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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    All Sarah videos, 15 files included
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  2. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    FYI, I know absolutely nothing about the series, yet I played the video games on the Gameboy Color for a long-ass time, I believe it was called Love Hina Pocket. I spent days trying to max out the affection levels of my favorite characters (Especially the blue girl, who I would later learn was Shinobu) and I loved all the cute expressions and chibi character designs of the girls. The only problem was, I only know how to read 2 languages, English and bad English, and the entire game was neither of them, which meant I had no idea what the characters were saying. And since it was a text-based game, it made things kind of difficult… Well, that was where the fun-factor was, because I got to make up my own story for the video game and the characters. The story in my head was that the last remaining humans on Earth were Keitaro and these girls, who barricaded themselves in this dormitory. And Keitaro was a horny bastard, and thought about nothing else, except procreation to save humanity, that’s why everybody beats on him. (Kinda like that one TV show Last Man on Earth) The samurai chick was a brave warrior who fought against the turtle uprising, (there’s a weird flying turtle in the game) and though the samurai girl’s heart was hardened by the hard years of battle, beneath her tough exterior, lays a much tougher exterior (I could never max out her affection levels, she’s mean.) The blue girl, Shinobu was the mediator of the bunch. No matter how much trouble Keitaro got into, she would always defend him, even when the others hated him…she’s too easy. The monkey girl (Kaolla) was a relative of Helm (Carrote666’s OC) They found her in the wild, after a fierce battle, and adopted her into the dorm as a pet. They even fixed her bedroom to look like a jungle. The drunk chick became a drunk as a coping mechanism to deal with the fact that Keitaro was the last thing on Earth with a penis. Naru, (my least favorite character by the way) she beats on him the most, because though they were lovers in the past, she knows that it is his job to re-populate the world with these other girls, and not just her. But that ain’t gonna stop her from wiping the floor with him. OH! And in this story, all the characters wore diapers as well, and Keitaro has an extreme diaper fetish, while the girls hate diapers, but have become incontinent as a result from exposure to the same gamma radiation that mutated the turtles into the intelligent killing machines that they are today. The rest of the girls became lesbians, to avoid Keitaro’s advances, except for when he gets them drunk. And then there’s Sarah, the cute blonde. Though she’s known for her temper, and everybody knows that she hates him the most, it’s all an act; at the end of the day, in the hot showers, once everybody else has gone to bed, Keitaro cradles his sexy diaper-baby in his hands. After she falls asleep of course, in the arms of her dormitory headmaster, where he gets the honor of changing her diaper…or squashing that shitty thing in his pervy hands…and that’s Love Hina.
  3. Sarah rubbed her eyes as she put her cereal bowl in the sink. She leaned her elbows on the counter, rubbing a brown bang out of her face. She was glad that it was weekend. Her job had been mentally draining, and having some time to herself was quite nice after a stressfull week. She walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. She opened the closet and looked inside. Inside she found multiple outfits; - A red dress, which she wore to parties - Light blue shorts for summer days - Dark grey pants for everyday use - A black skirt she wore when going out - Lightbrown yoga pants for tennis and other sports - A pink shirt she'd bought on sale - A cozy, black-and-white striped sweater for cold days - A grey hoody with red and blue text on it
  4. View File Sarah Master Folder All Sarah videos, 15 files included Submitter Mnlover1234 Submitted 03/26/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay
  5. Hello I thought it about time I made a contribution and recited an account concerning my wife Sarah. Since I last wrote I have witnessed just the one accident and that was fairly minor compared to some. Even so it is still worth telling. We had just had the weekly shopping delivered and there were a number of bags of food left just inside the front door; once the delivery man had left. Between us Sarah and I moved them through to the kitchen to put away. Now I don't know how prevalent this is amongst middle aged women but Sarah sometimes leaks when lifting, even when the items concerned are not particularly heavy. I passed Sarah in the hallway I was carrying a couple of bags (she wearing a white blouse, navy knee length skirt and tan tights). She had gone to collect the final two. As I put the bags down in the kitchen I heard a high pitch “Huhh”. I walked back in the hallway Sarah was in a half squat still holding the bags as though she had just begun to lift them. She looked down between her legs I followed her eyeline and saw a small puddle (only 2 inches across) on the laminate floor. She dripped a little before putting the bags down and running straight up the stairs. I carried the bags through to the kitchen and wiped the floor before heading upstairs where Sarah was already in a fresh pair of panties and tights and was just fastening her skirt up. “You OK sweetheart” I asked She nodded “Were you not wearing a pad” I asked “Clearly not” she snapped “I don't have to wear them around the house I am not a baby”. Clearly you do I thought, but kept my mouth shut. Does this kind of thing happen to other ladies out there? Like I said it wasn't a large leak and I think if she had been wearing a Tena then it would have been absorbed.
  6. I am not sure if this post says more about me than Sarah my lovely wife; it concerns my almost obsessive habit of checking out her toilet visits to see if they have been successful. On average we are talking 4 visits per evening and maybe 6 at the weekends. That's 32 visits, now given that maybe 1/3 of the time one of us is out this leaves about 22 visits to the toilet per week for me to monitor. Out of those probably 20 are uneventful, however its the other 2 I am interested in, and over the course of a year this is over 100. As soon as Sarah goes in the en-suite I monitor the situation. There are 1 of three outcomes: I hear the toilet flush within 2 minutes – Sarah has had an uneventful pee I hear the toilet flush after 5-10 minutes and the door immediately open. - Sarah has had a poop I hear the toilet flush after 5-10 minutes and 5 minutes later she is still in the en-suite. - Sarah has had a mishap Once outcome 3 occurs I can either: Head upstairs and wait for her to come out. Wait for her to come out and walk into our bedroom Check the laundry basket later. Walk straight into the en-suite (if unlocked) and pretend I didn't know she was in. So as not to make it to obvious I use a combination of all 4. Although 1 is my favourite I cant use this more than 2 or 3 times a year. Now outcome 3 results in 1 of the following: Sarah leaves the bathroom minus underwear (panties and tights), usually she wears a skirt / dress so not obvious the the evidence will be in the laundry and if I am in the room I witness her putting on clean clothes. If she was wearing trousers / jeans she would leave the bathroom naked from the waist down (without her trousers if wet) Sarah leaves the bathroom naked form the waist down even if in a skirt / dress. This was a bigger accident and probably only happens 1 accident in 5. If I am in the bedroom while she is changing depending on her mood I will ask is he has had an accident (like I didn't know), what happened or how big it was. Sometimes she is more open with the details than others, maybe telling me she had a sudden urge and didn't make it. An example of this was last weekend when she was sunbathing in the garden in her bikini. She suddenly disappeared, it was clear we had scenario 3 so I went upstairs as she came out of the bathroom in just her bikini top (her landing strip in full view). I asked if she had wet herself, she admitted to not getting to the toilet in time. Other times she may sneeze and leak or just have a series of small dribbles. Whatever the circumstance love to watch her having to change but I do offer a shoulder if needed. If she hasn't put the evidence straight into the wash also I like to sneak back up later and exam the damage. I realise the I am a little obsessive but that you don't think be too weird. Jason
  7. Just a quick post to let you know about am incident that happened just this afternoon. The weather in this part of the UK as been lovely. We had a BBQ and Sarah spent most of the afternoon relaxing in the sun in her bikini an dreading a novel It was about 2pm and I head gone to get a beer. When I got back to the garden Sarah had disappeared; however there the sun lounger was wet (see picture). At first I thought she had spilt her wine but no, on closer inspection it was definitely pee. I went upstairs to find her she was sat on the en-suite toilet with the door open cleaning herself, her bikini bottoms on the floor. I asked if she had had an accident; she admitted to wetting her bikini in a very matter of fact way rather than trying to hide it as usual. I think the wine was talking. I asked what happened she said she got a sudden urge, little warning and rather than peeing in the house on the way to the bathroom she had decided to just let it go. I could not believe how frank she was with me. The sight of her sat on the toilet wiping her bush was a real turn on.
  8. An incident which happend this weekend has prompted me to write. It was saturday evening and Sarah's Aunty and Uncle were celebrating their Ruby wedding, a function room was hired at a country hall and our family (boys included) had rented a room (I fancied a few drinks). We had a lovely evening with Sarah joining in with much of the dancing (pics attached- Sarah is in the black tights). At the end of the evening we retired to our room. I was talking to Sarah in the bathroom while she removed her makup. I commented how she was giving all the young kids a run for there money. "A bit to much jumping around for my own good" she replied "That would explain the underwear" I joked (pic attcahed) "I couldn't help notice them on the wardrobe floor" "Yes, I had to pop up and change a couple of hours ago" She then lifted her skirt, pulled down her tights and knickers and sat on the toilet before ripping out a very wet panty liner. "Good jog you wore that" I said "She blushed "Yes or it could have been embarrassing" The inicident reminded me of a similar experience which happened last year, a wetting due to too much jumping around. This was the classic trampoline accident which I am sure has been experienced by a number of women over the years. Sarah had decided to have a go (we have had it for 2 years and she had never been on it).She was bouncing around when my son announced "Mum you peed your pants" She stopped look down and blushed, she was wearing grey leggings and there was a wet spot abpout 3 inches in diameter. She has not been back on it since.
  9. I was asked and often wondered myself if Sarah has had an accident at work. The law of averages say she must have done, that is if her mishaps are genuine accidents. Well yesterday being the good house husband that I am put the washer on before I left for work (I was last out of the house), there where only a few t-shirts and a pair of jeans remaining in the laundry. When I got in about 6pm, Sarah and the kids where already home and my evening meal was almost ready. Sarah said the kids had eaten and ask if I could put mine out as she had a spinning class. I did but not before checking the laundry basket after she had left. There were two pairs of black opaque tights, 3 pairs of cotton briefs and a grey skirt (see picture). Two pairs of knickers were wet half way up the front and the gussets of both sodden. The third pair didn't look to bad. Both pairs of tights were damp. The inner lining of the skirt looked OK but smelt strongly of urine. Sarah may not of had a major accident today I thought but clearly she had not been totally successful at going to the toilet. The episode I shall convey tonight happened 6 years ago, our youngest soon was 4 months old and Sarah had been having real problems staying dry following a difficult birth. Kegel exercises were being done by the 100s e each day. This was the only period of our marriage she semi opened up about the problem I think she could accept it was part of being a mother and this was a common thing, something she would be over soon enough. Well it may have improved but over, I am not so sure. Friends of ours had a daughter around the same time and we were god parents at the christening. This was followed by a buffet in the grounds of a local hotel. We had hired a room for the afternoon so the kids could sleep if they where getting restless and tearful. To cut a long story into something worth telling I had been nibbling away at my sandwiches when I realised I had not seen Sarah for over 20 minutes and the kids were still happy in the garden. I asked around but no one had seen her so I headed up to the room. I had a key so I let myself in. Sarah was in the bathroom naked apart from her bra sponging a dry clean only dress she had just bought the day before. She turned to look at me, shocked to see me but still a sight for sore eyes. Pert breasts, long plated hair and a full fluffy bush, something that has been well trimmed for several years now. “You OK darling” I asked Then came the immortal words which I have never heard her admit to for years now “I've wet myself” “Don't worry, we will sort it out, give me your dress, I will dry it with the hair dryer you clean yourself up. Have you got spare knickers and tights?” “Yes in the kids spare clothes bag”she replied know tuning her attention to cleaning her legs and pubic area. “What happened” I asked (something a I dare not ask these days) “I could not get to the toilet fast enough, I've wet the carpet in the corridor” “Did anyone see” “God I hope not” We laughed, had a cuddle and were in the garden 10 minutes later, nobody any the wiser.
  10. Rather than rem anise on past mishaps I have been waiting for something more recent to report on my wife Sarah. And sods law she seems to have been reasonably dry over the last 2 or 3 weeks. That was until yesterday when I had a double helping. Sarah has worked a lot of hours recently, late nights etc. (I hope she has been working but that's another story) so she was due some time off. This she took today. I called in at lunch, one because I wanted to see her and two I wanted to check up on her (yes I have trust issues since her Carlisle visit (See previous posts)). Sarah was reading in the garden wearing a white pair of shorts and pale blue t-shirt. We had a drink together and I headed back to work. I arrived home just after 4 pm, Sarah was out picking up the boys, I took off my shoes and headed upstairs. Half way up my socks were soaked, the stair carpet was wet. I assumed something had been spilt, not unusual in our house. However I went into our en-suite to find her shorts and a pair of knickers soaking in the bowl. My mind was racing I can only image she could not get to the toilet fast enough. When she came in and realised I had been upstairs she was clearly flustered. As usual to avoid an argument I said nothing. Later that evening she went to spinning class. I was looking out the bedroom window as she drove up the drive. I watched as Sarah got out of the car and picked up a towel which she had clearly been sat on. I stood in the hallway as she came in pretending to be texting a mate (however I took a photo). Sarah's leggings were soaking, I pretended not to notice as she rushed straight upstairs.
  11. (This is a fairly new story which I have shared elsewhere too. I hope you enjoy it if you haven't come across it already. Although it can be enjoyed as a standalone story it was written as a sequel to Anne of Browndale, Chapter 2.) "Well we're here at last!" Sarah exclaimed as she pulled into the carpark. A tatty old sign bore witness to what the place had once been – Drydale Magna Secondary Modern School. A sea of weeds populated what had once been the tennis courts. Rotting and barely visible the old nets were still there, surrounded by nettles and thistles. It would be kind to say that the buildings had a 'tired' look about them – some of the window sills needed replacing and the whole place was badly in need of some TLC. Anne pulled a face and turned to her friend. "No wonder County Hall let you have it for a song. Just look at the state of it. You've got your work cut out here if you're to make anything decent out of it." Sarah turned to her friend and smiled. "You mean we've got our work cut out! Yes the old place will certainly need a bit doing to it but at least it's structurally sound – the surveyor's report says as much. We won't get it the way we want in time for this year's summer course but we can at least make it decent." Anne gave a little frown. "Sarah, what's this we all of a sudden? I hope you're not expecting me to weed that tennis court because you can forget it if you are." Sarah gave her old friend a playful slap on the bum. "But of course, my dear. Who else? No, seriously you'll be relieved to hear that I'm getting a landscape gardener to come in and tackle that as well as what I presume must have been the old school garden. I need your help though with cleaning, a little joinery as well as choosing the décor for the dining hall, lecture room and practical work rooms. You will need to make some decisions about the old assembly hall which doubles up as a gymnasium and, as fitness instructor, will be your personal fiefdom. You will have an office too and you'll have to let me know what you require in there." Anne cast her friend a quizzical look. "Sarah, how much time do you expect me to put in here? I mean do you envisage me giving up my job at the college or not?" Sarah smiled. "It all depends, Anne. I hope you'll be as generous with your time in helping me to get the place up and running as you can. If it helps you to make a decision, whatever the college pays, I'll pay more. I know your Mondays are precious and you must spend those with Archie. My plan is that once the fitness centre and holding courses get running I'll arrange for students to arrive on Monday afternoons and do their induction then so I won't require your services until Tuesdays. I imagine the college terms will be ending shortly and you'll be free over the summer – at least part of the time – unless you and Archie are planning on going away for eight weeks which I doubt." "No. We have a break planned in Padstow for the last week in August but that's all. It's a long drive and I'll have to make sure I'm well hydrated before we set off – as well as on route if it's as hot as this. Archie will be stopping at every service station between Yorkshire and Cornwall but I shan't be availing myself of the facilities if I can possibly help it. I'd sooner piss myself than use some of the filthy toilets in those places. After all, what were panties and jeans designed for?" Sarah laughed. "That's my girl! Why don't you drive instead and make Archie squirm for once?" Anne gave her friend a knowing smile. "What a marvellous idea! No, Archie bursting for a wee isn't fun and Archie in wet pants is even less so." "You mean Archie wets himself sometimes?" "Yes it has happened occasionally when he's been genuinely caught short. Not as much as I'd like though because he's one of those people who takes every opportunity to use a toilet – especially when he's a away from home. Some big fish in the diocese has persuaded him that he ought to raise funds for a loo in the tower vestry at Browndale Church. As his wife I can't actively oppose the plan but I won't be supporting it either. They've managed without for 700 years and I think they can still manage. Put it this way, if they do get round to having one, my ass won't be christening it!" Sarah roared with laughter, involuntarily releasing a couple of spurts into her knickers as she did so. "That's my Annie! The day you let Archie – or anyone else - boss you around it'll be a first. You're such a card. I nearly pissed myself just then. Come on, I'll show you the dormitories. I'm afraid the beds are all old ex NHS stock but they'll be comfortable enough for our students – at least for the length of time they'll be staying. They're all fitted with mattress protectors – as I'm sure you'll agree we should make a presumption of wet until proven dry where our students are concerned." "Sarah, just remind me, what will the age of the students be?" "They'll all be at least eighteen years old or older. In fact the first batch will have an average age that's around double that. Safeguarding will still apply though because whilst in practice they'll all be smart divas who are used to running rings round people we could, theoretically, get one or two whom the world classes as vulnerable adults. I've just got an enhanced DBS disclosure and I'm assuming yours will be transferable from the college." "Yes of course. They won't be running any rings around me though. I'll make sure of that if it's the last thing I do. Do you anticipate me staying at the place overnight?" "Anne, if you give up that job at the college – and I'm hoping you will - I'd appreciate it if you could stay at least a couple of nights a week. You'll have your own private quarters as will I. It's natural to want a little privacy but there's a super king sized bed in my quarters and it goes without saying that I'd be glad of the company. Archie needn't know and there's no reason for any of the other staff or students to either." Unable to control the impulse, Anne hugged her old friend. "Archie won't mind in the slightest. He occasionally screws me on a Monday if he's not feeling too tired after his weekend rectorial duties, but you could say that sex was more off the menu than on. Don't get me wrong. He's sweet, kind and pretty much everything that a loving husband should be, but he prefers playing with his willy to shagging me." Sarah cast her old friend a sympathetic glance. "Presumably you've lectured him on the evils of masturbation and all that goes with it?" "Sarah, I've tried but it goes straight in one ear and out of the other. He doesn't seem to realise that if he left himself alone we'd have better sex and he'd need to go to the toilet less often." "Perhaps you should get him booked on to one of our courses. What are we going to call them? Proud Holders – or Proud Holders Plus – if I remember our discussion the other day. Anne, I really must show you some of the kit I've got in. Ex NHS commodes for kegel training, anti-fap chastity devices to fit even the biggest cocks as well as urethral plugs and that's only for starters. Oh and I've got a couple of bed cages in case bedclothes need to be kept clear of anyone's genitalia. You know the sort we used to use for hypospadias patients." "That sounds pretty impressive, Sarah, for starters at any rate. Will we be diapering any of the students?" "Only as a punishment and/or if we think it's medically necessary. You know the sort of thing I mean without any explanation being required." Anne grinned. "Sarah, I know exactly what you mean. You seem to have thought about pretty much everything and it sounds as though you've got all bases covered." "I like to think so. Well most things at any rate. I'll be glad of your advice though if you think there's anything I've left off the list. One of the problems with this place being an old school is that the toilet provision is far too lavish for our requirements. I've got a local plumber coming in next week to make some much needed changes. What we have will still be legal for the number of people occupying the premises at any given time but it won't be anywhere near so generous as when the place was a school. First to go will be the old boys' toilets. I hate urinals, don't you? Well the Proud Holders Fitness Centre won't have any of those evil implements. When we allow male students to relieve themselves they'll have to sit and use proper toilets like us girls. If we can't stand to pee neither should they. In fact I've got one or two big boys booked in who already prefer sitting to standing because they don't like showing their stuff off or it's simply just too awkward. Oh what fun you and I are going to have!" Later on that day, outside the Spread Eagle at Drydale... "Well Anne, they certainly do a good ploughman's here. Four cheeses, rustic bread, such wonderful pickles and a modern twist with the olives. We'll have to come again. Thank you for your hospitality by the way. After all the work you've put in today, I should be treating you, not the other way round." "Not at all. It's my pleasure, Sarah. At least we've made a start on getting that old place in some sort of order. Put it this way, that hall's now stinking of chlorine disinfectant just as it should. So do I as a matter of fact. Goodness knows what Archie will say when I get home." Sarah chuckled. "I expect he's smelt far worse things in his time." It was more than Anne could manage to suppress a giggle. "I can't possibly imagine what you might be referring to, Sarah Worthington! Moving swiftly on, would it be okay if I had a go at driving that automatic of yours on the way back? I've always wanted to drive an automatic but Archie won't hear of me trading in our ancient Merc for a newer model. He says we can't afford it and, of course, he's right – until keeping the vehicle we've got on the road ceases to be an economic proposition." "Be my guest, Anne. It's the least I can do since you've bought us supper." A while later in the car... "Anne, where are you going? We passed the turning for Browndale twenty minutes ago." She tried to hide it but there was an anxious look on Sarah's face. "Oh just for a spin. I thought we'd have a little mystery tour. To be truthful I've not really had a chance to explore the area properly yet and I have to say this car's handling beautifully." "You're not thinking of going far, are you Anne? I was hoping to get back soon." "Only over to Malham Tarn and back. It'd be fun to do a ton round Malham Tarn in this, don't you think?" "You what!" Sarah looked as white as a sheet and Anne noticed for the first time that she had her hands clasped between her legs. "Are you alright Sarah?" "Yes I'm fine. I just need..." "A wee?" "Well since you mention it haven't been all day – well perhaps not quite. Stupid of me not to have gone before we left the pub, wasn't it?" A wry smile crossed Anne's face. "No, not in the slightest. It was you who insisted on drinking three pints of Diet Coke, not forgetting that coffee you had, whereas I was content to settle for two." "Alright Anne. Don't rub it in. I'm bursting and I don't think I can hold on much longer without pissing myself." "Well you're just going to have to be brave and hold on for the time being. Just think about all those exercises we'll be putting the students through. There's nowhere I can pull over at the moment. Besides if you and I are going to run courses on bladder control we're going to have to master the art of ultimate control ourselves first. We may as well get some practice in now." Gripping herself, Sarah visibly shuddered and Anne couldn't but notice the perspiration on her forehead. "Pull over now Anne, please," she pleaded. "I'm about to piss myself." Realising that she couldn't prolong her friend's torture any longer, Anne turned down a narrow country lane and stopped the car. "There's a clump of trees over there, Sarah. To be honest I could do with a leak too." Sarah sprang from the car and ran towards the trees. She was already spurting in her knickers and began to wet her jeans before she could get them down. Humiliated she finally got her jeans and knickers off and continued to pee uncontrollably, splashing her shoes. Anne followed, dropped her jeans and knickers, taking the opportunity to release her own personal cascade. A minute or so later both women were finally finished. Anne reached into her pocket and handed Sarah some tissues. "Here, have these. Look, I'm sorry about tonight." "Sorry? I'll get you for this, Anne Glenson!" Having wiped herself she threw the tissues playfully at Anne. "Look Sarah. I'm really sorry. If you don't want me on your staff – or even want to see me again – I'll understand completely." "Don't be so silly Anne. You've proved tonight that you're exactly what I need. When can you start?" Anne struggled to suppress a grin. "Will Thursday do? It's the last day of term at college tomorrow and I'm handing my notice in. I won't be going back in September. From now on I'm all yours – if you want me that is." Sarah hugged Anne tightly. "Of course I want you – in more ways than one. That's the best news I've heard for a long time. Come on, let's get back to Browndale and seal the deal. There's half a bottle of quite drinkable Merlot left over from Sunday and I could use a hand with it!" THE END
  12. Anne of Browndale Chapter 2 – A friendship renewed (I have shared this story elsewhere but if you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. Although it forms part of a series of stories which can be read as entirely separate ones, it's effectively a sequel to Monday's Pleasure. Just a word of warning. It contain's #2 and the build up to it so if that's not your thing you may prefer to pass it by.) It was twenty past eleven on a Sunday morning. Anne closed the churchyard gate behind her, content that whatever people thought of her, she’d at least done her duty. Being the rector’s wife wasn’t easy, particularly when people didn’t take to her and were quick to judge, something she’d found out on arriving in Browndale. Her cheery if optimistic “See you later” to the Major’s wife as they’d left church had met with the muttered rejoinder “Not if I can help it!” Still she’d borne people’s unfriendliness with a good grace and at least shown willing by serving for Archie at the Sung Eucharist. As she filled the cruets in the vestry before the service and tied the girdle to her alb, Archie had come over and whispered: “Anne, you haven’t been, have you?” Whatever answer she gave he knew her well enough to know that she’d not ‘been’ – in fact she hadn’t ‘been’ since Thursday. Earlier that morning as they lay in the stillness of their rectory bedroom she’d cut one of those silent but ever so deadly ‘egg sandwich’ farts which had sent Archie dashing to frantically open the window and get dressed. He’d had to take the eight ‘o clock at Willingham Parva and needed to get a move on but Anne’s 6.53am SBD hadn’t exactly been the alarm call he’d wished for. Radio 4 news when the wireless was programmed to come on at seven would have done just fine, thank you. He’d not said a word of reproach but the expression on his face left her in little doubt that he didn’t approve. At least his nose told him from experience that nothing worse than foul air lurked beneath the duvet. Four and a half hours had passed since then. At least she’d managed to not fart in church, but Anne sensed an increasing fullness in her back passage and knew the “turtle’s head” wasn’t far from emerging. She needed to pee too, having not emptied her bladder for thirteen hours. That wasn’t a personal record by any means and she was used to long holds but there were limits. Doubtful whether she’d make it back to the rectory, Anne headed to some woods just outside the village which were owned by Major and Mrs Hancock. For once she’d have a “country ‘un” – a pleasure she’d rarely been able indulge since her youth, so happily spent in the Norfolk countryside. Deftly negotiating a stile, Anne made her way into the woods and, twigs crackling beneath her feet, quickly found a clearing. She was ‘touching cloth’ by now and realised that if she didn’t deal with matters quickly she’d shit herself. Needing to poo that bad was the greatest feeling in the world and she longed to savour it but could tell from the sensations ‘down below’ that time wasn’t on her side. Her distended bladder ached too and there was little doubt that it had almost reached its limit. Having successfully unbuttoned her jeans, Anne discovered that the zip was causing her some trouble, and she knew it served her right for buying cheap jeans. As she struggled with the zip, Anne felt a large spurt of pee escape from her pussy, splashing into her panties. Quickly she stemmed the flow, clamping her well trained sphincter muscles. If she could avoid complete disaster so much the better. Eventually freeing her zip, Anne froze as she felt a turd easing its way out of her bottom into the seat of her panties. Dropping her jeans and easing her panties down, Anne squatted and just gave way to the inevitable. Pee cascaded out of her pussy landing on the woodland floor and splashing her shoes in the process. After a minute of joyous, full throttle peeing, her stream subsided to a trickle before eventually stopping. Now for the serious business. Cutting one of those wonderful eggy farts (she’d not been nicknamed ‘eggy’ in a previous life for nothing) Anne head a familiar crackling noise as a large turd snaked its way out of her bottom and landed on the woodland floor. Another one followed – and another. A couple more farts then followed and finally, two more large turds dropped out. It felt absolutely amazing. Some things were well worth waiting for and this certainly was. Extracting some tissue paper from her jeans pocket – she always carried some – Anne wiped her pussy and then her bottom. Not very successfully but at least it was an attempt! Surveying the damage to her panties she decided that they were beyond saving and gingerly removed them. If Major Hancock’s wife decided to walk through the woods she’d find a souvenir. At least her jeans would live to see another day if nothing else. So absorbed was she in sorting herself out, that Anne didn’t hear footsteps and was startled when a voice rang out which she knew well but hadn’t heard for many years. “Well if it isn’t …what a blast from the past!” Anne looked up and smiling down at her was Sarah Worthington, an old friend from her nursing days on the Urology unit in Newcastle. It took her a few seconds to get over the shock and regain her composure. “Sarah. Well I never. This is a surprise. Fancy seeing you here. Look, I’m terribly sorry. I was just...” “Having a shit?” “Sarah, I can’t apologise enough. Anyhow, what brings you here?” “Well I’ve just moved into the village as it happens. I’m in Washtub Cottage on Honeysuckle Lane. Still living out of packing cases a bit but I’m gradually getting there. Anyway, what brings you here, Anne?” “I’m the rector’s wife.” “You mean you married Archie? I knew you were dating him when he was curate at St Wilfrid’s but I never really thought…” “I’d marry him? Yes and we’re pretty happy as happy goes. People in this village really don’t like me and Sundays can be rather lonely as he’s out all day either taking services or hospital visiting.” Sarah pulled a face. “Doesn’t sound like much cop to me. Look, why don’t you pop home, have a shower, pop some clean clothes on and come over to Washtub Cottage for lunch? One o’clock okay?” “Sarah, that’s very kind. Are you sure you don’t mind?” Sarah laughed. “Mind! Why should I mind? I’m just over the moon to have found a friend in this place. It’s a pretty enough village but the people are as cold as charity. It must be twenty years since Newcastle at least if not more.” “It must be, Sarah. I know old Major was still in Downing Street at the time. Can’t remember whether it was before or after Edwina though.” “You mean the curried eggs episode?” “I don’t know about curried eggs. I cut Archie an egg sandwich under the duvet this morning and you should have seen him sprint out of bed, eyes watering and gasping for air.” Sarah roared with laughter, losing the battle to control her mirth. “Anne you don’t change do you? Oops I think I’ve wet my panties a little. I am a naughty girl aren’t I? Anyhow, I’ll see you at one o’clock sharp. Don’t be late!” Later on. “Well this is a pleasure! Do come in.” Sarah beamed brightly as she embraced her old friend – now showered, changed and smelling of roses. “Anne, I’m afraid it’s nothing special – only a beef casserole, some vegetables and bottle of merlot that needs using up. If you’re still hungry afterwards there’s some cheese in the fridge. Take a seat. I’m afraid the house isn’t very elegant just now but I’ll get straight eventually.” Anne smiled broadly. “It sounds like a feast fit for a king and knowing you I’m sure you’ll have made enough to feed an army.” Much as Anne had suspected Sarah had produced one of her legendary meals dispelling any fear that she had the remotest chance of going away hungry. She could spot a second bottle of merlot too – and a third. This was going to be a serious session. Sarah loaded Anne’s plate high with casserole and filled her glass. “Tell me, apart from being the rector’s wife do you do anything here?” “Well apart from doing a little part time art teaching at the local FE college, not much. That’s only two days a week – Wednesday and Thursday. Archie and I always try to take Monday as our ‘day off’ as he’s so busy on Sundays. Anyway, more to the point, what are you doing these days, Sarah? Surely you’re not retired yet – are you?” “Not yet. I quit working for the NHS a long time ago because I didn’t like the way things were going and I was sick of working all the hours God sent for what seemed like next to nothing. Nowadays I do a bit of bank nursing in the private sector and it suits me well as the money’s good and I can pick my hours. No antisocial shifts if I don’t want them. I have a little project in mind though which might interest you and with which I could certainly use your help. A little while ago I came into money and bought the old secondary modern school at Drydale Magna off County Hall for a song. I’ve refurbished it and started running residential fitness courses there for adults. Some of the courses are about general fitness and healthy living. Others, however, are geared to helping adults improve their bladder holding abilities.” Anne’s ears pricked up and, eager not to miss anything, put her fork down. “Tell me more. This sounds interesting.” Sarah smiled broadly. “I thought you’d be interested. Well, I’ve had a couple of small groups in before but I really can’t cope on my own and I desperately need a hand. Ideally I could do with a fitness instructor and I know you’d be perfect for that but I need a good all rounder too. You’d also help with meals, discipline, pastoral care and general good order. Also I’d need you to drive the mini bus occasionally.” “Discipline? I thought you said the courses were for adults only.” “They are. The trouble is most of the students are likely to be challenging on account of their lifestyles and backgrounds. I’ve already got bookings from celebrities, politicians, aristocrats and porn stars. All people with big egos who need keeping in their place and I know I can depend on you to be firm but kind and fair too. Depending on who they are and what we're doing with them we’ll be charging between two and three thousand pounds each per course. Even at that price some of them will think it’s just jolly japes but I need someone to reinforce the idea that it’s not a jolly.” “Well this sounds like a dream come true. I’ve always loved holding and the thought of training other people to become proud holders excites me.” Sarah beamed broadly. “You’ve just solved a big problem. I’ve been wondering what to call our holding courses – Proud Holders – that will do fine. I’m not running any courses there for a few weeks and I want to get the place properly sorted. If you’re free on Tuesday, pop round about nine and I’ll run you over there. We’re going to have such fun.” Anne smiled at her friend. “You’re on. I’m looking forward to it.” THE END
  13. Croatia what a lovely place, stunning scenery, lovely weather charming people. We (myself, Sarah and the boys) stayed in a static caravan on a holiday park a stones throw from the beach, idyllic. Well that's my advert for Croatia now onto the details I hope you want to hear. So accounts of Sarah's mishaps only, no photos, no off topic discussions. I didn't have to wait long to encounter Sarah;s first mishap of the holidays, in fact we had been in the caravan less than ten minutes. I was unloading the car, (everything bar the kitchen sink it seemed) and putting it on our bed to be put away. I had asked for help from the boys however they had immediately gone off exploring. Having emptied the car I headed for the toilet, I pulled open the door, to be greeted by Sarah naked from the waist down, legs apart cleaning herself. The basin was full of soapy water, she had a towel in her hand, and her knickers still containing a panty liner and a knee length cotton skirt were on the floor of the shower. “Do you mind” she said abruptly “Shut the door” I did as asked but not before taking in the full glory of Sarah stood exposing her stubbled pubic area at the top of her pale but perfectly shaped legs. I went back to the bedroom and started to unpack knowing she would have to come in to get some dry clothes which she did a few minutes later, the towel wrapped around her waist. She proceeded to put on some clean knickers before removing the towel. I was going to ask about her accident but it was the start of the holiday and I didn't want to cause friction between us on the very first day. Most days we went to the beach Sarah read her book and chilled while I played with the lads in the sea. Sarah has never been one for going in the sea. It was noticeable however that at least 3 or 4 times a day she would go for a paddle and sit in the water for a few minutes. Most of the time she was going for a pee though sometimes I could see she was wet before she sat down, in this case she was clearly going to clean up and wash away the incriminating evidence. It was half way through the holidays and apart from numerous pairs of soiled panties and the odd stained pair of shorts I had not witnessed anything like I had hoped considering we were in such close proximity with little chance of hiding a mishap. That was until the Saturday night. We had gone to the camps Saturday evening entertainment which finished with a disco. Sarah was wearing a white thigh length top, short black skirt and black leggings as it did get cool in the evenings, though I do think the leggings were a cover for the high absorbent panty liner she was wearing which would have been visible in such a short skirt. The entertainment had concluded and we started the 800 yard walk back to the caravan. Sarah and I were holding hands and chatting the boys having disappeared into the distance racing to see who could get back first. Sarah paused and held her stomach. “Are you OK darling” I enquired “I need the toilet” she replied “Its only another few hundred yards can you hold on” “I think so” she replied However we had gone no more than a few strides when I heard her begin to swear under her breath and I looked down to see pee streaming over her high heeled shoes, so much for the panty liner I thought. “Keep walking” I said almost having to drag her along. “Its dark people wont notice just keep walking” She did though by the time we got to the caravan she really was obviously walking like someone in wet pants, which off course she was. I open the door and ushered the lads off to play ball for a while in order to avoid the awkward questions. I nipped back to see how she was and get an eyeful. She even thanked me for being understanding.
  14. Once again I have not posted for several months; where do I start? Well a lot has changed, mostly for the better I may add. For a start my relationship with Sarah is now on a much firmer footing. We are now (most of the time) a happy family, both of us agreeing to be more honest and open with each other. On my part I have admitted to being excited by her accidents, I have even admitted to publishing some of them online. She is tolerant of this and so for the first time I am writing with Sarah's consent. She has no interest in reading them and we have agreed some ground rules. Anonymity (though Sarah is her real name) No photographs though she will accept the one photo of her I have posted previously with her face blurred (attached again for reference). No mention of where we live The boys names are not used. In return I have promised to be sympathetic and help whenever possible; this I have always tried to do, she is my wife I love her and yes her accidents excite me but I never want to see Sarah humiliated or upset. Sarah has promised to be more open about her mishaps (I am not sure she has kept this part of the bargain though). For those who are not familiar with Sarah (See Sarah's Diaries). In summary she is my wife of 14 years and mother of our two sons aged 10 and 8. She is a slim, attractive red head. Th attached photo is now 4 years old but her shape and features remain unaltered. Sarah she has always had bladder issues, from leaving it to late and getting caught short, to dribbling slightly over time and having to change. So as you can imagine over the years there have been more than a handful of incidents. So enough of the introduction, justifications and explanations and more about my gorgeous Sarah's accidents. This year alone I have found dozens of soaked knickers in the laundry, damp jeans and the odd stained skirt. I have also seen Sarah noticeably wet 3 or 4 times and have witnessed a full blown flood. In addition to this I have also seen her squat twice outdoors when needing to go with very little warning. I will recall one incident in this post, it happened on Saturday morning February 17th. Sarah was downstairs hoovering I was in the en-site cleaning out the shower (I am now a new man who helps with the housework). Sarah was still in her grey pyjamas when she walked in. I thought she was about to use the toilet but instead for a few seconds she just stood there. When I looked up she had her back to me but it was obvious she was far to late, her bottoms were soaked right up the back and in patches down both legs. She began to peel off her pyjamas. I asked if she was OK, she gave me some comment like “Do I bloody look it” before apologising and saying that she was caught short doing the housework, the pushing and pulling of the hoover had been enough for her to start to pee. She admitted needing the toilet but thought she could wait until she had finished. I was going to make a comment but bit my tongue. I watched as she pulled off her soiled black panties revealing her untrimmed (winter plumage) pubic area. I asked if there was anything I could do before leaving; allowing her to clean up. I went downstairs to find a damp patch on the carpet about a foot across. I cleaned the carpet and no more was said about the incident.
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