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  1. I've looked for a thread about first time experiences but couldn't find one. Is there one already there? This was the first time I ever saw a wetting as an adult. It changed my life! When I was 18 I went off to University. During my first term I met another student - girl called Angie who lived in a flat just along the street from mine and soon became very attracted to her. We went out to the cinema a couple of times and on both occasions, on the way back to our flats, I guessed that Angie needed to pee. As we sat on the bus she had her legs crossed and was quite restless in her seat. She didn't seem to be trying to conceal it. I had been excited by the thought of a girl wetting herself for many years and the possibility that Angie might wet her knickers while sitting next to on the bus really turned me on. Maybe because it happened twice, I did wonder whether she had sussed that I was excited and was teasing me! On both evenings I went to bed and allowed the fantasy to play out in my mind. We went out a few more times, becoming good friends without much else happening. Then we were both invited to a party on the other side of town and we hitched a lift with four friends who were also going. It was the days before rear seat belts were compulsory so four of us squashed into the back of Mick's car. The party took over the whole of a large multi-occupied house. Around 2am Mick was keen to leave as he had been holding back on the alcohol so that he could drive. The rest of us were all a bit drunk. Before we left Angie said she needed to pee and headed for one of the two toilets. When she hadn't returned after five minutes Mick said he was leaving "now" so I went to find her. I found her in a long queue for the toilet and told her that she was about to miss her lift home. She said that she really needed to pee but agreed that she'd just have to hold on till we got back to her flat. We piled into the car with Angie next to me in the back along with the two others. We were all laughing and giggling with the alcohol but after just a few minutes it became obvious to me that Angie was in difficulties. I could feel her wriggling and I could see that she was holding herself through her dress. Luckily the other two were too engrossed in each other to notice. Another five minutes passed and Angie was rocking backwards and forwards in her seat. Pretending not to know what the problem was I asked if she was all right. She whispered in my ear "I'm nearly wetting myself". My heart jumped. The very phrase I'd always hoped to hear a girl say! I glanced at her hand and saw that there was actually a small wet patch under her fingers. My heart began to race - part of me absolutely wanted it to happen - I could think of nothing more exciting - but the better part of me didn't want to her embarrass herself by wetting the seat of Mick's car! I knew that we would soon be passing close to some public toilets under one of the underpasses so I decided to try to save her embarrassment. I called out to Mick to stop near the toilets because I was desperate for a pee, which would then allow Angie to go as well. Somewhat reluctantly he agreed. As I expected, Angie said she'd take the opportunity to go too. We both piled out and Angie almost ran under the underpass towards the toilets with me close behind. She was running with her hand between her legs which made my heart race even faster. We approached the toilets.....only to find that they were closed! Angie stood stock still, holding her dress tightly between her legs. Luckily there was no-one else there at that time of night. I ran up beside her and saw the wet stain was larger. Then she just said "I can't hold it" and squatted down, pulling her dress up out of the way and just peed in her knickers. I just stared. I couldn't believe it. Everything that I'd ever hoped would come true was happening right before my eyes. A girl I really fancied was wetting her knickers right in front of me. I could see the pee squirting through the pure white fabric and falling in a long stream into a puddle between her feet. Her pee seemed to go on for ever but that must just have been my mind stretching out time. When it stopped she looked down at the puddle and then up at me, realising that I was staring at her. For a moment she looked horrified but then began to giggle helplessly. "I've....wet....my....knickers!". She stayed squatting for about half a minute and then stood up. She must have realised she was still dripping because pulled a tissue from her shoulder bag and dried herself with it. "We'd better get back" she said. "Or they'll come looking for us. You won't tell will you". I said of course not. On the way back to the car she put her arm around my waist and pulled me close. "It's our secret, isn't it" she said. Well, soon after that we became an "item" and eventually I admitted to her that I'd been very turned on by her wetting herself. When I did she just looked at me and said "I know". And then one thing led to another which maybe I'll write about some time. It did also lead to a fantasy which I intend to post about in the "fantasy" thread.
  2. Mbgpeelover

    female Failed practice hold

    So tonight I thought I had better practice as I needed a couple of days my landlord is replacing outlet pipes and I have no access to my bathroom. I started needing to go about three hours since my last visit to the bathroom. It started very slow building and I ignored the tingling in my vagina, the slight pushing from my urethra and the uncomfortable full feeling. After 15/20 mins the feeling became more persistent. I was moving around more, a little squirmy and much more aware of my need to pee. by an hour of holding I was bursting! Actively squirming and bouncy, very aware of my need. My nipples were hard, erect and sensitive to touch, my eyes watering, the hairs on my neck even standing up! You could tell a mile away as I crossed my legs one way, then the other, then held myself. The longing to pee continued. But still I held. Now rocking on a cushion, bouncing, rubbing myself in dire need. Then suddenly the silent but fast pounding of my urethra became so intense a drop leaked out. Then a spurt. Still I held on. I inserted fingers and kept rocking. I pee danced i screamed at my body to keep it all inside my body didn’t listen and a spurt escaped. it was an emergency! Ihad started to piss! Still I tried to hold my lips tightly pursed,my entire concentration on holding, my legs moving so much I could hardly handle it sweating swearing shaking my heart racing i ran to the bathroom with my fingers inside myself desperately trying to plug the hole it was too late. the piss cascaded through my knickers down my legs and whooshed into the toilet like a huge torrent it came and it came even as I finished urine continued to drip drip drip from my cotton knickers. you can see how drenched they got. i lasted just five hours. That’s nowhere near long enough. oh dear! 95F35EE9-5A03-42A4-B4FC-C2E092C6FEDE.MOV
  3. Mbgpeelover

    Female estate agent

    I once had a second evening job as a cleaner because I needed extra money. I was allocated a busy estate agents in the high street to clean after hours. I was told it would be unlikely any staff would be around so to lock up places as I cleaned them for security. I am a bit of a creature of routine so found myself in a routine of starting at one point and finishing by the back door so I could leave, lock up and drive home. It was rare to see any staff at all though I knew it was always possible. One Thursday night I was cleaning as normal. I had wiped down the tables and chairs, computer screens and door handles and I had vacuumed the large public areas and offices. Having worked there a while I had realised that Thursdays seem to be particularly hectic days for estate agents with many final offers, contract exchanges and other legal matters all concluding on Fridays. Every single work area had piles of work and the staff room had a large white board full of appointments for the staff, who were predominantly female. I only had two hours in the building due to alarms and security so I worked my way through cleaning the unisex bathrooms next, polishing the taps, disinfecting the sinks, scrubbing the loos and mopping all before locking the bathrooms up for the night. I often wore earphones and listened to music but this night I had forgotten my music but as I was focussed on work it never bothered me. As I left the toilets and locked them I heard someone come in the back door. I could hear footsteps from high heeled shoes coming towards me, which while very rare, I assumed it to possibly be the manager who may have forgotten something or returning something from a late viewing. While I heard the other person they clearly hadn’t heard me and seemed very flustered and stressed to see me in the office. ‘Sorry I wasn’t expecting to see anyone’ she hurriedly said as she paced on the spot as if still walking but yet not actually moving forward. The rhythmic quick tapping of her black high heals on the tiled floor of the corridor was echoing in the otherwise empty room. ‘I...emmmm...I was just popping past on my way home and had some urgent business I needed to do. If you would just excuse me a moment...’ and at that she grabbed hold of the door to the toilets obviously not expecting them to be closed. ‘I’ve just cleaned them sorry.’ I mustered, so taken aback at her sudden arrival I never thought to even offer to unlock them! ‘Oh yeah, of course. No problem. I’ll just get on with why I came back here and be on my way. I shouldn’t be more than ten minutes max. I’ll keep out of your way.’ And at that she walked briskly to her office area. I went to the kitchen area and emptied the mop bucket quickly then returned to clean the windows and mirrors, of which there were loads, around the office. As I did I watched in wonder as the estate agent, a tall dark haired skinny build but large breasted woman dressed in a tight white blouse, pencil black skirt, and suit jacket bend one leg behind her, then the other, then danced on the spot, then crossed her legs tightly all while trying to file away a pile of schedules for properties I assume she had been at earlier. I felt so embarrassed by the fact I hadn’t offered to unlock the toilets a few minutes earlier when it was obvious now the girl was bursting but I didn’t know what to do so carried on cleaning as I would have. I could hear the estate agent muttering to herself now. ‘Oh, I so need to go. So need to go.’ She was moving constantly, tapping her feet, rocking back at forth whilst standing and pulling one leg then the next behind her all whilst trying to write some things in a diary. I could not stop watching her! There was a glass mirror very close to her desk and it had finger prints on so really needed cleaned. I tentatively moved over to spray and clean it and was a bit taken back when the estate agent began suddenly talking to me as if we were best friends. ‘This job is murder at times you know. People don’t think about it but we are under so much pressure all the time. Do you know I have been to three different houses this afternoon since lunch and this is the first I have been in the office since this morning when I was in a meeting for two hours then had a quick lunch. I haven’t even managed to go to the loo since I got here at 8:30am! God, I’ve been bursting for hours now! You should try having to be professional and talk about new fitted kitchens and bloody ensuites when you just want to use the bathroom so bad. Oh my God I need to get home before I burst. Sorry for disturbing you tonight.’ She was so frantic by now as she leaned against her desk and pushed back clearly tightening her muscles as much as she could. I was beetroot red by now, both from embarrassment and being exceedingly turned on by her openness and obvious pee dancing. ‘I’m sure the floors will be dry now if ummm you would like me to unlock the bathrooms. Sorry about earlier. I was so shocked to see someone I never thought’ ‘Oh God, would you darling? It’s a super emergency!’ I fished into my apron pocket for the keys, leaving the window cleaner and cloth sitting on her desk and I walked briskly to the back of the office to the toilets. The estate agent followed, one hand now between her legs. As I put the key in the lock she leaned back against the wall moaning, her eyes closed and her face deep in concentration. She was obviously in severe need! I pushed the door open for her and went back to quickly finish the mirrors and clear up ready to leave. My last job of the night was taking the bin bag of rubbish out with me into the large bins at the back of the office. I locked all the cleaning equipment away while I waited on the lady coming out of the toilet. She seemed to be a while and I was getting worried the alarm may go off with us both in the building. I stood near the door with my coat on and bin bag in hand as she came out and rushed over to her area to collect her hand bag and keys from her desk. I locked the door of the toilets and held the back door open for her to leave first as she came towards me with a soaking wet pair of knickers and dropped them in my bin bag then rushed out the door into her car and reversed out without so much as looking back at me. I assume she had been so desperate she had wet right through her underpants...either that or she had been leaking from holding on for so long. Either way it was very erotic! I cleaned that same estate agents for a few more years but never did see her again sadly.
  4. I was in my early twenties. I had just failed my final term at university due to an awful final placement and blagged my way into a new job at a children’s soft play centre. It was my second week on the job and although I was loving it I wasn’t impressed at the management and more importantly the lack of staffing. Getting a break was like gold dust and shifts were 9 hours long. I do recall the morning hadn’t been so busy and I had managed to have one earlier break in the day to have something to eat and drink but the afternoon had two back to back children’s parties which I was lead staff member for and with each party being two hours long that was four hours without a break. Because the building was warm we were allowed to drink during shifts and I carried bottles of water with me all day. It never occurred to me because I was so busy that four hours without even a loo break and lots of water was a very bad combination! The first half of the parties the children played on the equipment. I was the qualified first aided on site which meant I had to be watching at all times. Also with up to 150 kids allowed in at once you had to be around the equipment all the time to keep everyone safe. It was great exercise! Both parties were big with over twenty kids. I recall the first one going well with all meals ordered correctly and all the kids happy. By the time the kids went to the party room for food, games and cake I recall starting to feel the need to pee but I had over two hours left with no chance of a break so I just forgot about it. As I signed the first children out as parents arrived to collect them the next party group were already at the desk waiting! No chance of a quick pee break for me! I was now in behind the counter ticking names of party kids and taking food orders. I had my kegs crossed and the party was just starting! I kept really busy and the parents had a number of requests for me which meant sitting at a table with them bouncing my knee longing for five mins to nip to the loo! They bought me a mug of tea which, while I was very grateful, was also worrying me by now too. Thankfully the work ‘uniform’ of a jogging suit and t-shirt means I could at least move freely to help me hold. I notified other members of staff that I was just going to set the party room up as the parents wanted a certain table cloth and cups/plates etc all set up. Although the staff room was upstairs in the mezzanine area alas the only toilets were downstairs and I had no access to them. Upstairs, alone, with privacy I set the room up with one hand almost always between my legs. I was so bursting and had been holding at this point for over an hour and a half. I was pee dancing around willing the next 45 mins to go super quick so I didn’t have an accident. Anyone seeing me would have known very obviously that I was utterly dying to wee! Except I had no way of going! I tannoyed for the party kids to line up and brought them upstairs trying to hide the fact their party hostess was bursting for the toilet very badly! I tried to hide it by dancing along with the kids to musical statues and moving around all the time. By the time the food arrived and I had given them all out I was frantic. If only I could just nip downstairs and run to the loo! I was terrified the parents would complain though. I had to pour out juice for 30 children and as I was pouring I recall leaking a bit in my knickers. I had to stand still or the juice would spill but my muscles ached with holding so much. I sat down in a corner as the children ate and the family were preoccupied with photos etc. I discreetly held myself as best I could almost in tears at how bad I had to pee. My next job was to light candles and bring the cake in. I HAD to stand still for that and I was dreading it. Just as I was sat with very tight crossed legs and my hand between them the mum came over and asked if I would mind if she carried the cake to her daughter. I was so relieved! So I lit the candles and sat back down with my kegs crossed, my hands between my legs holding my pussy and rocking as happy birthday was sung. Once the cake was back on the table I had to cut the cake and bag 30 slices to out into party bags. I seriously could not stand still for a second and by now I think it would have been blatantly obvious that I was very eager to use a bathroom very urgently. However, ever the professional, I carried on, knowing as soon as the kids left I would be racing to the ladies! Thankfully once the kids had party bags they started heading back downstairs to be collected. This meant I could go back to the front desk where I had a bit more privacy behind a desk on all four sides of me. There was another member of staff there letting kids in and out for the centre but enough room for a few people there thankfully. With one hand now between my legs again I could feel I was a little wet already with leaks and I longed to let more out. My urethra was pounding for release! I HAD to pee. Thankfully my male colleague was too distracted with the constant stream of people to notice I was holding myself at the reception of a soft play centre in broad daylight! As the final child’s parents arrived to collect them I was dripping slowly and steadily into my knickers as I was ever close to the tap opening fully right where I stood. Just as I was about to unlock the reception door to let myself out for the loo my manager came rushing round from the kitchen saying they had run out of milk and handed me a five pound note and asked me to run next door to the supermarket ‘urgently’ as there was a queue of people wanting tea and coffee! I was about to beg her to let me use the ladies first but she stood there clearly waiting for me to go to the supermarket right then and there. I had no choice. I ran out the centre and into the supermarket next door while all the time leaking more pee into my pants. I ran into Morrison’s and straight to the bathrooms but as I was pulling my joggers down my pee torrent started and I sat on the toilet pan peeing forever right through my knickers. Once I was finished I wiped myself, removed my pants and put them in the sanitary bin and pulled my joggers back up. I washed my hands, bought milk quickly and ran back to work to finish my shift knickerless. Thankfully I don’t make a habit of wetting my pants and leaving them in public sanitary bins but that day I had no choice!
  5. booshedgehog

    female Boo: By Boo

    I Just filmed this as a surprise for Hedgehog, he asked me what I was was doing upstairs for so long ;) enjoy xx Boo.wmv
  6. sobbi5

    Old or new

    Having looked at lots of Videos and also experimented myself (as far as a male can attempting to wet like a girl/woman) it is clear that there is quite a difference in the effect when knickers are being wet depending on whether they are brand new or well worn and old. Brand new knickers, no matter whether they are cheap thin cotton or fancy expensive fabric all seem to have been washed, or perhaps the material was washed befor being sewn, in some sort of substance that is pee resistance - woudl it be starch? This means that when a girl is wetting a brand new pair of knickers the wee (at least initially and for some time) does not come through the fabric and create a nace big wet patch, but either keeps the pee inside the gusset until it runs out of the leg hole gap between the leg and the elastic or if it is a lacy pair of knickers the wee comes through almost like a shower head without actually wetting the fabric. I personally love it when the knickers are older, well worn and well washed so that from the first little dribble of wee there is a very clear wet patch that spreads as she does more wee in her knickers. My earliest recollections are of girls wetting themselves in their navy blue or bolttle green UK school knickers and there were cotton, but very well washed out. The way a dark wet spot spreads in bottle green knickers is the greatest turn on for me - even now. What do you think is best?
  7. My story posted last week, about a desperate student disrupted by bad weather, included reference to a previous near-miss. Here's the story of how that happened...please let me know what you like/dislike for future stories! I like to write realistic scenarios that I can imagine happening to an average girl in real life with a bit of (bad) luck. Emily had been working in a city-centre pub in Edinburgh for the last year or so. She was a student now in the second year of her course and although she received a reasonable amount of money from the student support, and a little from her parents, she worked a few evenings per week to make life a little more comfortable with a bit more spending money. She didn't normally work Thursdays, but it was the week before Christmas and the manager of the pub, Aaron, had offered her some extra hours. As her exams were now over, and she'd be glad of the extra money, she agreed. And so it was that Emily found herself behind the bar on a busy Thursday night. She was a good-looking 18 year old, with long brown hair and blue eyes, cute freckles and a reasonably well in shape body. She'd left home in plenty of time, dressing in a white blouse and a tight black skirt with black tights. A white bra covered her 32C breasts, and she had put on turquoise lacey knickers under the skirt. She usually wore trousers and therefore had to wear a thong to avoid VPL, but as she had a skirt on she felt she could wear something a bit prettier! Arriving in town, she stopped at a coffee shop - the evening shift would cause her to need caffeine! After popping in to Boots for a couple of things, she headed towards the small pub where she worked. Many office workers were having pre-Christmas drinks, so the bar was busy even when she arrived at 4pm. Emily was working with another student, Sarah that evening. Sarah was Irish, with deep blue eyes and blonde hair, and a combination of cleavage and sweet smile which meant she often received a large amount of tips! The two girls were working with Aaron, the manager, and all three were kept busy. The bar was extremely warm and Emily kept taking large gulps from a glass of cold water she kept behind the counter - especially with all the running about she was having to do. A couple of hours into her shift, she started to need a wee, but there was no prospect of a break now - it was far too busy! She continued for a little while and found herself becoming increasingly desperate, but Aaron had previously said that she could have her break at 9.30 when, he hoped, it would be quieter. Emily was trying to figure out how she could pop to the loo when Aaron broke off from a conversation with an indignant middle-aged lady and came to her. "Apparently there's no paper in the ladies, would you mind going and putting a new roll out?" he said, handing her the keys. Emily laughed to herself and said she'd go and sort it. Heading downstairs into the basement she fetched a few rolls from the cleaning cupboard and re-filled the dispensers. Now needing a wee pretty badly, she locked herself in a cubicle, pulled up her tight black skirt and her tights and knickers down. She sat and appreciated the ability to rest her weary feet as she let a strong hissing pee stream loose, and tried to make sure she was completely empty before wiping and flushing. Returning to the bar she reported to Aaron that all was in good order in the ladies, and having taken another drink of water she continued serving. At one point, the jeers of some drole office workers caught her attention, and she could see that Sarah was reaching up to fetch a bottle from the top shelf to the point that the bottom of her white knickers was visible to the men behind a bar. It wasn't usual for Sarah to look so flustered as she did when tugging her skirt back down, but Emily didn't have her down as the kind of girl to wear such plain underwear! Her mind wandered to her own skirt and she felt herself self-consciously tugging it down at any opportunity, lest she become the object of the drunk bankers ogling. By 9pm it had quietened down, with many people having gone on to other pubs or clubs or headed home early, and Sarah was the first to go off for her break, leaving Emily and Aaron to run the bar. It wasn't too hectic, although it was very warm inside, so they opened a couple of windows a crack to let a breeze through. Emily took another drink from her water and set to work loading the dishwasher with glasses. She had served a few more customers and in-between had managed to clean the bar area and get all the glasses collected, whilst Aaron re-stocked the spirits. At about 9.30 Sarah returned from her break and it was time for Emily to have hers. She was feeling quite tired to poured herself a Diet Coke and went downstairs to the staff room with a packet of crisps. She took her shoes off and relaxed on the sofa in the small room which, being air-conditioned, was a pleasant change to the main bar upstairs. At about 9.45 the phone rang, from upstairs - could she come back quickly, it had suddenly got busy? Emily finished the rest of her coke and slipped her shoes back on before she hurried upstairs and found the bar had become packed out once more with people coming out of the theatre. This was annoying, as this time of day on a weeknight was usually getting quite quiet and meant they could get ahead on the cleaning and re-stocking. It was also uncomfortably warm, thought Emily, as she took another drink of ice cold water to make up for all the rushing around she was doing. 11pm came, last orders. The last drinks were served and Emily, Sarah and Aaron started tidying up and washing up for the night. "Is it usually like this on a Thursday?" asked Emily. "Nah, not really" replied Sarah "It's usually a piece of cake, but will you just look at the tips we've got" she said pointing to a glass filled right to the brim. Emily was thankful for Sarah's cleavage as she remembered how tips were shared between the staff equally - not, as had once been suggested, proportionally according to bra size! Aaron locked the doors a little after 11.15 and the last few glasses were washed up. All three staff were tired and, on his suggestion, they retreated downstairs to the staffroom to share out the tips and enjoy a cold beer each. Sarah related tales of a guy she had started seeing recently whilst Aaron separated the cash equally between the three. Although it was now approaching midnight, all three were so tired there was little incentive to move in a hurry. In fact, it was Sarah who made the first move to leave - "Right, must be off, last bus is in 10 minutes and I don't want to miss it again?". "What're you on about?" replied Emily "you could get the nightbus?". "Ha!" replied Sarah "you forget it's a Thursday - there are no nightbuses". Emily suddenly realised she'd reckoned without the timetable being less comprehensive on a Thursday than her usual Friday, and checking her phone she realised that her last bus home was scheduled to leave the bus stop in under 5 minutes. "Shit!" she cursed - unusual for her - and finishing the last of her beer she said her hurried goodbyes to Sarah and Aaron and left the staff exit. It was extremely cold outside, as December in Scotland is wont to be, and the cars parked in the alleyway had frosted-over windscreens. Emily shivered and pulled her coat closer as she realised she needed a wee. She would usually have gone before leaving anywhere - especially somewhere that she'd drunk a beer, a diet coke and copious amounts of water since last going - but the urgency of catching the last bus was more important. Still, it wouldn't be long, she thought - it's late at night, only perhaps 20 minutes and she'd be home. Walking quickly served three purposes - making her bladder feel more comfortable, making her feel warmer and getting her to the bus stop in time. Fortunately, she needn't have worried about the latter at least, as when she arrived at the bus stop there was still 5 minutes to go until the bus arrived, according to the indicator board. "Damn!" she said to nobody in particular "I had time to do a wee before I left!". As Emily stood in the cold street she found herself bending her knees slightly, then crossing her legs, before raising her left leg up slightly. Her need for relief had intensified since she had left the pub - probably because of the cold. The maroon-coloured double-decker approached, so it wouldn't be too long until they were home. Emily dropped her money into the machine and took her ticket, selecting a seat upstairs near the front. The bus pulled away from the stop and lumbered through the city centre one-way systems and traffic lights, picking up a few people here and there. Emily realised that she was fidgeting quite considerably and wondered what it must look like, so she resolved to sit normally and not fidget. This lasted all of 10 seconds, as she felt increased pressure on her bladder, so she compromised by crossing her legs tightly and hoped that this would relieve the pressure. The bus left the city centre on one of the main roads and Emily was pleased to see that progress was rapid. She looked at her phone and worked out that, given where they were, they should be at her bus stop in about 15 minutes, which meant she'd be home in 20. Twenty minutes, and she'd be able to have a wee. Conscious of a lack of movement, Emily looked up and saw a traffic queue ahead of the stationary bus, caused by some temporary traffic lights. Men in high-vis jackets were working with pneumatic drills and buckets of tar to replace the road surface, so the temporary lights had been set up. Damn! They sat for quite some time as traffic from the other direction, and the side turning, took their turns to go across the half of the road which remained open. Finally the lights turned green and the traffic moved forward slowly forwards, the bus pulling out slightly to the other side of the road. Damn! The lights had gone red just as they reached them, but fortunately the driver seemed keen to get on his way and he quickly sped through the roadworks and on to the open road on the other side. It was quite rare for bus drivers to make good progress, noted Emily, as they would usually dawdle like nobody's business. Her bladder was causing her great pain now, and she was thankful she'd chosen a skirt rather than a pair of trousers with a tight belt. She was really pretty desperate and crossing her legs was only going so far. She looked around - there were a couple of people upstairs, but they were quite a way back, so Emily surreptitiously edged her short tight skirt up slightly, above her crotch, so that she could directly hold herself. Looking down, she could see her black tights and underneath them the outline of her turquoise lacey knickers. Buttoning her coat up, she could reach inside and hold her crotch without anybody being any the wiser. She was just praising her unknown foresight when the bus pulled up opposite the garage and the engine turned off. "Y'alright Bill?" she could hear the driver saying downstairs, and looking out the window she could see another driver getting on board. Shit! Drivers sometimes changed over at this point, and looking at her watch it was pretty much the time she should have reached her stop by now, but this was at least 10 minutes away. "Ah havny seen you in weeks eh!" replied Bill loudly, "Ah'v goat a right easy one the night eh, take this up the top an' back tae the depot via the bypass, then hame tae me supper"*. The two men chatted for a couple of minutes whilst Emily's bladder screamed at her, making its presence felt. "See yer later Bill, have a gid night pal" she heard, and she could see the original driver ease himself off the bus and waddle towards the depot. The replacement driver started up the engine (for a heart stopping moment, the first attempt failed, but Emily practically lept for joy when it fired up on the second try) and sped away from the depot. The main road was pretty empty at this time of night, and there were only half a dozen people left on the bus. Three of them alighted at a stop in the next suburb, and the bus left the edge of the city bound only for the final residential area where Emily lived. She was fortunate to have been able to secure a 3-bedroom semi-detatched house with two of her friends, in an area where students often didn't live. There wasn't a direct bus to the university, but it was about a half an hour walk away, and Emily could drive if it was raining. Her flatmates were both away at the moment, having left to go back down to their respective family homes over Christmas. Emily had the run of the place for the next few days until she went back over to nearby Fife for Christmas with her own family. After a lively ride on the last bit of fast road - Emily appreciated how many potholes you never really felt unless you had an uncomfortably full bladder - they pulled into the area where she lived. Not long now, only three more stops. The bus turned off the main road and threaded its way through the residential streets, dropping somebody off opposite the main shops, now closed up for the night. Her stop was next. Emily realised that whilst she was moving, she couldn't hold on to her crotch as she had been doing so far. She took a deep breath in and stood up to pull the cord to ring the bell. The bus pulled up smoothly to her stop and she gingerly eased herself downstairs and out the back door, thanking the driver in a shaky voice as she did so. She stood on the pavement as the bus roared off into the night, and realised that she was only a few minutes from home, but time was of the essence. She started walking with very awkward gait - trying, as she was, to cause maximum pressure on her crotch. Her bladder felt like a hot stone in her stomach. Her home was not far away at all but the effort was going to be substantial. Suddenly, she felt her bladder spasm and contract slightly, allowing a very small dribble of pee to leak from her tight sphincter and dampen her knickers. Emily realised that time was very low and she could only run and hope for the best. Realising that nobody was around, at a quarter to one on a Friday morning in a quiet residential street, Emily grabbed her crotch with one hand and ran like no tomorrow down the road. She had been quite athletic in her early teenage years, although nobody had ever timed her running in a tight skirt and slip-on shoes. She managed to reach the front door of her house without further leakage, but as she fumbled desperately for the key she could feel a tightening in her bladder and she froze. She could hear a hissing noise for about a second as her tortured bladder betrayed her and let a second-long leak of pee out. Keys. Where the fuck are they?! Come on. Toilet's not far away. You can do this. She found the key. Hand trembling, she undid the yale lock and stepped over the threshold, kicking the door shut with a slam from the inside. Emily unceremoniously dumped her bag in the hallway and dropped her coat on the floor. Another tightening of the bladder, another hissing sound, another one second release. Almost there. At least she was alone now. She tore up the stairs, with another one second leak as she was halfway up, followed by another as she ran across the hallway - getting closer and closer together. Bursting into the bathroom she pulled on the light cord and the fluorescent light flickered on. She entered the threshold and felt another one second leak into her knickers, which were beginning to feel rather warm. Desperately, she tried to ram her sphincter shut for just a few more seconds so she could get on the toilet. But as soon as the leak was over, another one started - there were three one-second leaks as she moved across the bathroom with barely a break between them - and then her bladder just gave up entirely and the bathroom filled with the sound of loud hissing as Emily wet herself. So close. So, so close. She stood there in her blouse, skirt and tights as she emptied her bladder into her knickers, dribbling down the legs of her tights into pools on the lino floor by her feet. She had been tense for over an hour now and it felt wonderful to be able to relax herself completely. The relief was amazing. As her bladder became almost entirely empty, she found herself pushing to rid herself of the final bit. What the heck, her tights were drenched anyway. Emily came to her senses a minute or so later. What had she done? At the age of 18, she had uncontrollably wet herself in the bathroom, not three feet from the toilet. She surveyed the damage. Her turquoise lacey knickers were sodden, and her tights had a wet patch running down the inside leg to her feet, and a large patch over her crotch and bum. Gingerly, she removed first her blouse and bra and dropped them in the washing basket, before stepping into the bath and taking a quick hot shower as she stripped her tights and knickers off. She left them in the bathtub, to put them in the wash separately in the morning. How lucky she was, she thought, that her housemates were away. She still self-consciously dashed across the hallway naked to her room, where she put on a pair of plain black knickers and some pyjamas. Returning to the bathroom to take her makeup off, there was still a puddle of yellow in the middle of the floor. By the time this had been mopped up she needed to go again, and she sat down on the toilet and let another stream loose, impressed that her bladder had been holding even more than she'd just let out. She thought about the evening she'd had. She was so close to the toilet. If any of the things hadn't happened - if she'd have gone for a wee before she left work - or if she'd have not had that beer, or if the bus hadn't got stuck in the roadworks, or if the driver hadn't changed over... Emily popped back downstairs and tidied her bag and coat. There was a very small wet patch on the hallway carpet where she'd started to seriously leak. There was still washing of her wet clothes to do, but that could wait until the morning. It was nearly two a.m. by now and she was exhausted. Crawling into bed she saw a text on her phone from Aaron, asking if she got home ok and would she be interested in working next Thursday, too? She sighed. Next time, she'd definitely check the timetable before agreeing to anything. Please let me know what you think of this writing. I might see if Emily can make an appearance in another story, or perhaps continue my writing with another character. Either way, I'm open to ideas. I like realistic scenarios which could befall any young lady through circumstance or poor choice, as opposed to wildly unrealistic things which you could never imagine actually happening. * - It strikes me that those without knowledge of British dialects may find this particular sentence confusing! In RP, it would be along the lines of - "I've got a right easy one tonight, take this up the top and then back to the depot via the bypass, then home to my dinner."
  8. amandalu862

    The Wet Hostage

    Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions wetting/urination, desperation. It was suppose to be a normal school trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as conflict. Our flight was slight delayed but soon enough we were all headed home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep. That is, until there was a commotion, which grew in volume. An eerie, accent voice came on the intercom announcing that they plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices and I regretably handed over my iphone which contained pictures of the sights we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend. Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice told all of us to close the shutters. The plane did a hard landing but thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the errie accented voice. "You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except one person. We will take one hostage for a collateral. " Immediately everyone started to mummur, wondering who it will be . "Silence!" The voice continued. "Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead." I did so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised so sort of young and good looking person. But a boy or a gir... "You," I heard the same voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. "You, stand up!" "Noo...." I cried not believing I was chosen. "Mister, look she's only a kid, pick someone...OW!!!" I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger interjected only to receive a large blow on her head. "SHUT UP!! Girl, get up NOW!" With my feet trembling I did so and was yanked immediately my a second masked man. "NO! Don't take...OW! OW!!" My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the speakers again: "All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics. We will watching you." As I heard the movement of the passengers, I was turned around to face the masked men again. "What's your name girl?" The senior one asked. "Catherine.." I mumbled more because of my fear of their looks and their weapons. "Well Catherine," he continued, now with a softer tone, "don't be scared. We won't hurt you, unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short while you will be released. OK?" I slowly nodded but didn't expect the next part. "Tape her up, and watch things from here," he ordered his companion. WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them. "Ha...mmmmppph!" something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and then I felt another sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts. With tape literally all over me, he lifted me up and carried me to front cabin. He buckled me in and said, "now stay here." I certainly couldn't move anyway; the tape was really tight! A few minutes later, I felt the plane moved--we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didnt say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn't keep their promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me? As I thought about my fate, I then felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank alot of water, juice and soft drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds. Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run straight for the toilet. The land was even rougher than before. As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable. "MMMMpppp..." I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared and asked, "WHAT?" "Mmmm....." I cried again and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth. "Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?" "No, no way girlie. You want a quick escape," he replied and attempted to replace the cloth. "Please, mis....mmmppph!!!!" He jammed the cloth back and taped it up. "Mmmmmppph..." I wailed but he disappeared. Shit they wont even release me for a pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn't going to help but still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt that my bladder was really going to burst. "MMMMMMPHHHH!!!" I cried and the man reappeared. "I said no." He snapped but I continued to wail and give him a pleading look. Finally, he reached down and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed. "Mmmp?" I said, pointing at my gag. "You don't need your mouth to pee. Two minutes max." I scooted off but just as I got past the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I'm so embarrassed. Then again, it was that hijacker's fault for not releasing me the first time. I cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just terrible against my crotch. "Good, you are back," he said seeing me. "Accident?" I was still too embarrassed and in any case was gagged so I couln't reply. Suddenly,"BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!" The air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes. My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of "She here! Hostage safe!" The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns. One knelt down and gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth. "Are you ok Miss? Everything fine no..oh dear, looked like you had an accident," the HRT man said, causing me to turn bright red all over. THE END.
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    Carissa is severely lectured by her mom, as she has forged the signature of her daddy to go on a schooltrip. Mom is really angry and she decides to give a good spanking as a punishment. Carissa argues not to have a spanking, mom decides that daddy will the spanking, Carissa is now very nervous and afraid and ends up peeing her panties... (spanking clips not included).

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  10. I the days before videos we got great pleasure from photos! There was a set of photos probably shot in the 70's or early 80's showing an english schoolgirl (but well over 18!) dressed in a dark green uniform carrying a plastic bag of shopping in the park. She had a green gym slip, white socks etc. The photos showed her being desperate to wee and then wetting herself - she was wearing bottle green full school knickers. It looked totally genuine, there were shots of her wee running down her legs, a puddle and a small riverlet running away and several showing her very wet knicker crotch - the last shots being her taking them off (no nudity) and dropping them into the park waste bin. They were creditied to "Baysford Photos" Does anyone have a set or know where I can find them? - any other real school knicker wetting photos or videos would be appreciated. Thanks Sobbi5
  11. Leah's Final Exam In the fifth story involving Leah, a 19 year old first year student at university, she sits her last exam of the year. Two and a half hours to freedom. What could possibly go wrong? I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I do appreciate all the comments very much - it gives impetus to carry on the series. Any suggestions for future scenarios are more than welcome. "OK, F-18-WP-1, you have two and a half hours, and you may start now!" barked the Invigilator. Leah turned over the question paper of her final examination of the year and began to study the questions. It was a warm May afternoon, and she was looking forward to her summer. In two and a half hours, she'd be free! Really, she should have been free the previous morning, when the last exam of this semester was sat. However, she had had to miss this paper in December as she'd come down with the flu. Fortunately, the lecturer had shown discretion and when Leah provided a medical note, she was to be permitted to sit the paper in the summer session as her first attempt. Of course, she was dismayed to be finishing later than everyone else, but needs must and she was quietly confident of a respectable mark. Having just turned 19, Leah was finishing her first year at university. She'd really enjoyed the time, both academically and socially. She had met many new friends, from her course and her halls, and in a few weeks would be moving into a flat with three other girls. She'd also been dating a guy, Mark, for a few months, which was going well. A pretty brunette with curly hair and freckles, she caught many a guy's eye. She'd woken up early and got some last-minute revision in, whilst eating breakfast, and went for a walk around the campus to wake her up. After a shower she got dressed - although she usually went to lectures in jeans and a hoodie, typical student attire, she made an effort for exams. She selected a grey skirt and a white blouse, with black tights. She tried to find an appropriate bra to have underneath her blouse, rather than something obviously patterned or brightly coloured. Her white bras were both in the wash, so she selected a plain black one, and put on light pink plain knickers (comfort over style). Having eaten a light lunch, she left her flat an hour before the exam began at 1pm. Leah took a seat in the lobby reading through some summary notes for the half hour before the exam began. The exam was being held in the sports hall, which throughout the year was busy with a variety of activities, but for the last three weeks had been transformed with individual desks at prescribed distances apart, a large whiteboard at the front and a clock. They had been called into the hall by the Senior Invigilator, a middle-aged man with a crisp ironed shirt and a large presence (not to mention waistline), who had read out the rules and instructed them to start. And so Leah found herself filling in the front page of her answer book and starting to sketch out some thoughts in rough. It was quite warm in the hall - although, since a few students fainted earlier on in the exam season, some portable air-conditioning units had been wheeled in from somewhere. She took a gulp of water from the 1-litre bottle which she'd brought with her. The paper didn't seem too bad, compared to the practise ones. She was confident in her ability to answer the questions, but realised she'd need to keep up the pace to allow her to write everything well and not run out of time. After she'd written the first answer, she allowed herself a brief respite to have some water and rest her hand for a moment, whilst reading the next question. There were four questions on the paper, and it was 45 minutes into the exam already. Damn! She really wanted to aim for 30 minutes per question, and then 30 minutes to refine and go back if she needed to. She started to answer the second question. This one seemed easier, and she confidently wrote a respectable answer. As she did so, she felt an increasing pressure in her bladder. She'd been drinking a lot of water, with the hot weather, but being nervous before the exam she'd made sure to go to the toilet and force herself to go. She'd be alright, though, surely. By the time she'd finished her second answer it was an hour and ten minutes into the exam; another hour and twenty left for the final two questions and proof-reading. Another swig of water from the bottle. She was conscious that she needed a wee, but she didn't want to jeopardise her mark by taking time away from her desk to urinate. She'd hold it in for now. Maybe, after the next question, she'd ask to go. Leah started her next question, by this point crossing her legs. She was trying to concentrate on writing her essay, but was being increasingly distracted by the pressure on her bladder. Her mind went back to one of her GCSE exams – French Writing. She'd been in a similar situation, in need of a wee during the exam. Unfortunately, the school policy was that toilet breaks in exams were “at the discretion of the supervising teacher”, and the teacher supervising was Mrs Richards – an old-school, very posh lady, who believed that the students should devote themselves to the paper whilst they were in the hall. Poor Leah had had to hold it in, and then when the group was dismissed make a desperate dash for the girls' toilets, where she'd arrived in the nick of time. Leah shuddered at the memory, but also, as her mind came back to the paper in front of her, how she needed to press on. And speaking of pressing, she realised that she was subconsciously putting pressure on her privates. She thought to herself that it was a pretty pointless exercise – after all holding the outside wouldn't affect the sphincter inside her which kept her bladder shut, but it provided some relief at least. Biological mysteries aside, Leah was almost through the third question, with 1 hour 30 minutes down. She was regaining time, and wondered if now was the moment to pause and ask to go to the toilet – her legs could do with the walk, too. At that moment the Senior Invigilator addressed the other half of the hall – their paper was now over, and they needed to leave all their papers on their desk to be picked up. Damn! She couldn't ask now, with all the invigilators being busy attending to the other exam. She looked enviously as the other students left, ready to start their summer of freedom. There were only six of them left in the wide, open hall now. She'd give it five minutes then ask, she thought to herself, as she uncomfortably shuffled in her seat. She took another gulp of water from the bottle – perhaps unwise with a full bladder, but she'd be answering the call of nature, not questions soon. By now, the third question was complete and she was on to the final essay, the home stretch. The invigilators had finished with packing the other equipment away, she noticed. Leah was on the verge of putting her hand up, when she was rudely interrupted by a loud klaxon sound. “Please leave the hall immediately!” shouted the Senior Invigilator over a megaphone which he had hurriedly produced from thin air “Do not talk, do not run. The staff will show you which way to go!”. Leah stood up, which was difficult with stiff knees and legs and also a full and complaining bladder, and followed the directions from the invigilators to the fire escape. The students assembled outside the hall where three invigilators monitored the situation. A burly security guard, dressed in a blue shirt and epaulettes, appeared. “Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a smoke head activation in the area. We are awaiting the Fire Brigade, please stay here with the invigilators. Don't worry – you will be given extra time”. Leah stood in the cool shade outside, feeling quite surprised. She was in mid-flow with her essay, and hoped she wouldn't have lost her thread by the time she got back in. She also hoped that things would hurry up, as her bladder was feeling very painful by now. Three fire engines raced up to the front of the sports centre, and she could see another security guard speaking to the firemen. There was a hive of activity for a while with various firemen going into the building, whilst others remained outside. It was a strange situation – she couldn't speak to anybody, and certainly couldn't ask to go to the loo now. She crossed her legs and tried to remain calm and collected. Her mind wandered to her plans for the evening – she was due to meet up with her halls friend Jess, to go shopping for things for their new shared flat, and then go out for tea with Mark. She would be very happy by this evening! “Yes, Lima 4 received, thank you, out” said the security guard into his headphones. He whispered something to the Senior Invigilator, who nodded. “Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please” he said, addressing the students. “The smoke head was a false alarm, and there is no cause for concern. The Fire Brigade are leaving shortly, and then we shall re-set the alarm.”. The Senior Invigilator took over. “You will be permitted to return to the building presently, when I instruct you to do so. Due to the disruption, we must follow certain procedures. You are all to draw a horizontal line across your script book, on which you must write the words 'FIRE EVACUATION'. You will all be permitted an extra twenty minutes onto your allocated time, to make up for the time you have spent outside. Your lecturers will all be informed about the disruption which occurred, and they will take this into account in their marking. If you have any questions, you should ask me once you are seated in the hall”. He finished his speech and the klaxon sound stopped shortly after. The invigilator looked over to Lima 4, who listened to his headset and gave the nod, and the group filed back in to the hall. Leah looked at the clock. Her exam had been running for two hours and twenty minutes now, but it was extended so it would run for a further half hour. She looked at what she had written, and scored the horizontal line as requested. She was actually quite confident that she could finish off the answer, after the benefit of the time reflecting outside. The invigilators told everybody to start writing again, and Leah continued with her essay. She pulled her right leg up and sat on her foot, and realised that it was important she get her relief, so she finally put up her hand, and an older gentleman invigilator ambled towards her. “Excuse me, I need the toilet please” “Sorry my dear, you aren't allowed to go to the toilet in the last half-hour of an examination, those are the university rules” “Yes, I know, but I was about to ask before the fire bell went off” “What seems to be the problem?” said a voice, as the Senior Invigilator appeared. “This lady needs use of the toilet, but I've just explained it's in the last half hour” “I see. I'm sorry madam, but you must wait, is that ok?” It wasn't, really, but Leah didn't want to make a fuss. Nor admit to the invigilators how desperate she was. She pushed her heel into her crotch, and plodded on with the answers. It was becoming unbearable, and there was still twenty minutes of exam time left. She was starting to panic, as her stomach became more and more painful, but she carried on. She tried to think rationally - she'd been desperate for a wee plenty of times in her life, and she always made it. If she could get through the next twenty minutes, she could have relief. "You have ten minutes remaining" announced the Invigilator. Leah had finished writing her script by this point and was proof-reading her answers, although her attention was very much elsewhere. She tried moving her legs around, but the best relief came from crossing them tightly. Conscious of the fact that the others already knew she needed the toilet, she didn't want to look too desperate in front of them. She could hold on - she had to hold on, but her bladder was groaning at her from all the water she'd been drinking that afternoon. As she read through the script, she found it difficult to concentrate on what she'd written - her body was far more concerned about her bladder. She sat, trying to remain as still as possible, holding as tight as she could, for the last few minutes. "Your time is now up. Leave your paper on the desk, and you may now leave the hall" said the Senior Invigilator. Leah didn't need any encouragement - she immediately pushed her chair back, followed immediately by a sharp intake of breath. The pressure of pushing the chair back had loosened her hold on her bladder, and a small squirt escaped her. She sat for a second, re-affirming her hold, whilst also feeling a spot of warmth in her knickers. Carefully, she stood up, and felt another squirt leak despite her best efforts. Leah was in turmoil, she had to move from here in order to go to the toilet, but it seemed that everything she did was causing her to leak into her knickers. As she stood still, another squirt leaked. It was clear now that she was starting to dribble, and she needed to get on the toilet as quickly as possible. Leah set off on a fast march towards the exit of the hall, using all her might to hold her bladder. As she walked, she could feel a slow drip of leaks escaping her. Her bladder was on the verge of giving in. As she exited the hall back into the lobby, she started to walk faster but without holding herself. Although she wasn't walking awkwardly, this reduced the pressure, and she could feel the leaks starting to get bigger and bigger. Just a few more seconds. She got across the lobby and was opening the door into the corridor when she felt another wave leak out - but this was no squirt. She had no choice. She ran down the corridor and turned right into the ladies toilet. All she could do now is give in and try to get on the toilet as quickly as possible. As she ran, more and more leaks escaped and dampened her knickers. Leah burst into the ladies and ran into the first cubicle. As she turned around to lock the door, her stressed sphincter finally gave in. She felt another leak escape, which turned into a long stream, and realised that she was full-on wetting herself. She pulled up her skirt and tore down her tights and knickers, at which point the stream leaking for her continued to spray down onto the floor of the cubicle. She positioned herself over the toilet and finally, voluntarily relaxed. The relief was enormous. She felt a powerful jet stream out of her, into the toilet, which continued for about 30 seconds. There was a tingling sensation in her spine as her muscles, clenched and dedicated to holding on, released. This was followed by an on/off squirt of the remaining contents of her bladder. She had never felt such relief in her life. She looked down at her knickers and tights, and her heart dropped. Her knickers and tights were soaking - she had totally wet them. The light pink they once were had darkened significantly. She carefully took her tights and knickers off and set them to one side, before examining her skirt. This was more concerning - she had a large wet patch on her bottom. Leah was dismayed - if she walked home like this, everybody would know what happened. A solution came in the form of her phone buzzing, as Jess had texted her asking where she was, as they'd intended to meet up. "Come to sports centre toilets. Bring some jeans and knickers. I'll explain x" she texted back. Jess was a kind-hearted girl, who Leah had helped out of a desperate situation earlier in the year. Jess indicated she'd be along shortly, and Leah decided she would be better off sitting on the bench outside the toilets, not to mention more comfortable. Looking down, there was a huge puddle of wee on the toilet floor, trailing out where she had ran in. She peeled her knickers and tights off and wiped her legs, which were soaked where the pee had run down them. She carefully bundled up her tights and knickers and shoved them in the sanitary bin, before letting her skirt down. There was still a substantial wet patch, so she'd need to be careful, but she managed to exit the toilets and get sat down on the bench without any trouble. After about ten minutes Jess turned up with a sports bag. As she opened her mouth, Leah indicated to the changing rooms, and they shot inside. "I've got a pair of jeans and knickers like you said" said Jess "What happened?". "My exam overran, there was an emergency and we all had to evacuate" explained Leah matter-of-factly. "I can see that" said Jess sagely, looking at Leah's skirt. She undid her skirt and put on the jeans and plain white knickers that Jess had brought along. Leah felt that Jess was the perfect friend here - looking after her at her time of need without making her feel silly. With Leah now changed into dry clothes, the girls left the changing room and walked towards the exit, past the toilets, where a cleaner was carefully positioning a yellow "wet floor" sign in the doorway. "Janet! Can you bring your mop and bucket? Looks like someone's had an accident here, it's all over the floor...!". They left the sports centre, Leah feeling very ashamed and quiet. "Hey, it's ok" said Jess, noticing her mood. "Come here". The girls embraced, then continued walking. "If it's any consolation, it happened to me at school, in year 9" Jess continued "I totally wet myself in front of a class of thirty 14-year olds. I never lived it down". Leah felt a little more comfortable after that. She felt extremely embarrassed, and told Jess. She was 19 - she should be able to hold her bladder better than this! Sure, she'd had desperate moments before, but never like this. Jess was sympathetic - it was a long exam, she'd had lots of water and there had been twenty minutes outside. "You'd have been fine without the fire alarm!". By the time they got back to the halls, the other girls were around, but Jess kept her promise not to say anything. She explained to the others that Leah wasn't feeling too good, and ran a bath for her to get into. As Leah lay in the bath she thought she was lucky enough to have decent friends to look out for her - and a bladder that would reach as far as the toilet door, anyway. And on the upside, at least she hadn't worn any particularly nice knickers today – it would have been a shame to ruin a decent pair. She lay in the tub as the water drained out of her bath, and felt a need to wee again. Well, I've already embarrassed myself today she thought, as she released a trickle to join the water going down the plughole. POSTSCRIPT :- Leah picked up her results three weeks later, and had done splendidly. As she read the module breakdown, she had to smile to herself. “F18WP1 : 1st, 87/100. COMMENTS: Well written, especially in view of the obvious distraction.” If only the examiner appreciated the irony of his comments!
  12. Adrian6970wc

    Monday's Pleasure

    (This is a short story which I've written recently and shared in a few other places. I hope you enjoy it.) Anne Glenson drained her coffee mug. It was the fourth she’d had that morning. It was Monday, officially Archie’s day off – correction their day off – as the nature of his work meant that they never had a proper weekend to themselves. Today, however, he’d had to go to a meeting which was expected to last all morning and she didn’t anticipate seeing him before lunchtime if not later. His absence did, however, furnish her with an opportunity for a little self indulgence. For as long as she cared to remember Anne had enjoyed holding it until she was absolutely bursting and couldn’t wait any longer. Few things felt better than a long holding session culminating in the sheer joy of a delightful warm wetness as she soaked herself like the naughtiest of naughty housewives. She just loved being bursting for the loo and, even better, flooding her pants. Although it was something she’d always done, whenever she’d been able to get away with it, at 37 Anne was well old enough to know better and that fact turned her on too. Archie knew about her tendency but he didn’t approve – or at least had her believe that he didn’t approve. He was sweet, kind and tolerant but she didn’t think it was fair to rub his nose in it. Consequently opportunities to indulge herself had to be taken as and when he wasn’t about for the most part. It was quite true that the wetting she’d had at the village fete was a genuine accident but, unfortunately, her secret was out of the bag and it didn’t sit well with some of the women in that small rural community. She’d already outraged their sense of decency by wearing not just jeans but tight jeans too – ones which showed of her legs and bottom to their shapeliest and best advantage. So far as they were concerned though, it just wasn’t done – and certainly not by the rector’s wife! Earlier that morning she’d nipped down to the village in her tight blue jeans in order to pick up some stamps and the Daily Telegraph. As she left the shop her sharp ears had picked up a whispered conversation between Major Hancock’s wife and the postmistress. “You know she does it in her pants, don’t you? I think it’s quite disgusting.” “Yes, so I’ve heard. Quite dreadful. Someone in her position should know better – I mean the rector’s wife of all people! If it was that slut from the Fox & Eagle I could understand…” That had been two hours ago and, although Anne had been unable to resist crossing and uncrossing her legs for effect, she’d not been desperate then, just quite capable of peeing if she’d wanted to. Now safely back in the warmth of the rectory she’d topped up her coffee intake and completed the Telegraph crossword whilst she was about it. As she debated over whether to pour herself a glass of water or make a fifth coffee she could feel her pleasant sensation of discomfort turn to one of desperation. Her bladder was swollen but less so than it could get or she’d like. To speed things up a little she poured herself a large glass of water and drank it quickly. Returning to her easy chair, Anne decided to make herself as comfortable as possible. She’d prepared it well using two large plastic sheets and spreading three old towels on top of them. By now she really needed to go to the loo but there was no way that she was going – oh no. Anne stroked her crotch as she felt the pressure building whilst her desperation increased. She’d been checking out some of her favourite desperation sites earlier and that had really put her in the mood. Now she was really desperate and as the clock struck twelve she decided it was time to release all that pent up pee. Unwilling to hold it in for any longer, Anne began peeing and started to release little spurts which soon turned into a cascade. She sighed with pleasure as the warm wetness completely soaked her knickers and stonewash blue jeans. It wasn’t long before the towels beneath her were sodden too. The sheer relief and naughtiness of it just felt amazing. Eventually she stopped peeing but as she did so another urge took over and she unzipped her jeans. Sliding a hand inside her sodden knickers Anne began pleasuring herself, consumed with the enjoyment of what she was doing. In fact she was enjoying herself so much that she didn’t hear Archie’s car in the drive or his key in the door. Only when she was about to climax did she look up, just as Archie entered the room. Caught at it, she blushed but decided to act as normally as possible. “Archie, I wasn’t expecting you back just yet.” There was an unmistakable bulge in Archie’s pants but he had at least to pretend to disapprove. “Clearly not by the look of it.” Anne moved her hand from her crotch. “How did the meeting go? Did you have a good time?” Archie frowned. “Clearly not as good a time as you appear to be having! I think you should have a shower and get changed. Meanwhile, I’ll see if I can find anything in the fridge for that spot of lunch I hoped you might have got ready for me. Oh, and whilst you’re showering make sure that bladder’s properly emptied.” Anne gave her husband a guilty look. “Archie, you’re cross, aren’t you?” Archie reached out and took Anne in his arms. As he did so, her sodden jeans fell to the floor. “No darling, of course I’m not cross. I’m not surprised either though. If the bookie in Stowchester had offered me decent odds on this happening I’d be a rich man now!” The End
  13. I came across a youtube account the other day https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzH2rLpXZVDox9Ab2X7rY5A but the videos got removed very quickly indeed. I ripped my favourites which I've uploaded here but if you wanted to see the full six videos got to this link http://www.sendspace.com/filegroup/09Ri1I%2BKWzaFFyFF4dh%2FBFXtQ%2BOyX8%2F2DdqIl6XenO8cZADSIYiGdA I think the jeans one is amazing. EDIT There may be some nudity in some of them. FUCKING BRUTALY PROSTITUTE! she public pee.mp4 HARD PEE! public peeing.mp4 PUBLIC wetting! crazy videos.mp4 SHOCKING PEEING! it's really crazy girl.mp4
  14. amandalu862

    A Change of underwear

    It all was because of the damn bus.... Usually the bus which I take from school back to my neighbourhood would arrive on time. But for some reason or the other, it was late. Not your late by a few minutes late. Like more than n hour late. And that wouldn't have been a worried had my bladder not given the signal that it need to empty itself. "D..amn,," I said. Usually I don't swear, not even using mild words like the D word but this was one exception. "Did I hear you swear?" My partner and one of the close friends, Jemimah asked. We ere both of the same age but definitely did not look so. Jemmimah was a tall girl, tall at the age of 13, with feminine curves and growing breasts. Many judged her cup size to be nearly B and guessed that she would have a voluptuous size by her mid-teens. I on the other hand was a short, scrawny 13-year old with a flat chest. Many people commented that I could pass as a ten or even right year old, which made me embarrassed. "Yeah, I uh need to pee," I replied. "Well, surely you can hold. We'll be at my house shortly," she replied. I was heaing over to Jem's place to work on our English project. Mum also wanted me to stay there to until she could pick me up--for some strange reason, my mother didn't trust me to be home alone, even if I was already a teen. I didn't reply to Jem and crossed and uncrossed my legs, hoping that I could really hold it. It was probably the vast amounts of Coca-colaa I had across snack and lunch time. Oh darn it, where's the freakin' bus? The rickety old bus arrived as I dashed up immediately, almost forgetting to flash my ID until the driver reminded me. The ride went smooth until a red light halted the vehicle. My bladder again gave a signal and I squeezed my nylon-clad legs together again. "Oh gosh, Lauren, you're not a kid. Hold it," Jem commented. I didn't reply again as I squeezed my legs tighter, hoping that I could really hold myself till we got to her place. Darn it, move bus, move! Finally, we reached our stop and I scooted out of the bus. Jem's house was at the top of a hill which meant another eight to ten minutes of walking. I started to pick up my pace and then after a few house, stopped. "What's wrong?" "I don't think I can hold it,.." Jem shook her head. "Bloody hell, you're not a baby! Come on, another few more houses and we're there!" I moved again then pass another side road I bent and felt a warm dampness between my legs. "Oh my gosh, are you peeing?!" "I...I..." I turned bright red as pee continued to soak my underwear and travel down my tights. "Come on, we've got to get to my house." She yanked my arm and half dragged me up the hill, A few minutes later, we were inside her bungalow. Just as I kicked off my flat heeled shoes I felt the dampness between my legs again and stopped. "Quick! Up to my room!" She again dragged me up the stairs, but not before pee another trickled down my legs and onto the floor! "Bloody hell Lauren!" She screamed. "I'm so sorry..." "The bathroom is over there and use the spare towel. I'll clean up." Nodding and giving her a "I'm sorry" looking, I did so. I just couldn't believe it, me a thirteen year old wetting myself! And in another person's home! After a grateful shower, I dried off and head into her bedroom. "Jem, I'm so so sorry. That was so stupid of me and I'm so ashamed." "Well, I guess it can happen," she said, crossing over to give me a hug, I started to feel a bit better. "You skirt, knickers and tights are in my washing machine. Should be ready after an hour or so. Here's the rest of your uniform," she pointed. Nodding, I buttoned my blouse (I told you I had no boobs yet) and donned the blazer. Turning to my friend, I remarked, "Uh, can I borrow underwear and shorts or something?" Jem began to cross over to her drawers then stopped. "Uh, I don't think that's possible." "Why not?" "Well, look at me and look at yourself." I then realised what she meant. We were so different in height a build. There was no way I could fit into her undies, let alone any of her clothes. "But...I can't just stay around semi-naked!" "Well, you're lucky I'm a girl as well. Still..." she paused then continued. "I've got an idea. Be right back." Five minutes later, she was back with some sort of package under her right arm and carrying a rather large bag with her left hand. Settling the bag down, she remarked, "I'm sure these are your size." It was then I saw the picture on package. "Are those diapers?" "If you want to use the American term yeah they are nappies. You know my mum's a nurse and my father's a doctor? My cousin is a special needs person and often visits us. She needs to wear these." "Wait, wait, are you suggesting I wear a nappy?!" "Well, as you said, you don't want to stay semi-naked right? And I don't think you and I want another accidental wetting." I started to back away. "No...no way I'm gonna put them on." "Lauren Bebbington, you will or you walk back home with nothing on you!" I wasn't really the type of person to defend myself in arguments. "Ok, but this stay between us. No one knows ok?" "Yeah, now," she tossed the package over to me. "Get them on. I don't want to see your crotch anymore." I extracted one of the nappies out of the open package and unwrapped it. It looked alot like a baby's nappy, except much larger and somehow, it did look like my underwear, except cut open. "Uh..." "You don't know how to put it on?" "Well no, it's not a pull on knickers..." "Get up from the bed," she said, with a commanding tone. I did so and reaching into the bag, she extracted and unfolded a sort of mat and laid it on her bed. It look exactly like a changing mat, except bigger. "Wait, are you going to nappy me?!" I couldn't believe this was happening to me. "Hurry up and lie own on it. We've got to finish the project for Mrs Granger." I did so, turning red in the face again. I heard her rumaged through the bag and then extract out something. From my horizontal position, I saw her squeeze something on her hands and then ow!! "Yikes!" I felt the cold sting around my groin and private part. "This is called Destin. It's cream to prevent any rash from the urine. Espeially given your accident just now." But I just bathed I thought. "No powder?" I murmured from my position. "Not that my mother taught me," she continued, and I felt another cold sting. "Roll over," she commanded again. I felt the nappy positioned around my crotch. Next the sound of adhesive was heard as the dreaded device was secured around me. "All done." I got up and felt like I was transported into another dimension. Moving around slowly, I realised how thick the nappy really was and I was waddling more than walking, Plus there was that sound. "Do you hear that?" "Most nappies crinkle," she commented, gathering up the stuff. "It feels really weird." "Well Lauren, you were the one who wet yourself like a child. Plus as you said, you dont want to stay around naked. Now, let's get on with the project." We did so as I sat with a thick bum. Time flew by and we easily completed most of the project. Then, i felt my bladder signal again. "Urm, can we pause? Need to use the loo," I said. "Don't you realise what you have on?" "Huh?...wait you want me to pee in the nappy?" "Well, that's what they are for. But wait, let's still go to the toilet. Just in case, it leaks through onto the floor." I did so and then my bladder couldn't hold any longer. I couldn't believe it as the nappy swelled, catching my yellow urine. I was certainly turning red. "Well that's a huge piss. Don't think you should sit around in that," Jem said. "You mean to get changed?" "Of course. " "I think my clothes should be ready," I countered. Let me out of this. "No, into a nappy. Your clothes need to dry off." Oh shit. Back into her room, I was place flat down on the large changing mat and the soggy nappy removed. "Ow, ow, ow," I said, as she wiped my privates and even bum with wipes. Then another sting with the Dermatological cream and within minutes, I was in a fresh nappy. "I'll put your clothes in the dryer and then we'll finish up." While she was gone, I looked down at the babyish underwear. Despite the crinkling, I slowly realised I wasn't really waddling around as I walked. Perhaps it was a good safety after all, but I couldn't imagine myself wearing nappies in public just to prevent accidents. That wetting just now was an exception, I told myself. But wearing this, well, it feels kinda cool. Jem returned and we quickly finished off our work. "Well, we've still got time to kill, your mum's not coming until five." "When will my clothes be ready?" "Another oh hour or less. But frankly you do fit into that nappy perfectly. And look cute." "I'm not a baby...." i didn't want to tell her what I thought of it truthfully. "Well, 13 year olds dont wet themselves in public." I turned red again. "Seriously, you should go to a doctor to get checked out." "Then my mother will have to know..." "Yeah well. What do you want to do? Watch TV? Snack?" "Snack," I replied, realising I haven't eaten since lunch. Soon we were both snacking on tortilla chips and dips, cookies and soft drinks. As I drained my cup of soda, she let out a giggle. "What?" "I bet you'll need to pee again." "I won't." I never told her how much soda I drank before the darn bus ride though. "Bet so." "So not." Well, she was right in the end and nature did call once again. And yes, the nappy was quite full. "Man, maybe you really ought to see a doctor," she comment as she untapped the nappy and stung me again with the wipes and cream. Maybe, I thought. I stayed and did pee a bit in the third nappy before she brought my clothes up. As I pulled up my own clean knickers, I again felt I was transported back to a new dimension. Just as I adjusted my uniform, the doorbell rang and it was my mother. "How was your day?" she asked. "Oh, just the usual," I replied, waving goodbye to Jemimah. Maybe I'll come back again, I thought. For the nappies. The End.
  15. amandalu862

    female The patient

    The clinic was new to the town and it was certainly welcomed since the old clinic shut down. The single doctor and nurse were strangers to the town's population but since it was the only medical facility around, they had to visit it for any illness. It was summer time and the town's star pupil, Charlotte Seager, started coughing a lot. "You better take leave and visit the clinic,", her head teacher commented. "I'm...*coughh*, ah *cough*...fine," she stammered. Charlotte or Charlie loved school and did want to miss her maths and history lessons. "You're certainly not. He's a day pass, go and if need to, rest at home tomorrow," the teacher replied. Half-grumbling, half coughing, she packed her bags and exited the school grounds. The sun outside was brightly shining and that was exactly helping the sick 16 year old. Thankfully, Charlie had changed to socks instead of nylon tights. But as she walked to the bus stop, the heat of the day grew and made he cougher even more. The bus ride was no comfort since there was a lack of fans or air-conditioning and it was a rather rickety bus. Finally, after another few more minutes in the heat, she was inside the clinic. "Do you have an appointment dear?" The bespectacled grey haired nurse behind the counter asked. "*Cough*...no," Charlie replied. "Oh do fill this form up. And there's a water fountain over there. You look like you'll need it." After scribbling her particulars, the teenager thankfully drained three cups of water down, which did sooth her throat. Sitting down, she noticed that there were several patients in front of her. It's one of those logn waits she thought, and picked up a magazine. After a few minutes, Charlie felt that her bladder was signalling. "Uhm, nurse, is there a ladies in this building?" "Outside, turn left but I believe it's under repair today. Some leaky pipe." The signal from her bladder grew so Charlotte exited anyway, and indeed found the door to the unisex loo locked. "Open, damnit!" she cried as her bladder's pressure grew. Returning to the waiting area, she asked, "Nurse, is there any other toilet here or nearby?" "No, sorry. I thought you have a sore throat?" "Yeah," Charlotte replied hoarsely then coughed. "But I really have to..." She didn't want to say the word, especially not with the other patients around. "I'm sorry, I do think Dr. Shaw won't be much longer. Just sit down." Shaking her head Charlotte did and crossed her legs and squeezed her eyes. Damn it, hold bladder hold. But why would she suddenly need to pee? It wasn't that much longer. After what seemed like eternity, the other patients were cleared and the nurse called her named. Charlotte literally ran into the room to find a rather young doctor. "Good afternoon, Charlotte?" he read off his folder. "I'm Dr. Charles Shaw. Please take a seat." She did so, again crossing her legs tightly with the increasing pressure from her bladder. "Your throat is given you problems I believe," he continued. "Could you open wide?" She did so and squeezed her eyes shut as he flashed a light and prodded around. Oh please, please, someone stop this torture! Give me a toilet now! "Hmmm, that is really a nasty throat. I'll have to prescribe a heavy dose of anti-bio.." Just as he was talking, Charlotte couldn't bear it any more and shot up from the chair. "Doctor, I need to...." Suddenly her bladder emptied itself, a larger shot immediately staining her translucent blue knickers and spilling onto the ground. "OH MY GOSH!" she exclaimed with her hoarse voice. "Oh m..,," she was lost for words. Doctor Shaw clam walk over and said, "It's ok dear, why don’t you head over to the bed over there?" Her face red with embarrassment, Charlotte proceeded to but her bladder gave way again, with another dribble. "What...what's happening to me?" "Nurse Jane? Could you close reception and bring the mop?" The Doctor called. Turning to his patient, he asked, "have you had any bladder infections recently?" "No...I," she coughed and felt another short drop of urine. This is a nightmare. "I don't know what's happening to me?!" "Well, female bladder problems aren't uncommon with teenagers," he commented, and that didn't ease her worry. Just then the nurse came and saw the mess of the floor. She immediately began to mop but Charlie could only turn redder with embarrassment. "Doctor, I really..." suddenly she peed again, this time onto the bed. "What's happening to me?!!! Why...." "Relax, Charlotte," Dr. Shaw said, motioning her to roll over and placed a thick towel underneath. "Could you remove your skirt and underwear for me?" Already bright red, Charlotte did so and instinctively cover her private part. The doctor walked ovr to a cabinet and extracted several items. "I can't tell exactly what's happening Charlotte, “ he said, "but I can give you something to stop it temporarily." A minute later, he was by her side, holding a filled syringe in his arms. "What...what's that?" "It's an antidiuretic," he replied, and she racked her brains, remembering reading the term in one of her advanced biology textbooks. "It will moderate your urine production for a while." Oh. "Now, Can you place your hands by your side? Won't hurt." Contrary to his description, the injection did. Then he used another syringe to extract a sample of her blood. "Now,” he continued, "that's temporary and I took your blood for further testing. Meanwhile, I suggest you should be given protection." "Protection?" Charlie queried, shifted in the bed. "Well, the drug will wear off after a few minutes and it is not recommended to give another dose, especially for someone your age. So you need to wear continence underwear to catch further leaking." It was then she saw what he had extracted out of the cabinet. "A NAPPY?!" "If you want to call it that," he continued in his calm voice. "Now, could you spread..." "No, no way I'm going to wear that...." she croaked, starting to move off the bed. "I'm..." "You certainly won't be going home with that stained knickers and skirt young lady," he pointed, "This is so silly. Let me...." "I say you have about eight or so minutes before you start wetting again. Now back on the bed." Charlotte's head was spinning and suddenly she felt a bit dizzy. "Back on the bed," she heard him say again. For some reason, she didn't want to but somehow she found herself flat again. "Nurse, please hold her still," he said then she heard a whirling sound. "What...." "I need to shave you," he said, "if not the urine and briefs will create rash." "Noo..." she croaked but the elderly nurse held her down and she felt the metallic blades again her area. After a few minutes, she was released, only to be rolled over to have a mat replace the towel and then something slide underneath. "Ow...Ow...OW!!!" she cried, as she felt a creamy cold substance between her legs. "It's to again guard again rash," the doctor commented, glancing at his watch. "Two minutes." She then realised what else was against her bum. But with the nurse holding her, adhesive sounds followed and the 16 year old was now taped with an adult nappy around her. "Oh my...shit!" she felt a growing warmness between her legs and moved up to see pee staining the nappy. "I can't believe it...." "I told you the drug was temporary," he commented, removing his medical gloves and then stowing the rest of the materials back. "You can get dressed now.. Not your underwear of course." "But how can..." "Put your skirt on, Charlotte," this came from the nurse. She gingerly did so and found it did fit over the thick nappy. "But...I can't go out like this!" "You certainly can't go out with urine flowing down your legs either," he said, "look, the brief can't be seen at all." He was right it couldn't unless someone stared at it. "But..." "I think we're done here, Charlotte. Nurse Jane will give you the antibiotics. Since you are a school going child, there's no need to pay for the pills or the briefs." "But..." He scribbled something and passed it to her. "Here's a note which brand of adult briefs or nappies you would want to get. Tena Slip Maxi would be a great choice. They are thin and absorbent. At least buy one packet and come back to me in say about a week's time. The blood test results should be done by then." Just as on cue, another burst of urine stained her nappy and she squirmed. "Wait, do get back on the bed." She didn't want to, but eventually gave in and he lifted her skirt. "Hmm, it's it rather soggy. Nurse, can you get another out? And the cream and wipes." The tearing sounds of adhesive were heard again and the nappy was yanked away. "Sorry, hospital-grade briefs." he commented, though she did not get him. The stinging happened again as he wiped her vulva and spread cream on it again. Another nappy was slid underneath and secured in place. "But..." she said again getting up. "I can't walk properly." "Nonsense, it's your mind dear," the nurse replied. "And when you get the Tena Slips, they are thiner." "But...what will my family and friends say?" He scribbled another note. "I don't think it's a medical case to excuse you fully from school. But this will excuse you from your Physical Exercise. As I said earlier, it's not uncommon for teens to be incontinent." "But..." "We're closing now. Don't forget your bag and shoes. And the anitbiotics. Also, buy some wipes and DESTIN cream along with the nappies. If you show the store people the note I gave you, you'll get it cheaper. See you next week." With that, the girl who once wore normal underwear half walked, half waddled out of the new clinic. Once she was gone, he turn to the nurse and gave her a hug. "Thanks mum." he said. "That was a great move, lacing the water." "And that was a great act son," she replied, kissing him. "She fell for it." "Yes. Next week when she returns, she'll be all ours." THE END *** Comments welcomed. Will probably post a sequel.
  16. Schoolgirl Carissa peeing her panties Submitted by: Cathyva Submission Date: : 28 Aug 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Skirt Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Staged/Scripted Wetting Carissa is severely lectured by her mom, as she has forged the signature of her daddy to go on a schooltrip. Mom is really angry and she decides to give a good spanking as a punishment. Carissa argues not to have a spanking, mom decides that daddy will the spanking, Carissa is now very nervous and afraid and ends up peeing her panties... (spanking clips not included). Click here to download this file
  17. A Scottish student is frustrated and delayed by bad weather - inspired by the news today. Emily wasn't overly concerned about the high winds that afternoon. Having grown up in a small town on the edge of the Firth of Forth, she'd been used to gales throughout the winter. She'd moved to Edinburgh for uni and after a long weekend at her parents house, she was returning to the city ready to sit her exams. She'd done the journey many times since starting uni, almost every other weekend - so she was quite confident that it'd take half an hour, tops. After all, it was a Monday afternoon and most people would be at work. She'd leave at 2pm, and be back in Edinburgh in plenty of time for her evening shift at the pub she worked. She left her parents house and headed south down the M90. The weather was pretty dire - torrential rain and howling winds - but nothing she hadn't seen before. Emily was quite a stunner and usually had several admirers; with long dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, she'd melt many a guy's heart. Her figure wasn't bad either, although she'd put on a bit of weight recently through too much junk food. She could feel her trousers were tighter than normal! As she was going to work this evening, she dressed in the white blouse and plain black trousers that made up her uniform. She realised that the normal plain pink knickers she was wearing would show an obvious VPL, so made a mental note to change into a thong once she was back at her flat. The winds continued to howl as she headed south, and the traffic was slow. Still, she was doing alright for time. Taking a sip of her coffee, she realised she needed a wee - but not very badly, so she'd just hold it in until she got back to her flat. The traffic became slower and slower, but in her car surrounded by lorries and vans Emily couldn't really see what was happening ahead. Looking at her watch she became concerned about running late - but it was sure to ease up once she was over the bridge, anyway. The air in the car's heating system was quite dry, so she took a glug of water from the bottle she kept in her bag. She realised this might not be wise since she needed a wee anyway, but realistically the delay shouldn't be too bad. As she approached the roundabout just before the bridge, Emily could see the road cordoned off and a policeman directing traffic down the slip-road to a diversionary route. "BRIDGE CLOSED" said the flashing signs. "Damn!" she thought. It had been a few years since she'd had to go up to Kincardine, where the next bridge was located, but she knew it was a relatively long trip around. She pulled off the motorway and joined a convoy of vehicles being diverted through local villages and towns on a single-carriageway A road. By this time she should have been almost home, and her bladder was starting to ache slightly. Perhaps she'd stop somewhere along the way? It was now 20 minutes since she'd come off the motorway, and the diversion was pretty torturous. Several slow-moving lorries meant that nobody could get up to much speed, not that that was wise with the weather anyway. Emily really wanted to cross her legs to alleviate the need to go to the toilet - but that wasn't really practical when driving. If only she'd bought an automatic! She mentally calculated the time it'd take her to get home - there was probably another 20 minutes to get to Kincardine bridge, then another 20 on the other side before she got to the other side of the Forth Bridge. This left her really short of time for getting home and back out again in time for work starting, but she hoped she'd be able to manage it. The bridge at Kincardine wasn't too far away now, but Emily was finding herself rubbing her knees together to try and ignore the need to pee. She resolved to get across the bridge and then find somewhere with a loo, before it was too late. Perhaps her new years resolution could be to lose the pounds she'd put on recently - she realised that her belt was digging in a lot more than it used to. The roundabout just before the bridge was snarled up with a broken down van, which created another bottleneck, but Emily got on to it at about 3.30pm - an hour and a half into what should have been a half hour journey! She was due to start work in an hour, and anticipated that if the traffic wasn't too bad on the other side, she could make it without getting a warning from her boss. As she came off the bridge and finally found herself on the right side of the Firth, she naturally followed the signs for the motorway. Passing a McDonalds, she wondered whether it would be worth pulling in to use the toilet - but time was against her, and the M9 wasn't normally too bad at this time of day, so she could surely hold it until she got home. This was a decision she soon regretted, as the effects of the water she'd been sipping throughout the long crawl passed to her bladder. Fortunately, the rain had subsided, but the wind continued to blow at gale force and prevent her making particularly good speed. To try and make herself more comfortable, she used her right hand to hold her crotch - hoping that no lorry drivers would notice and think she was doing something else entirely! Her bladder was in a great deal of pain now and pressing against the belt on her trousers. Emily was capable of going for a long time without needing a wee - she'd gone most of the day without going before - but this invariably meant she was storing up a huge amount and she could pee for a minute and a half quite easily. Thinking back, she realised she hadn't gone since 11am - now over five hours ago - and had drunk an awful lot of water and coffee in that time. As she approached the outskirts of the city, Emily reflected on the fact that it had taken her over an hour and a half to travel across one small stretch of water. If only she'd been in this position an hour and a half earlier, she thought as she merged with the road from the closed bridge. She was now very desperate for a wee and was again calculating how long it'd take to get home. She needed to come off the motorway, onto the bypass, then along a country road to the suburb where she lived. Hopefully, she could be home in fifteen minutes, and be at the pub in time for her shift. The approach to the end of the motorway was slow, as traffic had to negotiate a roundabout at the end. Emily alternated fidgeting with her knees when stationary in the queue, with holding with her right hand and steering with her left as she moved slowly forward. Her bladder throbbed and ached and she could think of little else than getting the relief she needed. Finally, it was her turning off the bypass and she wasn't far away from home. It had been a long time since she'd been this desperate for a wee. She often returned from a night out in need by the time she got off the nightbus, but she was only a few minutes walk from the stop - but there'd been at least one memorable occasion where she'd run back from the stop, such was her need. Turning off the main road onto the B-road that took her down to the suburb she lived in, she put her foot down. It was a countryside road linking the main road and her suburb, and was pretty quiet. She was contorting herself to try and make her aching bladder feel more comfortable. Left leg was curved slightly trying to keep her thighs pressed together, right foot on the accelerator, right arm in her crotch and left arm on the wheel. It wouldn't be too long now until she got relief. Thank god. Her thoughts were so engrossed on the relief that was so badly needed, she didn't notice a tractor pulling out of a farm turning ahead. Spotting it at the last minute, she slammed the brakes on, skidding to a halt only a few inches away from disaster. The sudden shock and braking caused the seatbelt to dig into her bladder and, together with the fear of collision, Emily felt a spurt escape into her knickers. The situation was quite serious now and she was fearful of her ability to get back to her house without having a full-blown accident. Starting her car again and following down the road, she realised that the only way she could avoid an accident was to pull over and squat. Emily really didn't like doing this, but it was the only way. As she drove down the road she looked for laybys or turnings to pull into - one looked hopeful, but a man was walking his dog and she didn't feel like giving him a scene. She continued a hundred yards down the road before turning left into a country lane where she drove down and around a corner before she pulled over. This spot would have to do - she was in a road with a hedge on one side and woods on the other. Her bladder started to pulse and as she was fumbling to undo her seatbelt she could feel another leak escape into her knickers. She managed to open the car door and step outside, realising that there wasn't even hope of going into the woods - it had to be here. Fidgeting on the spot, almost as if running on the spot, she tried to undo her belt. At almost the same time, she could feel her pee start to leak into her knickers slowly but surely, and as she managed to undo her belt she could feel the stream increasing. Emily tore her knickers down and pushed her bottom out and released a long, hissing and desperately-needed bladder full of pee onto the already-soaked verge. She hadn't shaved in a while, and the pee ran through her hair and dripped down from her backside. She continued, backside in the air visible to anybody, for almost two minutes. A builders van drove past and beeped at her, but she wasn't bothered. Her prime feeling was of relief, having finally managed to have the long-needed pee. As her bladder emptied itself of the last few drops, she came back to her senses. She looked down and saw her pink knickers had a large damp spot in the crotch where she'd lost control, and dribbles towards the back where she'd pulled them down as she was in mid-flow. There was nothing for it though - she had to pull them back on and do her trousers up. At least home wasn't far away, and her trousers didn't have any visible marks on them. Pulling into her street a few minutes later, she parked up and got out the car and into her flat. Emily looked at her phone for the first time since she'd left home, and saw a text from her boss at the pub. She shouldn't worry about coming in tonight if the weather was so bad that the journey would be difficult, and her boss had seen about the bridge closure on the news...!
  18. Thanks for the feedback on my first attempt at a full story - Hermione learns about flying at P level. The following is "What Hermione did next" Ever since the flying lesson that had revealed the meaning of "Flying at P level" to Hermione she had been in a bit of a daze. When in class she had to concentrate to keep fully focussed and to ensure she kept up with what was being taught, but outside of class she would take every opportunity to quietly slide away from everyone and find a spot where she was on her own. Fortunately all her class were very busy with extra studies, reports, and tests preparing them for the end of year exams so even her close friends Harry and Ron did not notice her pre-occupation. What was it that kept occupying her thoughts? - well actually not just her thoughts but her whole body! - that wonderful feeling that started as a tingling in her pussy but spread throughout her whole being during the flying lesson. It climaxed (as did she) when she looped the loop and reached her "P" level wetting her knickers completely. When Miss McGonagall talked to them after the flight and Hermione saw everyone else's wet knickers her pussy was still tingling. She had deliberately this time let the contents of a bladder again flow into her knickers re-wetting them, which increased the pleasure waves in her lower body. It was the first time in her life that she had felt such pleasure - the first time she even knew such levels of good feelings was possible! - and she wanted it to continue. In her usual ordered way Hermione started a series of "experiments" to see how she could trigger the feelings of pleasure. It was clearly at least partially tied up with flying and the special spell "binding" the broom to her pleasure spot, but flying was limited to weekly practices and she could not wait a whole week for that. So , she reasoned, when I wee do I get any tingling "down there"? - Simple test - concentrate the next time I sit on the toilet and see what I feel like. This she did the night of the flying lesson, before going to bed and she realised that there was a small amount of pleasure in just weeing - in fact thinking back she realised she had always quite enjoyed sitting there and letting go. But the pleasure level was very low and she was sure there was something better she could do. The next morning, when Hermione first awoke, she put on her navy blue knickers she had worn the day before, they had dried overnight but were due for the wash bin anyway, but she wanted to try something first. She went along to the toilet and shut the door - she was near bursting after a sound sleep all night - but held on tightly until she was ready. Having shut and locked the door she tried experiment 2 - she sat on the toilet but without pulling her knickers down and let go in them. Her pent up wee rushed out flooding into the gusset, creating a small pool before starting to leak out down into the toilet. But she was weeing with such force that it ran under her bum and up her rear at the same time as it flooded up the front of her knickers bathing her pussy totally in hot wet wee. The feelings of pleasure were much stronger than when just weeing - not flying level, but certainly very enjoyable and definitely closer to what she was seeking for herself. With her pussy still feeling great she showered carefully and very pleasurably soaped the recently wee soaked parts of her body. As she dried herself she mentally ticked off the conclusion that weeing was certainly a source of pleasure but wetting her knickers was much better. But!- was it actually wetting her knickers that heightened the pleasure or was it deliberately doing something she had been brought up not to do - something that was wrong! - bad! - lazy! - naughty!. Her mother would be horrified to think her teenage daughter was deliberately exploring such things - but the pleasure she was getting quickly overruled any qualms she had about her experiments. The next question was therefore about doing "naughty" things associated with her wee. During the week that led to her trying different things out whenever she got a chance. Hermione managed to get a bath one evening when no one else was around - she always enjoyed a soak, but the other girls usually teased her (or indeed anyone unfortunate to be caught in a bath) - or threw cups of cold water over the warm body. But that night, before running the water, Hermione lay down in the bath still wearing her blue regulation knickers and put her legs up against the wall. She had been holding on to her wee for several hours hoping she would be able to carry out this next test, so when she let go there was lots of it to flood everywhere - the first squirt she felt soak the thick cotton double gusset of her knickers and then as she lost control she felt the wee flow both backwards and soak all her bum and the seat of her knickers and at the same time flow forwards, firstly flooding over her pussy and then over her tum. She really enjoyed the pleasure that gave her, but this increased when at the same time the flow back and front reached the elastic around her waist and it ran around wetting her knickers and body so she was wet from front to back - all around her waist. So wetting her knickers gave Hermione lots of pleasure and the wetter she got them the better - but that was not the end of the "testing". If I get this pleasure from doing naughty things with my wee does the risk of being caught make it better? - she thought. For the next few days she tried doing just a little wee to wet her knickers gusset (and wet her pussy) at different times and situations. The long skirts kept everything well hidden and as long as she was careful not to do too much in her pants, when she sat down the dark material did not show any dampness. She really enjoyed the practical herbology class with Pomona Sprout as that gave her the opportunity to slowly but carefully empty over half of her bladder into her knickers and onto the damp ground of the plant hot house without anyone knowing. That helped with the understanding that her personal pleasure levels from the tingling in her pussy definitely increased with the chance of getting caught. Finally the end of the week was almost reached - Hermione opened the draw where she stored her knickers only to find her "experimentation" had resulted in her having used up all of her normal navy blue knickers - the only ones left were her "Sunday Best" ones - same regulation style but bright pink. She knew her washing would be back tonight so that was not a problem - but she realised that whilst a glimpse of her navy blue knickers would not let anyone know whether they were wet or not - as they simply went a bit darker - bright pink would show every damp patch! She would have to not wet them, or be extra careful no one saw if she did. In the end she was very good and got right through to the last class of the day. The last class on Friday afternoon was with Miss McGonagall and as the weather was really warm she had taken them out onto the grass, separated them well apart so they could not talk and then set them a reading assignment to memorise passages of a book of spells. For Hermione that was easy - she had read the book several times weeks ago so all she needed was a quick run through to refresh her mind and she was done. As a "good" girl she had been place at the back of the group and was able to lean back on the wall of the building so she sat with her book on her knees pretending to concentrate on it while her mind went back to exploring the ways of self pleasure she had learnt in the last few days. Past of her mind was looking forward to the next day's special flying class when McGonagall had promised to let them individually test out their personal trigger levels more accurately and the thought of how much pleasure she had felt last week triggered her desire for some "pleasant tingles" as soon as possible. Then Hermione realised that she had the perfect opportunity to go one step further than during the herbiology class and to completely empty her bladder into her knickers during the class! She was sitting on the grass at the back of the class with her back against the building wall – all she needed to do was get her skirt out from under her bum so it would not get wet when she released her wee which would soak down into the ground – there was still at least an hour of class so any puddle she made on the ground would have plenty of time to soak away and then there would be no visible traces of what she had done – as long as she was careful no one saw her knickers as a wet patch was very obvious on pink knickers. She spent the next several minutes putting her plan into action – making sure no one was looking she gradually spread out her skirt around her at the same time as lifting herself up a little to pull her skirt out from under her. Soon she was happy with her moves, she could feel the grass on her legs between where her knickers stopped and her stockings started - which was nice in itself. The moves with her skirt had resulted in her knickers being pulled nice and smooth across her pussy, putting a little pressure on her lips, which responded by starting a low level tingle that was the promise of things to come. With a final quick check to see that no one was looking - Miss McGonagall was looking into the distance in a direction well away from Hermione and the rest of the class was all seated in front of her looking forward – she decided now was the time. She had a full bladder but could have held it till the end of class, so she could now achieve her plan to completely empty it during the class. She started with her knees together and her legs close to the ground – the first spurt of wee squeezed upwards flooding her pussy lips giving her the start of the tingling she so wanted. Over the next several minutes she exercised her excellent control letting little spurts of wee out into her knickers as she slowly opened and closed her legs – her long skirt keeping everything hidden. All the time she kept her book open across her upper legs, so she appeared to anyone looking to be concentrating hard on her studies. She shuddered a little – partially the stress of concentrating so that she appeared “normal” to anyone who looked, but mainly from the waves of pleasure that were coming from her hot wet pussy encased in those soaking wet pink knickers. When she opened her legs the squirts hit the gusset and ran down inside the fabric to the ground and she felt the liquid soak the seat of her knickers and start to “wick up” the sides. The feelings were wonderful –still not like flying, but getting closer all the time. Her pussy lips felt as if they had swollen and they became very sensitive to touch of the wet cotton – so much so she had to use all of her willpower not to put her hand down there and rub like crazy! Gradually the pleasure waves subsided and she was left with a warm glow radiating out from her pussy into her torso and the tops of her legs. Being a warm day the wetness of her knickers remained quite warm and pleasant as well. Hermione suddenly realised that she must have “zoned out” for several minutes when the pleasure waves hit her and quickly looked up to check that no one had seen her – but the class were all still sitting looking forward and Miss McGonagall seemed almost in a trance still looking into the distance away to the side. Hermione carefully squeezed her legs together to get as much wee out of her knickers as possible and slowly shuffled sideways to a dry patch of ground to help the drying process. She had only just returned almost to “normal” when Miss McGonagall stood up, looked all round the class and called out “class dismissed”. Hermione quickly gathered her things into her bag and carefully getting up by kneeling first she stood ready to head for the privacy of a toilet to check the state of her knickers and to perhaps dry herself a little. Just as she started to walk she heard “Miss Grainger – report directly to my office immediately” come from Miss McGonagall’s mouth. Hermione’s first thought was to run away, but then she realised how could Miss McGonagall know anything? perhaps there was something else she wanted to see her about. So puzzled and worried she walked a few step behind her teacher and into her office. As the door shut Miss McGonagall bolted it and then walked in front of her desk, rather than going round the back and sitting in her “formal” chair. She turned round and looked at Hermione - who was now very worried. This was made worse when the first words said to her were - undo your skirt and let if fall on the floor! Knowing that she must obey she slowly undid the belt and let the skirt fall to the ground as instructed – there she stood, pink knickers on display clearly showing the extent to which she had wet them – “turn around” came the next instruction which she did almost feeling the eyes of her teacher popping at the sight of her knickers with their damp bum and front tummy panel - and down to the still soaking gusset covering her pussy. As she turned back to face Miss McGonagall she started to tremble with the worry of what was to happen to her – would she be expelled – or ridiculed in front of her class – or house – or even the whole school? Her bladder had refilled a little since her deliberate wetting – and now decided to empty itself of what there was into her knickers. Miss McGonagall – smiled!, then quickly said – stop worrying Hermione, you are not in trouble, no one else knows – and besides your knickers cannot hold any more of your wee! Then she chuckled! – Hermione was totally puzzled - what was going on? “Come over here Hermione and sit down next to me” said Miss McGonagall “ as she sat down in one of two chairs almost next, but slightly turned towards each other. “Don’t , worry about your wet knickers – the seat has a special spell on it so it will not get damaged - and it will gently heat you to dry you off. And stop worrying – when you are at school we teachers have to stand in for your parents, especially when they do not have the gift of magic. I know I am not your mother, but please try and think of me as your favourite aunt for now – outside of this and similar talks we must revert -I am your teacher and you are a pupil – but for now I need to help you as a growing up sister Witch. Now - where should I start? – let’s go back to last weeks’ flying lesson. You remember when we landed I surprised you all by showing my wet bloomers – before getting each of you to show your wet knickers to everyone?” “Yes Miss” said Hermione “I guessed that it was something of a ‘rite of passage’ ceremony – you wanting us to understand that as Witches we were part of a special sisterhood – something even more special than Wizards”. “Very perceptive as usual Hermione” was the response – “now I looked at every girl (I will tell you how later), when I lifted my skirt. All of you were wet, you had all experienced the pleasures of flying and enjoyed the tingling and more that flowed through your body – but your reactions to me varied. Most looked shocked and looked way – but you didn’t – you just looked. Then later I was looking carefully and picked up that you deliberately let the remains of your bladder re-soak your knickers and you had a smile on your face when you did it.” “Each year when I take that class I do the same and most years there is one girl (occasionally two) who was a little different from the rest and had found she really enjoyed wetting her knickers for the pleasure it gave her. Your reactions alerted me that you could be one of the special ones – ones the sisterhood call ‘3W’s’ – Wonderful Wet Witches. That has been confirmed today and also with one incident earlier in the week.” “That takes us to how did I know what you were doing today. Firstly my initial suspicions were confirmed by your personal fun during herbology – Pomona alerted me of her suspicions. So – do teachers have eyes in the back of their heads? – well not quite – and it would be obvious if we did. But what you will learn at University is the special spell that lets you heighten any of your 5 senses – sight, hearing, taste, smell or touch, just for a while. It is a very dangerous spell – if not used carefully the sheer quantity of information flowing into your brain can cause it to explode – not a pretty sight!” There are two ways of using it safely – one is to just heighten a sense (say hearing) but with a time limit of perhaps 30 seconds only. The other is to trade off the senses – say reduce sight to almost nil then you can heighten hearing for a long time. It takes lots of practice and you must first learn the warning signs of brain overload. So last week I simply cut my taste, touch and smell for a few seconds so I was able to move my eyes so quickly and see everyone’s reactions. For Pomona it was simply by chance her suspicions were raised. She regularly uses a heightened sense of smell to check on the health of some of the plants and she was doing this just after you left her class – her heightened sense of smell picked up drops of Witches’ wee on the ground and she recalled that was where you had been standing – she told me (Yes - we are both members of 3W’s) to watch you as a possible future member. “That brings us to today” – Hermione suddenly sat up and said – “you shut down your sight – I saw you were looking into the distance – but which sense did you use to know what I was doing - was it smell?” “That’s right about my sight, but no it wasn’t smell. I made my skin super sensitive to variation in temperature and moisture – and I checked all of the class one by one. The warm wet ground under your skirt when you weed your knickers was fairly readily detectable – but when you moved over whilst the ground looked dry to everyone else, to my heightened senses it looked like a huge puddle!” “Anyway Hermione, I wanted to talk to you so you understood that you are not alone in finding pleasure in wetting your knickers, there is small and select group of witches that are the same as you and in time you will get to meet them – we do have occasional times together, just to relax and be open with each other. It is a little while to our next planned meeting, but I would like to take you along so you can talk with some of the ones just a bit older than you to help you understand better about yourself.” “But there is one thing I want you to learn immediately to make sure you do not get caught by anyone (including other teachers, especially the men). Now it is very hard to simply make wee disappear, you know the basics of the magic balance – for each action there is an equal and opposite action. However it is not difficult to put a spell to mask or hide wetness, it is still there, but it cannot be seen.” “We need to teach you the words and show you how they work – please stand up and turn around completely.” Hermione did as she was told only to see Miss McGonagall frowning when she faced her again. “It looks like my drying chair has been too quick, your knickers are completely dried which is no good for demonstrating the spell. Well Hermione, do you think you can wet them again now?” Hermione’s head was still spinning from all the new information she had just received and being asked by her teacher to simply wee in her knickers was the final shock. She stood there open mouthed – which brought a further smile and chuckle from Miss McGonagall. “Just relax” she said and Hermione tried, finally relaxing enough for a small wet spot to form in the front of her knickers which quickly grew once started. “Learn the words I will say and carefully remember them” said Miss McGonagall who then uttered a short phrase. As the spell was finished Hermione looked across at a mirror and watched as the wet patch faded and her knickers looked completely dry. She looked down and they still looked completely dry – but she could feel they were still wet on her pussy lips. She touched them with her hand and yes they were wet – but still looked dry. “Well Hermione, that is all for now, please be careful but enjoy being a special Witch. I would just repeat that I am willing to help you as your surrogate aunt as you grow and learn about yourself, but outside of those times it is school as normal ‘Miss Grainger’ – do you understand?” “Yes Miss McGonagall, I fully understand – but I do thank you for your help in understanding myself” said Hermione as she pulled her skirt up and fastened the belt before walking towards the door. “Don’t be late for flying lessons tomorrow – there is a lot more for you to find out” was the final statement from Miss McGonagall as she opened the door for Hermione to leave. As she walked along the corridor musing on all she had just learned Hermione again experimented, just once – she wanted to know if the masking spell worked on the fabric or on her wee – so she deliberately weed a bit more into her knickers so that it would fall onto the stone floor. No one was around so she lifted her skirt and whilst she could feel drops of wee falling from her knickers’ crotch she could see nothing in the air, but a small wet spot just appeared on the floor telling her that the masking did stop. She went back thoughtfully to the dormitory - her thoughts moving to the next day – what more would she find out?
  19. Hey everyone, it’s not often I write an experience story but here’s one of mine that happened some years back whilst I was school – I hope you enjoy :) Back when I was in secondary school we had only a few sets of toilets dotted around the buildings. On one particular day during late spring only one block was open due to vandalism in the others, so naturally by the time lunchtime rolled round there was a lengthy queue outside this one block to use one of 4 stalls to effectively serve 500 girls. I know you’re all thinking now “oo, she must have seen a lot of pee dancing!” and you’re right, I did – but this story isn’t about that. I got into the queue at the start of lunch, knowing it would be long. I was desperate but I could hold it comfortably, and I figured that if I emptied my bladder now I would easily make it home a few hours later. I got into the queue within a few minutes of lunch starting and already the queue was a good 30-odd girls long – good thing I went when I did! Standing in front of me though was a girl about my age, maybe a year or so younger. She had long brunette hair with a centre parting, straightened and falling across her shoulder and back. She wore her blazer and a white fitted shirt, her tie, and very tight black school trousers that sat low on her hips, showing off her round, perfect bum – and even better, showed off the outline of her brief knickers underneath. She was doing a frantic pee dance, bouncing on the spot with one hand stroking her tummy, and her legs tightly crossed. She was panting and breathing heavily, and with every bounce her boobs jumped under the fabric of her shirt. I watched her as she turned around slightly to look up and down the line, giving me a glance at her thin white bra through her shirt. With each bounce her nipples started to stand on end, I’d imagine with the fabric of her shirt and bra rubbing against them as she bopped frequently. At this angle I could see her shirt moving up and revealing her smooth tummy above her tight trousers, and showed off her small but noticeable bladder bulge pressing tightly into her waistband. I was practically staring at her, mouth open, watching her increasingly-desperate frantic pee dance, my knickers dampening with juices as my pussy started pulsing deep inside me, my clit and g-spot dancing in unison watching the most amazing pee dance from a stunningly beautiful girl. I found myself moaning gently under my breath and I knew my eyelids where getting heavier with ecstasy as I continued to watch. I don’t know what compelled me to do what I did next, but I knew that a chance like this only comes around once a lifetime and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers. As this thought entered my mind suddenly she looked up at me, her eyes fighting back tears, her cheeks tickled pink with embarrassment and worry, and she was biting her lip, strands of hair caressing her face gently as she bounced. I looked at her and asked if she was okay – naturally the dumbest question I’ve ever asked! She looked up at me and whispered under her breath so that only I could – “I think I’m going to wet myself”, she sobbed ever so slightly as she said this. An idea jumped into my head – I looked around at our surroundings. I looked over at the classroom portacabins nearby, with a wooded area behind it. I knew that to save her the embarrassment of an accident I had to take her somewhere else. I turned back to her and asked “if I could take you somewhere else to pee would you be okay with that?” She looked back at me, her eyes answering for her before the words “oh god please yes!” blurted out. I nodded with a smile, took her hand, and we walked out the queue and towards the portacabins. She gripped my hand tightly as we walked, and whilst I’m a naturally fast walker she couldn’t keep up, not with a bladder as full as hers. As we walked away and almost out of sight I took a glance across her. Her face was tense and in concentration, her eyes almost scrunched up with tears formed in the corners, her cheeks still pink from embarrassment and worry. Her body seemed stiff, her back slightly arched forward to help her muscles hold back the volume of urine being stored in her swollen, over-stretched bladder. I looked behind her and saw her perfect bum wiggling with each step, her legs tightly squeezed together and rubbing the material of her trousers against her thighs, and her feet almost turned inwards and taking baby steps. As we got out of view between the portacabins we headed to the wooded area behind them – I knew we wouldn’t be seen here unless someone was to come and find us. She looked up at me as she had before, still biting her lip, and asked if anyone could see us. I glanced over my shoulder, checking out her bum again, before turning back to her and saying that I couldn’t see anyone. Immediately as I said this she jammed her hands into her crotch and begun to rub gently, moaning to hold back the imminent flood. She gasped as she grabbed, saying “oh my god I’m busting!” As a tear rolled down her cheek, I took her arm and led her into the trees and bushes, hidden behind one of the cabins. As we got there we stood face to face and I admired her amazing body from head to toe properly for the first time. She had an amazing pair of nice and round boobs, wrapped in a bra that looked too small for her and kept tight under her shirt. Her nipples were now so stiff that could have poked my eyes out – and considering my eyes already were on stalks by this point I should have been blind! Thankfully I wasn’t, because the best was yet to come. I moved my wandering eyes further down and spied her swollen tummy under her shirt as she bounced. It was lovely and round, her skin smoothed across her full bladder and being squeezed by her trousers. Her hands were tight in her crotch, pulling at the fabric of her trousers and causing the top of her knickers to poke out the top of them. At this point all I knew of her knickers were they were white with a frilly trim and a lil sparkly bow adorned at the top. Seeing this sent my pussy, clit, and g-spot into overdrive, making me spurt some juice into my already dampened knickers and sending a pulse through my bladder, my need to pee increasing and adding further pressure onto my g-spot deep inside. She moaned gently as I stepped around her to look out and see if anyone was nearby. As I stepped back to face her she sobbed “I can’t hold it but if I move my hands I’ll pee myself…” I took one look at her and knew that I had to help, much to my sexual thoughts wanting her to explode and flood her trousers with her hot, golden nectar, wanting to smell the sweet aroma of fresh urine permeating the air around us, but I forced that thought back and squatted legs spread wide in front of her to help her with getting her trousers down. Bearing in mind I was wearing my skirt on this day so I’m certain she caught a glimpse of my juice-dampened green knickers! “Would you like me to help you with your trousers hun?” I enquired. With a frantic nod she agreed, and I unfastened her trousers – taking my time to do so, might I add :p As her trouser button popped open and her short zip brought down her bladder pressed itself forward and bulged more than before. My eyes almost popped out as well in response – I wasn’t sure whether she heard me but I audibly gasped at how much she was holding! She wasn’t a very tall girl and was petite, so a bulge that large meant I was in heaven! I knew that no matter what I was going to get a show I would never forget! I peeled the front of her trousers away to show off her bulge and show off her pristine, white knickers. I tugged at the sides of her trousers as to pull them down, and I don’t think she was ready for me tugging so hard as she gasped and whimpered, her body stiffening up, her legs tightening around her hands as her tummy tensed up. She looked down at me and whimpered “I just leaked… it’s about to come out!!” I had to get her trousers down at all costs now – her knickers were, in her eyes, already done for, but at least if I got her trousers down she could get away with no-one but me knowing. She bounced more on the spot, whispering under her breath “gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee…!” over and over, only stopping to breathe sharply and moan in agonising desperation. I looked up at her desperate struggle to hold on, and told her I had to pee badly as well, taking one of my hands up my skirt to rub… only that I wasn’t all that desperate and I had no choice but to rub my throbbing clit – it had been pounding against the damp cotton of my knickers for some time now and I had to relieve it somehow! I also knew that if she wet herself or even if she just peed in front of me I would orgasm without question, and I knew that rubbing myself this way would be the perfect cover-up. I looked up at her and told her she had to move her hands so I could yank her trousers down as quickly as I could. She was now bent over, knees bending inwards as her thighs crushed her hands onto her twitching peehole, her moans of desperation almost sounding orgasmic to me, sending my horniness up to 11! I was moaning under my breath as I suggested she let go with her hands long enough for me to get her trousers down, and her eyes went even wider than they already were at the thought of this. “If I let go I’m going to bust!” I urged her that it’ll only be for a few seconds and then she can pee. I grabbed the side of her trousers with one hand, my other hand now frantically rubbing at my throbbing clit, and told her “on 3, I’m pulling them down… are you ready?” She nodded rapidly, and I wrapped my fingers around the fabric at her waist. 1… 2… 3!!! Her hands moved to her sides, her body bent forwards and shaking, her moans louder as her tummy tensed and squeezed tightly across her bloated bladder, her legs opening slightly to allow me to get her trousers down… WHOOSH!! Down came the trousers, and she gasped as a loud, hissing spurt escaped between her legs, her bum stuck out behind her, her arms and hands shaking, her lip biting more intense than before, and her moans and gasps louder and more orgasmic than before. Then suddenly her eyes went wide and she shot a look down, our eyes meeting briefly before both sets looked down at her briefs… that I had intentionally NOT pulled down and left tightly clinging to her pee-soaked crotch, the white fabric translucent and yellow with the pee that had already escaped. I was about to orgasm, I gasped as she did, and watched another, loud, hissing spurt escape her overfull bladder and fill her knickers, a small stream of pee rapidly descending between her quivering thighs. She suddenly gasped and looked at me – we both knew it. The inevitable was about to occur. She was going to have an explosion of pee cascading out of her knickers, and I was going to have an explosion of cum filled and soak my own! She whimpered loudly and started to sob as her tummy squeezed once more, her bulge tensing tightly and her legs stiffening, before a loud hiss started to sound out from between her legs… I watched as her knickers bulge between her legs as her volume of pee began to empty from her aching bladder; the white, cotton fabric darkened with a yellow hue before a monstrous torrential waterfall cascaded down between her legs, covering her thighs with her hot, golden nectar, the wondrous scent of strong urine filling my nose. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm anymore! She moaned loudly as her pee escaped, almost more relieved to be rid of the agony that seconds before had filled her… and suddenly I rubbed faster and faster, her orgasmic-sounding moans were joined by my own as my orgasm hit, my knickers filling with my cum, followed swiftly by my pee spurting out of the fabric and covering my flickering fingers, soaking them in the warm moistness of both fluids. I knew that by her having an accident I knew that I had to have one as well so that we were even and she wouldn’t feel so bad… but right now I felt INCREDIBLE! Every had opened up, a wave surging through my body as my orgasm enveloped me, my eyes widely watching this beautiful girl empty her bladder, her pee going for what seemed an eternity! Both of us moaned throughout, a massive puddle forming in the dirt under our feet, our streams continuing to pour out from between our legs in unison – almost in contest of who was holding more! I finished peeing before she did, but I kept rubbing to lengthen my orgasm as best I could. Her stream continued to pour out between her legs, splashing across her thighs and I imagine spreading up and across her bum as she was still bent over. On the plus side my plan to keep her trousers dry had worked – in that position her stream fell loudly to the floor, splashing against the dirt. She finished peeing shortly after I had; her tummy now deflated and flat. She slowly looked down at her knickers, standing up slightly to inspect the damage. She was still breathing heavily as she did this, her cheeks bright red now and her eyes were glossy with tears. My cheeks and eyes matched hers, although for much different reasons ;) She pirouetted, looking around at her bum. My eyes almost popped out on stalks – her knickers had wedgied up her tight bum, a large see-through wet patch spread across the stretched material. I almost came again just seeing that! She looked down at me, almost sobbing. I stood up, my legs shaking as I struggled to do so, keeping my balance so soon after my orgasm, and gave her a hug, saying “it’s okay – accidents happen, and I just wet myself as well hunny.” She looked at me again with her big, green eyes, before forcing a shy smile towards me. I warmly smiled back, my lips rose red with the blood rushing through after my orgasm. I asked her if she had a spare pair of knickers to wear, to which she shook her head sadly. I bent over, my wet knickers poking from under my bum in clear view of her, and went into my bag and pulled out a pair of my own white knickers and a small flannel –my spare pair should I have my own accident. I turn round, still bent over, and my eyes were greeted with her soaked knickers, see-through and cameltoed, showing off her shaved slit underneath. I took a deep breath through my nose, smelling the aroma before I stood back up to her and offered my knickers for her to wear. “You need them more than I do hun.” “Thank you” she softly replied, as she turned around and bent over to take off her trousers, my eyes going wide again as I saw her wet bum in front of me, and the cotton of her knickers stretched across her wet cameltoe from between her legs. She stood up again and pulled down her knickers, again showing her slit between her legs as a couple of stray pee drops came loose off her slit. She took the flannel and wiped herself dry, before sliding my knickers onto her now dry bum. Being so petite my size 12 knickers almost hung off her bum, but they were better than going commando in trousers as tight as hers. She pulled her trousers back up and fastened them, and turned back to me and gave me back my flannel, her wet knickers lying in the dirt next to me. I picked them up and asked what we should do with them. “I would throw them away really; I don’t want to keep dirty knickers.” I said I would take them home and wash them for her, but she shook her head, her hair floating around her as she did. She smiled at me again “thank you for your knickers, but what about yours?” she inquired. I said that I could manage with them for a few hours, wiping at my wet crotch with the flannel as I replied. She said thank you again and gave me a hug before she turned, picked up her bag, and left. As soon as she was out of sight I squatted and smelt the puddle beneath me… and I found myself rubbing frantically at my throbbing clit again, smelling her knickers right under my nose as I rubbed faster and faster, my orgasm hitting me again almost instantaneously as I screamed silently to myself, almost falling onto the floor as I came again. My body was being hit with wave after wave, this orgasm almost as powerful as the first. I took a couple of minutes to gather my senses again, before I hid her knickers in the bottom of my bag and stood up. I began to walk away, and before I left I turned once more and gazed at the area, smiling as I vividly saw the entire scene play back in my head before I turned and left. I never saw that girl again, and I didn’t bother to check the queue as I went back to the main building. After what I had just witnessed, nothing that day was going to top that! As for her knickers, I was able to hide them for a while in my room but since they were too small for me I couldn’t get them washed without anyone suspecting something. I had to throw them away in the end, but before I did I took one last smell of the faint aroma still in the fabric and orgasmed to the scene that night. FIN I hoped you all enjoyed that everyone – that was my own big experience I’ve ever had, and as far as experiences go I don’t think I’ll ever be able to top it! x
  20. Just done a search on Youtube for "wetting knickers" which returned on the first page: 5 videos of males wetting underwear (i.e. full on amateur fetish porn), 1 video of a person of unknown sex, and the rest being teasers or irrelevant. Is it just me, or does Google seem to have a bias against straight male oriented porn? It seems that whenever I'm lucky enough to come across a decent female wetting on Youtube, it's always taken down within a couple of weeks. Some of the videos in question have been up for a year or more.
  21. Aaron

    Knickers or Panties?

    Knickers and panties are basically synonymous, with knickers being much more of a British word and panties being used much more in the states. Personally I find the word 'knickers' being just a bit more erotic when used in a sexual/omorashi context, such as when a girl says something like "I'm gunnu wet my knickers in a minute" as she squirms around and holds herself. As a Brit I am more use to hearing the word "knickers". In school I would hear other kids say things like "Did you hear about Kirsty? She wet her knickers in Ms Stephens' class." Presumably this is where my preference comes from. How about you guys?
  22. amandalu862

    female The Wet Hostage

    Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions wetting/urination, desperation. It was suppose to be a normal school trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as conflict. Our flight was slight delayed but soon enough we were all headed home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep. That is, until there was a commotion, which grew in volume. An eerie, accent voice came on the intercom announcing that they plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices and I regretably handed over my iphone which contained pictures of the sights we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend. Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice told all of us to close the shutters. The plane did a hard landing but thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the errie accented voice. "You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except one person. We will take one hostage for a collateral. " Immediately everyone started to mummur, wondering who it will be . "Silence!" The voice continued. "Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead." I did so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised so sort of young and good looking person. But a boy or a gir... "You," I heard the same voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. "You, stand up!" "Noo...." I cried not believing I was chosen. "Mister, look she's only a kid, pick someone...OW!!!" I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger interjected only to receive a large blow on her head. "SHUT UP!! Girl, get up NOW!" With my feet trembling I did so and was yanked immediately my a second masked man. "NO! Don't take...OW! OW!!" My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the speakers again: "All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics. We will watching you." As I heard the movement of the passengers, I was turned around to face the masked men again. "What's your name girl?" The senior one asked. "Catherine.." I mumbled more because of my fear of their looks and their weapons. "Well Catherine," he continued, now with a softer tone, "don't be scared. We won't hurt you, unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short while you will be released. OK?" I slowly nodded but didn't expect the next part. "Tape her up, and watch things from here," he ordered his companion. WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them. "Ha...mmmmppph!" something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and then I felt another sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts. With tape literally all over me, he lifted me up and carried me to front cabin. He buckled me in and said, "now stay here." I certainly couldn't move anyway; the tape was really tight! A few minutes later, I felt the plane moved--we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didnt say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn't keep their promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me? As I thought about my fate, I then felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank alot of water, juice and soft drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds. Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run straight for the toilet. The land was even rougher than before. As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable. "MMMMpppp..." I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared and asked, "WHAT?" "Mmmm....." I cried again and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth. "Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?" "No, no way girlie. You want a quick escape," he replied and attempted to replace the cloth. "Please, mis....mmmppph!!!!" He jammed the cloth back and taped it up. "Mmmmmppph..." I wailed but he disappeared. Shit they wont even release me for a pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn't going to help but still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt that my bladder was really going to burst. "MMMMMMPHHHH!!!" I cried and the man reappeared. "I said no." He snapped but I continued to wail and give him a pleading look. Finally, he reached down and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed. "Mmmp?" I said, pointing at my gag. "You don't need your mouth to pee. Two minutes max." I scooted off but just as I got past the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I'm so embarrassed. Then again, it was that hijacker's fault for not releasing me the first time. I cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just terrible against my crotch. "Good, you are back," he said seeing me. "Accident?" I was still too embarrassed and in any case was gagged so I couln't reply. Suddenly,"BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!" The air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes. My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of "She here! Hostage safe!" The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns. One knelt down and gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth. "Are you ok Miss? Everything fine no..oh dear, looked like you had an accident," the HRT man said, causing me to turn bright red all over. THE END.