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Hi everyone! As the title says im back and ready to destroy some pullups! im currently wearing a pullup and im bursting so please give me some suggestions.

Not sure if it's been posted but here is a scene if anyone wants to rip. It's at like 40sec or so. https://youtu.be/h1CeOI_L-WI?si=fpTmpmaqOrNmVUjG

WARNING: This is an omorashi fic with BDSM and smut. It gets quite explicit after Amity wakes up. This story takes place post-S3 timeskip, all characters are aged 18+. "Amity, I have to pee" Luz whined. "Can you hold it until we get home?" Amity asked. "No." Luz stated. She grabbed her crotch for emphasis. "There's a bathroom over there, but it looks like there's a long line" Amity replied. Flashback "Alright Luz, ready to play?" Amity asked "Yes!" Luz exclaimed excitedly. "Alright, remind me what our safe word is again?" Amity asked. Luz rolled her eyes and replied, "It's Hooty". "Yes, that's right. And remember Luz, our safe word is there to ensure that both of us feel safe and comfortable and don't take things too far. I don't want you getting hurt while we're doing this." Amity stated. "I know, I know. I'm just a little impatient." Luz said. "Alright, you don't have to wait any longer then cause I just bought you 48 oz of soda that I expect you to drink throughout our movie." Amity said. Luz smiled gleefully and happily took the soda and began gulping it down as they sat down on their apartment couch and started watching The Good Witch Azura 2: The Betrayaling. During the movie, Amity wrote the following GilderSnake script: # random_timer_length.gs from random import uniform, seed if __name__ == '__main__': seed("Lumity") lower_bound = 15 upper_bound = 20 x = uniform(lower_bound, upper_bound) time = "{:.1f}".format(x) print(f'The bathroom line will require you to wait for {time} minutes!') And hit run: The bathroom line will require you to wait for 15.6 minutes! Amity frowned a bit, knowing that the output was near the lower bound. But 15.6 min was still a long time to wait if your bladder was full. Plus, part of the fun is that Luz won't know exactly how much time she'll need to wait. She then continued to watch the movie with Luz. Only 30 minutes into the movie, Amity noticed that Luz was starting to squirm around. She smirked as she knew the movie still had 90 minutes to go. Some time later, Luz couldn't stop moving. At first, she was rocking back and forth in her seat. Then she was crossing and uncrossing her legs. Amity decided that now was a good time for some teasing. She swirled around Luz's soda and determined that there was about half of it left. "Hey Batata, remember to stay hydrated. This movie is quite long after all" Amity teased. Luz stared at Amity momentarily with hesitation. She knew what she had to do, but she didn't know if she could handle it. She grabbed her soda and began drinking it. The liquid entering her throat caused her bladder to spasm and she had to stick a hand in her crotch. "Uh uh uhh" Amity said. "No using your hand to help you hold it until after the movie's over sweetie. Normally I'd punish you. But I'll give you a pass this time." Luz groaned and gave her a pouty face. But she obliged. She just crossed her legs tightly until the spasm stopped. She continued to drink her soda as Amity requested. "Good girl" Amity praised. Luz gave her a weak smile and then continued to concentrate on the movie. It helps her forget her urge to pee after all. Some more time passed and Luz's hands were gripping her thighs. She desperately wanted to grab her crotch, but she knew Amity would forbid her. Then, she felt Amity's head in her shoulder. Oh no, Luz thought. Head on shoulder means she's taking a nap, which means no disturbing her. If Luz moves or makes too much noise, she'll be punished. Luz squeezed her legs together with all her might. She began to feel her sphincter weakening. Oh, how she wished she could squirm or cross her legs or rock back and forth, or even... grab her crotch... But no, it was clear to her that Amity was forbidding her from doing any of that. She shut her eyes hoping it would give her strength. But each second that passed she felt her bladder pulse with more and more urgency and her blood vessels were still expanding and contracting around that area, giving her bladder that pounding, throbbing sensation of desperation. Luz let out a quiet whimper. Luz felt another big wave of desperation. But this time she couldn't do anything to help her sphincter. So she just let herself leak. For one second. No it was two. Ok maybe it was three. But it's not very noticeable... Hopefully... She felt her sphincter scream in agony as she closed her valve. The liquid still trying to force it's way out of her. The important part was that it didn't disturb Amity's nap. The dampness in her panties wasn't helping. Oh no, the wetness made it worse, a constant reminder to her bladder that there's a lot more of that where it came from, and it wanted to come out. She looked down and was horrified when she saw the damp patch on her pants. Oh no, Amity's definitely gonna notice that, Luz thought. She'll just have to keep Amity asleep for as long as possible. She kept trying to focus on the movie, despite the constant throbbing in her bladder. She so desperately wanted to cross her legs, or squirm around, or do anything to help herself hold. But the longer she kept Amity asleep, the longer she could delay her punishment. Eventually, the agonizing ache of her bladder was too much for her. She had to cross her legs and squirm. The stirring woke up Amity who then rubbed her eyes before looking at Luz. She immediately saw the dark patch on the crotch of her pants. A mischievous grin formed on Amity's face. "Did someone leak and wet their pants?" Amity teased. Luz nodded with a frown, dreading what was coming next. "Oh Luz, I'm sure you already know that this means you'll have to be punished." Amity stated. Luz squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, "Just get it over with already". "My pleasure" Amity replied. Amity proceeded to softly place her hand on Luz's bulging bladder. That was enough to force another whimper out of Luz's mouth. She softly grazed the palm of her hand around her round bulge, the way she would on her breasts. Oh Titan it was so teasingly soft. But Luz knew what was coming, and despite that, she wasn't ready. Suddenly, Amity squeezed her bladder, in a way that would feel really nice if this was her boobs. But it wasn't, the pressure it exerted on Luz's bladder was overwhelming. She immediately doubled over and clamped her legs together. She felt another spurt of pee escape her urethra, with another throb in the same location threatening to spill more out. It took all of her willpower to close her sphincter and more so to keep it closed. Thankfully, Amity released her hand soon after and it gave her just the slightest bit of relief. "Well, it looks like your body is losing fluids, so it's important to rehydrate. Drink up!" Amity stated. Luz obliged and reluctantly sucked in her soda again. She felt a shiver down her spine as the cold liquid entered her throat. She kept her legs tight together for the rest of the movie. Despite the agonizing pain in her bladder, Luz was extremely turned on right now. This was the most dominating she's ever seen Amity and she was loving every moment of it. After all, not all the dampness in her panties was from urine at the moment. Soon after, the credits of the movie started playing. Luz immediately started to stand up. But was pulled back down by Amity. "Nuh uh uh Batata, what if there's a post credit scene?" Amity stated. Luz sat back down with a pout and let out a small moan. She needed a bathroom right now, otherwise her pants would be soaked soon. The credits went on for a few minutes. The throbbing of Luz's bladder just got more and more intense. She continued to rock back and forth and squirm around. After the credits were over, it turned out there weren't any scenes afterwards. Luz shot Amity a dirty look, suspecting that she already knew that. Amity gave her a smile and held her hand. Luz's expression immediately softened. Holding Amity's hand was always a nice feeling, even if her bladder was screaming at her for being oh so overly stretched. They walked out of the "movie theatre", well, Luz hobbled out, but as soon as they were outside, Luz said "Amity, I have to pee" with a whine. "Can you hold it until we get home?" Amity asked. "Nooooo" Luz moaned. She grabbed her crotch for emphasis. "There's a bathroom over there, but it looks like there's a long line" Amity replied. "It doesn't look that long, plus, I reeeeeally don't think I can hold it till we get home" Luz replied. She was doubled over and swaying back and forth as she said this. "Alright, we can wait." Amity said. She pulled out her scroll and set a timer for 15:36. Luz was doing a full on potty dance now. She was stepping side to side, shifting her weight back and forth, and her hand was firmly grabbing her crotch. She was so glad she could do the last one now that they were out of the theatre. She periodically let out moans of desperation, which was music to Amity's ears. She was just standing there and enjoying the show that Luz was putting on for her. Amity periodically checked her scroll for the time. 12:03 12:02 12:01 "You're being such a good girl Luz" Amity stated. "I think I have something that can help you hold it while you're in line" "Yes, anything!" Luz exclaimed. Amity walked up behind Luz, then slipped a hand down her pants and panties. It felt so damp, sticky, and warm down there. Amity smiled. "You can let go of your crotch now Luz" Amity said. Luz let go with a whimper, but luckily, a split second later, Amity's hand was in it's place. She used her middle finger to plug up her peehole and gave it a slight massage. Luz let out a moan. With her pointer finger, Amity started rubbing her clitoris. Luz let out a louder moan of pleasure. A lot of stimuli was coursing through Luz's genitals right now and it was almost overwhelming for her. This went on for a few minutes until Amity felt a warm spurt hit her middle finger. She took her hand away from Luz and said, "I see your don't appreciate my help, I guess you can hold it yourself for the rest of the line then." In reality, Amity enjoyed the warm feeling of Luz's pee gushing out on her fingers. But she needed an excuse to continue her role as the dom in this situation. Pee started gushing out of Luz after Amity's hand disappeared, her pants now had a fist sized damp spot. She immediately jammed her own hand to her crotch to stem the flow. Her sphincter was aching so much with all this opening and closing. "Nooooo, I did enjoy it, I just need to pee sooooo badly." Luz whined. "Well, I assume you know how to hold your own pee better than I do, so I'll leave you to it then," Amity replied with a smirk. Amity felt a bit bad that she was being this cruel, but Luz's smile shortly after her statement reassured her that Luz was enjoying this too. Truth be told, her own panties were also getting damp and sticky. She looked at her scroll for the time. 7:56 7:55 7:54 "Ugh, is the line even moving?" Luz asked, while squirming. "Oh yeah, we moved a few places up since we stood in line. It's just a pretty long line cause everyone else needs to use the washroom after the movie too." Amity replied. Luz could feel her control slipping. She had no idea how long she'd have to wait in this stupid line. The agonizing pressure of her overstretched bladder was begging her to just release it all. Her aching sphincter was imploring her to just let it relax. And her wet panties weren't helping her situation. But she's seeing just how much Amity is enjoying this. She doesn't even have to try that hard to put on a show for her, her body is just instinctively squirming around, rocking back and forth, her hands and legs in a pretzel position. Amity's been giving her bedroom eyes for the past hour. This was making them both really horny so it was all worth it. 6:41 6:40 6:39 Luz felt her body spasm as a huge wave of desperation washed over her. "Amity," Luz said, "I need your help, I can't hold it much longer!" Her hands were glued to her crotch while she doubled over. "I thought my help wasn't very helpful" Amity stated. "It was helpful!" Luz countered. "I'm just... so full right now. Please, I need you!" Luz begged. A gasp escaped from Luz's mouth and Amity saw the dark patch on her pants get bigger. "Please, you can do anything to me to help me hold!" Luz begged further. Amity raised an eyebrow "Anything?" she asked. "Yes, anything!" Luz responded. Amity smiled. "Alright, I have one other method. You'll need to pull down your pants and panties though." Amity started to kneel down. Luz quickly obliged and removed her pants and panties. The cold air hitting her pussy, as well as her lack of hand there caused her to leak even more pee. Thankfully, shortly afterwards, Amity's tongue came to the rescue and plugged up her peehole for her. It took a bit of effort, but Luz managed to slow down her leak, into spurts, and then completely stopped the flow. Amity's tongue helped out, acting as a plug, but also giving Luz some pleasure. Amity started licking around Luz's pussy. After the pee stopped coming out, she focused her tongue on Luz's clit. A euphoric feeling washed over Luz as she enjoyed all the pleasurable feelings coming from her pussy. As Amity started licking her clit in a circular pattern, Luz let out a loud pleasurable moan. Amity was glad that she had this effect on Luz. She still had to work on not suppressing her own moans whenever they were in the bedroom or doing spicy stuff like this. Her mom never told her that she was against masturbation. But she didn't take any chances as a teen. She remembers the first time she masturbated, it was after their Grudgby game with Boscha. After she returned home that day, she just couldn't stop thinking about Luz being drenched in sweat. She was so close to Luz when she was being carried to the nurses office that she could smell her musky odor. She kept her mouth shut and was careful not to make any noises with her mouth as she was rubbing her crotch. It was very exploratory, at first, she didn't know where to rub to maximize her pleasure. It wasn't until she discovered the small nub at the top of her crotch that she finally struck gold and orgasmed for the first time. The pleasurable feeling of Amity's tongue helped distract Luz from her aching bladder. Her moans continued to be a mix of pleasure and desperation. Amity's crotch started tingling with excitement, just like the first time she masturbated. She let out a moan that resulted in her mouth vibrating on Luz's pussy and that elicited a louder moan from Luz. Shortly afterwards, Luz orgasmed and Amity drank up her juices and licked her pussy clean. This helped numb the aching feeling from Luz's bladder for a while so she pulled up her pants and panties and continued to wait in line. 2:35 2:34 2:33 "Ugh, how long is the line now? My bladder is absolutely bursting" Luz said. Amity checked her phone. "Looks like there's just a few more people in front of us" Amity replied. "Mmmmmmm, could this line go any faster? I don't know how much longer I can hold it!" Luz exclaimed with a moan. "We're almost there, you're doing great Batata" Amity assured. Luz could feel her pee at the edge of her urethra, threatening to spill out at any moment. Her bladder was throbbing with more urgency than she's ever felt before. She really needed to pee now. And everytime she squeezed her crotch, she could feel the warmth and dampness of her panties. She didn't even know if grabbing her crotch was even helping anymore. 0:56 0:55 0:54 "Ooooooo, ohhhhhh" Luz moaned. "Amity, I gotta pee sooooo bad" "We're next in line! Almost there Luz, you can do it!" Amity encouraged. 0:32 0:31 0:30 "Eeeeep" Luz squeaked. "Amity, it's coming out, I can't stop it!" Amity saw dark streaks going down her crossed leggings. 0:19 0:18 0:17 Amity proceeded to use her finger to help Luz plug up her urethra again. "Come on Luz, just a little bit longer, don't let it all out yet" Amity said. 0:10 0:09 Amity felt the warm liquid gushing into her fingers. It was slowing down somewhat now that she was helping her plug it in. 0:08 0:07 0:06 The grimace on Luz's face and her moans of desperation were priceless. Amity was enjoying every second of this. 0:05 0:04 Amity gave Luz a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear "I hear the toilet flushing, so it's almost your turn. But I won't let you use it before I do unless you stop your stream before the timer is up." Amity crossed her legs and grabbed her own crotch for emphasis. She also didn't pee since before the movie started. 0:03 Luz shut her eyes and concentrated all her willpower on getting her sphincter to close. Oh Titan, it already felt exhausted. But she needed to if she wanted to save what was left of her dignity and so that Amity would allow her to use the toilet first. 0:02 "Ooh, ooooo, ah" Luz continued to make deep moaning sounds as she slowly closed her valve once again. 0:01 Amity felt the stream slow, and then stop right before her scroll rang with the Azura theme song to indicate that time was up. ***AZURA THEME SONG PLAYS*** Amity turned the alarm off and let Luz into the bathroom. Luz immediately walked in, yanked down her soaked pants and panties and then began peeing out a torrent of a stream. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" Luz moaned in relief. Amity smiled watching Luz relieve herself in full view of her. Luz even opened up her legs so that she got a clear view of her pussy and the jet of pee coming out of it. She felt her own bladder spasm a bit at the sight, but she was able to hold it in. She kissed Luz on the mouth so that she could enjoy the vibrations of her pleasurable moaning from being able to void her bladder. The sound of pee hitting the toilet water at high pressure reverberated in the bathroom causing Amity to grab her crotch. Eventually, the stream started to slow, and then it stopped. Amity was so horny at this moment, she wanted to continue what they were doing, but she also had to pee. So as soon as Luz's stream stopped, Amity proceeded to pull down her own pants. "Nuh uh uh" Luz said. "I'm afraid the bathroom is now closed for cleaning and maintenance" "But Luz, I haven't peed for the past 3 hours!" Amity complained. Luz proceeded to close the toilet lid and flushed it, causing Amity to cross her legs at the sound. "Well that's a shame, the janitor is kicking us out of the bathroom, and the line outside looks longer than when we entered, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait till we get home. It's a good thing home is only an hour away" Luz said. Amity's eyes bulged out "An hour?! Why did we pick a theatre so far from home?" Amity asked. "Only the best theatre, one with IMAX 3D DBOX seating is worthy of premiering the Azura movies for us Batata" Luz replied. "Now let's get going, it's a long drive home after all." Luz proceeded to grab Amity's hand and walked her out of the bathroom. Amity whimpered as she got so close to peeing, but was denied it at the last second. FIN

Beginning Note: As I previously mentioned, I was interested in making Panam and Judy stories (mainly due to them being top tier waifus), however I was having trouble because I was just getting into Cyberpunk. Before I write my real Cyberpunk 2077 saga, which will be even more ambitious and erotic than my Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy Saga, I wanted to create a little prologue to set it up so here goes. Warning: Lesbian subtext, real lesbian sex, and manipulaive sadomasochism. Last tag might be triggering so be cautious for anyone who’s had a sexually controlling/manipulative ex. Panam Palmer: Desperation, Humiliation, Urination Panam Palmer was currently getting hammered. Why? She had just gotten off an argument with Rogue, the older woman was a conniving and clever sly bitch the nomad begrudgingly admitted. Still, Panam prided herself on being a tough woman who almost never lost, and having just lost that argument resulted in that pride being shattered. Good rum and a drunken stupor would fix all those problems so she set out to do just that. This rather rash act would ultimately have consequences that set off an entire chain of events, however the good definitely outweighed the bad so it was worth it in her eyes. Currently however, the nomad didn’t know all of that, just that she was trying to enjoy a good time and some bozo was walking up to her. “Hey there, Chica, having a good time?” the stranger questioned. He was large and muscular, with a good natured smile. Unfortunately he appeared to have intentions of hitting on her and it was getting rather tiring. She knew it was inevitable, considering she was quite beautiful. Her body was tan, slightly muscular, and had an hourglass figure, in addition she was tough as nails, making her quite desirable. However she wasn’t interested in any romantic relationships at the moment and while casual sex would have been an option for other people, Panam was a demisexual, meaning she was only romantically and sexually attracted to friends she was close with, something that the regulars knew quite well since she publicly announced it. “Yeah until you ruined it.” Panam bluntly told him, hoping it would drive him off. It didn’t matter though because someone else came to save the day. “Move Jackie, you’re annoying her.” a raspy voice ordered as a slimmer and younger man entered, pushing him aside. Just like her, he stood out because he was almost kind of basic. Handsome and well dressed? Sure, but lacking any of the crazy fashion eccentricities that decorated the citizens of Night City. “You got it boss.” Jackie grinned and winked as he left the two. “Friend of yours?” Panam questioned in exasperation as she gestured for him to sit next to her. She admired his clean cut appearance, complete with black leather jacket and ripped jeans, which complimented her own. However, her jacket had the symbol of her nomad clan embroidered on the back while his was plain. “Yeah, but he’s a good guy, I swear. Annoying as all hell, sure. Don’t worry, he wasn’t going to hit on you.” “Really.” Panam dryly noted. “He’s been out of a serious relationship. Anything he would have tried, he’d shut it down himself rather quickly. He’s trying to get over it, but I don’t think he can.” the man continued. “Well, I’m still annoyed but he has my sympathies. My friend downstairs is going through something similar.” “Judie?” Panam whipped her head up. She inwardly winced, her head started to shake from the sudden movement and even worse, all the rum was settling in her bladder and threatening to spill out. “You know her?” “Well, my friend does.” “He hit on her too?” “Oh, you got it twisted. Jackie didn’t. Actually Evelyn told us to go hang out by ourselves while Valerie and Judy take care of business themselves.” Panam liked the gentleman so far and wanted to continue their conversation, however she needed to wrap it up or she’d wet herself in front of the entire bar, a nightmare she refused to live through. “Right, so Jackie’s your guy friend, Valerie’s your gal pal, and your name is?” “Ah shit, I didn’t even introduce myself, sorry.” For a cool looking guy, her conversation partner seemed to get startled easily. Made sense considering he looked like he was in his early twenties. “I’m Vincent, or V.” “Ah, the Street Kid, huh? Pretty impressive career for a young one. Still, isn’t it past your curfew?” she teased. “Nice one.” V dryly complimented. She stood up and almost tripped, however he caught her like a gentleman. “Thanks.” she breathlessly expressed as she tried to contain herself. “Uh oh, I gotta get going. Jackie’s calling over for me.” ‘Thank God!’ Panam thanked internally, grateful she had a chance to break away. “Alright then, here’s my number.” she explained as she wrote it down and handed it to him. The two bid farewell and she stiffly walked, trying her best not to panic. Unfortunately for her, the line to the bathroom was long and just thinking about it made her bladder ache even more. She quickly texted Judy for help. While waiting she impatiently tapped her foot, growing more desperate by the minute as her desire to release the pent up liquid increased tenfold. “Sup Choomba, you needed me for something?” a familiar and beautiful Spanish accent greeted. “Fuck!” Panam yelled and jumped at the interruption. To her mortification, the announcement had caused her to spurt some urine. The crotch of her jeans felt damp and had spread to her inner thighs, but thankfully stopped there. “Uh Panam, you alright? I thought you needed me for-oh…” Judy trailed off as she took notice of the baseball sized wet patch that had gathered at Panam’s crotch, which she covered with her hands while grimacing at the feeling of clutching her urine soaked jeans. “I’m so sorry Panam, I’ll get you cleaned up.” “Thanks but that's just the beginning, there’s still more!” “Really? Shit, how much more?” “Niagara Falls.” “Just my night.” Judy groaned. “Alright, follow me and stay close behind so no-one else can see.” Thanks. Can we move slower though? If I move too fast I’m gonna piss myself.” “Haven't you already?” Judy replied with a teasing grin as the two carefully trekked to her Brain Dance basement. “Just help me out here dammit!” “I am, I am! I promise.” They eventually arrived, with the flight down the stairs having made Panam leak even more although Judy had the good grace not to say anything. They weren’t alone however, Evelyn and some other woman were there as well conversing about something. “Evelyn, Valerie, get out. We gotta take care of something.” ‘Valerie? Is that V’s other friend? Two Vs, why does that sound familiar?’ Panam didn’t have time to think about it as her bladder and genitals ached to release the rest of her pent up liquid. Valerie left without complaint while Evelyn winked at the two as she strode out. “I’m gonna get my basin, you just hold it in and take your stuff off?” Panam shrugged her jacket off and carefully placed it on the ground while Judy hurriedly grabbed a large plastic basin which already had a considerable amount of liquid in it. Panam wanted to comment on it, however it was the last thing on her mind compared to her desperation. “What the hell, you’re still dressed!” “I can't move anymore, it’s gotten that bad. You’re just gonna have to do it.” the nomad explained with tears in her eyes, both at the delicious pain and at the humiliation of not already having wet her pants but also about to do the same again at a much greater extreme if her friend didn’t help her. “But I’m-” “Judy I don’t care that you’re a lesbian and you’ll enjoy undressing me, I’m giving you permission so just help me out!” Judy nodded in understanding as she carefully unzipped the nomad’s jeans and tugged them down. Panam lifted her leg so Judy could remove her boot and pant leg, then did the same for her other leg. Now Panam’s pants and boots were off, but she still had on her green jumpsuit and underwear. “You still wear panties underneath your jumpsuit? Now you can’t pull them to the side.” Judy admonished as she pulled the straps off Panam’s shoulder so she could pull them down as well, revealing the tan woman’s black bra and hard abs. Unfortunately when Panam lifted her leg again it caused her bladder to stretch to a painful extent squeezing more urine out of her tired bladder. “Fuck it, get back Judy!” “Panam wait!” her friend protested. Oh, but she had and she was tired of waiting. The nomad instead gave in to the desire and moaned as she voided her bladder. Judy wanted to look away, however she was overcome with desire and stared as Panam sighed while rivers of urine soaked her panties and poured down her legs. Eventually she finished and sheepishly looked at her tattooed friend. “Sorry you had to see that. Bet your attraction to me must be fried.” Judie blushed and looked down. “That’s what I was trying to warn you about, Choomba. I loved what I just saw, your wet jeans already turned me on but seeing you piss yourself in your underwear was too much. If only you had been naked.” “Wait, seriously? You liked it?” Judy glared. “I know it sounds weird as fuck but don’t judge. Urination is sexy to me, both the feeling and watching someone else do it.” “No, I-I understand a little.” Panam quickly explained. “I always wondered why I liked testing the limits of my iron bladder and learning different positions, now I know. Still, during sex? Seems kinda messy.” “It is.” Judy bluntly answered. “How did you even discover it? I have to piss standing up all the time and hold it in since I do a lot of road travel in the desert, but you don’t have to worry about it at all.” the nomad questioned in disbelief. “If you can believe it, Maiko was responsible for that discovery.” “Shit Judy, I didn’t mean to-” “Don’t worry about it, choomba. Take your panties off and clean yourself up as best you can while I empty the bin and get you clean clothes. Your unitard and jeans also got soaked as well. I’ll clean them up and you can pick them up tomorrow.” “That’s sweet Judie, but don’t let me trouble you. I should clean up my own accident.” “Maybe, but what I saw was hot as fuck, I’m going to masturbate to that for ages.” Panam chuckled as she peeled off her wet panties, exposing her thick bush. “Only if you can tell me a similar story so I get my own fantasy.” Judy grinned. “Deal. You’re gonna love this one.” she agreed as she left to take care of business while Panam wiped her thick black bush and brown fat cunt lips free of any excess urine. Eventually Judy returned with a black thong, skinny jeans and a white crop top which Panam accepted gratefully, enjoying the relief of wearing clean clothes. Judy Alvarez x Maiko: Wet Ink, Wet Genitals Judy Alvarez was a beautiful Hispanic woman. She may not have been the most sought after due to lacking Panam’s curvaceous and muscular body, as well as having unconventional physical features such as her numerous tattoos or green and pink hair cut in a bob with the left side shaved. However only a fool would deny arousal at Judy’s slim yet athletic build, with petite breasts, lean muscles, faintly hard abs, and an admittedly curvy ass. Even better, her face was adorable, with round doe eyes and pouty lips. Make no mistake, despite appearing soft Judy was tough as rusted nails and could be just as sharp if her temper was tested. Many men found out the hard way when she politely turned them down, only for them to keep trying. What part of she was a lesbian was hard to understand? Even then, women could be just as frustrating with their own complaints. Only one proved to be a worthy lover, and she was currently proving it. “You like this?” Maiko Maeda questioned sensually, she was a Japanese woman with sharp eyes, full lips coated in cobalt, and a similarly slim yet hard body. Both were naked and in bed, engaged in rigorous sex. Judy had originally meant to just talk to her, which was stupid because who visited a doll for anything other than sex? However it was still an important topic, however it needed to be put on hold. Maiko had serviced a customer who had been completely unsatisfactory and needed to release her frustrations out, which Judy had been all too happy to oblige. However, Maiko was being even more rough than usual, pressing her hand down against her chest to the point of discomfort, and now they were tribbing at a pace too fast to be comfortable. Still, Judy loved Maiko too much to resist, and just wanted to service her to the best of her abilities. “Fuck, it’s too much!” Judy cried. “Slow down baby.” “Can’t…” Maiko replied restlessly, even speeding up her thrusts as she rode her lover. The Mox cringed as her labia and clit grew sore from the overstimulation, however she couldn’t deny the painful pleasure. With a wicked grin Maiko roughly ground her knee into Judy’s crotch, causing the tech girl to scream in pleasure.. Maiko gently kissed her full lips to restore some energy to the tattooed girl as they lay together in bed. “You did so well. You were such a good girl.” Maiko complimented as she tenderly stroked Judy’s thigh, her thin fingers lingering near her sweet spot. Unfortunately, the Mox was none too pleased. “Maiko, you can’t do that.” “Do what? Fuck you into orgasmic bliss? Don’t act like you didn’t like it, especially after all the more…experimental activities we engaged in.” the doll slyly replied as she pinched Judy’s clit, causing her to hiss. “See, even after totally being spent you still want more. Well I’ll be more than happy to oblige since you were such a splendid lover, my dear Judy.” Judy tried to pull her hand away but Maiko slipped one inside her snatch and curled it with a smirk. “Maiko stop it, I came for something important, remember?” the techie tried to dissuade, however the quivering of her voice made it clear she was already giving in. “Oh, right. Still, we can multitask. After all, it’s not fair I got to have all the fun.” “What do you mean, I loved it, despite you not listening.” Judy protested as she squirmed, having trouble deciding if she was trying to get Maiko to remove her fingers or responding to her movements. After a particularly pleasurable curl she decided to go for the latter, lifting her hips up and clamping her lower lips harder around the doll’s digits. “See, I knew you needed to be satisfied. I knew because you didn’t squirt. You're a wet lover, your cunt produces waterfalls when properly pleased.” “Thanks Maiko, that makes me sound like a slut.” the techie replied sarcastically. “Not at all, I love seeing your cunt in action. Female ejaculation is a sign of true pleasure, something only women seem to really know how to achieve.” Maiko explained, still annoyed at how pathetic all the male customers were. Still, her girlfriend made up for all those chumps. “Anyway, tell me your problem.” “Al-alright. Well, I wanted to get some more tattoos.” “That’s it?” Maiko buntly questioned, unimpressed and even annoyed, thinking her lover was making extra drama over something so trivial. “On my more private parts…” Judy confirmed, her voice quivering as Maiko continued to pump and curl her digits. “Ah, I see. Keep going.” the doll replied with a wolfish grin. “Well, I can’t trust a random to do it, I don’t want some idiots to mess up the ink cuz they’re too busy drooling over my body. I was thinking of Evelyn or Panam since they’re my best friends and I trust them, however that would be-ah-awkward.” the techie continued as she had fully given in to her desires. “Do you think-oh fuck yes…you know anyone here?” “Oh Judy, don’t be coy. You want me to do it?” Maiko accused seductively as she flipped over to lay on her stomach, her hot breath tickling her lover’s genitals. “You know how to ink?” “Yes, quite enough. I’ll be happy to tattoo your naked body. Give me the details.” “Alright, um, two seahorses on my back.” Judy began to list off, feeling Maiko grasp her thin shoulders. “Here?” “No, lower back, there. And, underneath my right breast I want ‘I refuse to submit’ in cursive, and a red spider web on my left breast.” “You mean these fine tits?” her girlfriend questioned as she grasped said mounds, delicately tracing the petite curves and pinching the puckered pink nipple and areolas. “Yeah, that’s it.” Judy confirmed. “On the left side of my abdomen I want a shark with a turret, and underneath it the quote ‘We all come from the sea’.” she continued, Maiko feeling that area as well. “Then on my outer right thigh I want an owl clutching a pistol and above it the quote ‘Selfmade’. Then on my left thigh tattoo a wedding garter all around-fuck me!” Judy whimpered as her lover lay delicate kisses on her inner thigh. “You want me to tattoo that last bit?” Maiko chuckled. “Fuck you…” Judy whimpered unconvincingly. “You already did. Well actually, I fucked you but you were marvelous as always, dear. Is that all?” “No, one last place. On my…pubic mound I want a little kitty skull and two paw prints.” “I wouldn’t really call it a pubic mound, more like a Brazilian mound, not that I’m complaining. You sure you don’t want the pussy tat on your actual pussy?” Maiko questioned with a grin as she continued to rub Judy’s genitals, only to receive a glare in return. “You’re so cute Judy. Alright, I’ll do it.” “Really?! What’s the catch?” “None, I got time off for tomorrow.” Judy was extremely excited, yet also suspicious. Maiko didn’t seem like the person who would be willing to do such a complex task for a long amount of time, even with nudity involved. The seductive glint in her eyes bordered on sadism, which only heightened the techie’s doubts. Still, she was also too excited and intrigued to care, and her suspicions were completely forgotten when Maiko bit at her clit. “SHIT!” “No catch dear. Just be ready and do what I say tomorrow.” “YES! THANK YOU!” Judy shrieked at the pleasure and grinded her crotch into Maiko’s face as she feasted on her labia. Soon she reached nirvana and cried as she squirted, Maiko greedily slurping the sweet liquid and it poured down her throat. Afterwards she sat up and went to the bathroom to grab some tissues, using one to dab at her lover’s tears and then wipe up any excess fluid. Noticing Judy was beginning to doze off, Maiko snapped her fingers repeatedly until the techie lazily blinked. “More? C’mon Maiko, I just want to sleep.” “Then go take a piss, unless you want to wet the bed again.” “Jesus Christ Maiko, why the hell would you bring that up?!” Judy snapped, blushing at the memory and pulling the covers up over her body. “I’ll stop mentioning how often you piss yourself when you actually earn it. Until then you’ll continue to be the Prissy Pissy Princess.” “Don’t call me that.” Judy whispered, insulted. “But you are, how many times have I had to wipe you down after you wet your panties in public? How many times have I had to do laundry in the middle of the night because our bed sheets were soaked with your urine?” she listed off, enjoying her girlfriend’s growing shame. Maiko had relentlessly teased her in a similar manner a couple months ago when the Mox had indeed wet the bed after they both passed out from a night of successful lovemaking. She had expected to be yelled at and maybe even dumped for such ungraceful behavior, however Maiko was uncharacteristically comforting, wiping her genitals just like when they had sex and even cleaning up her mess. That wasn’t the only accident, due to Judy’s small bladder, constant work schedule, disgust of public restrooms, and a desire to test her holding limits, she constantly wet herself in public and private. Thankfully, Maiko caught on pretty quick and would bring wet wipes and spare underwear whenever they went out together, along with being able to hide her lover’s condition from any wandering eyes. In addition, she memorized her girlfriend’s signs of desperation and taught her girlfriend how to do kegels and urinate standing up to reduce the number of public accidents. While Maiko had been pretty understanding in all cases, lately she would bring up Judy’s accidents in a manner that seemed like teasing, but seemed to hide other intentions. Thankfully it wasn’t contempt or bullying judging by how she never ceased to be comforting or affectionate, however it was something major Judy couldn’t pick up on. Case in point, Maiko yanked the covers off her lover and wrestled for dominance, trying to pick her up and haul Judy out of bed, while Judy struggled to get away from grasping hands. In the end, Maiko won by mounting her and tickling her lover’s abdomen. Judy’s eyes bulged in horror as she felt hands press on her bladder and she cringed when some urine trickled out. It wasn’t a whole lot, however if Maiko saw or felt it then she surely would have figured it out. Sure enough, she saw her lover’s eyes widen and she gently patted the techie’s genitals. Judy cringed in shame at the feeling of her lover recognizing she just urinated, and could only pray the awkwardness would die down soon enough and they could put it behind them. “What’s this, Judy dear?” Maiko questioned as she waved and displayed her fingers dripping with urine. “It can’t be your arousal fluid, it’s not nearly sticky or viscous enough, not to mention the damp spot beneath your crotch is too big, even for your slutty ass. It can’t be your squirt either, I drank every last drop of it. I wonder if this tastes the same though…” she trailed off as she licked her fingers seductively. Judy stared in awe, forgetting what they were doing was taboo and just fascinated that Maiko was either very brave, very curious, or very aroused. “It’s certainly similar, at least you drink a lot of water. Still, I wonder what this mystery liquid could be.” “I have no idea, but on an unrelated note I think I’ll hit the can.” Judy distactedly replied as she hurried to the bathroom, locking the door. Maiko pouted that she couldn't see the show, yet still satisfied at hearing the resonating sound of a continuous splash that could only be her lover’s urine stream hitting the toilet water. ‘Judy dear, I had no idea. We really do go hand in hand. All this time I thought you were just accident prone, when in reality you’re a practitioner of omorashi. There’s only one thing left I need in order to confirm it, tomorrow’s going to be even more arousing than I thought. Good luck Judy, you’re going to love what I have in store.’ Soon a flush was heard, along with the faucet. Eventually her girlfriend re-emerged and the two joined each other in the covers, sleeping away the exhaustion of another night well spent. The next day Judy and Maiko arrived in the braindance basement. Maiko was wearing her usual dress, however Judy was clad in a blue and white checkered dress shirt and blue sport shorts (or as Maiko so appropriately nicknamed: Judy Booty shorts). Maiko had told her Mox girlfriend that she needed loose clothing to avoid rubbing on the tattoo ink which seemed appropriate enough, however Judy could tell Maiko also just loved seeing her scandalously clad, ignoring the fact that the braindance techie wore a crop top on the daily, not to mention the rigorous sex they engaged in. To her further confusion, Maiko had insisted that Judy had drunk a lot of water and coffee, saying it would keep her simulated for the tattooing process. She didn’t even understand the logic behind that one, but nonetheless followed through, patting her bladder to soothe the dull yet present urge to urinate. Maiko turned around with a grin. “Alright dear, let’s begin. I’ll get the tattoo gun ready, you undress and lie down on the chair belly first so we can get your back started. I have the designs right here.” “Thank you.” Judy murmured as she unbuttoned her dress shirt and shrugged off her shorts. Now she was completely nude, as she had forgone underwear to avoid having them rub off her wet tattoos. She lay down and sighed as her breasts squished against the table, thankful she was petite. Panam’s heaving set would undoubtedly be uncomfortably mashed were she in the same position. The mox whimpered as her lover brushed cold alcohol wipes against her lean back muscles. “Sorry dear, I know.” Maiko replied as she kissed the other girl’s cheek. Soon after that was the familiar whir of the tattoo gun and the accompanying sting burning into her back muscles, causing Judy to grit her teeth. Still, it wasn’t too painful and only took a couple of minutes. ‘Two seahorses stretched across my back done in two minutes? This won’t be so bad after all.’ Suddenly she cried at the sudden entry of Maiko’s fingers entering her labia lips. “Fuck, seriously Maiko?!” “Sorry Judy! It’s just so tempting, seeing your tush on display. Speaking of…” her lover trailed off as she squeezed Judy’s ass cheeks. “I’ll never get tired of doing this.” “I-I appreciate how good you’re making me but this isn’t the time for this.” “We need to wait for your back tats to dry so you can lie down comfortably. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time.” “Fine, but nothing more.” “Of course.” Maiko replied. Judy was facing the other way in her position so she couldn’t see the devilish smirk on her lover’s face. After some time had passed Maiko instructed Judy to lie on her back and spread her legs while she set up the chair into gynecological position. She did so, yet was shocked as she felt her wrists and ankles get bound to the chair’s armrests and stirrups. “Maiko what the fuck?!” “Judy, you’re going to be tattooed in very sensitive places, this is for the best. Can’t have you jumping out and ruin inking your body.” “Something tells me this isn’t protocol.” the mox snarked. “Maybe, but this is certainly more fun.” “Fine, just continue.” Maiko obliged, first drawing ink patterns on wet paper and applying them to Judy’s parts and winking whenever her partner uddered a shudder of delight at the contact. Once done, she removed them and snapped a photo of the bound and naked Mox decorated with purple ink on her sensitive areas. Once done, Maiko went to work, first etching burning ink onto Judy’s left breast. She hissed as the tattoo gun made its mark and stung a cobweb design onto her breast, expanding across the entirety of her mound. The left one felt similar punishment as “I refuse to submit” was tattooed on the underside. Maiko lovingly blew air to cool her lover off and felt pleased as she noticed both of Judy’s nipples harden in arousal. Next she etched the shark design, her sadistic pleasure growing as Judy cried at the feeling of a large mass of ink etch itself on the left side of her abdomen. Once again, Maiko waited for the Mox to recover, satisfied that this most recent tattoo tested her bladder. She then moved on to Judy’s legs, first applying the owl design to the right thigh. That one wasn’t too difficult, however the real challenge (well, challenge for Judy, for Maiko it was a treat) was applying the wedding garter all around Judy’s left thigh. To her credit, the techie pushed through like a trooper, mewling in pain and pleasure the whole time. Maiko smiled and lovingly kissed Judy to revive her. “This is it, love. You’ve been such a good girl. Think you can handle the finishing touch?” “Yeah, but…fuck…I have to piss so bad.” “It’s going to be alright Judy, just trust me on this one.” Under different circumstances Judy would’ve felt a shiver of fear at the sadism in Maiko’s eyes and immediately requested to be let go, however due to her impatience to finish her tattoos and void her bladder she nodded and braced herself. Maiko took deep breaths to prepare herself. This would finally help awaken Judy’s desires and unlock a whole new world for her. Then with hardened determination, she immediately tattooed the kitty skull and paws on Judy’s bare crotch. “MAIKO!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUCK!!!” Judy shrieked with pain and pleasure, the sting caused her labia to pulse and she involuntary let out one final primal scream of agony and desire as she released, a large wet geyser sprayed out of her pussy and she gripped the hand rests while gyrating with torturous delight, causing her jet of piss to spray around even more. Maiko gladly drank what she could, however the sheer volume soaked her, the bed pan, and the floor. Soon it died down to spurts and dribbles, accompanied by Judy gasping at the unknown feeling of a masochistic uphoria washing over her entire body. ‘That…that bitch! I trusted her and she used me to get her sick kicks! Fuck…she made me orgasm through pain and pissing, how is that even possible?’ she internally wondered. After some time passed, Maiko got a towel to wash both of them up, lovingly attending Judy’s wet genitals and thighs. “There you go babe, hope you enjoyed it. This was all for you.” Maiko cooed. Judy patiently waited as Maiko continued to wipe her, then apply the tattoo paper to cover her tats. She even let herself get helped out of chair and wobbly avoided the puddle that had leaked onto the floor. Then she stormed off to collect her clothes. “Hey, wait up. Not even a thank you? Come on Judy, I gave you free tats and rocked your world! I introduced you to omorashi, since you couldn’t bring yourself to.” Without a second thought, Judy forgot all about getting dressed and marched right up to Maiko, deeply kissing her. “Woah, now that’s more like-FUUCK!” she shrieked right back as Judy slammed her knee right up Maiko’s genitals. “You see?! That’s what that felt like! That’s what it feels like everytime we have sex and you use my body beyond its limits, even when I beg you to slow down!” Judy yelled, pouring all the hurt as she yanked her shirt and shorts back on. “Judy, wait…” Maiko gasped. “You’re cleaning that mess up yourself. Then get the fuck out of my home.” the techie bluntly demanded as she stormed off. With luck, she could find Evelyn or Panam to comfort her, otherwise she’d have no choice but to either drink herself into a stupor or go back to Maiko. Thankfully she met Evelyn and tearfully admitted the bare minimum, thankful that Evelyn offered nothing but love, support and comfort. She was a true choomba, through and through. “So that’s what happened…Judy I’m so sorry.” Panam replied with sadness. “When I get my hands on that cunt-” “Don’t. Panam, you have no idea how happy those words make me, but I’ve moved on. Hurting Maiko would only bring back more damage and drama, not to mention it’d hurt me too. I still love her, even if she was a crazy bitch. Not to mention, in her own twisted way, she was trying to and did help me. “Judy…” “Panam listen. I’m not forgiving her or pretending what she didn’t do was borderline predatory, because it was. Still, I already got payback and moved on, and like I said there’s always going to be some residual feelings. I’m happy with where I’m at now, and as a true choomba you’ll accept that. Please?” “Alright, I will.” “Thanks, for that and just listening to me. I suppose I owe you an apology, since I had already moved on and viewed the experience in a more pleasurable light I forgot it might disturb you.” “No Judy, I should be thanking you for even opening up.” “It’s alright. Let’s just hope amor will be more forgiving in the future.” Both women giggled, not knowing how right they would be as they would soon be joined by two legends who went by the name V. Ending Note: So, good news: I made the first Ada Wong, Indigo Prophecy, and Cyberpunk 2077 stories on this site (at least that I’m aware of), I’m on a roll! Bad news, you know how long it took for this to come out? Imagine the wait time for a whole story with multiple chapters, because that’s probably going to be how long it’ll take for it to be released. On the bright side, I have other projects which will be released in between to make up for it. Anyways really hope you enjoyed this one, I sure did despite the dark ending. Don’t worry, in the proper story Vincent and Valerie will be nothing but loyal lovers to both of this story’s heroines.

Hey guys Myself 19 Male from India. I'm basically a switch one, like can be extremely dominant or extremely submissive, both the ways I can work. Recently I thought of having a lot of controls but never had that push of someone who can hold me so I would get bored and eventually give up easily..So I thought of having someone who can take care of my bladder like fully deciding on how much I drink, how much should I pee, when should I pee, put myself at humiliating times, and a lot of other ideas I have thought of. If you would also have any other such can also take and make me do. I can also do the other way to you like myself being a DOM. Some of my achievements are such: Can sleep in full bladder and hold around 16 hours in sleep without any trouble. Can hold 2 litres of fluids for around 5-6 hours easily. Can sustain myself or prevent myself peeing always and take up the holding even at public places. Doesn't use toilets untill it's too emergency or got no interest. So I hope I find and can be an active holding person..

It wasn't an unusual text -- at least, by my domme's standards. "Did you already pee this morning? Because it was your last for a while." Of all the little games we had played since we met, bladder control was one of her favorites. For whatever reason, it seemed to bring out her sadist streak more than any other. Typically, she would make me drink lots, and hold it until I was bursting. When I begged enough to satisfy her, she would finally let me relieve myself at my convenience. We had already played this game several times, and I had no reason to believe it would be any different today. Another text: "Show me what you're wearing. If it's not light colored, change." This was, perhaps, my first indication that things would be different today. An odd request from her, but I had no choice but to comply. My light blue boxers would suffice, but I picked out a pair of slim-fit khakis to wear instead of the jeans I had planned on. "You were going out today, yeah? Good. You may have some tea to help you wake up, but after that, you will be having plenty of water today. I want you to show me what you drink." This wasn't such an odd request, however. A part of our normal bladder control games involved my domme also controlling my fluid intake. I'm not normally a big water drinker, but I learned to appreciate its effects on my body by now. She was right about my plans. I was counting on spending my Saturday doing a little shopping in preparation for a get-together next week. It was clear from her texts that my errands were going to be the backdrop for today's game. I did as I was told, of course. After downing a big mug of vanilla chai, I started working on several bottles of water over the next couple of hours. I made sure to catalog the progress of every drink I was pouring into me. Failure to comply would've led to some harsh punishments, naturally. I would go into detail if it weren't beyond the scope of an Omorashi forum, so all I will say is that my butt is still quite sore from previous transgressions the weekend before. I shot her a text: "Am I free to go in now? I'm starting to feel my bladder filling, and I don't want to have an accident while I'm out." The reply: "You may go. And do you think I would do *that* to you? Have you done something bad that I should know about?" I maintained my innocence. And I wasn't lying about my bladder, either. While the need wasn't urgent yet, the discomfort was growing, and I especially felt it with my seatbelt pressed into my belly on the ride into town. After parking at the mall, I asked her for permission to pee, though I knew I would be declined. The reply was a curt "No." Nevertheless, I had things to do, despite the growing need to use the restroom. I had no choice but to play along with my domme, and that meant playing by the rules as well. Walking around and having my mind focused on the task at hand seemed to give me a little temporary relief. I managed to finish up at the first store without incident, but walking by the restrooms on my way out made my bladder call my attention once more. I begged her again, hoping the my discomfort would be apparent through my text. "You may go to the bathroom..." was the reply, and for a moment, a wave of relief washed over me. I had finally beaten the game and would get to go about the rest of my day having been a good boy for her. Then I saw the "...is typing..." notification in the chat window. "...but, you are to sit on the toilet for 2 minutes WITHOUT peeing. Not one drop. That's what you get for pestering me with stupid questions. Send confirmation." She knew exactly what she was doing. I complied, again, sending her a video of me doing exactly as I was told. It was a very effective tease on her part, and I had to fight the temptation to relieve the pressure in my bladder right then and there. I'm sure my discomfort was obvious enough to bring her glee. "Good, but you're not off the hook" was all I got in return. "Keep shopping. I want to know what you're doing and what you're feeling." I struggled through the next store, and stopping every now and then to explain my current situation was certainly not helping. I knew the kinds of details she wanted to hear, and putting them into words made my only focus on what was going on even more. The increasing urgency in my lower abdomen, the feeling of fatiguing muscles, my heart starting to pace quicker and quicker. I was at an 8/10 and rapidly deteriorating. "When you've checked out, I want to know." Another 10-15 minutes and I was wrapping up. I knew our game was at an end, and I would finally be given permission to relieve myself...a little later than usual perhaps, but better late than never, of course. I sent her the update as requested, my ability to text notably diminished in my current state: "by bathrooms. 9 of 10. Can I go now please?" She made me wait an uncharacteristically long time for the reply. No doubt she wanted me to squirm for a little bit longer. Or maybe she was up to something? Finally, after what was probably five minutes and certainly felt like double that, I had my answer: "No. Put everything in the car and await more instructions." I was shocked, and probably visibly flustered, by the reply. What was she up to? I felt like protesting, but I was knew that would only bring further punishment. I had no choice but to do as she said, and hope that would be enough for her to show leniency toward me. I rushed my cart to my car, and hastily dumped the grocery bags in the trunk without the usual amount of care. My discomfort was plainly obvious to anyone that might've been paying attention to me now. "Done" was the only thing I could conjure up to tell her. My legs were crossed tightly, and I fought the urge to physically hold myself in public. "Be a good boy and return the cart, but when you're done with that..." My heart sank upon reading the next line. "...piss yourself." I could hardly believe what I was reading. She enjoyed her little ways of tormenting me, but she had never taken it this far. Did I do something bad? Before I could recount the past few days and figure out what my latest transgression was, I received more instructions. "Bladder empty before you reach your car. If you've been following directions, it is going to be a big puddle. Send video." I could barely breathe. I didn't want to be so vulnerable, but I didn't dare to deny her orders either. My mind fumbled over the different ways I could beg for a reprieve, but all my bladder wanted to do was give in. I hastily propped my phone up in the trunk and hit record. The brief trip to the corral almost felt like I was walking on death row. I turned and paused after letting my cart go. A few more steps, and I paused again. I relaxed my aching muscles for only a moment...long enough for one big spurt to escape into my boxers before I instinctively clenched again. The next spurt came involuntarily. One more step, and the dam broke completely. My heart was pounding and I lost myself completely in the moment, with no lingering sense of what was going on around me. The only thing on my mind was the warm relief flowing down the front of my pants, causing them to cling tightly to my legs. I stood in the middle of the row, with the contents of my bladder pooling at my feet, snaking away from me as it followed the contours of the lot. I couldn't bring myself to even move. I had no idea if anyone was watching me, and in that moment I had almost stopped caring entirely. After nearly a minute, I felt reality suddenly creep back into frame. My pants were absolutely drenched, and I now understood why I was ordered to wear something light in color. My socks and shoes were probably in an even worse state, and started to squelch as I continued the walk back to my car. There was certainly no hiding my current condition anymore. I grabbed the two towels I kept in the trunk for emergencies, and did my best to cover my car seat. They weren't perfect, but they'd have to do. I resisted the urge to climb in the car and get out of there, but I knew I still had one more task to complete. Grabbing the phone, I put myself out in view again so I could get a good picture of the puddle I left behind. Certainly it was big enough to satisfy her demands. I sent my domme the screenshots of my completed task, once I was back in the car, certain that I earned a lot of points with her. Before long, she replied. "Did that feel good, my pet?" "It really did" I shot back to her, not exactly stretching the truth, to be honest. "Oh yeah? I want you to prove it to me." "What do you want me to do now?" I asked, unsure of where she was going with this. A moment. "Find a quiet spot for us." I pulled the car around the other end of the shopping complex, finding a spot around the corner of one of the buildings where there would be no traffic. "Now what?" "I know you enjoyed yourself, and since you were good, you deserve a little more relief. Make yourself cum. I want to see you do it." This was, it turned out to be, a significantly easier order to obey. I loosened my belt, undid the button on my pants, and tugged them down to my thighs. I slid my hand into my boxers, and I could now see (and feel) just how soaked they were. I made sure to get some photo proof, then set the phone aside again to record. I rubbed myself for a little while before I became hard enough to necessitate pulling down the waistband on my boxers and freeing my cock. The mixture of pee and precum on my hand made it glide easily, and after little more than a minute I came rather hard. At this point, there wasn't even any sense in cleaning myself up. I took a moment to collect myself, and sent a brief capture of the video to my domme to show that I had cum for her. I'm starting to worry about what she has in store for me next...

A hypnosis based story focusing on heavy humiliation/degredation/emasculation, with lots of bedwetting and fear/stress/submissive wetting based on an adoptable i bought a while ago. The kind of hypnosis focused on repetition. Very little introduction, just straight into it. This is my first time posting anything I've written, i hope you like it 👉👈 Please excuse any spelling mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker. -------------------- Part 1. When he'd said yes to this, Travis had been sure it was fake. He'd maybe been a bit mean, poking fun at his new roommate for believing so sincerely in something like hypnosis, not to mentioned he believed he could actually do it himself, too. He had laughed when Joss challanged him to let himself be hypnotize, agreeing immiditaly, feeling totally secure and not afraid to put his money where his mouth was. He wasn't laughing now, however. His eyes followed the mesmerizing swing of the eccentric looking pocketwatch joss was swaying infront of him. He distantly heard Joss's voice, saying something about relaxing, about focusing on the watch. He'd been saying that for a while, atleast that's what Travis thought. How much time had passed actually? He didn't know, and he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. His mind was far to full of a distant voice belonging to someone he no longer remembered, and the side to side swinging of the pocket watch. Maybe it was no one elses voice at all, but merely his own thoughts. "You", said the voice. "Are a bedwetter". Shock ran through him. No, that wasn't true, why would would anyone think that? "Thats right. You are a bedwetter. You just don't wake up when you have to pee at night. No, you simply pee in your bed, sleeping peacefully and undisturbed. Yes.. and it happens every night. Every night you brush your teeth, put on your pjamas, get in bed, and drift off to sleep. Then, when you wake up in the morning, your bed is wet. You... are a bedwetter" A deep embarrassment filled him at the tought of it. It was not true. Ok, the part about brushing his teeth was true, and the part about putting on his pj's... but he didn't wet the bed! "You're embarrassed, arn't you? Yes, of course. Wetting the bed at your age? Of course you're embarrassed. Most people stop wetting the bed by the time they are 5 years old, and here you are, a fully grown adult, still peeing yourself every night" Shame burned inside him. Just as the voice said, he was embarrassed. A distant memory from when he was a child floated across his mind. A memory of waking up in soaked sheets, the feeling of devistation when he realized he'd had another accident, knowing he was too old for this. That was so long ago...wait, was it long ago? Was he even a child in that memory? "That's right. You're a bedwetter. And you know what that means, don't you? You will wet the bed again. When you go to sleep tonight, you will wake up wet. And the night after that, and the night after that. Every night, for the rest of your life. It doesn't matter that you're embarrassed, it doesn't matter how much you dont want it to happen. You're just a helpless bedwetter, you have no control" He felt that feeling of wrongness, of resistance. He didn't want to wet his bed... but that didn't matter, he realized. He couldn't choose whether or not he wet the bed... he had no controll. "That's right, you have no choice. What you want doesn't matter, you can't help it. When you fall asleep, you wake up wet, it's inevitable. You're too pathetic to do anything about it. You have no control" That memory wafted through his mind again, and indeed, he was no child. He was an adult, waking up in a wet bed. He unconciously swallowed around the lump in his throat. How could he still be wetting his bed, even at 22 years old? He felt so humiluated, coming to the realization that it would always be like this. There was nothing he could do... he couldn't do anything about it. "You know what else is embarrassing? You pee yourself when you're nervous" Another wave of shock shot through him. That defenetly wasn't true. He did not wet himself while he was awake. "Yes, yes you do. You feel it right now, don't you? When you're stressed it's like your bladder shrinks to half it's size. You're a weak little man, you can't defend yourself, you can't handle stressful situations... all you can do is pee your pants to show how pathetic you are, and hope someone takes pity on you" That thought was terrifying. Being forced to humiliate himself like that because he was weak and helpless... His bladder felt full, but for the life of him there was nothing he could do to focus on it. The swaying of the watch was all he could really register. "You don't want that, do you? You don't want to piss your pants. But that doesn't matter. You're weak, you're pathetic, you have no way to defend yourself from anyone. It doesn't matter how much you don't want to, you have no control. You're too scared, too insecure, too nervous. You wet yourself when you're nervous, you know you do". If he had been more concious, maybe he would have noticed his seat grow warm and wet, or heard the splattering on the floor, but he didn't. There was only an eccentric looking pocket watch, swinging soothingly from side to side. "Well now.... you see? You've wet yourself", the voice pointed out for him. Any doubts in his mind got drowned out by shame when he realized the voice was right. Despite his blank expression in real life, his inner consciousness was writhing in shame. When had it happened? Why? 'because you're a weakling, because you have no control', his subconscious whispered back at him. "It's to be expected. You're a bedwetter, it's not so strange you would wet yourself while awake too. Stressful situations are just too much for you. You have no control" It did make sense. He didn't like it, but it did make sense. "Good" the voice praised him, drawn out and pleased. "You understand. Now you say it" He didn't really understand. Say it? He wasn't sure he remebered how to speak. "Say it. You're a bedwetter. Even though you're an adult, you wet the bed every night" "Im... a bedwetter" he mumbled out, surpring himself. "Even though I'm an adult... i wet the bed... every night" "That's right" it praised again. "And you wet your pants when you're nervous. Stressful feelings are too much for a bedwetter like you, and it makes you piss yourself. Come on, say it" "I wet my pants... when I'm nenervous", He repeated carefully. The voice was quiet, waiting patiently for him to continue. The puddle he was sitting in reminded him it was all true. "It's overwhelming...and it makes me... pee myself..." "Very good. That's right. And how do you feel about that?" "...it's embarrassing..." he awnsered, his voice thin and fragile. He didn't want to wet himself. He was 22 years old! "But there's nothing you can do, is there?" "...no, there's nothing i can do" There it was. The deal was sealed. He had admitted it himself, and it would now be reality. To be continued. ----------------- If anyone reads this, please tell me what you think... this is purely self indulgent, but i hope it scratches the itch for some of you, too.

I'd love to force a woman or a trans m2f to wear diapers and wet them till they leak while tied to the bed. Then proceed to fuck them till they love me. Fill them up with my cum till they can't hold anymore, re-diaper them up so they don't drip my cum all day over the place. Thus the training of my little diaper lover will begin. The pic is of me I more than likely I will wear with you. -Diapered Daddy

the video was on my PC but it has little to no audio and i was wondering if someone has a version with all the audio. 67907Black_Thong_Panties.flv

March 26 update: (I hired an AI artist to train Emily's face, body, and clothing, and while it mostly was reproducible, we noticed that the AI couldn't quite get her top exactly the same each time, so sorry for the slight differences.) Emily was eighteen, a senior in high school, and more gorgeous than ever before. Standing at 5'6", she carried herself with a grace that captured the attention of all around her — her petite frame outlined by the light of day, showing off her fair complexion. Her bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath her blonde tresses falling around her shoulders. Her breasts were small but certainly present, barely filling a hand, with delicate small pink nipples adding a subtlety to their beauty. Her long, beautiful legs never met one another as they reached up to her vulva, and they completed her graceful silhouette with every stride. No matter where she was, she stood out from the crowd due to her mesmerizing features, drawing in all those who took the time to admire her. With every step, Emily moved with an elegance and poise that was captivating. Between Emily’s legs lay a delicate flower, just starting to open up and bloom. Her outer lips were soft and pink, like rose petals, with a hint of peach. They did not plump outward, like they sometimes do on thicker girls; instead, they complemented her slender body, smooth and inviting. The inner lips were smaller and a lighter hue, like the petals of a lily. They hugged the entrance to her core, and they would have been surrounded by a light tuft of downy, blonde hair, save for the fact that she kept herself clean-shaven every day. The hood of her clitoris formed the tall arch of this flower, with the clitoris itself like a tiny pearl, peeking out from its protective sheath. Further down, her opening was tight but enigmatic, awaiting exploration and discovery. Her hymen was broken, not from sex, but just from normal exercise and outdoor activity. In spite of her beauty, Emily was still a virgin. And despite being admired and talked about, she was generally shy when it came to speaking with other people, especially boys. Most boys immediately assumed she was out of their league and never even tried to approach her, leaving her feeling isolated and alone. She knew that her shyness was holding her back, and that she wanted to do something about it. For months, she had thought about wearing more revealing clothing to help break the spell, and after some online searching, she had found a few daring outfits that caught her eye. With a newfound confidence, Emily decided to buy some of them. She purchased a sheer top cut off at the midriff with a built-in bra in a blue color that matched her eyes perfectly. The top was designed to show off as much of her skin as possible while still covering her breasts. She paired it with a denim miniskirt that accentuated her legs, adding even more femininity to the outfit. The entire ensemble was a cerulean dream, and it had finally arrived in the mail. Emily was excited for the next day. The morning before school, Emily realized to her dismay that she had left all of her panties in the wash. She scoured about her closets and drawers but to no avail. She knew that going commando wouldn't be the end of the world since she wouldn't be doing any dancing or anything like that; she would only be walking around and sitting. With a little push from her desire to be wanted, Emily decided to go ahead with the outfit anyway. She completed the look with a pair of stylish heels and some jewelry that sparkled in the light. (Emily frantically searching her home for clean panties) Before she left for school, Emily quickly got ready and hopped into her car, feeling a rush of cool wind that breezed between her legs. It reminded her again about her lack of panties, but the sensation gave her a thrill as well. She would have fun keeping her little secret today. Before thinking about it too long, though, she realized with a start that she had forgotten to do her usual morning pee, but she quickly understood why — the excitement of her new outfit and her search for clean panties had distracted her from the task. She wasn't worried though, as she knew she would have just enough time to visit the toilet before her first class. Thinking that she would need the extra gumption and energy to wear her new outfit, she had brewed extra coffee and was forced to use an extra-large thermos to hold it all. She drove off to school, feeling more energized than ever as she drank it. When she arrived, she tossed the empty thermos into the passenger seat and stepped out the car. Her legs opened wide as she got out, but the car door maintained her privacy. She felt a pleasurable breeze of cool air again, and she walked into the school, feeling the eyes of her peers on her as she strutted through the hallways in her heels. Her mind was focused on getting to the toilet before class. She still had all the pee from the night before in her bladder, and now the large coffee she had was quickly adding to it. She needed to get there soon, but still had enough mental power to take note of all the attention her top and miniskirt were getting. She could feel the surprise radiating off of her peers as they took in her daring outfit. She had expected there to be whispers and stares, but she hadn't expected it to be this intense. She started looking at the individuals around her, each one gawking at her in shock and awe. All the attention distracted her from her swelling bladder, and when she saw one of her friends at her locker, she was distracted enough to tap her on the shoulder and show off her outfit. Her friend turned around in astonishment and praised her new look, bringing a smile to Emily's face. They got lost in conversation for a few minutes before the growing urgency to pee made Emily finally continue on her way to the toilet. (Emily's best friend at school. I plan to write something about her later.) But before she could take two further steps there, the one-minute warning bell for first period rang. Emily cursed under her breath. She wasn’t anywhere near her classroom, and her first-period teacher was an absolute stickler for being on time. She made a calculated decision: she would head to class first and ask permission to go to the toilet. The teacher was usually nice about that kind of thing. She pushed her way through the crowd of students all trying to make it to their classrooms, feeling their stares as they took in her daring outfit, but also feeling the bowling ball in her lower abdomen. When she got to the classroom door, she was relieved to find that a few other students were also late. She blended in with the crowd; that is, until she stopped in the doorway. There, she was met with the eyes of all her peers, who were surprised to see her, or rather, to see that much of her. They had never seen her bellybutton before, or even so much of her attractive legs. She kept her head held high as she made her way to her seat, only the substitute not noticing her because she was writing on the white board. "Shit, shit!" she thought to herself; that was not the regular teacher! Her bladder was screaming at her, but she had to take a seat at her desk. As she sat down, the extra pressure from the sitting posture grew in intensity. She raised her hand and asked to be allowed to go to the toilet, but the sub, without turning her back, said that class just started and that she should have gone before class. Emily lowered her hand in frustration. Emily couldn’t wait; her bladder was too full. She stood up to slip away from the classroom while the teacher was still occupied with the whiteboard. All the students were transfixed by her miniskirt and legs, which were glowing in a beam of sunshine. Emily worried that someone would say something and alert the teacher, but nobody did; they remained enthralled. She quietly stepped out through the door of the classroom and hastened down the hallway towards the toilets, her heart beating faster as faces looked out at her from various classroom windows. (Sprinting down the hall, trying not to leak. Full-res version coming soon) She tried desperately to move quickly while still holding back her speed enough to avoid making sound in her heels. More and more faces were staring at her from the classrooms on either side of the hallway as Emily rushed towards the bathroom, feeling the heat of embarrassment washing over her. She was desperate to get away from the prying eyes and to find a moment of privacy and relief. But it was not to be. Emily heard the principal's voice booming out in the hallway, and now dozens of faces were staring at her, including teachers in the two rooms on either side of Emily. She felt a sudden surge of panic. The principal, Mr. Smith, pointed a finger at her in a wagging motion, calling her to him. Emily walked to him with her head down, feeling everyone's stares as he led her into his private office at the back of the school. Mr. Smith wordlessly closed the door behind them as Emily tried her best to contain her urge to pee. She had never endured such a strong need to go before, and the situation was only made worse by her anxiety about being in the principal's office. Mr. Smith looked her up and down, taking in her outfit. (Emily in the principal's office as he looks her up and down.) “You shouldn't be dressed like that, young lady,” he said with a disapproving shake of his head. She knew that he was right, of course, and suddenly, her normal sensibilities flooded back into her mind. She was all-at-once ashamed at her recent choices, but at the same time, she was overwhelmed by her full bladder and urgent need to relieve herself, a pang that was becoming more and more difficult to put off. Despite the pressure, she was too afraid to speak up or even look at him. (another shot with the AI getting her outfit slightly different. Again, apologies for the inconsistencies.) A moment of silence followed, and when Emily could wait no longer, she finally did look up. It was at this moment that she noticed a certain twinkle in her principal’s eyes. It was something she had never seen before. At seeing her dressed as she was, Mr. Smith had apparently sensed a change in Emily, and it showed on his face. “I believe that today might be a good day to explore this new side of you, Emily. There are certain aspects of adulthood that I see you are just beginning to understand. I can help you learn more.” He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of excitement in his words. Emily felt a spark of excitement of her own, as well as anxiety, as she considered his offer. But then, he put a hand on her shoulder and slowly but firmly pushed her back toward the sofa in his office, and she quickly realized that it wasn’t an offer at all. She stumbled backwards into it, just barely containing her flood, but as she rolled all the way back onto the large couch, Mr. Smith stood between her open knees. Her bare vulva, sans underwear, was open and exposed, and she couldn't close her legs with him standing there. Emily’s face turned beet-red as he smiled knowingly and said softly, "It looks like you're ready to learn something new today." Emily felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she realized what was happening. (Emily splayed back on the furniture, somehow still holding it in. Full-res version coming soon) Emily was also fighting a losing battle as her bladder swelled and ached, now near to its bursting point. Mr. Smith kneeled down and gently pried her legs open, revealing her delicate, youthful anatomy. He stared intently, taking in the sight of her privates up close. Her inner labia were small and thin, with hardly a wrinkle at all, Mr. Smith was amazed at how young this part of her body looked. He blew on her moist genitals lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through Emily's entire body. She wanted to give in to the sensation, yet she was consumed by the desperate urge to pee. She was frozen, her mind desperately searching for a way out of her predicament. Mr. Smith slowly brought his face closer to Emily's folds, his tongue lightly flicking her delicate, unblemished petals as his lips softly kissed them. He explored her with slow, methodical precision, taking in every inch of her delicate femininity. His tongue circled around her, over her clitoris and around her inner labia. His breath was warm and inviting, and it sent tingles of pleasure up through her core. Her body was in turmoil, torn between the conflicting desires of pleasure and relief. Mr. Smith continued his exploration, his tongue slowly and roughly grazing her most sensitive parts. Every move was calculated and precise, as if he was determined to bring her to the brink of pleasure. Emily's body burned with desire and anticipation, yet the fear of losing control kept her on edge. She was caught in a state of blissful agony, her mind and body warring against each other as the pressure in her bladder built. She was so close to the edge, and yet so far away. She had no idea how she was going to make it out without emptying herself onto Mr. Smith’s face. Emily desperately wanted to speak up, to tell Mr. Smith to stop before it was too late. But she couldn't find the strength in the moment to do so. Finally, her voice broke through the silence as she called out. But before she could get a complete word out, he raised a finger to her lips to shush her. She whimpered in response, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and fullness. She knew it was foolish to let him continue, to not pull away harder, but she could not resist the sensation of his tongue on her. As he lapped at her, she felt herself being drawn closer and closer to a feeling, an new yet powerful feeling. Her body was in ecstasy, her mind was in a tumble. She wanted to surrender to the pleasure, but her bladder was bursting and she was terrified of the consequences. And though she didn’t know it yet, everything was only about to get even more intense. Mr. Smith inserted his finger into Emily without warning, and she gasped as the sensation hit her. It was a strange feeling, for she had as yet never even had so much as a tampon inside of her before, yet in the moment, it felt so natural. She felt the pressure inside her as he moved his finger around, exploring the walls of her vagina. When he explored upwards toward her bladder, she whimpered again, loudly. Mr. Smith heard this, and he repeated the motion, slowly but firmly, each press on her bladder through her vaginal walls sending Emily to places she hadn't dreamt existed before, both heavenly and hellish. He brought his face back to Emily's clitoris and suckled on it while brushing against it with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure from two sources coursing through her body. She felt herself being drawn closer and closer to the brink of climax, but the pressure in her bladder was reaching a critical point. She was seconds away from bursting, and if Mr. Smith didn't stop soon, she would lose control. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her and she couldn't resist the pleasure any longer. She let out a shuddering moan as she felt her first orgasm building, the pressure in her bladder overpowering her at the same time. Emily screamed out that she was about to pee herself, but Mr. Smith didn't listen. His finger moved deeply into her vagina, arching upward in a “come-here” motion again and again, hard, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of climax but also the loss of control. She felt her body shaking and her muscles clenching as she tried to hold back the flood, but it was too much. She let out a new scream as she finally lost control and her bladder opened momentarily, her orgasm crashing into her and sending her into a state of blissful pleasure. The intense sensations coursed through Emily's body like a river bursting its banks in more ways than one. Her entire being felt alive and electric, as if every nerve was firing off in a wild frenzy. She felt her muscles tense, her heart racing, and her breath quicken as a single squirt of urine shot out of her. She was completely lost in the moment, her body trembling and quivering with pleasure, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear. She screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm finally reached its peak, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her, but the relief was not complete. In fact, the relief was barely there at all; she had somehow managed to hold back most of the contents of her bladder. Mr. Smith took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the urine from his face, his eyes blinking open after a few swipes across his brow. He looked intently at Emily, his gaze unwavering. She felt a renewed thrill run through her body at his stare, but also a deep sense of shame at both the pleasure she had just experienced and the fact that she had just squirted some pee on his face. He then asked Emily if she had had to pee before they entered his office, to which Emily nodded a silent yes at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mr. Smith then asked if she still needed to pee, and she nodded again, her eyes avoiding his gaze, and at this, he smiled again, a slow, mischievous smile. He looked around at the wet spots on his sofa and carpet of his office, dropping the smile and shaking his head before turning back to her. “Tsk tsk tsk, young lady, look at what you have done to my office.” Emily could feel her embarrassment deepening as she looked around at the wet spots on the sofa and carpet of Mr. Smith's office. As punishment, Mr. Smith told her, she would have to spend the rest of the day there in detention. She was not to leave for any reason. Emily felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of being stuck in the office all day, especially considering that her bladder was still full and uncomfortable. “But I still need to pee, quite badly, in fact,” she finally admitted aloud. The ache in her bladder, though barely improved from minutes before, was still strong enough to urge Emily to speak up. “Good. I think you’ll be getting a sorely needed lesson on self control today, my dear.” He stood up and left the room, locking the door behind him. Emily got up to try the door, but it was no use. His office was located at the far end of the annex, and his secretary’s desk was many meters away and through two sets of doors. Emily wouldn’t be heard even if she screamed. She looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. She noticed the art on the walls, mostly paintings of landscapes and seascapes with a few abstract pieces mixed in. She noted the papers strewn across the desk, with a few scribbled notes and drawings of diagrams. There were also a few books scattered around the desk, on topics ranging from philosophy to economics. She also noticed the furniture in the room, all of which was comfortable and inviting. There was the plush leather couch that she had just partially soiled, a few armchairs, and a coffee table with a few magazines and a bowl of real fresh fruit and some bottles of water. There was something else that caught Emily’s eye. On the corner of his desk, there was a small photograph of an Asian girl. She was standing with one hand holding her crotch through her dress, and it looked like she urgently needed to pee. Her other hand was on her lips, and she looked as though she were asking for permission. Emily couldn't help but wonder about this photo, and it reminded her of her own predicament; she still needed to pee. The single squirt of urine that Mr. Smith’s fingers elicited was quickly being replaced by the coffee she had on the way to school. She tried to put that out of her mind as she looked further about the room. Her gaze next fell upon the computer screen, which had a recent search term for something called Omorashi Gaman. Emily didn't know what it meant, but it sounded Japanese. She couldn't help but be curious. She wondered if it had something to do with the photograph of the young girl holding herself, and if Mr. Smith was interested in this type of thing. She clicked on the link. [To be continued.] I'm getting more art commissioned as we speak to be sprinkled throughout the rest of the story. Please check back again soon! (Other variants of her outfit) (Yet another variant.)

Sunday my husband took my son and I to church. I would like to think that in church, I'm a good girl and not a horny seductive harlot. (To my husband, so in actuality it's okay.) I wore a pretty burgundy dress with white flowers all over. A matching bow for my hair. (Large in size.) As my hair was in a pony tail with curls. I was more focused on sexting my husband in church than the actual service. Bad I know. Lol. I was still enjoying my morning coffee to boot. With ever sip I'd take, the more of an effect it was taking on my bladder. I crossed my legs and continued to torment my husband with a smug look on my face. "After church, if Ivy can watch my kid, we should go home and you should punish me. Lol." In a message I texted. We messaged back and forth. I gave him the option of my losing bladder control eventually and told him he can go as rough as he wants or not. His response was the devil emoji. Lol. Uh oh.... lol As church was coming to an end, I downed a water bottle and got the green light from ivy that she'd watch my kid for abit. We got to the car and I let a small stream of pee out and bit my lip as I let out a soft gasp. My bladder was done. Wanting to give up its hold. My husband took me home and as soon as I got out of the car, he put me over his shoulder and spanked me. "Let me down!" I giggled as he took me to the bedroom. He put me down and grabbed a few towels and took off the blanket than put the towels on in place. I pressed my hands into my crotch and let out more of a small trickle. "Naughty girl" he said as he spanked me. I moaned as I all hope of retaining was lost. He tossed me onto the bed as he shackled me to the bed with velcro cuffs. (Ease of escape if required.). "Bad girls who pee themselves needs punishment." He proceeded to strip down and didn't waste time. I put his excited member into my mouth as he began to rub me as I surrendered control of my hold. I felt him rubbing with more pressure and it was driving me wild. I continued to tease him with my mouth as I nearly had a pee-gasm. The towels were soaked and my ass was soaked as a consequence. He sat on my mid region rubbing me and teasing my nipples through my dress. I bit my lip. He put a loose gag in my mouth and propped me to my hands and knees as he re-adjusted the restraints. "I love how wet you are. I love the look of the shine of freshly pissed in pantyhose. I love when you wear sexy a red satin thong for such adventures." I felt my pantyhose being pulled down and his excitement enter in me. I was very swollen and eager for him. He didn't go easy at all. He was so huge. Thick. I wasn't quiet despite the mouth gag. He was pounding hard from behind and it was amazing. I squirted everywhere as he took his pleasure in me. My throbbing vagina was milking his cock for all its worth. He pulled out and peed on my back and ass. After a few minutes we threw it all in the wash, and showered. Later that evening I gave him oral pleasure.

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)

*contains rough sex. May trigger people or may not. Photos uploaded are of me for sharing with the reader for limited context and visuals and a few have been slightly altered with an animation app for further amenity, agreed upon by my husband who took the ones uploaded and not uploaded.* This morning I woke up extremely needy and feeling extremely naughty. My husband is aware of my select activities on this forum. I even showed him some of my posts. He is not a stranger regarding this. We are camping with @IvyWilliams89, her husband, niece as well as with my son in a motorhome. Only 20minutes from home. Ivy's husband had to work unfortunately at 6am. My husband and I left for home to get ready for church. However not limited too. I got dressed. Impressive considering my bladder was full. We proceeded into the bedroom where I sat on the bed, rubbing myself and hungerly lusted after my husband. I told him to use my body, I needed him that bad. "Use my body to that of you desire. I may be loud, but I await what you do." I teased as I could feel my bladder really ache. "Go soft, go rough, that's up to you. Though rough sounds good" I continued to tease as I rubbed myself working my way up to my breasts. My husband was very excited. His cock was fully erected. You could see the veins protruding and the heat of his penis eagerly needing to conquer what is his. I started to release control of my bladder as my husband grabbed my head and got me to deep throat all 9inches of him. I could literally taste his lust. I gagged as the force until he stopped. He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed as I struggled. "Is this all you got?" I mocked as he sat on my mid section and un did my peacock shirt and pulled down my dress below the bust. "I like when your wet and pissy" my husband jeered as he grabbed my chest to suck hard. I felt the remains of my pee escaping as I let out a moan. "Hurry up and fuck me" I demanded, as I was extremely wet and horny. The piss started to cool a bit as he pinned my arms above my head and told me to behave. I felt the cold of my wet dress raise above my stomach as I gave a struggle. I was wearing crotch less pantyhose so it was easy for him to slide my sexy thong panty aside for easy access. (I told him no ripping my clothes if possible, so I didn't struggle much as he slide aside my covering.) "Oh fuck!!!" I moaned as he entered in me. He gave me a good pounding. I could feel myself get so close until he pulled out. "Why???!!!!" I cried as I was terribly close to a climax. He was quick to get me to go on all fours as he took me from behind. I let out a moan as I could feel his deep penetration as he grabbed my breast with one of his hands. I started to scream as I came the hardest in my life. I squirted and gasped. He kept punishing my pussy until I came a few more times as he was edging himself. I was out of breath and my throat was sore consequently. I panted as I was on my arms and knees. "Take pleasure in me you hot beast. Cum in me, cum in my ass if you want". I felt his long excited cock enter my ass slowly after he lubricated it. He was to thick and big, though he managed slowly for a bit. After I was lubricated enough he got me to lay flat on my stomach and my pelvis area on a small pillow where he re entered. I moaned as he kept going until he came deep in my poor ass. He pushed out what he could and slowly got out. I immediately cuddled into him with my wet dress and all until we showered and got cleaned up and ready for church for real this time. Lol.

This story is just the developing relationship between Ema and her best friend Akira, as well as introducing Ema’s powers to Akira, also I am running out of ideas already, so if you have any ideas or want to see me write about a certain fantasy or scenario then just comment below and I’ll try use the comments as some inspiration, additionally, thank you to all the messages and comments I’ve received praising my fiction work, I appreciate it very much and I’m glad you enjoy the works. As always, a brief explanation and also, previous volumes are uploaded and available to read if and when you want to see what else has happened and to add more context to what you’re reading. Ema has discovered she has strange bladder powers which enables her much more control over her and others bladders, she is into Omorashi and this improves her experience tenfold, this series is just about the various experiences she goes through with these powers, whether they be used for good, bad, or personal enjoyment. As always, enjoy, and thanks for reading. It was a Saturday, two weeks had already passed by in her first term back at Med School in Hiroshima, and Ema had been very stressed as of recent, but not because of her education, instead she had been worried and stressed about her newfound powers, and how to use them, “great power requires great responsibility” and all that, as she had been feeling guilty about how she had used her powers so far, she had been thinking about how guilty she felt for Mrs Jones, her teacher, who she had used her powers on to make wet herself in front of her class “sure, you could argue that she deserved it for not letting Heidi and other student use the toilet, and also causing me to leak as well, but I can’t forget the look of sheer distraught and panic on her face” Ema thought to herself. “Surely, I can’t keep this to myself forever, I want to talk to someone about it, but no one would believe me, they’d all think I was lying or crazy” she continued in her head. After lying in her bed for hours, it was 11am at this point and she hadn’t gotten out of bed or gotten dressed, she hadn’t even used the toilet that morning, she used her powers to deposit it into her younger sister, who used the toilet for her. She eventually decided, since she wasn’t able to sleep the previous night and was still stressed about it in the morning, she decided she had to tell someone. She shot out of bed suddenly, wearing just a pair of black panties, looked herself in the mirror “I don’t look like a bad person, I think I should ask someone for help, but who exactly? Who would believe me?” She said quietly to herself in the mirror before thinking about who to ask, then she remembered, Akari, her lifelong friend and neighbour, she had been a close and loyal friend to Ema for years. “Yeah, Akari might be able to understand” she said to herself. Ema walked back over to her bed and picked up her phone and began to type out a message to Akari, she was still nervous about asking her though, she began to type a message out but kept back pedalling, Akari got a notification saying Ema had been typing, after about 10 minutes, Akari got impatient and messaged her “r u writing me a fckin poem or what? Spit it out already Ema ffs” this message calmed Ema’s nerves a bit and made her laugh, she responded quickly saying “Can we meet at ur house? Got something I wanna talk about” Akari responded quickly saying “sure, I’m at the gym until 1 tho, come by mine around that time”, Ema responded “1 exactly?” Akari responded by sending a picture of her in the gym, very sweaty and looking tired but slightly smiling and holding a thumbs up. Ema smiled, and she put her phone down to get ready. She took off her panties and grabbed a towel and went to the shower. She got dressed into a black sports bra, a pair of red panties, black Nike pro short shorts and some white Nike socks, she put on a pair of panda dunks as well. She had breakfast, brushed her teeth, even did her makeup and hair despite the fact that she knew there was no point cause she wasn’t doing anything aside from meeting Akari and Akari wouldn’t care if she had or hadn’t been done up. By the time she was ready, it was 12:55, just about time to head to Akari’s, she literally only lived across the street so she just waited by Akari’s door until she came home. A minute later, Akari came round the corner with her house keys in her hand, wearing some red dunks, white ankle socks, grey leggings and a black crop top, her hair was tied back and she looked very sweaty and tired. “oh hey Ema, I’ll let you in now” said Akari “hey, thanks” replied Ema. Akari unlocked the door and walked inside, she took her shoes off by the door and Ema did the same, she then followed Akari up to her bedroom. Akari sat down on her bed and laid down and sighed, Ema was still stood up just watching her. “come, sit down on the bed it’s ok” Akari said “what is it you wanna talk about then?” She followed up with. ”thanks again Akira, this is difficult for me to say though so sorry if I take my time a bit with this one, I also just wanna ask you to believe me, even though it may seem strange” Ema said in a shy tone. “ok?” Akira said whilst raising her eyebrow “Just tell me stop being a weirdo.” Akira began to untie her hair and let it loose again as well as doing some stretches, she got up to grab a drink of water from her bag as well. “well are you gonna say something?” Asked Akira. Ema was sat looking shy and worried on her bed, Akira came back and put her arm around her “whatever you’re gonna say just say it, I’m not gonna look at you any differently, just lay it on me” Akira said in a soft and comforting tone, in contrary to her normal, high energy, almost tomboyish voice. “You’re not gonna believe this, and that’s fine I can convince you if you don’t, but I…I…” Ema said and began to stutter, “you? You what?” Asked Akira. Ema finally tried her best to let it out “I somehow have the power to make people pee themselves, I don’t know why but I just do” Ema said softly and quietly. “What? No you know I can’t believe that, that’s bullshit Ema. Come on, what do you actually wanna tell me?” Akira asked, “no I’m being serious Akira, please understand, I look at someone’s crotch and I am able to control or do things to their bladder, it sounds stupid I know. But you remember what happened to Mrs Jones yeah? When she pissed herself for a solid 10 minutes or so?” Ema said in an agitated and upset tone, “yeah I remember that, was funny as fuck, got what she deserved for not letting us go piss” Akira responded “and you’re implying that you somehow made her piss herself? I don’t believe you sorry Ema, that’s just unbelievable” she continued. Ema was about to speak again but Akira interjected saying “you know what actually, I’m not even gonna argue. If you claim you can make people piss themselves at will, prove it to me, make me wet myself, go on. I’m gonna use the toilet first though, cause I don’t believe you can actually do that” Ema nodded as she awaited Akiras return. Akira came back after a minute and said “okay I’m ready, my bladder is literally empty, make me piss myself. And in fact you know what, I have such confidence that you can’t do it, let’s do this out in my front garden.” Ema agreed and they went out to Akiras’ front garden, it was very much in the public view as many cars passed by and a lot of people were walking by too. “ok, when you’re ready” Akira said in a cocky tone of voice. “It might take up to a minute or two okay?” Ema replied. “Sure, I mean my bladder is literally empty, I can’t piss if I wanted to” Akira stood there with her legs separated slightly and her hands on her hips, looking somewhat disappointed at Ema. Ema looked down at Akira’s crotch, indeed she was completely empty. Ema selected the “ultimate withdraw” option when presented with the UI. She selected the destination to be Akira’s bladder, it read an astonishing 1600ml, she was amazed and secretly a little turned on, Ema was excited for this because although she didn’t want a relationship, she considered Akira to be one of the most attractive women she’d met and was excited to see her pee. She then selected the source to fill Akira’s bladder, Ultimate Withdrawal now allowed her to select multiple sources for filling up a bladder, including non pee sources, such as the ocean and other body’s of water, including things like water bottles. Ema looked around and there wasn’t that many people around, they were also out of range to be used, she looked at the pond in Akira’s front garden and used that as a source, she selected 2000ml and was prompted with a warning message saying “WARNING - recipient selected for withdrawal has not got the required capacity to store this amount, selecting continue will cause the recipient to instantly lose control, proceed?” Ema selected Yes. “okay, it should be coming in a couple seconds now” said Ema ”yeah of course, there’s literally nothing in my bladder, I can’t piss mys-“ Akira spoke but then suddenly stopped, she looked down and her stomach started to swell slightly. She crossed her legs and put her hands in her crotch, she looked back up at Ema looked confused, “what the fuck is happening, what did you do??” Akira said, her efforts were in vain though as she started to uncontrollable piss her grey leggings, the wet patch quickly soaked into her Gymshark leggings and covered her front and back of her legs rapidly, she kept looking down at her legs and back up at Ema, moving her legs around to try and cross them correctly to stop the flow, there was a large puddle already forming beneath her, she had been pissing for about a minute and some passer-by were staring at her, Akita’s face turned bright red as she ran down the side of her house, leaving a trail of piss on her concrete path Ema followed and looked back up to the street to see a small group of people had been watching, once Akira had ran off they all went away. Ema saw Akira leaning against the wall, still pissing like a fire hydrant, “oh my God Ema how the fuck did you do this, shit, this is so fucking embarrassing” she said as she was still squirming to try and stop the piss stream, her leggings were absorbing so much and were soaked already, Ema looked down at Akita’s bladder and she still had another 500ml to go before she stopped. “It feels like I haven’t pissed for a year and a half, ahhh” Akira moaned loudly as Ema quietly enjoyed the sight. Akita’s white socks had turned completely transparent from the amount of piss as well. Akira managed to calm herself down as her face was no longer red, and she was standing normally, she was still pissing, but had gotten used to it by now. ”yeah I really didn’t expect that to happen, fuck me honestly. I regret not believing you now, fuck.” Akira said, “yeah, it’s not exactly easy to believe though. Sorry for making it so dramatic” replied Ema. “It’s fine, karma I guess” Akira replied. She eventually stopped pissing, her leggings, panties and socks completely soaked and what looked like a small river or stream had formed beneath her with how much she pissed. Akira walked back to the front door with a slight waddle, and still leaking a bit of pee that was soaked into her leggings as she walked and Ema followed. Before stepping in, Akira took off her socks and rung them out, she also wiped her feet along the dry concrete path to try and dry them off a bit, she stepped inside and Ema Followed. “I need to shower, not only was I sweaty from the gym but now I’m soaked in piss too, just give me a minute would you Ema, oh and can you grab me some new clothes too please, thanks” Akira said to Ema before running to the bathroom. Ema agreed and went and grabbed some black leggings, white socks, a black thong and a white t shirt and placed it in the bathroom whilst Akira was showering, she stepped into the bathroom and was greeted by Akira’s voice “thanks, no peeking you fucking perv” she shouted and joked over the sound of the running water. Ema laughed and jokingly pulled the shower curtain back a little bit, they had seen each other naked countless times so it wasn’t that much of an issue to them, “Perv!” Akira shouted at Ema, Ema laughed and exited the shower and waited in Akiras room. After a couple minutes Akira came back upstairs, dressed but still with wet hair, she came in and sat on the bed next to Ema “fucking hell I really didn’t expect that, how did you even do that?” Akira asked, Ema explained “I just look down at your crotch and it gives me a bunch of options, one of them is to completely fill your bladder to make you pee yourself”, Akira looked down at Ema’s crotch to see if she could do the same, but to no avail. “Nah nothing, you’re lucky though cause I’d have gotten some payback if I could” Akira joked. “So was it just you wanted to show me this or what?” Akira Asked. “Well I’ve been thinking about how I use it, I can literally use it on anyone, I used it on Mrs Jones, I used it on Heidi from our class, I’ve now used it on you and I’ve even used it on my own mother so that she would stop bothering me when I came home super drunk once, I only became aware of it recently. I just feel weird about using it, guilty almost” Ema explained “so why don’t you just not use it then?” Asked Akira, Ema replied with “it’s cause I…I-“ “it’s cause you like it don’t you Ema?” Said Akira “you enjoy making people wet themselves? I’ll be honest after knowing you for 19 years, I can’t say I’m too surprised, don’t worry about it I’d say” Ema was startled, “how did you-“ “because no average girl wets themselves that many times and in the scenarios that you have, for a while I just thought you had a weak bladder, but eventually I started to realise you didn’t look too unhappy about it and started to think you enjoyed it” Akira interrupted, “was it really that obvious?” Asked Ema, who had gone bright red from embarrassment “sometimes” replied Akira “but typically, no one drinks four bottles of water 15 minutes into a movie, and then not leave to use the bathroom when both of us were talking about how shit it was, you could’ve at least picked a good movie to be a bit more convincing. Also, if I had trouble holding my pee in, you wouldn’t catch me wearing white jeans that go see through when they get wet as regularly as you do” Ema had turned even brighter red with embarrassment and had coiled up on Akira’s bed and she lay there silently “ah don’t worry about it Em, it’s normal to have a kink” said Akira in a comforting, almost motherly voice “your secret is safe with me at least, but you are worried for what reason? Cause you feel guilty for it?” Ema said very quietly “yeah, I just feel like a bad person for making Mrs Jones and my mother wet themselves” “ah they can go fuck themselves honestly, Mrs Jones had it coming, remember last year when I pissed myself cause of her? Some other people in that class did too, she deserved what you did to her. As for your own mom, I mean we’re 20, we are adults, why is she still shouting at you for doing things that most adults do anyway? What I’d do if I were you, use it exactly how you wanna use it, and don’t worry” Said Akira. Ema started to feel a bit better and sat upright, Akira was sat very close to her, their thighs were touching, she began to ask “Ema, just then when I wet myself, did you enjoy that?” Ema looked at Akira who had a seductive look in her eyes and was biting her lip slightly, Ema blushed and looked away “Hmm, you look so cute when you’re embarrassed” and gave Ema a kiss on the cheek Ema didn’t know how to feel, but she liked what Akira was doing “I’d love to keep you longer, but I gotta leave for guitar practice in 15 minutes, so I gotta ask you to leave for now, but I’ll message you later ok” Akira said and winked at the end at Ema. Ema was a bit overwhelmed, still blushing hard and was nervous, she let out a quick “sorry, I’ll leave now, thanks again”, “it’s no problem” said Akira, Ema leant over to hug Akira, Akira was taller and hugged back, she gave Ema another kiss on the forehead this time and let go of her, Ema was still blushing and quickly left, putting her shoes on and leaving out the front door and back into her house across the street, “bye” Akira shouted as Ema left. Ema went back to her house and up to her room, her mother was in the kitchen. “Hi I’m home” said Ema quietly, “hi” her mother responded “have fun?” Her mother turned to face Ema “yeah thanks” said Ema, “I could tell” replied her mother, laughing to herself slightly, “what do you mean?” Questioned Ema “go look in the mirror dear” Ema realised that she probably had a lipstick kiss mark on her face, she quickly went up to her room and looked in her mirror to see it, indeed, it was a red lipstick kiss mark on her check from Akira. She went on her phone to see she had a message from Akira, she opened it, it was a picture of her topless in her bathroom with the message underneath “took this earlier in the shower for you xx” Ema didn’t really know what to respond with, and sent “ omg xx” and followed up with “my mom questioned me about this” with an attached image of her cheek Akira responded with “lmao” and then followed up with a “come by mine later? Like 11 ish? xx” Ema responded with “yes please xx”

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.

So, I've been writing some stories, not really to post, but just as a way of fleshing out my own fantasies. They mostly have too much sex to post here and too much pee to post to regular erotica sites. This is my shot at making a wetting story that's dripping sexuality without actually having any sex in it. Also, as a note, I have never read or watched the original Fifty shades that my title riffs on, and I'm not going to do research for a pee smut story I wrote in a single sitting. I just know it's got a rich bossy guy and thought the title was funny. Anyway, enjoy! Fifty Shades of Yellow First day at a new job. Starting work for a new boss was always a heady mix of fear and excitement, but today was something else entirely. He was very demanding of his assistants. Sir. That was how I was to address him. Just Sir. The middle manager who had hired me last week told me never to waste his time saying his full name. Never waste his time for anything. The manager, John maybe, or maybe Jack, I don't remember, anyway he had some J name. It wasn't important because I only reported to Sir. Josh or whoever had really run me through a gauntlet of an interview, but when I had passed he'd given me all sorts of crazy instructions on how to make this guy happy. I'm not even sure if it was all real or if he was yanking my chain half the time. "Let's screw with the new girl, see what the dumbest thing we can get her to do is!" Of course, I was used to these high-flying executive types wanting an assistant to do everything, and I mean everything, for them, and boy was this guy a real high flyer. Founder and CEO of one of these tech giants, this guy was worth billions. Billions and billions. He probably lost ten million every time he stopped working to brush his teeth, so it's no wonder he expects me to handle every part of his life that wasn't work for him. I wonder if I'll have to brush his teeth, too. Jake forgot to mention it, though, if I do. What Jordan had remembered to tell me, though, was more than enough to make me nervous. "He doesn't do anything for himself that you can do for him. You take notes of everything he says, does, or even thinks. You open his doors. You pull out his chairs. If he walks towards the Red Sea, you'd better figure out how to part it before he gets there. You're his wife, and his mother. If his actual mother calls, you talk to her about her day for him." That one had to be a joke, right? "He also likes to look at beautiful things. He lives in a beautiful house in a beautiful place. His watch costs more than your whole family. You need to be a part of that scenery. Do you have pearls? He likes a woman in pearls. If you don't have any, go buy some, he pays plenty." I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the pearl choker necklace and matching stud earrings I'd picked out for today, and nothing else. He might be on to something; I did have a certain elegant eroticism wearing them. After trying on a few outfits to match, I decided on a simple black pencil skirt and a white blouse. A lacy white thong and bra set on underneath, just in case it would matter. In case he wanted to see. I buttoned one fewer of my blouse buttons than my mom would have approved of, slipped into a pair of low black heels, and headed off to work. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was the extra cup of coffee I'd had to ensure that I was perky and alert for my new boss, but I really had to pee when I arrived at the high rise office building. I walked into a lavishly decorated lobby, and the tinkling sounds of a magnificent fountain only added to the tingling need between my thighs. I tried instead to focus on the sounds of the grand piano a tuxedo clad man was playing in the corner as I approached the front desk. "Hi, I'm-" I began as I strode forward, heels clacking loudly on the marble flooring. "Yes, miss, I know who you are. Head on up; he's waiting." "Already? I'm thirty minutes ear-". Again, I was cut off abruptly. "Yes, and he arrived 45 minutes early to get you up to speed before the day really begins. He doesn't like to wait." "Oh. Ok," I stammered out. "It's just, I really," I leaned forward, blushing, and whispered, "have to, you know, use the ladies room first. Where is it?" "He. Doesn't. Like. To. Wait. Go up now, pee later. Top floor, Miss, this card key will let you up." As I rode the gold plated elevator I wondered what the hell that was all about? I get being in a hurry, but who doesn't let a lady relieve herself? Some over-enthusiastic nobody at the front desk trying to get noticed, that's who. The boss is sure to ask a lot but maybe he won't be that crazy. Anyway, the pay is insane, and its not like I couldn't hold it until after he got through feeling big and telling me all the usual "you exist to serve me, you sleep when I sleep and I never sleep ha ha" stuff these types always had to power trip on. A shiver of desperation went down my spine. That didn't mean I was losing control; my bladder just wanted to remind me the clock was ticking. I clenched my thighs together as I looked up to check how many floors were left. Right as I started to give myself a squeeze to help resist another wave of urgency, I noticed the security camera right next to the floor indicator, and had to pretend I was using my hand to brush a piece of lint from my little black skirt instead. After another eternal minute trying to pee dance as subtly as possible, the elevator dinged and came to a stop. I had hoped to sneak into a bathroom in the hallway before heading into his office, but apparently the entire top floor was his office. The doors slid open and I stepped out directly up to his secretary's desk. The young man smiled as he waved me in, too caught up talking rapidly into his headset to even say hello. Now that I had something to do other than stand still and think about it, my need to pee had somewhat abated. It was still there, and I'd still have to deal with it soon, but I could manage to sit or stand lady-like for whatever additional instructions he had to give me. After a brief moment to make sure my clothes and hair were still tidy and proper after my commute, and to let another pee-shiver pass through me, I went in. "Ah, you've arrived. I'll forgive your tardiness this one time. Come stand here in the center of the room. Yes, just there, under the light." "I'm sorry, sir, I thought I was early." "And yet, I had to wait. I do not wait on you. You wait on me. You do not ask me for things, I command things from you. This is to be the nature of our relationship. I call it a relationship only because I expect everything from you at all times, and will pay you more money than you likely know what to do with in return. You may be with me all night at times, but entertain no ideas that that will lead to...intimacy. The woman you replace sought to get pregnant by me. She was greedy for a payout beyond her salary, and so now she is gone, and you are here. Don't mess up, Miss." All through his monologue, my need to pee only grew more insistent. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on, but I didn't dare ask to be excused after a speech like that. I wasn't to ask him for anything, so I tightened my pussy muscles and answered, "Yes, Sir. What may I do for you, Sir?" "Undress. Keep your jewelry on." "I'm sorry, sir, did you ask me to undress?" "I did, and I'll add that I have no intention of repeating myself to you in the future. It's true that I have no intention of sleeping with you, yet I require you to be beautiful," and he gestured to various paintings and sculptures around the room, including what was possibly the original Venus de Milo, "the same way I require my body guard to be intimidating." Again he gestured, this time to a professionally terrifying mountain of a man I had not previously noticed lurking in the shadows. Apparently, I had not understood how literally I was to take my previous instructions to be eye candy. I was more like one more piece of artwork for his collection. It didn't occur to me to refuse. More than the money this job entailed, he himself had a commanding authority I felt a need to submit to. I undressed, not in an erotic strip tease as I might for a lover, but rather simply disrobing so that he might evaluate me as he likely had each of his nude sculptures before declaring them worthy to inhabit his domain. He examined me slowly, thoroughly, pacing in circles around me as I stood stone-still. I had been naked in front of men before, but never felt so vulnerable as I did under the lights and his gaze. In a way, it was exhilarating, but all the while I was desperate to pee, and equally desperate not to show I needed to pee. "Lovely face, of course I knew that already from your profile." Another shiver ran down my spine. "Breasts are sufficiently large, and very perky as well." My legs trembled with the effort to hold it in. "Gorgeous long legs, toned, leading up to firm buttocks. Yes, that will do nicely. You must keep still, though." "Yes, sir, I will." My body betrayed my words, though, and a large spasm of desperation shook my whole body. "I said, be still." "Yes, sir, sorry." "It's fine. I suppose you're just cold. Just take a wider stance so I can see your vulva, and then you may get dressed again." I did as I was told, but spreading my legs took my desperation to a level I didn't believe was possible. He took his sweet time looking at my pussy, and it took every ounce of strength I could summon not to piss all over his face. He must have noticed me literally vibrating with the effort, and began to get irritated with me. "If you can't stand still while I look at you, this might not be a good fit after all." "I'm sorry, sir." I was now fighting to keep control of my voice as well as my bladder. "It's just I drank too much coffee and I'm nervous and I couldn't go to the ladies room when I got here because you were already waiting and now I really have to pee so bad and taking my panties off only me it worse but you told me not to ask you for anything so I was trying to wait." It all came spilling out of me. The words, that is, not the pee. Not yet. It made me feel like such a silly school girl to gush like that in front of such a powerful man. "Oh," he said. "I'm finished examining you anyway, so you may urinate quickly and then we'll get to work." "Oh thank you, sir." I said, now holding myself openly with one hand while I hobbled over to where I had laid my clothes. "Where's the restroom?" "Oh, I don't have time for that. Just go where you stand." I had started getting dressed with my panties, and had just finished pulling them up when he told me this. He couldn't be serious, but I also couldn't ask him, and I definitely couldn't afford to stand around thinking about it. I looked at his eyes, and he gave me a curt nod with a "go on" circular hand motion. Beyond that, he simply sat, watching me, and waiting. And he hated waiting. Looking back, I suppose I could've at least pulled my panties to the side. It's just hard to think straight when you have to pee that bad and the most powerful man alive tells you to hurry up and go. I took my hands out from where they had been frantically squeezing my pee hole shut, stood up tall with my bare breasts held high, and finally let go. At first, nothing happened except the electric tingle radiating from between my thighs grew ten fold. I'd never felt anything that intense down there, and I didn't know if I would pee, orgasm, or die from it. Finally, he spoke a single word, "pee." My body obeyed his command as it had not obeyed my own. A hot torrent of pee gushed from between my lips. A solid stream hissed through my lacy thong as if it weren't there and splattered nosily against the exquisite marble between my feet. Tiny rivulets of warmth spurted from either side of the insubstantial strip of fabric, snaking their ways down my thighs. The pee running down my legs and the pee splashing up from the floor met at my knees, and along with the pee soaking slowly up the back of my thong between my ass checks, I was completely soaked in it from the waist down. Fully relaxed, and yet with an indescribable tension thrumming through my whole body, I fully emptied my bladder in front of him. He watched me wet myself with the same look of disinterested appraisal as he had examined my figure, yet the plainly visible tent he was pitching in the front of his expensive suit pants told me he was enjoying the show. I was enjoying giving him the show, too. It was bliss to finally pee, and it felt even better because I was submitting to his command to pee. It was like my bladder had found the master it had always secretly longed to serve. As my pee stream slowed to a trickle and then just a drip, I pushed one more short but powerful spurt out, just for him. "Very good, Miss, very good. Are you ready to work now?" "Yes, sir," I answered him breathlessly, heat flushing my trembling body. "Good. Put the rest of your clothes on and inform the cleaning staff that you've had an accident in my office. We'll be headed down to the conference room to have a board meeting in five minutes, and I need you taking notes, not mopping up urine." "Yes, sir." As I got dressed, leaving my pee-soaked panties on under my professional yet sexy outfit, he added one more instruction. "One more thing, Miss" "Yes, sir?" "In the future, don't waste my time fidgeting around. You will be managing my schedule, so you will know when your opportunities to urinate will be. If you can't hold it until then, then spare no time or attention trying to do the impossible. Just go." *** I worked for him for many years after that, and I never once asked him if I could slip off to go pee. Most days, that just involved holding it a little. I was allowed to go when he was going, and he didn't seem to need to go half as often as I did. So I learned to hold it really well and show no outward signs of my desperation. Every now and then, though, I couldn't make it. A couple times a month, or maybe once a week, I wet my panties. It was usually an accident, but sometimes he told me to do it as he had that first day. Those times he always watched. He never did anything else, he never touched me, but he always watched, and he always got hard watching.

View File Kiki Luna - Wetting while BJ As requested in a thread, Kiki Luna (I believe that's the name she went by) gives a blowjob on a dildo while desperate to pee. It ends in the way most of the forum members here would want it to end 🙂 Submitter TBN93 Submitted 08/05/2023 Category Female