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  1. I again, I have been searching a lot of indian Pee holding content and trying to save and preserve it from getting disappeared from the whole internet. Before this happens I have been trying my best to search these hard finding videos and back it up at clouds.. If anyone have some pls help us to make a list like we are doing for movie scenes in our Discord server.
  2. Hey there!! I'm an active member for past 2 years here and I have been enjoying being in the community seeing a lot of Indians or Desi people out here sharing their indie experiences and stories too. I would like this to continue and since for Indians, I have also started and maintaining a server for Indian Omorashi content for 2 years. I'm planning to have an active community full of Indians who are interested to get into the Indian side of Omorashi mainly many Indians like me who are searching. I wanted to do this job a bit easier for everyone. Just state a solution so we all can be grouped together!!
  3. A story I have written with the help of AI and prompts and several revisions, as promised. Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. I will look forward to comments. Chapter 1: The Dilemma Meera found herself navigating the bustling corridors of the crowded mall, a place she hadn't initially planned to visit. Her presence there was an impromptu decision, driven by the need to find Ashwin's favorite toy, a reward for his excellent behavior and results at a school test. Her silk saree, chosen for its simplicity, clung to her skin as she wove through the crowds of shoppers, the fabric a reflection of her hectic life as a working mother. As she walked through the mall, her mind raced with thoughts of the day. She had picked Ashwin up from school earlier after work, intending to head straight home. But as the car approached the mall, a mere 2 minutes from home, Ashwin's persistent pleas to visit his beloved toy store had swayed her decision. "Mom, please, can we just go inside for a few minutes?" Ashwin's eyes brimmed with anticipation, and his plea tugged at her heart. She agreed, hoping to surprise him with a new toy that would light up his eyes with joy, her enthusiasm masked by the growing urgency in her abdomen. Time, however, was not on her side. Meera's day at work had been a whirlwind of tasks and responsibilities. Her role as a marketing executive demanded her full attention, and this particular day had been filled with back-to-back meetings, leaving her with little time to spare. By the time she left her office, she was already running later than she had intended. Ashwin had eagerly anticipated sharing his test results with her, and she couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him. She knew she should have heeded the restroom's call at the office before leaving, but her haste and focus on Ashwin's anticipation had caused her to overlook her well-being. The traffic had been unusually heavy that day, and with each passing minute, her sense of urgency grew. She silently cursed the congestion, willing the minutes to pass faster as she navigated through the sea of vehicles. Finally, when she arrived at the school, Ashwin was already waiting for her. The moment he spotted her, his face lit up with joy. He couldn't wait to share his recent test results, and his excitement was infectious. Meera felt a surge of pride for her son, who had performed exceptionally well, and she hugged him tightly, momentarily forgetting her own discomfort. The promise of a beautiful afternoon spent together at home overshadowed the discomfort slowly creeping in. Meera believed she could manage until they got home, as their house was just a ten-minute drive away. She didn't want to ruin the moment and decided to prioritize Ashwin's happiness. Little did she know that the consequences of her decision would soon catch up with her. The mall, usually a place of leisurely strolls and window shopping, had suddenly transformed into a labyrinth of chaos. With each passing moment, the urgency of her own needs grew, and she realized she should have heeded the restroom's calls earlier. Meera watched Ashwin's boundless enthusiasm carry him from one captivating display to another. The sheer delight in his eyes as he explored the mall's wonders was infectious, and it was difficult to say no to his innocent requests. But the growing pressure in her abdomen and the relentless passage of time were a heavy burden to bear. Her steps faltered, and she felt beads of sweat form on her brow, a testament to her inner turmoil. The mall's complex layout seemed like a labyrinth of distraction, with shops and shoppers forming a disorienting maze. She tried to maintain a calm facade for Ashwin, not wanting to spoil his joy, but the pressure in her abdomen was relentless, a growing urgency she could no longer ignore. As they navigated the busy corridors, Meera couldn't help but steal glances at the restroom signs. It was a subtle act, a discreet check to see how far they were from the much-needed refuge. Her steps, though graceful, bore the weight of her discomfort. The silk saree she wore, chosen for its elegance and simplicity, now felt like a heavy burden, clinging uncomfortably to her skin. The tension within Meera continued to mount as she navigated the ever-crowded mall, her graceful steps at odds with her increasing desperation. Ashwin's insatiable curiosity and boundless energy were juxtaposed with her urgent need for a restroom. The toy store and the mesmerizing carousel were just distractions, and although she yearned to bask in her son's joy, her bladder's demand for relief had become an overwhelming priority. She did her best to maintain her composure, but her discomfort was undeniable. Her patience wore thin as she followed Ashwin from one attraction to another, all the while struggling to ignore the relentless pressure in her lower abdomen. The saree, once a symbol of her grace, now clung to her like a heavy weight, a constant reminder of her predicament. Finally, when Ashwin darted toward a captivating candy store, Meera seized the opportunity to catch hold of him. She knelt, her voice gentle but trembling, and spoke to her son. "Ashwin, darling, we need to find a restroom now. It's really important." Her urgency was evident in her eyes, and Ashwin, sensing the seriousness of the situation, nodded and agreed to follow her, temporarily setting aside his fascination with the candies. Chapter 2: Desperation in the Labyrinth With Ashwin in tow, they embarked on a quest to find the restroom, every step filled with a sense of impending crisis. Meera's composure was a fragile veneer, masking the turmoil within. Her desperation had peaked, and as they continued their search, her efforts to hold back the tide of urgency were on the brink of failure. Meera's panic grew with each step they took, searching for the elusive restroom in the mall's complex layout. The disorienting maze of shops, coupled with the bustling crowd of shoppers, made her feel utterly lost. Desperation surged within her, and her body protested against the pressure, becoming more insistent by the moment. Then, in a moment of sheer panic, it happened. A small, involuntary leak broke through, and Meera's cheeks flushed with the heat of embarrassment. Meera felt like time had slowed down, and the world around her became a blur. She suddenly froze, her breath catching in her throat as the small, involuntary leak caught her completely off guard. It was as if the universe had conspired to put her in this humiliating situation, and her cheeks flushed with the heat of embarrassment, turning a shade of crimson that rivaled her vibrant saree. Amid the bustling mall, people hurriedly walked past, oblivious to her internal turmoil. The pressure had become too much to bear. Desperate to stave off the impending disaster, she clenched her muscles, cutting off the surprise leak. Meera clenched her muscles with all the strength she could muster, like a dam resisting the relentless flow of a river. The effort was visible in how her body tensed, causing her to momentarily sway on the spot. She felt the sweat forming on her brow and her palms growing clammy as she fought to halt the surprise leak. Amidst the cacophony of shoppers and the relentless march of time, an irritated passerby impatiently called out, "Move along, lady! Don't just stand there in the middle of the corridor!" The stranger's voice pierced through Meera's thoughts, a reminder that the world kept moving, and she needed to as well. Her heart raced as she forced her feet to obey, slowly resuming her steps, one shaky stride at a time. As she continued her determined march towards the restroom, her inner monologue was filled with self-reproach. She chastised herself for not heeding the restroom's call earlier at the school and her office. Regret mingled with her embarrassment, intensifying the turmoil within her. The mall had transformed from a place of leisure to a battleground, and Meera was determined to emerge victorious in her quest to find relief. Shelving her shyness, Meera approached a nearby security guard, her voice quivering with urgency. Her usual reserved demeanor was overshadowed by the desperation gnawing at her, and she needed help. "Excuse me," she said, her eyes conveying her distress. "Could you please tell me where the nearest restroom is?" The security guard, a man in his late fifties with a stern, weathered face and an air of indifference, gave her a curt nod, pointing in the direction of the restroom before turning back to chat with his colleague. As Meera led Ashwin towards the restrooms, she couldn't help but overhear the conversation between the security guard and his colleague. They were talking about how people treated the mall like a public restroom, and Meera felt a pang of anger and humiliation. She almost considered confronting the guard for his rudeness but was too desperate and embarrassed to do so. The thought of going home crossed her mind. The home was a mere ten minutes away by car, and her familiar bathroom offered comfort and privacy. However, the idea of driving home and leaving her unfinished shopping task - buying Ashwin's toy - nagged at her. The journey to the restroom felt like a never-ending marathon. Meera's elegant saree, once a symbol of grace, now clung to her with an uncomfortable weight. With every step, her desperation intensified, turning her composed gait into an anxious shuffle. Ashwin, the bundle of energy, was pulling her forward, utterly oblivious to the turmoil within his mother. When they finally arrived at the restroom area, Meera's heart sank as she was met with the disheartening sight of a queue of people. She quickly counted the individuals in front of her, noticing that there were only four women ahead, which offered a glimmer of hope in her moment of desperation. The restrooms, both for ladies and gents, were located nearby, and she couldn't help but envy the fact that there was no line for the men's room. As Meera stood there, she glanced at the men's restroom and wished she could simply rush in, but the societal norms and her inhibitions held her back.
  4. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    Today isn't Symmetra's best day. Good thing her shorts hide the wetspots, right?

    © Overwatch

  5. Anyone can start listing the Indian movies that features pee desperation and or wetting.
  6. Hi beautiful people here ❤️, Recently I watched an Indian film regarding pee desperation. The film was about an Indian policewoman struggling to hold pee during her duty. The whole movie was about how she tries hard to control her bladder without wetting herself. And also it emphasises how much she drinks, how she misses the chances to empty her bladder and how she fidgets around to keep her urine inside her bladder. Without spoiling anymore, the link is (English subtitles available) https://youtu.be/aGLJAwU-6Yc Until I saw this, I never believed that there would be any movies made about pee desperation alone. But luckily finally I found this. Being myself a pee holding girl, I strongly believe a girl who controls her bladder as long as she wants is indeed a heroine. The police girl in this movie too is more than a heroine as she tries to protect her country, perform her duty well while holding her full bladder. This is one of the best movies I ever watched. Especially that movie will be appreciated among the people here who are into omorashi. I believe that this great movie deserves a separate post to discuss it, although I had seen it being slightly discussed in few other posts like "worst jobs for pee holding girls". That's why I thought of starting a thread here to review and discuss that movie. Special thanks for @DesperateJillwho gave me the movie link in another chat, and @peeople who had put the link in a different thread of this site. I hope you also will express your ideas about this movie here.. So everyone watch the movie and let's talk about it ❤️
  7. Hello everyone. This is my first attempt to write an story in English. Its an imaginary story, so let me know your thoughts. ...... Hi, I am Suparna from India. I am currently in the final year of the MBBS ( Doctor graduation course for Westerners ) course in the prestigious college in our country. This incident happened to me during my last final practical exam. For some context, the practical exam for mbbs is an extremely drawn out process. It starts in the morning with identification of some body parts relevant to the subject, then actually cutting into cadaver ( preserved dead bodies) to find out body parts, perform some procedures, and ends with viva. And this process goes for the whole day. At the Start of my final practical exam, I was wearing a pretty normal top, normal innerwear and a skin colour slaxx, I wanted to be comfortable for the upcoming day. I had my food, and hydrated myself, and went to the exam lab at 10am in the morning. All the procedures till viva took 3pm in the afternoon. And after that, I went to the line for viva. In the viva line, I am last in our batch ( the line order is alphabetical), so I was waiting at the end of the line, there were like 15 students before me. I brought out my notes, and started revising before the viva ( it is allowed ). During that, I had a little urge to pee, but I ignored it and focused on studying. I was super nervous about the viva, because the professor who was taking it was very senior surgeon. So I tried to ignore my urge, and concentrated. After nearly 40 mins, my turn came. I left my bag outside, and entered the room. The professor was sitting on the desk, kinda ready to leave as I was the last student. I stood in the middle of the room, and he asked me to come to the desk and sign the attendance sheet. After that, he said " Ok suparna right? Let's get this over with ..." And started asking me question related to the course, which I don't want to bore the readers with. But the gist was, they were hard, it was like he wanted to ask hard questions to end the session quickly. I could barely answer the first 2 questions, stumbled on the third one.. but 4,5,6 questions were totally clueless to me.. i was just fumbling... At that moment, due to the sheer nervousness, my urge to pee suddenly came back with 10 fold intensity. My bladder was full,and started hurting... I crossed my leg while facing the seventh question, which also I didn't knew the full answer. On the 9th question, i was bursting, both in pressure and shame of not being able to answer anything. Then came the 10th question, the question which I knew the answer, I tried to collect my thought, and tried to give the answer, but I realised what happened. In the second of concentration loss, my bladder gave up on me, and piss started rolling down, making a dark spot in my skin colour slaxx.... In front of this well known surgeon, I suddenly did not know what to do, covered my face, while I peed completely infront of him.. after 10 seconds of silence, the professor started laughing " you are such a nervous child, do you really think you can become a doctor in this situation? Tell me should I even pass you? " I was shut off my brain, nothing came to my mind, I just embarrassed myself in front of the surgeon, and now I might possibly fail the exam. I was stupendous... The professor said " Tell me should I pass you? U reek if piss now." I had some courage to say " Yes sir, I need to pass, my parents are believing in me." ....... I will tell the overly sexualise fantasy only someone comments that its okay to continue. Let me know the opinion. Thank you.
  8. Hey I am searching for a role-playing partner like I am totally into Omorashi of all kinds and flexibility...I have a variety of plots which we can do it in a long term..if our role-playing going great we can make a group and have a group roleplays with Indian scenarios... Hope people are interested in this!! See Ya
  9. It's been a long time since somone has done a topic from India. So is ther any recent Indian movie wetting scene or Indian wetting videos if there please reply.
  10. School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes thing worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Andui peacefully sat on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took metallic the bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. Soon the knicker was well placed covering a buttocks and the vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤
  11. What i am going to share is 100% true believe it or not. So in India people hire maids to do house hold jobs. So even in my house a woman comes everyday to do the dishes and sweep the floor. Today when she arrived, i heard her talking to my mum that her neighbourhood is facing some water shortage and she wanted to fill water from our house, which my mum agreed. Then she continued her work as usual nothing much. After sometime after attending my online classes and i just came out of my room to the living room and when i looked through the window which shows the balcony i saw she quickly removed her pants till mid thigh exposing her butt(not completely) and squatted there. I realised she was taking a piss in the balcony. I was shocked and felt Butterflies in my stomach, i have never seen something like this ...other than in fantasies. I pretended to move around the house to take something so that she dont think I'm staring at her. She was just looking at the door from which one can enter balcony to check if someone was coming. After a solid 1 minute she opened the tap and washed her and took a mop and cleaned the entire balcony. She then informed my mum that she had did all the chores but she didn't said anything about the piss she took. THE END*** How must have happened? Till now even i myself will think its fake. So i try to explain how it is true. -When i saw her through the windows which show the balcony, the windows were covered with curtains but the curtains didn't cover till the bottom of the window, which i think she assumed that it did. -She didn't want to use a toilet which was used my her employer, though no one in my family cares, but ig she cared. -She did mentioned that her neighbourhood was having a water shortage, and since she is a woman maybe she decided to hold it, and ig since i mentioned above that she peed for about a minute, maybe she had reached her limit when she was at my house. -Usually when she comes, apart from my mum and me there are also my siblings in my house(online clases), but that day they were in school for some activity. -Ig she was fine if my mum had found her what she was doing but since im a guy she wouldnt want me to. But she eventually did because when she came to my room to sweep the floor she found me busy with my classes so she assumed that i wouldn't come out of my room to notice her. -Well ig she lowered her pants in such a way that people outside who could have seen her wouldn't understand what she was upto. -She might not be that desperate in the beginning but since its still cold here, and when doing the dishes and sweeping the floor needs her to be facing cold water, maybe it was added her to be more desperate. *Though before and after this incident i have the same amount of respect for her. I am just in to omo, i really dont care about anything else* The image shown is the window through which i saw her, and as you can see the curtains dont cover the bottom parts
  12. Hey i have been searching some videos from online of Indian girls holding pee, do anyone have some to share
  13. Hi, I'm really interested in India as a country and I was wondering if there were any Indian omorashi fans? I've spoken to Ranganath before, but I was wondering how common desperation / omorashi is in India, and if anyone had any stories or experiences?
  14. Note: I am going to try something fun, an interactive story. First time doing one. I have a set character, a semi-fantasy setting, and idea, but you guys will help drive this person's choices. Spoiler alert: There will be wetting, none of this "making it" tom foolery. If you think she's making it, you're wrong }:D BTW, most likely, I will go off of what the response's choice is. The Emperor's Attendant with Kumari Sharma (21) Bladder Status: 3% ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Before the palace gates of the Peacock throne stood Kumari Sharma, gawking in awe. As the unmarried daughter and only child of some local merchant, she was no royalty or nobility, nor a great warrior, nor really anyone of tremendous importance. No, she was not there to be married off either, thankfully. Only a couple hours ago had her family's house been approached by the royal guard with an invitation for Kumari to pack her bags and be ready at the royal palace for a very important job, to everyone's surprise. She was not a particularly accomplished person, only bookkeeping for her parents' trades. However there was one skill she had above everyone else in the empire, including the Padishah himself: driving a car. A car was parked in front of the steps of the palace. "This automobile is of Royal issue to the individual Sharma, Kumari," a note in the glove box. Her family was the first in India to buy an automobile from Britain, and she was the first to drive it. Word reached the Padishah, and now His Majesty has ordered his humble subject to drive the royal automobile a very special passenger. Kumari stood stiff by the car, wearing her issued rose petal and purple salwar and fancy driver's beret, nervously waiting for her mission from the silent guards. Through the gate she saw a procession of the likes she had never seen before, opening and passing through. The procession was filled with an unconventional saturation of reds and golds. A guard reached to Kumari's back, forcefully shoving her down into a bow as she discovered just who her special passenger was: the Emperor of China. The only person somehow more powerful than the great Padishah was her passenger. The was bombarded with a combined mix of excitement, awe, terror, and confusion, as she had know idea why she, of all people, was going to be the chauffeur of the Son of Heaven. Did the Padishah not train a royal dignitary to drive a car? Did the Emperor of China agree to having a woman chauffeur? Did she just pee a little in the excitement? She was expected to be lower than the Emperor, as she continued to bow, until he commanded entrance into the car. The Emperor stepped out of his palanquin, awaiting guidance into the vehicle. Kumari, still bowing, was smacked in the back of the head by a guard to open the rear door. She hastily complied, and the Emperor boarded the vehicle with two concubines. Kumari proceeded to occupy the driver's seat and sat anxiously awaiting orders. An uncomfortable amount of time passed, and Kumari became quite nervous wondering if she was supposed to do something, or wait for a command. She had not been given a orders other than to "be the Emperor's chauffeur" and some basic etiquettes around him, so all she could do was wait, her back and bottom sweating and sticking to the leather seat. Finally the Emperor spoke, in perfect Hindavi despite it being a commoner's language, "I have a set plan and schedule for you to adhere to. I am here to tour Hindustan as your Padishah's generous offer of tribute to the Middle Kingdom to meet with the princes, as well as personal enjoyment. I would first demand you take me to the Lion hotel, so I may rest in the Imperial suite after my long journey. As I have been told, you are assigned to be my chauffeur AND my valet, so there will be a number of jobs you will be expected to do upon arrival. Seeing as it is an excruciatingly hot day, I would like you first to recommend and also be treated to a cold, refreshing beverage for the ride." Kumari nodded, and drove off carefully but swiftly, and considered were she would best serve her passenger for her first task. A) She should play it safe with water. The amount of responsibilities Kumari has been bestowed could mean she may have very limited opportunities to relieve herself. The last thing she would want to do is suffer great embarrassment in front of the Emperor. With no salt, water would negligibly impact her bladder, but would be highly uninteresting for the Emperor, who may grow upset. B) She should find the finest coconuts in the city. Coconut water is extremely refreshing, but can be filling. The Emperor doesn't get that many coconuts in Forbidden Palace, so it would be a fairly interesting choice for His Majesty. He may look favorably upon the choice, but a coconut will certainly fill her bladder more. C) Mango Lassi, the latest hit drink with the nobles, especially when spiked in imported alcohol. Such a sweet, tangy drink would be extremely interesting to the Emperor, who would find much greater trust in Kumari. However, a regular lassi with all its sugar may not be a wise choice for going long without a bathroom. D) No drinks. Everyone will dehydrate more. It might help Kumari for the day, but not enough water now might make her chug later, and the Emperor would be quite displeased with being dehydrated AND disobeyed, and might teach her a lesson.
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  17. Years ago, I was on a train into central London after an assessment centre at a company office (basically an all-day job interview). On the train with me were two other candidates, a talkative Indian guy and a quiet, shy Indian woman called Sudheera. We were all chatting and then after a couple of stops the guy got off so it was just me and Sudheera sitting together in a rather empty carriage. We were chatting about the assessment day and life in general, and she told me that she had recently moved to London from India to complete her studies and was searching for her first graduate job. She was wearing a smart grey trouser suit with heels and was very fidgety, she kept jiggling her legs and pressing her hands into her lap and leaning forwards slightly. I thought she might just be cold or tired after the assessment day. After a while, she asked me to look after her bag and she walked down the train into the next carriage. After a couple of minutes, she came back looking worried and asked me shyly if there were any toilets on the train. I said that I wasn't sure but would go and check down the other end of the train, but I couldn't find any. When I returned to her and told her that there were no toilets she looked quite upset. I asked if she was going to be OK and she told me quietly that she wanted to pee very badly and did not realise the train would not have toilets. I tried to comfort her by saying that it would not be long until we reached our destination, and she replied that she had been needing to go for hours at the assessment centre but did not want to appear unprofessional by asking the interviewers where the toilets were. I realised that she had probably not peed since leaving her house that morning, and now she was stuck holding on until she could finally use the toilets at our destination which was still around 40 minutes away. We continued chatting to take her mind off her need to pee but she was clearly distracted and asked me several times if it would be much longer before we arrived. She kept squirming in her seat and sighing under her breath, running her hands over her thighs and occasionally tightly crossing her legs with a hand pressed between them. She was clearly close to wetting herself and even though I was extremely turned on, I felt very sorry for her and said that I'd help her find the toilets once we arrived at the station. As we got closer to the station and the train slowed down, we stood up and moved to stand by the doors. She stood with her legs crossed, looking out at the passing scenery while holding onto the hand rail with one hand, the other hidden behind her bag but I'm sure she was trying to hold herself discretely. She wasn't saying much now, focusing on holding her bladder for just a few more minutes. Sometimes she would turn away and slowly pace a few steps down the train, bending over slightly, before pacing back to the door to stand with her legs crossed again. We could see the station in the distance and she was clearly at her limit now that relief was in sight, but was still trying her hardest to remain polite and professional despite her predicament. After what felt like an age, the train trundled into the station and eventually pulled to a stop. She began to mash the 'open doors' button, muttering in frustration, and it took a few seconds for the doors to finally open. We hurried out onto the platform and began to walk quickly into the bustling station, on the lookout for the toilets. We looked around the main area but couldn't see them at first. 'Where are they, do you know'?' she asked frantically, and I pointed out a sign with directions to the toilets written on. The walk to the toilets was sooo long, they were all the way over on the opposite side of the station, and Sudheera asked in a frustrated tone 'Oh why are they so far away!?'. After a minute or so of very fast walking (well as fast as she could walk in heels), we finally reached them and realised that you had to pay 30p to go through the turnstile at the entrance! This was maybe 8 or 9 years ago when you had to pay to use the toilets in the large London train stations, since 2019 it has been free I believe. She groaned in frustration and began frantically going through her bag to find her purse, jiggling up and down, now so desperate that she could barely conceal her need. I looked through my wallet but I rarely carry coins so knew that I didn't have the 30p she desperately needed. I did actually have a 20p coin but this obviously wasn't enough. She was unable to find any coins in her purse and looked at me hopefully, but I just shook my head sympathetically and showed her the 20p. She looked as if she was about to cry and bent over for a moment with her hands on her thighs, looking at the turnstile longingly. I really did feel sorry for her, she had been holding on bravely for so long and was now clearly right on the brink of wetting herself and having a very public accident in the middle of a busy station, just yards from relief. I spotted a cleaning lady walking out of the Ladies toilets and had an idea. I walked over to her and explained the situation, that Sudheera was desperate to use the toilets but we did not have exactly 30p, but if the lady would kindly allow her through the turnstile then we could go and buy something to get the correct change later. The lady took one look at Sudheera, who was now dancing from foot to foot and looking at us hopefully, before saying 'Oh poor thing, yes of course you can come through love, quick! Don't worry about the 30p' and used her pass to open a gate at the side. Sudheera thanked her over and over as she rushed through and pretty much ran into the toilets, her heels echoing loudly on the tiled floor. I thought it would be weird to hang around outside the toilets for her so I left to go and grab some food from the fast food place nearby, and while I was waiting for my order I saw Sudheera walking by. I called out to her and she smiled and walked over to me, thanking me for helping her and said that if I hadn't asked the cleaning lady to open the gate for her, she probably wouldn't have made it in time. She was much more chatty now her ordeal was over and her bladder was finally empty so we sat and talked for a while before parting ways. We both ended up getting a job at the company and although we never directly worked together, I saw her around the office sometimes and we would always have a friendly chat!
  18. Hello folks. Newbie here from India. Happy to be part of this kink/community. Hope to have fun here
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