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  1. Goldenstorm

    female Mercury 5

    From the album: My Drawings

    This is the 5th pf the Sailor mercury pics I made when I was starting to draw several years ago, I have been thinking on draw some new ones of her, this one are not my favorite, it needs some improvements in the legs and eyes
  2. Princess Jury

    female Fear Wetting

    Translation: N-no! Someone please help me!
  3. It all started when my parents moved into a new town. Gone were the bustling city life and friends that I made throughout my fourteen years. Now I had to make friends from scratch and adjust to a whole new school curriculum. The latter wasn't that difficult thanks to the support of the various teachers, The former was much harder, especially mixing with senior girls. One such Senior was Sian Teddington, a girl much taller than my 150cm height but virtually non-existent boobs. She held an instant dislike towards me and began to tease me from the first day I stepped into the school grounds. I'm a rather shy person so I wasn't in the position to argue back nor did I report the teasing to the teachers. One would expect me to avoid Sian as much as possible. This, however, wasn't really possible since I signed up for the drama club and she was one of the key students on the club committee. It was about the second week of term when the teachers-in-charge posted up a sign up list for the end of term play. It was a drama which I was familiar with since oh ten years old and I immediately wanted to enter my name on the list. Just as I was making my way through the crowd of students, I was suddenly yanked aside and found myself facing Sian. "Oh, little one wants to be drama queen," she cooed in a mocking tone. "you're..Rem yes, Why is that a problem?" "Of course it is shorty. Everyone in that crowd has been here longer than you and will stand a higher chance on being selected. You, with your build won't even make it to support cast or backstage crew." I felt strangely embarrassed by this ridicule. "But..." "But if you really want the position, I can get you past that crowd. It will cost you thhough." “What do you mean ‘It will cost me?” “Oh, not money or anything, but you will do whatever I ask, whenever I ask or.” Sian said. I started to imagine what types of things she would want me to do. I figured it would be errants or servant-like duties. Surely that wouldn't be so much of a price to pay to get the role? “What exactly must I do?” I inquired. “Oh you'll soon find out. Just dream about it,” Sian answered. “If you play your cards right, maybe you'll be chosen.” “Okay, I’ll do it.” I replied. "You swear and won't go back on your word?" Looking at her towering figure, I said yes. The next day,,, It was a busy day in terms of classes and physical education. PE was a nightmare as I wasn't used to this school's strict exercise regime. Thankfully, PE was one of the last classes and ask school as the bell rang, I caught the bus home. Usually I don't shower more than oncce a day but my whole body was pespiring. Dumping my back near the door, I ran upstairs and within minutes was enjoying the stream of water around my body. Dryin off, I tucked the towel around my rather large breasts and exited the bathroom to find... Sian, standing in my bed room. She was in some sort of catsuit, black and leathery. "Wha...How the heck did you get in?" "Oh little Lauren left the door open. My my, fourteen years old and don't know any basic safety. What would your parents say if you allowed a burglar in?" "Get out now! Or I'm going to call.." "Call who little one? With this?" She held up my phone which was in my bag. And I left that downstairs. "Give that back to me! And get..." "Now, now girl. You're in no position to argue with me. Or the deal regarding the play is off." I couldn't believe it. She was blackmailing me and in my own house. "Okay fine whatever, what do you expect me to do for you?" "First lie on your bed." "What?! What for?" "Don't question me again. Lie down." "I..." With suidden speed, I was tackled down onto my bed by Sian. "He...mmmmpp" My cry was muffled as she pressed my head against my bed. Despite my struggling, she managed to flip me over then yank my arms up. Cold steel encircled them and I realised I was handcuffed not only wrists together, but to my be frame--my bed was the type with long metal tubes as part of the frame. "Hey, release me....mmpppphh," Something was stuffed into my open mouth and a sticky tape was plastered over my mouth. "Please relax. You'll hurt your wrists otherwise if you struggle." I did so but glared at her. Is this want she wanted me to do for her? "Now, the next part is little tricky. Hold still." Suddenly, a syringe filled with liquid appeared in her hands. My eyes widened as she rammed. yes literally rammed the syringe into my left arm. I immediate felt a chill envelope me and tried to may a sound or move but just couldn't. But i could still see her and my surroundings. "Good, it's working." I heard her say. Wait, what did you do to me?! I cried silently. Did you paralyse me. "Relax little one, it's all temporary. After all, you disobeyed me so I had to do it the hard way." She suddenly moved away from sight but I found my towel lifted up. My stomach and crotch was exposed and to her! Wait, was she going to take photos and blackmail me? Help!! "Relax," I heard her say but I just couldn't respond. I heard some rustling then several poofs, like something was being squirted out. What was she doing to my lower torso? Tattooing? Please not a tattoo.... “This isn’t much growth. Big boobs but little pubes” I heard her say. Wait don't tell me you're.... "Ah done," she said with a satisfied tone. "Bum up." and I saw (yes saw since I had no sense of touch) her lift my legs up. The next sound was something plastic-like and then my bum and legs were placed down again. Then another adhesive sound. Suddenly, all the my other senses came back and I immediately moved. Just as I struggled, I felt a large dampness growing between my legs. "Mmmmmpph?!!" "Ah, back to the land of livng Lauren. Can yoou feel it?" "Mmmm....ahh!!!" She peeled off the tape and extracted the object from my mouth--it was one of my own underwear! I lifted my head up to see.... "Oh my gosh, did you just diaper me?" To be continued...
  4. From the album: My Drawings

    This is a request from a friend on the forum, I hope the colors are right, I have some problems to see this range of color in particular.
  5. File Name: Terrifying High School Girls Classroom - Lynch Law File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 30 Apr 2012 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips This is classic Japanese Pinky porn violence. Patches provides this link: http://174.133.81.218:8080/pml/full.do?movieId=TerrifyingGirlsHighSchool Which has a link to the wetting scene, but as I've talked about elsewhere, I like seeing the whole thing, I can't find subtitles to this one so I'm not sure whats going on, if someone does I would be much obliged! Basically http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0451788/ Schoolgirls being violent to one another, empowering to women? Hard to say. In the scene girls force this one girl to drink lots of water and then prevent her from leaving class, she eventually wets herself and is terribly shamed. The scene is decently long and the rest of the film is VERY VIOLENT. Enjoy. Rachel Click here to download this file
  6. Story idea from Faust: "Faust would suggest something such as perhaps a girl who's working at her job gets distracted doing various things, and as such, uses up her break times without being able to visit the Facilities. " 964 words and still more to come... maybe I suck at short stories. :) Here we go: "Sweetie, have some juice with your breakfast." A tall glass of orange juice, that was thanks to her mom. "One Venti Mocha Frapucinno coming right up." Starbucks was thanks to her craving a quick pick up on the way to work. The first and 2nd bottles of water, well that was a longer story… --- Michelle crossed her legs and tried to ignore the dull ache from her lower abdomen. Only 15 minutes until her first break and then 2 hours more to wait after that. She wasn't worried, she'd never had a weak bladder - but then again she'd never held it on purpose for so long either. "Good morning, welcome to Home Depot. Did you find everything you were looking for?" She smiled as she helped another customer with their purchases and thought about how she found herself in this unique predicament. After making fun of a girl for having an accident at the register last week she had learned that the manager Jim was actually a bit of a sadist that enjoyed making the girls hold their pee. Or that was what she was told. So far he seemed like a nice guy that had been nothing but nice to her. Unfortunately she had made fun of the wrong girl, though. Mary was the most senior and word had it she was the reason the girl Michelle replaced had been fired. To get back on her good side Michelle was to drink 2 bottles of water and then skip her first break. Michelle thought that was a weird request, but at the time it had seemed easy enough. She took another sip from her second bottle of water and squeezed her legs together momentarily as the water told her brain she had to go worse than she really did. She could do this. She waved to Mary who was working two registers down. --- Only 25 more minutes until her second break. Michelle clenched her legs together tighter and pushed harder with the hand that was already pressed firmly between her legs and had been the past few minutes. Suddenly a wave hit her and she bent over, bending at the knees slightly while pressing them together tight. She looked up to see an old man staring at her quizically. She immediately jerked her hand out from between her legs and stood as straight as she could manage. A sharp pain jetted thru her abdomen as she stood and she thought perhaps a spurt of pee had slipped out, but she couldn't be sure. "Hello, welcome to Home Depot… Did you…" she continued speaking but she could only think about her full bladder crying for release. As soon as the customer left her hand shot back between her legs and she hit the manager assistance call button. "Jim, could I please take a quick break? Yes I know it's only 20 more minutes, but I just need to visit the ladies room really…" "Really Michelle? You can wait another 20 minutes. If I let you go then I have to let everyone take an early break. You know the rules." Could it be true? He certainly didn't seem to be nice right now. --- "Break time," Jim said as he walked by 20 minutes later. Michelle stood frozen in place for a moment as a rather sharp pain ran thru her body. She felt a warm spurt of pee escape into the crotch of her white cotton panties. The pain subsided momentarily and she dashed to the employee locker room. She just needed to grab her phone to check for messages, then the potty. Damn, the employee restrooms were being cleaned… She turned on her phone and headed towards the public potties at the front of the store. She was definitely walking strangely at this point. She was slightly hunched over and was taking small steps trying to keep her legs as close as she could. She felt if she separated them much more there was nothing she could do to keep the pee from flooding out. She knew from Mary's experience last week what that looked like in the skin tight khaki's they were required to wear. It wasn't pretty. She was just about to step into the girl's restroom when her phone buzzed. Not just any buzz, but Rick's text-tone. Squeezing her legs tighter she paused for a moment to read his message: "Babe, big news, call me ASAP when you read this. I have a BIG surprise for you. Love ya." OMG, Michelle loved surprises… she really had to pee but… she could hold it just a few more minutes. She changed course and headed outside as she hit redial. --- OMG, a free cruise. You hear about these scams, but Rick had confirmed it was true. They had won a week long cruise for two to the Carribean. She couldn't wait to tell someone - but first, the potty. She looked down at the small tennis ball sized wet spot between her legs. Rick had been so excited she hadn't been able to interrupt. She also hadn't been able to control the waves of desperation that continued to hit her. Each time the sharp pain hit now should could feel a squirt of hot pee jetting out into her panties. Her crotch felt quite damp. She was afraid to stand but somehow managed. She ran inside directly towards the potties. She felt another squirt escape. She couldn't see it yet, but this time the pee had started to slowly run down her right leg soaking into the fabric of her light khakis as it went. She was losing control as she started to pull the door open. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an arm slammed down against the door. To be continued...
  7. I know that people who allow themselves to get desperate to pee and then go into certain neighborhoods and beaches in the eccentric city of Saffron Cymbal, and allow themselves to be seen squirming, get abducted by diaper lovers and forced into diapers and restrained until they lose control, and then cannot return to their old lives but live as diaper lovers, at first with the status of slaves to experienced diaper lovers. I had not sought out that information. Such is the nature of the media today that informed people who'd rather not know things like this cannot avoid it. But I was not of the sort who was in danger of that. People routinely visit Saffron Cymbal and go about their lives and let those weirdos go about their lives. Visiting SC to attend a scientific conference in a downtown hotel poses no such dangers. I hadn't expected the many hours in heated discussion, during which I drank nine diet pepsis. I hadn't thought a luxurious hotel was a place the Dark Side reaches. Now while trying to enter the men's room I had been trapped between the inner and outer doors to the facilities, and was surprised to find two women there, and shocked when one of them suddenly put handcuffs on me, and found it difficult to resist in my desperate condition when they pushed me into a freight elevator that I hadn't noticed was there. They both talked to me in what seemed inappropriately seductive voices and one of them I'd feel better shortly and they merely (merely!) taking me to their dungeon. Then I noticed the bits of diapers protruding above their waists and the unusual bulginess around their crotches and hips and bottoms, and I knew they were diaper lovers abducting me. I had to get away fast. When I tried to move I noticed one of them had just put handcuffs on my ankles. The elevator descended. "You can't do this!!" I shouted. The elevator stopped in the sub-basement and the door opened. They forced me to walk as fast as I could with those things on my ankles into a room that looked like a stereotypical dominatrix's lair. My only acquaintance with such places was from movies. They took me to a spot near a large set of bookshelves well stocked with diapers. They put my wrists, shoulders, ankles, and waist, and the upper parts of my legs into restraints. With amazing skill one of the too diaper ladies cut a rip all the way down one side of my trousers, then the other, and took my pants off. Then my underwear. Then the rest of my clothes, all within fifteen seconds. I was naked. Then they brought out a huge really really thick cloth diaper and within seconds one of them held one end of it and the other the other end while it was under my crotch. They snapped it into place. One of them said, "I love this new thick snapping kind. It's perfect for abductions when they squirm like this." Then they brought out a pair of transparent plastic pants. They had to relax my leg restraints to get them on me, and they were extraordinarily skilled at sneaking past my attempts to squirm out. They plastic thing squeezed the diaper tight against me. I was squirming and kicking and shouted out "Help!!". To my surprise and relief a police officer entered through a door. An amazingly good-looking uniformed woman. Squirming desperately, I shouted "These women kidnapped me!! I'm not a diaper lover." The officer said calmly "Yes, I can see that. Is there a problem?". What??? "Of _course_ there's a problem!! This is an emergency! Get me out of here!". The officer continued with inappropriate calmness, "You must be from Chicago or some place like that." I am in fact from Chicago. "Here we respect the civil rights of people with alternative lifestyles. In a few minutes you'll be a diaper lover yourself and when you walk the streets in your wet diaper you won't want people ridiculing you for your lifestyle. As a police officer, I am required by law to treat diaper lovers with the respect they deserve as citizens. You let yourself get into this situation. Why don't you stop squirming so much and just be willing to enjoy it?" "_Enjoy_ standing here in this humiliating condition trying not to wet my diaper???" "I know you backward people from other states can't understand our enlightened ways in Cauliflower. Here in Saffron Cymbal the mayor and the chief of police are both diaper lovers, quite openly and proud of it. I happen to know that the chief of police in Chicago is also a diaper lover, but he's in the closet. It's shameful the way you people would never tolerate a diaper lover in such an office." At this point I'm trying not to lose control while feeling it could happen at any second. I found it difficult to think clearly while squirming trying not to wet myself, and I said, "Can't we talk this over after I've been allowed to relieve myself?" She said pleasantly, "Certainly. I imagine that will happen within a minute or so. Then I can answer any questions you might have about your new life as part of Saffron Cymbal's diaper lover community." I was speechless. I tried to think of what to say. This couldn't be happening. Surely I'd get out of this and go back to my hotel room. Suddenly I lost control and knew I was about to wet my diaper. I thought "I _can't believe_ this is happening." It couldn't be real. I wondered what it would feel like and knew I wouldn't wonder very long.
  8. So I was wondering, how do you set either yourself or your significant other or both up for being desperate and/or wetting? I mean anything from just planning it out, to forcing them to by locking the bathroom or something. I'm just curious as to everyone's thoughts and ideas and maybe even experiences. Thanks!
  9. *** first wetting experience post (be kind and comment) ** names may have been altered to protect identities * sorry if a bit long ... So awhile ago i was seeing this girl named Amanda and on this one night while i was spending the night she wouldn't have any water in her house from 9 pm till 7 am (water company was doing some maintenance or something) so she told me to make sure i could handle not using the washroom between those hours (kind of ironic looking back at it) Anyways i saw this as an opportunity to introduce her to my fetish (watching a girl bouncing up and down until she bursts) so i made sure to give her lots of water and juice yet prevent her from going until 9. Sadly she didn't seem to mind all too much and held it like a champ :( However the next morning she woke me up from her tossing and turning and i could see her hands placed firmly between her legs and muttering "I got to go.... i gotta go... mmmmm just a bit longer" i waited a bit being unsure if she was asleep or awake. i looked at the time and saw that it was only about 5 am. I watched a bit longer starting to get really aroused and even started slowly stroking myself. Then i decided to make my move i grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her over getting on top *accidently* applying weight on her stomach. This did two things, first woke her up and second made her need to pee that much worse. Before she could say anything i started kissing her and rubbing her clit outside of her panties (partly hoping they would be wet from more than her juices) she reacted by twisting her legs and arms yet was still kissing me. Shorty after before i really got into it she broke it off and said that she really needed to pee. I smiled and told her "you can't its not past 7" then stuck my tongue out and started kissing her neck. She forced my hand away from vag and began holding herself. She then begged me to let her go slightly getting forceful, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as i only teased her using a baby like voice "AWW does amanda need to pee" removing her hand from herself and replacing it with my own. Then i felt it a little squirt on my hand and a shiver of pleasure overcame me, i was enjoying this way too much. she then screamed at me "Yes crap I'm going to pee myself .... let me go" and started to push me off. However once away from me she saw my ridiculous bulge and for whatever reason (thank god for it though) she then came back and sat on top of me with one hand on her bladder the teasingly close to my cock. She then used her own babyish voice "Aww is Matthew aroused (as she then grabbed my dick through my boxers and began stroking it) i'm sorry honey i can hold it for you" I then sat up and started kissing her as she began jerking me off. "you sure about that... you already seem wet to me" as i placed my hand awkwardly over her slightly damp panties . "I promise. Thats just because i'm so turned on by you" she whispered into my ear flicking it with her tongue "you sure about that babe" then to her surprise tickled her sides, she shot upwards and i could feel warmth around my crotch. i then looked and saw a respectable wet patch. "OMG YOUR A JERK" as she hit me and went to get off. i grabbed her arm and pulled her back "I will make you a deal if you can hold it before i jizz i will do anything you want me too even drive you and your girlfriends to do your shopping" "Why do you want it so badly it will take like a minute tops" "I think this is kind of hot, i like watching you squirm" As i poked her again causing her to double over. "Fine... lay down this needs to be quick" she then climbed on top of me (69 position and her ass rested across my chest i could then feel her starting to give me head. I was in heaven but i couldn't cum until she peed herself. She started going faster and soon placed her hand over herself once again. Straining to keep my eyes open from the pleasure i watched as tidbits of pee drops started escaping from her hand. She wasn't going to make it :D. " MMMM i cant do it, you win " as she looked at me with pleading eyes but not moving. " you just need a distraction Amanda... here" as i started to reposition her ontop of me pulling her panties aside (not off) and inserted myself fully in her. She then started riding my cock as she was biting her lip. I leaned back so i could watch her now very wet panties for the gleam of when she lost control. She was going very slowly (as she liked it at her own pace on top) and stopping occasionally yet seemed to have total control. I lost it i was too aroused and seeing all this and feeling all of it was to much i began bouncing her up and down as fast and hard as i possibly could. Her face went from troubled and locked up to complete aww. Shorty after i felt her floodgates give out and my balls and pelvis began getting socked. She started moaning uncontrollably the bedsheets started getting damp and the pee flooded around my hands where they were pushing down on the bed. Everything was getting soaked and i could still feel the warmth generating from it the warm waterfall effect when you take a shower. Just instead it was her pee on my cock and balls. I then shot my load so hard inside her and laid completely down on the bed. She was still peeing and got off at me and stood up (still on the bed) i watched as her drentched panties kept leaking her golden liquids onto the bed. I was in complete ecstasy. After she stopped she felt herself while looking in the mirror. The complete front was wet and her ass was soaked too. I nearly came again from seeing the wet fabric cling to her ass as she bent over. "Hope your happy, freak" As she took off her panties and threw them onto me. "Very" i smiled back at her. She grinned and walked away. I looked at the time 6 45. "FUCK!! THE SHOWER STILL ISNT WORKING" I laughed what a great way to start my morning.
  10. Ok, so I thought I would start this thread, because there are a few posts floating around the place that mention bondage as part of the omorashi experience, but there really isn't anywhere I have found on this site to specifically discuss and explore these aspects. Being a female that is interested in bondage, bdsm and also consensual rape fantasies - amongst other fetishes - I wish to incorporate omorashi into my experiences, as my partner has this fetish and I find it a huge turn on to pee in front of him etc but I also want to take it to another level. Ive managed to find a few good quality omorashi-bondage videos, but they are becoming more difficult to find, so sharing these videos and images in this thread would be fantastic! Basically, anything and everything relating to omorashi-bondage can be posted here! (Female omorashi preferred) Can't wait to see the results ;) -boundbabe
  11. All right, for those willing lets play a game. You have to write a short story / experience about wetting. It may include men, women, diapers, desperation, accidents, on purpose, pictures, videos and anything really. Your story does not have to be true, but may want to sound convincing for the rest of us. The best story wins, and the prize is the arbitrary knowledge of knowing you can write a story. So let me begin! The day started as any other. I woke up, took my shower, brushed my teeth and hurried off to class after grabbing my morning coffee from the cafe at my school. Everything was pretty normal, as I sat through my 3 morning classes. The only difference was that on this particular day I had been a little extra tired. A side effect of staying up late to have a couple drinks with some friends and then watch some TV before finally succumbing to my drowsiness. I listened as my professors babble on about The French Revolution, Religion in conflict and so many more seemingly pointless lectures. After each class I would grab a large coffee, knowing that without it I would fall victim to sleeping through class, which doesn't bother most people, but is something I am not particularly found of. The day finally ended and I was nearly falling asleep walking to my car. For the sake of my drive home I decided to grab one final cup of coffee, albeit a small one. Never did it cross my mind that I may have to use the restroom before walking through my apartment which i share with my girlfriend. The drive home seemed incredibly long, and traffic was exceedingly slow on this particular day, or at least it seemed that way. Within a few minutes of driving I began to re-understand the effects of coffee on ones bladder. The trip home under good circumstances usually takes about 15-20 minutes. Being only 3 or 4 minutes into my trip I knew I would need to hurry home, less my bladder give way. I tried speeding, but kept getting caught behind elderly drivers, and large vehicles. After about 15 minutes in I became noticeably desperate for a bathroom, although no one could see me for any longer than a traffic stop. I finally made it home some 25-30 minutes after my excursion, absolutely bursting as I hobbled to the door. As quickly as my body would allow I rushed to the bathroom, where I found the door locked. I knocked only to hear my girlfriend giggle and say just a second. I asked her to please hurry, to which was responded "why, do you have to pee". I could hear her giggling as she must've already seen me hobbling to the door. "yes, very badly. Please let me in" I replied. "I don't know, maybe I forgot how to open the door" she responded. I desperately begged her "please honey, I'm going to pee my pants." She came back with "uhh ohh, should I start a load of laundry for you?" I knew exactly what she was doing, and made one final attempt at having her let me in by pleading "please honey, I really don't want to wet myself. Just let me use the bathroom. I'm going to pee my pants." She giggled and said "than pee them." It was then that I started to give way. Only a little at first, but then more and more until a puddle formed under me and a dark contrast could be seen in my jeans. I completely soaked myself, all the while my girlfriend was giggling through the door. She only came out about halfway through my embarrassing accident, only to further my humiliation by asking me if she needed to buy diapers for her big baby. When it was all said and done she did just that, along with forcing many similar incidents
  12. http://www.madthumbs.com/videos/hentai/uchiyama-aki-no-omorashi-gokko/1030368 found this vid. messing scene at 12:30
  13. *~* "There are a few different ways the game can end," I tell him, my voice almost indifferent, disguising very well my burning eagerness. His eyes are such a lovely, hard black, striking with an unforgiving power. He's trying to overwhelm me with his dominance - and ordinarily, it would work. Ordinarily, I would be captivated, I would duck my head submissively, not even aware I was doing it - the natural response of a slave to such a dominant Master. But this is not an ordinary occasion. *~* Nothing much is happening - for he is asleep. Deep, even breathing causes a chest hard with muscle to rise and fall, and his sharp, predatory gaze hides behind pale lids that are faintly, very faintly, violet on the rims. Dark hair, almost black, falls in waves around his face, stopping just above his shoulders. He is a classic beauty, the very image of dominance. And he is naked, his flaccid maleness laying dormant on a downy bed of spiraling curls. I wonder if the classically cut chair of dark wood will hold him, this lean, powerful Master. It doesn't look very strong, gleaming dully in the dim light of the close, stone-walled room, no larger than a walk-in closet. I think maybe it will hold him, if he progresses far enough before he begins to struggle. Maybe even if he doesn't. The larks-head knot loops a richly cream-colored rope a dozen or so times around his upper arms, elbows, and wrists, his upper chest, his abdomen, and in a more complex knot, binds his pelvis to the bend of the chair. That last is quite loose, though. His feet are tied a little differently. You see, I wanted his legs to be quite moveable, but his feet must not reach the ground. Therefore, his lower half is only bound around the ankles, which are tied in such a way as to form shackles around them, rather than having them lashed crudely together. This is connected with a triple loop about four inches long to the bar underneath the seat, keeping his legs bent almost double at all times, but allowing quite a bit of movement. I love movement. But wait - he's awake. His breathing isn't quite as smooth and automatic, but his eyes are still closed. He shifts slightly in his seat, and I can see muscles ripple very slightly across his stomach. Can it be that he already has a need? Surely not - that would be too perfect. Life doesn't hand me gifts like that, does it? "Hello, Jake." I don't want to say his eyes fly open - it's a quick movement, but it's deliberate, controlled, just like every movement he makes. Nevertheless, his laser focus settles on me, and I'm almost shaken from my topspace by the blaze in them. He's no fool - he was aware of his situation, the whole situation, heartbeats after waking. "You're the new girl." His voice is low, almost a purr, but it's feral. Unfriendly. "Not quite new. That implies that I'm staying here - in truth, I only came back after the first munch to get you alone. It was an opportunity I couldn't miss." "What, to tie me up?" That wild, controlled voice is derisive now. "And what was your opportunity?" "Your drink," I tell him with a lazy smile. "I sat next to you at the table during dinner, if you recall. You'd been drinking quite a bit of alcohol, and so when you went to the bathroom, I spiked your drink with a sleeping pill - ambien. Nobody was surprised when you went out like a light. Passed out, they thought, from drink. Never occurred to them it would be something more. You've only been out for about two hours - I'm shocked by that, I'll tell you." "You intend to kill me, then, to keep your secret?" There's no trace of worry in his voice, nor fear. His power over self is what attracted me to him - even now, the sound of his voice, the dormant violence sends a slow burn through my groin at the thought that this man, this Man, is under my control, even in only this little way. "Kill you? No - I told you, I'm going home after this. Nobody here knows my name or phone number, and I took the bus to get to munches. You'll never find me. Why should I care if you know my secret?" At this, a little impatiences shadows his eyes, just a hint, visible in the tiny tightening in the corners. "Then what is your intention, girl?" I smile. "You're going to wet all over yourself for me - and for the internet. They'll love you." Now I get a reaction. His hands in their restraints ball into fists, and fury flashes in those dark eyes. His muscles flex, now, testing the restraints, but he needn't have bothered. I'm a nurse, I can surely restrain someone without fearing escape. Then, like all those who have real strength, rather than the affected sort, he realizes that this is something he has no real control over, and makes his mind not to even try to avoid it. He'll get free all the sooner that way, right? Wrong. I have to say something quickly, to head it off. There has to be a way in his mind that he can get out of this unscathed, unshamed. There's really no way, of course. But I'll make him think there is. "You see, we're going to play a game." "There are a few different ways the game can end," I tell him, no emotion in my eyes, but a deep, eager burning in my groin and a jumpy excitement in my belly let me know the lie. "You know the first, of course - You wet yourself. But of course, there will be a penalty for that. I'll leave you here until someone finds you. I've set a message to send from a false email address to the leader of your munch, in 48 hours, telling him where to find you, and that you may need medical assistance. But that would be very unpleasant for you. Not the least because a video of the first 36 hours of that will be sold all over the internet." "And the other ways?" He's not happy now, not in the least. I allow myself a small smile. This would be so much easier with a submissive, but my god, is there anything more primally arousing than a powerful man losing control? "Another is for you to last four hours without losing significant bladder volume. If you succeed in this, I'll let you use a portable urinal, then give you your clothes back and release you. The video will be destroyed." "How can I know you'll keep your word on that last," he demanded. "You can't," I say simply. What choice does he really have, though? "The last way is for you win our game, instead of it just timing out. I'll warn you that it's quite difficult to win, but still easier than holding four hours under my terms." "The game is this - I have a gallon of water here." I indicate behind me many bottles of water, stacked neatly. "You'll drink four bottles that start the game. We'll wait a half-hour, then. After that time is up, the game really starts. I'll roll a D100 - that;s a 100 sided dice, sort of - and if you get a multiple of 20, you're free to go. You win. Anything else, and you get another bottle of water. You can roll once for every bottle of water after the first four, and you're permitted to either do them right on top of eachother, or you can wait." They're not full-sized bottles, they're the half-sized that they give out at some events. So four bottles is about enough to fill your stomach without too much effort - he can probably take six at once without vomiting it back up, maybe even eight. But it only takes one stomach-full to make you fill up pretty quickly - the rest of the water is psychological, really. By the time the first load makes it through, there won't be room for any more. I can see he's decided to play along with my game. It's not defeat, not yet - he's still condescending to behave. He assumes he can get loose if he tries hard enough. He'll be defeated, though, in time. "Roll, then," he tells me tersely, a growl of anger in his voice. I scoop a bottle of water up in pale hands first, unscrewing it and holding it to his lips. "Drink, first." He does. The first one, then the second, then the third, he has no trouble downing. By the time he reaches the fourth, though, his stomach is visibly distended. He shifts in his seat with discomfort. I smile, watching the muscles ripple across his abdomen as his bladder begins to contract slightly, protesting the addition. Still, it's obviously no trouble to contain it. Probably he's not worried yet, not seriously. "All of it." He tilts his head back, accepting the fourth bottle, grimacing slightly as his stomach protests the excess fluid. He's not worried, but he's forgotten something. There's a hormone in the brain called ADH - antidiuretic hormone. It causes you to retain water, and it's suppressed with alcohol - in other words, alcohol is a diuretic. He probably has to go quite badly already, and doesn't realize the danger. Half an hour passes uneventfully. I roll the dice - one d-10 labeled with tens digits, and one labeled with single digits. They come up "10" and "1". 11. Not good enough. I smile sweetly and point to the dice on the ground. He can read them easily from their meager three feet from his feet. "You can drink your water now, or save it, and your next roll, for later. Just let me know when you're ready for it." He decides to wait, and communicates this by turning his head to the side dismissively. It's clear his stomach is just too full for another bottle right now. Besides, the less he drinks, the better his odds are of reaching the 4 hour mark. But he's headed for trouble now, and he can see it. Lean, powerful thighs move reflexively every couple of minutes, and I can see his abdomen contract to counter bladder contractions, every so often. He's passed the point of passive signals - now he's receiving an urge. It should have come before now - he "broke the seal" at the party a couple hours ago. I'm not sure why it didn't. Distress crosses his supremely masculine features. He is worried now. He's no longer sure he can last the next three and a half hours, but if he plays the game, he knows he won't. He has to choose. He does. "Water," he says, a touch of hoarseness in his tone. The slow burn becomes a flash fire, a bolt of lightning that shoots from my clitoris up and throughout my body. I can feel a very slight moistness between shaved lips. I hold the fifth bottle to his lips. He drinks it silently, and does not speak when I roll, or when it comes up as 54. "Tell me when," I say lightly, smiling. This is a fantasy come true for me, something I never expected to get to see. I'm delighted. Well, actually, that, my dear, is what you call an understatement. Him, not so much. Muscles are clenching low in his belly, all visible on a body with very little fat. I can actually see the strain, and it's the most beautiful artwork I've ever seen. Another wave hits, and he clenches his fists. The hiss of air between his teeth echoes in the small stone room. "How would it be," he seethed, "If I shouted myself hoarse and called attention to your little game?" I laugh. "Sweetie, you're in a dungeon, these walls are stone lined with cork. By all means, scream yourself hoarse. Nobody will hear you." "Water," he says sullenly. His control is starting to crack. He's bouncing his legs continuously now, and every couple of minutes makes a tiny groaning noise in the back of his throat. But when I hold the water bottle to his lips, he drains it. His eyes are rapt as they watch the dice fall, even though his torso is twisting and his legs and moving constantly. As the dice clatter to the hard tile floor, I see something so exciting, I forget to gloat. His manhood is no longer lying passively on that bed of dark fleece. In time with a new contraction, induced by the 98 laying on the floor, it flails once, wildly, and he seems to clench every muscle in his body. Harsh breathing echoes around the room, mine from arousal, his from his rising desperation. He moans, and with that sound, his self-control is shattered, gone. Hissing gasps are now accompanied by a light sheen of sweat. It's clear he's in real pain. His penis flicks again, its contents fighting to get out. Another low moan, and a whispered, "Please, no - " and I can see a point of light there, glistening at the end of his manhood, growing slowly larger. "No!" his voice cracks. The droplet wells forth, and slides down the head of his member to hang from the ring, followed by a tiny trickle of liquid. "Ahhhh-" he growls, and with a supreme effort, stops the trickle altogether. But this has cost him. The wave passes, but leaves him shaking, his face darkened and sweating. "W-ater," he hisses, pain screaming in his tone. His eyes are wild, desperate. I know this is the very last thing he wants, but he knows there's no other way to get out. As I tip the water bottle back, having pressed it to his lips, I look down, and my eyes snag on the hard mound above his pubis, an obvious protrusion. He's fighting so hard, and there's so little chance that it'll come to anything but his face all over the internet. The water goes down his thoat as quickly as he can make it - he actually sucks the bottle, trying to get it down faster, then flings the bottle aside and shakes, quivers with effort, and he waits for me to roll the dice. Something garbled comes out of his mouth, and I have no clue what it is he's trying to say, but I get the gist. Dice fall. 23. His eyes almost fill with tears at the sight of that number. "Water!" he cries, "Give me another one!" It's clear the whole world has sped up to a thousand times normal speed for him. He can't sit still, his thinking is fractured with panic, pain, and desperation. Reality has become very twisted in his mind. This next bottle goes down even faster than the first - so fast that I worry he'll be sick. But he keeps it down, and I eye him evilly, holding the dice in my hand. Dark, pleading eyes watch raptly my dice hand, but his own hands are straining at their bonds, trying with every bit of effort he can muster to reach his manhood and somehow hold back the coming flood. "It's coming it'scomingit'scoming'scomingohfu-uck," he says in an undertone. He rocks in time with his rapidly beating heart, his face contorts with effort and pain, and his manhood twitches again once - twice - three times. And this time it's not a trickle, but a bursting full-on squirt. I don't know how he manages to stop it, but after a couple of seconds, he does. Muscles twist and flex, and his breath comes in gasps. "Throw it!" he shouts. He thrusts his hips in the air, in some random, desperate movement. Then he gasps again, and I can't take my eyes off of him to drop the dice. I'm literally immobilized with heat and shocking pleasure, and I add a gasp on my own, the sounds echoing in our ears in the chamber. He writhes, shaking, weeping now, his body soaked in sweat. Mesmerized, I move a couple of steps forward, and press a hot, sweaty hand to his grossly distended bladder. "No!" It's a quiet, restrained sort of scream. He lurches forward, curls in on himself, rocking madly and every muscle quivers. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck -" He can't stop it, though. Suddenly, it's everywhere, hot, liquid gold comes more in a blast than a flow, and he's not trying to stop it anymore - his whole body has gone limp. His tired muscles could not longer hold out, and he rides the pleasure and relief of all that finally hissing out of him. He's covered in the stuff, and there's a puddle beneath the chair, but he's still wetting, he can't help himself. Finally, finally it's over. He leans over as far as his restraints will allow, panting, head ducked, with his hair falling over his face. "Good - " he gulps in air. "Good girl. You did well." I beam. "Thank you, Master!"
  14. Goldenstorm

    female Batgir chained

    From the album: My Drawings

    Well, well! Just eight hours chained and you piss your pants! What kind of superheroine are you?
  15. Princess Jury

    female Stepping

    This is the picture that's on the title page when you first enter AGD....most people on this site know about it, I'm sure. ^^
  16. Goldenstorm

    female Mercury 3

    From the album: My Drawings

    This is an old pic from Sailor mercury I made when I was starting to draw several years ago, I have been thinking in draw some new ones of her, it needs some improvements in the legs and eyes
  17. Goldenstorm

    female Forced

    From the album: My Drawings

    Mmm, Maybe I should belive her when she said she was needing to use the toilet
  18. Hello everyone. Last night something happened to me that has never happened before, and will probably never happen again. I was forced to my absolute physical limit against my will. It was horrible as it was happening, but once some things were made clear afterwards, it was an experience I'm very glad to have had. I don't want to spoil anything, so I'll list the events in the order that I experienced them. A little background, I'm a 23yo woman in a lesbian relationship. Both me and my girlfriend are into holding and wetting, and a lot of other stuff. We've always had fun, but a couple days ago my girlfriend asked me something that I wasn't sure how to answer. She asked me “When you wet yourself, are you really, truly losing control, or are you just giving into the pain?” I had to think about it for a while. It feels like I'm losing control, but was I really? If there were a bomb wired to my legs that would go off if I peed, would I honestly let go at the point that I usually do? In the end, I gave her an uncertain “I think so?” It was the best I could do, honestly. And then she asks me if I would like to find out. She said that she had an idea that would make me hold it in no matter how badly it hurt or how much I wanted to pee. I told her that as long as she wouldn't hurt me, I would try it. I trusted her. She wanted my consent for the whole thing in general, but she refused to tell me any details. She said that no matter what happened after consenting here and now, I couldn't back out of it. Nothing I said would convince her to stop. I gave her my consent. There was no way I could have known what she would do. We did it last night. The first thing she had me do was drink a gallon of water over the course of a whole hour, for safety. A whole gallon would guarantee that I would wet myself, no matter how good of a holder I was. I was already somewhat desperate by the time I finished it. Then we cuddled on the couch. “Tell me when you feel close to leaking,” she told me. After watching BoJack Horseman, I was really full. Another episode later, and I was ready to start leaking. She helped me to my feet and led me to the bed, where she had me lay down. And then she whipped out four pairs of stereotypical pink, fuzzy handcuffs. I almost peed myself laughing right there. She didn't have time to order them online since I agreed to this, meaning she must have been hiding them for a while, or went to a sex shop while I was at work. I sat up, having a rule about peeing on the bed. We had both agreed it was a no-go. She pushed me back down. “You said you would do this,” she whispered at me. “You've wet the bed before, now will be no different.” She was always tougher than me, and forced my wrist down as she cuffed me to the bed. I gave up fighting her and let her restrain all my limbs. She then pushed up my dress so my panties were in the open air. She had requested that I wear my tightest pair, a light-blue hipster cut that was squeezing my bladder despite the elastic band. She thumbed me through the panties for a few minutes, but soon I let out a tiny spurt. “Here we go,” she said then, giving me the most evil grin I'd ever seen from her. She stepped back and walked to the nightstand, opening my purse. I looked on curiously as she pulled my phone, a Galaxy S6 in a generic purple rubber case, from the purse. “Close your eyes,” she said. Thinking she was going to take pictures, I complied. The next thing I knew, my panties were being pulled up and my phone was forced into them, pressing directly against my labia. What happened that night was a perfect example of the Six Stages of Grief. 1: Shock- The moment I figured out what she had done, I absolutely lost my mind. I was screaming, kicking, cursing, and just about everything else I could without weeing all over my phone. It was a good thing we live in a secluded area or we would have had the cops on us with all the yelling. The first thing she did was step out of kicking range, and all I could do was shout at her. No matter how much I wiggled, the phone wouldn't budge. My panties were too tight and the rubber case held it in place with friction. If the case covered the whole phone it might have been okay, but there were holes for the speakers and charger. There was nothing I could do. 2: Denial- Soon after the initial panic, I relaxed a little, knowing that she would never do this. It was a prank. She'd take it out in a moment and carry on with whatever she really had planned. This went on for ten minutes, as I got fuller and fuller. “That's enough, love, get it out of there before I short circuit it,” I said. “No,” she said. 3: Anger- As I became so desperate that my girl parts started to spasm involuntarily, I got mad. Really mad. I threatened to break up with her, to call the cops on her for holding me hostage, that this had to be some form of rape, that I'd never forgive her, that I'd post videos of her on the internet. None of it seemed to bother her in the slightest. My threats devolved into a typhoon of swearing, the 'C' word was tossed around quite a bit. Somehow I lasted another fifteen minutes, and at this point my back was starting to hurt from the pressure in my kidneys. 4: Bargaining- I knew I couldn't possibly have much time left. In the past, whenever my back started to hurt, I would let go no matter what. But I couldn't do that now. Everything was in my phone. All my pictures. Tons of files for work. Shows I couldn't find again. “Please,” I begged. “Please let me piss and I'll do anything you want. I'll wee myself in public, I know you always wanted me to do that. I'll pay you, hundred quid if you just let me out right now. You'll never have to do the laundry again, or the cat box. Please don't make me do this.” She was just sitting there in our arm chair, watching me with her legs open and her finger inside of herself. This was the worst time of my life, and she was just getting off to me. 5: Depression- At this point, I knew that she wouldn't let me out. I started sobbing. I knew I had to hold on, maybe she would get bored, maybe my sister would stop by unexpectedly, maybe I could somehow never pee again. But that gallon was filling me more and more every second. I hadn't even spurted yet, though I was more desperate than I ever could have imagined possible. Every part of me hurt, my insides throbbed from the pressure, and my bladder was bulging so far out that I looked absolutely pregnant. I stayed there crying for nearly forty-five minutes, constantly getting more desperate. It was pain unlike anything I'd ever felt. I wonder if this is what childbirth would feel like, my body tearing open with no possible way to stop it. “Please,” I begged her one last time. A minute later, it happened. There was no leaking, no spurting. My hole opened too suddenly to possibly stop it, and my pee flew out like a bullet from a gun. My phone and the bed were instantly soaked, and I could feel the torrent spraying in every direction, reflected off the hard material of the phone. It flowed onto my slowly-shrinking belly, and soon I could hear it splattering on the floor, the entire bed unable to absorb it all. Obviously there was no measurement, but if I had to put a legitimate guess on it, I would say it was very likely at least 1.5 liters. I've done one liter before when I tried my absolute best, but this went on for far longer than any pee I'd had before it. She was taking pictures with her own phone now, catching me at every angle as I cried about it. Finally after fuck knows how long, my flow slowed down and stopped as I heaved and sobbed, tied helpless to the bed. 6: Acceptance- That was it, then. My life was ruined, I'd never speak to my girlfriend of five years again, I was pretty sure I had irreversible internal damage, and my bed had my piss in it for the second time this year. “Get out,” was the first thing I said to her. “Get out of my house.” I'm glad she didn't listen to me at this point, as it was Saturday and nobody would have likely realized something was wrong as I was tied to a peed bed with no phone. Instead of getting out, she walked over to me and reached into my saturated panties, pulling the phone out. Then she dropped it on my chest. I looked down, and I'm sure my face went dumb as my eyes fell on the weird slab of black stuff that was inside my phone case. “Dried clay,” she said. “I made it in class yesterday, using my own phone as a model. Swapped it out in your case while you were watching the telly.” She leaned over and reached into my purse, pulling my real, undamaged phone out of it. “About the same weight, and if you only saw the back of the case, you'd never have known.” I laid there stunned for a while after that. My phone was fine, my body had stopped hurting, and she was staring at me with that ridiculously adorable, loving face she always wore. “Can you take the cuffs off me,” was the next thing I said. She complied and I stood up unsteadily, making my way to the toilet. I got in the shower and she joined me, and I found myself smiling as she held herself against me and peed on my legs. Despite the trauma of the night, everything seemed okay after that. As I said in the beginning of this story, it was an extreme experience that I'll probably never have again. Nothing else could have made me hold on for that long while I was in so much pain. I'm sure that many of you holders here think that you've truly lost control at some point, but I can almost promise that you have not. There's a level of desperation beyond anything you've felt, that is very likely impossible to reach through willpower alone. I held in a gallon of water for just about three hours. I still can't believe it. Nearly 24 hours later now and I feel fine, my bladder and kidneys don't hurt anymore, so I'm assuming there's no damage done. It was...something else.
  19. Goldenstorm

    female Tickling girl

    From the album: My Drawings

    BUA HAHAHAHA! NO PLEASE...! I HAVE TO PEEE!!! HAHAHA STOP TICKING ME!!! I´M GOING TO... OH NO!!!!
  20. From the album: My Drawings

    -Snif snif Please don´t record this!!! -Oh! Don´t worry for thar Hermione, we are on live-
  21. This is fiction, partly inspired by some true events, but I've never met anyone like "Miss Perkins", whom you will read about below: ------------------------------------- All 300-or-so of my fellow pupils at the new boarding school were 12 years old. About two weeks into the academic year, we are summoned to an assembly. The school nurse, Miss Perkins, a pretty but severe-looking woman, will address us. She tells us that one of our fellow seventh-graders, a girl, had an accident in class---she peed her pants. She explains that the girl should be ashamed of herself, doing that at the age of 12. For the next two weeks, that girl will attend class wearing nothing but a thick cloth diaper and transparent plastic pants. A shocked expression runs throught the auditorium. We can't believe it! Nobody could imagine such draconian punishment. Then Miss Perkins says "Sarah, come out here wear people can see you!". Are we about to see a girl wearing soaked jeans? We here the girl's voice from behind the stage, refusing to come out. Miss Perkins says, "I'm not going to put up with this nonsense! I require obedience!", and goes back and brings the girl out, leading her by the wrist. Everyone is shocked to see a girl wearing a cloth diaper and transparent plastic pants, and the diaper is wet! Miss Perkins tells us she has a zero-tolerance policy for this kind of thing, and if any of us can't control our bladders, we will suffer the same fate. Privately I begin to think about what that would be like. Over the next few days I begin picturing myself in that situation. Occasionally I wake up in the night wetting the bed. Will Miss Perkins consider that a reason to subject me to the same fate? Might I be her next victim? I'm worrying about that while walking down the hall when I see Sarah, the diapered girl, walking the other direction, wearing nothing but what we saw her in at the assembly. It's conspicuous that her diaper is wet. She's not allowed to use the toilet for the duration of her punishment. Six weeks later during recess a female voice behind me says, "Hey Jimmy!". It's Sarah. She wants to talk to me. She says she saw how horrified I looked when I saw her in a diaper. "There's something Miss Perkins never told everyone", she says. She explains that she had reached the lavatory just in time to avoid wetting herself, but Miss Perkins and her three assistants were right outside the stall, and grabbed her and wouldn't let her use the toilet. It's the stupidest lie I've ever heard. Sarah must be really desperate to save face! And how could she think anyone would believe something like that?? "Jimmy, you've got to listen! They took all my clothes off and forced me to put on the diaper and plastic pants! Then the assistants held onto me while I tried to get away while while Miss Perkins sat there on the floor watching me squirm and looking excited. She _likes_ making kids have accidents." Sarah has no credibility left in my eyes. Miss Perkins may be unreasonably severe, but obviously a respected professional wouldn't do that. Miss Perkins is an adult. Adults don't do things like that for fun! They do adult things, like talking about the stock market. One night I wake up in the middle of the night wetting the bed. I had been dreaming that I was peeing in the toilet. Suddenly I'm terrified that everyone will be called to an assembly that day and I will be Miss Perkins' next example. I can't think about anything clearly all day. I keep expecting to be summoned to the nurse's office. But nothing happens. The day after that, I'm thinking about the when I was in third grade when I had seen a girl wet herself while sitting in her chair about ten minutes before lunch. I remembered that the teacher had told her to wait until the lunch hour. What would it be like to have such an accident? It must be the most embarassing thing that could happen in school, until Miss Perkins came along and invented something even worse. In the afternoon I realize I hadn't used the plumbing all day because I kept thinking about Sarah's story about Miss Perkins waiting there to grab her? What's wrong with me?---my obsessive fears were keeping me from thinking clearly; obviously things like that aren't real! But I'm getting really uncomfortable, needing to pee badly. The teacher is in a foul mood and is keeping us busy with geography lessons, and she calls on me and asks me some question about a mountain in Colorado. I'm having trouble concentrating and say "Peak's Pike!". My classmates laugh, but the teacher is not amused. She tells me to come up to the blackboard and write "Pike's Peak" 100 times. By now I'm having trouble walking normally; I'm squirming in agony. After I've written "Pike's Peak" about 30 times, I say, "Mrs. Frederickson?". "Jimmy, I said 100 times!!!", she snaps. Can I last that long?? I keep writing on the blackboard. I start imagining pee shooting out of my dick through my pants into an arc in the air while everyone watches. I keep writing. Can't everyone see me squiriming?, I think as I'm writing "Pike's Peak" for the 73rd time. I'm having trouble shaping the letters correctly. "Jimmy!!" says Miss Frederickson, "Where did you learn to write a 'P' like that? Erase it and write it again, legibly!" I'm thinking of the sound of the initials, "P.P.". What seems like an eternity later, when I'm writing the 95th "Pike's Peak", a spasm forces a spurt of pee from me and I feel some warm liquid on my left leg. I look down and I'm surprised it doesn't seem noticeable. Nobody else knows. Finally I finish. I ask Mrs. Frederkson for permission to use the facilities. She asks why I didn't do that earlier and what's wrong with me, and grudgingly allows me to go. I run down the hallway in panic. Finally I get there. I'm in time. I open the door and head toward a urinal. Suddenly both of my arms are grabbed; I hadn't even realized anyone else was there. I look around and Miss Perkins' three female assistants have grabbed me and are restraining me. "I have to pee!!!" I scream. A familiar female voice says "Oh, you sure doooooo!". Miss Perkins. She sits down on the floor facing me as one of the assistants unzipps my pants and another is taking my shoes off. "What are you doing??" I shout. Miss Perkins says, "Now Jimmy, be nice. They're taking your clothes off. They're going to put you into a diaper." "But I haven't had an accident!!" I shriek. "That's alright", Miss Perkins says. "You will, soon enough." This doesn't make sense. Miss Perkins is the school nurse, with a job to do. This isn't consistent with who and what I school nurse is and does. In a minute I'm completely naked. I am physically weaked by my condition and I can't squirm out of the grasp of the three assistants. Then I can't believe I see a thick white cloth diaper. I gasp and try to squirm out of the grip of the three young women. To no avail. Then they're slipping the thick absorbent cloth under my crotch, then wrapping it around me, then snapping it into place. Then one of the grabs my right foot and starts forcing it through the leg hole in a set of clear plastic pants. Miss Perkins is smiling broadly and staring at me. She says "I love this part where they realize they can't escape!" Soon I'm dressed just the way Sarah was when I saw her at the assembly. I'm trying as hard as I can not to wet myself. Miss Perkins says, "Jimmy, are you ticklish?". "No!!!!!!!!!!" I shriek. Then suddenly a feel something in my crotch area: I've lost control. I'm about to pee. I can't stop it. _Why_ didn't I use the lavatory earlier, when I had the chance? Then I can actually feel the pee moving inside me, up through me dick. Then its flowing out and I feel warm fluid on my skin. I feel it shooting upward and flowing downward toward my crotch. Then it's gathering in a pool at the bottom of my crotch. My dick stands up very straight and I feel warm pee shooting up to just above my waist. It's flowing fast, and now the whole front of the diaper is soaked. It keeps on flowing. Miss Perkins lets out a long cooing noise. She loves watching what's happening to me. I think 'that's enough' and try to stop. But I no longer have even the tiniest bit of control. The assistants let go of me now and I just stand there peeing in front of Miss Perkins while she watches with delight. I stand there for the longest time and wonder if it will ever stop, and the diaper seems to be getting heavy. One of the three assistants says something about not having expected to get a job where she could have so much scope for expression of her omorashi interests. An unfamiliar word. Normally I would ask what it meant. But I'm standing there unable to stop peeing. I'm still peeing in my diaper when I hear the school's public address system telling everyone to report to the assembly room. Finally the fluid stops flowing. I'm soaked. Miss Perkins says, "Jimmy, no one will ever believe you if you tell them I did this." I know that's true because I remember Sarah telling me this incredible thing about Miss Perkins. I remember that Sarah also said she'd been required to sleep in the nurses quarters and that Miss Perkins like wetting her bed every night. Miss Perkins takes me by the hand and wants me to go out into the hall. I resist. I don't want to go out there where people will see me in a wet diaper. But she's adamant, and what can I do? A few minutes later we're in the assembly room and she's explained to everyone that the have another classmate who's imature for his age and belongs in diapers. She drags me out from backstage. She reminds everyone that this _will_ happen to them if they can't control themselves. I see that a girl in the front row looks very alarmed and is squeezing her legs together tightly.
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    This is classic Japanese Pinky porn violence. Patches provides this link: http://174.133.81.218:8080/pml/full.do?movieId=TerrifyingGirlsHighSchool Which has a link to the wetting scene, but as I've talked about elsewhere, I like seeing the whole thing, I can't find subtitles to this one so I'm not sure whats going on, if someone does I would be much obliged! Basically http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0451788/ Schoolgirls being violent to one another, empowering to women? Hard to say. In the scene girls force this one girl to drink lots of water and then prevent her from leaving class, she eventually wets herself and is terribly shamed. The scene is decently long and the rest of the film is VERY VIOLENT. Enjoy. Rachel

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  23. Hermione in peril It was 11:00 p.m. when Hermione realizes the time. She had been studyng that friday until night she was well known for all in the library, for that reason Mrs. Prince let her stays inside after the time to close. Two hours ago Mrs. Prince had told her “Time to close mrs. Granger” Hermione remembered herself saying “Just giveme ten minutes, please” The old libraryan knows what exactly means when Mrs. Granger use to ask for ten more minutes, in measns at least 45 minutes. -I am tired Mrs. Granger, I like to go to rest... but if you promise to close propertly whe you leave the library I can let you to stay here- -Sure Mrs. Prince I will, thank you- Answered the girl. The old woman left the hall echoing with her shoes. “Wow! I didn´t noticed the time!” She thougths, “Well, I supouse its better go to the bed” In the moment she stands up she realizes se had to go to the toilet, the pressure in her abdomen wasn´t so bad still, then she can take it easy until arrives to the comon halls of grifindor, it was not the first time, Hermione Granger use to igtnore the need to pee or to poop when she studies some topic of interest to her, in four ocasions she had about to wets her panties, one more she was about to messing herself and one more she had already started to dripping on her underwear before to reach the ladies room during the three years she had been living in Howards. She left the books in the pile indicated for the libraryan and left the hall, by the night, without students the castle seems frightful, she just had left the library when the sound of a known voice reached her from the next corridor, inmediatelly she identifies the owner, it was Draco Malfoy´s voice. His voice cames louder and louder, he was about to find her face to face soon, it wasn´t good at all, he was an unpleasent person to her, that she decides to hide behind an old armour and wait until Malfoy´s get lost in the dark corridor to Slytherin common halls. Quickly Hermione hide between the wall and the heavy armour just one instant before Draco appeared he was alone obviously angry talking with no one but himself. -Stupid Potter, if the dark lord weren´t so interested on him my father never askme to do this- in that moment, Hermione realizes he had a big long bag in one hand and small backpack in the other. “What was that?” She wonder, “Maybe its an magic artifact to hurt Harry, or another cursed objects” or just an muggle weapon, as a halfblood witch, she knows everything of both worlds, and the long black bag could be a riffle, but she discarted that option almost inmediatelly “No, that can not be, Malfoy nevers use muggle objects” “Anyway its better to investigate... just in case...” she thought and started to follow the young boy in silence. He keeps mourmouring indisctintly by the corridor, Hermione was trying not to make noise but her shoes and the high walls makes it dificult for her, she gets afraid to be listen when Malfoys suddenly stopped, Hermione´s Heart was beating like a drumb in that moment, but he keeps walking after a few seconds and turn to the left in the corner. Hermione lets herself to breath for a moment after keeps following Malfoys, she reached the corner and turn to the left wondering why Draco´s has get quiet when a sudden yellow ray from Malfoy´s wand reaches her at the same time the boy says -Petrificus Parcialis- She was taken by surprise and only had could move her hands at the half way to protect her face lefting her standing in a protective pose with both legs separeted, she couldn´t move any part of her body but her head. -Wh... what you did to me, Malfoy?!- She asked with a mixture of fear and anger in her voice. -Well, well, what is this?- says the slytherin boy sarcastly -Do you know that you don´t have to mind in the bussines of others, mudblood? Hermione gets more angry for that coment -What kind of enchantment is this?- -Oh! Calm down halfblood, it is the “petrificus parcialis” all your body is petrified except your head, it was used for interrogation by the Aurors, I supouse a nerdy girl like you should know that- She had to accept she didn´t know it. -The efect is temporal, it use to last twelve hours more or less, it will show you not to spy me, you stupid- -I wasn´t spying- lied the girl -I just left the library late when hear your voice, you try to do something bad to Harry- She explied -I just trying to find out what is in the bag and the backpack to prevent him- -Oh! In other words you weren´t spying, you were sneaking around- Hermione has not answer -Well, see you- says Malfoy and pick up her stuff -You bastard can not let me here like this! Come back right now you coward!- Says fourios the girl Malfoy´s never accept to anybody calls him a coward and for sure he won´t accept it from “that” girl. He turns to her and gives a vicious smile -Ok, as you wish...- and left the bags in the floor -Wh... what are yu doing?!- Ask in panic the young grifindor gal when Dracos aproaches to her and picked her up over his shoulder. He carries her whitout care of the protest of the girl -Let me down! where are you taking me?! You idiot!- Draco was getting upset for the protests of the girl -Be quiet Hermie- he says spanking her softly and lefting his hand over her ass. -WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU PERVERT?!- Claims the girl when noticed the hand of Malfoy over her but -Calm down, you don´t wanna fall, do you?- he says In that moment the pressure of the Draco´s shoulder in her tummy was increassing the urge to pee on Hermione, but she can not say it, NOT TO HIM! She only can do her best to prevent the potential accident in her panties. She close her eyes in a valiant efort to evitate her uretra open the gates of her urine. Finally when her blader was about to surrender to the pressure Malfoy stopped and put her down. He left her standind in the middle of the common dinning room. He was exhausted by the effort -Axio Backpack, Axio Bag- he says moving his wand in the air. After a seconds the stuff he had left in the corridor appeared floating in the air until stop in front of his owner. -Do you want to know what is in the bags, didn´t you?- Malfoy says opening the long bag and extracting a tripod, after that he open the small backpack and reveals an old fashion magic camera. That ones used for the wizards to take moving pictures. Hermione look at him not understanding -Why do you want that for?- -My father says the dark lord want to know all the movements of Potter, if I take a register of that maybe get his favors to our family...- He explained to her. -...but I supouse he doesn´t mind if I use it for myself a bit too- he smiled -What do you mean?- asked the girl fearing the answer -Well, I´m going to teach you why you do not mind in my bussines- says approaching the helpless chic. -NO WAIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!- Screams in panic the poor Hermione when she noticed he has starting to try to remove her skirt. -HE HE HE, I told you, I´m going to show you a lesson, don´t worry I am not going to rape you, I do not like the half blood girls anyway- Tells the boy finishing to tearing her skirt completely from up to down expossing the helpless Hermione . The girl underwear was white with skyblue lines and a pink ribbon in the front part. Hermione´s face turned to a red color. -Why you did that to me?- She asked in panic. As an answer Malfoy turn to see the camera. -Well, lets take a photographic session of a mudblood- He laught and the camera flash start to shoot at first the scared face of Hermione but after he starts to take pictures of her but and her pubic area, making close ups to her panties. -STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE!- Was beging the grifindo´s girl After several minutes of this humiliation Malfoy finished and sat in one seat of the common dinning room. -Well I supouse you have learn the lesson mudblood, aren´t you?- he told her in satisfaction Hermione was criying more of frustration and anger than shame. -Ok I will left you here until tomorrow, when the students come for breakfast they will find you like this- He stands up and begin to put the camera inside of the backpack. -NO! WAIT YOU CAN NOT DO THAT TO ME!- Screams the poor girl. -Yes I can- aswered the boy -The enchantment will last at least until noonday- -No, please...- started Hermione, the idea of all the students of the school arriving to the common dinning room and watched her in her underwear was really bad, but nothing compared to the idea of all the studenst arriving to the common dinning room and watched her in her WET underwear, or worst, she started to feel the urgency to poop now too. -...please don´t leave me here like this, I beg you- she said, somethin in her voice makes Draco suspect there were something else, somthing she had not said yet. -Why not?- he started at her -Because...- she was not sure about to tell him, but if she didn´t she was sure of something, she was going to pee and maybe to shit her panties right there, and she can not tolerate the idea of all of her partners waching her whitout skirt and in her dirty panties. -Well? Why not, mudblood?- -... because... I... I have to go to the toilet- she said and her face turns to a red color again. -And what?- asked him, he was enjoying the moment. -I... am... not sure if I can hold it until tomorrow...- was her answer and tears run through her face again, this time wasn´t for anger, she was feeling defeated. -Well you have to said that before- told her malfoy with a comprensive voice. For a moment Hermione breath in relief, but then Draco start to open the backpack again -Wait... what are you doing now?- -Well if you are going to wet your panties, that is a picture I can not miss- Laugh Malfoy -WHAT?! LET ME GO YOU PERVERT!- Hermione tries to move her body without results Malfoy finished to put the camera ready to take the pictures of Hermione wetting her panties and take a sit. -Let me go please, don´t do this to me- she pleaded. Malfoy start to laugh again -You can beg all you want, tomorrow in the morning all in the school will see you here in your wet panties, and I don´t know, maybe I decide to print the pictures and spread them to all students- Hermione at least lost all the will she had still and began to cry. -Come on, come on, it is not a big deal- said Malfoy, a girl like you never should be studying here. Hermione knows what he tries to say but she didn´t care anymore, she was using all here efforts to prevent the pee escapes from her body. The time hour by hour has making worst to the poor girl to hold on the pressure insides her, she was tired. To bite her lower lip and close her eyes from time to time was the only thing she can do to contain herself, luckly Malfoy has fall in a deep sleep and he doesn´t noticed the predicament in her face. Drops of sweat appeared in the forehead of Hermione, and she was wishing to can cross her legs to help her urethra, she started to cry softly again. There were almost six o´clock when she explode again in rage -LET... ME... GO... NOW!- Malfoy almost fall of the chair for the surprise, but inmediatelly recover himself -Or what?- -Let me go Malfoy, this is not funny, I have to go now, please!- Malfoy look at the watch in the wall and tells in a serious voice -In one hour more or less the students will come and i don´t want to lost this oportunity- He takes the camera and apraches to Hermione to make a close up her panties. Hermione starts to say something but stops when she feel the hand of Draco pressuring her belly -What..? NO! PLEASE NOT THAT!- -He, he, he! Come on, I know you can´t wait any longer, just do it- -No please don´t make me pee myself- she pleaded Hermione feels how her urethra open just a moment one drop of pee reaches the fabric of her underwear, then another and another, she was loosing the fight. -Stop, I´m beggin you- Malfoy doesn´t stop, he was occupied taking pictures of her panties waiting for a wet patch and a yellow puddle. He pressed more and Hermione couldn´t stop the pee this time, a rush hot pee lines runs down her inner legs a great yellow patch appeared and grow in her panties a puddle start to grow in the floor. Hermione was crying as never in all her life before -Why you did this to me? sob- Malfoy didn´t answer, he was taking pictures from the front side of her underwear, from her face, from the puddle, and her wet ass. The pee has made a bit transparent the fabric of Hermione´s panties let him to watch a bit her pubic area, and Malfoy couldn´t apart his eyes from this part of her body. -STOP WATCHING ME PERVERT!- She order – YOU DO WHAT YOU WANTED, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!- She can not support the idea of him looking at her in this situation, no more. -I change my mind...- He said in almost a wisper. -What do you want now?!- She asked. -I am going to remove those panties, you may catch a flu- he smiled at her. -What?! No please!- She was really afraid this time, it was getting worse and worse, he was about to... to... The hands of Draco reaches the hips of hermione, his finger take the soft fabric of her underwear, she order, and begged him to stop, but before he starts to remove her panties a voice came from the other side of the long dinning room. It was Peves floatting in the entrance -What do we have here? Two students doing dirtty things- he says aproaching slowly - It is not allowed to be in the castle at this hour- -HELP ME PEVES! PLEASE!- Scream Hermione Draco doesn´t wait the answer of the creature, runs away camera in hand and covering his face. Hermione breath in relief when she looks Draco gets lost in the exit of the right side. -Well, well, it looks like you peed your panties- said Peves, in that moment she realizes Peves may be worst than Malfoy in many ways, but at least he doesn´t hates her like Draco. -He... he make pee myself- she answered blushing again -Oh! I see, you are under a spell- he said laughing -Well, was my pleasure to rescue you- and he does a reverence, after that he start to float out the room. -No! Wait please, Peves- Hermione starts again -You... you can not left me here like this- -Why not?- -If you do it, everybody will watch me,m please you have to help me!- asked the girl -It is not my bussines, I have better things to do- -Please Peves, I need your help, I´l do everything you want, please I have to poop, and I can´t hold it anymore, if you don´t help me everybody will watch me not only in my wet panties, I will shit myself anymoment now. -Well... let me think it for a bit...- said Peves -...Maybe I´ll help you... maybe not... and you say you will do anything I want...- To be continued...
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