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  1. This is my first time posting on this site. I've been a lurker up until now. I decided to chronicle some of my experiences from when I was younger. Now, in my middle school days, I started doing things such as drinking lots of water, and holding it until I was too desperate to take it any more. It was my “Omorashi Renaissance.” Normally I didn’t hold it to the point of pain, but one time I had to go so bad it hurt after waking up, but didn’t go right away. My increasing experiences in holding had made me more comfortable with the urges to pee. Quite literally I was training my bladder to hold more. I laid in bed, enjoying the feeling of how full my bladder was, and pressed down on it, making me leak past my closed sphincter for the first time in memory. I laid on my front, and held myself, waiting a while longer to pee, then went to the bathroom after almost reaching a 10/10. Now that I've recalled the dull, uninteresting parts during my transition into adolescence, let me give you my two most memorable experiences from my childhood. ---------- For my first experience, I was... classes in 4th grade were out in portable classrooms, and at the time I was taking a medication that made me thirstier… so naturally I had to pee more often. This meant going all the way back to the main building, to the bathrooms, which were in the middle of the school. We also had some punch card or something for bathroom breaks, and if we didn’t use it all up by the end of the term, we would get a reward. Ordinarily, I didn't have to go during class, except for during lunch and the usual breaks. Well, one day, I didn't to go to the bathroom during lunch. By the time I sat down, I realized my mistake, but it was too late now. I was at a 5/10. Over the next hour, it got worse and worse, until finally, during a story time, I was at an 8/10. I’d never had to go this bad before. I was squirming like mad in my chair and holding myself, and finally I couldn’t take it any more. I got up and brought the punch card to the teacher in the middle of the classroom, which had all of the desks surrounding it in a circle around the outside of the classroom. I was holding myself and dancing, and everybody and their mother could see I was desperate. Thankfully, the teacher took one look at me, and took the card without question, so I was able to leave and go to the main building. By the time I was down the stairs and on the grounds, my desperation had decreased to a 5/10 for no apparent reason. I obviously hadn’t wet myself because my pants (and upon further inspection, my underwear) were still perfectly dry. It’s as if my bladder was trolling me for not going during lunch by making me get up and stand in the middle of an entire class of onlookers to ask to go. Naturally I made it to the bathroom without an issue, but it was rather embarrassing. ---------- When I was 10, I had a friend, a couple years younger than me, who would come and stay with me for the afternoon once a week, while they waited for their parents to get off work. I lived within walking distance of the school, but my friend lived in an adjacent town. One or two days he was at my house, he would go to the bathroom, then 30 minutes later he would go again. Meanwhile, I would come home from school, desperate, because for whatever reason I hadn’t gone all day. I had this stubborn streak of waiting to go until I was dancing around and holding myself, much to my parent’s annoyance. It could be while using the computer, watching TV, anything. I would wait until I was at an 8/10 before I would go pee. This was no different when he was around. I suppose I considered it a matter of personal pride that I wasn’t going every half hour, so I held my pee the entire time he was there, which could have been hours. My parents once made me go to the bathroom when they saw me holding myself and dancing while he was there, telling me it wasn’t good to hold it that long. Well, finally, his mother got another sort of arrangement so that he wouldn’t have to stay at my house. But he was a friend, and we often played Twisted Metal 2 on my Playstation 1 together (God I miss that game), so I was going to miss him. But that still didn’t keep my pride from making me hold my pee for the two hours he was there. I already had to go quite a bit since we got home, I was maybe a 5/10. The minutes ticked by, and just half an hour into it, I was squirming while trying to blow up the AI with my character in Twisted Metal 2. I was starting to get desperate to go, but still I kept holding, and kept silent about it. As the time dragged on for what seemed like hours, my need to pee grew worse… 6/10. I started grabbing myself to make it easier to stave off the urge. 7/10. I missed a shot and fell off Antarctica because I was getting impossibly distracted by how desperate I was. Just over one hour in, I was at an 8/10, and was just about as desperate to pee as I had ever been. But I was determined to hold it until his parents came. My left hand was permanently glued to the front of my pants, and I could not stop squirming as I sat on the floor next to my friend in front of the TV, who appeared to take no interest in my plight. As my urges peaked, my sphincter kept threatening to release by itself. The next hour was driving me mad. The urge was so strong I thought I might burst. I could feel it in my teeth, I imagined I was that character, Johnny or whatever his name was, in Ed, Edd, and Eddy where his pupils started floating upwards as pee filled his eyeballs. I had no idea how I was managing to keep it in, I was so desperate. I kept feeling my sphincter loosen it’s grip when another wave of desperation came, and I held myself for dear life. I was going to wet myself if he didn’t leave soon, I thought. I was perfectly capable of getting up, walking into the bathroom, and going, but I just would not do it. I didn't want to go. I would not succumb. Then, just as I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, I started to feel a new sensation in the middle of my pelvis. Pain. It was starting to hurt. I started to panic in my head. Is this what my parents meant when they said it wasn’t good to keep holding it? Was I hurting myself? But my pride still somehow kept me from going, until finally, a few minutes later, I heard a car pull up in our driveway. I was in mild to moderate pain now, and was still holding myself for dear life. I ushered my friend out of our house a little more forcefully than was polite, dancing around with my hand in my pants the entire time, as I had to go NOW. Never before had I been this desperate to pee. When the front door closed, I speed-walked straight for the bathroom, tore my pants down, and took the most satisfying piss I had ever taken up to then. I was... um, 'drained' after that, and I realized that I had just held it that long without wetting myself. I had held it rather long before. My childhood was filled with times where I was sitting at the computer, desperate to pee, but not willing to get up because I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, until finally I couldn't take it any more. But this memory has stuck in my mind more than anything. Because this is the day that I had discovered the thrill of holding it... I liked that feeling! This was the day I discovered Omorashi.
  2. Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
  3. View File Urination Domination - Blake&Steel From GirlsOutWest.com: Urination Domination PT1 with australian beauties Blake Wilde and Steel *contains nudity* Desperation, teasing and a lot of lesbian action. Submitter Delirio91 Submitted 08/29/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans  
  4. This girl I liked my first year of college. She liked me too I think. She had short black hair, cute face, skin that was white with just a hint of tan. She wore a black t-shirt and white short shorts that night with sneakers. We all sat at a table. All of the sudden, I feel something on my leg. At first I dismissed it. The girl looked at me quick and smiled. Then, I felt it again. Looked down and she kicked off her sneakers and socks, and rubbed her barefoot up my leg. Her toes tickled my skin and it made me shiver in excitement. Through the dinner she drank at least four glasses of water. Soon I noticed she was getting antsier. Squirmed in her seat as she held her chin up by one hand and the other on her crotch. Her feet and ankles crossed as her legs shook. After an hour of that she excused herself to the bathroom. It was down the hall and I saw her from the table. She knocked on the bathroom door. Occupied. She bounced here and there. I heard her knock again and ask, "Almost done? Kind of fighting a losing battle out here," in a strained voice. The bathroom had been unoccupied all night. I did NOT keep her from going, I even asked if she had to go. She denied for like an hour. She pushed her hands on her crotch and walked out of the hall and stared at the hutch trying to distract herself. Her tight short shorts around her round ass, legs tight. The bathroom door opened, but someone in the other room walked out and into the bathroom before her. She was like, "what the f--k!" Bouncing and losing control. Then, I saw her place a hand on her mouth as she turned red and a yellow puddle formed around her from the stream out of her short shorts. She was humiliated as all hell. Probably thought things with us were over. Boy was she happy when I said that only made her hotter lol
  5. its been a while since ive posted I know but thought id bring you this. its my favourite video of all time. was removed from the only site it was on years ago and found it today buried in the back of my folders !!!ENJOY!!! tights.m4v
  6. Found this searching XTube. Nice desperation and peeing. Nudity near the end https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/holding-challenge-till-my-bladder-is-bursting-and-wetting-32200602 Holding challenge till my bladder is bursting and wetting.mp4
  7. RandomWetName

    female Procrastination is a B-

    So this is a short story of something that happened yesterday. I had to finish working on a tedious school assignment causing me to procrastinate a lot. I figured as a way to motivate myself I would not allow myself to leave my chair, not even for bathroom breaks until I finished it. And considering the amount of water I drank I knew it would become a race against the clock... Well, it did not take long before I got distracted again. By omorashi.org, out of all places. I was scrolling around on the forum, looking for some nice stories. Googled for some hot wetting videos I haven't seen yet and before I knew it the urge hit me. Knowing I made a promise to myself I quickly got back to work. When I was close to finishing my assignment I got trouble concentrating. I figured since I was nearly done and since I did not want to make a big mess I could use the bathroom now. As I stood in front of the toilet I thought to myself, what is the point of a promise to myself if I do not live up to it anyway. I figured letting out a small leak as a way of self-punishment would be in place. However, because of my strong urge the spurt was bigger than I anticipated. A lot bigger! A big spurt shot out off my boxerbriefs into my grey trackpants causing my crotch area to get fairly wet. Wet enough to change into some clean pants before finishing up my assignment...
  8. Themaster258

    A Milovana pee holding challenge

    Hello everyone, I'm not what you'dcall a regular poster on here but I still exist. Last wednesday I decided to have a bit of fun. I managed to stumble upon a milovana challenge made by:davidparker265. It was really satisfying to watch timers tick down while trying to hold it. I wanted to do my own challenge. The I'm peeing button was a great idea and I took that idea for my own challenge. Here it is:The challenge I designed the challenge with having to pee already in mind, but not necessary. It doesn't really have a fixed time limit, the first part will keep going until you are desperate enough to proceed to the second part. The second part is designed to make you lose control. I felt this was a bit trickier to do, some people seem to have an incredible holding capacity while people like me can't last 20 minutes at that part. Give it a try if you want. I would love some critique and experiences. And of course. Have fun. I never imagined that making this would be so much work. I just had ideas after ideas and new branches and more stuff. I cut about 70% of all ideas end still ended up over 250 pages. Some of the later challenges are not as fun as some others I feel, maybe I have to edit these. Like I said, critique me please. I designed some of them with stupid spontaneous ideas. For example: You can decide to go out in public. Somebody might feel comfortable with the idea in the heat of the moment, but later regrets it. Too bad I made them lock their pants... I also tried to time everything so nobody reaches the end. But hey, my math could be way off so every path ends with something impossible or letting go. And if some of you really do the public path, pics or it didn't happen.
  9. Edith had to go pee. Right. Now. She'd had to go since about five minutes after their last pit stop. Edith was incredibly determined to make it to their next planned stop without asking for the bathroom. She knew it was a hassle for Mom and Dad to make another stop and have to unbuckle her little brother from his wheelchair. She bit her lip and looked out over the landscape. She could've sworn they'd crossed the border over to Utah by now, but she hadn't seen any signs. She longingly looked at the gas station as they drove by, wishing Dad would need to stop and buy another pack of smokes. Edith adjusted her legs, trying not to draw attention from her three siblings. Her older brother, Elias, pushed up his red wire-framed glasses and scrunched up his nose as he stared intently at his Gameboy Advance. It was one of those cool flip-up “SP” ones; Mom and Dad had just bought it for him for his 14th birthday. Edith was jealous; she was stuck with Eli's hand-me-down old school Gameboy and Pokemon Blue. Eli had saved up his allowance to buy Pokemon Sapphire, which looked amazing on that little back-lit screen. Edith tried to focus on her jealousy instead of her desperate urge to pee, but it wasn't working very well. She quickly pressed her legs together and tightened her hold. Edith winced, realizing she might not make it much longer. “Daddy!” Edith's younger sister, Esther, called from the back seat of the van. “What is it, pumpkin?” “Daddy I need to go pee,” Esther sang the word 'pee' like she was auditioning for a musical. It was like the eight-year-old was expecting woodland creatures to carry her off to the toilet at the drop of a hat. “Can you hold it, princess? We just passed a gas station, but we can pull over as soon as another one comes along.” “I can hold it for a while,” Esther reassured their dad. Edith, on the other hand, was bursting. She was jiggling her legs, doing a kind of seated potty dance. “Can you stop that for, like five seconds?! Please?! I'm trying to concentrate,” Elias barked. Edith crossed one leg over the other, trying not to bounce too much. She felt a tiny stream of pee escape and drip into her Paul Frank panties, but quickly plugged the flow. She stuck her hand between her legs and held herself. Edith was thankful that Elias wasn't paying close enough attention to realize how desperate she was. On their last family road trip, before their youngest brother Ezra was born, Elias had taunted Edith the whole trip. Every time she needed to go to the bathroom he told her to think about waterfalls and made gushing and spurting sounds with his mouth. She peed her pants only twice the whole trip, but Elias never let her live it down. Edith's bladder had become stronger than it was when she was five, going on six. Now at eleven, almost twelve, she felt like she was grown enough to handle holding it. And she wouldn't let Elias win this one. Another spurt erupted from her urethra, dampening her panties and possibly her embroidered denim shorts. Edith was afraid to check. “Daddy! Oh my gosh, I see a gas station!” Esther squealed with joy from the back seat. Ezra, who had been quiet for a while, let out a goofy laugh. “Perfect timing,” Dad said, “I'm ready to stretch my legs.” Edith squeezed her quivering legs together and leaned forward. It was about time; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for. Dad pulled into the gas station and unlocked the van. Esther flung open the sliding door and ran, holding herself, for the gas station door. Elias closed his Gameboy and shoved it into his backpack. “I gotta go too,” he said, running after his youngest sister. “Edie, would you help me with Ezra?” Mom asked. “Um,” Edith squeaked, pressing hard on her urethra, unsure if she could even get up without letting loose. “It'll only take a minute, hun,” Mom reassured her. “Mom, I really need to-” “Can you unbuckle him and I'll unload the wheelchair?” Edith cautiously got up from her seat, being very careful not to disturb her too-full bladder. She could feel the pressure as she changed positions and slipped into the back seat. Her five-year-old brother stared off in the distance, seemingly unaware of the world around him. He smiled and waved his arms as if he were conducting an orchestra. Edith wondered for a moment what Ezra would be like without cerebral palsy. She unbuckled him from the wheelchair car seat contraption that was especially built for the family's van and Mom lowered him and his chair down the ramp. Edith was still trying to disguise her potty dance, but failing terribly. Mom wasn't paying any attention, but if she had been, she would've shook her head and told Edith to just go. From the corner of her eye, she could see her little sister running back to the car, holding a giant bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. They were Dad's favourite and she'd suckered him into buying a bag for her. Edith sighed; she was a little jealous, but at least the bathroom was free. She slowly headed towards the gas station bathrooms, every few steps having to squeeze herself. A few tiny drips of pee made their way down her leg, but nothing drastic enough for anyone to notice. When she finally made it to the bathroom door, she felt like she'd finally found her oasis. Edith let out a giant sigh and tried for the door. It didn't budge. She tried again. “Hey! I'm peeing here!” Elias bellowed. “Elias?!” “Can I not just use the bathroom in peace?!” “Eli- I-I really need to go... can you please...” “Seriously, can you give me a damn minute?!” Edith could hear the sound of a fast, hard stream and it made her even more desperate. She was ready to let go, but she couldn't. She could hear that he had finished and had flushed, but he was taking his sweet time washing his hands. “Eli! Please! I really, really, really need to go!” A loud groan came from inside the bathroom. “I'm almost done, for god's sake!” Edith banged on the door again, “Hurry!” she shouted in a voice that was almost unrecognizably desperate. She was hopping and dancing, trying to keep it all in. None of it was working. She felt a leak and held herself tighter. Moving around wasn't helping, but standing still was next to impossible. She tried to hold her breath and close her eyes. She thought about the last time she'd been in this much trouble. During Spring Break, she went on a Girl Guides camping trip and had drank almost a whole two-liter cola as a dare from another girl in her cabin. She didn't have time to use the toilets before they left camp. Edith had to hold all that soda for what felt like an hour on the bus. Thankfully, the girl sitting next to her also needed to use the bathroom and they helped each other through the situation by distracting one another. Edith made the mistake of making her partner laugh, though, which ended in her bus mate losing control before they got back home. Edith still felt bad about that whole scenario. The girl who wet herself never came back to Guides. Edith knocked on the door again. “Elias! I-I have to go really b-badly! Please... let me go pee!” She heard the sink and Elias pushed the door open. “God, you're so impatient!” he grumbled. Edith gave him a half smile and let herself into the dirty bathroom. She didn't want to sit on the seat, but she had no choice. Time was running out. Another tiny trickle escaped into her already soaked panties. She pulled down her shorts with some difficulty and sat down on the grimy toilet seat, feeling a hard rush of urine... fill her underwear. Edith gasped, realizing her mistake. There was no going back now. The Paul Frank money on the front of her panties was completely soaked through and she could feel pee sticking to her hot skin. She looked down at her shorts and realized that they were much wetter than expected. A large wet spot had gathered at the crotch and backside of her shorts. She swore she'd held most of it in! Edith wanted to cry. She couldn't go back to the car with wet shorts. Her heart was throbbing with anxiety. She finished peeing and went to the sink, trying to wash the urine out of her panties and shorts. The water was just making everything worse. She tried to blow dry her clothes in the push-button hand dryer, but it barely worked. Tears streamed down Edith's face. She would never hear the end of this from Elias and Esther. She pulled on her soaking panties and drenched denim shorts and made her way back to the car. “Edie, honey, are you okay?” Mom asked. Edith shook her head. “I... I had an accident,” she whispered. “We've got some clean clothes for you in the back of the car,” Mom replied. “Your brother and sister don't even have to know.” She handed Edith a backpack and sent her back to the bathroom. But before she could wander off, she heard Elias snickering. “Ha! Did you pee your pants, Edie? That's hilarious!” he laughed. Esther rolled down the window of the front seat. “Oh my gosh, you peed your pants?! Are you, like five?!” Esther giggled mercilessly. Edith's lip quivered. She wanted to run away and cry, but she just stood there, trying to cover her soaked jeans.
  10. randomkath

    female The Rough Seam

    This short story was inspired by "What other fetishes do you guys have?". Special thanks to Jeffery Mewtamer and Curiousanon. The text calls bullshit on the notion that women are only able to enjoy erotica when they are sweet, romantic, and plot-driven. This is none of these things. In contrast, it is nothing but 9700 explicit words of pure fetish fuel, written to satisfy the author's personal kinks. It also serves to expose the author as a twisted pervert and raging lesbian. No apologies. You have been warned.
  11. Hello everyone! I've taken a few breaks from writing lately, but I got this idea stuck in my head for the last few days and I thought I'd share with everyone! I've got a few chapters planned, not sure how far I'm going to take this story. We'll see where it goes! Enjoy! Chapter One: At the Mall Skylar Grayson was as happy as an eighteen-year-old senior of Biltmore High could be. At least, in the fall she would be a senior. Her birthday had come at the very end of her junior year, and with it a beat-up Volkswagen Beatle her parents had bought her. She had a summer of fun and freedom ahead of her before her final year of high school, and Skylar was determined to make every minute of her it count. She had her entire summer vacation planned with parties and beach trips, even a visit to Disneyland as it was only about an hour drive. However, one thing she did not plan on was a little bit of self-discovery… It was a few days into her first week of summer break that Skylar woke to an overcast sky, not uncommon living so near the beach. It was a bit humid as well. But that was fine. She smiled, stretching as she sat up in bed, her messy auburn hair tumbling over the side of her shoulder. She got out of her bed to get ready for the day. She chose a loose, Boho styled brown skirt that layered itself longer in the back, exposing her thighs in the front, and a white lacy tank top to go along with it. She picked out a pair of emerald green panties, foregoing a bra. She wasn’t flat chested by any means, but her breasts were just small enough and perky to be able to get away with going braless for some time yet. She showered and dressed, admiring her simple summer outfit in the mirror. It looked good on her slight, willowy frame. She pulled her hair back into a simple messy bun and touched on a little bit of makeup to complete the look. She was going to go meet up her friends at the mall. They only had a few days until Chad Miller’s senior party. He’d been the most popular boy in school since she was a freshman. A year older, he’d be going away to college in the fall. And this would be the last party he’d throw in their hometown for some time. Not only that, but it was the first party of the summer and it was going to kick off with a bang, as all of Chad’s parties did. She grabbed an iced tea from the fridge instead of breakfast, not wanting to gain weight before the party, and headed out. It was humid, but not too horrible. There was a slight breeze too. Keeping in mind with the whole no gaining weight plan, she decided to walk to the mall. It wasn’t far from her house. Besides, gas prices were so high! She played on her phone, texting her friends Amberly, Christina, and Monica while she sipped her tea. They were all meeting outside the Cheesecake Factory in about twenty minutes, plenty of time for her walk there and finish her tea. Halfway there she wondered if she ought to have brought her umbrella. Was that thunder in the distance she heard? Or was it her imagination? She shrugged it off. They were going to an outdoor mall, so if they got rained on they got rained on. Besides, with so many stores one of them was bound to have an umbrella if she needed. Once she had arrived, she greeted her friends cheerfully. They’d all driven over in the old mini van that Monica had saved up for, so Skylar was last to arrive. They didn’t mind though. Her friends had grabbed drinks at Starbucks. Her best friend, Christina, had of course bought her a vanilla bean Frappuccino for her so she’d be included. “Aw, thanks so much! Let me finish this really quick,” Skylar said happily as she downed her tea, tossing the bottle before taking the Frap. “Sure thing, its so humid today,” Christina said “we better stay hydrated” The girls agreed, sipping their drinks happily as they walked through the outdoor mall. They went over styles, discussing various dresses and outfits they liked. They wandered in and out of stores, trying on outfits. The heat and humidity drove them to get waters and juices and cokes throughout their trip. The other three girls had stopped for bathroom breaks twice now, but Skylar always opted to stay outside and hold their bags. “God, how big is your bladder anyway?” Monica laughed “I almost peed my pants while that girl was zipping that dress for me!” “I don’t know,” Skylar laughed back “I’ve always been able to hold it pretty well, I guess.” Truth be told, Skylar wasn’t a huge fan of public toilets. They were smelly and dirty and the gap between the doors and underneath always made it feel like she was peeing in full view of everyone in the bathroom. Besides, they were almost done shopping. She could wait until she was back home. At least, that’s what she assumed. What she didn’t count on was running into Courtney Higgins while they were shopping. It wasn’t that Courtney was a bad person, but…she was particular. Especially so about clothes, and since it was such an important party coming up she was absolutely in Perfectionist Mode. When she joined their group, it easily added another two hours of detailed shopping for the perfect dress. And the perfect shoes. And the perfect accessories. And the perfect makeup. And the perfect back up outfit just in case. And Skylar was absolutely dying. She sat on a fluffy armchair in the waiting area of what she swore was the fifteenth changing room as Courtney tried on about twelve pairs of jeans that made her butt look exactly the same. She had her legs pressed tightly together, determined not to cross them or fidget. Her friends would catch on and take another bathroom break and she really, really didn’t want to have to use the mall bathrooms. Oh God…! I have to pee soooo bad… Skylar thought as she shifted her weight in the chair. Her bladder was full and tight inside her, the shift sending a painful spasm through it. She grit her teeth, jiggling her leg up and down. “I wish Courtney would hurry this up,” Amberly sighed, fidgeting with boredom herself, “We’ve already got our outfits…” “She already has her outfit too,” Christina said irritably, “she just wants like twenty-three backups just in case she changes her mind.” “Do we need to really sit here for this?” Monica mused “Guys, be nice, it would hurt her feelings if we ditched her,” Amberly sighed. “I do have to go soon though,” Skylar added. Back to her house, yes…but more importantly to a toilet. “Hey what do you think about this pair?” Courtney asked, modeling her jeans “Yeah, those look good” Monica said “But my mom, like, JUST called me and said I need to be home in like an hour…” “Yeah,” Amberly added, jumping at the opportunity “And Monica was our ride so…” “Boo, that sucks,” Courtney said, “well, I’ll buy these and we’ll head out. Want to grab Starbucks before we go?” “Yeah, that sounds great,” Christina said happily. No! Oh god no it doesn’t! Thought Skylar as she shivered, the thought of putting more liquid in her body made her bladder scream. Courtney went back to change, coming back out a few minutes later with her pair of jeans so she could check out. Oh no…I…I have to stand up Skylar thought as a sheen of cold sweat broke out over her body. She swallowed as everyone else got to their feet with no trouble. She had to make it look like that too. Slowly, she rolled herself up to stand. Her bladder did not appreciate that one bit. It sent a painful tremor up her spine, making her gasp and bend over, grabbing the arm of the chair for support. “You okay Sky?” Christina asked right before Skylar grabbed herself between the legs. She managed to halt the movement, pretending to adjust her skirt instead “Y-yeah, my leg was just asleep” she lied, but Christina nodded and turned around to go with the other girls. Skylar stood still for a moment, barely breathing. Ohhh…I’m so full…I have to pee RIGHT NOW! She thought, desperation making her tremble. The group was already near the check out line, which Skylar noted with a groan, was long. She had to get through it though. She couldn’t have an accident in the store. She’d wait until after and just use the Starbucks bathroom. They were usually nice enough, and this was an emergency. Skylar took a hesitant step toward the line, but the moment she did, her bladder gave another hard throb. She bit her lip and shoved both hands between her legs, squeezing herself with all her might. Aaaah! Oh no no no…! I..I can feel my pee…its right about to come out! Her legs twisted together on their own as she felt hot pee travel down her urethra and she jammed her fingers against her hole as hard as she could. Another sensation throbbed between her legs, but it wasn’t the need she was experiencing. It…was pleasure. That…that felt good, to touch herself like that with her bladder about to burst. The confusion gave her a moment of clarity, a moment where she was able to regain a little control over her bladder. She swallowed hard and walked, quite stiffly, to where her friends were standing in line. They thought nothing of it, as they figured it was just her sleepy leg making her walk so stiffly. Waiting in line was agony. Skylar bit her lips red, trying to keep her moans whimpers stifled. Her body shook with the effort of holding back her pee and keeping her potty dancing to a minimum. She couldn’t stand still even if she wanted to. Her bladder throbbed as she resigned to stand still, legs pressed tightly together but not crossed. Not yet. Suddenly, a crack of thunder echoed overhead, making all her friends jump and gasp from shock. Skylar was no exception to this; however, her shock wasn’t the thunder so much as it was the hot burst of pee that came jetting from between her legs. No! No no no! Oh god I’m peeing! I’m peeing right here! She crossed her legs tightly and jammed her fingers against her spurting pee hole. Nnnn…it’s coming out so fast… And indeed, it was, she was nearly pissing at full force. Her bladder was so full it was all going to come out at once and make a huge, shimmering yellow puddle on the white tiled floor of the boutique shop… But it didn’t. By some miracle, she managed to stop the flow. She got her thighs and hand all wet in the process, her panties were completely soaked, but there was only a few drops that had splattered against the floor. She shivered, trying not to breathe so hard as her friends all giggled about the fright they had, oblivious to Skylar’s tiny accident. I peed…I totally just peed right now…not all the way but it came out… She shivered, biting her lip as she walked forward with the group. Her bladder wasn’t so rock solid anymore, and she felt like she could breathe a little easier. For a moment, she wondered if that brief release had been enough to let her make it home. She didn’t quite feel the urge as bad. Just as she was building some confidence on the matter, rain began to pour against the roof, splashing down the windows outside. Oh fuck…she thought, eyes widening at the downpour. The sound…the sight of the water flooding down the window…Her bladder pounded. Her rapidly chilling wet panties teased her opening and she bit her cheek as a few greedy drops of pee warmed them right back up again. By the time Courtney had paid for her jeans, Skylar was dripping pee into her panties near constantly. With each dribble, she felt a tingling sense of pleasure and relief. She was certain she was leaving a little trail from the counter to the door, but she dared not to look. And, she consoled herself, even if she was there were so many people running in from the rain that the floor was getting wet anyway. “What should we do?” Courtney wondered as they hesitated by the door “make a run for it?” Oh right. Starbucks. In her crisis, Skylar had completely forgot. She’d been so focused on not letting her bladder loose all over the pretty white floor that she’d forgot about the plan for Starbucks. And running? Could she do that? She squeezed her muscles tight and pressed her legs together. It didn’t feel quite so full…and Starbucks was only seven stores down, a straight shot up the pathway. I…I can make it Skylar resolved I have to make it. I’ll go to the bathroom in Starbucks, its just right there…I can hold it and run. I’ll run right into the bathroom. “Let’s go,” Skylar said “It’s not that far, we won’t get like, super wet.” Her friends agreed and they stepped outside under the awning, planning their dash. “On the count of three!” Amberly said Oh god its so cold…my bladder is shaking… “One…” Aaaah…my pee! I feel like its going to come out again… “Two…” No…no not yet…aaaah…ohhh its warm… “Three!” They took off in a sprint, Skylar running in a desperate haze right along with them. Her hazel eyes focused on the Starbucks ahead. The bathroom was there. She could pee in there. She barely noticed how the cool summer rain soaked her skin and clothes, but she did notice the spurts of pee that burst out of her with each step that crashed against the wet concrete floor. They reached the Starbucks in mere moments, ducking under the awning. “Guess we weren’t the only ones with this idea,” Monica chuckled as the line wrapped outside to where they stood. “We’re totally soaked,” Amberly sighed, “Oh well.” Their conversation fell on Skylar’s deaf ears. She stood behind them, gripping her shopping bags. She had intended on running right past the line, right inside to the bathrooms, but she just couldn’t make it that far. Standing there, right beside all her friends, as they chatted and laughed about the rain, Skylar’s bladder burst. A torrent of golden pee sprayed out from between her legs. She had no choice but to spread them a little in her body’s natural move to void the entire contents of her bladder. It hissed loudly, the only sound Skylar could hear, and splashed into a rain puddle below her. She gripped her shopping bags tight, looking down as she watched in horror as rivulets of pee streamed down the inside of her legs, creating warmth inside her flats. It’s…coming out…it’s all coming out… “Ahhhh…” Skylar sighed softly, eyes fluttering shut as she gave into the warm relief spreading through her body. It feels so good…I’m peeing and it feels so good… She felt like she could pee forever, so much was coming out. She shivered, from the pleasure of release rather than the cold, feeling her skin prickle. She pushed her muscles, making sure her pee sprayed out hard and fast. She had to swallow back a moan as a pleasurable sensation tickled hot between her legs. She recognized that sharp sensation, and it made her blush. The last of her pee trickled out, leaving her breathing heavy. And then she remembered she’d just done this in front of her closest friends. She swallowed thickly, looking slowly up at her companions for their reaction. After all, she’d just totally pissed herself like a toddler in front of them and an entire Starbucks line. They were all still chatting amongst themselves. Skylar blinked. She’d just stood there and peed, she peed an entire ocean it seemed, and they hadn’t noticed a thing. She stood upright, licking her lips. It was raining really loud, and a lot of people were chatting in the line. Could that sound have covered the waterfall that had gushed from her? And the ground and her clothes were already wet. It covered any stains or smell...She let out a sigh. She just peed, in front of everyone, and it went entirely undetected. She shifted her bags around. Her bladder was happily empty, no longer giving her sharp signals, but she still felt a throbbing heat between her legs. Realization made her blush Oh my god…peeing like that got me totally worked up…I guess…I guess it did feel really, really good… Thinking about how good it felt to pee made her shiver, the heated throbbing growing worse. She was dying to touch herself, but she knew there was no way she could get away with THAT in line around everyone. She pressed her thighs together, sighing at the slight pleasure the pressure gave. Well…she was just going to have go straight home after this drink and sort that all out, wasn’t she?
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  13. randomkath

    A Business Transaction

    A Business Transaction 09:59:55, 09:59:56, 09:59:57, 09:59:58, 09:59:59: 10:00:00. Finally! Rose scrambled from the hotel bed, tangled her feet in the sheets, almost fell, managed to balance herself out, and hastily waddled towards the bathroom. She was about to explode into a wet mess, she had been for the last couple of hours, but now relief was near! The anticipation was palpable. The door opened, the toilet came into view, just a few seconds, and... Rose felt herself grabbed by the shoulders, pulled off course, and firmly pressed against the door frame. She struggled for a second, but her client was much stronger than she was. "Where do you think you are going, Missy?" A stern, dominant voice. "Good, hard pi.ss!" Just saying the word 'pi.ss' was a mistake. Her sphincter rebelled against all conscious control. She groaned. "Remember our agreement?" "I do. Time is up. Let me go!" The client took her hands off Rose's shoulders, but didn't step out of the young girl's way. The older woman crossed her arms under her beautiful breasts, tightly covered by an expensive silk blouse. Her own legs twitched inside her custom-tailored slacks, from the giant load of urine she was holding herself. "The time is not up, Rose." Rose squirmed. "It's been twenty-four hours!" "The deal is for a full day. No excuses" "But that IS a full day!" "No. A day is twenty-four hours, but not every twenty-four hour period is a full day. Only the very specific twenty-four hours from 12 a.m. to 12 a.m. are a full day. It's still the fourth. You've got two hours to go. No pee." Rose panted. She held what felt like a gallon of hot, throbbing pi.ss, and it all wanted out right NOW! "But I... " "You should think about contracts before you commit, girl. Life is tough. So is business." Rose detected a hint of sexual predator in her client's eyes. Something she had always been on the lookout for, always weary, like any sensible working girl should. But the instincts of a prostitute were worthless against women, it appeared. The client, meanwhile, was sure enough Rose wouldn't bolt to the bowl at the first chance she got. She stepped away from the girl, reached for the minibar, and pulled out another one of the tremendously overpriced little bottles of water. She held it out to Rose. "Drink up!" The call girl shook her head. "I can't. Please..." The woman placed the bottle on the table, and casually reached for the stuffed envelope on the nightstand. She opened it, and playfully ran the huge stack of large bills through her fingers. "Suit yourself. You know you can opt out anytime, if you don't want the money..." It was indeed a very impressive heap of cash. Probably a month's income for the successful business woman, and more money than she had ever seen her entire life for Rose. The young escort reconsidered. She could not afford to let this opportunity slip away from her. "I... okay." She had to at least try. She uncapped the bottle, and swallowed its entire contents in two giant gulps, before her body could protest. She felt dizzy. There was just so much liquid in her. Her lower abdomen was swollen, her skin felt hot and stretched, her entire pelvic floor pulsated in the massive effort to hold it in. And now the water was sloshing in her stomach. The client had her by the shoulders again, and held her at arms length, studying her entire body with a lustful stare. Rose wore nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties, and the woman devoured her with her eyes. "Look at you!", she purred softly. "So young. So beautiful. So bursting." Rose shuddered. What a colossal pervert. A filthy rich pervert, a pervert in the body of an attractive woman in her forties, but a pervert nonetheless. More heinous than even the smelly fat men with anal fixation she usually had to deal with. A stealth deviant. Harder to spot, but a giant freak just the same. At least that was what she wanted to think of her client, but truth be told, she couldn't. If she was perfectly honest, the entire situation turned her on a little. Which was of course ridiculous, she didn’t get aroused by clients, that was just not supposed to happen. It was all just a business transaction, and now she started to enjoy it. She wondered what that said about her. The client smiled. "Listen honey, I will take off my pants and lie down on the bed now. I want your face between my legs. And don't give me any nonsense about not knowing how again. You've go a clitoris yourself, you'll figure it out. If you make me come, I'll consider letting you pee before midnight. Deal?"
  14. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  15. Azula

    female Desperation at Work

    Wow! It's been years since I've had a decent wetting or desperation experience to write until today . My ringtone was ringing in my ear at 5 am this morning. I opened up my eyes and reached for my phone to see who was calling me at this hour, although I already knew before I did. I quickly glanced down at my phone and sure enough, it was him. I quickly answered his phone call. "Hello?" I answered in a groggy tone, Despite knowing who was on the other side of the phone, my brain has yet to process still as I feel my eyes becoming heavy once again. "Hey" He responded in his usual sultry tone. "Oh! Hey Sean!" I immediately perked up at the sound of his voice. So from there, we chatted a lot, asking each other about work life as well as personal...And sexual. After our phone sex session, we talked for a little more. I made a mention of needing to pee a little bit and his voice changed into a sultry-like tone, I knew I officially stirred the pot. And the first thing he said was "get some water". Since I was still pretty horny and was somewhat in the mood for holding, I did what I was told, but not without giving him somewhat of a hard time first. I played it innocent...at first. "Do I have to get up and get water? I want to stay in my bed, it's so comfortable." I said in a whiny tone. "Yes, you do - Now do it." He ordered. "mmm...Fine" and went and did what I was asked, feeling a slight tingle in my pussy. At that moment, I wanted him here with me in person. But I shook myself away from those thoughts as I was on borrowed time before work started. It was already 6 am, So I didn't have much time to sit there and think a lot at the moment about that. I returned to my room with a bottle of water in my hand and sat on my bed, awaiting his next instruction. "Drink!" I messed with him again before taking a few sips from my water bottle. We went off topic, chatted some more before going back into our roleplay. By then, I had already finished one bottle of water. He told me to get another water bottle and drink that one as well. I was already a 6.5 on a scale of 1-10. But I wanted a challenge, So I drunk the second bottle as well. Well...I wasn't prepared for what my morning challenge would bring. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After I drunk those 2 water bottles, my 6.5 quickly shot up to an 8.5. It didn't help I never had my morning pee either. We were still talking on the phone well past 7 am, but I was incredibly desperate to pee. I asked him many times to let me use the bathroom - But of course, he declined. I was squirming in my bed, trying not to move too much, but it seemed I could never find a comfortable spot to let the pressure in my bladder stop bothering me. I released little moans as I squirmed, much to his delight. I realized time has quickly passed, It was 8 am already and I need to get ready for work and make it there before 9. I quickly got off the phone with him and told him I would contact him as soon as I got to work. I sighed in relief that they didn't suspect a thing. I called Sean and alerted him I was at work, It was only 8:30 so I had 30 minutes to kill. We continued our conversation and I walked in slowly while slightly hunched over. I needed to keep my composure. I didn't need my co-workers to think I was a little girl that couldn't control her bladder. But dammit! I was bursting and if I didn't get to a bathroom soon...I remembered there was one by another entrance, So I slowly walked over to it trying not to leak into my panties along the way. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment along the way. I finally got to the bathroom, I looked around to make sure no one was there, I went into one of the stalls with Sean still on the phone. I was finally in front of a toilet, but I knew I couldn't use it yet...I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook that easy. "Don't go yet, leak into your panties" "But I need to go..." I said, losing my composure I had and crossed my legs while grabbing my crotch in the stall. The toilet was right there! "Mmm...do it." At this point, I was very horny, desperate, on the verge of being more embarrassed. But I did what he asked, I let a little bit flow into my panties, it started to feel good actually...Until I had reminded myself I was at my work environment. I quickly snapped out of it and resumed crossing my legs and squirming. " I did it..." "Mmm...more" I heard him breathing heavy on the other end. "But I'm not sure if I can-" Before I could finish my sentence, I heard a few women came into the restroom. I had to think quick. If they see me standing up hobbled over in my stall...So I sat down on the toilet to make it seem not so suspicious...while still talking on the phone with him...At this point, I felt my cheeks burning hot. and was extra nervous. And sitting on the toilet did not help my situation at all. I thought for sure I was going to piss through my pants. But to my surprise, After everyone came and did what they needed, I pulled through somehow. "...That was close." I said, making sure I was the only one in the bathroom. I got up from the toilet seat and resumed my desperation dance. He asked me to leak into my panties 2 more times and I did, feeling mixed emotions each time I did. "I did it.." "Good...now, sit on the toilet and piss through your panties." I didn't even bother to debate him, I leaked multiple times at this point and my black pants at the crotch area were a little damp. I just wanted to relieve my aching bladder of piss and pressure. I happily just pulled down my pants, sat back on the toilet with my panties on, and pissed through my panties, sighing in relief while also moaning a little bit. I think I damn near had an orgasm, hehe. After I did that. I stripped myself of my former panties, Wiped myself down, put back on my pants, wrapped my panties in paper towels, and put them way down in the bathroom's trash can. I hopped off the phone with Sean and wished him a good day. I can honestly say I felt good but dirty...In a good way that is. Today was definitely a good day.
  16. View File More peeing videos on the internet Here are more peeing videos i found on the internet. Some contain nudity. Enjoy. Submitter Plug Cryostat Submitted 07/12/2018 Category Peeing  
  17. Dimwitrolo

    Home alone for the weekend

    Hi there omo.org! My name's Rosie - I'm eighteen years old, there's no one at home, and I'm bored! So - there's nothing for me to do on my own at the moment, so I thought I'd come to you guys for some fun! Right now I'm sat in my room in my PJs. I've got a full wardrobe, I've got three bottles of water, and I've got the whole house to my self! Mom and Pop are on holiday, my elder sister and younger brother are with them, but I've exams to study for so I'm stuck here. At home. With nothing to do. That's where you come in! So - anything you want me to do? Name it! I'll do whatever so long as it's within reason! There's coffee or tea in the kitchen, the garden's kinda empty, my sister's home-gym isn't being used by anyone, Pop might have left a couple beers in the fridge - oh the opportunities I have! Just so you know though - I really need to pee - I'd say like a six out of ten - so keep that in mind!
  18. I think the episode was “Sibling Rivalry “ and it started with Carl and Hoodsie dropping plants down the school toilets which once in the septic tank mutated and exploded out of the ground. NEXT we see Carl and Hoodsie in class being lectured by their teacher and she says, “our plumbing is ruined, you’ve clogged our toilets. And your poor classmates are suffering from extreme discomfort “ then shows that he rest of the class moaning painfully holding their bladders. I was a kid when that came out and it’s a cartoon. I got to say even though that time I then started to like omorashi, not knowing what it was, I felt bad for those cartoon kids. I mean could they really keep the school open when it has no toilets?
  19. I found this video this evening and it was too good not to share: https://www.youporn.com/watch/14148721/cute-blonde-masturbates-and-pees-desperation-video/ This is my favourite kind of omorashi video - a girl drinking throughout, getting steadily fuller, sitting down with her legs open so you can watch all the leaking. If anyone else knows of any other videos like this, I'm all ears!
  20. Dimwitrolo

    Bored and in my Bedroom

    Hey Nerds! I'm Jessie, and I'm bored! Completely Bored. Like absolutely bored. I got a week off work, but all my plans kinda fell through. And now into day two, I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could tell me what to do! yes I agree, it was an excellent idea. Not really too many limits, so long as you keep it in the realm of reality! Oh, and don't make the first response be 'Uuu get nekkid', because it ain't going to happen! Straight away, at least... And GO!
  21. KitKatOmo

    A Date at the Zoo

    The goal: You help your girlfriend, Emma, get as desperate as possible on your date to the zoo and ensure that she makes it back to her house (mostly) dry. Once there, you continue to make her hold until she bursts. A few rules/things to note: - Emma’s happiness and comfort are important, and she may refuse to do something she’s uncomfortable with. - It is possible for Emma to dump you if she ends up wetting herself, depending on the circumstances and how you’ve treated her. - Emma is free to piss whenever she wants before lunch. It’s only after lunch that the real holding starts. - You are depicted as male in both sex and gender. - Please don’t make “alternate suggestions”. You can, however, elaborate on a situation (e.g. “do choice 1 + this” or “do choice 2 like this”). You are also free to “second” someone else’s elaboration. — Morning light flits into the bedroom through the blinds, a line resting across Emma’s eyes. As per usual, she wakes reluctantly, her eyes squeezed shut as she turns onto her front, a soft groan in her throat. She moves slowly, pushing herself up from the mattress with her elbows and stretching out her back as she gets onto her knees. Once upright, she finishes her stretches, yawning with a soft but cute sound. Then she remembers what day it is, and her stomach flutters with excitement and anxiety. It’s the first time she’ll be desperate in public (of her own accord) and she has no clue how it will turn out. Emma is immediately wide awake and she grabs her phone from the dresser, checking the weather. The day will have a high of 80 Fahrenheit (about 27 Celsius) with low humidity and low wind speed. The sky will be almost completely cloudless. Emma smiles—she’s always preferred warmer weather—and steps out of bed. Her nearly-see-through blue pajama shorts show off her slim tan legs, as well as her lacy black underwear, and her top, a similarly translucent white cami, rests gently on her bare, perky breasts. She stretches again, admiring her toned body in the mirror. Regardless of what she wears, she knows you will like it, but she’d like your opinion anyway. So she sends you a quick text: “Hey bby <3 Getting ready for our date! What would you like to see me in? ;P” Emma turns on her ringer and sets her phone on the dresser. She turns back to the mirror and combs her fingers through her dark, silky hair. Her fingers meet a few tangles, so she decides she’ll wash it this morning. >>What will Emma wear? (open-ended, but make sure she doesn’t overheat!) >>How will she do her hair? (open-ended) (Hey guys! I decided to try an interactive story ^^ We will follow the pov of both Emma and of "You", her boyfriend, with the pov sometimes changing within the same post. I have the outline of the next few written out, but after that, whatever happens, happens! The next post will be either next Friday or when I've heard back from at least 10 people. Have fun!)
  22. I treated myself with a little challenge from Fap Roulette the other day. These were the rules: Wear whatever clothes you like. Drink 0.5 liter of water immediately. Drink 0.5 liter of water per half hour. Hold for 3.5 hours after you feel the first need to pee. Relief (pee in your clothes for 1/2 second) is allowed every 5 minutes. Remembering how nice the double-layered underwear and jeans wetting felt which I did a while ago I decided to take it a bit further today. Count layers yourself. 🙂 Before I started the challenge, I was already well primed with a 1.5 liter of green tea during the afternoon. So all those layers of clothing gave me a little pressure on my bladder almost immediately. About one hour into the challenge when I was sure it was pee pressure and not just a little uncomfortable the holding timer was started. After starting the timer, I made good use of the allowed relief. It's amazing how much "relief" this massive layers of fabric could take before it shows on the outside. And how comfortably warm it stays under all those layers. Finally, about 2.5 hours into the challege and 1.5 hours into the, the intended relief turned into an unstoppable and most enjoyable flood. 😎
  23. justarandomguy

    Reporter/Newspeople Desperation

    So my girlfriend recently (as in the last year) started working with the local news station as a producer and camera person. She's had her fair share of "on-scene" location shootings and has relayed to me a good number of desperation stories. She says its totally not uncommon for a reporter to be stuck somewhere for a good amount of time without access to a bathroom. Just the other day she was on location with another one of the young female reporters and noticed that she was obviously getting pretty desperate. It was 5:45 in the morning, most stores were closed, and they had both been downing coffee and tea to stave off sleepiness. I wish I could've been a fly on the wall. While it didn't affect my girlfriend all that much, apparently the reporter made a beeline for the bathroom the second they got the all clear from the studio. It's an interesting thought. I mean, we all have to pee, but how many times do you think the reporter, anchor, or even producer behind the camera has to go during a live shot? The thought honestly intrigues me.
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  25. Hi, A while ago i saw a short clip of a distance peeing contest which i think was giga. Does anyone have the full clip? I hope my request is not to vague