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  1. Aaron needed to pee and he needed to pee bad. But right now he was sitting in for a coworker at a very important meeting, his legs crossed and his hand crushing his knee cap. He mouthed over to his boss Dan: "I need to go!" but the man just shrugged his shoulders. You would think that sitting in a room full of men in their 60s, that at least one of them would have had to pee in the past five hours that was this meeting. But they all sat their delicately sipping their teas and coffee without a care in the world. The main issue was that Aaron had gone into the meeting having to pee because of circumstance. His coworker, Gary, had to be out of town for a wedding this weekend. And Aaron is usually Gary's go-to-man when it comes to departmental issues. Usually this wasn't something that Aaron minded because technically Gary was his supervisor and if working some of Gary's meetings meant him getting a promotion, he wasn't about to pass that up. But today had just gone hay-wire! Last night Aaron went out with a couple of friends and had a couple drinks more than he had originally planned. In all honestly, his friends were trying to get him laid. It had been three years since he had broken up with his ex and he wasn't quite sure that he was ready to move on. His friends, obviously, didn't think that lanky and freckled Aaron could score on his own were constantly taking him to bars all across town. Aaron didn't mind it, as long as he was able to control himself. Knowing that he had a huge meeting this morning, and not wanting to wake up with a horrible hangover, he drank a ton of water and gatorade. Didn't matter to him, he'd be at his bachelor pad with his own bathroom and he could pee all night long if necessary. Then his alarm didn't go off. Being a night-owl, Aaron usually liked to give himself two hours to get ready so that by the time he got to the office, he was coherent and actually functional. But the day started at 9 and Aaron woke up at 8:30. And he was seriously, thankful that he didn't wake up later than that. Oddly enough when Aaron woke up the next morning, he barely had to pee. That alcohol must have seriously dehydrated him but for once he was seriously grateful. He grabbed a orange juice and an oatmeal cup to go and bolted out of the door. Then he turned around and grabbed his coat. It was a brisk October evening and the chilly air definitely reminded him that he could use the bathroom. He could just pee when he got to the office...right? Wrong. Aaron rushed into the office and was handed a large hot coffee by one of the secretaries, Donna. She was the talk of the town among the men at the office but Aaron didn't really find the appeal. It was probably because he was gay. "The meeting starts in 5 Aaron" she said. "What? I thought it started at 10!" Aaron exclaimed quickly removing his coat from his shoulders. "They moved up the time last minute because of something that happened with USPS," she informed him. "They'll be in conference room 190." She pointed to the room in the corner. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered under his breath. He threw his coat at his desk and took a big gulp of his coffee and went into the room. He wouldn't have time to use the bathrooms because the dumb architects who had built the building decided to put bathrooms only on the even floors. And that was a flight of stairs too many to take before this meeting. With this many companies involved, he knew that this was going to be a long meeting. But Aaron was sure they'd have a break at some point. "Aaron, glad you could make it!" Dan said behind him. Dan was technically Aaron's boss because he was Gary's boss but they had sort of a weird relationship. He was very friendly in a high school coach trying to rally a team before a game way. He was often very handsy with Aaron grabbing his arms or his shoulders, once slapping him on the ass but Judy from HR was on him about that one. And he could really be a dick sometimes. "Really hope Gary is having fun at that wedding!" He put one strong hand on Aaron's shoulder and gripped it tightly. "Yeah me too," Aaron muttered. "But just gunna say, I know you're not Gary but you're the second best and I'm glad you're stepping in for him," he said with a large smile. Dan's teeth were perfectly straight and his smile produced two dimples on his cheeks. They were adorable. "Uh thanks Dan," Aaron said drawing his lip sin slightly. He wasn't entirely sure if the brawny many had meant that has a complement. "Alright, let's do this!" Dan said pumping two fists into the air. Dan walked ahead of him and Aaron couldn't help but find himself looking at his ass. His pants were a little bit tighter than usual today and he could see the wonderful muscle definition that he had. "God you're so from New Jersey," Aaron sighed and shook his head. Feeling a little bit inadequate, he followed the man into the conference room. And that's what brings us up to this point. Five hours into the meeting, there still was no break and Aaron was hanging on for dear life, seriously hopping that he wasn't about to pee his pants. He knew that Dan knew but every time he had tried to call a break, one of the old men started yapping again and they were back at square one. And Aaron was so afraid that he would cause a problem by just ducking out that he kept quiet silently pleading with his bladder to hold on and for Dan to do something for him. "We aren't getting anywhere with this, we should take a break," Dan intervened. "I don't think we should go anywhere until we make some sort of compromise!" Nathan, the CEO of some company from some place that Aaron didn't care about because he had to pee. "I'm not calling for us to end the meeting Nathan! I'm calling for a five minute break to stretch our legs!" Dan barked back his brows curled and his arms crossed. Aaron noticed that his pecs were very pronounced in the blue satin shirt that he had decided to wear that day. And then Aaron's entirely body relaxed slightly as a tiny splurt of pee escaped from the tip of his penis. He started to panic. He couldn't pee himself in front of these people. He didn't want to pee himself in front of anyone let alone these huge corporate giants. Not knowing what to do he quickly stood up and bolted from the room. Not saying a word, he heard Dan call his name as he headed straight for the staircase. "Need to pee, need to pee," he kept saying, trying to keep his legs crossed as he rushed down the stairs. Another bit of pee escaped and he stopped to grab his throbbing crotch. It was so difficult to stop the stream at this point. There was no way he'd be able to hold it much longer. Aaron was going to explode any second. He desperately needed the bathroom. He entered the second floor and took a sharp turn to the left. There it was, the men's bathroom! And by some luck, there was nobody in the single person bathroom. Aaron started leaking as he entered the room. Forget locking the door! He could feel the urine on his legs he and unzipped his jeans when he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. Instinctively he turned around but being so close to release, he couldn't stop himself from peeing. He saw Dan standing behind him looking oddly innocent, his mouth slightly open as he saw Aaron's pee hit the side of the urinal. Aaron couldn't quite focus but Dan grabbed his penis and directed the man back to the urinal so as to not get any of Aaron's pee on either of them. A loud moan escaped Aaron's lips as he relaxed his body into Dan's. He could feel his penis throbbing and start to stiffen in Dan's hand. It had been so long since someone else had touched him and while he had wanted it, this wasn't exactly what he had had in mind. For some reason, he couldn't help but get aroused. That was when Dan did something that Aaron didn't quite expect. He kissed his neck and began to seductively nibble on his ear. It made Aaron weak at the knees, although he was already quite weak from having held his pee for so long. He moaned again and this time Dan took this as a cue to start stroking Aaron's throbbing dick. Dan took Aaron by the shoulders and threw him against wall. The cold tile felt nice on his back as he was definitely heating up. Dan put his hand against Aaron's face and drew him in for passionate kiss then he pulled Aaron's hair back and began to stroke his dick faster. Aaron found his hands grasping Dan's ass. "Shit," Aaron moaned as he came violently. Dan let go of his penis and traced his fingers down his shaft, and up his body to his mouth. He tapped Aaron's mouth with his finger. "I didn't know you were gay," Dan said. "So what, you just took a chance?" Aaron joked with a smile. Aaron's cum was still in Dan's hand and he had half a mind to lick it from his boss' fingers. Dan opened his mouth as if to say something and then there was a knock at the door. "Just a sec!" Dan cried out and then sheepishly added, "We should probably get back." "Oh yeah," Aaron muttered catching his breath. Dan laughed as Aaron fastened his pants. Aaron walked over to the sick trying to keep his composure but his mind was swarming. The facet exploded and covered the front of him in water. Dan quickly washed his hands, somehow keeping his clothes dry. They walked towards the the door the sink still spitting out water. Dan assured Aaron that he would have a change of clothes for him in his office but at least the water had help to wash away the slight pee stains that Aaron had left on his pants. They opened the door and saw a fellow coworker standing there. "Sink's broken man," he said pointing into the bathroom. "You might want to find another place." "That's the third time this month. When will they fix that thing?" He rolled his eyes and walked away. Aaron felt a strong hand on his shoulder and turned to see a smiling Dan. "So tell me, what'cha doing this weekend?" he asked.
  2. I've seen some picture topics with various themes, but none for my biggest turn on: Boys being diapered (or even forced to diapers) by females (+/- dominated, embarassed, punished, humiliated). It doesn't have to be diaper change, any photo or drawing of submissive male in diaper with non-diapered female will do! Guys preferably youthful (teen looking), slim aaand less hairy = better. No special request for female caretakers. Tbh, this kind of pictures seems to be quite rare, which is unfortunate. So, I am starting this one and I hope you will help me fill it with your finds and treasures! some drawings! (author: Ah-bagels, source: http://ah-bagels.tumblr.com) More drawings! (author: Merunya, source: http://merunyaa.tumblr.com) Even some more (sorry, not sure about author or source :-/ ) Photos (not mine)
  3. Hey again! Here's our latest video ❤️ my sub will be uploading one on her channel soon too - be sure to check it out - her username is: Babygrilleliza Please like+sub+follow and we will continue to make content! Commenting really helps boost our content too so more people can find it ❤️ As always, we read all suggestions & they are appreciated 🥰 Link: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=64c38e0b5df6f
  4. 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?
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
  8. 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?
  9. “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.
  10. 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...
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  12. 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.
  13. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2018

    Gift for Nowi Green Poor Fwo is getting what he deserves.. After the incident here: https://nowigreen.deviantart.com/art/Milk-Mix-Up-710060637 Nowi set out to punish her naughty puppy, tricking him into drinking down the whole bottle of laxative. Now for the next few hours, her dumb doggy is reduced to being a helpless pooping puppy. ...X///x...
  14. Here4theFun

    Puppy 2

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    More of poor puppy being tormented !
  15. 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.
  16. 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.
  17. 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!
  18. A rough draft written in a hurry one night. To be revised later. Comments and critiques encouraged! She was a lovely sight to wake up to. She was reclining in a sensual position near the edge of the bed with her head propped on her elbow. The pose accentuated her hips. The thin cover just barely kept her decent. She was smiling at him with her eyelids slightly narrowed in a sultry expression. It looked like she was waiting for him to wake up and see her. "Good morning," he said as he slowly recovered from his deep sleep. "I have something to tell you." He didn't say anything. His expression was blank and sleepy. "Aren't you going to guess?" she asked. She climbed over the bed until their faces were close. Almost kissing. "It's something personal," she whispered. "Sorry, dear. I'm not good at guessing games." He pulled his face away from hers so he could yawn and stretch. "Not this early." "I'm feeling it now!" she announced. She flashed her sweetheart a naughty grin. "Good for you," he said sleepily. "I don't know what that means." "You don't?" she pouted. Remember last night in bed?" He tried, but it was like trying to see through murky water. They stayed late at their friend's wedding reception. His last memory was the ride home. "I'm sorry," he eventually replied. "I had a lot to drink last night." "You were frisky last night. Don't you remember? Especially when we went to bed. You were getting really lively! I told you to cool it 'cause I wasn't feeling it. And you did. You were a good boy. But you said to make sure to tell you the next time I was feeling it. I'm feeling it now." With those words, she pulled him close in an amorous embrace. "I have something personal to tell you," he whispered when their faces were close. "What is it?" asked the smiling, playful woman. "My bladder's about to explode." She giggled and leaped out of bed. "Race you to the bathroom!" He got up and ran after her but he didn't stand a chance. He was striff and groggy and she had a head start. He had second thoughts about mentioning his painful need for relief because he might've piqued his lover's interest. Every now and then she'd decide to treat his bladder as a plaything. Sometimes it was only a brief tease. Other times it was a domination game that lasted for hours. He didn't know how it would play out today. By the time he got to the bathroom door it was only open a crack. The face of his beloved was peeking out with a mischievous smile. "I won!" "Good for you! Seriously, can I get in? I have to go pretty bad." "You went straight to bed without a potty break last night didn't you?" "I must have." "Next time you'll know better!" she sang as she closed the door. "Seriously, can I come in?" She opened it a crack. "Boys and girls aren't allowed in the same bathroom," she teased. She stuck out her tongue at him and closed the door. "Fine! Be silly like that," he said. He could've sat down but his mind was fixed so eagerly in the thought of using the toilet that he stood outside the door. That didn't mean he stood still. He rocked and squirmed with the pain of his bladder which now seemed twice as stretched as before. She kept teasing him even while he was shut out. Instead of simply sitting down she hopped up onto the toilet seat. She dropped into a crouch and shot out a golden jet with as much force as her body could manage. She wanted him to hear. It hissed and splattered and turned the toilet bowl into rumbling rapids. "Eeoommm!" she moaned with exaggerated relief. "That feels so good! Oh yes! That's just what I needed." "Can you hurry up?" she heard from outside the door. The frustration in his voice came through loud and clear. "It's rude to rush a lady," she said as her stream was losing force. "Please, darling. Be considerate of my feelings." "I could finish up in a second and let you in," she said when her stream had stopped. "Thank you." "Or I could not," she added. Her fullness was gone but there was still a bit left in her bladder. She forced a jet out. A brief tinkling filled the air. After a moment she shot off another one. "You have do be about finished by now. Right?" "Don't rush me. I felt a little something in my tummy. I could have a BM coming on!" "No!" he protested. "Be polite. Let me go potty in peace." She finished emptying her bladder. Then she slowly and deliberately reached for the toilet paper and ripped the last two squares off. Just as slowly and just as deliberately she dabbed her womanhood dry. She lowered herself into a sitting position and waited for the next development. She doubted she would really need to do anything more on the toilet but she sat there anyway. She could hear the sounds of her beloved's bare feet as he paced outside the hall. He was really getting uncomfortable. She just sat there and let him get more uncomfortable. She was beginning to get bored when he called to her again. "Can I come in now?" She pulled up her panties and put down the lid but didn't flush. Soon the couple was talking through the open door. "I'm done usi...!" she started to say in a cheerful voice but she noticed something that made her stop. Her lover had just taken his hands off his tighty-whities and nonchalantly put his arms to his sides when she opened the door. "Were you holding your crotch?" she asked with a giggle. He blushed and nervously mumbled something incomprehensible. "It's all right," she teased. "You can stick your hands in your undies and hold your pee-pee shut if you have to. You can even do the potty dance. I understand little boys have trouble holding their wee-wee in." He got more red and she got more giggly. There wasn't a word exchanged for a moment. He obviously wanted her to let him in the bathroom but didn't know how. After some moments of awkwardness he did something unexpected. He stepped up to the ajar door and kissed his sweetheart. "You're so cute!" he said when he'd finished. "You've still got that girlish mischief in you. It's one of the many things that make you so lovable." He was trying to charm her into letting him urinate. She took it in a different direction. "You're lovable too." She kissed him back. This kiss was longer and more passionate. "Do you still want to make love this morning?" "Yes!" he answered without hesitation. "Then I'd better get clean!" she said. "I'll be in the shower." His smile fell into a frown. His eyes lost their gleam and opened wide with horror. "Can I use the toilet while you use the shower?" he asked breathlessly. He knew the answer. "I'm afraid I'm not comfortable with that," she said as she shut the door once more. A minute later she got a great idea. A naughty idea. She opened the door all the way. "I'm sorry I teased you," she said. "You're not a little boy." Her almost-naked body embraced his. She could feel the tension in his muscles and the big hard bladder in his abdomen. "You're a big boy," she said in a seductive voice. She twisted around his body and lowered her voice until she was whispering in his ear. "And you know what big boys can do?" "What's that?" asked the amorous man. "Hold it," she answered. Before he knew it his special lady was back inside the bathroom and the door was locked. She spent an hour cleaning herself under the shower-head and preening herself in front of the mirror. That mischievous woman didn't know what state her man would be in when she came out of the bathroom again. Maybe he would've used a jar to relieve himself. Or the bathroom at the convenience store down the block. Or maybe he'd be perfectly composed because he wanted to show how good his control was. Maybe he was waiting to force his way to the toilet the second the lock clicked. She opened the door and casually strolled out wearing only a towel. She grinned a diabolical grin when she saw him. A special womanly thrill passed through her body as she took in the sight of her strong masculine lover reduced to a little boy. He still hadn't gotten dressed or left the sight of the bathroom door. He was sitting in a chair in the next room with his legs tightly crossed. He carefully uncrossed his legs and slowly stood up. As soon as he was out of the chair he was clutching the manly bulge in his underwear and his legs were twirling his body back and forth in an impatient squirm. He wasn't even trying to hide his desperation. He looked like he could have an accident at any second. "Please!" he said. It was sort of an immature whine and sort of a desperate cry. "Soon," said the still-smiling woman. "Stand up straight like a man!" He straightened his legs and stood as tall as he could. He took one hand off his groin but hesitated with the other. "Hands on your sides!" she ordered. He obeyed. Her eyes got big. There was a spot on the front of his underwear. The white cotton was dark and yellow right where it bulged in the front. "Uh-oh! Having a little trouble there?" He said nothing. The only thing she got from him was red cheeks. "Hold still." She walked up to him and took him by the arms. "Keep holding," she said as she started to pull him downward. He winced and made a half-hearted try to stop her. "Spread your legs," she said. "Come down to my eye-level." He complied. The wet spot got bigger. Soon a little liquid was making it out of the underwear. His legs splayed wider and his body sank lower until the lovers were face-to-face. Little trickles made their way down his hairy legs. Little droplets dripped on the wooden floor. She looked into his eyes. They looked innocent. Vulnerable. That excited her more. "Are we done here?" he squeaked. "This has gone pretty far. Even for one of your teasing sessions." "I'm done." She held him in place as she kissed him long and hard. He fought it at first but gave into the sweetness. He put so much attention into that kiss he relaxed the hold on his bladder. The trickling and pitter-patting accelerated. When the two sets of loving lips finally parted there was a little puddle on the floor. "I'd like to go now," he said. She still held him tight. He was still in a painful position. "Wouldn't you like to go right here?" He was silent. She pointed to the saturated front of his underwear and then to the tiny pond beneath him. "You already started. Wouldn't you like to finish? Wouldn't you like to let everything go and bask in the sensation of relief? Wouldn't that just be great?" He closed his eyes and nodded. She let go of her sweetheart. He wobbled for a moment and fell backwards. He ended up sitting on his bottom with his hands holding him half-way upright and his half-bent legs jutting forward. The dark spot on his tighty-whities turned a glistening yellow as it became overwhelmed with liquid. It evacuated the waterlogged fabric in two streams that soon fused into a single violent waterfall. It was coming faster and faster and hitting the wood harder and harder. The new pool on the floor soon grew large enough to engulf the first one. She watched her lover's on-purpose accident with unrestrained glee. He threw his head back and groaned with relief. It changed the position of his body. The downward rush of a waterfall became the upward spurt of a geyser. It flowed out at that angle for some time before the dwindling pressure changed its course. When he sat up the eruption turned into an outward flow. He was now in the middle of a gleaming golden lake. His sweetheart had been crouching in front of the bathroom door staring wordlessly at the spectacle the entire time. Now that the flow had ebbed she stood up and walked over to him. She held out her arms and strained to pull her muscular man up to an upright position. Soon they were both standing. He was dripping furiously. "Put your foot up." He obliged and she whipped off her towel and laid it on the puddle. He put it back down on the towel. "Now put the other one up," she said. When he did she unfolded the towel to catch the rest of the wet mess. "Now hold still." With no other warning she pulled his soggy underwear down to his feet. Now they were both completely naked. "I'm feeling it right now," she said with a sultry smile. "And I don't mind a wet bed."
  19. This is part of a fan fiction I wrote a while back. This is one chapter (The third) but the other chapters don't really fit. It works just as well as a stand alone story. The fandom is Hannibal (TV show) but regardless of if you watch the show or not, it still works. There's nothing you really need to know about the shows or the characters to read the story. It contains desperation, wetting, humiliation, and masturbation. Also Dom/Sub elements. M/F/F (Dominant female and male with a submissive female). Feedback is appreciated if you want. ****** Freddie was back at Hannibal's house for dinner that night. Mistress wasn't there. She had been under the impression Mistress would be there but she had yet to show up. Any time she tried to bring it up Hannibal changed the subject. It was just her and him for the moment. She wasn't sure how much she hated it and how much she loved it. At least if it was just the two of them she had a better chance at snooping around, and the house was huge. "Uh, sir, can I please use the bathroom?" She asked him. He looked up from his food. It had been silent til that moment but she really didn't think she had anything to say that wouldn't offend the hell out of him. She had just been answering random questions when he asked and he seemed to really be enjoying the food anyway. Not that it wasn't good but he acted like it was manna from heaven. "Yes, down the hall, to your left." He said and then sort of waved her off dismissively with his hand. Really? He was going to be that much of an idiot and trust her to find it herself? Okay then, this was all his fault. He was asking for it. She had dressed how he had told her to. Short, black, low cut cocktail dress. He had also requested she straighten her hair and tie it back. She had no idea why she was so eager to follow orders, it was possibly the orgasms he had given her so far. She hadn't seen him since the night with Mistress at the charity ball and she was going nuts. Though she was able to cum without them, no matter what she did it wasn't nearly strong enough to keep her sated. She was slowly beginning to realize they basically owned her at this point. If she wanted any leverage at all, she would have to find some dirt on one of them to use as blackmail. Though she really did have to pee, she didn't have to go that bad yet and she figured he was so into his meal he wouldn't notice if she was gone a bit longer than usual. She looked in several rooms until she found an office. Jackpot. Walking in, and shutting the door quietly behind her, she headed towards his desk. Maybe there was more information about Will Graham in there. Though that wouldn't exactly give her leverage she was overly curious with what was up with that guy. Also it was getting her more subscribers to her site which meant more money. She stepped up behind the desk and slowly started to open drawers. Everything seemed pretty bland. An appointment book, some business cards. None of this was going to help. Then she came to a locked drawer. Huh. She tugged on it a few times, nothing. Without her lock picking kit it wasn't going to come open, well that or a key. There must be a key in there somewhere. She looked around, where would he hide it? She doubted he kept it on him at all times so she was going to have to be smart about this. Her hands roamed under the bottom part of the desk for compartments or to see if anything was taped there. Nothing. Looking around she noticed framed pictures on the wall. Maybe he would hide it behind one of those. Without realizing this left her turned away from the door and unable to tell if Hannibal was coming she went for them quickly, starting to turn them to check the backs. She only looked behind the second one before she was interrupted. "I will take this to mean you didn't learn your lesson about not snooping before?" Hannibal's voice drifted towards her firmly. She quickly turned the picture around and then turned to face him. "I lost my contacts?" She asked stupidly. It was clearly a piss poor excuse but she had nothing going for her at that point. "In a room you've never stepped foot in, ever?" He asked and came towards her. She let out a small squeak and backed up, only to feel her back hit a wall in the corner of the room. "Well at least you've learned not to run from me, however we will have to work on this backing away." He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her forward and down onto her knees. She cried out. "I couldn't find the bathroom and...and you have nice art." She stammered. He was aroused, incredibly aroused. Without knowing why she started to nuzzle her face against the fabric of his pants, over the bulge, like a very lonely and affection cat would do. His breathing increased but he didn't moan. "Or you lied." He breathed. "I would like to finish my dinner now. Come with me." Her hair was grabbed again and she was led by it back to the dining room table. Now she really did have to pee, she had screwed herself over with this move. Fuck. "Okay yeah but I seriously have to pee." She said. "If it could wait long enough for you to snoop, then it can wait long enough for me to finish my food." He said. She let out a low whine but really had no choice to go with him at that point. He shoved her down into the chair she was in before. "Stay, finish your food as well, all of it. The wine too. It was expensive." "Look, sir, you don't want me drinking any more liquids at this point." She told him seriously. "I don't believe you are telling the truth. You will not leave until you finish everything set before you. Start." He said and sat down as well. Another whimper came out of her and she started to eat quickly. "No. That doesn't count. Eat properly." He snapped. "Sir I--""You have lost what little credibility you had with me before, don't tempt my wrath." He said. She bit her lip and crossed her legs tightly, the top leg swinging rather angrily as she started to eat like a 'civilized' person at a dinner party. She reached for the wine and took a small sip. Okay that definitely wasn't going to help the problem she was now facing. She looked at him and opened her mouth to ask him how serious he was. "This is not a game. Do as you're told." "Yes well there's only a certain amount of time a person can hold a full bladder." She replied. "Enough time to snoop in an office?" He asked. She grumbled under her breath that he was a bastard and started to eat again. The doorbell rang and she looked up. "That would be your Mistress. She was late with a client. Stay where you are or you will regret it." Freddie nodded and looked at the wine. Almost a full glass. She had already had a full glass before dinner and it was going through her. Alcohol always did. She would just save it until she was done with her food then chug it down. That was her best option at that point. "So Hannibal tells me you were snooping before, yes?" Mistress asked as she entered a moment later. Hannibal wasn't there, Freddie assumed he was getting food for her. "With what intent, Ms. Lounds? To humiliate one of us into doing your bidding?" "N-No Mistress I swear I was just...I couldn't find the bathroom." She lied again then almost winced when she heard how apologetic and weak she sounded. "Well, I will personally take you there when I'm finished eating. No sooner." Mistress replied. "You must finish as well." "But I don't think I--""You don't get to think. We are in charge now. You need to learn that you cannot get the upper hand and your punishment is this." She replied. Hannibal brought a plate of food in and set it down, along with a glass of wine. "My punishment is what?" She asked. Of course she was ignored at that point. Mistress started to talk to Hannibal about shit she didn't care about. Well she might have cared had she not had to concentrate on holding her piss in. She kept eating, her hands getting more and more shaky. Mistress was eating painfully slow, at that point Hannibal was just sipping his wine. Though she was sure he was smelling it more than he was drinking it. She wanted to scream, she wasn't going to make it. They weren't punishing her, unless they considered boredom a punishment. They were talking about going to the opera or something lame like that. It wasn't interesting. "Please..." She finally begged. Her legs were twisted tight and she was bent over more than usual. "Sit up. Uncross your legs, don't sit like that, it's not proper." Hannibal told her. She felt her lower lip tremble. "I probably shouldn't uncross--""Do as your told or there is no orgasm tonight." Mistress warned. Almost as if a button was pushed in her brain she sat up straight and uncrossed her legs. She pushed her knees together tightly though, tensed her thighs. This made everything a lot worse. Her fingers tapped on the table. "That's annoying. You will stop." Hannibal glared at her. "S-Sorry." She said and put her hand on her lap. After a moment she opened her legs and jammed her hand between them trying to desperately stop what would be happening very soon. They both looked at her and went back to talking. Mistress continued to eat. Freddie then realized what was going on. She wasn't going to get to go to the bathroom. Her punishment was pure humiliation as she had been trying to get the information to do the same thing to Hannibal. No. No he wouldn't. He wouldn't let her do that in his nice chair in his nice dining room while they ate. He would find that disgusting. That was unless he found her humiliation worth it. "I can't hold it any more." She breathed after another five painful minutes of them chatting about race horses or something else that was dumb. Something about horses, maybe breeding or riding them. She didn't care. "You won't like what happens if you don't." Hannibal warned. "Finish your wine." "I can't." She told him. "No, you just won't. There is a difference." Mistress told her. She felt a tear escape her eye, her legs trembling underneath her. Hannibal got up. "Finish it." He said, grabbing the glass and thrusting it in her direction. "M-Master please..." She whined, looking up at him with what must have been the most pathetic eyes ever. He looked back, his gaze was firm. With an incredibly unstable hand she reached for the glass and took it. Taking a deep breath she downed all of it in one go before he could yell at her that it was rude to drink like that. She slammed the glass down onto the table. "Done." She panted and let out a small cough. "You might want to move her." Mistress said, "It's a nice night out, we could sit out on the patio." "I would prefer her not sitting there either." Hannibal said. "No darling I said WE could sit. She can stand." Mistress smirked and stood up. She grabbed her wine and plate and headed towards the back doors opening one of them. Hannibal chuckled and grabbed Freddie by the hair. He yanked her to her feet and she screamed. Being ignored again she was pulled out onto the patio and shoved into the center of it as Hannibal and Mistress sat at the table. Mistress continued to eat, but both of them were watching her now. "Hands behind your back, feet should be shoulder width apart. Head straight, eyes cast down. Obedient." Mistress said. "You need to learn you are not the one in control and if anyone is going to be humiliated it will be you Ms. Lounds.""If I stand like that I won't have long before...""That's the point. We know." Hannibal told her and sat back. He sipped at his own glass of wine with an evil smirk, which she both hated and was severely aroused by at the same time. "Please don't make me--""This is not being forced, you are not a prisoner, you can walk out of here if you want. However, that will make our deal void and you will not get another chance to play with us. Ever." Mistress told her firmly. She let out a weak cry and then slowly got into the position they told her to be in. Fuck, she really didn't have long and they were intent on this. If they wanted to humiliate her, this was a damn good way to do it. Even worse, she found she was entirely too aroused. Though her stomach churned from the thought of what was going to happen and she was nearly dizzy with the anticipation of one of the most horribly embarrassing moments in her life as an adult, she was throbbing with arousal and aching for release. This intense humiliation was turning her on. She had no power with these people, she knew it, they knew it, and it was intoxicating. Mistress and Hannibal went back to talking but they were still looking at her. A moment later she felt it start to happen. It was slow at first as she was fighting it. There was no way she actually wanted to piss herself and so her brain was telling her body to cut it out. However, this was punishment enough and she was going to keep position and let it happen. She had to, because if she didn't get another orgasm from them tonight she was going to go insane. A small cry escaped her as she felt herself lose complete control of her bladder. She clenched her jaw, fell silent, and looked straight ahead. Her face flaring up red. She could feel the piss running down her legs, ruining her shoes and parts of her dress, soaking it. Still, she never moved from that spot. "Dirty little whore isn't she?" Mistress asked. "Yes but I rather like her like that. Never thought I'd see Freddie Lounds in such a state. I can nearly taste her embarrassment here. She must really want to orgasm tonight." Hannibal said. Though she wasn't looking at them, she could hear them just fine and feel their eyes on her. Since her eyes were cast down she could see the puddle of urine forming under her. It seemed to take forever, like this moment was frozen in time. Even though about thirty seconds later she was done it felt like a damn hour. "She can hold a lot for such a little thing. It was a good idea to move her outside." Hannibal said and pulled Mistress into a kiss. "I always have good ideas, Hannibal." She smiled and kissed him softly. She finished up her food and headed inside with her plate. Freddie was too horrified to say or do anything but stand there like she had been told. Scared that one wrong move at that point was going to get her in a lot of trouble. She felt Hannibal staring at her, until Mistress came back out with a towel. She stood in place as she was wiped down as much as possible and then Mistress was in front of her, a hand gripping her chin firmly. "Look at me." She ordered. Freddie's eyes immediately flicked upwards to meet Mistress's. "Good girl. Make yourself cum." "But you--""Uh uh uh..." She said pressing a finger to Freddie's lips. "We didn't promise we'd help you we just said you could. Now, make yourself cum." She said. "Can I at least get more clean?" She whined. "Urine is sterile you'll be fine." Hannibal said dismissively, "You may get clean after." "I'm not sure I even can after th--""Try." Mistress said and sat back down by Hannibal. The last thing Freddie wanted to do was finger fuck herself in front of these people after she had wet herself like a damn child yet, god was she ever horny. She licked her lips and hesitated. "You have thirty seconds to start or you go home with nothing." Hannibal told her. She hurried into action, maybe that was a promise of more to come if she obeyed. Hitching her dress up quickly, she slipped a hand into her panties and then two into her cunt. A very loud moan escaped her. Fuck, maybe she wouldn't need their touch. This orgasm was going to be massive. She worked her hand quickly, in front of these two perverse but amazingly controlling dominants. Her eyes flicking back and fourth between each amused face. Extremely amused, aroused, lust soaked eyes and heavy breathing. Another moan left her, her body shifted. She worked her hand faster. Who would have ever thought her own humiliation could get her to this level of pleasure? Her breathing and heart rate started to climb rapidly. Her breath hitched, as the palm of her hand pressed firmly against her clit she climaxed. Her scream was cut off in a breathless choke. Her body spasmed, her eyes rolled back in her head. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her until she was sure she'd pass out. When her vision cleared, she stumbled back, away from the mess she had left and ended up on her knees in the grass, coughing and trying to get her breath back. "Well done, pet. Have you learned your lesson about who is in charge yet?" Hannibal asked her. "Y-Yes Master...Mistress...I...I understand." She breathed trying to focus on just one spot on the grass until she could get her bearings back and maybe be able to stand up. "Good. You will be spending the night here. Entertain any more thoughts of snooping and the next punishment will be far worse." Mistress said. "I will take you inside now to get cleaned up, understood?" "Yes, Mistress." She said getting to her feet on very shaky legs. She wasn't exactly sure when she became this person, or how she had ended up such a pathetic shadow of her former self around them, but she couldn't say she hated it either.
  20. I swear, I will get back to writing the story I have ongoing (En Aukidi). And I will get back to writing pure omo stories at some point. In the meantime, perhaps some of you will enjoy this. Wayward GirlThe car rolls smoothly up the driveway and stops. When she grabs for the seat belt, he puts his hand firmly over hers. She lets go and turns her youthful face to him, uncertain. “Did you go before we left?” He says. He shouldn't have to ask. She's old enough, but still he needs to be sure.She shakes her head. “I didn't have to...” She begins.He gives her the look. The one that says she better listen. “Then I think you should go first thing once we've done the introductions.”She bites her lip. It's something she does when she's unsure if she can get away with being sassy. “I told you, I don't need to...”“Will you do it, for me?” His tone is milder now. “I don't want to worry about you all evening.”She sighs, resigned. “I'm not a child, you know,” she says.“I know, sweetie. I know.” He lets his hand linger on hers, then he exits the car, and before she has time to do anything else, he's opened the car door for her, unbuckled her seat belt, and stretched out his hand for her to take.“That's very gentlemanly of you,” she says as he helps her out of the car.“You know me.”She looks a little nervous, tapping her foot. “You think they'll like me?” Her voice cracks. He knows she gets nervous like this. It's one of the paradoxes that so fascinate him: how she can be so brazen and sassy, and yet to so insecure and nervous at the same time. That's what it's like to be young, he supposes. He grabs her hand firmly, and together they walk to the door.She rings the bell, and they can hear some commotion inside. Soft, easy-listening music is faintly heard through the window. Then the door opens. Two smiling faces, him bearded and in his thirties, her slightly younger, dressed in a tight-fitting red dress.“Mark!” The woman in the dress says. “So good to see you! And you must be Casey!” She moves in for a hug. Casey appears startled at first, but her shoulders relax into the hug. “Ooh, I like your perfume,” says the woman. “You have to tell me what brand it is.”“Don't stand there in the cold,” says the man. “Do come in.” He shakes Mark's hand.They move through a small entree into a spacious living room, with a shiny white sofa and an assortment of lit candles spread around the living room table and on a small round table in a corner. A fire is crackling in the fireplace, and through an open door they can see a dinner table set for four.“Casey, this is Amelia and Connor, good friends of mine,” Mark says.“Nice to meet you,” Casey says. She's so cute when she gets shy. Mark has grabbed her hand again, and now he gives her a squeeze. A gentle reminder of their agreement. But Casey seems too shy to speak up.“Say, Amelia, would you show Casey the bathroom?” Mark says. Casey blushes deeply, but Amelia, ever chipper, loops her arm around Casey's and leads her down a hallway. Mark breathes a sigh of relief. Crisis averted. Now he doesn't need to worry about that for the rest of the night.Dinner is steak, with red on the side. Once she's had her first glass, Casey's back in control, laughing, telling stories. All she needs is a little push, he thinks, and she's back in her element.“So tell me all about it!” Amelia says. “How did you two meet?”“We met in a bar, actually,” Mark says. “We hit it off straight away. Everything's gone kind of fast. This one's a little impulsive,” he says, nudging his girlfriend.“I envy you,” Connor says. “Remember when we used to go to on road trips just because?”Amelia shrugs. “I remember quite a few mishaps along the way, too,” she says. “I think some people are just made to settle down.”“Oh, I think everyone's got a little adventure in them, young or old,” Casey says. She has that glint in her eye. “Would you pass me the wine?”Mark and Connor lapse into job talk, which frankly bores him—Casey's enthusiasm must have rubbed off on him. A year ago, he wouldn't mind talking shop with an old friend. But now, his thoughts wander. Mergers and office politics seem so… pedestrian. Life with Casey has corrupted him. Sometimes he wonders whether it's himself or her he needs to be protective of.By the time the evening's drawing to a close, Casey is well and truly drunk. Mark is driving, so he only had a little sip. As they're saying their goodbyes, he glances over at Casey. She doesn't notice. His girlfriend doesn't make a pit stop before they leave. He wonders if he should say something, but she's a big girl. He did make her go when they arrived.“Wow!” Casey says as they pull onto the road. “Your friends are really nice. Amelia is so classy. I think they liked me. Do you think they liked me?”He glances over. Her eyes are a little glazed over, the classic drunk look, but she appears awake and coherent. And happy. “Of course they did, love.”She crosses her legs and fishes her phone out of her purse. They don't speak much on the way home. Casey bounces her legs. He pretends not to notice, but he knows what that means. Mark takes a chance and pushes a bit past the speed limit. Familiar houses start appearing, and then they're home.Casey bounces out of her seat and runs to the front door. She scrambles through her purse, a little panicked. Mark whistles at her and waves his keys in the air.“Goddammit,” Casey says.“Now, now,” Mark says. He's at the door now. “You can wait one minute, can't you, dear?”Casey is wearing her finest black dress, but right now it's all bunched up between her crossed legs.“Will you just unlock it already?” She says. She's clearly annoyed. Once the key is in the door, she sprints in, not even bothering to kick off her shoes. He'll have to remind her of that.Mark takes his time undressing, then reclines down into a chair. He has a perfect view down the hallway. She can't avoid him when she comes out.Five minutes pass, then five more. Finally, Casey peers out the door. She seems startled to see him watching her.“Come over here a second, baby,” he says.“I was just gonna slip on something...”“Later, baby. Just come over here for me real quick.”Her steps are uncertain. She keeps her gaze at the floor. Mark opens his arms and motions for her to sit on his lap. She flinches, but does as he asks.“Now, I know you don't like this part, but I have to ask,” he says.The warmth of her bum on his lap is stirring something in him. He longs to lift her up and carry her to the bedroom, but this is important.“What?” She says.“Did you make it?”She turns away from him. He places his hand gently on her neck and turns her so that her eyes met his. She's blushing.“Oh for fuck's—not this again,” she says.He repeats his question, with emphasis on every word. “Sweetie. Did you make it?”Her gaze waivers. She can't look him in the eye. “Of course I did. No need to ask.”Mark slips a hand underneath her dress. She tenses up. “Mark, I told you—”He moves his hand along her thigh until he makes contact with wet fabric. Her entire posture slumps, defeated. “Young lady,” Mark says. “Is this what you call making it?”“It was only...” She can't seem to find the words.“Show me,” he commands. He lifts her off his lap and turns her around so she's facing him. “Show me.”A deep blush spreads across her cheeks. He can't help it. He shouldn't think like this, but she's unbearably cute like this, helpless and embarrassed.Casey slowly lifts up her dress. What she reveals is a pair of pantyhose clearly damp in the crotch. He moves to lower her pantyhose, and she follows his lead, staring straight at the floor. She lowers the pantyhose all the way down and steps out of them. Mark puts out a hand and touches her once pink panties. Now they're dark red and soaking.“I'm sorry,” she begins.Mark's pants couldn't possibly get tighter in the crotch. But he can't let himself get carried away. “Baby, we talked about this.”“I'm sorry, it was an accident.”“I'm not mad that you had an accident.”Her big, green eyes meet his. “You're not?”“I'm disappointed that you didn't even try. Why didn't you go before we left?”She's tearing up. He hates seeing her like this. It's all he can do not to give up on the whole strict routine and just hug her tightly. Clearly, she doesn't know how to respond.“I think you deliberately didn't go.”“I thought I could hold it. I really did! Look, most of it went in the toilet!”“Does that mean there's a puddle for me to clean up?”A tear escapes her, then a suppressed sob that turns into a sniffle. “Baby, we've got to get this under control. We're going to come to an agreement that both of us can be satisfied with. Okay?”She nods.This is enough for tonight, he thinks. He grabs hold of her and begins carrying his wet girlfriend toward the bedroom. She nestles in close to his shoulder. He has her strip out of the wet clothes, and then he fetches a towel from the bathroom. She tries to grab it, assumes it's for her. He shakes his head. “You're sleeping on this tonight.”“Mark, god, I'm not gonna piss the bed!”“That's final. Now, I think I know a girl who needs a good cuddle. Isn't that right?”He places the towel down, and her on top of it. She's a foot shorter than him and easy to handle. Mark lays down on the other side of the bed and starts playing with her hair. She places her head on his chest. He kisses her goodnight and turns out the lights. Tomorrow, he's going to figure out a solution to all this. Not tonight. Casey is nearly a decade younger than him, nineteen—soon to the twenty, she is keen to remind him—and a bit of a wild child. Legal in every sense of the word, but young at heart. They've been together for a year now. She pretty much unilaterally decided to move in with him, moving more and more of her stuff to his place until he finally got tired of pussyfooting around and gave her a key. The one she had forgotten last night, which might have been the cause of her latest mishap. Sometimes, Mark feels a bit guilty about being with her—as if he were taking advantage of a child. But then she'll surprise him by casually quoting Sartre like it's nothing, and reminds him that it's possible to be two things at once: a somewhat responsible, if messy adult, and also a child-like soul. He can't decide which part he loves more. Early on, though, he realized that as the older and more experienced of the two, it was his responsibility to, not raise her—hopefully her parents had done that job well enough—but certainly guide her into the world of adult responsibility.This latest little hick-up had begun last month. Casey does college part time; two days of the week, she works as Mark's assistant at his company, which is mostly a way for him to keep her busy. That, and perhaps give her some valuable work experience. He's not rich, but on occasion, a man has to spoil his princess. Casey had aced an exam, and he'd agreed to take her shopping. She was excited like a child before Christmas, and they'd spent hours wandering clothing stores. Casey had been sipping on one beverage or another the whole time—not that Mark really took note of it until later. Finally, five hours into their shopping trip, Mark had had enough. “One more store, that's where you get whatever you're gonna get,” he'd said. Casey merrily skipped into a high-end, expensive store, because of course she would.“Don't you think these would look cute on me?” She said, holding up a pair of jeans. Mark had nodded. Anything would look good on his girl, and frankly he was looking forward to ending this trip. Men and women have a different perception of time when it comes to shopping.They found the fitting rooms, but it was a busy day—Christmas season was just starting up—and there was a line. Casey looked increasingly impatient, tapping her feet, shifting her weight back and forth as the line progressed. Finally, there was an opening and she ran in with her jeans. Mark leaned back on a counter and waited. Surely she'd go for these ones and they'd be done for the day. He needed a beer after this ordeal.Then there was a little squeal from inside the fitting room, and a meek voice: “Mark...”Concerned, he ducked his head inside the curtains. Mark had not expected to find what he did. His girlfriend, squeezed into her expensive new designer jeans—with a very obvious wet spot between her legs, and mascara running down her face. “Mark, I—”A range of emotions flooded him. One, concern. Of course. But most of all—how could she? She was nineteen, a grown woman! Now he'd have to… “Not a word,” he said. That was the least impolite thing he could think of. “Put on the pants you came in and then come out.”A few moments later, she was out of the fitting room, back in her dry pants. He grabbed her hand firmly and began dragging her towards the nearest counter. “Mark, please, I—”“I don't want to hear another word from you until we're home.”He brushed past a middle-aged lady, leading his girlfriend like a child. “Excuse us, miss,” he said to the clerk. “My girlfriend had a little accident in the fitting room. We'd like to buy these.” He laid the stained jeans on the counter.The young girl working the counter looked surprised, but she quickly regained her composure and rang them up, then put the wet jeans in a shopping bag, making sure not to touch the soiled crotch. Mark paid the price—well above what he had expected to shell out today—and then he began dragging Casey towards the exits.“Mark...” She tried one more time. He put a finger to her lips. She looked petrified, and who could blame her?She didn't say anything on the way home. Not until they were nearly there, when she gasped loudly. Mark looked over in time to see a waterfall appear between her legs, quickly soaking into the seating, then pitter-pattering over the edge onto the floorboards. Casey began to sob. “I tried to tell you, I still needed to go!”He didn't have the heart to scold her. Instead, he took her to the shower, and then he went outside to scrub the car seat.That evening, he tried to get her to explain, but she would only say that it was an accident, that she didn't know what happened. Mark decided that being paraded around a mall carrying wet jeans was punishment enough. He certainly didn't expect it to happen again. It did. A couple of weeks later, on a lazy Sunday morning, Casey was sat half-dozing in front of the telly. Mark was headed to the shower. He called over, “Hey, hon, I'm taking a shower, you need the bathroom?” She had shook her head and turned back to her reality show.Once Mark reemerged from the bathroom, he almost bumped into her. She'd been standing right outside the bathroom, and a tell-tale trail of pee followed her down the hall, leading up her thighs to a very obviously wet pajama-crotch.This time, he was concerned. “Oh, baby,” he'd said. “You go have a shower. I'm gonna call and get you a doctor's appointment on Monday. Something's not right. You've probably caught a UTI or something.”She wouldn't look at him. Her voice was very, very little. “Mark, it's not that.”“It's not what?”“It's nothing medical.”Mark didn't know what to think. “What do you mean? You did this just to annoy me?”She sobbed. “No, no, please, I'm sorry. It's just… I never meant for this to happen. I just enjoy it. I enjoy… The feeling of a full bladder. I never meant for it to go in my pants.”Casey can be quite exhibitionistic. She loves to give him a peak at her underwear in places that aren't quite proper. He knew she had a kinky streak—and to be honest, so does he. He likes being in control. But he'd never expected this.“Go clean up. We'll talk about this later,” was all he managed. Since then, he'd taken care to remind her to go, however infantile it might seem to remind your grown girlfriend to go potty. Then came the dinner party and the wet ending, and that brought him to this. Today.Mark really wasn't sure if he could go through with it. It seemed wrong, somehow. And he knew there'd be a fight about it. No question. Casey would not let this slip quietly. But he had to do something. He wanted to let her explore her kinks, but he also didn't want her to further embarrass herself, or him. She'd been devastated by her accidents; clearly, it was the build-up that excited her, and her actual failure of control was a humiliating defeat. But Casey clearly wasn't as in control as she thought. When Mark considered it, she must have a rather a party bladder. Rarely did she excuse herself to the restroom, and in their year together, she had never once failed to get home dry. Not until this past month.With heavy steps, he carries his bags inside and sets them on the kitchen table. He had bought them. He had to do something. When it came down to it though, it was hard to find the courage.“Baby, come here,” he says. He knows she's home, somewhere. Casey leans around the corner, wearing only a loose top and some yoga pants.“What is it, Mark?” She asks.“Come sit down,” Mark says. Commands.She does as she's told.“Baby, you know I love you,” he begins.“Come on, please don't say that,” she says. “That sounds like the preamble to something horrible. You selling me off to a trafficker to pay off your drug debt or something?” She tries to make a joke of it, but it falls flat.“Baby, it's about your accidents.”Her face reddens.“I want us to be able to explore this thing of yours safely. No more tears. No more me worrying every time we go out. Okay? This is for us.”“What's for us?”Moment of truth. Mark opens one bag, then another. The first holds a pink package of pull-on absorbent underwear for teens. Casey's slim, he knows they'll fit. The other package is white and contains heavier-duty diapers, with the words “FOR NIGHT-TIME USE” prominently displayed on the package.Predictably, the mood in the room explodes. “You've got to be fucking kidding me!” Casey rises, ready to storm out of the room, but he grabs her arm and restrains her.“Young lady, sit down and hear me out.” She sits. Bites her lip. Considers whether another lashing-out will serve her well or not.“You like to hold it, right? You like the feeling? But you hate to wet yourself. You hate the humiliation, you hate me scolding you. I don't like to see you cry. I want you to be able to practice your kink safely and cleanly. So this is how it's going to work. If you want to put it off to get off, you wear one of these. That's it. That's how it's gonna go.”She sits there silently for a while. Considers her words carefully. “You can't make me,” she says, finally. Her pout is adorable. He suppresses a smile.“No, I can't, and yes, I can. Remind me whose house you're living in?”“Yours,” she says.“And who is your boyfriend?”“You, silly.”“I just wanted to hear you say it. If you want those two things to continue as before, then you have a choice. Either you lay off on your experiments—that's fine by me—or you choose to protect yourself in case you overestimate your capabilities. Like you've done now, what, three times the last month?”Casey rises. “Please,” she pleads.“I love you, and I'm doing this for you. Don't you think most boyfriends would be disgusted by what you've done?”Her eyes tear up. “Baby, don't cry.” Mark walks over and gives her shoulders a squeeze. “I didn't mean it like that. I'm not disgusted. I mean, I don't know how to feel—maybe I'll even grow to like it. But this is how we do it. Are you with me?” Casey looks much younger than she is, in this moment. Like a lost little girl. She nods.“You better have gotten me some high-quality shit,” she says. “This princess ain't getting pampered in nothing but premium fucking diapers.”The tension in his shoulders eases. The hard part is over. “Oh, but you are my princess, aren't you?”She pretends to hide behind her fingers. “I'm not a baby, Mark.”“No, you're far too naughty for that, young lady.”Casey walks over and touches the pack of pull-ups. “So are these like…?”“Those are the kind you can pull up and down. The other kind has tapes and it's built to take a soaking.”“I...” The way she's looking at the pull-ups has changed. What was once disgust, then defiance, has given away to something else. Curiosity?Mark decides that it's time to spice things up. This is a kink for her, after all. And truth be told, being in control is his kink. He loves to humiliate her, but he hates to see her cry—she doesn't enjoy it the way he does. But perhaps in this strange, confused thing they have going on, they can find some middle ground to satisfy them both.“Princess, did you go pee-pee today?” It's late evening. If she hasn't gone today, she must be bursting.“Don't talk like that,” she says. “Like I'm two.”“Baby, have you been to the toilet today?” A little difference in tone.“Not since this morning.”“Girl, you must be bursting,” Mark says. A little laugh escapes him. “Would you like to try one on?”Their eyes meet, and he knows she wants it. She might have a little trouble swallowing her pride, but part of her is excited. Not to wear something so juvenile, perhaps, but for something else—to live out her fetish with the enthusiastic support of a lover. Mark guesses this is something she's done in secret all her life, well, as long as she's been sexually aware anyway. “Take off your pants and panties,” Mark says. “I'll help you put them on.”Casey hesitates, but then she complies. Her yoga pants come off, then her panties. She hands them to him, as if to prove she's still dry. He takes a moment to admire her shaved pussy, but that can come later. If things go the way he hopes, she'll be in heat by tonight. Mark unwraps the package of pull-ups and then helps her step into it. He pulls it up her hips, and it fits surprisingly snuggly. Casey has a small frame, although she's got it where it counts.She looks down at her infantile new undergarment. Puts a hand to it and pushes it into her sex, just to see what it feels like. Then she bends down to pick up her yoga pants.“Nuh-uh,” Mark says. “No pants.”“What! You can't expect me to walk around in just… a diaper!”“Baby, we're home alone. No one's going to see. But I need to be able to check if you're wet.”Casey stomps her foot. The gesture was probably meant to be definite, defiant, mature, but it comes across like a childish tantrum. It's hard to look mature when all you're dressed in is a loose top and a diaper. “I am not going to pee myself! You know I don't like that. I told you, I'm strictly into holding.”“Well, never say never. I mean, you've been an accident prone little girl lately.”“Mark, for the second time, don't take that tone with me. Please don't infantilize me… Any more than I already am. Look at me.” She twirls around, giving him a good look at her pampered bum.“I'm sorry, baby. It's just, you look so cute right now. I can't help but tease you a bit. I'm sorry if I hurt you.” Unbidden tears start welling up in his eyes. It suddenly hits him what he's done—how far he's gone. He knows she's not into humiliation. She knows he is, and she's made it clear to him that it's a no-go.She steps over and gives him a hug. He needed that. “Baby,” she whispers. “I'm not that offended. No need to cry for me. I am a very naughty girl, you know.”He gives her a little smack on her pampered rear. “Off you go and play, then, or whatever it is you do when you're holding. But I'm keeping an eye on you.”She walks over to the coach and lies down. “Actually, I've been up since six this morning,” she says. “I'm kind of tired. Do you mind?”She loves to lie with her head in his lap. It's probably the most affectionate she ever gets outside the bedroom. He positions himself so that she can lay down, and then he switches on the television. A few minutes pass in silence. He looks down and sees that she's got that glazed-over, serene, sleepy look on her face. She's lost in her own world, in his body heat and in the cushions. Mark's getting sleepy himself. The next time he looks down, her eyes are closed, and her breathing is slow, regular. She's asleep.The TV can't hold his attention today. When he looks down at his diapered girlfriend, new, unfamiliar emotions wash over him. Casey's always looked young, and innocent when she's not being deliberately naughty, but this sleeping princess is something else. She's got an irresistible aura—a combination of innocence and, well, if he's honest, sex. He can feel his groin stir, and hopes it doesn't wake her.Then it happens. A low sound, increasing in intensity and loudness. A hiss. He looks over with wide eyes as his girlfriend's diaper expands with a day's worth of urine. The little flowers on the front fade, and the back puffs out. He's beginning to wonder if it's gonna leak, but then the diaper stops expanding.He's got a full-on erection now and he doesn't even know why. This has never been a kink to him. He didn't even know it was a thing. When Mark thought of pee play, he was picturing golden showers. Not this. Not his princess in a wet diaper, sleeping in his lap. Should he wake her?Mark nudges at Casey. “Baby,” he says.“Hmmm?”“Baby, you had an accident.”She opens her eyes. She's still not quite awake, but the shock and embarrassment is apparent on her face. “Shit, I… I fell asleep and...”“Baby,” Mark coos. “That's what diapers are for.”She sits up with a squish. “I'm sorry, I...” She struggles for words.“Shush,” Mark says. “Let's get you into a clean one and ready for bed.”“I don't need, really…”“I know, baby.” Mark looks deep into her eyes. “I know you don't need one. But do you want one?”She stays silent, but her eyes say yes.“Up you go, baby girl,” Mark says, and places his hands behind her wet padding. He lifts her up, and she wraps her feet around his abdomen. He carries her over to the bedroom.“Mark, I'm dirty,” she says.“I can help you with that.”“I'm not a baby,” she repeats. It's almost to the point of being a catchphrase.“No, you're not a baby baby, but you're my baby,” Mark says. He's having trouble articulating just what is going on, but it feels right. Without thinking, he places her on the bed and rips the sides off the wet pull-up. The absorbent material is puffy and yellow. “My, this baby's had quite the accident,” he says.“Stop it,” Casey says, but then she giggles. “I mean that's nothing compared to the clothing store.” She pokes her tongue out at him.“Well, I want you to be protected tonight, babe,” Mark says. “Wait here.”When he returns with one of the tape-on diapers, she's still there, naked from the waist down, with the folded-up evidence of her accident on prominent display. “Now, I want you to lift your bottom,” Mark says.She looks at him askew. “Mark, this is really weirding me out.”He leans in and kisses her. He takes his time, teasing her, letting her lean up to meet his lips. “Baby, to be honest, it's weirding me out too. But it feels right. Does it feel wrong to you?”She considers it. Shakes her head. “No, Mark. It's weird as fuck but it feels so good.”“Now be a good girl and lift that wet bum of yours for me.”She lifts her herself into the “diaper change” position, and he slides the thick new padding under her. Then he brings forth a wet wipe and teases her clit a bit before wiping her down, powdering her up, and taping the diaper fast.Mark looks down at his handiwork. In one day, his girlfriend has gone from a sassy almost-twenty-year-old to a girl who gets her wet diaper changed before bed. He smiles.Casey drags him down into bed with her.“Now, I don't want you leaving this bed until morning,” Mark says. “Then I'll change you again, if you need one.”Casey wrinkles her brow. “But Mark, what if I have to go?”“Then you go. This thing can handle it, and so can I.”“No, I mean, what if I have to go go?”“Oh.” He really hadn't thought of that. Mark supposes he'll have to give her an out. “I wasn't thinking. Of course you can...”“Mark?” She whispers.“Yeah?”“I don't know why, and it's weird as fuck, but this feels so good. The way you care for me.”“I'm glad. I was terrified you'd...”“Would you be disgusted with me?”“What?” Mark is confused. Disgusted? He just changed a pissy diaper!“Would. You. Be. Disgusted? If something else happened...”“Oh. Are you serious?”“Would you?” She's anxious.“Princess, I'd never be disgusted with you. But I mean, like, do you think…?”“I haven't been in two days. I mean, I don't think...”He kisses her again. Can't resist copping a feel at her diapered ass. Somehow the infantile garment makes her even sexier.“Good night, babe.”She presses on. “But Mark… What if...”“Baby girl, you have a diaper on. Now go to sleep.” He gives her another long, passionate kiss, and then they both close their eyes. Soon, only light snoring can be heard. Something's holding her down. She tries to draw a breath, but it comes out a ragged rasp. She pushes, but whatever it is that's sitting on top of her is heavy. All she does is strain her breathing further. She can't breathe, she's too afraid to speak, she must scream but she has no mouth.“Baby,” a voice says, far away. She feels someone tousle her hair. The heavy thing is gone, but her fear is not. She's hyperventilating now, desperately trying to suck in air. She feels the heavy thing between her legs and embarrassment spreads up her body. She can feel herself heat up, she's afraid, she's embarrassed, and she doesn't know where she is.“Baby, wake up.”Casey opens her eyes.“Baby, it's just a nightmare,” the voice says, and now she recognizes it's Mark's.She puts a hand between her legs and feels the padding. Suddenly, she wants nothing to do with any of it. This is all wrong. “Get it off me!” She screams. She tries to rip the tapes, but she's too confused and scared and tired, and all she ends up doing is pushing the padding further into her. “I don't want this! Get it off!”“Baby,” his voice says. His tone is so different now, here in the dark. Usually he is either stern or casual. Now, he is calm and loving and reassuring. “Casey love, it was a bad dream. Sit up, let's talk.” She feels him hoist her by the arms to sit up, leaning against the headboard of the bed.“I'm not a baby,” she says. Her voice is so small and she hates it, but she can't bring herself to yell again. It's still dark in the room and the residual fear is telling her they might hear. Whoever they are, the things in the night. She shakes her head, willing herself awake. For fuck's sake, there are no monsters in the dark. It was a run-of-the-mill nightmare. Sleep paralysis. She's read about it in her psych textbook. It's nothing to cry over. Casey is a grown woman. She just needs to get out of this infantile underwear.“Casey, you're not a baby. You're my girlfriend, okay? All we did was… try something out. If you don't like it, we won't do it anymore.”Casey sighs. She is awake now, and her eyes are adjusting to the darkness. She can see the alarm clock, it's 4:01 in the morning. She can make out the contours of their dresser. When she turns, she sees her boyfriend. He's still playing with her hair, and one hand is placed on her shoulder. Casey wills herself to relax.Mark turns on the light on the bed stand. “Casey, what's wrong?” He sounds concerned.“This.” She gestures at her diaper. “This all feels wrong. You're stupid for making me do this and I hate you.” She regrets it the moment the words slip out. He looks wounded. It's not often Casey sees her boyfriend look genuinely vulnerable, but right now, he looks like a shot animal trying to limp away from a hunter. She is no hunter. “I'm sorry,” she says. Her voice is small again. “I don't hate you.”“I know you don't,” he says, and kisses her forehead. Then he turns around and fishes out their iPad from the bed stand drawer. Mark hands it to her.“Here,” he says. “Let's do a little research. Let's look online. You know about rule 34?”She giggles. Can't help it. “If it exists, there's porn of it on the internet?”He nods. “Let's just google this thing.” He types in the words “pee fetish” and hits search.There are more results than she had guessed. Millions. There are golden showers, pee drinking—all sorts of things that disgust her to her core. But then there's something. She clicks on “Omorashi FAQ.”“Omorashi,” she reads aloud, “is a fetish centered around being desperate to pee, or peeing oneself.” That's it! “That's my thing!” She says, suddenly a little excited. “The holding part, not the actual peeing your pants. That's gross.” She feels a little self-conscious then, remembering her recent accidents.Mark takes the iPad again and types in something else. “Diaper fetish.” Forums and blogs show up. Casey clicks onto a tumblr page. There's a picture of a young woman—although clearly of legal age—in pigtails, dressed in a onesie with an obvious diaper bulge, sitting in an oversize playpen sucking on a pacifier. The tags say “Daddy Dom/Little Girl,” and the text reads: “Daddy gave me cummies today and then he diapered me for bed. I wuw my dada!”Casey throws the iPad onto the bed. “What the actual fuck!” She yells. “I only have one daddy and he's my goddamn father! I don't want to call the guy I'm fucking 'daddy' and I don't want to suck on pacifiers and sit in playpens and what in the ever living fuck is 'cummies'? Are these people actual children pretending to be adults?”Mark listens to her tirade in silence. “You done?”“Not even close,” Casey says.“Casey,” he says. Something tells her she better listen. “You and I are us. We don't have to do anything we don't want to do. Who are these tumblr people to tell us how our relationship is gonna work?”“You're goddamn right,” Casey says. “Don't you ever think I'm calling you daddy, mister.”“Look,” he says. “That isn't us. That's just some people. They can do whatever and we'll do our thing. But you have to admit, I'm the Dom and you're my sub. I'm the one paying for this house, I'm the one making sure you're keeping up with college, giving you work experience, and making sure you don't end up with pissy pants.”She blushes at that last bit. Casey wants to deny it, but he's kind of right. Life with Mark is different from life with her ex, or back at home with her parents. She has clear responsibilities, and he makes sure she keeps them. But she's never been happier, never more successful, never more motivated than the year they've had together. When she really thinks about it, she's given him a lot of control over her life, but he's more than delivered on his end of the deal.But still, she can't get over the diapers. The thing that's encasing her lower half right now. Or the wet one Mark magicked away while she wasn't looking. She's not a baby girl. She doesn't want “cummies.” When Casey is in the mood, she wants a good hard fuck.“Tell me about this omorashi thing,” he says.She considers it. “I never knew it was a thing. I just always knew… Even in kindergarten, I got this weird excited feeling when someone peed their pants. When I became a teenager, I began experimenting. Holding it until it was almost too late. The feeling was amazing. The pressure, the desperation, the thrill and naughtiness of it all. And when I'd just make it to the bathroom in time, the relief was so good… I gotta admit, I'd rub it out right then and there.”“But you don't like the accidents?”She blushes. “I don't want to… never wanted to pee myself. I got kind of excited seeing other people desperate, I kind of wanted them not to make it, but myself, I can't take the humiliation. I just want to reach that edge and stay there.”“You never told me about this,” he says.“I was embarrassed. I thought you'd think I was a freak.”“You are a freak.” He rubs her shoulders. “I like you that way.” Oh, Mark, always the sweet talker in just the right moments.“So you never had any accidents, with your experiments?” He prods. She's embarrassed to talk about this. But this feels like an important moment in their relationship. Like they're on the verge of something new. There's no use holding back now. She's already wearing a diaper for fuck sake.“Only once,” she whispers.“Tell me about it.” Casey doesn't want to, she really doesn't. “It's okay,” he says. “I've seen you wet before.”A hole, just the right size for her body, straight through the bed and into the core of the Earth. That would be nice right now. But Casey's in the waking world now. “Promise not to make fun of me,” she says.“I would never.” Oh, he would, but she senses this time he's serious. “Okay. I was sixteen and feeling frisky. You know how it is when you're that age.” Not so long ago for her. A little longer for him. “So I held it all day, only went once at lunch and then for the rest of the day, I wasn't gonna pee. The pressure built up, and it felt so naughty. I had to be careful not to squirm at the dinner table. I had this stupid idea that I'd do the ultimate challenge—twenty-four hours. I'd hold it until lunch the next day. By the time I was getting ready for bed, I couldn't stand still. I just about managed to hold on as a put on my pajama bottoms. Then I had to stiffen up and walk past my parents on the way to the bathroom as if nothing was wrong. I was just gonna brush my teeth, flush the toilet so it sounded like my normal routine, and go to bed. I just about lost it when I saw the toilet, five feet away. But I managed to hold on.”Mark's propped himself up and is listening eagerly.“So you know, I squeeze some toothpaste on my brush, turn on the water, and then… Then it just happened, Mark. It began running down my legs. I couldn't do a thing. I stood frozen, feeling the warmth, all of it just pour out of me, down my legs, puddling around my naked feet, as the tap ran. But that wasn't the worst of it.”“There's more?”“Just as I finished going, standing there like an idiot holding my toothbrush in a puddle of pee, five feet from the toilet, my brother bursts in the door and sees me. He sees his sixteen-year-old sister, and she's clearly pissed herself, all over, there's pee almost from one corner of the room to the other, and I'm standing there with my toothbrush so close to the toilet.”“Wow,” Mark says.“I've never been so embarrassed. I couldn't explain it. My brother was actually really nice about it, didn't even tell our parents. But he couldn't understand why I didn't just go to the toilet if I was that desperate. I tried to tell him I was just gonna brush my teeth, but I mean, the size of that puddle… I cried for days after that. Didn't dare do any more pee games for a whole year. I hated it. I wanted it gone. But that urge never went away.”Mark rubs her shoulders. “Oh, baby,” he says, and although she hates that word, in the context of—her in a diaper—it feels right, then. “I'm so sorry that happened to you. But then you started up your little games again?”She turns to face him and tries for a coy smile. “You bring out my naughty side. I guess I must have overestimated my abilities. Several times. But you know I hated the way you treated me, like a child who isn't potty trained.”Mark puts a hand on her stomach and rubs it. Slowly, he inches down towards her padding and gives that a good rub, too. Casey can't help but buck into his hand. She shivers. She's confused.“Do you still want out of that diaper?” He asks.She can feel her stomach knotting up. She has to go. Really go.“I'll be right back,” Casey says, and slips out of bed before he can follow her. She's quick on her feet. The layout of their home is imprinted in her memory to the point she can navigate it blind. She finds the bathroom, rips at the tapes until the damn diaper flops down to the floor, and positions herself on the potty. The toilet. She does her business, all of it—how could she ever even have considered the possibility of doing that in her diaper—and then she puts on a pair of panties and returns to bed.“No diaper, then,” Mark says. Casey's carrying a big glass of water. All this heart-to-hearting has made her mouth dry. “Sure that's a good idea?” He says, gesturing at the glass, the size of it.“Mark, I'm not gonna wet the bed. I'm not a baby and I just went.”“Come join your fiancee, then,” he says.She slips into bed before the words register. “What did you just say?”“I said, come join your… I mean, do you want to marry me?”She doesn't know what to say. “Mark, this is too much, this is...”“I'm sorry,” he says. “It slipped out. It was stupid. We've only been together a year. Forget it.”But she can't, now that it's out there. “No, no, Mark. Don't forget it. It's… Let's talk about it in the morning.”Casey closes her eyes and thinks of walking down the aisle. Mark wakes first. It's a Saturday, and they've slept late. It's already noon. Casey's big glass of water stands empty on the bed stand. Today seems like a good day. An unreasonably happy day. Things that have been bubbling under the surface have finally come up for air, and the atmosphere is all the better for it. He kind of regrets his awkward, impromptu proposal, but Casey seemed to take it for what it was: confused, sleepy, but well meant. And she didn't seem totally against the idea.Mark takes a long look at the empty glass and shakes his girlfriend awake. “Casey, morning baby,” he says.“Morn'n,” she grumbles.“No, wake up for real, sweetie,” he says, and gives her another shake.She sits up and her hand immediately shoots to her crotch. She's out of bed in no time. “Stop,” he says, as she heads out the door. Casey turns. She's got her legs twisted together, giving herself a sexy cameltoe. “You're so cute when you're desperate,” he says. He didn't find it very cute at the mall, or the dinner party, but after last night's talk, after the diapering and everything, he's seen her in a different light. This is a pure expression of Casey-ness, and he loves that. He can even feel some morning wood coming on through his boxers.“Mark, I gotta go,” she says.“Sure you can't hold it a little longer? You're a big girl.”She turns and walks over to him, gingerly. “Mark, I have to piss like a racehorse.”“Told you that big glass of water—”“I didn't piss the bed, did I? Now are you going to...”He grabs her, lifts her into the air, plants her onto the bed. He's on top, holding her wrists lightly, looking down into her eyes.“Mark!” She yells. “Mark, it's gonna come out!”“I know you like it,” he says. “You love that feeling, don't you?” He slips a finger inside her panties. It comes away wet, but he doesn't think it's pee. She moans.“What if I told you that you could have that feeling a little longer?”She moans again as he massages through her panties. “Mhmm,” she moans. “Mark...”“Are you a big girl, or are you a baby?”“You know I'm not.”“Then surely you can wait until breakfast.” He lets go of her and helps her off the bed. The outside of her panties are still dry, although the insides, he reckons, are sticky.“I can hold it a while longer, 'long as you don't sit on my fucken' bladder, Mark,” she says. Casey in sassy mode, but at the same time, desperate and littler than usual.“Then you know the deal.”Her eyes widen. “No. I'm not doing that.”“Is it because you think it makes you a baby? Are you afraid you'll disgust me? That I'll humiliate you?”She crosses her legs and nods. “All of those, I guess.” A hand lingers between her legs.“Baby, tell me who awkwardly, stupidly proposed to you last night?”She turns her face and gives him a quizzical look. “You?”“After all you told me, I went and did something so stupid anyway. Because I actually do love you.”He can see her melt. There are those moments in life when you know you have someone in the palm of your hand, when you know they want it even more than you do. When all you need to do, is make it acceptable to ask.“Now, baby, either you run to the potty before you spring a leak, or I run and get some protection.”“No baby talk,” Casey says. She briefly crosses her arms, but quickly finds she must return them to her crotch.“Okay,” Mark says. “I will tease you, but know that it's all in good fun.” He points at the bulge in his boxers. “No baby talk. But am I pampering you or not?”She grins and points at his boner. “Your little man really wants it, huh?”Mark nods. “Big man too.”“Then off you go, and remember to spare some blood for that stupid brain of yours!”Mark hurries off to get one of the pull-ups. When he returns, she's knotted tightly like a pretzel. He moves over, slides down her underwear, then slides up the pull-up. Once he's done, he holds up her panties so she can see them clearly. He lets a finger glide along the gusset. It's wet, but is it pee?“Mark, I'm so fucking turned on right now,” Casey says. Not pee then.He takes her hand, forcing it away from her padded crotch, and they walk over to the kitchen. “Eggs and toast okay?” He asks. He's pretending this is a normal morning, but all he can think of is the state of her bladder. Will she break? How will she react if she does? Or will she run off before it's too late this time?“Sounds good,” she says. Her voice is strained. Once he's ready to serve her, he finds her sitting bent over the kitchen table. Still only in her loose top and diaper. Casey notices him looking under the table and spreads her legs seductively.Mark walks over and slips a finger in beside the leg gathers. Casey stiffens. “Mark!” She says, prying his hand away.“All dry, like a grown girl,” he says.“Of course I am. And starving, too,” she adds. But her expression isn't so sure.They eat and try to talk about their plans for the night—date night at home or dinner at a restaurant? But Casey's state is heavy in the air, even if he can't smell anything yet. She picks at her toast and eggs. Maybe not so starving after all, or perhaps the thought of filling her tummy with anything more is too much. He can't help but notice her crossed legs under the table.“Yeah, I think Italian sounds amazing, Mark,” she's saying. “We haven't eaten out in so long, and you're being a cheapskate and canceling the office Christmas party...”“I'm not canceling it, honey, it's just we've got a lot on our plate right now and I'm thinking January works better.”“Whatever. Take me out tonight, be a gentleman,” she says. She's about to say something more, but then she gasps. Her mouth forms an O, and without thinking he scoots his chair away from the table and fixates on her crotch. There's a hiss. She moans. He can see the color on the flower change, and the diaper expands. She puts a hand to her crotch, but it's too late now. The dam has burst. She pees and pees, and then he sees a little trickle slide out the leghole and gather on the chair. Casey's shocked. The sight of it has Mark in a different state of shock, too. He rises and walks over to her.“Young lady,” he says. “Is there something you want to tell me?”Her face has been lost in a different land, but now it returns, and she blushes. He holds her gaze. “Well?”“I...” She stammers.“Remind me, did someone tell me she could keep her panties dry, what, thirty minutes ago?”Casey looks down at her wet diaper. “I did, Mark.”“Well, did you?”She looks up at him with a spark in her eye. “Of course, babe,” she says. “Of course I'm dry.”“Stand up,” he commands.She hesitates a little, but does as he commands.Her diaper has doubled in size. A little trickle slides out the leghole and down her legs, those toned legs he loves so much. Casey's eyes are fixated on her accident.Mark slips a finger inside the padding, traces a little path past her clit before he withdraws. It's dripping. “Young lady,” he says.“It was an accident!” She pleads. He's happy to see she isn't in tears this time. “You made me! You goaded me into this! It's your fault!”Mark laughs. “It's my fault my little girl—” he stops himself before he slips into the juvenile talk she hates. “It's my fault my grown girlfriend peed her pants? Or did someone else pee your pants?”“No, I—”He grabs her, swings down onto the chair—he can feel a little wetness seeping into his boxers once his butt hits the seat—and places her on his lap. “Baby,” he says, as his hand again slips down into the wet padding. “I want you to say it.”“Say what?”“You know what I mean.”“I had an accident, Mark,” she whispers. “In my diaper,” she adds, even fainter. Then she giggles. “And I can feel your appreciation. It's poking at my wet ass.”“I need you so much right now,” he whispers.“Take me,” she whispers back.He lifts her off his lap. Notices in passing the wet spot on his boxers. Casey bends herself over the kitchen table. Quickly, he undoes his boxers. Mark doesn't even bother removing the wet padding from his girlfriend's ass. He simply slides the diaper a bit to the side and makes his way in from the back. She moans as he thrusts himself inside. More pee spills out. Neither of them care. After, they take a shower together. Mark makes a show of holding up the soaking evidence for her to see. She blushes, but then she laughs. He tosses it in the trash. Clean and dry, they make their way back to bed. Casey cuddles up to him. “You think this is something you could come to enjoy?” He whispers in her ear.“I can't wait for round two,” she says. They lie there like that for a while, lost in the bliss of each other and the post-coital glow. “So, Italian,” she says suddenly. “You think you know a good place for pizza and a proposal?”Mark laughs. “I'm thinking pasta. I'll make you a ring of spaghetti.”Casey laughs, too. “If I'm the lady, you're definitely the tramp.”
  21. I wrote this on the spur of the moment. I'll probably do some revision soon. Comments encouraged! ++++++++++++++++++++ She told me I'm too goody-goody in the bedroom. Most of the time she wants a gentleman but once in a blue moon she's in the mood for something else. "I want you to hurt and humiliate me and we'll have fun!" were her exact words. She elaborated with a list of things like dog collars and horse whips but my fantasies were headed in a different direction. I came up with a naughty plan but didn't tell her the whole thing at once. I said we'd carry on like it was a normal day but she had to follow my rules. She didn't know where things were going but she was ready to play along. I told her to change into something nice with a short skirt and we'd go out. "The first rule is you have to swallow anything I tell you to." I demonstrated by taking out a juice box and inserting the straw between her shapely smiling lips. "You can nullify this and all other rules by telling me the safeword," I added as she sucked on fruit juice. She took the straw out of her mouth long enough to ask one question. "Do you pick it or do I?" She choked with laughter when I said the safeword was "burst." We needed groceries so that was the first thing we did. I promised her things would get more interesting. She was perky and optimistic. When we carried the bags to the car I made her stop to perform a favor. I took a water bottle out of the plastic and pointed it at her mouth. "Swallow." She looked annoyed but unscrewed the cap and started drinking. "Faster!" I said. I got a kick out of watching the muscles in her neck work as she glugged it down. When she finished she was struck with a look of embarrassment. Some people were staring at us. "Another!" I commanded. I was gonna make sure more people stared. "Drink this one like you're dying of thirst." I took off the cap and physically stuck the neck of the bottle into her face. She drew back a bit then eagerly wrapped her lips around the plastic. She made exaggerated sounds of quenched thirst as she drank the water so quickly and sloppily that some of it ran down her neck and made her top wet. "Good girl!" We continued to the van. At home she started walking to the bathroom before the groceries were put away. I grabbed her wrist. "Uh-uh-uh!" I scolded. "That's the second rule. No going to the bathroom without asking me for permission." "Can I have permission?" "Not yet." After we'd put away the groceries she asked again. "No," I answered again. "How do I get permission?" "You'll find out." She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss. "Good girl! You can't go to the bathroom though." Her enthusiasm was waning but she perked up again when I said we should go on a romantic picnic. She wasn't hungry yet so I suggested we take a long walk to work up an appetite. I used the bathroom before we left. She just stood outside the door with her arms crossed. We selected a picnic site and packed everything up and took to the bike trail. I spotted the bathrooms before she did. "I know what you want," I said and I motioned to the silhouette of the woman in the dress. "Yes I want it," she said. "Do you really need to?" "I do." "Then you need to ask." "Can I go to the bathroom?" "That's poor grammar." "May I go to the bathroom?" "Still not right." "May I please have permission to go to the bathroom?" "No." I had something else in mind. I took hold of her hand and led her to the drinking fountain. She started to struggle when she noticed where we were headed. "You have to swallow," I reminded. "Really?" "That's the rule. If you're sick of funny rules you know what to say." "No I won't use the safeword. I want to see how this plays out even if it's no good." Once she relented I was able to bend her knees and press her head down to where her mouth could receive the stream of water. I turned the knob and made sure she got a nice long drink. "People are looking," she whispered accusingly when I released her. She used her wrist to wipe away the water that was running down her chin. "They think you're hurting me or something." "Then explain it," I whispered back. "Try to sound frisky." "Don't mind us," she said to the elderly couple who were walking by. "We're just playing." "That was nice," I said. "You got the flirtatious sound without laying the sexiness on too thick." "Now may I have permission?" "Not yet." Before long we were at the picnic spot. We were both pretty hungry by then but she had a more urgent need. I could tell by the way she was skipping and hopping around as we set down the blanket and got the food ready. "What do I have to do to go to the bathroom?" "I'll tell you later. Try not to ask so often." "It's hard not to!" "Don't get testy." We sat on the blanket. She fidgeted a little but got comfortable and seemed to forget her need. We had a nice dinner and didn't talk about bathrooms. I was sure to remind her before we packed up. "Do you want more to drink?" "No." "But you'll drink it anyway. Watch while I pour." She snapped her legs together and shuddered as she watched the thin stream of yellow liquid slowly flow into the clear plastic cup. "Those are such nice liquid sounds," I teased. "Wouldn't it be great to hear that happening under you while that shapely bottom of yours was perched on the comfortable horseshoe seat of a public toilet?" "What do you want me to do?" she asked in a desperate tone. "I'll do anything. Not literally anything but..." she trailed off as she shifted into a different sitting position. "I won't let you use the bathroom here but you may use the one at home." "That's a long walk," she complained as she uneasily stood up. "What's the matter? Think you'll have an accident?" "No." "Did you already have an accident?" "No!" "Why don't I check?" I only brushed her leg but she jerked away forcefully. "No!" she repeated in a more playful way. "I bet the seat of your panties is all wet." "No!" "Then show me." We ran around a bit and once more attracted attention to ourselves. I brought the chase to a stop by saying "I can make you drink the rest of the lemonade." "No! There's most of a liter bottle left!" "Show me your panties or I'll make you swallow every drop." She spun around and flipped up her skirt and her white cotton underwear caught the bright summer sunlight. "See?" When the skirt fell and she stood up straight again she noticed a woman with two little kids was looking at us wide-eyed. "Sorry! I got a little too frisky." "Good girl!" I said to my red-faced sweetheart. "This is no good!" she said in a not so frisky voice as we were walking back home. "What did you want?" "Something kinky." "That's what this is." "This isn't what I asked for." "You asked me to hurt you." "Yes!" "Well doesn't it hurt?" I asked as I motioned to her crotch. "Yes but that's not it." "You also asked me to humiliate you." "Exactly!" "But aren't you humiliated? You've made a few scenes in public." "Yes but it's not kinky." "I think it is. I'll tell you one thing I'm having fun." That was about when we passed the other set of bathrooms. "What do I have to do to go to the bathroom? Flash my panties again?" "No." "If we go over into the woods I'll flash my breasts." "I still won't let you use that bathroom." "I'll flash everything! I'll take off my panties. I'll bend over a tree trunk. You can go to town! Just please let my go to the bathroom!" She accentuated the end of the sentence by stamping her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. It was a natural motion because her legs had been jumping and dancing around a lot lately. "You'll use the bathroom at home." "That's such a long way to walk!" "We'll take a shortcut." The shortcut took us to a babbling brook. "You jerk! You're doing this on purpose!" "Of course." "Where's the bridge?" "We can step over this creek." "You've gotta be kidding me!" "Just a hop." "I don't think I can do it." Her legs were plastered together and she was rocking from side to side. "Then I know what to do." I put the bags down and walked to her. "What are..." she stopped saying words and let out a shrill squeal instead as I hoisted her up off the ground. "Are you all right?" I asked the woman in my arms. "Yes." "Still dry?" "Yes! Just carry me across the creek already!" I did and then I crossed over again and back for the bags. She had her hands over her ears. "Can't stand the sound of flowing water?" I asked as I took her hands by the wrists. "You're touching me so much today," she said. I was starting to feel like I'd gone too far but then she took my hands and pulled me close to her. "Don't stop." I could feel her squirm uncomfortably as we hugged. "It's not that far to get home," I said. "I'll race you! We'll each take one bag and if you get home before me the rules are all null and void." "If you get home before me?" "Then you'll need permission to enter the house." She didn't stop to think about it. She just ran. I've never seen those legs work so hard. But my legs are longer and stronger. I was waiting on the back porch as she trotted up panting and shaking. "You must be parched. Have some more lemonade." She didn't fight it but she wouldn't put her hands on the bottle. I fed her like a baby as she laid on her side. "That's enough," she said after swallowing about a quart and standing up. "No it's not!" I grabbed her around the waist and made her sit on my lap on the steps. "If I have an accident it's gonna go on you," she pointed out. "That's a risk I'm willing to take," I said as I inserted the neck of the bottle into her mouth. This time she was the one who noticed we were being watched. As I lowered the empty bottle she hollered "We're just being lovey-dovey!" to our neighbors across the street. "Good girl!" "May I use the bathroom in the house?" "Not yet." "How do I earn permission?" "Keep being lovey-dovey." I sat on the porch swing and invited her to take a seat next to me. She sat down and leaned over and practically melted to my body. She kissed me all over my head and neck and ran her arms up and down my body. I've never seen (or felt) her so lively before. Her legs were kicking in the air. "Good girl!" I said when she slowed down and put one hand between her legs. "You have permission to enter the bathroom." She shrieked in delight. "You may use the toilet once you perform one final act." "No! What? Oh whatever let's just go inside." She ran in place as I took out my keys and unlocked the door. She ran to the bathroom and waited inside. She had an urgent look in her eyes as she stared at the toilet without a word. "What do I have to do?" she asked as I came in with some old towels. I covered the floor in case of an accident. "You can use the toilet after I do." "That's all?" "But you have to watch. Get down on your hands and knees. There's a good girl." She was on one side of the toilet staring at the bowl she desperately wished she was on top of. I stood on the other side. I felt a little silly about what I'd planned but I still followed through. I unzipped my fly and opened the seam in my boxers. The look on her face when I pulled out my manhood assuaged my embarrassment. "I've gone too long without seeing that," she said. "The toilet?" I asked with a smile. "I meant your penis but that's true too." She changed her position so she was sitting with her legs crossed and both her hands pressed between her thighs. "I've got a feeling between my legs that's killing me and I don't know how much of that is one thing and how much is the other." "Good girl!" "I'm not just saying that you know." "Get back in your stance. Your legs have to be apart and your hands have to be on the floor." She obeyed. "Good girl," I said again as I began relieving myself. I'd had a long wait too. I didn't mean to make a sound but I exhaled loudly as the pressure in my bladder dropped. I heard other sounds that weren't coming from me. My lover squeaked and then whimpered softly. Those sad longing eyes were focused on the jet of liquid I was emitting with such pleasure. It hissed against the side of the bowl and made deep rumbling liquid noises as it turned the water yellow and foamy. I managed to stop moaning but she started. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she let out this long pained sound. All four of her limbs trembled. My stream kept going strong. She had a while to wait. "You can always say it" I reminded. "I've waited too long to quit," she said in a voice somewhere between a sob and a whimper. "Keep going." I did and boy did it feel good. It was just winding down when she made me jump. "It's coming out!" she screamed. There were a few drops on the towel below. I was so startled I lost control of my direction and made some drops of my own. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. "Good girl! Still in position." My bladder had attained a comfortable feeling of near-emptiness so I cut off my stream. "You're such a good girl you have permission to pee in the toilet!" Before the sentence was over she was sliding her panties down her thighs. There was a dark yellow spot shaped like a figure eight but the rest of the cotton was white and dry. I offered my hand and she took it. I pulled her off the floor as she glued her thighs back together and thrust her other hand in for good measure. A golden drop was hanging off one of her knees at the end of a long liquid trail. More spots had appeared on the towel and new ones were showing up by the second. When she neared a standing position I saw two more drops slide down from behind her hand. The flesh was white she was applying so much pressure but something was still leaking through. Between her efforts and mine we managed to get that pert little bottom of hers onto the toilet seat. I put my penis away and zipped up. She moaned again and the volume and feeling were now multiplied by ten. But even the pleasureful sounds coming out of her lungs couldn't muffle the liquid sounds coming out of her bladder. She went at that toilet bowl like a sandblaster. The hissing was intense. So was the roar of the urine rushing into the toilet water. It was like the rapids of a wild river. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. She had an expression of utter pleasure that I've never seen on her face. Not in such good lighting at least. Once her moaning abated she opened her eyes and noticed the extreme interest I was taking in her body and the liquid flowing from it. She spread her legs wide and scooted back so I could take in the view. I've fired urine off that forcefully a few times in my life but I never thought I'd see that kind of pressure from a woman. It was like a raging golden waterfall. "Oh God! I thought my bladder was going to burst inside me!" she said as her stream slowed. I was staring at our combined output. I've never seen toilet water so yellow. "Thanks for not saying 'burst' before we were done. I'm sorry I made you suffer for my gratification." "Are you kidding? I loved every minute!" "That's impossible!" "I was acting...to some extent. Thanks for the lovely day." "It was a lovely day," I concurred. "It'll be a lovely night too if you're in the mood."
  22. 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?"
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