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“Wet yourself now” We have just started the train ride to the town where we´ll spend the weekend. I sit with my partner in a “6 seats around a table” group on a fully crowded train. Before we left I decided to put on a pull-up to get the right vacation feeling. When I shift position in the seat I can feel the padding, but it isn´t big enough to show through my jeans. 30 minutes in on the ride I receive a text message on the phone. It´s from S. All it says is “Wet yourself now”. We have talked about how I want him to have some power over when and how I´ll wet during parts of the weekend, but I didn´t expect this. What will my shy bladder think of this? “This will take some time, but I´ll let you know!” I say. It´s a three hour train ride, and I try to read but it´s hard to concentrate with all this excitement about trying to relax my muscles and still not let it show on my face to the strangers in front of me. I tense my legs to ease just a tiny bit from the seat, then relax my pelvic floor, and I can feel it almost happening, but nothing comes out. I repeat it several times, to no avail, but my bladder is filling up from the water I´ve been drinking, and I´m starting to get small urges to pee. After an hour there is a train stop where a lot of people are getting off. When the people sitting opposite us leave their seats, I finally have the space to stretch my legs a bit forward. I try again, and feel the warmth of a little spurt of pee coming out. I look at my partner and say “Now. Finally”. I still had no relief from those few drops, and when S says “Do it again” I push a little and a stream is coming out big enough to give me just a small relief, but not much. I wouldn´t risk leaking through the pull-up on the seat. “Now wait until we get off, then you may stand and look at your phone and keep on” S says. There´s 30 minutes left, my bladder is full. There´s no urgency, but I´m really looking forward to get off the train. We´re finally off the train standing in the sunshine next to the train platform. As I put down my backpack to take off my sweater, I´m already peeing. I pick up my phone to search for the hotel location, but I can´t concentrate on anything else than the pee that keeps flowing. The release feels amazing and I do no effort to stop it as I feel the heat spread from my crotch area to the front and to the back. The padding between my legs is getting thicker, the pull-up must be at it´s max, but I feel no leaks, and then after maybe a minute of slow release I´m done. And I find the hotel location on the map. “300 meters. That´ll be an easy walk now that I don´t need to pee anymore”, I say with a big smile, and we head off to check-in at the hotel, where they have no idea I´m wearing a super wet diaper under my pants. “You could wet my pants!” It´s late at night, we´re all dressed up, we´ve had a couple of drinks and a walk by the river, and of course I have wet myself. My crotch is till warm, but the wet streaks down the inside of the legs of my black suit pants feel a bit chilly. We´re making out in a park area next to a bridge, and I see a spot between some benches that is a bit secluded. I sit down there on the wall and fully empty my bladder. It splashes down the wall between my legs and creates a puddle below. I´m surprised about how much I was still holding. S needs to pee, and we´re heading back to the hotel. There´s people everywhere, and I´m soaking wet, but I know the shiny wetness will soon soak into the fabric. As long as I just raise my head and smile, nobody will see what happened. Along the way we´re discussing whether S will pee the grey suit pants he´s currently wearing, or if he´ll just do it in his underwear since he didn´t bring many spare pants… “Now I know”, I say. “You could wet my pants!” Standing in the shower S opens the fly of my pants, and puts his cock in my underwear. We start kissing, and then I feel his concentration going elsewhere. And the warmth. He´s peeing my pants. The wet cold fabric is getting warmer again as his pee flows from my crotch and down my legs. We both sigh with pleasure, as he lets out spurt after spurt, and they become longer and longer. I alternate between full focus on my partner, the kissing and the naughty wonderful thing we´re just doing, and a fantasy triggered by the sensation of having pee flowing down my legs, without even feeling myself peeing. In this fantasy, no matter how hard I clench my sphincter, I still helplessly lose control while making out with my partner. I never want this to end. And it doesn´t. “It was an accident, I swear!” We´re doing a fun little role play in a park, starring ourselves. In this scenario we soon have an appointment at a tailor to custom order an expensive perfect fitting 3 piece suit for me (because that´s my partner´s fetish, in case you didn´t know). We´re chilling in the park on a hill in the sunshine, and everything is just fine until I accidently wet myself. “What?” he says when he notices the wet spot on my jeans shorts. “Is there still time to go back…” I say. “No, and what the fuck, why do you do this now? You could wet whenever you want, but NOW? What were you thinking?” “I didn´t mean to…” “Come on, of course you did… This thing we were supposed to do was really important for me, and I thought you were in on it, but you just don´t seem to care at all” “It was an accident, I swear!” “Stop that bullshit, I know you! You don´t ever have accidents!” “Yes I do!” “No, you don´t. You have a bladder of steel.” “Well actually… there´s some things I haven´t told you. I have actually been having some trouble lately… And some accidents. Like when I wet my jeans today on the way to the beach… It wasn´t on purpose… And some other times too.” “Wait… really? Why didn´t you say something?” “It was embarrassing!” “Embarrassing? What could possibly be embarrassing between you and me?” “You know… I´ve been proud of my holding abilities, it´s kind of been my thing, and now that it starts to fail, it´s just… embarrassing.” “Oh, I´m sorry. You can tell me anything, you know that don´t you? But come on, it´s no big deal. I´ll just give them a call to ask if we can show up later”. My partner picks up the phone. “Oh hello, this is S. Yeah, I´m sorry, but is it ok to delay it an hour or so? Yes, T has wet herself, so she needs to go home for a shower, and a change of pants. Ok, fine! Bye!” S looks at me with a grin and says “The end”. We both start laughing. We have a nice chill there in the sunshine for a while before I put a sweater around my waist and we go back to the hotel. (sidenote: Ironically enough I had an unplanned accident for real just two days after this play. Of course my partner didn´t believe me.) Thanks for letting me be myself. It´s Saturday night, and we´ve only been away for 1,5 days. During this time I´ve wet myself six times, in pants and pull-ups. Comparing to our weekends together during out first two years, this is a big step forward, and it´s just getting better and better. The fear I had of being “too much” if I allowed myself to fully indulge was always only in me, never because of him. We have both been scared, but we have also both put in a lot of work in the process to learn that it´s possible to free yourself from that fear, and now it´s paying off. We´re standing in the hallway. He looks at himself in the mirror. He looks at the perfection of his clothes, his suit, shirt and tie, that contrast to his hard dick sticking out of his pants. It turns him on like crazy, and I love to see him this way. I´m dressed up just like him, but with a hand down my pants, touching the outlines of the swollen diaper I have just peed in. It turns me on like crazy, and he loves to see me this way. Just half a year ago I wouldn´t have been comfortable doing this in front of him, to feel so exposed with the recently discovered new diaper love of mine. We´re still growing together, we´re still going forward. The room is hot, we´re sweating, but it doesn´t matter, we´re in this flow together, but also allowing each other to be apart, to have our own fetish space where the unexplainable physical and mental pleasures can flow free. It´s a freedom that grows and grows and erupts into a beautiful firework of not holding back, not trying to be anything else than what we are.

View File Wet Walk Clip Found this somewhere. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/02/2023 Category Female  

Hey there! This is an article that profiles a video taken at a casino where a woman allegedly wets herself non-nonchalantly in her chair while playing the slots. I'm posting this not so much to highlight the video discussed in the article, but rather the comments from casino workers that reveal a pattern of behavior involving hardcore gamblers just wetting themselves (sometimes with diapers) instead of leaving their slot machine or game table. Can any casino workers or visitors here confirm? [Link removed by administration]