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I saw a similar thread, but it seems dead lol. So let's do this again. Where are you from? I'm a 20 year old guy from Puerto Rico, USA. I have never met anyone in PR that knows the term Omorashi or anyone that has a pee fetish 😞

I'm a very avid reader, and I love it when I come across an omorashi scene in a book. There are a few forum posts about this, so I'm guessing some of you do too. The information on the forums is great, but it could be better organized. That's why I am proud to present, in the vein of the Full Compiled Anime/Manga List Project (this one https://omorashi.org/topic/23841-full-compiled-animemanga-omorashi-scene-database-project/ )... THE PEE BOOK LIST! So here's the link: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1OEsBsyySn_63MRT0hbofWyJNOt9foxvxmbyFtKQT0s8/edit#gid=973794901 And here's how it works. Title, Author and Genre: Pretty self-explanatory. Character: This indicates the age and sex of the character(s) in the omo scene, Man, Woman, Boy, and Girl. For teenage characters, Boy and Girl are used. Tags: These are some indicators of what the scene features, such as desperation, outdoor peeing and fear wetting. Rating: This category is only used for the comic list. It's basically the same one as the Pee Movie List, with ratings of Explicit, Stream, Wetness, Tame and implied. (No Audio rating; not sure how that would work in a comic.) Link: A link to the book for your reading pleasure. Nine times out of ten it's a Google Book preview which will take you right to the scene in question. I currently have all the books listed in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/29379-the-return-of-book-omorashi-scenes/ , plus some of my own, and I'll add the ones from the older longer thread in the near future. If you find a new scene you can post it here (the list isn't open to editing) or at the link above and I'll add it to the list. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Hey does anyone have any of the old “teaser” videos. I know she has long retired by now but I remember seeing a few of them a few years ago. White jeans wetting, one where she was at the front door of a house and lost control. Always a great flood and nice tight jeans regardless of her age

Wanting somewhere naughty to pee that doesn't require masses of clean-up (living with other people sucks!). I decided I would try and build my own potty that I could use in my room instead of using the bathroom. So, the potty itself is a box which contains a glass jar in the centre (to collect all the glorious yellow liquid) and round the edge all the things you would need. It has loo paper, hand gel, perfume to cover the smell, flannel for peeing through etc. I had been caught out one too many times in my room with nothing to wipe myself up with :P I've used it a few times but only been brave enough to test it when others are not in the house (which I guess defeats the purpose of the potty), but I wanted to check the capacity. So the other day when I had the house to myself I got myself really desperate drinking a couple of tall glasses of water. I then proceeded to go about my day constantly sipping water to keep myself topped up. It only took half an hour before I started to feel the urge to go. I don't know about you guys but there's something about feeling really desperate to pee that makes me feel really horny and kind of daring. So, I ran up to my room feeling all the more desperate knowing what I was about to do. I pulled the 'potty' from its hiding place and put it in the middle of the floor. This was my last chance to back out and I did consider it but I really wanted to try it. So, I pulled down my jeans and panties and took a seat. Because of the height of the box I placed my butt over it and folded my legs out at the side (I'm thinking of trying on a chair next time :P). That's when the fun started, I let go. Thanks to all the things round the box the sound of the stream was surprisingly muffled (good for incognito peeing!). As the jar kept filling I was beginning to get nervous that I had underestimated my capacity yet again! But that was not to be my main concern when I heard car doors slam outside. Panicking, I stopped the stream and wiped up yanking my jeans back up my legs. I went to look out the front windows to see if my housemates had come back but alas, it was next door. Calming down I realised I still needed to pee and I wanted to finish what I had started. Unfortunately, after what I thought initially was a close call, I couldn't get myself to let go any more into the 'potty'. I knew logically I wasn't finished but I suddenly couldn't relax anymore. Taking the jar out the box I marvelled at the 600ml of warm pee in my hands. The top of the jar started to develop condensation from the warmth of the pee meeting the cold glass itself. It always surprises me how warm it is. After spending time admiring what I had created and err....finishing off.... I poured my glorious piss into to the toilet practising pouring it so it sounded like I was peeing into the loo and not pouring a jar of pee down the loo. Cleaned out the jar and hid it away ready for my next urgent need. I think this afternoon might be a good time....

I found this comic hidden on a Youtube video. I used a reverse Google image search to see if it has been shared before; looks like it hasn't, so enjoy. First comic if you haven't seen it already:

I have a thing for duct taping myself up, and when I was playing with my duct tape a week or so ago, I had to pee VERY badly, so I decided to record the result of holding for a couple hours whilst taped up. LINK: http://motherless.com/0E88497

I have decided that I am going to slowly retrain my bladder that it's ok to wet at night, I made sure to drink water before bed and have a glass next to me when I sleep, when wake up I drink the water, pee and go back to sleep

Yeah as the title says, I'm looking for videos of girls having to use potties to pee in, training ones any kind. I've already seen those somewhat terrible ones from messydiaperpunishment, that website that lives up to its title to an exact letter. And that weird japanese gameshow where they used potties at the end. Otherwise I've only found a few low quality subpar stuff that turned out to be more gross than anything... Anyone able to help?

So I was wondering are there any pc games with actual desperation system in it? Or something to that effect? Btw I know about the omo rpgs I'm just asking about real 3d like games

Today at work was busy, not just normal busy, crazy busy! I had been running around all morning from department to department to try and keep things moving. I knew I needed a wee but there was literally no opportunity for me to go, the entire situation got much worse when someone called in sick. As a manager it is my job to fill in if this happens, so I dutifully took my place on the till while another manager headed off to try and arrange some cover. The second I stood still at the till I realised how desperately I needed the loo, it was bearable when moving around but standing still it quickly became apparent that my bladder was way fuller than I had had time to realise! I was distracted and uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do, cover would be arranged shortly so I had to try and ride it out as best as I could. Most of all I had to try and hide my desperation from the customers, which was a little difficult since I was fairly fidgety. An hour later my fidgeting had escalated to an inability to stay still, I needed to go so badly that it was all I could think about. The discomfort had given way to painful cramps and my bladder was now so distended that it was impossible to ignore. My legs were crossed and my foot constantly shook and tapped on the floor as I fought the urge to let go with all my might, I made mistakes, typed in wrong items and had to really concentrate on counting out the correct change. I radioed my colleague “Any news on some till cover?” his reply wasn’t what I wanted to hear “I haven’t even had chance to look at it yet I’m on a department myself!” I groaned inwardly as a customer approached and I forced a smile. 15 minutes later I could barely manage to hold on, “Hey, have you managed to find any cover yet? Or could someone just cover me for 5 minutes for a code 1” code 1 was our way of saying toilet break without the entire shop hearing… I waited for a response while I served another customer, legs firmly crossed, thighs squeezed together, searing pain ripping through my oh so swollen bladder and no idea of when I was likely to lose control. I slipped off my suit jacket, I was boiling hot and could feel that my cheeks were flushed red. “Are you okay? You don’t look very well?” the customer observed, “I’m fine thanks, just a little warm” I replied with an attempted smile as I bent forward slightly to try and ease the pain of a particularly powerful cramp. “It’s okay, I get them too” she whispered, leaning forwards. “I’m sorry?” I enquired, groaning a little as the words stuck in my throat, I was struggling to breathe without causing extra pressure. “Period pains…” she whispered “… I can tell by the way you’re bending forwards and look so uncomfortable, you should try something warm, it really helps” she continued sympathetically. “Oh, erm, no, I… I mean, I mean yes, yes thanks, I will, erm, I will definitely try that, thanks!” I stuttered, not wanting to share the real reason for my discomfort, not really wanting to even talk, barely able to string a sentence together through desperation but at the same time trying desperately not to be rude. Finally she moved on, I gripped the counter with both hands before leaning forward and placing one hand on my rock hard bladder, I breathed in and out slowly in an attempt to keep myself calm and prevent myself from panicking. I really was about to wet myself, “Any chance of cover for an urgent code 1!” I repeated over the radio, “I’ll get to you as soon as I can” came the response, I winced and crossed my legs as tight as I could manage. I could feel my knickers becoming damp and knew I was in danger of losing control completely any time soon, I was on the absolute edge of my limits. The mornings water consumption of well over 2 litres to curb the hunger pains of not having time for lunch had caught up with me... My usually fairly loose skirt felt tight, the added pressure of the fabric wasn’t helping but there was nothing I could do other than undress completely, which wasn’t an option! Another hour passed, customer after customer just kept coming, I stood barely able to move with my legs firmly crossed, I couldn’t leave the tills full of cash anyway even if there were no customers but at least I could use the privacy to hold myself a little or at least move around and pee dance! “Ohhh God!” I leant forward, one hand on my bladder the other steadying myself on the counter as an enormous, agonisingly painful wave of desperation surged across my bladder, forcing a small squirt of pee to escape. I lifted my knee up to tighten the grip of my thighs, it hurt so bad, I had a customer so despite my agony and the fact that I could barely stand I managed to muddle through. She was incredibly talkative, I managed to get my responses out through gritted teeth and remain polite but I was glad to see her go. The next customer was a little more demanding, lots of questions which needed long winded answers, midway through serving her I really thought I was going to wet myself. I stood frozen to the spot, nodding and smiling all the time knowing I was on the absolute verge of soaking myself and the floor, I could barely breathe, I had resigned myself to the fact that I was unlikely to get any cover and that I was quite possibly going to wet myself, I had to just figure out how to make it happen quietly and without anyone noticing. However If I could just make someone understand my plight there was the tiniest chance that I might just about be able to make it. After 45 minutes longer I knew there was no way I would ever make it to the toilet now, however I decided to try one last radio call just in case I managed to find enough control to make a break for it “Is there ANYONE free for an URGENT code ONE on the tills PLEASE!!” I said, as loudly as I could manage. “I’m sorry, no can do, you need to hold on” came the response after what felt like an eternity, I smiled at the customer who was still deliberating her purchase, she had been away and come back but was as demanding as ever. I was going to wet myself, I had to think quickly “I’ve been holding on for hours, I can’t hold on ANY longer, it really is URGENT!!” I replied, trying to labour my point without sounding woefully desperate, which was difficult since I really was frantic! I smiled again at the customer, oh God why wouldn’t she go away?! I was desperate to hold myself, or lean forward or do absolutely anything that would ease my suffering, I didn’t even care if I wet myself as long as the pain ceased and I was able to concentrate. It hurt SO much that ANYTHING would be better than suffering the pain, I contemplated just running off to the loo however that was no longer an option, the moment I moved I would not be able to hold on, the paper thin seal I was maintaining purely by tensing my aching lips and squeezing my thighs til they burned would not remain if I opened my legs even slightly, so it had to happen here and it had to happen now… Quickly, before I burst completely! “Oh, I’ve just dropped my bank card down the back of the till here!” the woman exclaimed pointing down a small slot behind the till that I hadn’t even realised existed. “Can you get it, it should be on the floor under the till?” she added, uh-oh, this meant bending down… I knew this was it, I couldn’t hold it any longer and bending down would definitely be more pressure than I could endure. I leaned back and looked down, oh God I swear my bladder was about to explode, sure enough there was her card right at the back underneath the till on the floor. “Oh it’s right at the back…” I gasped, the pain was insufferable, “I will have to get right underneath to get it!” I replied, I had to go, I simply could not hold it ANY longer it was beginning to escape and I was starting to wet myself. “Bear with me!” I said, there was a queue of about 8 or 9 people, and a long counter with 3 more tills between me and them… It was a fully enclosed counter so I knew that when I bent down nobody would be able to see me. I quickly moved the metal waste paper bin under the till and tipped out the paper, in one swift movement I lifted my skirt and bent into a squat position, the moment I bent my knees my bladder exploded and pee squirted out all over the carpeted floor, all down my leg and onto my foot, I was soaked however I managed to quickly position myself above the bin and let rip without even attempting to hold back! It could clearly be heard hitting the metal bin but I didn’t even care, it was ecstasy! Pure, unadulterated ecstasy! “Have you go it?” the woman enquired. “I can’t quite reach it, hold on I won’t be a moment” I replied, I tried my hardest to stop the flow, but it was futile, I had needed it too badly and there was no way I would be able to stop even if my life depended on it, if fact even if I was on fire I would not have been able to stop, although I’m fairly sure that the speed and strength of my flow would extinguish even the fiercest fire. I resigned myself to this fact and pushed as hard as I could to be able to finish quickly, eventually I was done, oh God it felt so good, in fact I had never felt so utterly relieved after a wee! “Ahh, I think I’ve got it!” I exclaimed as I crawled out from under the till… “It was caught up under some wires” I pretended to dust it off and handed it to her, she seemed none the wiser about my little indiscretion so I felt less embarrassed. However a queue of over 15 people was now building! I enjoyed being able to stand upright without pain, I had forgotten how comfortable an empty bladder could be! “Someone’s on their way for that code 1 now!” the radio chirped, I smiled to myself, I didn’t reply, instead I waited until the person arrived to cover me, helped them clear the queue then pretended I was still desperate as I walked across the Salesfloor with my bin full of wee. I disappeared into the toilets having grabbed a measuring container off the shelf on the way past… When safely inside the cubicle I sat down and finished off my wee, I’m not sure whether I hadn’t finished or had just accumulated more! Then set about measuring, 2700ml, not bad… Particularly since I’d managed to hold it at my absolute limit for more than 3 hours and since my foot, leg and the carpet beneath the till took a soaking too! No wonder I was bursting!

This is a piece I wrote for someone, just thought of sharing it here for the ladies who might be interested. Apologies if it is not good enough. Happy New Year 2018 to all! Enjoy! ---- Athena, The Lady of Thesox loved watching men desperate to pee. All her life, she had dreamt of controlling a man’s piss. Having absolute authority over a man’s bladder. After her husband, the lord passed away, leaving behind five children in her safety, Athena had found herself busy with the duties of being a mother and the lady of a vast kingdom. But now that her children were busy with themselves, it left Athena with the time to explore her fantasies. Lady Athena declared an open challenge, “I hereby declare that I will award a large castle and a beautiful wife to any man who would dare to accept my challenge of holding his piss until I give him the discretion to release his waters...” The word spread like wildfire through the country, but no man dared to accept the challenge. Several days passed but to Lady Athena’s great dismay, no one stepped up to confront her. But then, a fortnight later, a man named Malcolm visited her castle. “I accept your challenge!” he said. “Oh, but remember, once you participate, you can only quit if I give you the permission, and not before” Lady Athena smirked. “I accept your challenge my lady” Malcolm said, “I have a large bladder.” “Very well then, the challenge will start tomorrow, get a good night’s sleep” she said, “I shall see you in the morning.” Malcolm was shown to his chambers by the servants. The next morning, when Malcolm visited the grand hall of the castle, he found Lady Athena already waiting for him there, with a large tub of lukewarm water that had vapours of steam rising from it. “From today on, each day, you’ll drink a hundred and ninety litres of water in the morning. An elephant drinks this much in the entire day, so I guess it will be good for you as starters” Athena smiled haughtily, almost expecting Malcolm to be shocked at the amount she had mentioned but the man stood defiant. Gulping the lump in his throat, he began drinking from the tub with the help of a jug. And after two hours of continuous drinking, the man was finished with the tub. “Looks like you have finished it all! Good, that’ll ready you for a big pee” Lady Athena smiled. It was true, Malcolm’s stomach felt bloated with all the water and he knew, such a large quantity would make him piss like an elephant. But he wasn’t worried. With his bladder capacity, needing to pee was never an issue. Lady Athena and Malcolm spent the morning in the church and during the lunch hours, she had her servants serve Malcolm with sixty litres of hot barley tea. That was too much liquid going inside his bladder and Malcolm was beginning to get worried if he’d be able to hold it till Lady Athena wanted him to. But with hesitation, he drank down all the tea given to him and hoped it wouldn’t make him want to pee badly. But while Lady Athena was enjoying the desperation Malcolm was facing, another problem was brewing inside the stable of her castle. Oros was a majestic and powerful centaur that Lady Athena had as her pet and her protector. The being though thoughtful and intelligent, was kept in the stable along with the horses. He was gifted to the Lady by a fabled conjuror and would only listen to commands from Athena. Each morning and evening, the lady would take the centaur out of the castle for a piss as the other servants were scared to go even near the fiend. But since the last two days, the lady had completely forgotten about her pet. “Where is my lady? She hasn’t visited me in two days...” the centaur asked a servant nearby who happened to be feeding the horses. “Well she’s busy with a guest” he answered before walking away with a stack of hay in his hands. Oros held the chain around his neck and sighed in dismay before settling down to the ground. Each day, the being was given four hundred and fifty litres of water to drink, which meant, he already had over nine hundred litres in his bladder. But his vessel was huge and Oros knew he could hold longer if needs be, but not much longer. Inside the stone walls of the castle, Malcolm was beginning to feel the first signs of his filling bladder but he was confident he could wait. Athena could see the first signs of a bladder bulge beginning to form in Malcolm’s midriff. She invited him for a walk in the gardens, hoping some movement would help him digest all that liquid quicker. She noticed the man walked a bit weirdly, but then what could she expect from a person containing over two hundred and fifty litres of liquid in his stomach. In the evening, Malcolm was served, fifteen litres of milk along with thirty five more litres of water. The man was trembling at the liquid intake. “My lady, I just wanted to know how long will this challenge last?” Malcolm asked, placing a hand on his rapidly filling bladder. “Until I am sure that you have the biggest bladder, this challenge will go on” Lady Athena smirked. She could see his bladder distinctly bulging over his breeches and she knew he had some serious pressure building up, much to her amusement. Little did Lady Athena know that her day was going to get much busier though. A huge blow of trumpets from the courtyard announced the arrival of Prince Noah to the castle. The Prince had travelled all the way to Lady Athena’s castle far up north to take an account of the law and order in her state. “Very welcome my prince, it is a great honour to have you as our guest” the lady greeted. “I am pleased my lady, could you please show me to my chambers, it has been a long and cold journey and I would like to have some rest” the Prince said. Lady Athena personally showed the Prince to his chambers and once alone the Prince made his way straight to the privy. Though in his mid thirties, the prince was a strong and muscular man who drank plenty of water each day. Since the morning, the prince charming had drunk over two hundred litres of pure water, and a large amount of honey water and lemonade. But unfortunately for the Prince, when he tried to open the large wooden door of his privy, it refused to budge. It was jammed. The Prince thought of telling Lady Athena of the problem but then decided against it, as it was thought to be a matter of great disgrace for a monarch to tell someone about their need to relieve themselves. The Prince went downstairs to have his supper, but much to his annoyance and frustration, the servants poured him mug after mug of hard cold beer. Lady Athena wondered what a big pee the prince would take after all that beer, and decided to feed the same amount to Malcolm who was sitting right next to her at the table. By the time the dinner was done, both Prince Noah and Malcolm had drunk over twenty large mugs of beer, and Lady Athena was pleased to think of how much Malcolm’s bladder would fill over the course of the night. Noah however was absolute about not disclosing his problem to Lady Athena. So the Prince quietly went to bed, hoping to find a solution to his problem the next day.

Well, last night, being Friday, my husband and I went out with friends and had a good number of drinks. Once we got home, we worked our way through a couple more drinks, and I got myself good and plastered. My hubby took good care of me (and was significantly less drunk), he made sure I was changed into a diaper before bed, being well aware of my tendency to wet the bed when I've had a few too many. A couple of weeks ago I got a big cushy pack of Rearz Lil' Monsters Diaper and the pack was sitting around. Now normally when I'm drinking and a bedwetting risk, my hubby will just help me pull on a Goodnite, but not last night. I asked him this morning and he said that I wasn't cooperating with the pullup and also that I had a bunch of water before bed and didn't use the toilet, which made him worry that I might wet more than once. My heart swelled when he told me this, because, well, it just seemed like he had adopted a daddy role, and the thought he put into keeping me dry made me feel like a special little girl. He also put down our Peepod pad, just in case. https://rearz.ca/lil-monsters-diapers/ Well, this morning I woke up absolutely soaked. My sleep had been filled with diaper and wetting dreams - a series of very hot fantasies, with lots of wettings and embarrassing incidents. The big bulky Lil' Monster diaper I was wearing was completely soaked, and there as a considerable wet spot on the pad. I was wearing nothing but the diaper, and my legs and hips were wet with pee. I was very groggy in the morning, but remember telling my hubby "I made my monsters into sea monsters... no, into pee-monsters." I undid the diaper and immediately went into the shower. Here is the diaper and wet pad. Hope you all have a great weekend! Rach p.s. The diapers look adorable but they fit very big and also the tapes were not very sticky by morning (though I did like soak it at least twice), and it leaked in between my legs. These are not the best diapers for keeping the bed dry, but great for padding about the house as a little.

you're probably familiar with those two clips, I'd be intrested in seeing the full contest , maybe streaming or in low resolution if is a very long clip, I'm intrested because I wonder which one of the girl peed first, if onther contestant did too and to see probably some nice desperation bb2seno_2006-02-13_jessicapissingduringcomp-john_dk.mp4 can't hold2.mp4

The title says it all. It's a girl who is sitting on the ground in her jean shorts and black tank top. She's eating her strawberries, talking a bit and wetting herself. Enjoy! Girl wetting her jean shorts while eating strawberries.mp4

I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me… On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning. I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something. I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped. The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there. I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed. I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing! I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little. In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk! I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting. “You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!” Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!” “Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it. “It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways. “Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed. I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble. “You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second. “Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said. I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing. I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief! My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x

I had been driving for hours, through the night for an early meeting far from home. The majority of the drive was on country roads barely wide enough for one car, and in pitch darkness due to their rural nature. Hardly surprising then that when I reached my final destination just a little before 6am I was absolutely bursting for a wee. I had been too scared to pull the car over and squat in bushes, partly just because it was so dark and scary and secondly because I had no way of knowing when a car would come and either not notice me and run me over or cast it’s lights on my bare behind! Finally I pulled into a village, of course, being so early in the morning everything was still closed. I drove around in vain searching for a toilet in which to relieve myself, I even stopped to ask an early morning dog walker “No I’m afraid there are none, the petrol station opens at 8am, they have one in there you could use!” I looked at my watch, 5:59am, I thanked him and wound up the window, knowing full well I could never last until 8am. I wound the window back down again “Is there a hotel nearby?” I enquired, perhaps I could check in, use the toilet and check out again (I really was that desperate I was willing to pay!), or even better maybe they had one in the lobby I could use. “Yes, there’s one just the other side of the village, if you keep on this road until you reach the Church you’ll see it on the right hand side about 300 yards up the road” the man’s words were music to my ears. I rubbed my bladder gently as it cramped and tightened, it felt solid as though it was filled with concrete due to the density and overwhelming volume of its liquid contents. I was managing to hold it without too much effort, the odd bump or shake would threaten a leak but I managed to hold back each time. It was the continuous pain that came with my muscles being stretched to their absolute limits that was causing the most discomfort, the sharp pain very low down in my abdomen where the full weight of my bladder was pressing down onto my extremely stretched muscles. On one hand being forced to drive was helping to keep my mind focussed, on the other hand I was desperate to cross my legs and fidget to try and find some comfort. The pain was so severe that it was a constant distraction, all I could think of was how badly I had to go! I found the church without difficulty, but drove up and down the road what seemed like a hundred times looking for the hotel. Finally after driving unbelievably slowly I spotted a tiny guest house, shrouded by trees and in complete darkness. I pulled onto the small car park and squinted at the signs in the window in the light of my headlights, ‘No guests admitted before 8am unless by prior booking’ read one sign. I wondered if they left the door unlocked, although I realised that it was extremely doubtful, it was a small village and I thought perhaps they trusted the locals enough to leave the door open to allow their guests to return late… Maybe, just maybe there was a toilet in the reception area that would be accessible. Writing this now I realise how unlikely it seemed, but I was about to burst and so anything, no matter how improbable was worth a try! I turned off the engine but left the headlights on the car so that I could find a path to the door, as I stepped out of the car I was met for the first time by the full weight of my bladder. I bent forwards and crossed my legs as my body adjusted, I thought I was going to wet myself right there on that car park for a moment as I fought to hold on. I had unzipped my skirt as my bladder grew so was able to discreetly pop my hand down my skirt and hold myself now that I was standing, oh it felt so good. I leant on the inside of the door for a moment and enjoyed the overwhelming relief, but soon remembered that there may be greater relief if I could find a way into this tiny guesthouse. I removed my hand and waddled gingerly towards the front door… I could barely hold it now that I was upright and walking, as I reached the little stone built porch I once again slipped my hand down my loosened skirt and frantically pee danced, I couldn’t hold it for much longer! I tried the door handle, it was locked, I peered through the leaded glass of the heavy wooden door, I tried again and again. It was no good, I crossed my legs and bent forward as I squeezed my fingers into my crotch, I could barely hold it as I began to walk back to the car, hunched over and walking painfully slowly as each step felt like a blow to my severely distended bladder. I glanced around as I reached the car, the car park was very secluded, perhaps I could squat and relieve myself here without anyone noticing? The car park was covered with loose shale so I was confident that my puddle would drain away without being noticed. As I reached into the car to turn off the headlights I glanced out of the windscreen, and noticed a CCTV camera mounted on the front of the building, I swiftly noticed another on the opposite side too… I doubted they would be able to see me in the darkness but daren’t chance it, so reluctantly I lowered myself into the car. My bladder felt as though it had sunk into my pelvic floor, sitting down was now agonising, as it felt as though I was sitting on a sharp spike that sent shooting pains up into my bladder. I toyed with the idea of getting back out of the car and continuing with my plan of relieving myself in the car park, the pain was so immense that I hardly cared about the cameras. But then I remembered that I was in a company car, what if the registration number was traced back to the company and my bosses heard about it? I simply couldn’t risk it so I pulled the car door shut and winced as I placed my feet on the peddles, raising my knees caused undue pressure on my now critically distended bladder and I knew I had to find relief very soon or else I would lose control. I sat for a moment cradling my bladder, trying to think straight whilst so utterly desperate was a challenge. I wriggled in my seat and tried to hold back the imminent flood while I frantically flicked through ideas in my mind. It was almost light now, so finding anywhere out in the open would not be without risk, my meeting wasn’t for another 45 minutes or so and there was no way I could last until then, and nothing in the village opened until 8am, an hour after my meeting started. I had three choices, find somewhere outdoors to squat, find a public toilet outside the village or wet myself, I didn’t much fancy the third option so decided to try and drive to a public toilet and perhaps find somewhere on the way in which to squat if the opportunity arose. Then it occurred to me, my smartphone! Why had this never occurred to me before, I rummaged through my handbag whilst wriggling and squeezing my thighs together in desperation, finally finding my phone right at the bottom. I placed a hand down my skirt and squeezed hard as my body tried to push out the contents of my tired and overfull bladder, I wasn’t sure I could hold it so placed my other hand down there to apply extra pressure, I was panicking now! I bucked my hips and opened the car door ready to dive out, I had leaked badly into my hands but was just about managing to hold it, although I was right at the edge of my abilities and knew I didn’t have long. I opened up the internet search on my phone, and typed in ‘nearest public toilet’ to my astonishment a whole list of sites opened up! I frantically searched through them as I rocked back and forth in agony with my free hand pressing firmly into my crotch, barely able to hold back the flood that was more imminent than ever, finally I found a site that used GPS to pinpoint my location and locate the nearest public toilet. I waited for it to complete its search, knowing that I may not make it in any case, such was the severity of my desperation. “Oooohhhh” I moaned out loud as my bladder contracted, trying to force out its load past my carefully positioned fingers. My wrist ached from applying such pressure and my thighs shook from being so tightly crossed, I opened my legs and rubbed my fingers in a circular motion without removing even a gram of pressure. It felt better, why was my phone taking so long to search? The rural location can’t have been helping, I knew I didn’t have long, I sat up and bent forwards resting my head on the steering wheel, both hands now pressed into my crotch again, “Come on, come on, come on!” I pleaded with my phone, at the same time willing myself to continue holding on. I closed my eyes for a second and heard my phone beep, I removed a hand from my crotch and grabbed it from the passenger seat “Nearest toilet 5 miles, 8 minutes drive” was displayed on the screen. I didn’t waste a second, as I buckled my seatbelt I selected the option for directions, it was almost impossible to drive as the searing pain in my massively distended and exhausted bladder was now so severe that it felt like it was being sliced open. I groaned and panted as the miles ticked down, “Four minutes to your destination” came the voice from the directions on my phone, I pressed my hand into my crotch, not sure if I could make it, still frantically searching for anywhere I could stop and relieve myself immediately. I removed my hand to change gear and felt a jet of hot pee escape, “No, no, no, no, no!” I groaned, in agony as I fought to try and hold it, I longed to pull the car over and rush out but there was nowhere to stop. “Two minutes to your destination” came the voice again, the pain was immense, I was shaking and felt dizzy as I tried to remain as calm and controlled as possible. I couldn’t help but let out a continuous moan as I drove, searching for anything that resembled a toilet, I rounded a corner and there it was, a chain petrol station! I could barely contain my relief, I felt a tear run down my cheek as I quickly pulled into the parking space and dived out of the car, almost forgetting the sheer intensity of my predicament. I instantly stopped and crossed my legs tightly, bending forwards, frozen to the spot in pure agony as I gently bent my knee upwards to try and hold on, to regain composure for just those last few seconds… I breathed slowly, as slowly as I could when it felt as though my bladder was so large it was squashing my lungs… I managed to regain just enough control to be able to walk without my hand pressing my crotch and slowly, gingerly walked towards the small shop, I clearly saw the signs for the toilets and headed in that direction, it was more than my bladder could take and I felt it contract and pulse with anticipation. As I approached the door I heard a voice across the shop “Excuse me, if you need to use the toilet you need a key!” he yelled, louder than was necessary from behind the counter. I flashed the briefest smile, “Do you have it?” I enquired, legs crossed and struggling to stay still. “I’ll get it, two minutes” he replied, I didn’t have two minutes, how could he not see that I simply could not wait any longer!? I pee danced across to the counter, there were cameras but I didn’t care, I couldn’t help it any more if I didn’t fidget and pee dance then I couldn’t hold it and would wet myself. I bobbed around near the counter, looking at the sweets and pastries, I was so thirsty and made a vow to buy a drink as soon as I had made room for it. As I paced back and forth I lifted one leg at a time, jiggling around in a frantic effort to hold back the impending flood, “Come on, come on!” I muttered under my breath, wondering where the attendant had disappeared to, I couldn’t hold it for much longer! By the time he returned I was once again frozen to the spot with my legs crossed, bobbing my hips to try and hold on. I held my hand out for the key, “You have to pay for your fuel first” he said, before adding “Only customer can use the bathroom.” I stared at him in disbelief, “I’m going to wet myself!” I exclaimed shamelessly, “If you don’t give me that key I will wet myself right here, right now, I CANNOT hold it any longer!” I said through gritted teeth, “PLEASE!” I added before he had chance to speak, I genuinely was about to wet myself, I could feel the pee at the very edge of my control, about to come out and soak me. “I’m sorry madam, I can’t, you have to be a customer!” he said, he was young and seemed apologetic but it wasn’t helping me. I bent forward as a wave of desperation caused a shiver down my spine, my legs were crossed but I couldn’t help but hold myself, “Please” I begged “Please, I can’t hold it any longer, please, once I have used the bathroom I will fill up my tank, buy a drink, a sandwich, in fact I am willing to buy this whole petrol station…” I felt a squirt of pee escape and trickle down my leg, followed by another, “PLEASE! I’m wetting myself, please, please give me the key and I PROMISE I will buy something afterwards, my purse is in the car and I can’t walk, I’m honestly wetting myself talking to you! PLEASE, oh God, PLEEEASE!” I begged, staring him in the eye in sheer desperation. “Okay, you promise though!?” he enquired “Because I’m not supposed to do this!” I nodded, I was now looking as though I was sitting on an invisible chair, squatted down with my legs crossed and trying everything to stop the squirts escape, I doubted I could even walk to the toilet… “Could you unlock it for me?” I enquired, “I can’t hold it!” I added desperately, “I can’t, I’m not allowed to leave the counter” he replied. I grabbed the key and quickly limped across the shop, frantically wriggling and bouncing to try and stop the flow, finally I managed to co-ordinate myself and get the key into the lock, struggling and fumbling as I groaned in desperation. Finally it opened, I flung open the door and quickly pulled it closed behind me, twisting the lock as I tore down my skirt and threw myself onto the toilet. Oh… My… Word, it felt amazing! I had needed it so badly, it was coming out with such speed that it hissed and splashed, unfortunately I hadn’t had time to take down my tights or knickers so was soaking them but at that moment I couldn’t care less! I peed for what seemed like forever, my bladder hurt, I don’t mean that it ached from the stretching, it actually hurt, as though I had injured it in some way. Finally, after some time I was empty, the pain in my bladder subsided slightly and I enjoyed a moment of deep breathing before peeling off my soaked tights and knickers and rolling them into a ball and placing them in the bin. I washed my hands and splashed my hot face, then wet a paper towel and cleaned the trickles of pee from my legs before pulling on my skirt and exiting the toilet. As promised I bought myself a drink, filled my tank with petrol and headed off to my meeting. An few hours later we had our first break in the meeting, a woman I knew fairly well came over to me “Do you know who the black Audi belongs to that is parked right outside?” she asked, it was mine, however I don’t normally drive a black Audi as I was using a company car so had completely forgotten that it was mine and so replied that I didn’t, and asked why. “Well…” she said, and leaned in closer to me as if she was about to share a secret “Just as the sun was coming up this morning, I looked out of my hotel window and saw that car parked in the car park. I couldn’t see the person’s face due to the angle of the car in relation to my window but I could clearly see that the lady in the driver’s seat was…” she paused again, lowered her voice and looked around to make sure nobody was nearby, “… masturbating!” she said in a hushed tone. Before I had chance to respond she continued “There was no doubt that was what she was doing, I could clearly see her with one, and then both hands down her skirt! She kept rocking her hips back and forth and throwing her head back in pleasure, she was obviously enjoying it! I just have no idea why you’d do it so publicly! At one point she even threw open the car door and I could hear her moaning through my open window, then she got her phone out and was texting, no doubt her husband or lover telling him what she was up to! Then she just drove off, still with one hand down her skirt finishing herself off!” I sipped at my tea, taking a longer time than usual, not sure what to say… “Well, that’s an interesting start to your morning then!” was all I could think of, “Absolutely!” she replied, “That’s why I wanted to know who it was, she’s obviously got more guts than me, I wanted to shake her hand… Assuming that she’s washed it of course! I wish I had the guts to blow off steam like that before a meeting” she laughed. I went red faced and hot all over, partly with embarrassment and partly through sheer thrill and excitement. “I’ve a good mind to wait around after the meeting, see who she is… What do you reckon?” she added, my heart sunk “Well, when I got here this morning that car was already here so I think it belongs to one of the people who work here, you may be waiting a long time!” I lied. “Ahh well, it’s worth a try, I will wait til we’ve all left at least, I’m so curious!” she chuckled before heading off to talk to someone else. I didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed, part of me wanted to head proudly to my car at the end of the meeting, however the more sensible side of me hung back for a good half hour to make sure everyone had gone before venturing out… If only she knew what was really happening in that car, that I wasn’t really ‘Blowing off steam’ but actually ‘Holding in liquids!’

Lita stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in curls, by demand of her mother. Stupid country club. She wanted to be far, far away from the club, tea time, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being wealthy. “Stupid poor people have it so easy,” she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray eyes, finding nothing but bitterness there. Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray slacks, took one last lingering glance at her small frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the country club restroom. “Please just let this be over with,” Lita groaned internally. “There you are, Lita,” her mother, Grace, exclaimed. “You’ve been in there forever! Our table is waiting!” Lita heaved a sigh. “Sorry, geez, Mom.” Grace pursed her lips. “Cut the attitude. It’s not very ladylike.” Lita’s grandma, Arlene, smiled a small smile, and rolled her eyes at her daughter when Grace wasn’t looking. Lita choked back a laugh. “There’s no point in standing around. Let’s go have our tea.” Arlene said in her thin, wobbly voice. She looped her skinny arm through Lita’s and led the way to their usual table in the bay window. Lita plastered her “patient smile” onto her face and allowed herself to be steered towards her seat. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to escape the country club. “Only spoiled jerks choose to spend time here,” she thought. In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant dishes of fluffy crepes, delicate biscuits, various cheeses, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in front of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea. “I don’t know how anybody can drink this crap. It tastes awful,” she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap. “Lita, why aren’t you eating?” Grace demanded. Lita looked up at her mom. “Because I don’t like tea time.” She put as much disdain as she could into her voice. A low chuckle sounded on Lita’s left. She quickly turned to see who made the sound, and observed a young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita’s watched as he approached a table and casually tossed himself into the empty chair. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde hair in a French twist, a girl with brown hair that appeared to be a couple years younger than the boy, and… “The mayor?” Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the family, and was finally able to place the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst part was that he flaunted his riches. “I HATE that guy,” Lita thought. “…what do you think of that, Lita? Wouldn’t you just love to go?” Grace’s voice penetrated Lita’s thoughts. “Sorry, what?” Grace sighed impatiently. “Weren’t you listening to a word I just said?” Lita shook her head. “Sorry. I just spaced out for a minute. What did you say?” Grace shook her head in annoyance. “I SAID that I thought it was about time for you to go to an all girls’ boarding school. You’re always so rowdy, and it’s time you learned to be a lady.” Lita’s eyes widened in horror. “Boarding school? No! You can’t make me go. I’m sixteen!” “Lita, if you would just listen—” Arlene began. “No! I won’t listen to this! I won’t go!” Lita stood up quickly from the table, making the dishes rattle. “I am so out of here!” Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the approaching waiters, and past the mayor’s table. As she stormed away, she briefly noticed Luke staring at her, but she didn’t care if she had made a scene. “I’m so fed up with this life,” she thought in fury. Lita hurried out of the country club before her mother could come after her. She quickly walked off of the grounds, close to the busy street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the driver back to her house. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn’t know what. After a short drive, the cab pulled up outside of Lita’s house. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the overly eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a gigantic basement. The Grecian columns that encased the front porch just looked tacky to Lita. She hated every square inch of this prison. Lita stalked inside the house and slammed the door as hard as she could. “I’ve got to get out of here,” she screamed inside. She began pacing through the ridiculously oversized rooms of the main level, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the entire thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, curious. Her dad’s car keys were hanging on the hook. It wasn’t just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange Dodge Charger, majorly overhauled to be the best of any racecar. A nitrous oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was strong, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden. Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the keys from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming racecar. When Lita opened the driver’s side door, the smell of polished leather greeted her. She smiled. “This is going to be great,” she thought. Lita slid into the car, enjoying the feel of the old, soft leather underneath her. She started the car, enthralled by the roaring sound of the suped-up engine. She put it in reverse, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure to close the garage door before she drove off down the street. Sitting behind the wheel of her dad’s “baby,” Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The light at the next intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speed till she gradually came to a stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a halt beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the vehicle next to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 miles per hour, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 cars like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. Curious about who was driving the snazzy sport’s car, Lita stared hard through the window. The driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double take. His mouth dropped open in surprise, and Lita watched a slow grin spread across his face. “Who is he?” Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dark sunglasses that obscured a good portion of his face, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive. Lita finally pulled her eyes away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the light would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of paper against the window with a message scrawled across it in big letters. “First one to the water tower wins,” it read. Lita smirked. “Just what the doctor ordered,” she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the piece of paper down, Lita gave him a huge thumbs up and winked. The guy revved his engine hard, and Lita responded in kind. She looked back at the stoplight, and suddenly it shifted from red to green. Lita hit the gas pedal hard, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy. An image of his triumphant grin when he won spurred Lita into action. She turned the corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the floor. The Charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder. “Curse that bottle of water,” she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee till she won the race. As Lita screeched around the next corner, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several blocks ahead of her. If she didn’t do something quick, she’d lose the race. Lita’s hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster controls. She flipped open the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would ignite her speed. The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. Every inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more intense. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated right underneath her seat. Lita took one hand from the wheel and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a wave of desperation hit. “I can’t pee myself in this car! Dad would kill me,” she thought. Within seconds of starting the nitrous oxide booster, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to pull ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. Excitement built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water tower, but Lita was confident for the first time that she would win the race. As her excitement continued to build, Lita’s focus on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn’t notice or care. She was almost there. Just then, Lita hit a small pothole in the road, causing the Charger to jolt heavily. A spurt of pee escaped into her panties, and Lita squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could. Far too late, Lita remembered that the last stretch of road before the water tower was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the makeshift road, causing the Charger to bounce and jiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control over her bladder. Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her light gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a dark, almost black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to stop the flow, but the bumpy road made it impossible. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the relief it provided. Lita finally pulled up to the water tower and turned off the nitrous oxide booster, then turned off the ignition of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her pants couldn’t soak up any more pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the delicate leather beneath her. “Dad’s going to kill me for ruining his seat,” she thought. Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an excited grin on his face, and began approaching Lita’s door. Her eyes grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a huge spray of pee burst from her crotch. The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the floor. Finally, mercifully, she finished peeing. When she glanced up at the window, she realized it was too late. The guy from the Ferrari stood at her window, staring into the car at Lita’s lap. Lita’s face reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could drive home. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door. “I—” Lita began. Before she could even begin to formulate an excuse, the guy had reached in and pulled her out of the car, still staring at her wet pants. “Wow.” Lita looked down at her cream-colored ballet flats in shame, her red hair falling into her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered inaudibly. The guy reached out and lifted Lita’s chin gently with his fingers. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his head as he studied her. “I wish I knew who he was,” Lita thought. Slowly, with his free hand, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglasses. Lita stared in shock as the man was revealed to be… “Luke?” She asked in surprise. “Wow. Lita…you’re…so…” Luke stopped, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. “I’m so embarrassed,” Lita mumbled. “The car was just vibrating so much, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn’t hold it any longer.” Lita didn’t know why she felt the need to explain what happened to this boy whom she despised. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a response, Luke gently took Lita’s face between his hands and kissed her. Lita’s eyes widened in shock. “What is going on here?” She wondered. Lita felt Luke’s foot reach behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her hair. Her body responded automatically. Her arms went around Luke’s neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita’s, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to feel a different kind of excitement building in her chest, a foreign feeling. She didn’t know what was going on, but right then Lita didn’t care. Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita’s eyes for confirmation that this was okay. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When Luke reached Lita’s collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn’t keep back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his mouth back to hers, and his tongue found its way into her mouth. Instead of being grossed out, like she always thought she would be if she were ever French kissed, Lita felt even more longing for Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the wonder of the moment sink in. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Soon Luke’s hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to rush from her bladder, soaking his hand. At first, Lita was mortified. “I thought I had no more pee left,” she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs. Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness begin to spread that she knew wasn’t coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Luke was peeing himself in response. She looked into his smoldering blue eyes, and her heart thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the first time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke’s lips back onto hers with a fervor she hadn’t felt before. Luke put one hand on either side of Lita’s head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing. Lita reveled in the feeling of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. When Luke’s fingers moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn’t stop him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn’t care. She wanted it.

Tonight was the night—the first showing of Romeo and Juliet. For the first time in my life, I had been cast in a play. Not only had I been cast, I had been given the lead. I was playing Juliet, my most favorite of all the female leads in Shakespeare’s plays. I spent countless hours rehearsing, memorizing lines, blocking scenes, stealing kisses between classes with my co-star, Collin, and soaking up the limelight. Tonight was going to be perfect. Most likely. I paced the hallway outside the green room, wringing my hands nervously. There were so many people in the audience tonight. The entire auditorium had sold out. What if I messed up a line? What if I tripped and fell on my face? I clutched my full skirts in my fists, trying to keep from full-out panicking. “Hey.” I turned around and saw Collin striding toward me confidently, his nobleman’s cap swinging from his fingers. I cleared my throat. “Hey, Collin.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out as a shallow squeak. Collin’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak again. Collin dropped his hat on the ground and took my hands in his. “You’re going to be great, you know.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Instead, I stared mutely at the floor, agonizing over how opening night would go. Collin released one of my hands and reached out. His hand softly grasped my chin and pulled upwards, forcing me to look at him. His golden brown eyes were steady. “You. Are. Amazing,” he said, carefully enunciating each word. “I have watched you learn this part until it’s the only thing you ever think about. There is no way you will screw this up, because it’s a part of you. You can do this.” I nodded my head a little, to show I understood what he was trying to say. “Thanks,” I whispered. A comfortable silence wrapped around Collin and I. I continued to look in his eyes, completely mesmerized. For the first time since we had been cast as lovers, I felt butterflies in my stomach. What was going on? Collin took a deep breath and moved a little closer. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. It wasn’t the first time we had kissed by a long shot, but this kiss felt very much like how a first kiss is supposed to feel. The butterflies in my stomach morphed into a whirlwind, a longing for more kisses. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. A sigh built up in my chest, and my lips parted. I could feel Collin’s heartbeat speed up. Suddenly, Collin pushed me up against the wall. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt my own pulse accelerate in response. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to close a distance that no longer existed between us. Collin’s hands moved up my arms, over my shoulders, and into my hair. He grasped small handfuls of it and pulled my face even closer to his. This felt so good. “Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me, and Collin leapt backward, spinning toward the source of the noise. Our director stood there, a bemused smile on his face. “Save some of that passion for the stage, kids, okay?” He chuckled, turned, and walked away. My face burned in embarrassment. I glanced at Collin, and saw that his face was equally red. He scratched the back of his head. “Well.” “Yeah…” I was still trying to catch my breath. I had never been kissed like that. Until now, I didn’t even think I liked Collin like that. But my eyes were glued to his face, my stomach a mess of butterflies again. Collin looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He grinned. His smile set my stomach on fire, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep the fire at bay. I so badly wanted to reach out and stroke his hair, to feel his lips on mine again, to feel his body pressed against me, to fight for breath. “Well, break a leg tonight,” Collin said. He leaned over and gave me a small peck on the lips before walking down the hallway. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Time to begin. “Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” The narrator introduced the play to the audience. I watched from backstage as the play began to unfold before me. “Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.” The guy playing Sampson said one of my favorite lines from the first scene as the guys playing Abraham and Balthasar came waltzing onto the stage. I turned away from the stage, wanting to save my energy for later—my feet were already beginning to hurt in these shoes. I sat on a wooden box, commonly used for a prop, and let the skirt of my dress fan out around me. I wasn’t due on stage for a little while yet, so I wanted to relax while I still had the chance. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, listening to the actors say their lines; listening to the audience laugh in response. I smiled to myself. Maybe tonight really would be okay. “Is the day so young?” I heard Collin’s opening line, and smiled even wider. Things were going to be so different between us from now on, and I was eager for it to happen. I couldn’t wait to be on stage next to him, being his Juliet. Maybe I would get to be his real life Juliet, too. The stage lights dimmed and the audience applauded as scene one came to an end. Only a few more minutes till my cue. I heard footsteps crossing the stage, and the lights flared back to life. I sat there, still only half listening to what was happening on stage. I decided to quickly get a drink before I had to be on stage, because I likely wouldn’t get another chance for a while. I quietly crossed to the cooler in the corner and took out an ice cold bottled water. I quickly snapped off the lid and began guzzling the liquid. It was so cold, but it was especially refreshing. I downed the entire bottle in less than a minute. I was thirstier than I thought! I grabbed another bottle from the cooler and took it with me to where I had been sitting earlier. I opened it and took a sip just as the lights dimmed, indicating the end of scene two. Time to go! I put the lid back on my water bottle and stood, quietly making my way to the edge of the stage. “God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!” I heard my cue, and quickly walked onto the stage. “How now! Who calls?” I cried. “Your mother.” The girl playing the nurse replied. I quickly lost myself in the scene, feeling as though I truly were Juliet reincarnate. Time flew by, and all too soon scene three was over. I exited the stage and returned to my water bottle. I took another long swig of water. It was so hot under all those stage lights. I felt like I had sweat out most of that first bottle I drank earlier. I quickly finished off my second one, and crossed over to the cooler to grab a third. I broke the seal on the cap and took a pull from the ice cold water. It was so refreshing. All too soon, it seemed to me, it was time for me to be back onstage. This time, though, I got to finally be onstage with Collin. My heart thumped erratically at the thought. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” As I listened to Collin say his line, the butterflies returned to my stomach with a vengeance. I replied with my line, completely immersing myself in the moment. The scenes flew by quickly. I felt like, for the first time, I wasn’t acting. As Juliet fell in love with Romeo, I began to feel something for Collin that I hadn’t felt before. I felt like things were going to change between us now, and I was excited for what the future might bring. I hoped that I would get to be his real life Juliet. When it was time for Romeo and Juliet to get married, I felt a twinge in my lower stomach. I ignored it, because I was in the middle of a scene. When I walked off stage again I felt that twinge worse than before. As I reached for my water bottle to rehydrate, it hit me. I’d been drinking so much water tonight. I’d already had 4 bottles, and I was working on my fifth. I had to pee. Bad. I briefly wondered if I could make it to the bathroom down the hall before my next scene when I heard my next cue. Well, the play was almost halfway over. I could hold it for another hour or so. I quickly walked onstage. By the time Mercutio was killed by Tybalt, I was doing a jig backstage, trying to keep my pee in. I really had to pee, but the breaks between my scenes were getting shorter and shorter. There wouldn’t be enough time, and I couldn’t ruin opening night. So I continued to hold. It felt like the rest of the play took forever. I tried so hard to focus on my lines, but my need to pee was always waiting in the back of my mind. Finally it was time for Juliet to feign her death. As the lights dimmed, I hurried to my place on the stage, lying on the “altar” in the “tomb.” The second that I was horizontal, I felt like my bladder was going to explode. I felt my pee traveling further south, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it was too late. I clenched my bladder muscles, willing my pee to stay inside. I desperately wanted to shove my hand into my crotch to physically restrain my pee, and I was just about to when the stage lights came back on. I had to lie perfectly still. It was my only job. I kept my eyes closed and continued willing myself to stay dry. Soon I heard Collin’s footsteps approaching. “How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry!” As Collin continued with his final lines, my bladder gave a painful lurch. A small trickle of pee slithered out of me, dampening my panties. I squeezed my bladder muscles even tighter, but I could feel my control fading. I wanted to clench my fists, but any movement in this scene was forbidden. Collin walked closer to me, still delivering his lines. He picked up my hand. I tried so hard to focus on that hand, but I was going to lose my battle any second now. “Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?” Collin’s voice took on an edge of despair, and it made my heart thump loudly in my ears. I focused on his voice, reveling in its rich tones, and relaxed. I realized it was a fatal mistake one second too late. Pee rushed from my bladder in a waterfall of relief. I tried to stop it, but my need to pee was so much worse than my need to hold it in. My pee soaked my panties. When my panties could hold no more liquid, my pee began to pour onto the skirts of my dress. At first, I thought I would be safe because there was so much fabric to soak up the pee. Maybe nobody would notice. But I kept peeing. It felt like it would never stop. “O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.” Collin finished his lines, and leaned over me for the last kiss before he, as Romeo, died. Just as his lips began to brush mine, my skirts had soaked up all of the pee they could, and I was still peeing, very forcefully. I couldn’t make it stop. A soft splattering sound reached my ears as my pee flowed off the sides of the altar and onto the wooden floor of the stage. My eyes snapped open and locked with Collin’s. His eyebrows drew down in confusion. He glanced down at the floor. When he saw what was happening, his eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate any further to finish playing his part. His lips brushed against mine, softly at first, and then a little more desperately. The kiss sent a wave of butterflies coursing through me, and my pee gushed out even harder. I wondered when my pee would run out. As Collin collapsed to the floor, very carefully out of range of my pee, I felt the stream slow slightly. I hoped I would be done peeing before it was time for Juliet to reawaken. In the silence that filled the auditorium after Romeo’s death, the splashing of my pee was very audible. For a moment I panicked, thinking that the audience might be able to detect what it was. Finally, at long last, my pee slowed to a slight trickle. I could still hear pee dripping onto the floor still, but it, too, was slowing down. It was time for me to get up off of the altar. I slowly sat up. As I did, I heard some members of the audience gasp. Whispering began to flood the auditorium. “….pee...” “….what that sound was…” “…so gross!” I tried to stay in character as I slyly peeked through my eyelashes at my lap. I was horrified by what I saw. The front of my dress, from waist to knees, was completely and obviously saturated. The location of the stain made it plain what had happened. There was no covering it up now. I stood up, ready to admit defeat and just leave the stage in my disgrace. As soon as my legs were straight, I began to pee again. It was just as forceful, if not more so, as before, and it was very loudly splashing on the floor of the stage. Mortified, I turned and fled the stage, peeing the whole time.

This guy, Matthew. He knew I had a crush on him. I have been fantasizing about him for years. He was much older than myself, married, and I adored him. One day he decided to fulfill my fantasy, but wanted something in return. I'll let you do whatever you want to me, he said. But before that, you have to obey me all day long. No problem! I said. I'd do anything for this guy. What should I do? I asked. You'll see, He replied. I'll meet you at your place tomorrow morning. Morning arrived and so did he. I made us some coffee and we chatted, when he asked me for a glass of water. And bring one for yourself as well, he said. Why? I replied. I'm not thirsty... Remember? he said. You are supposed to obey me. OK then... and I drank that glass of water. About an hour later he asked me to drink a glass of water again. and a little while after that, again. Please excuse me, I said. I have to go to the bathroom. Go then! he said. He kept telling me to drink a glass of water about every 30 minutes. I rushed to the bathroom so many times, I can't remember. My kidneys were constantly working. I honestly did not understand why he is doing this to me. This routine went on for about 6 hours. Then at about 2pm I needed to run to the bathroom again, when he asked me where I was going. Where do you think? I replied. To pee, of course. again! you've been watering me all day! Stay here for a while, he said. and I did. 15 minutes went by, and he brings me another glass of water. Then a cup of tee. Let me just quickly go to take a pee, I said. Sorry, he says. You can't. What? why? I ask in horror. I really have to! Because you promised to do whatever I desire, he smiled. I looked at him and noticed the bulge in his pants. Oh my god, this man has some kind of a pee f*etish!!! And I can't resist him! Really, I'd do anything for this guy. But right now, ooooo... I just need to pee! Then it really started. He kept giving me liquids and asking me to drink it all, and I obeyed. Water, coffee, tea, coke... all went right through my kidneys to my already overfilled bladder. I started clenching my muscles and wiggling around, my bladder was throbbing. I became so overly full so quickly! Minute by minute I could feel my bladder stretching, pee rushes through my kidneys in full force. And he kept watering me. I... I.. please, I must pee... I pleaded. Tell me how it feels, he said. But I'm so embarrassed... I answered. Please don't be. Please... we'll do anything you want after that, he softly said. I so wanted to please him. It feels… it’s powerful… the pressure is so hard… Ahhh... oh god, the pressure, I got to pee, I got to pee so bad!!!!! My hand started moving down to hold myself and then I got too embarrassed and pulled my hand back. You can hold yourself, he said... and I did. I had no choice, really. I was becoming so desperate. I was clenching and holding myself and constantly moving, and was praying he would finally let me go and pee. But he didn't. Instead he took my hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. His bulge… I was shocked… and he was rock hard. God... this was too exciting for me! This man's p**n1s... I had so many fantasies about it!!! Ohh and I stroked his member like there’s no tomorrow… I became so wet and wanted more… so excited that for a moment I forgot about my unbelievable desire to pee, and a spurt came out. Ahhh!!! I screamed and grabbed myself. I did not want to w*et myself in front of this gorgeous man!!! Take your pants off, he said in a shaking voice. I could tell that he was extremely excited. I took them off and stayed in my panties. I started to leak. The pressure was unbelievable. So much pressure, such a fight not to p*ee myself. I was breathing hard, clenching my muscles real hard, g*rabbing myself, but it was no use, I kept on leaking like crazy... I quickly took my panties off and shoved them between my legs to help press my p*ee hole. Matthew!!! I begged. The pressure, it's too much!!! I'm going to p*ee myself, please let me go! now!!! No, he says. You can’t go yet. But please tell me again how it feels… ohh the pressure... it is... ohhh... I can't tell you... I can't describe it, it is unbearable, it is enormous… I have so much urine in me, it… ahhh… it feels like I’m going to explode, it feels like my body is begging me to let go, Matthew, this is so hard… Matthew, please let me pee now… please… I’m going crazy with the desire to pee… I can’t… there’s no room in my bladder for more… I kept on leaking, I wanted so so so so much to just pee, god… it was unbearable. So very hard. Oh please dear god, I thought. Please don't let me p*ee myself, please... My bladder was huge and rock hard, my muscles were aching. My panties became too wet and then I noticed I am leaking constantly and can't stop it so I removed my panties and shoved my hand in, it was so hard not to give in to the enormous desire to just let go and pee… peeeee.... pee forever…... peeee…………. Please let me go, I whispered. I felt I was going insane. Please, you don't understand, this is too much... I’m bursting… I’m bursting, Matthew. Please let me pee… Soon, he said. But not yet. He was rubbing his magnificent c*0*ck through his pants and was panting. He was so excited from my predicament! But I couldn't enjoy his excitement any more. Nothing existed except for my insane need to let go. I was leaking so badly. The pressure was so hard. I could feel my kidneys still working, sending more and more urine to my aching exploding hard bladder. Then my bladder contracted. I stopped breathing and held my p*ee hole crazy hard. It contracted again. My body was desperately trying to initiate urination. Ahhh… I moaned and h*eld myself and tried very very hard to stop the leaking but it was no use. Impossible. It was such a fight. My body trying to force the urine out of me, and I resist. I was shaking hard. I was sweating. The pressure was enormous. Maybe I should just let go... ohhhh letting go... the relief I'd feel!!! But I can’t. I must wait until he lets me… ohhh why doesn’t he let me go already…… I can’t take this pressure anymore… Another contraction in my bladder. Then another one. It was so intense. It was crazy. Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...I was breathing hard… Matthew!!! I can't, Matthew!!! I can't anymore!!! oh Matthew... oh it's coming... oh god, oh god, help... me... Matthew... help me, please... now, Matthew, I’m p*eeing… I’m p*eeing… Matthew could see I was at my absolute limit so he quickly put a jug on the floor between my legs. I did not need another invitation. In a matter of a split second the leaking became a stream, and the stream became a flood. I p*eed so hard. I p*eed so long. I p*eed like a horse. After all that leaking. I still p*eed 1.4 liters. While I was gaining relief I looked at Matthew. He was breathing hard and was rubbing his wonderful c*0*ck, sweet moans escaping his lips. Then a guttural groan that made me almost climax. My breath was caught in my throat… he was c0 m i n g in his pants. Matthew… I whispered. That was… amazing! Matthew hugged me and grabbed my wet p**** and kissed me hard. I felt like fainting. What happened next is for another story though…

“Hello,” the woman said, “My name is Adena.” Beth said nothing. “Oh right, you probably can’t speak until spoken too. What is your name?” “Beth, Mistress.” “Nice to meet you, Beth. Do you want to play?” “Yes, I would love to, Mistress!” “Perfect, first, let’s make sure you are clean.” Adena gently lifted Beth’s skirt and pulled her panties away from her. She then took the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed the cum from Beth’s panties and from Beth’s wet pussy. Adena used her deft and narrow fingers to clean the inside of Beth’s pussy as well, and accidently ran her fingertips over Beth’s sensitive clit. Beth jumped and let out a moan. “Are you horny?” Adena asked sweetly. “Yes, Mistress.” “Oh poor honey. Orgasm control doms? Well I can fix that.” Adena started on Beth’s pussy with her fingers, gently rubbing it. Then, once the area was fully clean, she put her face between Beth’s legs and used her tongue to tenderly lick the sub’s soft petals and swollen clit. Beth moaned and whimpered. Adena’s licks became quicker and sharper and so do Beth’s moans. Two fingers were added into Beth’s vagina, and they swirled around the g-spot. Beth cried out and orgasmed, squirting all over Adena’s waiting face. “Good girl,” Adena coos, licking the juices from her fingers. “Thank you, Mistress!” Beth gasps, as she hits the wall, shaking with aftershocks. “You’re welcome. Now, it is my turn. On your knees, please.” Beth eagerly got on her knees, ready for the pussy she was about to receive. Adena pulled her short shorts and panties aside and revealed her waiting and soaking wet pussy. Beth kissed Adena’s thighs, starting up one side and down the other, going just over Adena’s hot pussy, teasing her. On the way back, she kissed around Adena’s cunt, and licked the sides of it. Adena moaned with impatient excitement. Beth then dove right in, and started to lick Adena roughly. Adena gasped with the sudden pleasure and held Beth’s face between her legs. Beth sucked on her clit and stuck her long tongue into Adena’s waiting hole. It did not take much to make her cum. Beth kept licking as she heard her Mistress shriek with pleasure, and then Adena exploded, not with cum, but piss. Adena let go of her short shorts and panties and pissed all over Beth through them with fire hose force, coating the sub in warm golden showers. Beth leaned back and let the piss caress her soaked body, and she got horny all over again. When Adena finished, the last few drops hitting the bathroom floor, she asked, “Do you have to go, Beth?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Good.” She lay down on the floor of the stall, and pulled Beth down onto her torso. “Piss on me, all over me.” Beth smiled and let go. She had not realized how badly she had to go until she let go and the torrent was released. She pissed through her panties onto Adena’s clothes, tits, and tummy. As Beth was running out, Adena pulled Beth over to her head and let Beth piss onto her face. She licked Beth to another heavenly orgasm as Beth finished wetting on her, and let her go. “You are a good, slut, aren’t you?” Adena said as she stood up. Beth sat on the floor and recovered from her third orgasm of the day. “Thank you, Mistress,” she replied shakily. Adena pulled the shower nozzle off the wall and rinsed off Beth, and Beth rinsed off Adena. They brought each other to orgasm one more time, before Adena took her leave. Beth lay on the ground, curled up in an orgasming ball, and waited for the next person. She was fully recovered from orgasm when the next customer arrived. Or customers. A group of 5 men all walked into her stall, all of varying size and stature, and closed the door behind them. All of them made a circle around her, pulled out their cocks, pointed them at her, and started masturbating. All of them came in rock hard and ready to cum. The one directly in front of her came first, and the rest came right after. She was soon coated in semen, and the used their cocks to rub it into her clothes and body. They left their cocks against her body and started wetting, all at once, and she felt the five individual streams cascade down her body. She leaned back and relished it. There was no regret here. When the last cock stopped wetting, they left one by one, except the last who rinsed her off quickly before leaving as well. She was alone for another few minutes before her Master came back. “Did you have fun?” he asked. “Oh, yes sir, I did!” He slapped her with the back of his hand. “That’s too fucking bad, it was supposed to be punishment, bitch,” he growled. He untied her and dragged her from the room. “Now I have to show you real punishment,” he hissed.

Beth didn’t get to clean up after her humiliating wetting. He untied her from the chair, but made her leave her sodden and jizz covered clothing on. She relished in it. A dirty, filthy, piss slut was wearing those clothes, and she loved it. He tied her hands together, made a lead from the rope he had just taken off of her, and led her out of the room they had been in. As they walked through the door and onto the street, he took a water bottle out and put it to her lips. “Drink,” he commanded. She sipped it tentatively at first but was soon forced to gulp the iced tea as he turned the container upside-down. She finished one bottle and then another, with barely a dribble down her already soaked torso. They had picked the hotel because of its proximity to Pandora’s Box, a kink dungeon that he had chosen. He pulled her by the length of rope that was around her wrists and led her inside the dungeon. There were some people waiting by the door, who stared as she was pulled past. He led her straight to the bathroom, which was unisex here, and walked her into the last stall. Instead of a toilet, there were two metals rings in the wall, about a foot off the ground. He tied one hand to each ring, with a couple feet of rope so she could put her hands on her lap or stand up. She was however, completely stuck inside the stall. It looked relatively clean, and a drain sat in the center of the room. “Enjoy, my little slut,” he said as he left the stall. She sat there, legs crossed, and waited. After a few minutes, she had her first customer. A man slammed the door open. “Oh sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here. It has been empty for like a month.” He was average height, weight, and looks, with dusty brown hair, brown eyes, and a goatee. She didn’t reply; she wasn’t allowed to unless directly asked a question. He took out his cock. It was slightly below average and half-erect. “Pull on the binds a little, show me that you are trapped.” She tugged on the ropes that held her in place. They gave her a lot of slack, but they were well tied. She wasn’t going to get out until her Master let her out. “Perfect,” the man murmured. His dick quickly became erect, and he started to masturbate. “You’re already soaking in piss, aren’t you?” She nodded, shamefully. She was disgusting, covered in her own piss and cum as well as another man she barely knew, and this man would coat her next. The worst was, she loved it; her pussy was soaking wet, and not from piss. He stroked his cock leisurely at first and then faster. He saw that her eyes were pleading, and he thought she was begging him not to. She was actually begging him to. She desperately wanted to be coated in it, all of it. He didn’t last long, and she didn’t mind. He came all over her; the first squirt landed in her hair, the second on her tits, and the last big one in her lap. He grunted with pleasure as he finished, and rubbed the last drops out onto her cheek. She smiled up at him and he gave her a toothy grin back. With his cock still in his hand, he pointed at her hair. At first a few drops dribbled out of his head, and then the piss came out full stream. He doused her head with piss first, then aimed for her tits, soaking each individually. Suddenly, he stopped wetting, and a devilish grin spread across his cheeks. “Stand,” he commanded. She cocked her head to the side, but stood. He took his cock and slid it deeply into her panties. His piss hit her pussy and pooled in her underwear before dripping down her legs. It felt like she was wetting herself, and she loved it. She almost begged him to fuck her, but she remembered she wasn’t allowed to speak. He finished wetting her and pulled his now flaccid cock out of her dripping panties. “Thanks,” he mumbled. There was a shower nozzle on the side of the stall, near the drain, and he rinsed her off with the lukewarm water before leaving. He didn’t bother to wash himself. She sat alone and soaking wet. She wasn’t cold, but she was ridiculously horny. She wasn’t allowed to masturbate, so she just sat and waited. Another man came in; this one was lean, muscular and he had short dark hair and big brown eyes; he looked at her hungrily. “You clean?” He asked “I have been rinsed, Sir,” she replied. “Good.” He grabbed her skirt, yanked it up, and he pushed her panties out of the way. He took a rock hard cock and shoved it into her waiting pussy. She gasped, and tried to position herself so he would hit her g-spot. “No, you don’t get to cum unless I let you.” He growled. He fucked her roughly as she stood there, and she got little pleasure from it. He pounded her from the front, then flipped her over and took her from behind. When he finished, he grabbed her hips and held them against his groin as he pumped his load into her pussy. She expected him to leave after this, but he did not. Instead, his cock twitched inside her, and she felt herself filling with a warm liquid. He was wetting inside of her! She could not believe how much this turned her on. She begged him with her mind to let her come, but he couldn’t hear her. When he finished wetting, he told her, “Hold it in you until I tell you that you can let it go.” His cock slid out of her pussy and she squeezed her muscles immediately so she wouldn’t let a single drop out. He put her panties back and pulled her skirt back down. Then he watched her. She was having trouble holding it in. Her pussy’s muscles were strong, but they couldn’t hold liquid this long. She pleaded with her eyes, but he refused to release her. A dribble escaped her, and she squeaked. “Did you already fail, slut?” he demanded “Only a little, Sir,” she mumbled. “Too bad. You may release the rest, but you don’t get to orgasm from me.” She groaned and let go. Piss poured out of her pussy and again, it felt like she was wetting herself. Her clit was hard and sensitive, and she wished that she could touch it, but she knew her Master would know, so she didn’t. The man watched, satisfied, as she soiled herself with his juices, and then left without rinsing her. She didn’t think she should do it herself, without someone’s permission, so she sat back down, feeling his jizz squelch between her legs. After about ten minutes, the stall door opened slowly. A beautiful woman stood there, with a short bob cut of curly red hair, big green eyes, and a spray of freckles across her nose. She was lean, but not too skinny, with strong arms and legs revealed by a tank top and short shorts, and she had perky B-cup tits. Beth was in awe, would she get to be with this beauty?

The growing pangs of desperation slowly became less and less ignorable. That first dribble that had escaped as he pissed on her had not helped her situation, it had, in fact, made so much worse. She was almost tempted to let go everything and do the plan, but the idea was so terrifying. Even more terrifying was how much it thrilled her. She knew she was a dirty piss slut, but she couldn't be that filthy, could she? With her mind absent, another small dribble of piss escaped her. She squeaked and squeezed her legs together. He looked up from the erotica he was reading, but seeing nothing he looked back down. His signal was when it started to drip out of the chair, then he would know she had had an accident. "Twenty more minutes," he warned without looking up again. Shit, she thought, I could have sworn I had less time than that! She squirmed in her seat, moving as much as the binds would allow, to try and relieve the pressure, but she could see that it was a losing battle. He knew it too, that is why he was doing this. He knew she secretly wanted to be 'punished.' Otherwise, why would she have added those parameters to their agreement? "Fifteen minutes." She almost cried out. She had drunk 4 huge glasses of water on an empty stomach. The pain was getting unbearable. She kept accidentally letting little bits out, and she was afraid it would start to drip into the floor. Apparently her skirt was super absorbent. She decided to let a little out, to relieve the pressure. Her skirt had been holding well so far, and he would never notice. She let her guard slip and allowed a small trickle to escape from her. Oh god it felt so good. She had to stop it though, she could feel the seat filling with piss. She tried to squeeze her pee hole shut, but she couldn't. The stream came faster, and she groaned. This had been a huge mistake, and there was nothing she could do now. He came over as the drops started to splatter onto the ground below her chair. "Couldn't hold it, huh?" He pushed his fingers between her legs and felt the hot piss gushing from her. He rubbed her clit as she peed, and she moaned with pleasure. She peed and peed, so much inside her, and he stroked her sensitive petals and played with her clit the entire time. As the last drops escaped her, she was close to orgasm. He undid the bindings on her legs and pushed his cock between them. Piss exploded out of his cock and she came as it hit her clit. She shook with pleasure in the chair, still bound, and tossed her head back as she gushed all over his now rock hard cock. He stroked pulled his cock from between her legs and aimed the piss at her face, while he stroked his hard member. As the he finished wetting, he started masturbating over her, until thick ropes of cum spurted out him, landing on her cheek and soaked tit. She panted, gasping for air after the intensity of her orgasm. Her head was leaned back against the chair, as she relaxed, when he grabbed her by her hair, and brought her face closer to his. "I hope you realize this means we go through with the plan," he whispered menacingly into her ear. She nodded, wide eyed with fear.