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  1. With the turn of the new year I figured it was time to start working on writing again. I haven't actually finished a single piece of work in quite a while (over a year) and now that interactive stories are taking off I wanted to try my own hand at one. This story takes place in my own universe, a land where magic is rare and dark forces stalk the world. Players will be taking control of Franziska Audenveil, an adventurer who has traveled to the eastern country of Serkaine hoping to free the island of Oldengrad from a mysterious and deadly curse. To get us started, there are three backgrounds available for Franziska that will help shape her history and abilities, as well as how she is perceived in the world. So let's begin! And I apologize in advance if my writing seems a bit underwhelming...like I said: it's been a long while since I did this. I would also like to thank a few people from this site who have encouraged me to take the plunge and try putting my writings and world back out there. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Backgrounds Select a background for Franziska. Her chosen background will shape her history and abilities in combat. Travelling Healer You were in Orientia during the great plague. You stood at the grand hospital of Vetalli as sickness ran rampant through the city, all the while risking your own life to ensure the lives of others. You are no stranger to disease or disaster. Your knowledge of healing magic and alchemy were not learned in the confines of a fancy academy. They were learned first-hand through methods that make even the toughest men shudder. Now, you wander the free lands, putting your years of medical knowledge to good use, aiding the sick and the poor. Abilities Healing Surge: You call upon the divine of Mercy to cure an ally of injuries, ailments, or stress. Inflict Illness: You manipulate your own magic, inflicting the symptoms of a deadly disease upon an enemy. Medicine Kit: Using a combination of ingredients and magical energy, you can create healing potions, salves, or tonics. Experienced Healer: Your years of training in medicine and psychology allow you to diagnose illnesses or mental issues and cure minor injuries such as a cut or scrape without proper supplies. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Monster Hunter You have hunted the undead, rogue spirits and even demons. You are a force to be reckoned with, combining a deadly duo of melee and magic. Your childhood was spent under the banner of the Selkava, the monster hunters of the east. Countless hours spent out in the freezing cold as you hoped to hone your swordsmanship, as well as mastering powerful blood magic. You departed the Selkava on the eve of your twelfth year of birth, heading out into the unknown lands, seeking out new evils and challenges. Abilities Blood barrier: You call upon your blood magic, sacrificing your own life force to create a magical barrier to protect yourself and your allies. Blood chain: You call upon your blood magic, using your own blood and magic to form a magical chain that pulls in enemies. Demon Gaze: You call upon your blood magic, seeking out the presence of any being that possesses blood magic. Monster Specialist: You can identify most types of demons, aberrations or horrors and the means to deal with them. You can also craft special bombs and potions to aid in combat. In addition your experience with dark forces makes you more resistant to stress or mental breakdowns. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Uncharted Witch You have studied the outer realms, learning their powers and secrets for your own gain. You spent your early years on the run, a rogue mage hunted relentlessly by the Magic Arcanum. Your family refused to be bound to their rules, taking refuge with a group of mages known as the uncharted. It was with these mages that you studied the outer realms and trained yourself in forbidden magic, learning to manipulate the elements, the minds of your foes, and even the world around you. Now you wander the world as a drifter, seeking out more forbidden magic. Abilities Ethereal Walk: You warp the world around you, allowing you or an ally to walk outside of your plane and become invincible for a short time. Elemental Rune: You call upon the elements, summoning a fire/water/wind/earth rune near you. The rune will explode when something steps over it or can be detonated by it’s caster. Control Creature: You summon your spirit into a nearby creature, dominating it’s mind and taking control of it. This ability will not work on strong creatures and exposure to dark magic or corruption puts you at risk of mental issues. Magical Font: Your knowledge and connection to the arcane realms allows you to cast an additional ability once. You are also capable of wielding a fireball/ice blast/wind strike/earth smash in your off-hand
  2. MrWet89

    female New to me

    Just found this searching around, hope it's not a repost. Enjoy ac9eb1af87a7.360.mp4
  3. What is your favourite video you masturbate to when watching it. This is mine. https://www.omorashi.org/files/file/1135-awesome-russian-drinking-and-holding/?tab=comments#comment-3647
  4. i like wet bikinis

    The slave market – part 2

    [Part 1 – the introduction – is here: [link] or, if you prefer, there is a much shorter summary here: [link]]. We strolled to the first cage. The six girls in it watched us warily, also watching their guards. No doubt they had been instructed how to behave, and the consequences for them of disobedience. This was the prime slave market in the civilised world. No merchant would put a slave into this auction unless she was obedient. There was a simple wooden bench at the back, but all were standing. Each was naked. Some accepted that, and stood proud and confident, but many found it shameful to be nude in public. Some tried to cover their privates or breasts with their hands. A slave’s brand on her wrist identified each woman to a board with the same mark against her name and a few words that described her. They were in fine condition, fit and healthy, with oiled skin and cut and combed hair. Even their pubic hair was shaved neatly. They were all slim, fit, healthy, pretty girls. This was the prime market for slaves in all the civilised world. Slave traders reserved their best stock for this exhibition. These beauties would be bought by rich patrons, to work in their households. Some would go into the patrons’ harems. Simon’s pride in his merchandise was justified. All the girls on display were beautiful. A eunuch ordered them to face the front as we strolled around the cage to inspect their rears. Luke nudged me and pointed to a large damp patch on the floorboards in the cage. We both knew what it meant. One of the girls had pissed on the floor. There were splash marks which showed where her feet had been. We guessed it was the petite brunette named Zena. She was covering her face with her hands and was the only one not fidgeting. And, yes, there were drops of pee sprinkled on the inside of her ankles still. The cages were purely for displaying the nubiles. They would have to spend the whole day in there, on display. Merchants’ slaves – older women – would keep an eye on them, and keep them fed and well-watered. But there were no facilities in there. When they had to go, each of the girls would have to pee on the floor, in public, throughout the day. Some might shit on the floor too, if they had to, but they knew they would be punished for that. It would be seen as a sign of weakness. For Luke and I, it was all part of the fun, spotting the desperate ones and then watching them relieve themselves in front of us. We knew that their owners would make sure they had plenty to drink before they were put on display and most of the girls would pee in their cages in the next couple of hours. Potential buyers expected the girls to piss publicly while they were on display. Slaves had no right to expect privacy. Sure enough, we soon heard the unmistakeable sound, from across the hall, of liquid squirting on a hard surface. We turned to look. Two cages away, sideways on to us, a slim, tanned, dark-haired woman in her late teens was pissing on the wooden floor, squatting, feet apart but thighs together, leaning forward with her arms resting on her knees.. She was squirting a vigorous stream forward into her own puddle. We walked over and watched her finish and stand up. Her face blushed red with embarrassment. She could not make eye contact with us, or anyone else. On top of all the previous humiliations of slavery, she had now urinated in public, naked and watched by strangers. My hot cock was throbbing, and it took all my self-control to keep my hands away from it. We looked over the other five in that cage. Often the sight and sound of a caged slave-girl peeing will push another over the edge. It was possible that one of the others might also have to piss. But it was not to be. The others glared at us as if to insist that their will power was stronger. Rosie – the name given to the girl who had pissed while we watched – stood with head bowed. Luke commented that we would probably see her make a second puddle that morning. That often happened with the early pissers. Once they had broken the seal, they would soon need to go again. The slavers would make sure they kept drinking plenty throughout the day. We agreed to split up and stroll around on our own. It was going to take us a little time to appraise 72 girls and we hoped to see most of them wetting the floor. To be continued?
  5. I recently met a wonderful girl online who shares many of the same interests as this forum, so I asked and received her permission to share a custom she made for me on here. I'm giving her the link to this thread since she's curious what people will think. Why not tell her yourself? The video contains nudity and elements of DDLG, so if that's not your thing, you'll probably want to avoid it. SchoolgirlWetting.mp4
  6. http://www.voyeurstyle.com/watch/1845/short-skirt-girl-dances-and-shows-wet-pussy/ Can someone please grab. OMG. So sexy!!!
  7. Alex Oxford

    female The FaceTime

    So, as I’m sure many of you here can relate, I’m a big fan of the pee dance. Like, a big fan. For me, it’s not desperation unless there’s a little bit of restlessness; and when a pretty girls bladder is full to the point she’s physically dancing around to keep from peeing herself..... ugh, it’s awesome. With that said, I was very fortunate to have a girlfriend awhile back who, not only was accepting of my fetish, but also indulged me on a regular basis. We’ll call her Abby. She was a curvy latin girl, with curves in the right places. Most of my favorite experiences are with her, and she did some crazy stuff for me that I kno you will all appreciate hearing about. As she found out the specifics of what made me tick, Abby began to actually target my fetish to arouse me. She’s get in the car after work, and tell me how bad she had to pee during the day. She farted of casually, occasionally throwing out an account of desperation here and there that I could save for later. But one day, things escalated. I was messaging her on Snapchat, asking what she was doing. The coversating went something like this- Abby: Just hanging out at home. Just got back from work, kinda have to pee. Me: 😏 Abby: Is there something you’re trying to say? 😏 Me: How desperate are you, on a scale of 1- 10? Abby: Ehhh, like a 5 or 6. I could probably hold it a little longer. Me: Well maybe you should 😉 Abby: You really want me to? Me: Duh 😉 Abby: You’re lucky I like you 😉 Me: Lol wait I was just kidding 😂 Abby: Nah, I’m gonna hold it, maybe i’ll See what all the hype is about 😂 So she did. We chatted on and off throughout the evening, and she apparently continued to hold. After awhile, I had to ask, because it was killing me inside.... Me: So how you holding up? Abby: Well I’m almost done cleaning my room. Me: No not that, the pee thing. Abby: Oh, silly. I’m pretty uncomfortable actually, I have to pee pretty bad. Me: How bad? Abby: Like an 8 or 9, I’m probably going to go pee soon. Me: You could hold it a little longer 😉 Abby: Yeah but not by much.... I was drooling at this point. Unfortunately I wasn’t there to see it, but I needed details. So I got bolder. Me: Are you dancing around? Abby: Dancing? Me: Yeah, you know, the dance you do when you really have to pee? 😉 Abby: I guess you could say that 😉 Me: What are you wearing? Abby: Well, I’m actually wearing this cute dress. It’s really frilly. Me: So, what does your dance look like?..... Abby: You want me to describe it for you? Me: It would actually be awesome if you did that ❤️ Abby: Well, I’m cleaning my room trying to keep busy, but it’s not doing much to distract me at this point. I’m crossing my legs when I’m standing still, and I kind of twirl my hips back and forth so my dress flies around a little bit. Me: Are you stepping from foot to foot? 😉 Abby: A little bit, it helps actually. Me: You should show me, through Snapchat 😜 Abby: You really want me to? 😂 I look like a doofus. Me: Well I think you look hot as hell. She was silent for a moment. About 10 minutes actually. I was aroused as all hell, and I wanted to see something I’d never seen in person. Abby: You’re lucky I like you, and I will do his for you. But just know, this is one of the weirdest things you’ve ever asked me to do. Me: You don’t have to if you dont want to, I don’t want to pressure you.... Abby: No no, it’s just, it’s not something I’ve been comfortable sharing before. I usually go pee by now. Me: Well if it’s any consolation to you, I don’t think you’re weird for pee dancing. Abby: Geeeee thanks 😂 She sent me a series of pictures of her crossing her legs, bent over, biting er lip, with a hand in the crotch of er dress. It seemed like she was warming up to it, but it wasn’t until she sent me a short 10 second video that I knew she was really feeling it. The video was of her, dancing in place, with a hand gripping her dress, as she smiled and giggled on camera, while simultaneously trying not to pee herself. At the end of the video, she whispered, “is this what you wanted?” I was ecstatic. She was getting into it, despite being uncomfortable. She was teasing me, and keeping herself from peeing because I asked her. Damn, I was in heaven. Me: That was incredible. Abby: Did you like my high knees? 😉 I really have to pee, it helps me keep it in. Me: Maybe I could help you keep it in? Abby: How would you do that? 😉 Well, it was worth a shot. Why the hell not. Me: How about FaceTime? Abby: Ummmmmm.... Me: Only if you’re comfortable..... Abby: It’s not that. It’s just, I won’t e able to keep my phone steady. I’m dancing in front of my bathroom rn, I have to pee sooooo bad. Me: All the more reason you need my help huh? 😉 Abby: Lol 😂 okay, only if you promise to help 💀 Me: YEAH SURE I’M THE GUY. Silence. For maybe 10 more minutes. Another 5 minutes. Another 5. I was a little disappointed, as I thought she had peed. But all of a sudden.... ”Abby would like to FaceTime” *DING* There she was, standing in front of her full body mirror, dancing in front of her mirror while filming herself. ”I’m so sorry!!!” She apologized, “As I was coming back up the stairs, my mom stopped me and asked me to do the dishes....” ”Oh god, that must’ve been torture!” ”Oh it was,” she said in a sultry voice, crossing her legs and bobbing in place, “I started leaking a little bit. I was dancing and prancing and crossing my legs. Ugh, I almost wet myself.” She sneered as she coaxed me into irresistible arousal. “Are you still wet?” I asked, entranced. ”Oh definitely, most of my pee is sill in my bladder, slosssshing around....” she giggled, going into a curtsy as she hit her lip. I was speechless. I’d never seen anything like this before, an I felt like a king. She noticed the look of satisfaction on my face, and couldn’t help but capitalize on this moment to patronize me a little. ”You know, if you want, you can.... get off to me while I’m desperate.” She suggested. ”How about.... you don't get to pee till I finish?” I said mischievously. ”YOURE A BASTARD!” She cried I’ve the phone, dancing still, “But okay. Make it fast though, I don’t want to pee myself!” As you can imagine, I took my sweet ass time. She continued dancing and swaying and squirming on live feed, and I continued to pretend like I was going to get off in the next minute. She was swaying her ass back and forth, bobbing up and down, and stepping from foot to foot. My intention was, being the little shit that I am, to push her to the point she would be wetting herself. But she was doing too good a job of coaxing me.... ”Babe, I’m leaking, it’s coming down my legs. Are you almost done? I can’t stand still, my bladder is sooooo full....,” and then she crossed her legs, bit her lip, and whispered, “I’m going to have an accident.....” Needless to say, it was over pretty soon after that, and she couldn’t help but notice. ”There, I win. Time to peeeee!” ”Nononono wait wait-“ *CLICK* I laid on my bed, utterly dumbfounded, and quietly satisfied. My phone vibrated- Abby: I needed that 😉 Me: Me too 😉 Abby: You have no freaking idea how lucky you are. No actually, I did. I was hella lucky, a lot luckier than I’d been in awhile. For the duration of my relationship with her, I remained this lucky. She held for me in public on a number of occasions and would frequently share her desperation stories with me. Being lactose intolerant, there were a number of occasions where she indulged me in a “different” kind of account, very vividly. More than one pair of shorts came very close to being utterly and irreplaceabley desecrated on a number of occasions, either accidentally, or intentionally. I’ll definitely have to tell you about that sometime.
  8. Hello. Yesterday I tried to upload some Dani Picas videos. Two appeared to make it onto the system. Further attempts to upload were unsuccesful. I need some help. Do I need to ask for permission before posting? Do posted videos have to be approved? Is there a quick guide on how to upload videos? Any help appreciated. Also, I'd like to delete the post I made but can't see how to do that. Thanks.
  9. https://thisvid.com/members/28892/public_videos/ I feel as if some of this user's content maaaaaay have been posted here? but figured i'd share the source 🙂
  10. LilMissMandi

    female Todays accidental wetting!

    So today i was home alone playing around i peed and took a shower around 1. Then i drank 2 16 oz water bottle on my own and a coke. So i already had to pee a little bit prolly about a 4-5. Then i started talking to someone i gave control of my bladder to. Right away he had me drink a bottle of water i chugged it down.we exchanged some pics of what panties i was wearing he asked me what level i was at now 6-7. He had me drink another water. Then he made me do 25 jumping jacks. I made i thru ok. Then he made me press 2 times on my bladder the agony. Then another water. Was then instructed to do 15 squats. I made it thru. Now at 8-9. Really had to pee. Another water and 20 squats still dry but dancing. A press on my bladder still ok. 20 jumping jacks and oh no! I leaked! Had to drink half a water as punishment. And not 30 minutes later squirming in my room i wet myself completly.
  11. Blackheart

    Hedge Magic

    Hey there folks. Thought I might try something a little new. Let me know what you think, I'll try to make this an ongoing story. Hedge magic. Witchcraft. Words that conjure gnarled hags picking through viscera for bloody portents, or souring milk, or stealing children. In some parts of the world, Kindra supposed, they could’ve been true. But here, in Brightbow, they were far more mundane. Her elegant, slight hand swirled a liquid in a round glass with steady precision, one hand on a mixing rod, the other’s fingers twirling in tandem near the candleflame below it. If you didn’t know better, you might dismiss it as idle gesticulation. But Kindra was a witch. And the magic she wove through her fingers danced with the fire, cajoled it. Coerced it. Contained it. Caroused with it. You see, magic doesn’t make things out of thin air – or, at least, if it did, it was for war wizards and archmages and other fantastical nonsense dreamed up by nobles in castles far away. “Magic works with the natural world,” she intoned, her voice focused but inviting. Teaching is an invitation, after all. “You can’t make it do things that natural world doesn’t want to. But if you ask nicely,” she said, turning her hand as if asking the flame to dance, “Maybe take the world for a turn and a tussle, put a little of yourself into the world for it, and it’ll step right alongside you in its own way. A little like a boy one fancies.” Her sharp, green eyes slid sideways, and her tanned, angular face held the hint of a smile. “Or girl, as fancy may go.” Her audience, a curved and enregetic woman just coming into the word, blinked, then blushed and looked down slightly. Curly hair that played with gravity and the wind fell across her face and she brushed it away. She seemed nervous and fidgety, Kindra realized. She might have been, though that wasn’t all of it, she was sure. Wren had been her apprentice for all of three days so far, given over to the village’s witch when it was discovered she had the spark after waking up from sleep with the floorboards of her family’s house suddenly springing new growth. Kindra had been trying to get the youth out of her shell for all that time, with…disappointing amounts of success. In all fairness, however, being disowned by your family and left with the town’s dirty secret wouldn’t be easy for anyone. People might live next door to magickers here. They might even respect them. They certainly sought her help. But Kindra almost never received an invitation to dinner. “But what…About what happened at my h…My family’s house?” Wren’s voice was melodic, resonant in its low timbre and tinkling at higher pitch. Entrancing, the way wind chimes called. Kindra knew that would be a prime manifestation of the girl’s powers, at some point. Could feel the way she demanded attention, without ever knowing it. The witch nodded slowly, giving some thought about how to respond as the liquid in the bowl finished its transition to a rich indigo. She put the mixing rod down, and slowly, moving in such a way as to let her apprentice see everything she did, closer her hand over the fire. Wren gasped quietly, expecting Kindra to cry out in pain, but when she opened her hand in front of the younger woman, there danced the flame, contained just above the witch’s hand. “There are many magics, Wren. Many ideas in how they work, many thoughts in how they should work,” she murmured, focused in concentration and fascination as she made the little candlelight dance. “What I will teach you, and what I hope you learn, is that magic that springs from life. We look at forests, and see trees. But what you don’t see is that the trees live together, work together. Mushrooms talk through the soil, and the trees listen. And the animals call their own councils.” Kindra snuffed the flame, and adjusted her shawl to cover her more, the sudden chill from sustaining the fire making her shiver. Wren was quick – had watched her teacher in each move with intense dark eyes that drank her up. “Rocks and sand cleanse the river, and the river cuts channels for life to grow anew. It is called symbiosis. And this magic is good, because it works to better each of us. Even when you don’t necessarily know the answer to a problem, knowing the laws and lore that guide you will help you create something good in the world.” Wren sat, rapt, if still fidgeting. The girl obviously had to release her water, and badly, though she was enthralled by Kindra’s words, her teaching. A girl in a town like this rarely gets an education, and a mind like hers ate it up. The witch was looking forward to what came next, but she needed Wren to understand this. “When we don’t think about our magic, or the consequences of our actions, we may not foresee its costs. Magic cannot create something from nothing, and your expression of it had its own costs. Your floorboards sprang to life, and the tree outside your family’s home dropped dead the next day. The energy of life or other sources,” she said, returning the fire to the oil lamp she had stolen it from, “fuels these interactions.” Wren nodded sagely, though Kindra was sure she didn’t fully appreciate the meaning of the message. Without living some life, one couldn’t. Of course, the preparations involved in today’s ritual probably didn’t help. Wren shifted from foot to foot, obviously distracted. Bless her though, she certainly was trying. The witch smiled. “We’ll talk more of this again, for it is the most importance lesson you must, yet will never truly, learn. Today, we’ll be learning more of the magic that is profession. You’ve been very patient, especially given the circumstances. I assume you need to…?” She let the question trail off, drinking deeply of the situation. “Yes, mistress. I really, really need to go,” Wren said with a tremble in her voice, a catch in her breath. She briefly held her hand to her forbidden place, the creases and crinkles of the younger woman’s dress outlining her hips. Kindra could feel a heat rising in her body. The apprentice continued: “What are we doing, exactly?” “Just call me Kindra, dear one. You learn from me, and we learn together. I teach you not for my gain, but for ours.” Kindra turned, stepping toward the apprentice. “Unlike the more cosmopolitan centers of the kingdom, access to medicines, comforts, and even friendship and companionship are more difficult to come by out in the provinces. As a witch, you represent each of us who engage in magic. You are the guardian of the arcane energies here, and of the people too. We provide herbs and care for those who need it. For example, I provide the poultices and tinctures to the midwives that help women in labor. The medicinals that keep infants and children alive. Which is where this draught comes in.” “But I’m not pregnant, Kindra,” said Wren in confusion, “Well, maybe with water.” She giggled, then groaned, slipping a hand between her legs. Wren was so focused on not peeing that she didn’t notice Kindra’s eyes watching in hunger. “True. But there is a side effect to preserving life. It means that families need fewer children, for fewer will be lost to violence, disease, or famine. And so I aid there as well. This is called nightharbor, Wren. It causes the hormonal cycle – what this village calls a woman’s ‘red days’ – to falter and reset, to make her barren for a season. It causes no harm when taken in your state, for you have the fluid to quickly wash it from your body.” Kindra gazed on Wren’s curved body, fidgeting below her dress, the girl’s legs flexing in response to her need. She felt her heartbeat, subtly timed with intensity, felt her vulva become wet. “As you learn, you will experience each of what I have to teach you, so that you can understand how it affects others. You must know the experience, to be able to provide it.” She held the small bowl out to Wren, who took it with trepidation. “Will it…I don’t know…Will it hurt?” Wren took the bowl and looked at it nervously. She wasn’t at an age that often sought out the services of one such as Kindra. Usually it was mothers already having passed the gauntlet; those with some experience who knew what they wanted. “No, no,” Kindra laughed in a short, kindly way. Chimes against the wind. “The draught infuses your system, takes the part of us that builds toward a Quickening, and causes us to cease it. We pass this part through our water, none the worse for wear. Though it may make the process of watering a little faster,” she smiled, mischief dancing in her eyes. Wren nodded. “Nothing to it then but to drink, right?” Removing her hand from her crotch, she held the bowl with both. With a deep, slow breath, she drained the nightharbor. Kindra knew from experience that the effect was subtle but fairly rapid. It slipped toward the stomach, coursing like a river, where it would spread into the blood. It drew not only the excess hormones, but some of the toxins one might find in civilization. Drew it to the kidneys, where it would flood the bladder. With enough liquid, of course, it caused not harm. No harm, except… Suddenly Wren slammed her legs together with a gasp. There was, of course, the issue that the liquid drew itself into the bladder quickly, adding a great deal of volume all at once. For some, the desperation became almost immediately unbearable. For Wren, it was too much. “I…I can’t –.” And Kindra watched as the girl took a couple of steps toward the door, trying to get outside, before she bent over, holding on for dear life. Immediately a blast of golden liquid erupted from Wren’s forbidden place, spurting against the floor. She tried to stop it, but the tap wouldn’t close, and she gushed urine down her legs, soaking her dress. In an afterthought, the younger woman pulled her dress out of the way, revealing a soaked and yellowing white cloth covering her nether regions. Almost involuntarily, she spread her legs and squatted slightly, giving in to her biological need. Pee poured out of her in a fountain, running down her legs in rivulets, puddling on the wooden floors. A subtle groan emanated from Wren in relief and – Kindra at least liked to fantasize – pleasure at the relief. On and on she went, her own bladder in addition to the draught’s contents creating a small lake. Eventually, it trickled off, though it continued to drip from her for some time. It looked at though Wren had given up holding on, just trying to empty herself. When she finally stopped, the silence was deafening. Kindra watched Wren’s breaths, hard and deep from the exertion. After what felt like several minutes, the younger woman spoke. “Did you know that would happen?” Kindra blinked, broken from the spell. Dripping from her vulva. Desperately wanting to touch herself. But committed to her apprentice’s needs. “I…Yes. It…It is one of several possible side effects, though none of them are long-,” she paused as another burst of liquid poured from Wren, the younger woman pushing to empty herself with a deep sound. “Long…Term. I’m sorry.” A breath. A pause. Wren glanced at her with an inscrutable look. “I bet you are,” she said, sarcasm leeched through. Caught off-guard, Kindra scrambled. “I…I won’t make you experience something I won’t experience myself. I will teach you the nightharbor. And…And you can give it to me.” Silence echoed within the witch’s home as she waited her apprentice’s answer. She hoped she hadn’t gone too far. Had she? But Wren only smiled, a smile Kindra would come to know meant mischief.
  12. View File Panties Wetting Compilation About 30 minutes of assorted panties wetting Submitter sk8kidc Submitted 09/22/2018 Category Peeing  
  13. writingwizard

    female At my breaking point!

    So I decided to get a little desperate tonight, and when I came home from work I had 3 huge glasses of water after not going to the bathroom since the morning. Not much happened for a while, so I started playing some Overwatch, and then I got a text from a friend that he wanted me to meet him to trade pokemon. I looked it up in the GPS - 11 minutes away - and decided to go meet him. I was at about a 9/20 then, it kinda hurt to get in the car, but I quickly refocused and got on my way. I got to my destination, only to find that my friend was running late. I decided to wait a little bit... then a little bit longer... I was starting to get more and more desperate as each song on the radio felt like it took forever, and I kept texting and texting my friend to no avail. I knew it would be a long 11 minutes back but I really wanted to do this trade, so I stayed as long as I thought I'd be able to, just waiting in my car and feeling as the dull ache in my bladder got sharper and sharper and I started wriggling around on the seat, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. Soon I wasn't able to sit still at all, and my desperation kept ratcheting up. I had a hand at my crotch then, it seemed kinda optional at first but then I realized I needed it there, and if I didn't start driving home, I was going to have an accident in my gorgeous car that I love so much! I was at around a 14/15 at this point, squirming furiously. Eleven minutes seemed like a lifetime... I knew I couldn't wet my car, so I texted my friend hastily and started to drive back to my apartment. Even just the little movements to push the gas and the brake were so much because I couldn't clamp my legs shut. My left hand was firmly up against my pee hole, and it felt like the need to pee was overtaking everything as waves pulsed over my bulging bladder. I could see it coming through my jeans, so huge and swollen and every time I looked at it I started shaking again. I couldn't even do a real pee dance or shake my legs or anything since I still had to drive, and that was my only chance of getting home in time... At this point, I was towards the center of town where the lights are really short, and I had to keep stopping. Each time I put my foot on the brake, it was like slamming the heel of my palm into my bladder, sharp and sudden no matter how smooth I tried to drive. It was pulsing in waves, coming at me so strong that I had no idea how I was still sitting up. I made it to where there are ten blocks to my house and then I had to turn left, and in order to activate my signal I yanked my hand out of my crotch only to feel as some pee spurted out, running hot into the denim... I clamped my muscles as hard as I could, I was counting the streets, I jammed my hand back in there and was trying anything I could do to think of anything other than this bursting need, the most I had ever felt away from home where I could have the option to just go to the toilet... I kept my fist there, begging myself not to lose it, trying everything but beginning to lose resolve as I felt more warmth fill my fingers and I clamped down again hard, trying to pinch myself off in whatever way I could while I was still driving... I could feel the pressure inside me like I was about to explode and the streets were going by all too slowly until finally I found mine, and started going down that last mile where I was honestly considering stopping at a closed gas station and just letting it loose there, even through my pants... but then I saw some people walking by and I knew that I couldn't, but even the thought of it had my bladder pulsing again and more and more heat met my fingers as I strained with all my might to keep the flood inside of me... And then finally, I saw my apartment building and screeched to a stop, barely trusting myself to turn off the car right. I grabbed my purse and my phone with my right hand but when I went to open the latch of the door with my left, I spurted again, and then it was a race to reach the door. I couldn't even go quickly, I had to hobble with my hand between my legs stuck in the wetness that was already there, which only made me need to go even more... Freezing on the lawn, I knew I was at the very end of my capability to hold and I leaked again when my hand was too shaky to get the key in the door the first time... I was at a solid 19/20 and I knew it was less than a minute before I would lose everything where I stood, wherever I was... my hand was the only thing stopping my pee hole from drenching the lobby of the building. I finally got the door open and hobbled inside. The bathroom door was open and I ran over, spurting more in my jeans until I finally, in one last push of strength, clamped my pee hole shut long enough to yank down my jeans and then I was peeing so strong that it was like an endless waterfall. I didn't manage to time the whole thing since I was too desperate to even reach for my phone at first but it was nearly a full minute, which is a record for me. I kept going through my sodden underwear, streaming pee and heaving for breath until finally, finally there was nothing more. And then I washed my hands and went to my computer to write this story... I will be around later, but for now I need to do some laundry, as I have a wet spot about the size of a baseball and a half between my legs... 😉 ((This was several major firsts for me - first time being desperate in public, first time being desperate with no easy way out, first time leaking into clothes as an accident... this was so intense and I was completely unprepared for the speed at which it went through the higher stages. Also, I welcome feedback on the story and the holding experience! This is my first story like this and first time doing something like this so 🙂 ))
  14. Bees

    An Extreme Hold!

    Hey, I'm back! 😄 As you may know, I ran out of ideas with my last story, but if this goes like I think I will, then this one won't end as abruptly, and I can keep it going for a while. ^_^ My basic idea for this one is, a girl who enjoys holding it wakes up one day and decides to hold for a long period of time. You guys get to choose the girl, how long she holds for (or tries to), what she does, who she meets, and where she goes. (When she finally loses it, I will keep it going with later stories of the girl and her friends. c:) First of all, we'll have to pick the girl. What is her age? I'm thinking anywhere from 15-25, but any age is fine. Her hair colour? Any colour is fine, really. 😛 Her bust size? Doesn't have to be exact, either, 'big' and 'small' work just as well. Her holding capacity? Her name? And finally, is she just a human? Or should we mix this up and make her a neko? (And depending on the girl in question, I might be able to make a picture of her in the program I use called Kisekae 2. :P)
  15. Just found it on thisvid.com. It's new to me, sorry if it's a repost. https://thisvid.com/videos/mgf-leggings-wetting/ Here's the rip (normal view) : MGF Leggings wetting.mp4
  16. Hey peeps, does anyone else have any more danipicas videos they could upload to the site? I've uploaded a fair few of them myself but sadly never got around to buying anymore of them. Since she just up and left and closed her store theres now no way to aquire them anymore. We cant lose such amazing content. I'd love to see if anyone else has any more to share... obviously different to the ones that have already been uploaded. Thank you in advance.
  17. liesjeversteven

    female request: female POV wettings

    I think there's too few of these. I love seeing a wetting from the point of view of the woman doing it. I attached two as an example, but if anyone has any more you'd make a girl happy! Love Liesje [720] tight jeans[720, Mp4].mp4 [360] Amazing girl peed her skirt (AW)[360, Mp4].mp4
  18. So a while back someone gave me a punishment of having to pee somewhere that was not a toilet. After going behind a bush in my local park I decided that felt too easy. So I made myself a challenge. I was to go to the city centre of the nearest city to me and after getting desperate, challenge myself to find a place to pee that wasn't a bathroom. I knew this might prove a little difficult. As I expected very few private places to be able to go pee. It turns out I was right. I started out needing to pee a little on the train ride over. I had decided to wear a pink top and hoodie and skinny jeans. I was eager to start out rather desperate so I bought a coke at the station and decided to make the short walk to my starting point. I soon made it to the town centre and I started I knew of a few parks nearby that may provide a private bush to pee behind. After finishing my coke I went and bought another drink to get my desperation up a bit before starting. I hung around window shopping a bit and sipping on another drink feeling the urge build and I guess drinking quite a bit on the way was a bad idea because my desperation grew fast. I was now feeling a very strong urge to pee and decided to start searching immediately. At this point something I had considered but still was terrifying me in that moment was the fact that I was out in public in quite a major city area. And while I would be crossing my legs at this point if I was home, I tried with all my might to walk normally. My starting place was good for my challenge as even the alleyways were crowded and not an option and a few places I walked past I could see a bathroom inside. I even walked past a public bathroom as I made my way to the nearest park. I considered a few times backing out and just going to one of these bathrooms but I stuck to my guns and held. Continuing my normal walk while my bladder began to ache. I reached the park after about ten minutes and started looking around. But as I scoured the whole park I realised what I was afraid would happen. No private places safe enough to risk. Most trees were too thin to hide behind and precious few bushes either. I kept scouting as my need got worse, I had to occasionally hold myself when I thought I could get away with it but I saw one guy noticing me doing it and I quickly stopped. I didn't dare hold myself again. I soon realised I would have to try somewhere else and I walked out the park. I decided the best plan now was to keep walking away from the city centre and soon I might reach a more quiet area. Being outside of the major shopping district did mean a but still no place looked safe enough to go and places with a bathroom I could use were also scarce. I knew I couldn't back out and in that moment another wave of desperation hit me. I was worried that I might actually have an accident in public and started to panic. I was debating turning around or just going to a bathroom but that was becoming a harder choice to justify as I got further out, I was sure I wouldn't make it back to the last bathroom I passed so I decided to press forward. I passed by the local university grounds when I gasped and stumbled a bit, unable to keep up my normal walk. As the only people I could see were a little far away I decided it was fine to start squirming and crossing my legs, as I awkwardly waddled on. I was searching for even the most basic cover to slip behind and let it all out. My heart was racing and I was starting to get a little light headed. I had to pee so bad the only thoughts going though my head were "Gotta pee, gotta pee!" Mixed in with swear words. I gasped as I leaked a little and had to stop and squeeze my legs tightly to regain control. I was so close to losing it that I looked onto the nearby university courtyard. It was pretty much empty and I saw a nearby tree bush and tree which seemed like my best bet. I waddled over and crouched between them, pulled down my jeans and panties as I started peeing. It wasn't the most ideal place, I knew I was visible from several of the university's windows but I didn't care, I had at least not peed myself in public which was enough of a victory. After that I got back up, barely able to walk after holding in so much and made my way back into town. Overall that experience was exciting but also one of the scariest things I have ever done. And I frankly don't want to do something like that again. But still... it was very fun to be that desperate in public.
  19. Something that I find very hot is a woman masturbating while she is desperate to pee, especially when she looses it while she masturbates or when she orgasms. So I thought I leave some of my favorites here, and maybe you can add a few of your own if you want to. Naturally most contain nudity. theory is desperate to pee but needs to masturbate extreme pee hold video-ph5b4130da50820.mp4 I Leaked on the Floor! - No time to finish masturbating -(-ph57644d24c5e54.mp4 She's gushing in her panties shorts-ph5993371010713.mp4
  20. I don't recall this being posted here, or anywhere.: https://thisvid.com/videos/nice-amateur-woman-wets-her-panties-on-the-toilet-and-masturbates/
  21. Well, last night, being Friday, my husband and I went out with friends and had a good number of drinks. Once we got home, we worked our way through a couple more drinks, and I got myself good and plastered. My hubby took good care of me (and was significantly less drunk), he made sure I was changed into a diaper before bed, being well aware of my tendency to wet the bed when I've had a few too many. A couple of weeks ago I got a big cushy pack of Rearz Lil' Monsters Diaper and the pack was sitting around. Now normally when I'm drinking and a bedwetting risk, my hubby will just help me pull on a Goodnite, but not last night. I asked him this morning and he said that I wasn't cooperating with the pullup and also that I had a bunch of water before bed and didn't use the toilet, which made him worry that I might wet more than once. My heart swelled when he told me this, because, well, it just seemed like he had adopted a daddy role, and the thought he put into keeping me dry made me feel like a special little girl. He also put down our Peepod pad, just in case. https://rearz.ca/lil-monsters-diapers/ Well, this morning I woke up absolutely soaked. My sleep had been filled with diaper and wetting dreams - a series of very hot fantasies, with lots of wettings and embarrassing incidents. The big bulky Lil' Monster diaper I was wearing was completely soaked, and there as a considerable wet spot on the pad. I was wearing nothing but the diaper, and my legs and hips were wet with pee. I was very groggy in the morning, but remember telling my hubby "I made my monsters into sea monsters... no, into pee-monsters." I undid the diaper and immediately went into the shower. Here is the diaper and wet pad. Hope you all have a great weekend! Rach p.s. The diapers look adorable but they fit very big and also the tapes were not very sticky by morning (though I did like soak it at least twice), and it leaked in between my legs. These are not the best diapers for keeping the bed dry, but great for padding about the house as a little.
  22. YellowZoneMX

    Peeing Short Closeup

    From the album: My Art

    I was working on a comic of this but sadly my SAI crashed and I lost all my work, well i guess I must start again. Also, would you be interested if I start to sell comics? I have some ideas in mind.
  23. sk8kidc

    Panties Wetting Compilation

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    About 30 minutes of assorted panties wetting

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  24. Jeffery Mewtamer

    Ojamajo Doremi Interactive.

    So, I've decided to try my hand at interactive fiction, and I've decided to do so within one of my all-time favorite anime. If you've checked out my FF.net(Jeffery Mewtamer) or A3O(Jeffery_Mewtamer) accounts, both of which I believe are linked in my signature, you'll know I haven't done much pure omo-stuff and have written material on a number of fetishes, so I'm fairly comfortable with making this as lewd or weird as the audience wants. I typically check the forums twice daily(morning and evening), and while I make no guarantees, I'll try to write at least one update a day of a few paragraphs length. For those unfamiliar with the show, the premise is basically Elementary School Slice-of-life meets Magical Girls of the cute witch variety. The main girls are Witch Apprentices and the local magic allows them to do basically anything they can think of with a wave of a wand(Poron as they're called in-verse), a non-sensical incantation, and a command phrase, though there are ill-defined limits on what a single apprentice can do without using Magical Stage to combine power with others. They can't, however, use magic openly due to a curse that turns witches called out by humans into blob-like creatures called Witch Frogs. The term Ojamajo is a portmanteau of the Japanese words Ojama(Bothersome, annoying) and Majo(witch) coined in-verse by the girls' mentor to describe her first apprentice. There is a sequel series of Light Novels that take place when the girls are in Highschool and the Witch Frog Curse has been lifted, but I'll probably stick to the Anime portion of the timeline since I'm more familiar with it(the fansubs were halfway though the last season when my vision became too poor to watch fansubs, and I've read the scripts from the episodes I couldn't watch while the translation of the LNs was, last I checked, only about 2/3 of the way through volume two out of nine), and because I'm an unrepentant lolicon. Anyways, on to the first bit of interaction: Which girl should be the initial focus? Doremi Harukaze: Candy Apple Red Hair down to her butt, usually kept in two oversized Odango that resemble Mickey Mouse Ears with Pink eyes. The Title character, clumsy, boy-crazy, drools over steak, and is the self proclaimed unluckiest pretty girl in the world. Made a Witch apprentice after turning Majorika into a Witch Frog, and the reason Majorika coined the term Ojamajo. The neutral/beauty of the original Trio. Hazuki Fujiwara: Brown Hair held in back with an Orange Bow with long side locks in front and brown eyes. Bookish, shy, bespectacled, and terrified of ghosts. Is very down to earth despite being born into wealth. The Femme/Brains of the Original Trio. Aiko Senoo: short blue hair that curls slightly at the ends and blue eyes. Transfer student from Osaka and very athletic. The Butch/Brawn of the original Trio. Poppu Harukaze: Pink hair that sticks out to the sides to resemble feathery wings with pink eyes. Doremi's younger sister, but by far the more mature of the two. Became and Apprentice when she discovered the original three's secret, but never became a full-time member of the Ojamajo team. Onpu Segawa: Purple Hair kept in a short side pony tail that gives her head the shape of an eighth note with Purple Eyes. Originally an antagonist and apprentice to Majorika's rival, she befriended the girls and joined their team by the end of the first season. A famous Child Idol with a fanclub a million strong by the 2/3 mark of the second season. Momoko Asuka: blonde hair kept in a pair of rings and green eyes. Spent much of her childhood in America to the point that she couldn't speak her native Japanese when she was first introduced. Loves baking and dreams of becoming a professional patissiere. Hana Makihatayama: Long, blonde hair in giant twin tails and brown eyes. Originally a newborn witch left in the girls' care, she overloaded her innate magic at the age of 2 to turn herself into a sixth grader so she could go to school with her mamas. Though incredibly smart for her true age, she is incredibly immature for her apparent age and often gets weird looks from classmates even when she isn't being careless with magic. Extremely hyperactive, refers to herself in third person, and often uses honorifics in an unusal manner. Is also a contender for the next queen of the witch world and is practically the crown princess in all but name. One of the Ojamajos' Female Classmates: I'll leave it up to prior knowledge of the series and google fu for those who want to go this route. Note: this series averts anonymous classmates entirely, giving a full 60 student roster for the two classes of the grade most of the Ojamajo are in(and while no as readily available, I hear even Poppu's class has a complete roster). Naturally, I can't guarantee familiarity with every classmate if readers pick one that has only had a single episode of focus. Well, go ahead and vote, and with any luck, I'll have an initial scene with the chosen girl either this evening or tomorrow morning.
  25. YellowZoneMX

    Molly's Videogame Marathon

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    Once you play online there's no way back In this time Molly plays a videogame marathon online but she drinks a lot of water, so when she realizes the urge she has it's too late.

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