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  1. (Welp guess who decided to write their own story. Yep. Me. This is definitely not gonna turn out badly. Anyway, here's a little backstory stuff before the actual story begins. So enjoy my half-assed attempt at a story and my google translated mess.) For 69 years, The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics endured. When the Soviet Union was dissolved in 1991, it was broken up into fifteen independent nations: Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Georgia, Moldova, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus, and the largest of the former republics, Russia. There was, however an unofficial sixteenth republic, a tiny island off the coast of Kaliningrad, in the Baltic sea. It was known as Pisuaria, and it was quite a peculiar little place. It is one of the only, if not the only country in the world, where sexuality is not only celebrated, but urination as well. Their culture of what some people describe as "Omorashi" dates back nearly 700 years. the Bolshevik revolution of 1917, all of the old laws regarding sexuality were overturned, ending the old Tsarist order. However this did not last long, as Josef Stalin would recriminalize homosexuality in 1933. Pisuaria, which kept homosexuality legal in defiance of Stalin's law, was left alone, since they were so small and insignificant, not to mention reclusive. Even after the fall of the Red Titan at the end of the 20th century, the Soviet spirit still lives on in Pisuariya. Led by their Premier Yuri Nariya, the Pisuarian people enjoy a life of lewdness. CHAPTER 1: Alice Alice had only heard rumors about the mysterious island. People who probably have never set foot in Pisuaria make up tales of men and women not using public toilets out of fear of retribution from their ruthless dictator. Others give more of a positive view on it, telling about a dreamland where you can walk around nude in broad daylight, marry whoever you want (or however many people you want), and pee wherever your heart, or bladder, desires. Alice decided that she would find out herself what Pisuarian life really was like. It was a long trip, 10 hours on a plane from New York to Kaliningrad, and an additional hour and a half from the Kaliningrad harbor to the coast of Pisuaria, but she finally made it. However, she regrets accepting the complimentary large soda the Pisuarian ferry gave all of the passengers for some reason. She couldn't fathom why, but she didn't care right now. Right now, her bladder cried out for relief. Signs in Russian and Lithuanian greet the passengers coming off the docks, "Добро пожаловать в Советскую Социалистическую Республику Писуария!" "Sveiki atvykę į Tarybų Socialistinę Respubliką Pisuariya!" "Welcome to the Soviet Socialist Republic of Pisuaria," they all said. Alice steps off the boat and heads to customs, where she will soon be admitted into the land of secrets. A male customs guard, looks to be in his late 20s, stops Alice and asks for her passport. Hopping from one foot to the other, she obliges, desperate to find a bathroom. It takes them a few minutes to check her passport, but she couldn't wait a few more seconds. "Excuse me, sir," she asked, "Do you mind hurrying it up? I really need to use the restroom!" The guard looks at another guard and then chuckles. "Bathroom? Sure. There's one over there, and there, hell, the whole COUNTRY is a bathroom!" The guard seemed amuse by his little joke, Alice however was not. "I'm not joking, I'm about to pee myself. Please, I'm begging you, point me to a restroom!" The guard tells his coworker to stay there and finish checking her passport, and he escorts Alice to the bathroom. Then suddenly the strangest thing happened. Alice noticed that he was following her into the bathroom. "Uh, thank you, I can find my way from here." The guard replies, "I'm sure you can, but to be quite honest, I need to piss too." Alice concedes, hoping to just get it over with. She rushes into a vacant stall and shuts the door behind her. She pulls down her panties, lifts her skirt, and sits down on the toilet before letting out a forceful gush of piss. Alice lets out a moan of relief that could most definitely be heard by the guard, but she didn't care. She was in heaven right now. She peed for what felt like an eternity before she finished. As she wiped herself dry and pulled up her panties, she exited the stall to see a sight that no one would have believed if she told them. The guard was standing in front of the sink, his penis in hand, letting out a golden stream into the sink. Alice asks the man "What are you doing?!" He replies "I'm relieving myself. What does it look like?" "In the SINK???" "Oh, come on, it drains to the same place those toilets do," he says. "You know," he adds, "we Pisuarians are an open minded people, not like the rest of the world." He finishes pissing and zips up, "You'll find our way of life much more...liberating." Alice pondered for a moment, could it really be that the people here don't use public restrooms that often because they don't have the same stigma around public urination as other countries do? She had so many questions, but she decided to ask the most important one at the moment, "I forgot to ask, what is your name?" The man replies "Dimitri, pleased to meet you, eh..." "Alice," she says, "Pleased to meet you too, Dimitri." And that was the moment Alice knew she was in for an interesting trip.
  2. Hey so I've been thinking a bit more on this lately- Any of you guys ever feel the intense desire to experience peeing as a different sex? Like, biologically? Because there are some significant differences. Some are obvious, but others, less obvious, as I've learned through the years. We have physical differences that mean we can pee in different ways, but there are also so many other interesting things to consider to. So to start on a personal note, when I was a kid I was always really jealous of boys because I wanted so badly to be able to pee in a way that seemed so much more free than what I could do. I wanted to not have to pull my pants completely down, to be able to control my stream, to pee through small openings in emergency situations- (e.g. a bottle if I'm in a car on a freeway, or out a window because I'm stuck in a room for some reason, etc.)- or just for fun even, let's be real. I wanted to do so many things my anatomy just wasn't capable of but I couldn't and it bothered me. It wasn't until I entered adulthood that I realised this was mostly due to having a pee fetish. As a teenager, I did actually teach myself to pee standing. It still had its obvious limitations and took some time to master but it was GREAT- have not done it in a while though I will admit so I would probably mess it up if I tried now- and I have some experience with STPs- also great, but again, there are limitations. Even with all this, I do still find myself wishing I could experience peeing with an actual penis- I also wish I could experience cumming with a penis though too sometimes (no where near as badly though)- I have a hard time achieving orgasm and didn't have my first until I was 21- I feel it would be a bit easier it I had a dick sometimes haha- but I could very well be wrong about that 😅 don't get me wrong though, I do love my vagina and its surrounding areas. There are definitely some advantages there 😅 but speaking of, anyone also curious about climaxing as a different sex? I'm sure at least some of you are! Haha Anyway, I think its quite common to be curious about how it feels to pee as the opposite biological sex, even for those not into pee like all of us here, and I do remember doing some reading a few years ago that actually explained that the physical sensation of needing to pee differed between male and female bodies. The difference is apparently only slight, but I find that super interesting! And it just makes me more curious. But I also wonder, what is it like for people who don't fall into the category of male or female? Is the sensation for biologically intersex people different at all? Like, somewhere in between? There is a lot of variation in what is considered intersex so I imagine it would vary with the people depending on, I'm guessing, external genitalia, but I could be wrong. Its also interesting that even outside of our biological differences, there are different social expectations for different genders, and this differs in different cultures, as does how we physically position ourselves to do it. This is also something that- as I only know second hand through research and talking to friends- greatly effects transgender people. I can't claim to experience their experiences first hand at all as I'm not trans, but I've listened to several trans men, women and nb people talk about their experiences when it comes to peeing. There are a lot of things they are often made to think about that us cis people tend to take for granted, even those of us like us who think about peeing A LOT. So yeah, I know I dragged on a bit, but how curious are you guys about experiencing the physical differences? Or what about the social? And does anyone else have any interesting stories on being intensely curious or super jealous over it, like how as a kid I was jealous of boys?
  3. Didn't think I was ever gonna post anything, but here I am... Here's Tybalt getting desperate at one of their father's fancy banquets held in their estate's expansive garden. Normally they have a very large, strong bladder, but it seems those two glasses of wine made everything else they'd drank that night hit their bladder at warp speed! (Tybalt is a transmasc enby and uses primarily he/him pronouns, but since this little comic has him in feminine clothing I'm tagging it as female bc I figure that people who only like male stuff won't like it lol)
  4. Part two! They had to find a place away from the guests so they wouldn't get caught... Certainly lucky that they weren't wearing any underwear, at least!
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    **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty Once again, I was playing with someone online who made me hold it - the main challenge being cross-legged and trying not to use my hands or squirm too much. The third video is me emptying my bladder into some towels~
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  6. ok like. had a suuuper stressful day at work today but me and my bf were planning to like. idk he was gonna control my bladder and shit. and then i came home and got high and drank a ton of water... he was super forceful (in a consensual dom way not in a "hurtful" way ofc!) and denied me a piss whiile i was Super desperate... also made me keep sipping ice cold water and encouraged me to watch a desperate messy pee relief video while i was Bursting n abt to pop. we started to vc and i got suuuper whiny and got to a 9.9 and i counted down the seconds until that sweet relief permission ... then he let me go and i had to rush to the bathroom and i think i was dribbling a bit because i felt Too warm in my panties and i was pottydancing like crazy while setting my phone up in the tub so i could record my Huge Gusher and like. oh my god i had never been that turned on before in my life u can see my hardon while I Go in this LOOOL... i needed it so so SO bad and yea. anyways i peed HARD for a minute almost and then he praised me!!! a lot :3 hehe heres the vid link https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1VftyBqHw1NNebCvB9CmaDGpwR2wLwDsF?usp=sharing anyways yes... hi also this is the 3rd video ive submitted this week but i have been. insanely horny nonstop from my testosterone and this manic episode ive been having so like. lol
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  8. oh you know View File you can read the story here if u want Submitter sleeeeep Submitted 07/29/2021 Category Transgender (FtM)  
  9. I have complicated feelings about pull-ups etc. -- I don't much care for the aesthetic, and ABDL/anything ageplay adjacent is a pretty big turn-off for me. Even the word "diaper" throws up a big mental block for me. (No shade on you if that's your thing, though!) However, I do love getting desperate and pissing myself, and lately I've been thinking about how gettin' padded would solve a couple of ethical and logistical quandaries for me: - The mess stays contained and is easily disposed of, meaning I don't have to run so many loads of laundry. - If there aren't any leaks, I can pee myself in public without anyone having any idea. No consent violations, no puddle for some harried worker to clean up. - I could piss myself in places where a puddle is undesirable, such as in the car -- fewer inconvenient potty stops would enable more frequent holds and wettings. Additionally, I already like the idea of peeing into something absorbent -- towels are a favorite of mine -- so why not something absorbent I can literally wear? Let me pause here and give you the obligatory picture of myself: I'm a 26-year-old transmasculine, nonbinary person with short blonde hair and a great smile. I've been working out a lot lately, so my 5'3" body looks sturdy, if not buff. Also, I have nice tits. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ After a few false starts, heading into a Walgreens or Walmart and losing my nerve, this week I finally bought myself a package of "nighttime underwear." I paid cash and used the self-checkout, lol. My first attempt at putting one on didn't go very well. I pulled it up too quickly and ended up ripping the side. Not wanting to waste the dang thing, I sat in the bathtub and released my bladder, my piss quickly flooding out and puddling around my butt. Not a very promising start... But a couple days later, I decided to give it another try. I'd had a stressful couple of days with job interviews, so I decided to have some horny fun to relax. I drank plenty of water and carefully shimmied into a fresh pair of pull-ups. Then I sat down on the couch atop a waterproof blanket (just in case) and started to slowly let piss leak out of me. It felt... Shockingly good, and incredibly naughty. I retrieved my vibrator and held it against the slowly-filling undergarment. And then. And then. My phone rang. I switched off the vibe and quickly picked it up, blushing crimson. It was my recruiter, calling me to tell me I'd got the job. As she talked through the benefits package, I could feel my bladder protesting. I didn't want to be distracted by my growing desperation.... So I just let go. Piss gushed silently past my clit and puddled around my ass, slowly soaking in, while I enthused about the free vision coverage. I felt a little trickle escape and soak back into my shorts as I fully emptied my bladder. The recruiter had no idea. Needless to say, I came *hard* after that call finally ended. This isn't gonna be a lifestyle for me -- I just don't have any interest in that, and the dang things are expensive -- but as an occasional way to spice up my day? Hell yeah. Edit: Whoops, this probably belongs in the "experiences" section -- sorry about that. Not sure how to move it... Mods, halp?
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    There is no nudity in this one! FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty I was smoking and listening to music, and noticed I was getting desperate. I knew I was going for a shower anyways so I forced myself to hold it until - and then tormented myself by turning it on first. When the video starts, I had leaked already was shaking with desperation: from needing to pee so bad but also being so incredibly aroused.
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    **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty My very first file upload! 🌟 I was playing with someone online who made me endure challenges or sit in certain positions so I leaked. This included: pressing on my bladder, sitting legs open, laying on my belly and humping, and laying on my back legs up (clothed and nude). Most of it was captured in these moments. I do hope you enjoy~! 😘
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  12. View File Desperate Leaking and Pee **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty Once again, I was playing with someone online who made me hold it - the main challenge being cross-legged and trying not to use my hands or squirm too much. The third video is me emptying my bladder into some towels~ Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 08/04/2020 Category Transgender (FtM)
  13. I am going to shotgun a beer on an already weakened and filling bladder~ The plan is to wet myself, possibly more than once, at my desk. This is is something I have always wanted to do! But I have been afraid of getting caught or the mess. Well...now I'm far too ~horny~ to not try this. I have multiple towels on the floor, multiple on my chair, short shorts, and a depends. I want to soak things but not ruin things (but honestly fuck it if I do). AMA and play~ ♥
  14. This was a commission I did for Bathroomart on twitter
  15. Hiya~ About an hour ago, I did an unplanned hold and wetting (which I've also shared here). I know I'll be weaker; I've also been drinking lots of water and a big glass of ice tea - I can feel it starting to work it's way in. I think I wanna be naughty and wet again. I need to keep it contained to my room but I love wearing specific things, piling blankets onto my chair while uncontrollably leaking, challenges, etc. Give me ideas and/or challenge me~! I'll post updates as it hits me, as I am sure it will be sudden.
  16. View File Desperate Wetting and Masturbation (in Bathroom) There is no nudity in this one! FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty I was smoking and listening to music, and noticed I was getting desperate. I knew I was going for a shower anyways so I forced myself to hold it until - and then tormented myself by turning it on first. When the video starts, I had leaked already was shaking with desperation: from needing to pee so bad but also being so incredibly aroused. Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 11/20/2020 Category Transgender (FtM)  
  17. I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.
  18. Usually, when I play with desperation and wetting, I do it after finding that my bladder is rather full or after choosing to fill it, such as being forced to drink a lot of fluids. And usually, when I play with someone who orders me around and forces me to hold it, they're just a bit too nice. They let me go after a bit of begging and a few leaks. I don't mind, I mean, I'm dancing around and incredibly desperate and eager to empty my bladder. So I do! But this time was different. First, when I play, I try to find a friend over text or via Skype or something. If I can't get in touch with a friend, I try to get anyone's attention on here. But if I really want to play and I'm getting nothing back, I'll go onto Omegle. And in this instance, that's what I did. I typed in the key word interests and proceeded my hunt for someone who would torture me ruthlessly. At the start, I would say my desperation was probably about an 8. I was wearing some really tight light jeans. My legs were crossed hard already, I couldn't ignore the pressure of my full bladder. I chatted with a few random people, described my desperation to them, teased them with it. The waves of pressure started hitting me and I found myself starting to squirm a bit. No one was really torturing me just yet, just some chatting fun at that moment. One person made my dribble just one second, just to make my pussy damp. It didn't soak into my jeans or anything yet. But it made my bladder throb incredibly hard. I had to clench and tense hard to prevent any further leaking. By the time I finally found someone who was a strict enough Master, I had to keep my legs crossed and I was squirming far more frequently. I didn't think I was truly desperate as I could be, I mean I've been worse off before. He asked a lot of questions, mainly about my appearance, what I liked, and I answered them all. I was excited, glad to finally find someone terribly strict and straight forward. I loved it. His first order was for me to press on my bladder periodically with my hand, short and extremely hard thrusts. It hurt badly to do, I kept my legs crossed tightly and my thighs tensed hard together. It made me squirm in my seat even more. But I was even more surprised at my bladder control. I knew if I relaxed, I would for sure leak. Yet, when I pressed on my bladder, nothing dire occurred. I could feel the immense pressure of my extremely swollen bladder. But, I still felt like I had control. He then made me take my hand and curl it into a fist, shove it into my jeans and press on the bladder. The waist band of my pants kept my fist there, constantly pushing on that thing full of so much hot piss, so much. It made me moan and groan. I had to uncross my legs for this to work properly. It was hard, I was sitting forward and squirming so much. I had my poor pussy lips clenched hard. I couldn't stop panting and gasping as I began rocking back and forth. Then he did one of the worst things, he made me drink a cup of water. It made me whimper. I chugged the water down, my fist still pressing into my bladder. I informed him that I finished and he replied with saying I should turn my fist sideways, to create even worse pressure. Giving a gasp, I followed his order. Within minutes, I gave a hard spurt. It soaked through my underwear and made a spot on the crotch of my jeans. Telling me how dirty I was, he made me run my hand over my pussy under my pants and like my fingers, made me taste my dirtiness. I loved it, it was wonderful. I loved how badly he was treating me, how tortured and humiliated I felt. It made my clit throb and juices flow. Made me squirm harder, made my bladder ache even more. But he wasn't finished with me yet! He tortured me with more words, telling me all the things he would do and make me do. It made me hornier and more desperate. He ordered me to suck my fingers until they were dripping with my saliva and told me I had to shove them as deep as they would go up my ass, told me to fuck my ass. I asked him a question about the order, and he informed he that he didn't want to be made to repeat himself. It made my whimper and shiver, I loved his harshness. No one had been strict with me like that. And it was exactly what I wanted. I followed his order, sucked my fingers, and shoved them into my pants and up my ass. I had to stifle a moan and I shuddered. It took only a couple of minutes before I leaked twice, two little spurts. Pulling my fingers out of my ass, I gripped my crotch hard and told him about the leaks. My new Master of the night made a new order: I had to go refill my glass. I stood and gave a moan as all the fluid pushed forward against my urethra. I walked with my thighs pressed tightly together into the kitchen. Turning on the tap was even worse, it made be bend over and ram my hands into my crotch. I squirmed violently on the spot. Trying to hurry, one hand still in my crotch, I shoved the glass under the tap and filled it. But I wanted to wash my hand after ass fucking myself. Turning the water onto hot and pumping soap into my hands, I ran water over them. It was the worst moment, at that time. I squirmed and danced and scrubbed fast. I barely held it back. Turning to hobble back to the living room with my seat, I had to stop halfway to grip my crotch again and bend over. I sat down and immediately was squirming hard again, bouncing my legs and groaning with the rise of pressure. My desperation and risen violently, it just suddenly hit me, I could not sit still at all. But he wasn't finished with me yet and I didn't want to disappoint him. He told me I was to pour one third of the glass onto my chest. Not wanting to make a mess in the living room, I hobbled into the kitchen. I decided to bend over the sink, which turned out be a horrid idea as my jeans were pressed hard into my bladder. Gasping, I knew I had mere seconds to do this. So I poured the icy cold water over my chest. I have no idea how I managed, but I held it all back, I didn't even spurt. Sitting back down, I kept my hand in my crotch. He made me chug the rest of the water. Doing so caused a long hard spurt of pee to shoot out of me, full stream. It made my crotch completely soaked now, starting to go up around the ass of my tight jeans. I begged but he said no. I kept my hands in my crotch when I wasn't typing. At this point, I realized I had never been so desperate to piss in my entire life. I thought that previous occasions had warranted being considered unbearably desperate. But no, how wrong I was, I had no idea. This, this was real desperation. I was writhing in my seat, gripping my pee hole and gasping. He gave me another order, told me spit into my hand several times and then to rub my pussy so it would be covered in all my bodily fluids. I had to lick it. I felt so, so dirty, and I loved it. I was absolutely thrilled by it. I begged for release, to empty my bladder, but still he said no. It made me give a low sob. My bladder was absolutely throbbing with need, and I just wasn't allowed. He made me answer more questions and give descriptions of past events I had done. Told me what dirty boy I was, just how much of a slut I was. Made me admit that I would do almost anything involving piss. I said he could piss in all my holes, that if I had an owner I would never piss unless allowed, I told him dirty I was and just how much I loved it. Suddenly, another long and hard spurt exploded from my pussy. It dripped from between my fingers and soaked into the towel beneath my rocking ass. I was incredibly desperate, I can barely describe it. I was bouncing in my seat, rocking back and forth violently and gripping my crotch hard. Lifting my ass a bit, I gave a shiver and a longer spurt streamed out of me. I had to clench and tense everything, pressed so very hard on my pee hole to stop it. I told him all this, told him how the entire crotch of my jeans was soaked. How desperate I was. I begged, and so he told me I was to sit down and piss it all out into my jeans and the chair. But I couldn't it was a carpeted living room. He ordered it again, angrily this time. I gave a whimper and stood up from my seat, dancing and bouncing, twisting and holding my crotch with all my might. I said I would do it all over the kitchen floor, if he would please PLEASE just let me go. He said I could release on the condition that I told him just how much of a dirty little slut I was, and if I could convince him, I could go. I begged and begged. And I began. I told him: I'm such a dirty fucking slut, I love to be a whore for anyone, I would let anyone piss anywhere and in anywhere on my body, I'd piss myself in public, I would let them cum all over me. I begged and begged. And suddenly... He ended the chat. Horror tore through me, another long spurt slipped out, and I gave a moan. Had I not pleased him? No, I had! But this was his game! I wasn't given permission to let all that pee go yet. So I decided to hang on. I had no idea just how much time I had left. I had never been this desperate. Another long spurt escaped and I sat my ass down. That was an awful idea, within minutes, an even longer stream rushed out and completely soaked my ass. That was biggest leak I had ever made. Standing straight up again, piss was spilling from around my fingers gripping my pussy over my jeans. Another spurt, and then another. I was quickly losing this battle - but I had to hang on, I just had to. For his sake, I had to. But I was immediately beginning to realize this was impossible. Squirt after squirt, spurt after spurt of piss was leaking from me. And it didn't matter how much I tried, I just was losing this battle. My bladder was becoming too full, my urethra exhausted. Suddenly I felt it, pee was started to spill out in a constant stream. A slow stream, but I couldn't stop it. I could feel it running down my legs now. I hobbled, piss coming out no matter, into the kitchen. I threw the towel down and within seconds, the floodgates broke - against my own will. I legitimately couldn't stop it. At that point, I didn't care if someone came down and saw me there in the middle of the kitchen. I just didn't care. My bladder exploded and torrents of piss rushed down my legs, creating puddles at my feet. I tried to stop the flow, but I literally could not. It wasn't until there were huge puddles at my feet that I could finally stop it. I dashed upstairs to my room, stripped my pants and underwear off and went back to the kitchen. There I cleaned up my mess. As I cleaned, I realized my bladder was still swollen and that there was still so much piss in me. I groaned to hold it back when I squatted. When I finished cleaning, I put on some fresh underwear, sat down on the toilet and let my bladder completely burst, wetting through my underwear. It sent shivers and shudders through me of just pure pleasure. I relived the experience of the night over and over in those long moments that I pissed. There was so much of it. Taking them off, I remembered what a filthy whore I was and decided not to have a shower. I pulled on my pajamas and crawled into bed, remaining in my filth because I deserved it. Rubbing my clit hard, I came hard and bit into my lip to hold back my screams as my back arched upwards more than once. I writhed with the waves of my orgasm. Finally, I collapsed and sleep took me, with it, the dreams of my deepest fantasies of my bladder being truly controlled...
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