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  1. What is proof-reading? What is grammer? Hopefully It's not too bad! Just a short prompt I thought up for a character, I kinda wanted a new story to work on that could get right into the stuff that people really like to read... I'd still try to keep up the same writing style though. Introduction H-hello... My name is Kairi, and I'm... I'm pretty gross! I'm 23 years old, and I like sewing and crafts, but I also like some weird things... It's humiliating... but I like to be humiliated, ironic right? For some reason I just get really excited when people look at me with shame... It's even more disgusting because my favorite way of achieving this is having "accidents". I like to... relieve myself... almost exclusively in public! The thrill I get from it is... unmatched by anything! I remember in elementary school I got pulled into a lot of parent teacher conferences, for doing similar things. I would pee myself in the bathroom at school, standing in the middle of the floor. One time I got caught being, really bold and stood at the door to the bathroom and completely soaked my skirt. That's when some students had saw me, I had never actually been caught and this time, writing it off as an accident... didn't really convince anybody... My mom actually considered buying diapers for me, and when I heard that I was so excited, I had to stop myself from smiling. There was a lot of consideration, I actually wet my bed on purpose about a week after that. I even moved the sheets over just to make it obvious to what I had done. She scolded my so harshly it actually scared me so much that I stopped doing it. In the end sadly enough she never had to... since my "condition" cleared up. I guess I'm writing this because recently I... got a girlfriend! I wasn't even sure if I was really like that up until now. I mean I guess I did like girls that way, but to have this happen it's pretty new to me but I think it's amazing! To be honest, we had a really embarrassing start... When I moved out for the first time for college, I was alone at first for a few months since my roommate had came later in the semester. This gave me freedom I never knew. Once again my humiliation play found itself into my daily life. It was amazing, I could do pretty much anything that my twisted mind could imagine in that room. Well... one day later in the semester, I never stopped my playtime, even when my roommate arrived, So when she was out for the weekend, I took full advantage of that privacy... I was wearing a diaper from the pack I ordered discreetly to my address, and school girl uniform I made by hand. I had planned to masturbate in front of my window so I could imagine all the imaginary stares, as I completely filled my padding with everything my body had. Suddenly This girl I didn't know walked right through my door. There was a decently awkward pause... All I could say was sorry and I ran into the bathroom, and hid there for like 3 hours! Oddly enough it was actually a major turn on, but then later I realized she was in my class... and I began to panic. I'd never really had to confront someone that had seen me do something so gross. I've always done it to people outside of my social groups, but now someone here knew! What made it worse is I overslept the next morning, and when I went into the class all the seats were taken... except for the one next to her. I almost left the class before the professor rushed me. So here I was sitting next to her, it was so horrible! I couldn't move, the anxiety got to me eventually, and I started to tear up. I couldn't speak either but I tried to write her a apologizing note, but my hands were shaking too much. Once class was over she didn't move, but just as I was moving she grabbed me by the arm. I end up apologizing, as I started to sob again. I'll never forget what she said to me! "Come to my dorm dressed like you were yesterday, 224B second floor. If you don't I'll tell the class what you were doin." Her grip tightened, just as she let me go. I was so scared, I just nodded and walked away shaking. That night I did as she said, I made up an excuse for my roommate, and took a back pack with my stuff to the public restroom and changed there. the whole time i was shaking so bad I could barely put the tapes on the diaper i was wearing. I hurriedly left, with an awkward jog/ waddle to the other dorm building. Thankfully it was late enough that not many students were out. I was so scared I tripped and scrapped my knee, but I didn't have time to care. I couldn't have this happen... the whole thing was so ironic. I was trying to save myself from what I ultimately wanted. I guess I just never realized how scary true shame and humiliation could be. I could only think of how my school life would be ruined. I eventually found my self at the door labeled 224B after climbing up the stairs awkwardly. I had to knocked on the door with my shaking hand. I stood waiting, my knee stung with pain. Soon I could hear someone walking to the door, and the lock being turned. I stood red faced and shaking as the girl from my class stood with the door open. "Holy shit, come inside! She took my arm pulling me in." She closed the door, locking it behind us. "Wow, okay I didn't think you'd actually come over-" She must have noticed my shaking. "Hey, calm down okay? I'm not gonna tell anyone, anything okay?" She put her hand on my shoulder. "Seriously please calm down!" I tried doing as she said as I fell to my knees in relief. She brought over some tea shortly before, explaining her intentions. "Hey, honestly... you just looked really fucking cute yesterday..." I was shocked and embarrassed to hear that... someone finding me doing something so gross cute? She continued "I mean, I always kinda fancied, girls n' stuff. but was into some kinky stuff hehe..." She sheepishly laughed, scratching her head... "Could ya like talk to me? This isn't easy y'know, it's kinda embarrassin' too!" I spoke up "u-um I'm sorry again, I didn't think that something like that would happen... I'm sorry!" Looking up at her as she sat on her bed, she was pretty tall, but it might have just been me on my knees. She spoke again as she did pretty frankly. "Hey it's okay, it wasn't all that bad, but you were like... totally masturbating right? You like it when people watch huh?" I turned beat read I stayed silent, as I covered my face. I mumbled as I couldn't find the words to explain myself. "I'm just sorry, okay?" I couldn't really bring myself to face what had happened. Maybe if it was just normal masturbation I probably could have just gotten off with an embarrassed whoops... If I only I was normal. "You don't gotta apologize...", I could feel the empathy in her voice as she confided with my shameful desires. "You can't help it, you like what you like don't you?" I began to retract my hands that covered the few tears that welled in my eyes. "So this is what turns you on huh?" She flipped my skirt up with her foot, exposing the diaper I wore under the handmade skirt. I Tried to hastily cover myself but she quickly plopped down in front of me. "W-whoa, did you fall on your way here?" She pulled my scrapped knee up comically almost causing me to fall back on my back. "Y-yeah I was in a hurry... I was scared." She kinda got a sullen serious expression, "s-sorry, didn't mean for you to... end up like that..." She avoided eye contact, she seemed like one those people that have a hard time apologizing. It did feel somewhat genuine, especially since she even got up to get some peroxide and some band aids. I didn't think the wound was all that bad, but I guess she felt responsible, so I went with it. I might have taken it a bit far... I did get a whole meal out of her... I mean it was kinda her fault for making me run all they way over here like that... Also she should have knocked!!! Anyway some things happened and I spent the night at her dorm. She insisted I stayed over, since I feared going all the way back to my own... It was her idea, but she figured we should have some drinks together, because she wanted to get to know me. It was pretty awkward at first with just the tv on. It wasn't long before she started hitting me with some more intimate questions "So your into exhibition? or just like the humiliation?" She asked grinning. I was still embarrassed but the beer lightened my tongue. "uh, I mean I guess both. I just get... you know, kinda excited when people look at me like that..." I felt weird saying it but It also felt relaxing to be able to tell someone else something I've kept so dear to myself. "Hey, I'm sorry I actually... don't know who you are? What's your name?" I asked curiously. She thought for a minute. before responding "oh I guess I only know your dorm mate... I'm a friend of hers. My name's Misao, you can just call me Misao" she grinned as she leaned closer over the table. "I think ya can call me that, seein' how close we've gotten~" She hiccuped, drunkenly. I laughed snorting, as I choked on my beer. "Ah, okay then Misao, I'm Kairi!" It really was just crazy how quickly we became friends over such a insane event. Although I felt some strange excitement in the events currently unfolding.
  2. (This is my first time writing a proper story on here, so do let me know if I make any mistakes or forget about certain details! Just make sure to write them out of character: *Like this*) Hello researchers! Today is the big day, administration will finally let you tackle a biologically enhanced subject for your next assignment! I know this may come off as a surprise for you, so I'll give you a briefing: You will be put in charge of Test Chamber 15 in the Golden Hills Research Facility. (Let's refer to these as 'TC-15' and 'GoldenHillsRF' respectively, for easier communication.) TC-15 is a chamber that makes use of metallic panels and robotic arms to shift according to the needs of your research, this feature is present in the ceiling, floor and all but one of it's walls, the last wall is all glass so that your test subject is always in view. You may use these features at your discretion, but administration recommends you try and use them to acommodate your test subject to avoid emotional stress. This means giving them furniture, entertainment, changing the lighting of the room, deploying foods and drinks, and in the event your subject craves human interaction you may need to turn on the lights in your work area so that they may see you behind the glass. Finally, I must know what you're willing to work with, each one of you may give your preferences on what kind of subject you wanna test, this means: - Age (We cannot go below 18) - Appearance (Hair color, body type, etc.) - Needs (This will dictate what kind of enhancements have been done to your subject, their bladder, bowel capacity and sensitivity wether those will even be relevant, wether they are more or less susceptible to a mental break, etc.) - Name (This isn't exactly necessary according to administration, but I reckon it would help make this assignment a lot less disturbing to both you and the subject if we could address them by a nickname rather than a number.) The objectives of your assignment will be different depending on the choices you make. If you're confused about anything regarding this announcement, do feel free to ask right here on the terminal you're viewing this on. ~ Your supervisor, Tenta. *Remember, I'll add tags to this work according to the Needs we decide on!*
  3. If you have ideas or a desire to see any character - write here If i like the idea i will definitely draw it. This is my first topic, I hope you can help me and take part in this
  4. This isn't really anything super developed, just a fun concept that I think could be interesting. Might develop it into a one-off some day. Anyways, the idea is: You have a person that is monitored and left at the mercy of their audience; Their monitoring is being streamed and people can donate or otherwise influence the broadcast to decide what will happen to their poor, padded subject during a long period of time (this can range from a full day to a week or more). I think you can already see where this is going! The main idea is to see how long they can handle themselves while soaked and messy before they beg their audience for a change! Well, let's get to some... Brainstorming on options. I think it'd be interesting to have options such as: 'Add or Remove a layer of clothing' (either just add/remove attire or more diapers! Excluding the first one they mess/soak) 'Feed/Water' (Just give normal food and water to the subject, BUT it can be spiked with laxatives or diuretics!) 'Rub/Squish' (Force the subject to rub or squish their diaper, or otherwise have something or someone else do it if they refuse) 'Change' (Finally give your subject some relief from their dirty diapers.) What do you think? Would you participate in one of these streams? What would you do to the poor subject and how long would you leave them in those dirty nappies? Maybe you could develop a strategy with the options provided (or add your own options too!) to really make them desperate for a change.
  5. Next week I get house to myself and I'm going to have some diaper fun. If you would like to join me and suggest what should I do then come along 5th this month (next wednesday) or send me your suggestions in advance what you would like me to do. I'm up to almost everyting like: wetting, simulated messing (marshmallows and bananas in behind, enamas ect.), humiliation, different punishments ect. I try to start 5th at 9 o'clock (GMT) and I'll try to continue whole day. Would you be interested if I did this?
  6. So, my first real thread, and I'm curious, how many have seen your babysitter wet themselves, or had a legitimate accident while babysitting? I guess I'll start things off by sharing one of each. --Babysitter-- This is partially remembered, partially recalled from a home video tape, but when I was six that when the babysitter showed up she was already looking tired. She was wearing a navy blue hoodie and pink cotton skirt, and she brought a lot of homework with her. She was in high school or college. She was drinking a lot of apple juice and she put on relaxing music when it was time for my nap. While I was laying on the mat, I watched as she sat in front of the kiddie table doing her homework. At one point she opened her legs and I was trying to fall asleep I wound up staring at her frilly blue panties. Or maybe they were green. I noticed she had started to squirm, and would briefly press her hand under her skirt. As I watched, the squirming started to slow down, she was starting to lean forward as though falling asleep, before shaking herself awake. aBut as I was starting to finally drift off, she stopped squirming, she dropped her pencil, and fell all the way forward, laying her head down on her books.I thought I saw a smile appear on her face as a dark spot grew on her panties. My mom came home to find the babysitter still fast asleep in her own puddle and I never saw her again. Probably not completely accurate, but I did my best. --Babysitting-- This happened when I was 13. I was babysitting my brother's friend's little brother while their parents were celebrating their wedding anniversary and my brother and his friend were attending a concert. I woke up around 2 in the morning thirsty, and realized my bladder was on the verge of emptying itself. It was painful, but I managed to hold it and make my way to the bathroom, but the door was locked. Breathing heavily as I struggled to keep holding, I banged on the door loudly, and felt a final cry of pain from my bladder. I quickly pulled off my cyan nightgown and tossed it aside as I sank to my knees, tears running down my face and my bladder emptying into my pink striped panties as the kid I was babysitting opened the bathroom door while wiping sleep from his eyes.
  7. Hey, guys! So I've very much been enjoying the fear wetting compilation videos & was curious.. does anyone know of/can anyone recommend scenes in which male characters are scared/intimidated into wetting themselves (their pants, the bed, etc.) by women? Would definitely help scratch an itch... thank you!!
  8. POV humiliation for school wetting View File Sister catches her brother coming home from school in soaked jeans and teases him about wetting his pants, then publicly humiliates him even worse to keep her from telling their mom. Submitter Marquis de Pee Submitted 07/23/2020 Category Male  
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    Sister catches her brother coming home from school in soaked jeans and teases him about wetting his pants, then publicly humiliates him even worse to keep her from telling their mom.

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    Robin & Raven 2

    From the album: Omo-mad's artworks (2019)

    https://patreon.com/omo_mad
  11. Quick story because it just happened. I was wearing my favorite jeans and shoes tonight and had NO intention of wetting. I was driving and drinking coffee to stay awake and the urge to pee overcame me. I kept my pants dry long enough to pull into a shell station, I sprinted to the bathroom but it was locked, so I sprinted the other direction to the door. I burst in and asked frantically if I could have the key. She was actually really pretty too, so I thought she would be nice. She yells at me “Sorry can’t help you, COVID rules.” I begged her for about 3 more seconds and couldn’t help it anymore. I starting wetting my jeans at an alarming rate; we locked eyes and I could tell she felt for me in that split second that maybe she could’ve let me use the key. This was near my house, so not wanting anyone to see I quickly turned around and sprinted outside but the damage was done. Immediately after I grabbed my crotch she saw a big splash of urine hit the ground (it also landed on some packs of gum, yikes) and she definitely also saw the pee flowing down my butt and my legs when I ran out. I’m really embarrassed bc I stop here for gas quite often and will probably see her again. Hopefully I didn’t leave too much of a mess! My pants and shoes are completely soaked. Time to do laundry.
  12. omo-mad

    Robin & Raven 1

    From the album: Omo-mad's artworks (2019)

    https://patreon.com/omo_mad
  13. In past about 17 hours I I rummaged ALL POST @rachelkirwan made, which is almost 10000 posts. Phew~ I was looking for all story posted by her include one fiction and more then 100 experience, lots of the experience story is even longer than fiction! These story are just too good that I couldn't refrain myself from re-enjoy them again while I am doing this project! OK, let's get back to the point. I must be too tired now to focus on and I am still rewind 'a planned ultrasound accident' in my brain while typing... What I did in past 17 hours is search and collect all story her made ONE BY ONE BY HAND, plus some tiny edits include grammar & spelling(Ms. Kirwan I wasn't mean your story contain lots error, in fact I just found less than 15 grammar in all stories), font adjustment as well as rotation of some pics. And compile them into THREE different books (pants&panties, pads&diapers and bed wetting). Export them as EPUB. The rule of sorting: 1. One story will not appear in multiple books 2. Pants&panties compilation contain wetting without pads, diapers and bed wetting, but period pad is acceptable. 3. No special rules for the rest two collection. Volume of books: The pants&panties compilation contain 68,199 words, 40MB The pad&diaper compilation contain 107,899 words, 62MB The bed wetting compilation contain 11,636 word, 13.7MB Explanation of signs: The title of story include '()' means this story contain picture/s, and you could directly see them inside the file The title of story include '()' means this story contain video/s, and you could click the link inside to download them here in her original post To Ms.Kirwan: I am sorry I did this prior your authorization, if you think it's okay please tell me and I will post these books here and Apple Books as well. In view of the typesetting and collective arrangement I did remove some link of your store from some stories, however, I did made a editor note at the beginning of each books that include your link. Hope you don't mind this. BTW do you have any special plan for your upcoming 10000th post? If books success be posted: Guys, I need you help find out if there's any story (no matter what the length is) missing or any error or mismatching or misroute in this collection. Thank you! I don't know how to operate Lighrroom or photoshop so the cover in books might be blur or has an incongruous hue. I am appreciate if someone help me enhance the pictures. Covers of these books: Phew~ sleeping time See U~ P.S. R.I.P to me if I undergo a sudden death during sleeping.
  14. Hey everyone! So, i'm taking commissions again; had to stop during Coronavirus peak due to personal issues and this story was my latest and will be up on Amazon soon; i'll be sure to let you all know when it does appear there. For those interested in getting a story, its £2.50 per every 800 words. However, my repeat customers will get their next commission at my old price of £2.00 per 1,000 words, as will anyone who commissions me; new or old, before August 3rd. Here's an extract from my latest commission and story, I hope you all enjoy; any feedback is appreciated. THE DESPERATE DIAPERED DATE “God, I’m so fucking desperate” moaned Allison. “Well, be honest. If we go to the station now, do you think you’ll make it home?”. Allison shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll even make it onto the train”, she said; holding herself tightly as a desperate pang shot through her bladder. Max breathed deeply. He wanted badly to say what he had in mind, yet didn’t want to push his luck. He’d never forgive himself if he ruined such a promising thing by going too fast or being too full-on. However, his raging erection was eating away at his inhibitions and he decided it was now-or-never. He was going to say. He was going to say it. He was going- “-Just go then”. Allison looked him in the eyes. “If you can’t hold it, just let go babe. I won’t mind”. Allison bit her lip gently, her body beginning to tremble. “Just let it all out”. Suddenly, a quiet hissing sound filled the air as Allison’s body began to shake with relief; her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Max; going on instinct, lifted her dress to watch the diaper expand out as Allison filled it. Max thought he couldn’t possibly get anymore turned on and then Allison said: “Max, I’m wetting myself”. Max could literally feel the pleasurable chill run over his entire body and his cock became so erect, it was practically standing upright his pants; pushing against his trousers violently. He was so hard it hurt, yet his pleasure wasn’t done. He felt Allison’s hand reach out and grab his cock through the fabric, causing him to moan loudly in shock and pleasure; biting his tongue to stay quiet. Allison held him, very gently rubbing her fingers up and down; as Max watched her accident slowly begin to come to an end, as the hissing sound died away and the two stared at each other hungrily. Max leaned in to Allisson’s ear and said: “Take it off, I dare you” he said; his tone dark and brimming with lust. Allison moaned in pleasure and did what he asked, gently unstrapping her diaper from underneath her dress; pulling the sodden material down her legs. Max watched in delight as it slid down to her ankles; where he could see how soaked it was. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her and pulled her in-close; snogging her more intensely than before. For her part, Allison did the same; unbuttoning his pants. Emboldened by Allison’s actions, he moved his hand between Allison’s legs and felt her gasp as he slide two fingers along the slit of her hairy, wet pussy. “She’s hairy and soaked and horny, god could this girl get any better?” thought Max. That was about the last coherent thought he had however, as Allison freed his cock from his trousers and dark-blue underwear seconds later; where it sprung up in delight. Her hand gripped it and began stroking him, with it only taking a few-pumps until pre-cum was dripping over hand. Max then began to kiss her neck, as she moaned quietly in pleasure; feeling his magical fingers driving her to new heights of lust, as she began to speed up the pace she was playing with his cock. In return, Max pulled her the dress off her boobs and slid one into his mouth; which combined with sliding a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, made her bite his shoulder to prevent herself screaming with lust. The soft feeling of them in his mouth made Max want to go deeper inside her and Allison’s pussy quivered with delight, lubed up as she was by her own accident; his finger was able to get comfortably inside her by multiple inches and she was convulsing around him.
  15. Just a short little sequel to this picture, still working on things just needed a break. She clutched the ransom note in her hand, a sneer emblazoned across her face. Grand Master Adelina captured and being held for ransom was bad enough… but the curs had thought to dress her up in a child’s diaper and humiliate her! Now they were extorting her for their own benefit and threatening to besmirch the reputation of a Grand Master. The sight of Adelina, chest exposed, still wearing parts of her ornate armor wearing nothing on her lower half except a bloated sagging well used diaper. A blush fell across her own cheeks, a humiliating reminder of all the accidents she’d suffered in combat. Grand Master Hestia had never been a fan of Adelina most of her fellow Grand Master would prefer to see her deposed but this was an affront to all women of the Empire! Crumpling the ransom note, a disgusted look on her face she made a call. “Yes, prepare my airship. Yes, nine thousand guilders, just in case. No, we’re not actually going to pay… I refuse to negotiate with ruffians.” The fortified airship slowly descended to the meeting point. Hestia drummed her fingers anxiously on the control panel. Her command chair felt… clammy and uncomfortable. A bout of turbulence had caused her to lose control of her bladder multiple times. Fortunately the protective pad she wore had saved her dignity of being discovered but sitting on the swollen pad for so long had wrung urine from it. She could feel her uniform trousers clinging wetly to her skin. After chewing out her navigator for voiding her bowels and ordering her off the bridge for her cowardice she dare not expose her own lapse in control. Landing was less than graceful, hitting a rock one of the landing skids slipped. The large ship lurched forward. A screech of scraping metal echoed through the ship as the Grand Master was nearly thrown from her command chair. She managed to catch herself in time but the sudden noise caused her bowels to shift. Her stomach lurched, she tensed and… ffffbllllrrrttch. A sudden sloppy evacuation into her pants. Eyes widened in fear she felt it immediately. Disgust shot through her as she fell back in her seat, sitting with a filthy squelch, her own shit pressing against her. Soft and malleable she could feel it spreading across her backside. The protective pad wasn’t designed for this kind of accident. With everyone preoccupied checking on the ship she quickly excused herself from the bridge trying to tug the tail of her coat in a futile attempt to hide her accident. With her soiled panties disposed of she readied herself for the ‘exchange’. She had no plans to hand over the guilders to bandit scum. Once they met she would demand to see Adelina. Her knights would simply overwhelm the small contingent they sent to the exchange and the gun batteries of her airship would take care of pesky reinforcements. A foolproof plan! She would surely receive a commendation to rub in Adelina’s face. The landing doors on the rear of the ship opened with a hiss and flanked by a detachment of knights Grand Master Hestia wearing her own resplendent armor. An imposing presence in her own right Hestia looked a ferocious sight with her stunning red hair and emerald eyes. Enemies of the empire often referred to her as the blazing firestorm with her tendency to raze enemy encampments and leave no survivors. Insisting on making the exchange personally despite her advisers imploring her not to Hestia approached the small group of bandits. She’s expected to see more of them, behind them she could see their camp. A scoff left her lips, Adelina’s forces had been routed by this lot of rapscallions? How pathetic. No sign of the captured grand master she pursed her lips. They’d better not try anything foolish. “You, where’s Grand Master Adelina?” she barked, wasting no time with formalities. “We’ve got your little Adelina safe and sound… well she needs a diaper change after that racket you made but that’s not a surprise. Can’t keep her pampers clean for longer than fifteen minutes even if she tried.” The uproarious laughter from his comrades stung her pride. A bright red blush of shame crossed her cheeks reminded of her own accidents on the flight here and landing. She shifted her legs, responding to their laughter with a reproachful look. “Silence, I won’t stand for your libelous words against a fellow Grand Master!” “Libelous? How many times did we have ta change her?” he said, pausing for a moment counting on his fingers. “When we captured her… when she saw that spider… when she was carrying firewood… when she was sleeping… more than once… when she got all uppity and we had to discipline her...” “Don’t forget when she shit herself when we made her spar with the recruits.” Another round of riotous laughter came from the small group of men. “You’d think she’d never held a blade before. The look on her face when she had ta fight was priceless. She barely lasted three minutes against a kid before she was crapping her pants like a toddler begging not to fight anymore... but fine… we’ll get her. We’re a merciful lot.” Hestia’s jaw tightened with each disrespectful word spoken. Each passing second she was tempted to give the order. With a snap of her fingers she could lay waste to their camp with the gun turrets on her airship. Fortunately at the last minute he acquiesced. He waved his hand and one of the men trudged off to retrieve their prize. A tense few minutes passed as Adenlina was retrieved. Hestia stood there, gaze unwavering. A gush of urine warmed the pad between her legs as she thought she was one of the men reaching for his blade but… it was just her mind playing tricks on her. A single rivulet of warmth traced its way down her thigh before Adelina came into view. Her wrists bound together with a crude lashing of rope, cheeks stained with tears she wore nothing other than a thread-worn shirt much too large for her lithe frame and… a childish diaper. The shirt hung open at the front doing little to hide her buxom chest and the diaper, swollen with urine and bloated with solid waste was already an ill fitting garment even before made heavy with fearful release. “I told ya she probably needed a change but like I said as long as your… ‘donation’ of guilders to our cause is sufficient we won’t let anyone else know about Adelina the incontinent.” Hestia simply scowled at him, turning to one of her knights she whispered in his ear and he nodded giving a terse “yes maam” before returning to the formation behind her. The whirring of mechanical actuation came from the ship as the turrets swiveled leveling their deadly sight at the encampment behind them. “You will release Grand Master Adelina to our custody now or we will level your fortifications immediately. You have less than a minute before we open fire.” she ordered, taking command of the situation. He didn’t seem perturbed by the development. Instead he shrugged, glancing back over his shoulder then once more to Hestia. “Are ya sure ya want to do that?” Hestia was slightly confused by his casual response. Unnerved even by the way he did not seem to be phased by the large bore cannons threatening to rain destruction on his legion. Another wet rush of piss soaked into her pad as her nerves began to play up. Why wasn’t he intimidated!? “We had a deal ya know...” “I am altering the deal, Adelina or your lives.” Having been at the mercy of the bandits since her capture and realizing the rescue party had no intention of paying the ransom Adelina let out a subdued whimper. Her legs quivered and from the leg guards of her diaper liquid started to run down her thighs. The Grand Master was wetting herself again. The sodden garment could absorb no more and uselessly allowed her bladders contents to spill down her toned thighs dampening the ground beneath her. He sighed and snapped his fingers immediately chaos engulfed them. A loud explosion… a second… a third! Adelina covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly, grunting as she voided her bowels into her already full diaper. The reverberation of the explosions shook Hestia to her core. She could feel it in her sternum as stealthily placed explosives were neutralizing the threat from her airship. Her knights had sprung into action rushing forward at the sound of the blast but Hestia was frozen in fear The redhead paled not even realizing her potty training had abandoned her as her plan crumbled. Her pad was soaked in an instant and urine still flowed freely from her fear loosened bladder. A faint hiss could have been heard coming from her armor if it wasn’t for the sounds of conflict. As she stood, voiding herself, frozen on the impromptu battlefield Hestia dared not turn around to see how severe the damage to her airship had been. Her bowels fared no better and like a frightened little girl she panicked helplessly soiling her armor. Shit oozed into her panties, the second pair she had ruined today. A soft almost paste like consistency filled them to the brim, conforming to the shape of her buttocks and the metal plating of her armor. It was such a voluminous accident some had even began to leak down her thighs, smearing them a dirty brown. When she finally came to her senses she could see the glint of a blade scything towards her. One of her knights threw himself in front of her as she let out a surprised squeal, trembling hand going for her sword. More bandits were running towards them from the encampment and the small detachment of knights wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. In the chaos Adelina had managed to slip away, tears running down her cheeks as she awkwardly ran in her dirty diaper. “G...go, k...kill them all.” Hestia ordered her knights as she scrambled after the raven-haired Grand Master. As she took off after her she could feel her accidentally released shit squishing against her. The disgusting sensation turned her stomach, she thought she might be sick. What really turned her blood to ice was the sight of her airship, the Eurystheus was in no condition to fly now. There was no chance of using it to escape it looked like the aft had been completely destroyed. They couldn’t even retreat inside and use it as a stronghold whilst they sent a distress call. With her gait made awkward by the load of shit weighing down her panties she chased after Adelina. She caught up to her behind a rocky outcropping, hiding them from the sight of the bandits. “Th...that was your plan?!” Adelina spat at the redhead. “You didn’t do any better!” “Cut my hands free!” “You can’t criticize me! It would have worked if...” Hestia flushed with embarrassment and pulled out her sword, cutting the woman’s wrists free. At least her own accident was somewhat hidden though the smell… and the wetness on her greaves would make it obvious to anyone with enough perception. “I should execute you for your cowardice and incompetence right here! If I...” Hestia froze mid-sentence, another explosion, louder than the others drowned out the sound of their petty squabble. The Grand Masters could only assume it was the Eurystheus falling to more bandit explosives. Clinging to each other in fear they both sniffled wishing to be anywhere but here. Oblivious to the puddle forming beneath their feet from their combined release of what dwindling liquid remained in their bladders. In their terrified stupor they hadn’t even realized another person had joined them. A small boy stared wide eyed at the two crying women as they held each other. One wearing a very soiled diaper, the other in resplendent armor. He seemed oblivious to the sounds of battle or the explosion coming from just the other side of the outcropping. “I just came to see the airship but wow an actual knight.” he began, a charming innocence about him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from them both and with about as much tact as could be expected from a young boy made his displeasure with their accidents known. “Eww, you pooped your diaper and… it smells like you pooped in your armor too… your armor’s all wet...” The two women blushed brightly untangling themselves from each other’s grasp. Adelina desperately tried to cover the childish diaper with her hands. Hestia pinched her thighs together causing the mess to shift and squish again. Here they were, both Grand Masters, both had completely lost control of their bladder and bowels. Adelina’s diaper distended, stained and sodden, Hestia’s armor, glistening with wetness and soiled with feces. But he, a child remained unphased. Could he not hear the sounds of battle behind them or the deafening explosions? “It… it’s not what it looks like...” Hestia feebly protested. “Uhh…” He circled around Hestia and poked her armor right in the rear. There was a wet muddy squelch that came from her. She could feel her mess smushed against her backside, more if it oozing out down her thighs. “You definitely pooped your pants. You should probably be wearing diapers like her...” Hestia wiped her eyes, shaking her head. Her voice still trembled slightly. She’d just let this child point out she had utterly soiled herself any other person who would even attempt such a thigh would be summarily executed but… an idea struck her. “D… does your family live near here? If… if you take us there we’ll reward you… you and your family. Enough guilders to live comfortably for years.” she plead desperately. He paused, thinking about the offer. “Okay! Try not to have any more accidents though… it already smells bad.” With a blush both women followed after the boy, Hestia trying to instill a sense of urgency in the carefree child to get them to safety as quickly as possible.
  16. *This story is a short one-off set in a universe in which a mysterious illness called "Leaky Bladder Syndrome" has caused millions of people around the world to develop frequent urge incontinence and bedwetting* 'Maybe if he focuses on my legs instead of my diapers, he'll think I'm sexy,' I thought, as I modelled a new set of lingerie in the mirror. They were specially designed for women with leaky bladders, including a pair of black fishnet stockings, a sheer black bra, and a ruffled black skirt with red lace accents to cover the diaper. My husband hadn't touched me in months. I was desperate for anything at this point. “What’s with the outfit? Are you trying to look sexy for your husband?" Becca said, casually strolling into my room. "God, that's pathetic." “Please leave me alone,” I replied. She ignored my request. When my leaky bladder forced me back into diapers, my husband, Greg, claimed that he had “physical needs” that couldn’t be met by a woman in diapers. After that, he invited Becca to be his live-in girlfriend. Becca quickly became the alpha woman of the household, finding any excuse to humiliate and degrade me. She would perform constant diaper checks, mocking me when she found I was wet. She would force me to lick my husband’s cum off her pussy. And whenever I resisted, she would take me over her knee and spank me till I was in tears. “If you want your husband to fuck you, you should try not pissing your pants all the time,” Becca laughed. “Why would Greg fuck a little diaper bitch like you when he could have a real woman like me?” She pulled down her pants. “You should show some appreciation. Greg would kick your worthless ass onto the streets if I asked him to. Get on your knees and kiss my ass.” I had no choice. She was right. I was a trophy wife before catching Leaky Bladder Syndrome. I had no job, no money. I’d be out on the street if Greg decided to leave me. She rubbed her ass all over my face. “Kiss it!” she yelled, shoving my face into her ass cheeks. “Kiss my asshole, you little bitch!” Waves of shame and humiliation filled me as I licked her asshole. Once I had been a hot a hot trophy wife. I had been the object of every man’s desire, and I lorded it over everyone. Now I was in diapers, reduced to licking another woman’s butthole. I felt a familiar twinge in my bladder. I had only a few minutes to get to the bathroom before uncontrollably pissing my diaper. “Please, I have to go to the bathroom," I mewled. “Hold it in, like an adult.” Becca replied, laughing as I began to squirm and clutch my crotch, my urgency rapidly growing. “You know what? I’m going to teach you some respect.” She hauled me over her lap. She spanked me like a little girl, piss spurting into my diaper with every slap until my bladder finally gave out, drenching my diaper. “Have a little accident?” Becca mocked. “Looks I’ll be the one fucking Greg tonight. He’s not interested in your pissy pussy.” I sat there in my wet diaper, filled with shame. My dream of finally fucking my husband for the first time in months squashed by a stronger, more dominant woman.
  17. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 006

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    A Royal Tea with foreign dignitaries can be hard on a girl's bladder! Unfortunately, there seems to be no such thing as a "quick little pee break" when you're queen: If that chamber pot fills up before she gets to use it, she'll have to sit back down at the table and endure several more torturous hours of sipping on everyone's favorite diuretic! (She couldn't risk looking impure by spending so much time away from the table waiting for her maids to empty it, you see.) The second request I've done for @DerivativeWings! You can check out my request thread here and make one of your own, if you like!
  18. Hey everyone! Thank to you everyone who voted in my poll, the winning story was about Lady Samantha Edwards; a spoiled rich girl, who discovers and uses her omorashi fetish, to humiliate people for her own erotic thrills. The full story will be published on Amazon soon but until then, here's a sneak peak as thank you to everyone who took part. Enjoy! LADY SAMANTHA EDWARDS - THE BILLION DOLLAR OMORASHI PRINCESS - PART I Samantha stood poised and elegant, smiling sweetly as her father’s helicopter lifted off from her family’s private airstrip; located two miles from the main mansion. Waving daintily, she eventually let her hand fall once the helicopter had become little but a shrinking black dot on the horizon; her sweet smile replaced with a small, smug grin. A dozen family servants stood on both sides of her and she walked in-between them, back towards her family’s limo; the doors opened and closed for her without an order being spoken. She relaxed comfortably against the fine black leather, her smooth red-dress resting gracefully over her knees; covered in fine black tights that stretched down to a pair of light-brown boots worth, more than half her servants’ yearly salaries. Her curly blonde hair was pristine, braided with half a dozen daisies resting atop and her fierce blue eyes gazed out of the window as the limo drove slowly forward. Years of training with the finest tutors in the world had given her a slender, toned figure; her breasts naturally large; though not excessive, her bum sizeable but not weighty. Had any been able to see under her dress at this moment, they would have glimpsed an expensive red-lace thong; satin and damp, with a noticeable wet spot on its front. For Samantha Edwards was minutes away from wetting herself; a shame beyond imagining for someone of her status. Yet; even more shockingly, this was by her choice. She had chanced upon this kink by happenstance; two weeks after her sixteenth birthday. The daughter of a British duke, Lady Alice of Cornwall had been invited to go horse-riding with Samantha by her father and she; reluctantly, had accepted. She had found the girl insufferably boring from the start, yet another lickspittle who tried to flatter her for her beauty or father’s wealth: Vapid, senseless, simple. She had ridden fast and deep into her family’s wood; testing her new ‘friend’s’ ability to keep up, until they were more than two hours ride from her mansion. It had been a boiling summer’s day and Samantha had brought two flasks with her, one of water and one of strong Russian Vodka; yet Lady Alice had drunk most of both as well as her own, struggling with the Californian heat. Her father’s mansion controlled a thousand-acres of woodland and; deep along its trails, Lady Alice suddenly asked if they might return to the mansion. Samantha had eagerly obliged, wishing to be free of her company but found herself amused as she realised why the girl had made the request: With every passing minute, it was clear her fellow lady was becoming increasingly in need of the bathroom. At first, it was subtle; Alice fidgeting too much in the saddles as they galloped or slowing at parts where the ground was more uneven, yet once the first hour of their return journey had reached its end, Samantha witnessed the girl’s plight become blisteringly obvious. Her hand was frequently pressed between her legs in the saddle; something Samantha watched with growing interest she could not quite understand, as Alice began to openly moan, small grunts at first, yet soon, wails of desperation, as eventually, nearing the edge of the woodland, Alice had slipped from her steed and begged Samantha’s leave to wait; telling her she would return shortly. Samantha had simply galloped after her; after half-a-minute or so of shock that anyone would dare abandon and command her within her own lands. She found Alice, struggling desperately against the knots of her tight-riding trousers; squirming desperately on the spot. “Alice, get back on your horse, what do you think you’re doing?!”. “Lady Samantha, please, I beg your pardon; I need just a momen-”. “Do you really think I’m going to let you use these woods as a commoner relieves themselves? Get back on your horse, now; or my father will hear of this”. Alice had reluctantly stumbled back to her horse, her hands clutching in-between her legs with every few steps; as she danced desperately, humiliatingly, in-front of Lady Samantha, trying to avert the inevitable, her long brown hair swaying as her shoulders shook violently. Samantha had considered chastising her behaviour further, however she found the way Alice was behaving strangely fascinating: No-one had ever dared behave this way around her before and she felt a strange knot build in her stomach, like a tension waiting to be relieved. Before she could ponder it further, she heard Alice cry-out as Lady Samantha had gasped in shock. Not ten steps from her horse, Samantha watched as a dark wet patch spread rapidly across Alice’s riding trousers; long streams of pee jetting out from several places, running over her boots and forming a large puddle around her. The girl’s body was shaking with fear and relief as she continued to wet herself, sobbing as she begged Samantha for forgiveness, who barely heard the girl; instead enraptured by her ongoing accident... TO BE CONTINUED...
  19. Hey everyone! Thank to you everyone who voted in my poll, the winning story was about Lady Samantha Edwards; a spoiled rich girl, who discovers and uses her omorashi fetish, to humiliate people for her own erotic thrills. The full story will be published on Amazon soon but until then, here's a sneak peak as thank you to everyone who took part. Enjoy! LADY SAMANTHA EDWARDS - THE BILLION DOLLAR OMORASHI PRINCESS - PART I Samantha stood poised and elegant, smiling sweetly as her father’s helicopter lifted off from her family’s private airstrip; located two miles from the main mansion. Waving daintily, she eventually let her hand fall once the helicopter had become little but a shrinking black dot on the horizon; her sweet smile replaced with a small, smug grin. A dozen family servants stood on both sides of her and she walked in-between them, back towards her family’s limo; the doors opened and closed for her without an order being spoken. She relaxed comfortably against the fine black leather, her smooth red-dress resting gracefully over her knees; covered in fine black tights that stretched down to a pair of light-brown boots worth, more than half her servants’ yearly salaries. Her curly blonde hair was pristine, braided with half a dozen daisies resting atop and her fierce blue eyes gazed out of the window as the limo drove slowly forward. Years of training with the finest tutors in the world had given her a slender, toned figure; her breasts naturally large; though not excessive, her bum sizeable but not weighty. Had any been able to see under her dress at this moment, they would have glimpsed an expensive red-lace thong; satin and damp, with a noticeable wet spot on its front. For Samantha Edwards was minutes away from wetting herself; a shame beyond imagining for someone of her status. Yet; even more shockingly, this was by her choice. She had chanced upon this kink by happenstance; two weeks after her sixteenth birthday. The daughter of a British duke, Lady Alice of Cornwall had been invited to go horse-riding with Samantha by her father and she; reluctantly, had accepted. She had found the girl insufferably boring from the start, yet another lickspittle who tried to flatter her for her beauty or father’s wealth: Vapid, senseless, simple. She had ridden fast and deep into her family’s wood; testing her new ‘friend’s’ ability to keep up, until they were more than two hours ride from her mansion. It had been a boiling summer’s day and Samantha had brought two flasks with her, one of water and one of strong Russian Vodka; yet Lady Alice had drunk most of both as well as her own, struggling with the Californian heat. Her father’s mansion controlled a thousand-acres of woodland and; deep along its trails, Lady Alice suddenly asked if they might return to the mansion. Samantha had eagerly obliged, wishing to be free of her company but found herself amused as she realised why the girl had made the request: With every passing minute, it was clear her fellow lady was becoming increasingly in need of the bathroom. At first, it was subtle; Alice fidgeting too much in the saddles as they galloped or slowing at parts where the ground was more uneven, yet once the first hour of their return journey had reached its end, Samantha witnessed the girl’s plight become blisteringly obvious. Her hand was frequently pressed between her legs in the saddle; something Samantha watched with growing interest she could not quite understand, as Alice began to openly moan, small grunts at first, yet soon, wails of desperation, as eventually, nearing the edge of the woodland, Alice had slipped from her steed and begged Samantha’s leave to wait; telling her she would return shortly. Samantha had simply galloped after her; after half-a-minute or so of shock that anyone would dare abandon and command her within her own lands. She found Alice, struggling desperately against the knots of her tight-riding trousers; squirming desperately on the spot. “Alice, get back on your horse, what do you think you’re doing?!”. “Lady Samantha, please, I beg your pardon; I need just a momen-”. “Do you really think I’m going to let you use these woods as a commoner relieves themselves? Get back on your horse, now; or my father will hear of this”. Alice had reluctantly stumbled back to her horse, her hands clutching in-between her legs with every few steps; as she danced desperately, humiliatingly, in-front of Lady Samantha, trying to avert the inevitable, her long brown hair swaying as her shoulders shook violently. Samantha had considered chastising her behaviour further, however she found the way Alice was behaving strangely fascinating: No-one had ever dared behave this way around her before and she felt a strange knot build in her stomach, like a tension waiting to be relieved. Before she could ponder it further, she heard Alice cry-out as Lady Samantha had gasped in shock. Not ten steps from her horse, Samantha watched as a dark wet patch spread rapidly across Alice’s riding trousers; long streams of pee jetting out from several places, running over her boots and forming a large puddle around her. The girl’s body was shaking with fear and relief as she continued to wet herself, sobbing as she begged Samantha for forgiveness, who barely heard the girl; instead enraptured by her ongoing accident... TO BE CONTINUED...
  20. So, this is my first story. Sorry it's kinda weird. Hope you enjoy it, regardless. "Sally, I can't believe you." Her father said disappointed. Sally had really done it now. In the middle of the night, she vandalized her fathers car, covering it with drawings of dicks with a pink spray can. "I had to go to work in a goddamn dick-mobile!" He shouted. "Why would you do this?" Sally said nothing, not wanting to speak or even look at her father. With Sally not saying anything to explain herself, her father left to calm himself down, only saying he'd have something to say at 5. Sally Went to her room. She wondered what he'd have her do as a punishment, but decided whatever it was, it was worth it to get at him. Sally was 17. She had long brown hair, and was wearing a green shirt and blue leggings. She and her father had been distant for a very long time. Ever since the divorce, she and her mother had come to hate him. However she always had to visit for the weekends. She hated it. The "dick mobile" as her father called it was one of her ways of revenge. After browsing and texting on her phone for a while, the time soon reached 5 o'clock. Her father called her down to the living room. "What do you want?" She asked. "I finally decided what to do." He replied. "Fine. What's my punishment?" "Well," He said. "You might not be getting punished." "Great, see ya!" She said as she went to walk back to her room. "Oh, Come on! Get back here. there's more to it." Sally sighed and walked back. "....What?" He handed her two bottles of water. "Drink these." "I'm not thirsty." She said. "DRINK THEM." He said sternly. Sally rolled her eyes as she grabbed a bottle, sat on the couch, and drank it (The bottle I mean, not the couch. You can't drink a couch.) She drank the bottle rather quickly just to get this over with. "Wow. What a punishment." She said sarcastically. "And the other one." her father said. "The other one?" she asked. "Why? What are you planning?" "DRINK THE OTHER ONE." He said, raising his voice. With a sigh, she grabbed and drank the other one. The whole time, wondering "What the hell?" When she finished drinking the second bottle, she felt a small twinge in her tummy, but thought nothing of it. She noticed her father had the camcorder. "What are you doing with that?" she asked. "Here's the deal!" he said. "I'm giving you a chance not to get punished. Soon, the water you drank will reach your bladder. If you can stay here in this room for the next hour and a half and not pee yourself, You won't be punished." Sally's eyes widened in shock and confusion at what her father just said. "........What the fuck!" "Language." He said "And you heard me. Hour and a half, don't pee yourself, and you won't be punished." "....." Sally was speechless. What the hell has he been smoking? she thought. "And if I do pee, what's the punishment?" "That's a secret." he replied in a terse manner. "Why do this?" She asked. "What made you even think of this in the first place?" Her father simply shrugged. "Seemed like a fun way to pass the time." Fun? Fun!? He thought this would be fun? On hearing this, Sally suddenly remembered something. One night, her mother mentioned something to her friends. "That weirdo is into women peeing themselves. Can you fucking believe that?" Is that what this is? She thought. He's really into that? But I'm his daughter. What the fuck! "What's to stop me from going to the bathroom right now?" She asked. "Nothing." he said. "I won't stop you, but if you do, your punishment will be worse than if you cooperate." "What even is the punishment? is it the camera?" "As I said, it's a secret. But I will be recording." So that's it. she thought. He's probably gonna film it and use it for something. Sally thought about just using the bathroom, but then she realized something. If she goes through with this and wins, she won't be punished, and that's another way she can get at him. This thought alone made her want to go through with this. After all, she's an adult. She's not gonna piss her pants like some baby. "Okay then." she said. "Alright." he said as he started the camcorder and started filming. Now here's the thing. There's not really much to say for the first 30 minutes. The water hadn't really reached her bladder, so she was just kinda sitting there. They had the TV on though. Ooh, TV, yay! Now, after the 40 minute mark was when she started to feel uncomfortable. Nothing too serious, but enough for her to notice it. After an hour, It was enough to make her want to hold herself. She was worried about doing that though as her father was looking at her and still filming. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of watching her struggle. 15 minutes later, that became a pipe dream. She crossed her legs and squeezed. Not too hard, though, as she still didn't want him to know. She looked at him to check and, unfortunately, he had a small grin. "Don't be shy." he said. "By all means, do whatever you need to do to win." Sally scoffed. Hearing that made her mad. Her father acting like this was just some game. It meant so much more to her. But he was right about one thing. She has to win. With that, she squeezed her legs together more just until the urge to pee died down a bit. An hour and 25 minutes in, She could hardly sit still anymore. She was constantly switching between squeezing her thighs, having her hands in her crotch, and crossing her legs. Her father laughed. "you're like a pretzel." He was saying it to get on her nerves. and the worst part was it was working. Sally kepts holding on until finally Ring ring ring ring! The timer finally went off, signalling that she had won. "YES!" she shouted as she got up, and raised her fists in victory. She quickly walked to the toilet. it was practically calling her name. "Sally. Sally. come pee in me. You know you want to." "Hang on!" Her father said, stopping her. Sally winced in pain before turning to face him. "What? I won." "Yes, you did. And congratulations." he said. "But how would you like to raise the stakes?" "Come on! You can't just change the rules!" "I'm not changing the rules. I'm just giving you something more to gain." Sally was getting really annoyed now. She wanted to pee, dammit! "What are you talking about?" "Another half hour. If you lose, you still get punished." He said. "But if you win, I get you a ticket to the concert to that band you like." "Fourty Hands?" She quickly asked. They were Sally's favorite band. She loved their music, and it just so happened that they were on tour, and would be in town next month. Hearing the name of that band made her father cringe "Yeah, those guys. I'll get you a ticket if you hold it for just a half hour more." Sally wanted that ticket, but she also wanted to pee. Like a lot. She really had to pee now. "Come on." He said. "When are you gonna have another chance to see them in person?" Sally bit her lip in thought. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. But could she hold it? She could. Could she? "Just a half hour, right?" She asked anxiously. He nodded "30 minutes. Well 29 now. The timer's going." 29 minutes. Sally's bladder felt so full, and the muscles in her crotch felt like a castle gate being attack by a battering ram. But 29 minutes ".......nnnnnng Okay!" She finally said as she went back to the couch. As she sat down, her bladder felt like it wanted to cry. ten more minutes passed. Sally was taking deep breathes through her teeth. She had her hands in her crotch and legs crossed too. She wasn't concerned about how she looked to her father or the camera anymore. She needed to pee REALLY BADLY. She knew it, he knew it, maybe the whole world knew it, she didn't care. She wanted to win this. If her bladder could talk, it would say nothing but profanity aimed directly at Sally for this torture. She couldn't sit still anymore. Sally stood up and started doing a little dance, lifting her legs up and down, left and right, Kinda like she was on a Dance Dance Revolution pad. "Want me play some music?" Her father asked. "SHUT UP!!" She shouted in desperation, making him laugh. Sally hated that laugh. She hated him. She's torturing herself for his amusement, and he's fucking laughing. She wanted to think about how sweet it'll be to finally win this, but that made holding it worse. Thinking about winning made her think about peeing. Peeing? Oh, how she wanted to pee. She wished she could just run to the toilet, rip her leggings down and pee until the cows came home. Oh, how good it would be. Practically orgasmic, she thought. "SHIT!" she shouted as a little leaked out into her panties. Fortunately, she was able to stop it. But man, that was close. One hour and fifty five minutes. Just five more minutes, and she'd win. She could get that ticket to the band she loved, and she'd get to pee in the toilet she lo.....well, I mean, she doesn't love the toilet, that be weird, but she couldn't wait to see it again. Two more minutes pass. Three minutes until sweet victory. Sally was not in great condition. She was sweating, exhausted, and in so much pain. But soon it would be over. Soon, she could finally relax. Just three more minutes. She could do this. She can win! SHE CAN- What's that noise. Sally suddenly heard the familiar sound of peeing. It wasn't her. What's going on. She looked to her father, who was playing noises on his phone. Noises of people peeing. "Stop that!" She demanded. Hearing those clips of other people peeing made her urge to pee even worse. If he kept playing those.... oh god. "STOP IT!" She yelled as she grabbed her crotch and held on for dear life "...PLEASE!! STOP!!!" But he didn't. He just played more and more peeing clips, and made them louder. "Ahh.....Ahhh..." She tried so hard to keep it in. She tried everything she could to hold it. She did everything right. And it wasn't enough. "NO! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" It started as a dribble. Then a spurt. Then the inevitable. Sally started to pee her pants. She tried her best to hold it in, but all that did at this point was getting pee on her hands. At this point, there was nothing more she could do except let it happen. It gushed out like a hose after fixing the kink, soaking her panties, her pants, her socks, and finally, the tiled floor. It probably felt great, like she thought earlier, but if you asked her for details, she wouldn't know. All she could think at that moment was how she lost, and that she was pissing herself in front of her father. Eventually, she was finally empty. even thought it was only a minute, it felt like an eternity to her. She looked up at her father, who was just beaming with a great big small. "Oh, what do you know. You lost!" he said like a total dick. "Oh, fuck you!" Sally finally said. "Hey. Don't talk like that." "NO! FUCK YOU!" She shouted. "ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT?! YOU SICK FUCK!!" Her father's eyes widened. "...Wait, what?" "Mom told me everything." Sally revealed. "She told me this is your sick fetish. You bastard! I'M YOUR DAUGHTER!" He gasped. "...No ....Sally, no. That's not-" "FUCK OFF! I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear whatever sick thing you plan on doing with that footage either. I don't-" Sally was suddenly interrupted by her father hugging her. Sally was ready to knock his goddamn head off, but this was different. This wasn't the hug of some sick creep. Out of nowhere, this was her father. "Not you." he said. "Never you. That wasn't- this wasn't..... That's not what this was." "Then what the hell was it?" "Sally, You drew dicks on my car. I had to go to work, and had to explain to everyone who asked that my daughter drew dicks on my car. Do you have any idea what it feels like to be humiliated by family?" "I DO NOW!" She shouted. "Exactly!" he said, backing out from the hug, placing his hands on her shoulders, and looking at her in the eye. "I needed you to understand. Doing things like this and embarrassing others, that's not okay." "Wait." Sally said suddenly realizing something. "Me peeing myself... was the punishment." "BINGO!" He shouted, raising his hands to the sky. "If I just sent you to your room or made you do chores, would you have learned anything?" Sally was stunned by his logic. "......No. I guess I wouldn't have." She admitted. "But did you have to do this?" "It was the only thing I could think of." He said. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry." This was her father? She thought her father was some sick creepy asshole. Her mother said so many awful things about him to her. "When Mom told me you were into this, I thought you were-" "I know." He said, stopping her from finishing that sentence. ".....I know." Her father seemed very sad at the mention of his ex wife. "....Your mother ......I don't know what happened to her. She and I were so in love, but one day, she slowly began to change." He claimed. "You noticed it too, haven't you?" "Yeah." Sally never wanted to admit it, but she had noticed. Her mother used to be a loving lady, but years ago, she changed. This whole time, Sally blamed her father, but it wasn't his fault at all. All this time, he was still a kind, caring person, and her mother treated him like dirt. And now. so did Sally. Sally felt awful now for how she had been treating him all this time. "Anyway, here. Take a look." Her father handed her the camera. "....Wait a minute." She said. The moment she grabbed the camera how cool it felt. "Are you serious!?" "I never turned it on." He revealed. "That was just to mess with you. Sorry about that. Also this." he said as he grabbed a small box from the shelf and handed it to her. Sally opened it, and inside was a ticket. A ticket to see 40 Hands. "I bought it for you two days ago. I wanted to surprise you." Sally couldn't believe it. She was speechless. "....I ....You.......I'm surprised!" The two of them started to laugh. ordinarily, that should've cause just a small chuckle, but after everything that just happened, they needed a laugh. The both of them laughed pretty hard, but Sally slowly went from laughing to crying. "I'm so sorry!" She said with tears in her eyes. "This whole time, I blamed you for everything. I treated you horribly. I.... I... I" Her father hugged her again. "I'm sorry too." They hugged for a long time. Once the emotions started to calm down a little, Sally went to shower. Her father cleaned up the mess. She offered to clean it, but he said it was fine, and he'd clean her clothes in the laundry too. As Sally washed herself off in the shower, she realized everything was different now. The parent she hated was loving, the parent she loved was kind of a bitch. Everything felt upside down now. But there was one thought that kind of made her laugh. for some weird reason, some strange miracle. Her peeing herself brought her and her father closer together.
  21. Hello everybody. I'm a long time lurker looking to start being a bit more active. I've started a story, although it's a bit different to some of the other things that I've seen on this site. It's not strictly an omorashi story so much as a humiliation story which will have omo elements. The first chapter is predominantly about spanking. I did, however, check in the chat room and was told that it would still be suitable for this site. Just to give everybody fair warning, this humiliation story will involve wetting (I don't think that will upset any here), spanking, nappies/diapers and reluctant nudity. Please be gentle with feedback, this is my first time. White Tights Chapter one Chloe Montague stood in the headmaster’s office with a look of smug satisfaction on her face. There were three other girls in the room with her. One, Sarah Daniels, was a prefect who was here to witness the punishment of the other two. Jessica Davis and Lily Kingston had been brought here because Chloe had informed Sarah that they were smoking in the bushes when they were supposed to be in class. Chloe had no problem with Jessica, but she took great delight in watching Lily squirm. They had never been particularly fond of each other, and this was just the latest occasion when Chloe had managed to get her in trouble. What was particularly thrilling for Chloe though, was that this was the first time she had been asked to attend the headmaster’s office as well, so she thought she would enjoy the show. You see, at St Margaret’s, there are certain offences which have clear and determined punishments. Smoking on the school grounds was one such offence, and Chloe was well aware that Jessica and Lily would soon have their knickers pulled down for a bare bottom spanking, followed by six strokes of the cane. Chloe thought that witnessing Lily humbled while her knickers were down and she was punished like a child would be nothing short of exhilarating. Both Jessica and Lily knew what was coming, and certainly didn’t seem to be looking forward to it. Lily had been punished in this manner before, and while she could deal with the pain easily enough, the humiliation of being exposed, and having to assume demeaning positions was the thing that she hated. Lily was just thinking that she would have to find a way to get back at Chloe when the door opened, and the headmaster strode in. The girls didn’t know his exact age, but he seemed young for a man of his position, which made it all the more humiliating to be punished by him. ‘It is very disappointing to have to resort to such punishments for three top year girls,’ he said solemnly. ‘Three?’ said Lily, ‘Only Lily and Jessica were smoking.’ ‘They may have been the only ones smoking, but the only reason that you were aware that they were smoking when they should have been in class is because you were not in class yourself. You may not be getting the cane this morning, Chloe Montague, but I think your actions still warrant a bare bottom spanking.’ Chloe gasped in shock, while Lily smirked at the idea of Chloe finally getting punished for something. Not only would Chloe be spanked, but Lily would get to see the spectacle herself. She thought that this made her own impending punishment seem entirely worthwhile. The headmaster pulled a chair in to the middle of the room and sat down on it. ‘Jessica, I’m very disappointed to see you here. I think I’ll start with you please. Place yourself over my lap.’ Jessica obediently did as she was told, and assumed the embarrassing position. Before she had a chance to fully settle into her position on the headmasters lap, he brought his hand down hard, hitting her bottom through her skirt. Again and again he brought his hand down, and apart from an occasional grunt, Jessica was incredibly well composed. After perhaps a minute of spanking over the skirt, the headmaster lifted it onto her back, exposing her flesh coloured tights, and her skimpy black thong beneath. Chloe could see through the tights that Jessica’s bottom had already started to turn red, and as Jessica realised that her skirt had been lifted, her cheeks flushed so that she appeared to be blushing at both ends. The spanking resumed over Jessica’s tights for some time, but she was obviously finding it harder to compose herself now, the assault on her bottom taking its toll. She was starting to fidget on the headmaster’s lap as he spanked her. Chloe watched as the headmaster then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Jessica’s tights and brought them down to just below her knees. With nothing but a thong covering her nether regions, Chloe could see the full extent of the crimson bloom on Jessica’s bottom. It was at this point, as Jessica’s skimpy knickers were exposed, that Chloe had a shocking realisation. When she got dressed for school that morning she hadn’t expected anybody to see her knickers. To say that she wasn’t wearing her best pair was something of an understatement. She suddenly felt absolutely mortified at the idea of the other girls seeing her knickers, let alone the headmaster. As Chloe was having these thoughts, the spanking continued, and the slight fidgeting that Jessica had been guilty of before had become full blown wriggling. It was hard to believe that this girl had been seemingly unaffected by her spanking mere minutes ago. Next came the part that Chloe was truly dreading for herself. The headmaster unceremoniously yanked Jessica’s knickers down so that they rested at the same point as her tights, and immediately resumed spanking. Chloe realised with horror that as Jessica writhed on the headmaster’s lap, she was exposing herself to everybody in the room. Her legs flailed wildly, meaning that everybody present got a good look at the girl’s vagina and pubic hair. Her continual motion also meant that her arsehole was making a regular appearance. Chloe looked on with sympathy, and fear. She wasn’t sure that she could bear this terrible humiliation. As Jessica’s spanking drew to a close, Chloe realised that there was something worse than the other girls seeing her knickers. Chloe’s boyfriend had recently convinced her that it would be ‘sexy’ if she shaved everything down below. Feeling somewhat foolish, Chloe had gone along with it, only to decide that it made her look incredibly juvenile. Her embarrassing knickers being talked about afterwards would be bad enough, but she would be relentlessly teased if word got out about her bald fanny. As suddenly as it began, Jessica’s spanking was over. Her skirt was tucked into its own waistband, and she was told to stand with her hands on head. Her pubic mound was fully exposed to the room, and Chloe knew that she was in for an incredibly humiliating time when it was her turn. She was, however, granted a short reprieve when the headmaster asked for Lily next. Chloe had previously thought she would enjoy seeing this, but now that it was in front of her she couldn’t stop thinking about her turn. Chloe could not stop thinking about what was to come and hardly noticed Lily’s spanking occurring right in front of her. She was deep in thought, desperately trying to think of a way out of being punished when a strange sound brought her out of her trance. She looked in front of her to see Lily draped over the headmaster’s lap with her skimpy red knickers down, but the headmaster had stopped and was looking at Chloe. Even Lily, exposed as she was, was looking at Chloe and smirking. Chloe looked down as the sound continued and realised with horror that it was coming from her. ‘Sir, it looks like Chloe has had a little accident,’ said Lily with mock concern. ‘I can see that Lily, but your punishment isn’t finished yet. Sarah go to the office and get the white tights.’ As the last slaps came down on Lily’s naked bottom, she stared intently at Chloe, grinning from ear to ear.
  22. Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  23. View File Pampered Penny: diapered & Sissified For Ruining Wife's Salon Visit Video clip by Pampered Penny (https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/11315/pampered-penny) For some reason no sound on Windows Movies & TV or Media player, but playing normally on VLC or Televzr Warning: male & female nudity, male masturbation! Scenario as decribed on her C4S site: It was disappointing but not surprising when my hair appointment was interrupted by a phone call from my husband's babysitter, Bambi, telling me that he had wet his pants again. I had to hire Bambi because I could not trust my little baby hubby to be alone without either wetting himself or playing with himself all day but the poor girl has had enough of the pathetic sissy. I come home with rollers still in my hair from the salon and find him on the kitchen floor, still sitting in a puddle of his own shame. He is equal parts terrified and humiliated, as I explain that Bambi quit because is he too much of a baby even for a babysitter and that I was silly to let him wear boxers at all. Despite being stripped out of his wet pants and into a baby diaper and frilly pink dress by his wife, the sissy baby still finds a way to make his situation more embarrassing. His little baby cock gets hard and he has another kind of accident during his diaper change, as if I needed more proof that he has no self-control. I have a hair appointment to finish, so he will just have to wear that squishy, creamy diaper under his pink sissy dress back to the salon with me. Submitter Cathyva Submitted 06/22/2020 Category Male  
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