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Request for @Tionpee Here's Zelda from BotW peeing outside. Sorry it took so long.

Frida has Carlos pull over in the camping ground so she could get out and pee.

So all you girls out there, if you had actually peed outside in the rain, how did it feel for you all?

Because it was too disgusting in the port-a-potty, Gogo decided to pee behind the port-a-potty instead while Honey decides to check up on her.

During her night at the restaurant, Debbie went to go use the restroom. only to find the restroom is out of order. With nowhere else to go and her bladder giving in, Debbie now has to sneak behind the building to pee behind the bush. She is relieved, and no one else can see her peeing back there.

This is what women do when the restroom in the restaurants is closed. Hortence from Dan Vs.

Request finished for @Lake0908. This is Katara peeing behind the bushes because she couldn't hold it, and she's trying to make sure no one sees her behind there.

Here's a Zoophobia fanart. One of the zoophobic young woman Cameron Walden. She fears some animals will catch her peeing behind the bush. She's got a shy bladder.

The girl from the Inner Workings short. Her name is Kate.

This is Dan recording Elise peeing at the side of the house after he locked her out when she had to go real bad. You can tell by looking at her face that she is NOT pleased.

Marsha, one of the hipsters of Grojband episode "Who Are You?"

Isabelle, Eliot Kid's mother, locked outside and had to pee REEEEAAAAALLLLLLY bad!

Chloe from Grojband

Shouldn't had drank too much tea. She doesn't want her kids to find out what she's doing behind the bushes. PS, follow the line that connects to each speech bubble to know the order of the dialogue.

Zer0finix has been exposed as a pedophile. And she's now lost a lot of fans. This is her OC Elina, who is now the most hated character ever because of this. She's been rejected from attending a party by her former friends, who won't even let her use the bathroom. So she is forced to squat and pee behind a small bush in the rain, and she's been peeing for 6 minutes now.

Like any citizen, I like to keep my afternoons for otium. I had no engagements that day, so decided I would entertain myself by reading, and with my slaves. At that time there were three that I preferred to screw, Leena, Hannah and Emily. I had also just bought Martha and although I’d taken her several times on her first day, I had not taken her since. Those were the four who were on shift that afternoon. I made sure of that. I instructed them in the morning that they had to seek my permission before they could relieve themselves. Then I set them to their morning tasks and told them they must attend upon me in the courtyard for lunch and after. I put them out of my mind while I busied myself with paperwork on my property and investments. Shortly before lunch Leena did interrupt me once. Politely she curtseyed and asked me to excuse her. She wriggled appealingly as she bobbed down and it was obvious to me that she was bursting for a pee. I pretended ignorance and asked her for what she wanted to be excused. ‘Master,’ she said, ‘I really do need to use a pot.’ She glanced sideways at the empty chamber pot in the corner of my room. I asked what she needed to use it for. ‘Master, I need relief.’ ‘Have you finished your tasks? And is my lunch ready?’ ‘No, Master. Not yet. But I fear that…’ I didn’t let her finish. I hoped that she feared she might lose control and wet the floor. She looked as if she might. ‘Well then, finish your tasks and prepare my lunch. Once I have eaten I may feel more indulgent to allowing you to indulge your needs.’ She looked confused. I was normally kinder to my slaves and she was not used to an unreasonable refusal from me. I took advantage of the pause to order her away. ‘Go and finish your tasks and do not disturb me again until you call me to lunch. Leena, go!’ She curtseyed again, turned and left. I am sure I saw a slight shudder as she did so. Her need to empty herself was getting desperate. She looked to someone around the corner and out of sight from me and shook her head, then walked away, down the hall. It was Martha who appeared and trotted after her, hand pressed into her crotch. Shortly Emily appeared. ‘Master. Your lunch is ready in the courtyard.’ ‘Thank you. Emily, do you need to wee?’ She blushed charmingly as she replied, dropping eye contact. ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Well, you’ll just have to hold it, and do stop fidgeting. I’ll be there shortly.’ ‘Yes Master.’ I tidied my desk and walked to the courtyard. It formed an enclosed garden in the centre of the house. A cloistered arcade made each of the four sides, with the roof open to the sky and the midday sunshine. Hannah closed the door behind me as I entered the cloister. I would be alone with the four girls for the rest of the day. ‘Hannah.’ ‘Yes Master?’ ‘I think some of the girls may need the toilet. Could you please bring a sand tray for them?’ ‘Yes Master.’ She was not able to stop herself from squeezing herself between her legs as she spoke. She needed a piss too. I sat down at the table in the shade and watched Hannah walk away, admiring how her short tunic displayed her slim legs. She nodded at Emily, who hurried after her. They came back with a large wooden tray and two canvas buckets of sand. Hannah put the tray down where I indicated, close to my seat. She curtseyed when she did so; her hem rose momentarily to the top of her soft thighs and I caught a quick flash of the pink delta of the lips between her legs. The mischievous girl had removed her loincloth and was now naked under her tunic. I was sure that the flash was no accident, her tunic seemed hitched slightly higher under her belt than before. Emily helped her pour sand into the tray and spread it evenly. I’m sure that it was no accident that Hannah bent over in front of me briefly, to flash me again. Both curtseyed when the job was done, and Emily glanced at Leena. She and Martha were standing nearby, both pee-dancing. I guessed that the girls had agreed that Leena would be the first to ask for permission. They thought of her as most likely to persuade me to indulge them. Indeed, she was. ‘Master.’ ‘Yes, Leena?’ ‘Master, may I use the sand, please?’ I said nothing, I just gave her the look that asked, why? ‘Master, if I can’t use the sand I think I’m going to wet myself. I really, really need to pee.’ I nodded and smiled. She visibly relaxed. ‘Thank you Master.’ She lifted the hem of her tunic as she turned and hurried to the tray. By the time she got there she had undone her loincloth and it dropped to the ground. I got a quick glimpse of her peachy, rounded buttocks and then she turned sideways on, naked from the waist down, and squatted over the sand, feet astride the tray. She had been desperate. She was already watering the sand as she lowered her bum towards it. She leaned forward, crouching on her toes, hugging her knees. A glistening line of pee squirted forward, bubbling, pooling and cutting into the sand. She parted her thighs slightly to watch that she was peeing into the tray. Then she sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing now she no longer had to struggle to control her bodily functions. She had been full. She kept pissing and pissing and the puddle below her grew. I could see the other girls now looking at her slightly resentfully. They too needed to tend to their fullness and it was almost paining them to have to wait while they watched and heard Leena relieving herself in front of them. Martha had both hands under her tunic, squeezing herself closed from front and back. She could not stand still, wriggling her hips. Nor could Hannah or Emily. Hannah had both hands pressed to her crotch, and was almost marching on the spot. Emily was holding her arms stiffly by her side but kept crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together, head up and staring at the blue sky. I tried not to be distracted. Leena was still squirting a steady stream. The sight of her femininity; squatting to pee and the vulnerable display of her naked thighs and bum was having an enjoyable effect on my masculinity. She had now turned her head to look at me and saw she had my complete attention. She smiled and kept weeing. She now balanced herself with one hand on the floor and slightly raised her bum as her flow softened. She decided to finish and cut off the stream to a few drips. Emily handed her a cloth which she dropped on the sand once she had wiped herself dry. I wondered which girl would ask me for permission next. They all had the good sense not to interrupt me while I’d been enjoying Leena’s performance. The silence was broken by the sound of a sudden loud splattering. Martha’s hands flew up to cover her face and everyone looked at her. The poor girl had been unable to hold on. She had lost control and had started to piss into her loincloth where she stood. A clear stream splashed into a small puddle on the mosaic floor between her sandaled feet. Shocked by the sudden flood she simply stood still, feet apart, and pissed through her underwear. She had no chance of halting the flow of pee. She actually found her muscles were forcing the piss out just as if she were perched on her chamber pot. The back of her thighs tickled with warm, wet dribbles trickling down them. Without thinking about it, she parted her thighs slightly and bent her knees to let the pee run more easily through her loincloth. She was horrified and embarrassed by this dramatic loss of control and feared my anger. Softly, I said, ‘That’s fine Martha, you have my permission to pee. Keep going as long as you need to. There’s no harm done.’ I glanced quickly at each of the other two. They understood that they still needed my permission. Emily groaned. Martha was standing in the middle of a large, still growing puddle. A strong stream of pee was still falling from her, the source hidden in her tunic. Splashes darkened the floor in every direction, except where her feet and legs were blocking the flying droplets. She moved her hands down slightly to uncover her eyes. She looked at me. I smiled and nodded. She visibly relaxed and looked down. Hesitantly, she lifted her hem to look at her wet loincloth, showing me she was still urinating through it. Shortly, she regained control and was able to stop herself peeing. The stream quickly faded, became a tapping of drips and then stopped. Still holding her tunic above her hips she looked at me, wondering what would happen now. I asked, ‘Martha, can you still pee? Have you got more to come?’ She said nothing, but nodded. ‘Go on then. Pee.’ I intended her to undress and finish in the sand tray, but she misunderstood. Deliberately, she wet herself again. As she stood motionless her pale underwear glistened again with wetness and another sparking stream poured forth. She pissed in front of me for a short while and then stopped. ‘Go on!’ I encouraged. And she repeated the entertainment for me. She managed three more quick wettings like that before she was too empty for any more. Then she released her sodden garment and dropped it into the puddle, briefly revealing a small, dark, neatly trimmed bush above her pretty vulva. Yes, I thought, I will see much more of that. Leena was there with a cloth for her to dry herself, and the two of them then got on with drying the puddle on the floor. That left the other two, Emily and Hannah, to use the tray. Who first, I wondered? ‘Emily. Please lift your skirt.’ She looked surprised, but thought about it only momentarily, and did as she was told. She was clothed under her tunic but I still enjoyed the sight of her hips and long legs. ‘Hannah, do you wish to use the sand tray now?’ ‘Yes please, Master.’ This was her reward for titillating me earlier with the glimpses of her vagina and bum, naked under her clothes. ‘Go on then Hannah. Don’t make Emily wait too much longer. And Emily, if you really can’t wait, you don’t have my permission to undress. You’ll just have to wet yourself if you’re too desperate.’ Biting her lip, Emily just nodded. Hannah seemed to be in a flirtatious mood. I wondered what she might do to amuse me. She turned away from me, then pushed her tunic off her left shoulder, then the right. It made hardly a sound as it dropped to the floor. Now she was naked, her long hair falling down her back towards her exposed buttocks. Like a statue of Aphrodite, she raised her arms high above her head, hand on wrist, and moved her weight from one leg to another. Her hips curved and swayed below her slender waist. I was entranced. She was naked, but I could not see her breasts or her yoni. She was teasing me, and I was enjoying it. Slowly and precisely, Hannah stepped towards the tray. She turned each foot carefully in front of the other, to sway her hips as she went. She stopped at the side of the tray, facing away from it (and at an angle to me, so I still could not see her tits or her slit). She crouched down on her toes, then balanced herself with her fingertips. Leaning forward she then kneeled on all fours. She moved slightly backwards so her knees were either side of the tray and her crotch was just over the edge of it. Now her legs were parted, I was looking down on her bum and her yoni. A quick, sharp stream shot out of her slit and splashed into the damp sand at the far end of the tray. She turned her head to look behind and make sure she was on target with her peeing, then looked at me, brushing the hair from her face, and smiled. Her piss was arcing through the air to splatter loudly into the tray, splashing sandy drips across the floor behind. Emily stepped back a couple of paces. I had a lovely view of Hannah’s naked body, bum, legs, back and her left breast hanging down and swaying gently. It took all my self-control to remain seated. I wanted to stroke her thighs and feel the soft flesh between her legs. Seeing her peeing in front of me like that made me want to take her immediately. I barely noticed what the other girls were doing while I watched. I was vaguely aware that Emily was wriggling and fidgeting as if she were about to burst. But I kept my eyes on Hannah while she sprayed her pee behind her and into the sand. Hannah kept watching me the whole time she was peeing. After a while, the pressure dropped and the arcing stream started to drop and land closer to her. Shortly it had died to a trickle just dribbling from her and dropping into the edge of the tray below her. When she finished, she wiped herself with a cloth, rose and walked away, still not showing her naked front to me before she vanished into the arcade. I realised that Emily was desperate, both to pee, and to get my attention to ask permission to do so. I nodded to her and glanced at the sand tray. She gave a relieved expression and dashed over to it. She stood astride it, sideways on to my view and lifted her skirts to her waist. As she did that she bent over, sticking her bum out behind her and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She was already wetting herself, pissing through her loincloth into the wet sand. From the side I had an excellent view of the fierce stream dropping into the sand behind her. She was peeing into her underwear with full force. She looked at me. ‘Master?’ ‘Yes, Emily?’ ‘You did not give me permission to undress. But I don’t think I had time anyway.’ ‘Were you that desperate?’ ‘Yes. I had wet myself a little while waiting for Emily to finish. Then it all started to rush out even before I got to the sand. It was already running down my legs and I just couldn’t stop it.’ ‘You can undress now. Or when you have finished, if you prefer.’ She was weeing the whole time we had that conversation. Still weeing, she tried, one-handed (the other was holding her tunic above her waist) to loosen her loincloth to release it. It took a bit of fumbling, but then it fell away and she was naked below the waist. Now her pee-stream spiralled and flickered, squirting down into the sand with no material to obstruct it. She had nearly finished and it did not take her very much longer to make herself comfortable and shut off the flow. I enjoyed seeing her dry herself down. The afternoon had started well, but I realised I had not even started my lunch. As always, there was too much for me, so I invited the girls to share it with me. There was enough bread, cheese, fruit, beer and wine to sustain us all for the rest of the day. Myself, and four obedient girls, none of whom was wearing any undergarments. Shut in the courtyard together, we would not be disturbed and I intended to enjoy myself.

If you are coming to this without having read the earlier parts, here are links to: The introduction (which sets the scene) - part 1 Part 2 (which describes the events at the viewing day before the auction) Links from them will take you back to here. [Luke and I walked home together, weary, and reminiscing about the sights from that day. We hoped tomorrow would not be a disappointment; we were sure it would not. I was looking forward to a long soak in a warm bath. With a couple of my most attentive maiden slaves. Red-headed Leena, and raven-haired Fran would be perfect. I would be disappointed if they had not been drinking plenty of water all day. I would keep them desperate in the bathroom until they could wait no longer and had to pee on the tiles.] Day 2 - auction day I woke up just before sunrise, with Leena, warm and soft, sleeping snuggled against my chest. I stroked the curve of her back, and, drowsily, her hand started to explore my body. For the first time, I found myself wondering about her experiences before she joined our household. ‘Leena.’ ‘mmmmm?’ ‘That’s good. But if you keep on with that, I’m going to have to fuck you again.’ ‘Good. I want you to fuck me.’ ‘Leena.’ ‘I went to the slave market yesterday. Have you ever been there?’ ‘Of course. Where do you think your dad bought me? Did nobody want to buy you?’ ‘Cheeky! I was looking.’ ‘I bet they were selling the girls. That’s why you are so hard now! Did you watch the girls pissing?’ ‘I saw lots. They weren’t allowed out of the cages. They had to pee on the floor when they needed to go. Did they put you in a cage?’ ‘Of course. I’m a slave.’ ‘Did you pee in the cage?’ ‘Of course. I was there all day. There was nowhere else to piss. We all pissed on the floor.’ ‘What was that like?’ ‘Horrible. I was really scared because nobody told me anything. I had been brought up as a slave in a big house, a bit like this. One day I was just told to get in a wagon outside my house. There were other girls my age inside already, but we didn’t know where we were going. We were taken to a sort of prison for a few days, then to another prison in the big tent. On the second day there, we were all woken up early, given breakfast, ordered to have a pooh, and then we had to undress. The hairdressers and manicurists did our hair and got us ready. That was nice. It was the first time since I left home that anyone had been kind and helped me look good. I still didn’t know what was happening, and nobody would tell me. ‘Then, when I was ready, with about six other girls, we were pushed into the big hall. That’s what you saw yesterday?’ ‘Yes’, I replied. ‘Go on.’ ‘They took us across the hall to a big cage. Other girls were in other cages already. They told us not to call out to them or we’d be punished. They brought lots of cold, sweet coffee to us. That was a real treat. Slaves don’t often get coffee. We were in the empty room for a long time, while the other girls were being prepared. We didn’t know why we were locked in the cage or how long we were going to be there. We were just told we wouldn’t be hurt if we did as we were told.’ ‘But you knew you were at the market?’ I asked. ‘No. We didn’t know where we were, or why. One of the other girls asked when she could get out to go to the toilet. They told her to just wait. She was really desperate by the time people started to come in to look at us. She was holding herself and pee-dancing. ‘Mmmmm,’ she continued. (She was running her fingers up and down my twitching cock.) ‘She was completely naked. You could see everything. Bum, tits, cunt. You like hearing about this, don’t you?’ ‘Yes.’ I said. ‘Just like I enjoyed watching you wet your pants last night. Tell me more. What happened to her?’ ‘She asked again if she could get out for a pee and they said we had to stay in the cage all day. They told her to pee in the cage if she couldn’t hold it. ‘So did she hold it?’ ‘Of course not. She couldn’t. None of us could. Not when we were there all day. We all pissed when we had to, with men watching us like we were animals in a zoo.’ ‘Was she the first to piss?’ ‘In our cage, yes, I think so. She just suddenly sat on the floor and made a big puddle where she was sitting. She cried. I couldn’t hold it then either and I began to wet myself. I couldn’t stop and so I just went down and pissed on the floor.’ ‘Did you cry?’ I asked. ‘A little bit. None of us liked being undressed. We were all trying to cover ourselves up with our hands. We asked for something to wear and they told us we were on display. So we were already feeling like we were really wrong, being naked. And then we couldn’t go anywhere to piss and had to just let go and do it while everybody was looking.’ ‘Did you have to pee again?’ ‘Yes, four times I think. There were so many people watching and looking all the time. I just held on and held on. Each time it got to the point where I was almost bursting and I realised I just had to do it. So I would just crouch down and let it flow.’ ‘And people were watching you all the time?’ ‘Yes. And getting off on it. One lad – he must have been about your age – was playing with himself in his toga when I started peeing. He was staring, trying to look up my legs as I was going. I thought, well fuck you, and parted my legs for a moment so he could get a good view. That was enough to make him cum. Actually I quite liked that. He made such a mess in his toga. He went bright red. Anyway, it’s your turn. I’m going to make you cum again right now.’ ‘And how are you going to do that?’ I was remembering her from last night, her loose clothes so sheer and flimsy that I could see her body almost as clearly as if she had been naked. She had stood in front of me, legs slightly parted and pissed into her baggy harem pants. Through the material I could see the sparkling stream cascading to wet her pants which then clung to her legs. ‘I’m going to fuck you’ she replied. And with that she rolled me on my back and in the same movement straddled me, grabbed me and guided my cock to slide into her cunt as she lowered herself to take me inside her. She was right. She did make me cum again and it didn’t take long.

In the seventies and eighties there was a satiric magazine in Argentina called "Humo®" (like that, with the Spanish trademark simbol replacing the "R"). Looking for if online I found this false advertising published in the number 82, about a urination device for women called "Pisnú" (being "pis" the spanish for "pee"): https://issuu.com/revistahumor/docs/pisn__._revista_humor_n___82 For those who don't speak Spanish, here's the translation of the text. - First page: Don't wait sitted FOR EMERGENCY CASES, HERE'S "PISNU" The practical and higienc paper cone to "pee" standing. PISNÚ It's a product of ORINOCO ARGENTINA S.A. (1) Chorroarín 3741 (2). Buenos Aires. - Second/Third pages: (header) PISNÚ is disposable. But before or after, you can take advantage of it's multiple uses. (pictures) To change the water of the olives To cheer parties To hold homemade ice creams As an original and decorative flower vase To decorate cakes (the last one it's unreadable, finishes with "shot with PISNU!") (bottom) "Shhhhh... shhh..." (It's a secret) It has arrived... PISNU - Third Page: A Revolution in the Women's Toilet The female readers of this well-known and sparkling humorous magazine could have read, in its 76th edition 7th page, about the existence of a very successful device in Brazil: "a disposable urine conductor" suitable for women who find themselves in the need to use the filthy public toilets. A real dilemma for a woman who takes care of her hygiene. Now, the revolutionary cone has arrived to Argentina. If you are a modern and informed woman, you may have being already tempted for this novelty and may known a brand of cones who is attempting to dominate the market. But think about it. "Pisnú", a leading brand in drain systems, offers you the best quality, the better design and the maximum discretion. Don't forget it: it doesn't belong to the gentleman's pocket, but it's much needed in the lady's purse. "Chascomús (3), we'll stop for ten minutes...!" You may have heard it, sometimes meaning a relief but also a big worry. I want to get there, in this gray afternoon! But, how to sit in that toilet? How to stand up, if the filth may let you stuck to the seat? That's why, to avoid needing to cover all with newspapers -so anti aesthetic and that takes so mucho space in your purse- arrived PISNU Being standing is easier. And cleaner. Unpack it and live! If you feel the need... get a PISNU. The femenine liberation has neither limits nor schedule. With the cone in your purse, there is no train, store, club, strange house or gatekeeper cabin's bathroom that can resist you. There are only two options for today's woman: join PISNU... or hold it. (cartoon) A new feminine conquer! The cone law! (4) Notes: (1) ORINO it's "I urine" (2) Chorroarín is a real street but "chorro" is also "stream" (3) Chascomús, a city between Buenos Aires and the beaches of Mar del Plata, with slowest cars used to be a common place to stop for a brake (4) "la ley del embudo" is an expression in Spanish