrong" and going against some sort of imaginary rules. They attacked him, called him names such as "disgusting" and "disgrace to the community" (really?) all because he was diapered and called himself a daddy. Of course, not EVERYONE was evil, but even the cool-headed, logical ones seemed to be against him, suggesting he not wear diapers and linking him to a "guideline for daddies". I was so infuriated with this, and I was quick to defend. I just received more of the same heat he was getting, so I stopped. I left the site and never looked back. I didn't let it bother me for long, because why should I care what random people on the internet think of my private life? However, as I was browsing my tumblr, I saw a very similar thing happen and my frustration returned. I felt I had to get this off my chest and see what the big beef is about this. So, for those of you who are in a DDLG relationship, or know about them.... Do you consider it wrong for the daddy dom to wear diapers too? Is it really that big of a deal? Is there something morally wrong with this that I'm just not getting? In a community that's so "different" and accepting and unique, I was utterly appauled at the behavior I saw toward something so small and, to be frank, pointless. So if you've made it through all of that... Please share opinions!

“Time for a walk,” Lea says taking Jamie by the hand. “Yes, mistress,” Jamie moans in pain. He hasn’t peed since last night and the mere thought of walking makes his bladder ache. Lea heads for the front door and Jamie implores, “Won’t you please let me use the restroom before we go? I’ve been a good boy!” Lea glares at her puppet. “No… Now put on your jacket it’s raining, your boots too, we wouldn’t want you catching a cold.” She smiles to herself, knowing his boots will soon be full of warm pee. Jamie drags his feet to the door, loosening his belt a notch to compensate for his swollen bladder. It doesn’t make much of a difference as his pants are tight around his stomach. What fresh hell had he gotten himself into when he decided it was better to be right in an argument than have bathroom privileges. He wasn’t even right in the first place! Now he’s hunched over holding his abdomen and hoping for the pain to end soon. Lea practically drags Jamie out the front door of their apartment toward the stairwell. “The stairs? Oh couldn’t we please take the elevator?” Lea continues dragging him until they reach the first step. Lea starts jogging down the steps with Jamie in tow. “Ah,” he screeches, a small patch of pee staining his light blue jeans. His hands immediately grab at his crotch “Now, puppet, what did I say about wetting yourself. That will only get you more punishment” Lea smile slyly. Punishment for him is pleasure for her. Jamie lets go of the damp material between his legs and tries his hardest to hold on to the inevitable flood. Lea graciously takes the rest of the stairs at a more reasonable pace. She wants this to last as long as possible. They reach the lobby and head out into the pouring rain. It’s spattering causing Jamie to once again grab for his wee hole in despair. He stops the flow just in time to see a larger patch form on his pants, but nothing more. “Puppet, we are in public, it is impolite to grab yourself, now give me your hand,” Lea says. Jamie does as he is directed and holds Lea’s hand. They saunter around the block for about ten minutes, the rain subsiding and the sun starting to shine through the trees. Lea decides it’s time to go for a little hike and leads Jamie into a small meadow behind their apartment building. She hops over a downed tree and Jamie lifts his foot to go over it when a sudden wave of desperation overwhelms him, causing him to drop both feet to the ground and shove both hands into his crotch. Lea watches in delight as he squirms. Jamie tries his best to hold back the days’ worth of pee inside of him, but it is of no use. The flood gates open and it gushes from him. Lea watches has the light blue fabric of his pants becomes a shiny dark shade of denim. He stands for at least three minutes, head tilted down in shame and boots filling with pee. Lea can’t help but sit on the downed tree and touch herself. Jamie spots Lea’s uncontrollable arousal and can’t help but stare in lust. His bladder being empty, he now has a different feeling in his loins. His turn. He grabs Lea’s hand and they run together back to their apartment, galoshes spilling all of the pee they had accumulated.