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Hallo everyone, I'd like to tell you something about my new girlfriend. Be warned, it'll be much and I will take my time to tell the story. And a content note: I will talk about sex quite explicitly. Some things about me - I have been quite open about my piss-fetish and about loving to piss myself towards my girlfriends (as I have told in this thread some time ago: I have been single for quite some time and the girl I met in 2019 was the last one to judge me for this. The girl I met in 2021 was happily pissing her pants for me and even started pissing herself when she was alone, enjoying the feeling, making her horny and giving her better orgasms (as she told me). Sadly we broke up late in 2021 and I was alone again. At least until I met my actual girlfriend early this year. And since I didn't want to hold anything back about myself I told her after some days of dating. I made it gradually. I began with me liking to pee my pants and seeing girls pee their pants. My love of pooping my pants came some weeks later and when I finally confessed she told me she was not surprised and thought so. I must add, that she is some really shy girl and the innocence in person. Really, I mean this. She even could not easily talk about sex at all. So this was quite a way for her to go. But she was open and did not judge me at all. At first she told me, it was totally okay for her that I like wetting myself - it's just that she will never be indulged in this. Well, she changed her mind. And I'd like to tell you, how this happened and where we are now. 😄 And I promise you that every bit of this is true! ❤️ Chapter 1 - "I... um... tried it." A few weeks into our relationship she had a friend visiting her. They talked and drank some wine. I don't know what topics they had, but later that evening there was a message on my phone, just with the words "I... um... tried it." First I was not sure what she was talking about. Her statement, that she would never do this herself was still very present (and totally okay for me, of course). I asked her what she meant and then she called me. She was a little tipsy and laughing much and finally admit, that she felt the urge to go, when her friend left and suddenly felt a little daring. So she tried what happens when she just let go of the pressure. And she immediately pissed into her jeans standing at her door. She tried to stop, hurried to the basement (where the washing machine is located), but just could not hold it. She totally wet herself on her way downstairs and was now standing there in front of her washing machine with totally soaked jeans, socks and shoes. She threw everything into the washing machine and mopped her trail dry when she texted me. Now she was sitting in her living room and could not really grasp what she had just done. She noticed however how thrilled I was just hearing this. I wanted to know what it felt like for her and what caused her change of mind. She told me it felt interesting, naughty and somehow good and she always thought about this and noticed that she was curious. So she decided to try it herself some day. And this day was today. Chapter 2 - "Let's try this" A few weeks later we were at her place and she had a party with some friends. After everyone was gone we tidied up as good as we could since we were both a little tipsy. We ended up making out on her couch - she sitting on top of me. Suddenly she stopped midway and said "I'm sorry, I don't want to get up. I don't want to stop kissing you. But I really, really have to go." My mischievous side took over and I just replied, that she knew I would not mind at all if she just stayed were she was, whatever happened. At first she seemed not to understand, but then it dawned on her. Whether I was serious, she wanted to know. And I told her I was dead serious. As long as she didn't stop kissing me, she could totally just let go on my lap. She thought about this while still kissing and eventually said she would try. And she really tried, but she could not overcome her body, who didn't allow her to piss herself. In the meantime, I needed to pee pretty bad as well and after some time I told her. "Go on, baby, just piss yourself then, I don't mind." she told me. But then it was my turn to have doubts. Because I didn't want to ruin her couch. So we finally admitted defeat. But instead of going to the toilet she grabbed me and took me into the garden, where she placed me on one of her garden chairs and herself on top. I asked her whether she was sure and she just told me to shut up, she had to concentrate. I told her, I would probably not last much longer anyways and she said it might help her if I went first. We kissed passionately and I dared to piss my pants sitting beneath this gorgeos girl. And hell did I go. It was so much and I decided to go for it. I just let go and pissed all there was in one long stream. My jeans were soaked within seconds and it dripped loudly onto the grass under the chair. I drenched her sexy dress completely and she felt the wetness. But she was not taken aback, but kissed me even more intense. And after some minutes I felt it. It became warm again in my crotch. She had buried her face on my throat, breathed heavily and forcefully emptied her bladder through her really hot party dress into my jeans. My god, that was wild. Shortly after she was finished I took her inside (I didn't bother to wait for her, I just grabbed her and she willingly flung her arms around my shoulder and her legs around my waist), carried her inside, and while we undressed we fell onto her couch and had really hot, wild and intense sex. That was the first taste she gave me of what would come. ❤️ Chapter 3 - "The cocktail evening" On some occasion I told her I totally love seeing girls wet their overalls. Overalls always had something special for me. Partly, because it's denim. I love denim getting peed into. But partly it's also, because overalls are somewhat impractical. You can't just pull them down and squat when you have to go. And so she started wearing overalls every now and then. And she looks really, really sexy in these. We had one of these evenings, a friend of mine and her boyfriend were invited and we ordered a cocktail taxi to my place. My girlfriend was wearing her overalls this day and we were sitting in my garden, drinking cocktails, talking, laughing. Time went by, the sun set and after some hours my friend and her boyfriend said goodbye. My girlfriend and me kept sitting in the garden for a while longer. We eventually moved to my "hollywood"-swing, me sitting in the middle and she sitting in my lap facing me. I did not think of anything (I normally don't dare to hope for something special) and I was a little surprised when she whispered in my ear that she has to pee really badly. "Would you mind if I go now?" she asked me while kissing gently. "I would mind if you leave me now." "So you would not mind if I just let if go here?" "No baby, you may always wet yourself in my lap." "Okay. Thank you" she whispered while kissing my cheeks. And only some seconds later it became warm between my legs. Warm and wet. And lovely. She smiled at me. "There's a lot more, I'm sorry." and she again buried her face on my throat her arms around my shoulder and then she totally opened the floodgates and pissed herself sitting in my lap completely. I didn't even ask this time and just let go myself, pissing myself as well, feeling the pee soak around us, soak into the cushion of the swing, dropping audibly onto the floor beneath us after a moment. We sat there for some time, hugging deeply, savouring the moment of intimacy and naughtyness. But I was rock hard and I wanted her so badly I could not wait any longer. She noticed while sensously moving her wet pelvis in my lap and asked me whether I'd like to go inside. Again I carried her inside. Before falling onto my couch I had to admire the view. I just love pissed overalls and she looked so perfect, so tempting. I undressed her gently, noticing how dripping wet she was. Her legs were glistening with wetness and she smelled of pee, but in a sensous, thrilling way. Normally I would put some towels onto the couch to prevent any damage but this time I didn't bother at all. I undressed in top speed and threw both of us onto my couch. But instead of going down on her I decided I wanted to taste her. And to her surprise I did not enter her but started kissing her legs on the inside, thourougly enjoying the sexy scent. And then I kissed her dripping wet pussy, licked her and after really REALLY liking the taste I started eating her out like I had never done before. God, she tasted so blissfully hot, I liked the feeling of her wet, lightly cold skin, loved the way she moved, being surprised and ecstatic at the same time. It didn't take long for her to scream herself away in an earth shattering orgasm, after which she pulled me towards her and made it very clear that she wanted to be fucked right now! And I did. To be continued... 🙂 Chapter 4 - "The Beach" Chapter 5 - "The wet seat" Chapter 6 - "Breakfast surprise"
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Last week on Friday. I contemplated on posting or not, or even logging back in. It's been over three weeks since I was on here last, up until now. I'll share last week and possibly the incident a few days prior. I was in the office, doing my job. Answering phones, taking messages, sending invoices and estimates, and other tasks I'm required to do. I was holding in my pee since 10:00am. Between the water and the coffee, it was fair to say by the time 4:30pm came around, relief was kinda needed. My husband was back from the place he was doing work in. We've been kinda sexting during the day. We honestly don't know what we plan on actually doing until it happens. Lol. As I said, he came in. Some of his employees were around. He was giving basic instructions for a few to get a few select jobs done Saturday. (Very nice gentleman and there is one trades lady but she wasn't in today due to her family being evacuated in some heavy hit areas by wild fire. 😞) My legs were shaking under my desk as I bit my lip. My nipples at this point was getting very hard and almost noticeable. I did let out a little pee by a premature sneeze. It's been rather smokey and using an infuser to help the airfilters with the scent. Everyone finally leaves home, except my husband who's also the employer. I stood up and slowly made my way to him. I was holding my ground, bladder wise but that sneeze really didn't help. "I need a raise..." I started to say as the agony started to wear me thin. "Really?" He approached me. I started un doing my shirt. (Satin blue shirt that's sleeve length goes to my elbows, and is a button up...and down. Lol.) Giving him a view of the top portion of my lace one piece. (Red In colour.) I started to unzip his pants and told him I'm willing to do anything for a raise...though it was him getting the raise... 😉. I started to pee finally in small dribbles. I went to my knees and started to please him as I continued to slowly relieve my poor aching bladder. I could feel the hot pee running down my legs and starting to really soak my black pantyhose. Pee started to gush out as I slowly got my husband... BOSS, very hard and very thick. He was swollen and his balls were tight. He was definitely starting to have needs of his own. I stopped sucking as I sat on my knees finishing peeing. The puddle was reasonably big and my knees and my long maxi skirt was soaked. "I'll finish you but I want my raise" I teased as I stood up. I sat on his desk rubbing myself all over and lifted up my tight skirt, showing him my sexy one piece (Thong backed.) and how wet I was. He excitedly grabbed my breasts and rubbed me, feeling for himself how wet I was. He bent me over the office desk and pulled down my pantyhose and entered me from behind. I was incredibly wet and swollen and feeling him penetrate was a very welcoming feeling. I was very quick to orgasm, squirted in my skirt since my skirt was covering my front end and so was a part of my lingerie set. I covered my mouth as I screamed in pleasure as he kept going. (I'm very loud, I especially have to be careful at home because of my son.) I started to speak in Spanish to him, telling him to "tame my inner naughtiness". He pulled out and entered my anal area where he started to cum hard. I was rubbing my clit as he was pumping me that way. After he was done, I covered myself back up and sat on his lap and he nuzzled into my neck and suckled gently. I had to pee again but wasn't extensive, but I peed on him as I had him fondle me, getting the back end of my skirt wet, adding to the mess he left me lol. We eventually got home undetected.
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A/N: This story will include sex/masturbation from BOTH SEXES!! At the top of each section I will include a warning if there is sex, and if it includes men in detail, and there will be ** next to the paragraph(s) that include it so it can be skipped if wanted. ALSO this is completely fictional and a fantasy! Please don’t do this to real hotels, speaking as someone who works in one, our housekeepers don’t want to clean up after this! I chew my lip as a nervous habit, and right now, it’s swollen. I signed up online, months ago, for a “special getaway” to a hotel in Florida that is hosting a VIP Event. I never thought I’d get chosen to attend, and once I saw that I was I immediately put down the deposit. It was a bit expensive, but that’s to be expected for an event of this nature. Heavy discretion, clean up, and set up. I close my suitcase full of sundresses, bathing suits, panties, and casual clothes and head to the airport. the plane ride was mostly uneventful, though by the end I was feeling a need to pee. Not urgent at all, as it was only a three hour plane ride, but a nice, comfortable urge. I pulled my skirt down a bit as I stood and adjusted my white blouse, exiting the plane. As I waited for my luggage, I squeezed my legs together as my Arousal rose higher. I was finally going to get to indulge in my “interests” with other people, and maybe find someone I can share it with forever. How many people would attend? How much of the hotel can we use? My brain spun as I thought of all Possibilities, and between my legs got more and more wet by the second. the hotel was a forty five minute drive from the airport, and as I waited for my Uber my need got slightly more dire. I bounced my leg as I waited on the bench, enjoying the warm Florida air. I sipped on my Dr. pepper as I sat, hoping it would add to my urge. Soon enough, my Uber arrived and I entered, greeting the driver and turning my attention to my phone. Part of the instructions were to let the hosts know we were driving there, so I let them know I was about 45 minutes out. “What brings you to Florida?” My driver smiled at me in the mirror, a handsome man probably mid twenties. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and a beard that brought out his white smile. “I’m here for a special event with some.. friends.” Hopefully, we’d be friends by the end. If not more. He nodded and smiled again, as you do in a customer service position. “Well, I hope you have fun. I will also be staying at this hotel for a while. Just finishing up my shift first.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror again as my clit gained a heartbeat. It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a man on me, and to have the buildup of whatever wet activities we wanted beforehand… ”What made you want to come?” He asked and I bit my lip. You. “Oh, god, everything.” I gushed, and felt this face heat up at how excitable I sounded. “I wanted to find people like me. And do it. Freely.” his smirk killed me, and I added him to a mental list of people I needed to get to know more intimately before the trip was over. “Me too. I wanted to be able to just. Go fucking wild, yknow?” **oh, I knew. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to pee. Not in a toilet, but in his lap. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my thighs together again, both out of a rising desperation, and to her just any friction between my legs. I fantasized about my Uber driver, straddling him and having his hands all over me as we kissed. I’d grind myself into him, my pink tennis skirt falling just past my ass, pretty white panties with lace, feaux innocence. He’d suck on my neck and I’d moan, leaking into my panties barely enough to show a stain. Moving against each other, my legs unable to close, eventually I’d lose control and wet on his cock, my panties turning see through and his jeans darkening with my piss. I’d feel him harden underneath me even more as I wet us both, my skirt getting weighed down on the edges that my pee touched. When I finished, my warm pee having soaked us both, he’d slide my wet panties to the side and I’d ride him, his piss covered cock slamming into me. My wet skirt would slap against my ass as I bounced on him, releasing a little more as i always do minutes later onto us both. Eventually, he’d cum in me, creating another hot mess id love to have. I swallowed, hard, trying to compose myself to answer. “Yeah. I get it.” I wanted to talk to him more, but I also didn’t want to come off as too forward. I didn’t know how up front to be, or who would be okay with what, and as of right now, he’s still my uber driver. Hopefully later, he would be a hot fuck session, but for now I had to respect him and try to be professional. “so, are you open to sex with the people here?” well, if he’s going to start the conversations, it would be rude not to answer. “Yes, are you?” God, I wanted him to say yes. My bladder was full now, I’d have used the bathroom twenty minutes ago if these were normal circumstances. But, they most definitely were not. He nodded, eyeing me in the mirror. “I most definitely am. Hoping for it, actually.” I could have came right there, between the anxiety-arousal surrounding being so desperate so far from a toilet, the anticipation of the events at the hotel, and the idea of fucking someone, ANYONE who longed for this like I did. “How much farther?” I put a hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. I did my best not to actively touch myself in this strangers car, but the bumps in the road and how horny and desperate i was made it difficult to deny the temptations. “I really have to pee.” ”oh honey that’s not even fair.” He half laughed at me, leaning back casually to drive with one hand. “I still have a few more hours before I get to see you do that, don’t tease me.” ”I can show you plenty later, I promise.” I couldn’t help but rub myself a little under my skirt. It did help a bit with the desperation, as well, which only worsened with each passing second. “But really, how close are we?” he glanced down at his phone gps. “Five minutes. Think you can hold it?” I laughed, which made me have to press down harder on my crotch. “Yes, I can, trust me. I’ve been much worse off before.” ”you can tell me about those times later, in my room.” He paused. “Your name is Abigail, correct? That’s who it said the Uber was for.” ”yes, and I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.” ”it’s alright. It’s Ethan, I’m sure you’ll be screaming it later, so it’s good to know.” The Uber stopped before the hotel as he finished those promising words, and I almost didn’t have the strength to stand. “Promise?” ”id never lie to a pretty woman.” and with that, I edited the Uber, and looked up at my accommodations for the next few weeks. A gorgeous glass building with green gardens, and a lovely overhang. I saw pools to either side, and knew there was a beach behind it. I entered the doors to a beautiful lobby as well, with marble floors and a waterfall in the center. Signs stating “Omorashi Festival” with pamphlets below were plentiful, along with “21+ signs. I approached the front desk where quickly, the young woman in a black dress asked for my name. “Abigail Evans. For the festival.” she smiled tightly as she typed into the computer. “Welcome, Miss Evans. May I see a ID please?” I danced slightly as I bent down into my luggage for my wallet, my need now urgent. I found my drivers license quickly and handed it to her, trying to be discreet about my need. Then I realized, I don’t have to be here. I shoved a hand between my legs, waiting for my license back. the girl looked at me, handing my my license and a small packet, along with a bigger one. “The small packet has keys and drink vouchers. The big packet is a consent form work rules, please fill it out and return it to me before participating. Would you like to know where the restrooms are?” I grinned as I looked into her eyes, shaking my head. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing them.” END OF CHAPTER ONE! I hope you all like the premise of this! Please let me know if you have any feedback/requests!!
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Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
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Seems that while I was downloading pics and vids from @246_enigma this morning, she deleted her account. I got most every peeing video. Some of the videos she pees for well over a minute; I don't know how such a little woman can hold so much pee! There is a few videos with males so FYI. Also there are some videos that might not have pee at all but is her just showing off her cute body.Free -
View File Twitter/X User @246_enigma Seems that while I was downloading pics and vids from @246_enigma this morning, she deleted her account. I got most every peeing video. Some of the videos she pees for well over a minute; I don't know how such a little woman can hold so much pee! There is a few videos with males so FYI. Also there are some videos that might not have pee at all but is her just showing off her cute body. Submitter dudebro00 Submitted 08/20/2023 Category Female
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Alright guys, I need some help! I'm in love with videos/animes where pee holding goes into wetting and wetting goes into sex. The video would start with the person desperate to pee then they can't hold it and wet themselves. Then, some sex happens after. Long story short, could someone direct me to any videos/animes where pee desperstion and sex happens in the same vid? Thank you!
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We haven’t been able to do that much omo play since it’s summer and the kids are home. But a couple weeks ago, we finally got the chance when our kids all went to their grandparents house to stay for the weekend. My wife let me control her bladder and it’s led to a lot of enjoyment for the both of us. I absolutely adore watching her squirm when I tell her that she can’t pee, and watching her frantically potty dancing while waiting to be allowed to pee. She loves being controlled and me teasing her, so we both have a great time. This time around, I would get her desperate every couple hours, watch her squirm for a bit, and let her pee. Later in the day after dinner, I took her for a little drive after we finished cleaning up. She started squirming around pretty soon and by the time we got back home, she was trying to control her leaks. She frantically danced around while I, very slowly, unlocked the door. Her face turned red when she realized what I was doing, and she couldn’t help but smile, which, along with her potty dance, is one of the cutest sights I’ve ever seen. She begged me to hurry up while giggling, and when I finally unlocked the door, she sprinted to the bathroom while I took off my shoes and settled in. When I went to the bathroom, her eyes were closed, her breathing was heavy, and her hands were on her knees. All tell tale signs of great relief. Her pants had a sexy little wet spot on them too as an added bonus. Her bladder was weakened from all the fun holding she’d been doing, so I had a plan. My wife has a bad habit of rarely admitting when she needs to pee while we’re watching a movie, even though we can just pause it. So I put on a movie that she liked and brought a few ice cold beers from the fridge for us to enjoy. I even made popcorn so that the saltiness would make her drink more. Im so proud of coming up with that plan. We changed into our undies and cuddled under the sheets. I put the popcorn in front of her, and she couldn’t resist. She reached for the beer not too long after. My plan was working. I looked under the sheets after a little while. Her legs were crossing, perfect. I offered to let her sit in my lap after a little while, an offer that she gratefully accepted. She started squirming around in my lap not too long after, right on my lap. I offered her another beer and more popcorn. I then undid her bra and started massaging her breasts while kissing her neck, giving her all the more reason to stay in bed rather than go to the bathroom. An hour hadn’t even gone by, and she was frantically squirming in my lap. Eventually, I felt her first leak. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her hot piss fell right onto my crotch. I was so turned on at this point, so I ramped up the kissing and touching. I started whispering raunchy sentences into her ear, and eventually she turned her full attention to me rather than the movie. She was torn between staying and making love with me and breaking the seal and taking a much needed pee break. I turned off the tv and pulled off her panties and my boxers. I climbed on top of her and teased her pussy. I slowly entered her and began to make love to her. She locked her legs, out of horniness or desperation, I don’t know, but what happened next I think I’ll remember forever. She finally couldn’t take it and started peeing full force onto my dick as I was fucking her. This was too much for my dick to handle, and I instantly came in her. We laid there, still in each others arms, trying to catch our breath as she emptied her bladder underneath me. After she finished peeing, I ate her out to orgasm and released my own bladder all over her body. We cuddled in our big puddle for a while and didn’t say anything. Our hearts were still racing, and we were still in shock from how amazing it was. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t last that long, your pee just felt too good.” She laughed and said, “don’t apologize, that was fucking amazing.” ”You know what I was doing right?” “I caught on when you started to offer me more and more beer. But you planned that out wonderfully.” “It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to clean this up.” “I think we’ll have to throw this whole mattress out.” We started to clean up after a while. We took a shower together and threw our underwear and the sheets in the laundry. But we were so energized from that whole ordeal that we couldn’t sleep, so we grabbed some more beer and sat outside, cuddling and taking about whatever. Her seal was broken, so she kept peeing every 10 minute. Eventually, she stopped going back inside and would just stand up, spread her legs, and let it go in the backyard. After we decided to call it a night, she put on a diaper, since it was nearly inevitable that she would wet the bed with her weakened bladder. The next day, I got to wake up to the sight of my wife, wearing nothing but a diaper, doing a little potty dance while making breakfast. She put on a pull up before changing into her clothes for the day because we had some errands to run, like mattress shopping.
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I run into the living room, landing in a giggly heap on the sofa. My bladder bulges, forcing me to toss and turn with pain. The insides of my legs feel wet. “What are you up to in there?” My love calls knowingly from the kitchen. I wedge a hand under my skirt, and when I feel how wet my panties are I have to cover my mouth to stop an excited cry. “If I come out there and find pee on the floor, you know you’re in big trouble?” She shouts from the mixing bowl. I look up, checking my route from the hallway. There’s no hiding the trail of damp spots on the rug. I would get up and hurriedly pat them dry, but the desperation pins me down. It’s so cruel of her to ban me from the bathroom like this. So cruel but so nice. Devilishly so. I squirm about, wondering what she will do. “Charlie!” I hear her shout like a disappointed parent. “Charlie I told you not the rug!” She stands in the kitchen doorway, apron tied neatly and cake mixing spoon in hand. I look at her, frozen on the sofa, cheeks blushing. The anticipation starts to fizz inside me. I know what’s coming and I like it. “Get on the floor now, naughty girl.” The words spit out of her mouth. “Your house training is getting worse, and I’m not having it.” I carefully do as she says, kneeling to face the sofa with my ballooning bladder hanging from my body. She walks over and I tense more than ever. There’s silence as she lifts my skirt with the tip of the spoon, checking the evidence. “I’m sorry.” I whimper. “But I have to go.” “And why can’t you use your spot in the bedroom?” It’s true. We have an agreed corner where I’m allowed to make a puddle, day or night. It’s also where the laundry often ends up, and sometimes I go on that before loading the machine. “I didn’t feel like it.” I shyly whisper. She repeats my words, feigning an anger that makes my heart race. Without warning, she claims the sofa as her own. Pulling me over her lap, she has me face-down and vulnerable before her. I try to reach my crotch, knowing if I don’t keep my hand there I may lose the bladder battle. But try as I might she stops me, grappling with my wrists and forcing my hands behind my back. “Cake.” She whispers in my ear, tickling my face with her hair before pecking my cheek with a soft kiss. In a brief loving moment I know our safe word. Anxiety and nerves swell within me. Pee threatens to trickle from my lap to hers. I catch myself and keep every muscle as tense as I can. Before I know it my skirt’s up over my back and wet panties are pulled to my thighs. A shiver runs through me as the cold spoon rest upon skin, pausing before being lifted high into the air. My heart stops. I whimper. Then ‘ouch!’ I jump with the sting, barely noticing the squirt of pee that leaps from me and over the sofa. “No!” She shouts, hitting me again and receiving the same golden return. “I can’t stop it.” I moan, writhing around on her lap as blow after blow lashes my little bottom. With every contact another spurt rains down on her. Before I know it she’s braking out in giggles, the stern role-play fading into uncontrolled corpsing. “I can’t do it. You’re too cute.” She laughs, kissing my bottom and teasing my swollen lips. It’s all too much. I squirm, rolling over and curling into a ball to resist the tickling hands. But I can’t get away. A rollercoaster of sensations is hitting me. My burning need to pee, her feather-like touches and intense strokes blurring the line between pleasure and discomfort. All at once it’s happening. I’m spasming and peeing, heart ablaze with joy. Aching muscles relax. The relief of release is causing tremors of pleasure. Seeing what’s happing, she stops tickling and holds me tightly. My breaths are shallow. Short moans escape. “It’s ok,” she comforts me as I wet the both of us. Here I am, an overgrown kitten balled up and peeing in her owners lap. And there she is, hugging me and stroking my hair. The hot rush is flooding my underwear. I hear it hiss through clothes and patter over the floor. I wonder how she feels with my warm pee coursing through her own undies, and smile at the unlikely thought of her secretly peeing too. We stay like that after I’ve finished, cuddling and kissing while her devious fingers find something to play with. My bladder feels completely empty, yet as she touches me the warmth of a few more dribbles graces her hand. The orgasm comes soon and is everything I could have wanted. It feels somehow pure and perfect. Loving and calm. A moment of silence lets our hearts settle. Then she lets me lick the batter from the spoon, and we sit together, where we belong. …we’re also sitting in a pool of my pee, which arguably isn’t where we belong but that didn’t sound so poetic. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
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Hi! This post will be a long one so apologies in advance. (I did post this in the role playing realm as well but it’s honestly not limited to role playing. I just want someone to chat with!) If you’ve seen my recent posts, you’ll know that in August, I will finally have a week to try out diapers and fulfill all of my sexual fantasies! In addition to this, I’d love to have one, although preferably two doms to role play/chat with as that always turns me on. I have a preference for women but I’m fine with men as well. While I won’t be able to be in diapers until late August, I’m starting the search for two doms now so that we can get to know one another before then and have some real fun once the diapers come in. We can chat here or through Discord and while I would LOVE for you to send voice messages, it’s certainly not a requirement. I, myself, am not comfortable sending voice messages so I will only be texting. However, I am happy to send (amateur) pictures and videos of my activities.😉 *Please respect that all pictures will be faceless. I am not comfortable with showing my face* I am into both humiliation and praise so a balance of the two are a must! I am looking for a person to role play as my Mommy or Daddy while I send pictures and videos (so commenting on my diapers, sending sexy voice memos, possibly setting rules for me, and overall just turning me on). So what’s in it for you? I’m basically interested in trying all of the tags in this post. Some things I intend to do throughout this week of bliss: -Wear diapers (duh!) The more bulky and babyish the better! -Wear diapers under ballet tights and a leotard (there’s something so adorable about this to me) -Holding challenges -Wet and mess my diapers -Hump a pillow while needing to pee/hump a pillow while peeing/hump a pillow after I’ve used my diaper (this is the most important one to me as pillow jumping just turns me on) -I want to buy a hitachi wand (any sugar daddies out there who want to buy it for me in exchange of a video?😇) and use it on the outside of my diaper -crotch holding and potty dancing while also grinding on things to hold my pee pee in -I think I have a few puppy pads left that I would also like to pee on If any of this sounds like something you’d enjoy, let me know! I can’t wait to chat😘
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The other night I was as comfortable as one can be on my man's lap. My legs were to the side of him as my arms wrapped around his neck. We were making out and being cute as newlyweds do. The urgency for bladder relief was growing faster. Most likely from the glass of wine (red) I previously enjoyed. "I need to pee" I informed him, as I tried to get off his lap. "Than go pee" he encouraged, unfortunately he continued to hold me and started kissing around my neck . "We agreed to space it out(omorashi)" I reminded in a soft whisper as I enjoyed his kissing. "Hold it then" he said, not letting up. At this point it was a now or never. I had a good hold of 6 hours, and I was aroused as it was. I bit my lip and begged for him to let me go. "No one is making you hold it in" he laughed. I closed my eyes and gasped as I felt a hand go under my camisole, holding me by one of my breasts. I started to pee as the pressure was getting a bit much. His hand moved to my vaginal area through my skirt as he began to rub and press in. "Maybe I like you wet" he teased. My skirt was soon getting wetter and wetter as I made peace with it. I peed all over my guys lap as he continued to rub it in. I felt his excitement through his pants, it was very hard (excuse the pun .) to ignore. I finished after a good minute or so, so it felt. I stood up and told him. "Let's go finish this" I giggled as I took his hand and lead him to the bedroom for some relief in other ways. ;)
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I am lucky to be polyamorous and have a few different partners I practice omo with, especially my husband and I, sometimes with our mutual boyfriend too (we are all pansexual). Usually I'm the one having an accident. It's fun just by itself but it's also fun to come up with roleplay scenarios to heighten the drama. What are some of your own favorite scenarios people could pretend to act out? Some things we've played with are maid who's not allowed to use the toilet in a rich person's house but has an accident while cleaning, lap sitting and other accidental wetting while getting carried away with makeouts or sex, and even some elaborate magical fantasy scenarios where there would be magical consequences for having an accident, stuff like that. Usually with D/s type and fake humiliation/embarrassment. It's very playful and fun and we're always trying to come up with new things to try. I'd love to get more ideas lol.
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WHEN: Spring 2023 WHERE: By a large body of salt water in a warm climate somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere. I walked into the master bathroom at our rented beach house and set the white plastic laundry basket on the closed toilet seat and bent down to pick up some pieces of clothing that had been left on the floor overnight. Among the items were my wife's swimwear bottoms and a pair of cotton underwear. The underwear was a light green color with a blue and red diamond-shaped pattern. But the middle of it was mildly yellowed; the yellowing extended a little ways back and most of the way up the front. The swimwear bottoms were even worse for wear, as while the black outside showed no hints or signs, the normally white interior lining was a mottled mix of various shades of yellow. I smiled, remembering the previous day and evening, as I put the soiled laundry into the laundry basket and carried the basket to the washing machine. At about 10:30 the night before, my wife and I had been sitting in outdoor folding chairs on the sand by the beach. Aside from the stars overhead and out over the water and the dim porch lights of the row of homes about fifty yards behind us (dimmed by local ordinance out of respect for the marine life), it was dark. We could see each other but only as dark, shadowy figures, and the ocean before us was black to the horizon. Waves lapped at the sandy shore every three or four seconds. My wife got up out of her chair. I heard her slide her pajama pants down and then she crouched low to the sand. She held on to my hand for support and over the sounds of the waves I heard a gush of pee hit the sand. It lasted for a good ten seconds before subsiding. Then, with nothing to wipe with, she pulled her underwear and pajama bottoms back up and sat down in her chair. It didn't matter that she had nothing to wipe with, however. Her underwear and pajamas were already wet, I knew. The only reason she got up out of her chair this time was that she knew this wasn't going to be a mere little leak but a flood. The can of beer she'd enjoyed over the past half hour guaranteed it. I had made the discovery of the wet pajamas and underwear about ten minutes prior when I moved my right hand to set it between her legs and felt dampness. There was a wet patch about the size of a grapefruit on her pajama bottoms. I then felt inside and her underwear was wet from about two inches below the waist elastic down to where I could feel no farther due to the firm mesh fabric of the chair. It was no surprise to me, however. Though my wife can ordinarily hold her pee for hours, that all goes out the window anytime she is near water like a beach, a rushing creek or river, or a shower. If we hadn't been alone that late in the evening, with the kids and our friends who had accompanied us on this trip to the beach all in bed by this time, she would have either needed to still be wearing her black swimsuit or else discretely, secretly wearing a diaper. In fact, the last time we'd spent a week by a body of water she'd spent most evenings wearing either a diaper or pull-up under her clothes, not once leaving it dry at the end of the evening. But alas, several months prior she'd made the decision she no longer enjoyed diapers and even in a situation like this where she knew she would be leaky, they were simply out of the question. It was always the water that did it. Like I said, if we're inland she can go for hours without peeing, even after drinking two bottles of water. But if she's standing at the sink, like to rinse dishes and load the dishwasher, sometimes she has to quickly dart to the nearest restroom. If we're hiking as a family by a stream or river, even the kids know that Mom might have to suddenly get off the trail, hide behind a bush or tree, and take care of business. So whenever we are near water, my wife is most comfortable if she is wearing her black two-piece that has a built-in skirt that comes most of the way down her thighs. The black fabric and the skirt work to conceal the evidence and no one is any the wiser unless, like me, they're doing laundry and get a glimpse at the inside. As I started the laundry before gathering the family to a breakfast of bacon, eggs and pancakes, my mind wandered back to the black swim bottoms with the built-in skirt -- which was now going to get cleaned and freshened for another day, washing away all the signs of the previous day. I knew I'd been entirely unaware of most of the times over the previous day that the swim bottoms had become progressively yellower. It was inevitable when there is a spurt here, a leak there, every five to ten minutes. But I remembered a few instances I'd been lucky enough to catch and share in. At about 3:30 in the afternoon the wind had come up and the already choppy surf had become too strong for us to comfortably enjoy wading and light swimming. Wave height was about four feet and that gets to be a real workout jumping or leaping to avoid going under with each wave. The kids were building sand castles about fifteen yards down the beach and our friends had gone for a stroll together so it was just the two of us. My wife laid down in the warm sand to rest. It had been about 20 minutes since she'd last been in the water and given that it was a very warm day with a brisk wind and bright sunshine, her swimsuit was almost completely dry. But when no one was looking, I felt under her skirt. The cloth there was anything but dry and when I didn't move my hand right away, a hot spurt of pee splashed through my fingers. When she got up a few minutes later to go check on the kids, the sand underneath her was dry but for a circle about a foot across that had clearly been recently moistened. I kicked dry sand over it to hide the evidence. About 45 minutes prior we'd been in the water together. It was a breezy day and the waves were a little higher than we might have preferred. Neither of us are particularly powerful swimmers so we enjoy wading and getting in the water up to our shoulders, jumping to be caught by the waves and pulled a little bit. But these waves were big enough that my wife was actually getting thrown a little bit by them, and several times in the last few minutes had even gone under and come up sputtering, or needed to swim out of a wave. (For those who are wondering, no, this was not rip current conditions. Just a yellow flag day.) She started to feel tired out and so was clinging to me, being carried on my hip like she might carry our toddler. In the water she is so light that I can pick her up with just one hand. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as I jumped through the waves, carrying her over them. And, reader, I know that you know what happened next. In the cool-but-comfortable water that went up to my neck, suddenly all the water around my hips felt warm. A hot jet of water pressed into my skin. I could feel it a little on the hand that was under my wife, supporting her and holding her up too. She had peed on me. Of course, this wasn't that much of a shock. It wasn't even the first time that it had happened this way today, but the third or fourth. Earlier in the day, about 11 AM, we got out of the water to get ready for lunch. I sat in the sand watching the water while the kids put their sand toys back in buckets so they wouldn't be blown away in the wind or washed away as the tide came in. My wife sat down next to me and I knew it was inevitable she'd either just leaked or was about to, so I whispered she should instead climb up onto my lap. "But what if people see?" she whispered back. "They won't know any better," I said. "It's normal for a wife to climb into her husband's lap every now and then. Our friends have done the same. No one knows about the pee though and won't suspect a thing." So she climbed into my lap, sitting on my left thigh. And a few seconds later, if someone had been close enough to see and been staring at my thigh (but no one was close enough) they would have seen a stream of liquid running down it and into the sand for several seconds. I remembered also how the day before, our first full day at the beach, that we'd gone on a walk as a group. The four adults walked together and the kids were on ahead a little ways. We walked about a half mile up the beach collecting shells. At one point I fell behind by ten feet or so and walked behind my wife while still being close enough for keeping up conversation. I did this for the "view" -- and I was not disappointed as every so often I saw a little stream go down the inner side of my wife's legs, or a few drops falling from under the skirt. She was walking in wet sand so as to not leave any "trail", our kids were too far ahead to see, and our friends were walking directly to the left so they too had no view. But I had a view -- a mighty nice one. Epilogue: We were at the beach for eight days in all. The events in this account took place on the second full day. After the laundry was done we all got changed into warm, dry swimwear and walked out to the beach again for our third full day there. (This was a mostly private stretch of beach with only homeowners and vacation renters on it. Not a crowded public beach.) The first time we got in the water my wife grabbed my hand and put it between her legs and I felt the first spurt of pee of the day, about two seconds of hot water in the cool waves. This was a calmer, warmer day and we spent a lot of time in the water, and since she was in the water a lot she made no effort to hold her pee at all, letting out a spurt whenever she felt it. I probably felt it about fifteen times (including a few times with my hand discreetly inside her swimsuit) and that's not counting the many times I wasn't right at her side to feel it. This continued each day we were there. When we made a stop driving home, she commented in a whisper, "I wish I didn't have to hold my pee again." However, she must have been able to read my thoughts because she added quickly, "But there isn't anything I'm willing to do anymore when we're away from the beach or water." That's held true, so I guess it's time to plan another trip to a lake or ocean!
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Here's a story written by myself and my boyfriend. These are our OCs from a dead fandom (which I don't exactly know much about, I was just asked to make an OC and I became attached). I'll attach some images when my boyfriend is finished drawing my OC, but I'll give some quick descriptions: Maarin: Tall, and too thin from not taking care of himself. He's 6', has long, thick black hair that goes to his thighs, and grey skin with violet undertones. He has tall horns and violet eyes with yellow corneas. Physicality, he looks around 25. Arctil: Gruff, incredibly hairy. Stout, with plenty of muscle, but under a round stomach with thick thighs. He's 5'5. Grey skin with red undertones and medium length, fat horns. He has red eyes with yellow corneas. Physically he looks 35 Issane: Short and skinny, but a plump ass. Shoulder length black hair, which has a pink stripe. He has short round horns. He's 4'11 and his eyes are pink with yellow corneas. His skin is grey with pink undertones. Physicality he's 24 They are all gods of their world, but they didn't start out their lives that way. They change their outward appearance when they go out usually so that they can live "normal" lives. --- This story will have wetting, diapers, and a focus on humiliation, and maybe pet play and collars. There will be cgl undertones, but it isn't meant to be a huge aspect of this story. Some of the tags haven't happened yet, but there's more I'd like to add to this story, so they'll be added later. My boyfriend has a spanking kink, and I hope I wrote it correctly, but if I didn't suggestions and tips are 100% welcome and encouraged, and that goes for anything. Now to get on with the story! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Here you go," Maarin says, handing Issane another cup of tea. Issane drinks it quickly, too focused on his game to notice his rapidly filling bladder. He’ll happily spend his day exploring dungeons and building towers. It isn’t until he begins squeezing his legs tightly together that he notices just how badly he has to pee, and after far too many cups of tea. He carefully scoots off of his plush chair. Issane hobbles his way to the bathroom as quickly as his little legs will carry him, but to his dismay, it’s locked. He quietly knocks on the door with one hand, the other grabbing himself to try to keep the flood in. "C-can I come in p-pleasse?" "Just a moment," Maarin answers back. Issame bites his lip, he doesn’t think he has a moment. He lets out a low whine. He knocks again, "Maarin, please, can I come in?" Despite how tightly he squeezes his legs together, or how desperately he holds himself, he can feel drops running down his legs. He whimpers, legs shaking. Arctil chooses that moment to walk in the front door. He sets his black cowboy hat on a hook by the door, smiling all the way, before turning the corner into the hallway. "M-Maarin?" He begs, eyes filling with tears. He couldn't have another accident, Arctil had made his threat very clear for if he had another. Issane didn't want it to come to that. It was too much, too humiliating. He could control himself! Even if… sometimes, he didn’t make it. It wasn’t like it happened that often, right? Maarin and Arctil didn’t seem to have an issue like his but.. It was Maarin's fault anyway for hogging the bathroom, never mind the fact that it hadn't been very long since he knocked on the door. "I'm home early! What're you guys—" he stops, inspecting the scene before him. Issane, humiliated from being found in such a state, knocks again. "Pleeease! I- I'm going tt-to—" Hearing Arctil's voice, Maarin opens the door, and sets a hairbrush down on the bathroom counter. He holds the door with one hand, the other on the door frame. Issane’s battle is soon over. Issane looks up at Maarin, and he means to push him out of the way, or at least make an attempt to, but the moment he takes a small step he feels warmth beneath his fingers, and roll down his tiny, wound up legs. He looks down and sees the piss creating a large wet patch on his light brown pants. He tries to stop the flow, but he's lost all control. He continues to make a mess right in front of the bathroom. So, so close. Both Arctil and Maarin are staring at him, Arctil with a mixture of bewilderment and fascination. Maarin’s eyes are calculating, and Issane can see a hint of a smirk, but he’s not quite sure what it means. It tells Arctil all he needs to know. The puddle grows beneath his feet, and Maarin has to take a step back to avoid it. Issane's face grows hot, and with the overwhelming emotions he forgets how to speak, not that he'd know what to say anyway. "I-I I- uhm—" he stammers. Arctil crosses his arms and looks at the two of them. "I guess someone DOES need some 'protection'" Arctil says while looking at the puddle, which has finally stopped growing, going just beyond the bathroom door, spreading halfway to Arctil’s feet. "and someone else needs a lesson to know he needs to be nice." This time looking pointedly at Maarin. Maarin shifts uncomfortably, "I don't know what you mean. Clearly he just can't control himself, being so small and all," Too ashamed to speak, Issane steps out of the puddle and takes off his soaked socks. Maarin steps to his left, never taking his eyes off Arctil. Issane goes into the bathroom and shamefully places his sopping socks into the hamper. He grabs a dirty towel to clean up his puddle of mortification. "I know you were in the bathroom on purpose." "I was only in there for five minutes!" Issane quietly cleans up the floor, hoping to not draw any attention to himself, tears slipping down his face all the way. "Can I trust you not to make any more messes while I 'take care' of this over here?" Arctil says, gesturing to Maarin. Face still burning, Issane nods, trembling slightly. "And don't think I've forgotten about your punishment, either." Arctil leads Maarin into the other room, holding him by the fin. Issane can soon hear the telltale thawp. Maarin’s echoed pleas and sobs can be heard clearly throughout the small house. "But I didn't do anything!" Issane, still in his damp, quickly cooling pants, grabs the mop from the kitchen. He shivers as he mops. After thoroughly cleaning the floor, Issane steps into the bedroom and watches a familiar scene. "Put your hands on your head, and get your ass in that corner." Arctil takes notice of Issane’s presence, but doesn’t address him just yet. "You should know better than that, and you knew I'd be mad, and what would happen." Maarin stares at the corner and sniffs, but mumbles under his breath, "not my fault..." "What was that?" Arctil gives him another thawp. Arctil turns with his back now facing where Maarin stands. "Now, what am I supposed to do with you?" Arctil raises an eyebrow, taking in the wet boy before him. Issane shuffles forward, and Arctil grabs his small wrists and pulls him onto his lap and over his knee. Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. "You should've known better. You should be able to control yourself better than that pitiful sight I saw today." Thawp. "I-" sniffle "tried, but I—" Issane realizes something then, something he should have guessed already, but had somehow already forgotten. "The tea! This is Maarin's fault!" Sniffle. "Tea, Maarin? "I don't know what he's talking about." He says too quickly. "H-he was bringing me tea all day! I jus' thought he was being nice..." Sniffle. Arctil sighs, his hands full once again. "You should've realized at some point. You didn't think that was a suspicious amount of tea?" "N-no. I was… Distracted. And it did taste nice..." Issane's face was once again burning in shame. Arctil was right. He was always right. He stares at the floorboard, still positioned over Arctil’s lap. Thawp. Arctil pulls off Issane's pants and underwear to continue the spanking, throwing them off into a corner. Arctil begins spanking in earnest. "Stooop! Please! It wasn't m-my fault!" The pain was getting worse, and Issane couldn't stay still any longer, his legs kicking uncontrollably. "Stop! I'll be good! I'll be good!" Arctil doesn't stop. "I wouldn't have to do this if you could control yourself, would I?" Arctil rests his large hand on Issane's now very pink ass, giving it a slow rub, "but I guess you're just too small, huh?" Issane hides his face as well as he can, already painfully aware of his size, especially splayed across Arctil's lap as he was. Maarin snickers from his corner, glad to not be in the same position. "I haven't forgotten about you either, Maarin. Your punishment isn't over yet, especially not now." Maarin gulps audibly. Arctil continues his spanking. Issane tries to get away, but Arctil is no match for him, and he's held firmly in place. He continues until Issane is an incoherent mess of tears and pleas. When he’s finally finished with him, Arctil, very gently, leads him to a corner on the opposite end of the room from Maarin. "Turn around and look at me." "Y-yes daddy." Maarin timidly turns to face Arctil. "Now, why did you do that to Issane today?" is voice is stern, commanding. Maarin mumbles something indistinguishable. "What was that?" Arctil says, placing his hand on the back of Maarin’s neck. "Because he beat me at chess," pause, "D-daddy." "Because— because he beat you at chess? Did I hear that correctly?" Arctil pinches the bridge of his nose. Maarin hesitantly nods. "With your words, Maarin" "Y-yes that's why, Daddy." "You thought that this was a better option than, say, a rematch?" "Yes, Daddy." That did make more sense, didn't it? The heat on his face almost matched that on his bottom. "Okay then, come here." Arctil sighs and takes off his belt. He instructs Maarin to put his hands on the wall. "I'll give you 10 strikes for that, but I'm not holding back. Count for me. If you don't, I'll start allll over" Arctil caresses his belt as he stares at Maarin hungrily. He takes a deep breath, he needed to be composed for this. "Y-yes Daddy." . Thwump "One." Thwump. "Two." And it continues until Maarin can barely get the words out. "N-n-I-ne." Twump. "T-tennn!" Maarin is a blithering mess, not a hint of his usual decorum in sight. Arctil gently takes Maarin into his arms and pets his hair. "You know why I had to do that, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." It barely comes out as more than a whisper. Arctil kisses the top of his head. "You did very good. Now stand right there while I finish with Issane." Arctil takes Issane by the arm, dragging him over to the bed where he gently pushes him down. "Stay right there." Arctil strides over to the closet where he pulls out a bundle of supplies. He carefully carries it over to the bed, where he sets his implements. Arctil looks at Issane for a moment before saying in a stern, but gentle voice, "You know what's about to happen, don't you?" Issane nods. "What was that?" "Yes, Daddy." He whispers. “Good boy.” Arctil riffles through his supplies and pulls out a packet of wipes. He tenderly lifts Issane's legs and begins cleaning off any residue from his earlier accident. The wipes irritate his pink bottom, making Issane whimper pitifully. Arctil takes some lotion and lovingly applies it to Issane's sore ass. "You might get some lotion too, Maarin, if you weren't so naughty today." Maarin isn't sure if he's supposed to answer to that, so he gives a small "Yes, Daddy." Next, was the more difficult part. Issane's legs still in the air, Arctil slides the fluffy garment under him. "No! I'll be good! I'll be good! I'm not a baby!" "I told you what the consequences would be if you pissed yourself again, and here we are." "But it wasn't my f-fault!" "You should have noticed something was up sooner. And if you could pay more attention to your body, then maybe you’d be in a better position. And if it really wasn't your fault, then maybe you do need this. You sad, little thing.” "O-okay" Issane guessed he was right, and it made sense once he'd said it, but he'd really tried. Didn't that count for something? "What was that?" "Y-yes Daddy." Issane thought he was all out of tears, but newfound humiliation started it all again. Arctil lead Issane off the bed and turned to look once again at a now pouting Maarin. "And now, neither of you are allowed to wear pants for the rest of the day. So then everyone knows just how naughty you were today." Issane and Maarin look at eachother in horror. “But— “ “You can’t— “ they shout in unison. “No arguing. Now into the kitchen, I’m starving. Have you guys even eaten anything today?” “Uhmm…” Issane mumbles something, and Maarin stays silent. “For fuck's sake, you two, what have you done all day?” Arctil gives them a little shove from their behind and ushers them into the kitchen. “Well, get on, then.” Shamefully they shuffle forward, trying to hide the evidence of their punishment, both attempting to pull down their shirts to hide their behinds. Arctil swats their hands away, “that’s to be seen, not hidden.” Arctil brushes past them into the kitchen to find something to make. “You know, I wanted to go out tonight, but I think you two would be opposed to that now.” They look at each other, hopefully. “No, you’d still have to bare your punishments, but for all the world to see.” “Oh. “ Issane says softly. Maarin flushes thinking about the scenario proposed. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Arctil makes a show of looking in all the cabinets and frowning. “Hmm… Maybe we’ll order something? Yeah, I think we’ll do that. Now sit at the table while I call it in.” The two naughty boys look at the hard wooden chairs in front of them. Issane sits first and winces as he does. Maarin takes a deep breath and whimpers when his sore ass touches the hard surface. Maarin felt almost jealous of Issane’s padding, almost. Arctil holds the phone with his shoulder as he sits juice boxes and apple slices in front of them. He makes a motion for them to eat as he continues to order. When he’s done ordering, he picks up an apple and takes a large bite, juice getting in his beard. “Can you two behave when I go get our food, or will I have to take you with me?” When he thinks no one is looking, Issane sneaks an apple slice onto Maarin’s plate. Arctil raises his eyebrows, but chooses not to say anything. Arctil makes a quick decision and sighs, “Okay, you two better not move. I’ll be right back, and I’ll know if you get up.” “Yes, Daddy.” they say in unison. Arctil grabs his keys and looks behind him as he slowly makes his way to the door. He walks out the front door, but opens it back quickly after, just to do a quick peek. “Be good.” and he’s off. “We can’t get up at all?” Issane whines. He wiggles in his seat. “I don’t want to sit here.” “Well, it’s your fault we’re sitting here, so I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” “No it isn’t!” “Well, you let it happen.” “I- I guess you’re right.” Issane feels tears prickling at his eyes. He sniffles sadly. Maarin, in a rare moment of sympathy, feels bad for what he’s done. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry. You’re still pathetic, but I shouldn’t have made it worse.” They sit in silence for a few minutes, lost in their thoughts, and memories of earlier events. “Would you tell on me if I snuck to the bathroom while he’s gone?” Maarin smirks, “What, do you have to pee already?” Issane whines sadly in response, and mumbles something about tea. “Oh, okay. I won’t tell. But only if you don’t tell him if I get up, either.” “Okay, deal.” Maarin stands up and stretches his long limbs, feeling the sting on his ass as he gets off of the wooden chair. Issane begins his way to the bathroom when he realizes something important. How would he take it off and put it back on without Arctil knowing? “Maarin, he’ll know, won’t he?” Maarin thinks for a moment, “He probably would, yeah.” Issane presses his thighs together. “This isn’t fair.” “Come here,” Maarin opens up his arms, and Issane steps into them. “I’m sorry.” Issane whispers. Maarin feels a pang in his chest. He holds Issane tighter. “Let’s say it was both of our faults. I’m sorry, too.” The door suddenly swings open, Arctil holding far more bags of food than would be reasonable if it weren’t, well, Arctil. They freeze in place, their stomach in knots. “I thought I told you two not to move? But I’m glad you’ve made up at least.” Arctil says as he places his many bags on the table. Issane and Maarin relax their shoulders and let out a collective sigh of relief. Before they can do anything else, however, Arctil gives them both a firm swat on their rumps. Arctil sets out many dishes of food and begins filling three plates for them all. “Alright, come sit down, you idiots.” Arctil goes to the fridge as they get settled, grabbing himself a beer and violet and pink colored lemonade for his naughty boys. Once Arctil is settled, they begin eating their dinner. Maarin has a plate of smiley face fries, popcorn shrimp, and a side salad. Issane has a side of spinach, smoked salmon, and smiley face fries as well. Arctil has everything. Salmon, a steak, popcorn shrimp, mashed potatoes, spinach, a pile of rolls, and a cup of corn. Issane winces as he takes a sip of lemonade and wiggles in his seat. Maarin puts a comforting hand on his thigh. “You two okay over there?” They both nod. Arctil raises an eyebrow, but decides to leave it for now. He finishes quickly and downs his beer. He takes his dishes to the sink and looks over to see how close they were to being finished. They’d barely even started. He sighs. Do they always have to eat so slowly? Issane suddenly pushes his plate away and spits something into a napkin. The smiley fries were gone, but the spinach was nearly untouched. “I- I’m not hungry anymore.” he looks a bit ill. “Okay, if you say so. But you’ll be eating more at breakfast tomorrow.” Arctil thinks for a moment, “you’re not wet, are you?” he walks towards Issane about to check. Issane shakes his head furiously. “No! I’m not! I’m not!” “But he probably will be soon.” Maarin mumbles into his drink. Maarin pushes his plate back, his shrimp and smileys gone. “I’m done.” and he finishes his drink. “Well, then I guess it’s time for bed, since you two had such an eventful day.” Feeling subdued, they don’t argue, just follow Arctil into the bedroom. “Now I think you need something to remind you to be good. Come here Maarin.” Maarin steps forward, and Arctil pulls him over his lap. “Just a few swats as a reminder, Okay?” “Yes Daddy.” Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. “Wait, wait! Let me up!” Maarin squirms and struggles against Arctil. “Oh? Why should I do that?” “I- I have to…” the last part of his sentence inaudible. “You have to what?” “I have to… pee.” Maarin struggles a bit, but is held firmly in place. Arctil gives another hard swat to Maarin’s behind. Maarin whimpers. “S-stop!” “Should I?” He continues. Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. Maarin is shaking, from the effort, the pain, and the overwhelming sensations and emotions. He felt like a live wire curled into a ball. “P-please…” Arctil continues. It only takes a couple more swats and Maarin involuntarily relaxes, a quiet gasp escaping him, Arctil’s lap becoming wet. “Nooo…” he lets out a strangled whine. “Now you know how Issane felt, don’t you?” Maarin can only nod pitifully in response, shame radiating off of him. “If something like this happens again, you’ll be padded with him.” He looks seriously into Maarin’s eyes, making sure he gets the gravity of the situation. Arctil gently sets Maarin on a wooden stool in the corner. Arctil removes his pants, revealing a pronounced erection in his underwear. “Come here, Issane.” Issane makes small steps forward, trying to keep his legs as close together as possible, but also trying not to be too obvious about his clear need. Arctil grabs Issane’s wrist and pulls him onto his lap. Arctil’s knee presses painfully into his bladder. Arctil gently rubs his back before beginning. Thawp. Thawp. That’s all it takes before a loud hissing sound can be heard. Arctil can feel the diaper grow warm when he gives a last couple of swats. Arctil sets Issane gently on his feet before pulling him in for a hug. "Hush now, it's alright, I'm done now." He lets him go then places a finger underneath his chin, making him lift his face so that he'll meet his gaze. "You did well, honey. You took it very well." He runs his hand down the front of Issane's diaper, and it takes all of Issane's willpower to not buck against his hand. He knows better than to do that, but the idea of his daddy's rough fingers pressing his soiled padding against his miniscule bulge, rubbing it into him…. Issane can only whine when Arctil removes his hand, and shoots him a warning look. He turns his attention to Maarin then, who had curled into himself on the stool, legs drawn up to his face, revealing plainly his battered ass and sticky thighs. "Alright now, sweetheart, you can come over here now too. You're not in any more trouble." At this, he seems to perk up, and shakily walks over, though he's unable to meet either of their eyes. Arctill places a hand on his lower back. "Honey, I know it hurts, and I know you're ashamed, so I want you to listen closely. You need to apologize to Issane and really mean it, and if you can do that, we'll put this whole thing behind us, and we can all get some much needed rest. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart?"
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