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  1. It's been a while, readers! As much as I love writing on here, I've been a bit short on time and long on prior commitments lately, so I haven't had a lot of opportunities. Fortunately, I got sick enough of not posting on here that I decided to start down my list of ideas, which begins with a fairly old story, but, since it's similar to the one I posted before, I figured you guys might like it. So... here's hoping you actually do. Our story begins with me and my girlfriend (I'm bi, sue me). We had been friends for a long time before we decided to commit to a romantic relationship, but we got along very well and found each other attractive, so eventually we decided it should happen. This girl, we'll call her Stella, was my first real, committed relationship with a girl, so everything that came with it was new and exciting; lots of dates, lots of time spent together, lots of mushy gushy stuff where, before, there was only flirting and the odd kiss or touch... and some new sexual stuff, too, so I enjoyed a lot. We were on a date when this whole thing went down, only this particular date wasn't much of a date at all. We had planned a movie marathon of the Star Wars films (of which she had seen none) in our comfiest clothes- I wore a long, soft black shirt and light blue jeggings, plus some comfy, pink, fluffy socks, and Stella wore... gosh, I don't even remember, but it doesn't matter. Probably some shorty shorts, since it was summer and that was what she always wore around the house when she wasn't going out. Anyway, halfway through Empire, Stella decided that we needed a break that went from stretching our legs to making out on the couch (with the movie paused, of course- I didn't want her to miss any of it). We had been at it for a few minutes when things began to heat up. She had begun to kiss my neck, which she knew I loved, and began to lift up my shirt, but, when her fingers brushed my back, I arched away, and she dropped my shirt. "What?" Her surprise was evident on her face; she was worried I didn't want it. "Should I not...?" "No," I mumbled, immediately embarrassed, "that just... tickled, is all." Stella's face immediately lit up with a mischievous smile, and I knew exactly what was coming. Stella had discovered a long time before this moment exactly how ticklish I was, although, unlike my friends who found the whole thing extremely funny, tickling me turned my girlfriend on, probably more than anything else we had done up to that point. She said she 'liked the way I squirm,' which... if she wanted a partner who would do that a lot, she came to the right person. ;P "Oh..." she said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive purr, "is that a problem?" As a matter of fact, it was. Stella and I had only been dating for a couple weeks at this point, and I was not comfortable enough with her house to use the toilet, as I had only been there a couple times- yes, I know such a hang up is childish, but it's lead to one or two arousing incidents, so I don't work too hard to fix it. The point is, having been there for the length of a movie and a half, my bladder was getting rather full in spite of my efforts to drink minimal amounts of liquid, and Stella's decision to tickle me now was highly unfortunate. "Um..." I began, but before I could get another word out, she was upon me, tickling me mercilessly. I laughed, of course, but it was not a happy laugh, and, between fits of giggling, I continually begged my girlfriend to stop. "Stella, please," I would say, or "Stop, stop, please, stop," or "please, please, please," but she wouldn't let up. Soon, she straddled me. I began to struggle and squirm, and this was just what she wanted. Stella began to tickle me with renewed energy, and I could no longer fit pleas between my laughter. All I could do was writhe, but eventually she let up and I caught my breath. "Oh... my... gosh..." I gasped. Stella looked at me quizzically. "I... can't... jeez, could you...?" "Tickle you more? Absolutely!" Stella said brightly, but she held off, waiting for my actual question. "Could you... give me a second..." I wheezed. I was by no means overweight, but no more was I in tip-top shape. When I regained my breath, I finally spoke up. "Stella..." I hesitated. I was going to ask her to stop, my bladder still aching softly from the effort of staying tense and keeping all the liquid inside me, but she looked so happy; blushing slightly, smiling widely, her crotch warm against my own. I knew she was enjoying this. I can handle a bit more, I decided. I nodded and her grin widened. Then she was back at it. It only took a minute for me to remember exactly why I had begged her to stop; my bladder muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and I knew that, if I let this go on for too much longer, I would have an accident right here, on my girlfriend's couch. I still had no intention of going to the bathroom, but I was convinced that, if she satisfied herself tickling me and gave up, I could hold it until I was ready to head home. I was wrong, of course, but I never got the chance to find out, because, at that exact moment, I sprung a leak. My eyes sprung open and a gasp escaped my mouth, momentarily stopping my giggles. I squeezed hard, and the leak stopped, but Stella's tickling did not. I knew that, at this moment, it was urgent that she stop. "Oh my god..." I managed, my mirth reduced by the horrifying realization that I may actually lose control, "Stel...la... stop... stop... please... I'm gonna pee!" "Oh, hush," she said, biting her lip, "you're only saying that so I'll give you a break." "No... no!" I pleaded. "I'm... serious... Stella, please..." she wasn't stopping. Another leak. This one was continuous, although tiny. Stella still wasn't letting up. "No, no..." I moaned, shifting back and forth, grinding against her in an effort to make her stop, doing my best to pry her hands away from me, but all my strength was focused in my bladder, and I couldn't. My desperate squirms only seemed to turn her on more, and she bit her lip, grinding back against me. "Please, please!" I bucked my hips, but she still didn't stop. Another big spurt, and I could feel my pants dampen. I tried again, revolting my hips against Stella, and it worked- she shifted... directly onto my bladder. I gasped as a huge jet of pee shot out of me and straight down my leg, wetting my pants to mid-thigh. I sat bolt-upright, and Stella finally stopped, backing up to avoid being headbutted. My hands flew to my crotch, but it was too late. "Oh, god," I mumbled, "oh god..." The pee wouldn't stop coming, no matter how I shifted or how hard I squeezed. I looked away from Stella, face burning, and noticed her floor- it was a sort of porcelain fake wood flooring. My pee wouldn't soak into that, so if I was going to wet myself, I would do it standing over the floor. I shoved my girlfriend off and stumbled off the couch, standing up on the floor, then grabbing my crotch and crossing my legs in a last ditch effort to keep from wetting myself completely. No good. The pee raced out of my bladder faster than ever, soaking my pants quickly, spilling into my cute fluffy socks, and then puddling on the floor. Since I had been drinking minimal amounts of water, it had a strong smell, and I was certain it would stain my lightly colored underwear and socks. I kept my back to Stella until the flow had stopped completely, then turned slowly to look at her, my face red with embarrassment. To my surprise, she was red too, but her face wore a look of arousal; she was still biting her lip and a lazy smile spread across her face. I looked at her, confused, and in response, she got up and kissed me deeply. "Hey," she said, still in the same deep purr, "that was... sorta hot." I gaped at her, in total shock. She had the same fetish I did?! "I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said you were going to have an accident," she continued, "but... well, let's get this cleaned up." True to her word, she helped me clean up, got me a pair of her sweatpants while we put the soaked jeggings in the washer, and listened intently as I spilled the truth- that I actually really enjoyed it myself- before watching the rest of the film with me. Did Stella truly have the same kink I did? Well, sort of... it turned out later that she quite enjoyed watching me wet myself, but not the feeling of doing it herself. I didn't mind, of course. I wound up wetting myself for her a couple other times, although, since these were intentional, they didn't make for such exciting stories. I was never afraid to use the bathroom at her house again, either. When you've had an accident in front of someone, I suppose asking to use their toilet is a pretty major step down. She and I are still dating to this day, and I have no intention of breaking things off any time soon. Anyway, that was the whole story. If you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the comments, and check out some of my other stories, like "An Evening With Friends," which I actually referenced in this story, or "The Gates of Shambhala," one of my many fanfictions. I love writing stories for you guys, so if you have anything else you'd like me to do, feel free to let me know in the comments or by DM. Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!
  2. I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention. The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think. “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.” “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.” She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.” I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.” Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-” “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“ “What! No I Don’t!” “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.” “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment. “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.” It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….” She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?
  3. seedsbarret

    Anyone know this video?

    Hey guys :) Ages ago I remember there being a video on Omorashi.tv before it got changed around and all made different. It was of two girls. They were both super desperate to pee. One of them was lay on the floor with her legs sorta tucked up like she was crawling but flipped on her back, and then she had her pants and panties pulled down to around her knees. Her friend began tickling her and she starts leaking like crazy and the camera zooms into her private area with a close up of the pee leaking out. She looked like she was lay like the half tortoise pose (bottom left) in this chart but on her back using her legs to try and stop her friend tickling her tummy. She was giggling lots and I think she had bare feet as well. Thanks anyone that can remember or put any info up about it :D Seeds x
  4. drake4281

    female Tickle Wetting.

    https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ae856996fb7a If someone can download this that would be awesome. 5:10 to 7:30
  5. consch

    Dark Smiles

    Dark Smiles The idea of choosing a nightclub based on the appearance of its sign seemed naïve to Kevin. However, after spending half an hour searching fruitlessly for a club with a short enough line of sufficiently interesting people, it was ultimately a sign that caught Kevin’s eye. It read “Dark Smiles” and was accompanied by pictures of women smiling mischievously. It was the only sign Kevin had seen that evening that gave anything close to a reliable indication of what the club it named was like. Some clubs had seductive names like “Paradise”, some had more modest names like “Loser’s Shack”, and some had scary names like “Minotaur’s Lair”, but neither these names nor the artwork on these clubs implied anything particular about the interior (assuming the owners had not somehow captured a live minotaur and gotten the municipal inspectors to sign off on it). The sign for Dark Smiles, on the other hand, clearly conveyed the message: “We are going to have a great time at your expense.” It takes a very specific type of person to walk into a place like that. It’s not enough to enjoy seeing people smile. Most nightclub staff smile, either because they’re required to or because it helps them get tips. To enter a place that practically brags about preying on its customers, one would have to have such a high level of empathy that one would endure any amount of humiliation or discomfort in order to be certain that the smiles of others were genuine. And one would indeed be certain, because there would be no reason for an open predator (well, prankster anyway; the smiles weren’t quite condescending) to fake enjoyment. Kevin was not surprised by the absence of any line at the door; he doubted many people had that kind of empathy. Kevin himself, however, was one of the (probably) few that did. It had been several years since he had had to put up with any malicious teasing by classmates, and he was in a good enough mood that he felt he could take whatever the people at Dark Smiles threw at him as long as it did something for them, so he decided to go in. For all the chilling undertones of the sign, the door was actually quite inviting. It was closed and opaque, but it had a big, cute up arrow outline on it, inside of which the word “Enter” was printed. Kevin entered and found himself in a fairly small entrance hallway. Two open doorways in front of him led deeper into the club, but before Kevin could more than glance at them he heard a voice to his right say, “Welcome to Dark Smiles.” He turned and saw a friendly-looking man sitting behind a counter with a cash register. The man was smiling pleasantly, not darkly like the women on the sign. He had a very easygoing appearance: casual enough not to seem intimidating, but well-groomed enough not to look like a pickpocket. Kevin took the two steps to the counter, letting the front door close behind him. “Have you been here before?” the man asked. “No,” Kevin answered. “Do you know much about this place?” “Only what I can guess based on the sign.” “Okay. Dark Smiles is a drinking bar. Unlike some of the clubs in this area, we do not have a dance floor or a disco ball, and we play our music quietly enough to encourage conversation. Shall I continue?” “Sure.” “The next thing you need to know is that you might be put into situations that you find distressing. Have you ever been to a haunted house?” “No.” “Would it bother you to be pushed into mud or sprayed with silly string?” “Sometimes, but not tonight. Is that the sort of thing that happens here?” “Not those things specifically, but that’s about the level of mischief that you can expect. I won’t elaborate any further because surprise is part of the game. Do you have any physical or mental health conditions that you think we should know about?” “Not that I can think of.” “You should be fine then. Now, before you’re allowed to enter the main area, you have to either pay a fifty-dollar cover or change into a special outfit that we provide. You’ll notice that there are two doorways leading into the club.” Kevin looked at the doorways that he had seen when he came in. “The doorway on the left leads straight to the bar for customers who choose to pay the fifty dollars. The doorway on the right leads to changing rooms and lockers, and a hallway continues past them into the rest of the club so that you don’t have to come back through here. Would you like to see the outfit?” “Sure.” The man looked under the counter briefly and then pulled out a folded stack of white cloth. He proceeded to unfold it by holding an edge up with both hands and letting the rest fall. It appeared to be a one-piece garment that combined a plain white t-shirt with pants of the same material and color, although there was no waistband to indicate where the shirt ended and the pants began. After a few seconds he turned it around horizontally. On the newly-revealed side (Kevin couldn’t tell whether it was the back or the front), there appeared to be a vertical break or fold in the “shirt” portion, midway between the shoulders, starting at the neck opening and stopping near the waist. “It fastens at the back with VELCRO®,” the man explained, pulling the garment apart at the neck to demonstrate how the back detached down to the waist in a V. Kevin noticed two round holes next to the tops of the V at the neck, about the size of his thumbnail, each of which was reinforced by a metal ring. The man then re-fastened the back of the outfit, and the two holes lined up at the back of the neck. He turned the garment back around. The man went on, “If you choose to wear this outfit then cover is free. You would be required to buy at least one drink, unless someone else offers to buy one for you, but I can assure you that our drink prices are quite reasonable. The bigger concern is that the outfit will mark you, both to staff and to other customers, as a target. So what do you think? Would you rather pay the fifty dollars, wear the outfit, or go somewhere else?” “I’ll wear the outfit,” Kevin said. He didn’t know enough about the place to want to pay fifty dollars to get in, and he didn’t think he would be able to find another place with quite such a playful atmosphere. “Okay. Here,” the man said, holding the outfit out to Kevin, who took it. “This one should fit you. If it doesn’t, come back and I’ll give you a different size. Before putting it on, I recommend that you remove all of your clothes, including socks, shoes, and underwear, so that they stay clean and dry no matter what happens to you in the club. Would you like a pair of flip-flops?” “Sure.” “Do you know your shoe size?” “Nine.” “Do you care what color?” “How about purple?” The man looked under the counter and took out a pair of purple flip-flops. “Here,” he said, handing them to Kevin. “Remember, changing rooms are through the doorway on the right. There are three of them, all on your right-hand side. Look for one with an open door; if they’re all closed, try knocking and then go in if no one answers. Lockers for your outside clothes and shoes are against the opposite wall. You can pick any locker with a key in it. The key will come out once the locker is closed, can be worn around your wrist, and has the locker number on it in case you forget it. Remember also that that hallway continues into the club, so you don’t have to come back here until you’re ready to leave. You can use your key to start a bar tab, so that you don’t have to carry cash or cards with you into the club. Do you have any questions?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Great. There’s a staff member at the other end of the hallway who can help you if you have any difficulties. Have fun!” Kevin carried the outfit and flip-flops through the right-hand doorway and immediately found himself in a hallway with a wall of lockers on his left and three doors on his right. All three of the doors were open. Kevin went through the first door, which led to a small room with a bench. He closed and locked the door, sat on the bench, and started taking off his shoes and clothes. Following the man’s advice, he stripped completely naked, folding each article of clothing as he took it off and stacking them on the bench next to him. He then opened the back of the outfit and climbed into it. It was not excessively difficult to put on, although fastening the back again was a slight challenge. In the end, though, he was able to do it on his own, found that the outfit did indeed fit him well, and emerged from the changing room wearing his new outfit and carrying his old one. He found an empty locker, put his street clothes and shoes into it, closed the door, took the key, which was attached to a wristband, and put it around his wrist. He then followed the hallway deeper into the club. There was indeed a staff member at the far end of the hallway: a woman with reddish brown hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a shirt with “Dark Smiles” written on it. The smile she put on when she saw Kevin was, in fact, a bit dark, unlike the smile of the man at the front. Kevin did not let his gaze linger on her, in order to make it clear that he did not have any questions. Even so, when he reached the end of the hallway, she said, quite loudly, “Welcome to Dark Smiles!” “Thank you,” Kevin said uncertainly, looking at her. The woman winked at him, then looked away. Kevin glanced quickly around the room he had just entered. It was not crowded, but all of the twenty or so people that Kevin could see seemed to suddenly be looking at him. One woman, seated with others around a fairly long table, actually stood up. Kevin spotted the bar, which only had a couple of patrons at it, and started walking in that direction. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a different nearby female voice say appreciatively, “Welcome indeed.” He turned and saw that the woman who had stood up from the table was now standing right next to him. “Is it your first time here?” she asked. “Yes,” Kevin said. “Delicious,” the woman purred, more to herself than to Kevin. “Looks like I’m in for a real treat.” Kevin started to worry that this woman might actually eat him. He felt something against the back of his neck, then heard a click from that same spot. He reached up with his hand and felt a palm-sized metallic object there. “It’s a combination lock,” the woman told him. “It prevents you from taking off your outfit until I decide to unlock it. We put one on everyone who wears the outfit. I’m glad I got to you before one of the staff members did. I’ll take the lock off at the end of the night so that you can change back into your street clothes. In the meantime, why don’t you come sit with us? I saved you a seat.” Kevin looked at her, confused. “How did you know I was coming?” “Okay, not you you. I saved a seat for a cute first timer. So hurry up and take it before someone else does.” She took hold of Kevin’s wrist and started pulling him back toward her table. Kevin decided not to resist. If he did get eaten, then at least he would be a source of enjoyment for an attractive woman. The table had a transparent top and was much longer than it was wide. Up close, Kevin could see that it consisted of several smaller tables arranged edge-to-edge. There were five chairs on each of the long sides of the assembled table but no chairs at the ends. On the far side, the leftmost and rightmost pairs of chairs were each occupied by a man and a woman, while the middle chair was empty. On the near side, the leftmost two chairs were empty, while the three rightmost chairs were all occupied by women. The woman between the other two, in the fourth chair from the left, was the only person at the table wearing the club’s special white outfit. Her outfit, like Kevin’s, had a combination lock passing through the two holes at the back of the neck, preventing the outfit from being removed while the lock was in place. The woman who had brought Kevin there pulled out the second chair from the left on the near side of the table and gestured for Kevin to sit. He did, and then the woman herself sat in the empty chair to his left. “I’m Wanda,” she said to Kevin, holding out her right hand. “Kevin,” Kevin said, shaking it. A waitress approached the table. “What would you like to drink?” she asked Kevin. “Do you have pineapple juice?” Kevin asked. “Sure thing,” the waitress answered. “I’ll be right back.” She headed back to the bar. While she was gone, Wanda introduced Kevin to the others around the table. The woman to Kevin’s immediate right was named Crystal. The woman beyond her, in the white outfit, was named Emily. Emily was apparently another first timer, and she looked as nervous as Kevin felt. The woman to Emily’s right was named Debbie. Wanda told Kevin that Debbie was the one who had put the lock on Emily’s outfit. The names of the people across the table Kevin forgot almost as soon as they were introduced, although he did learn that each pair was a romantic couple. The waitress came back to the table. “Here’s your pineapple juice,” she said in a musical voice, putting the glass in front of Kevin. She had an amused smile on her face. Kevin wasn’t sure what could be so funny about a glass of pineapple juice, but he decided not to think about it too hard. “It’s two dollars,” the waitress said. Kevin realized that he had left his wallet in his locker. Then he remembered that he was supposed to use his key to start a tab. Before he could remove it from his wrist, though, Wanda said to the waitress, “Put it on my tab.” “You got it,” the waitress said. “Wanda, right?” “That’s right,” Wanda said. “Enjoy your drink,” the waitress said to Kevin, smiling even more widely, before heading off again. Kevin was becoming increasingly curious about what all these people were smiling about, but at the same time he thought that maybe he was better off not knowing. He started to drink his juice. “I notice that Emily’s the only other person at this table wearing this outfit,” Kevin said between sips. “Does that mean that the rest of you all paid the fifty dollars to get in?” “Yes,” Wanda said. “After the first visit, the free option just doesn’t cut it anymore.” “But it’s so much money! What do you get for it?” “We get left alone. And if we’re lucky —” she started caressing Kevin’s shoulder with her fingers — “we get toys of our own.” As Kevin finished his juice, Emily inhaled sharply, then, speaking quickly, asked, “Does anyone know where the bathroom is?” While she had never truly been at ease, Kevin was surprised by how suddenly her anxiety level seemed to have skyrocketed. Equally surprising was how quickly and excitedly everyone else around the table smiled in response to Emily’s question. Their smiles made Kevin even more uneasy than he had been, but they did not appear to be literally cannibalistic; whatever horrors might happen to Kevin or Emily while they were there, Kevin felt reassured that the two of them would be able to leave at the end of the night without any permanent wounds. Emily seemed to feel similarly; she sounded scared but not adrenaline-scared as she asked, “Why are you all smiling?” Debbie, the woman on Emily’s right, said, “You won’t be able to use the toilet until I unlock your outfit.” “Right, of course,” said Emily, in a tone that suggested she had forgotten about the lock. “I’ll need you to take the lock off. But it would also be helpful to know where the bathroom actually is.” In an amused tone, Debbie said to the people across the table, “She wants to know where the bathroom is.” She turned to Emily and said, “The bathroom’s next to the hallway where you came in. But I don’t feel like taking the lock off yet.” Emily put a hand between her legs to squeeze her crotch, then crossed her legs tightly over the hand and bent forward. She used her other hand to try to pull the neck of her outfit over her shoulders, but with the lock in place the neck wouldn’t stretch far enough. She also fumbled at the lock to confirm that it couldn’t be removed without dialing the combination, which Emily couldn’t have done even if she knew the combination because she couldn’t see the numbers on the lock. Wanda moved her hand from Kevin’s shoulder to his chest, continuing to massage him gently. “Come on,” Emily said to Debbie, “I really have to pee. Could you please take the lock off? You can put it back on when I get back.” “Oh, you have to pee, do you?” Debbie teased, still smiling widely. “Yes,” Emily said anxiously, “I really, really have to pee. Please take the lock off so I can go to the bathroom.” “Well, I could take the lock off, but I think it would be more fun to tickle you,” Debbie said, then unfastened some of the VELCRO® holding Emily’s outfit together at the back, slid her hand in, and started tickling Emily’s side under the outfit. Crystal, the woman on Emily’s left (next to Kevin), also slid her hand in to join in on the tickling. The four people across the table, who were also still smiling, each slid a hand down the adjacent person’s pants and started rubbing. They did it in pairs; no one reached across the empty chair. Kevin remembered that each pair was a romantic couple, so it wasn’t as though they were touching someone that they had just met, unlike Wanda, whose hand had drifted down to Kevin’s stomach. “What, you think this is cute?” Emily asked, still squeezing herself with her hand between her tightly crossed legs while trying to dodge the tickling fingers of the women on either side of her. “I’m serious, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” “Aww,” Crystal teased, “are you going to wet yourself? Are you going to start peeing helplessly into your thin white cotton outfit?” Emily did not respond. Wanda slid her hand farther down Kevin’s front until she reached his penis, which had already started to harden from Emily’s movements and pleas and the teasing of the women next to her. As Wanda rubbed Kevin’s penis through his outfit, she said softly into his ear, “It is pretty cute, isn’t it? Look how tightly Emily’s squeezing her pussy with her hand and thighs. Look at the way she’s wriggling and squirming. Look at her face; she’s starting to panic. She really does have to pee extremely badly. But Debbie’s enjoying the show too much to want to take the lock off. Isn’t it delicious?” Kevin thought about speaking up for Emily. Remembering what the man at the front had said about silly string and mud, however, Kevin figured that refusing to unlock someone’s outfit when she needed to pee was fair game, so he decided to keep quiet. Remembering the lock on his own outfit, Kevin made a mental note to avoid drinking too much so that the same thing didn’t happen to him. Of course, they would probably still find some way to trick him. Or perhaps they had already decided to be nice to him that evening. He turned his attention back to Emily. Emily uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, with her hand still between them, while the women on either side of her continued to smile and tickle her. “Try not to think about waterfalls,” Crystal teased in a singsong voice. “Are you trying to make me wet myself?” Emily demanded. “Maybe I’ll take the lock off before you lose control, or maybe I won’t,” Debbie answered. “At the moment, though, I’m really enjoying watching you frantically try to stay dry.” “You have to pee so-o-o bad right now, don’t you?” Crystal asked Emily rhetorically. “You really need Debbie to take that lock off soon so that you can have a clean, relieving pee in the toilet instead of an embarrassing, wet accident in your clothes, don’t you? Do you feel like you’re about to completely soak yourself? Do you feel like, no matter how tightly you squeeze your crotch, your pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably and unstoppably out through your pussy and saturate the entire lower half of your outfit?” Emily started to rhythmically tense and release her crossed thighs and the hand in her crotch. She seemed to be rocking back and forth, but she was already moving around so much from Debbie and Crystal’s tickling that it was hard to tell. Kevin felt his penis harden further from Wanda’s hand and the scene in front of him. Debbie started hissing at Emily, and Crystal quickly joined in. Emily started continuously uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, bending forward each time they were crossed, her hand still frantically squeezing and releasing her vulva as she tried as hard as she could to keep from peeing where she sat. She was quiet for a time, but then suddenly her panic seemed to peak, and, speaking very quickly, she begged Debbie, “Come on, you need to take the lock off now, I’m about to start peeing, come on, come on, hurry up, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m about to — oh no, I’m starting to pee, come on, hurry up and get the lock off!” Debbie and Crystal stopped hissing and took their hands out from inside Emily’s outfit. Debbie re-fastened the VELCRO®. “You’re peeing?” Debbie asked playfully, still smiling. Still panicking, and still speaking very quickly, Emily answered, “Yes, I’m peeing in my pants, I can’t stop it, please, please, please take the lock off, come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” Debbie just sat there smiling at Emily. Through the transparent tabletop, Kevin saw a wet patch on Emily’s outfit start to spread past the hand she still had in her crotch. Her crossed thighs were still rapidly tensing and releasing, but it didn’t stop the wet patch from spreading further. She took her hand out of her crotch, wiped it on the dry outside of one of her thighs, and then buried her face in both hands while she continued to helplessly pee down the legs of her white cotton outfit. No one said anything as the legs of Emily’s outfit got wetter and wetter, or as the pee dripped from her ankle cuffs and the edges of her chair. Eventually Emily relaxed and uncrossed her thighs, presumably since they no longer seemed to be helping, though she kept her face in her hands. When the pee finally stopped flowing, Wanda gave Kevin’s very hard penis a playful squeeze through his outfit and then removed her hand. The two couples across the table removed their own hands from their partners’ pants. Then everyone at the table except Kevin and Emily applauded. Emily cautiously peeked up over her hands. When she was done clapping, Debbie, sounding impressed, said to Emily, “Wow, that was beautiful.” Debbie kissed Emily on a part of her cheek that wasn’t covered by her hands, then continued gently, “Don’t be sad. You were perfect. The bathroom next to the hallway where you came in has showers and fresh towels so you can get cleaned up. Hold still.” Debbie dialed the combination on Emily’s lock, then took the lock off and put it in her purse. “You can change back into your street clothes now that you’ve given your show. A staff member will clean the floor and replace your chair while you’re gone. But hurry back. There’s another show starting soon, and I think you’ll enjoy that one.” Emily slowly lifted her face out of her hands. She appeared nervous, but not upset. She looked at Debbie, whose smile had turned sympathetic. After a few moments, Emily asked Debbie faintly, “Could you walk me to the bathroom?” “Sure,” Debbie said. The two of them stood up, and for the first time Kevin saw how sheer the wet parts of Emily’s outfit were. It seemed that she had also followed the advice of the man at the front not to wear anything under the outfit. Kevin had a brief but clear glimpse of Emily’s labia through the wet, clingy, translucent material at the front, and as she and Debbie started walking away toward the bathroom, Kevin could that the back of the outfit was completely soaked, see-through, and plastered to Emily from the waist down, making her entire bum (as well as the backs of her legs) completely visible to anyone on that side of her, including Kevin. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda murmured into Kevin’s ear. Kevin continued to stare at Emily as she and Debbie exchanged a few inaudible words with the female staff member at the near end of the locker/changing-room hallway before Emily went into the bathroom and the door closed behind her. Wanda was right; it was one of the most amazing things Kevin had ever seen. Debbie came back to the table, and a few moments later a staff member arrived with a mop, bucket, and rag. The staff member wiped the top of Emily’s chair with the rag, then moved the chair out of the way and mopped up the puddle of Emily’s pee from the floor. The staff member then took the chair away. “Wow, that was so much fun!” Debbie said excitedly. “The panic on her face as she started to pee helplessly while frantically begging me to take the lock off was absolutely delicious!” “Yes, I loved it!” Crystal agreed. “But remember, I get to use my lock next time.” “Yes, of course,” Debbie said. “I hope Emily’s okay,” one of the women across the table said. “So do I,” said Debbie. “I’ll check in with her when she gets back. If she comes back.” A staff member came to the table to bring a clean chair to Emily’s place. Kevin couldn’t tell whether or not it was the same staff member, nor could he tell whether or not it was the same chair. As he watched the staff member leave, Kevin saw the bathroom door open and Emily emerge wearing a white towel. She looked at the table briefly, smiled weakly at Kevin, and then disappeared into the hallway with the lockers. “I’d say that was well worth the fifty-dollar cover, wouldn’t you?” Wanda asked Kevin. “Absolutely,” Kevin answered. “We don’t get targets every week,” Wanda explained, “and when we do there’s often stiff competition for them. But when we are able to catch one it makes up for all the other times. The seven of us have banded together to increase our chances of getting victims to share, but I think this is the first time we’ve managed to get two in one night.” “Two?” Kevin asked. “So I am, in fact, a victim?” It had been his assumption coming in, but having seen Emily freak out while he, Kevin, had been able to calmly enjoy the show, he had started to think that perhaps he had somehow escaped disaster. Wanda’s count, however, suggested otherwise. “Yes,” Wanda answered, confirming Kevin’s fears. “I’ll explain why when Emily finishes changing.” Soon Kevin saw Emily return to the table wearing a long black dress that was thin enough to show the general shape of her body but opaque enough to conceal the color of the skin under it. She was smiling uncertainly. “They cleaned the floor and brought a new chair,” Debbie said, rubbing her hand on the seat of the chair and then holding the hand up for Emily to see how clean it was. “You can sit here again.” Emily cautiously pulled out the chair, sat down, and scooted back in. “Are you okay?” Debbie asked gently. “I’m okay,” Emily said calmly. “But don’t make me pee in my dress. I have to wear it home.” “We won’t,” Debbie said. “So, Kevin,” Wanda said, loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “are you ready to give us a performance like the one we just saw?” Kevin chuckled. “I doubt I’ll be in that situation anytime soon,” he said. “I used the bathroom before leaving the house, and I’ve only had that one glass of pineapple juice since then.” “Ah,” Wanda said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled playfully, “but, you see, that one glass of pineapple juice had a very special ingredient that will make the whole thing hit you really hard in about —” she looked at her watch — “three seconds.” “Oh, is that why I had to pee so bad out of nowhere!” Emily said in sudden realization as Kevin stared, stunned, at Wanda’s triumphant face. Sure enough, as soon as Emily finished expressing her understanding, Kevin felt a sudden, powerful need to pee. He tried to look casual as he felt at the back of his neck to see if he could get the lock off on his own, or open the outfit with the lock in place, or squeeze his shoulders through the neck hole. None of these endeavors, with the possible exception of looking casual, were any more successful than they had been for Emily. Kevin brought his hands back in front of him. Now that Kevin knew what they were after, he decided it would be best to try to hide his need. It wasn’t that he was reluctant to be their toy, but he felt an instinctive desire to avoid embarrassment, and he also didn’t want to seem like he was following a script. So, as calmly as he could, he said to Wanda, “Well, this has been fun. But it’s getting late. Why don’t you take the lock off so I can go home?” Wanda smirked. “Yeah, nice try,” she said. “You’re mine for the next fifteen minutes, and if you have a problem with that, you’re welcome to wear the outfit home.” That would be silly, of course; it would mean wetting himself in front of the whole neighborhood, instead of merely the patrons of Dark Smiles, since there was no possible way he would make it home dry. Misdirection clearly wasn’t going to work, and Kevin wasn’t really able to keep pretending that he felt perfectly fine. Feeling that he would wet himself otherwise, Kevin crossed his legs tightly and used a hand to squeeze his penis, which had softened considerably since Emily’s wetting. Even knowing that he would probably end up peeing in the outfit anyway, he had to at least try to hold it until he could get Wanda to take the lock off. There was still a chance that he would be luckier than Emily. “Looks like someone needs to pee,” Wanda teased. “Amazing how hard that one glass of juice can hit you, isn’t it? I bet you really want me to take the lock off now, don’t you?” “Yes, could you? Please?” Kevin asked, feeling his need to pee intensify as he continued to squeeze his penis tightly through the cotton material covering it. Looking past Kevin, Wanda said, “What do you think, Crystal, should I take the lock off?” “No, let’s play with him a bit first,” Crystal said. “Yes,” Wanda agreed, “that would be more fun, wouldn’t it?” The two couples across the table put their hands down each other’s pants again as Wanda and Crystal unfastened enough of Kevin’s outfit to slide their hands in at the back of the waist and start tickling his bare skin. Kevin squirmed around to try to get away from their fingers while continuing to struggle against his desperate need to pee. He looked at Emily; she seemed to have almost fully recovered from her anxiety and had her mouth open in excitement as she stared at Kevin. Beyond her, Debbie had a more confident, almost dominating smile, and she winked at Kevin when she saw him looking at her. Kevin felt Crystal kiss his cheek, and he turned slightly to look at her. Smiling, she said, “You look so cute wiggling around and squeezing your dick trying so hard to keep from pissing yourself while we tickle you. You really do have to go badly, don’t you?” Kevin felt embarrassed to have been seen doing these things, but he hadn’t really had a choice; it was the only way to stay dry. Turning back to Wanda, Kevin said breathlessly, “Wanda, it’s getting worse. Could you please take the lock off before I wet myself? I’ll be your best friend forever.” “It’s getting worse?” Wanda teased. “Is your bladder filling a bit faster than you would like? Is the pressure at the base your dick becoming harder to resist? Is the pee about to force itself through the length of that dick and into your clothes?” Uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way, Kevin begged, “Wanda, come on, mix things up a bit, don’t make me wet myself like Emily did.” “That would be so embarrassing, wouldn’t it?” Crystal asked as Kevin turned to look at her. Still smiling, she continued, “Grownups aren’t supposed to pee in their clothes. And you’ve seen how see-through that outfit gets when it’s wet.” Over her shoulder, Kevin saw Emily blush and look away briefly, although she quickly returned her gaze to Kevin. Crystal added, “I wonder what your penis looks like.” Even though he wouldn’t be the first, it would indeed be quite embarrassing to wet himself in front of them. But he couldn’t think of anything further to say to convince Wanda to take the lock off. Feeling his need intensify further still, Kevin started to rapidly, repeatedly clench and relax the hand holding his penis as Wanda and Crystal continued to tickle his waist under the outfit. Kevin really felt like he was going to start peeing soon no matter what he did, but he kept quiet for the time being, hoping that Wanda would lose interest and take the lock off before Kevin soaked himself uncontrollably. “Pssss…” Wanda and Crystal started hissing at Kevin, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate on not peeing. He used a second hand to help him squeeze his frantic penis in pulses. Just as Emily had done, Kevin started frequently uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, tensing his thighs each time they were crossed, and bending forward as well as he could while squirming from Wanda’s and Crystal’s tickling fingers. He could not believe how badly he needed to pee. His dread was reaching new heights. All the other people around the table, however, including Emily, were clearly having the time of their lives. It wasn’t much longer before Kevin felt his hold weakening. He looked at Wanda, hoping to see her hand moving toward the lock, but she still appeared to be devoting her energy to tickling, hissing, and enjoying Kevin’s struggle. Kevin was out of time; he had to say something. “Wanda,” he started, unable to keep the panic out of his voice, “I really can’t hold it anymore, could you please take the lock off now?” Wanda nodded at Crystal, and the two of them stopped tickling Kevin and removed their hands from his outfit. They also stopped hissing. Wanda moved her hands to the lock and started manipulating it. Kevin did his best to at least keep his neck still so that Wanda could dial the combination more easily. He was still rapidly crossing and uncrossing his legs and rhythmically squeezing his penis with both hands, desperately trying to hold on until Wanda could get the lock off. But Wanda seemed to be turning the dial very, very slowly, and Kevin was already at his limit. He felt a spurt of pee shoot out of his penis and saw a small wet spot appear at the crotch of his outfit. “Hurry up!” Kevin begged Wanda urgently, “I’m starting to pee!” He felt another spurt and saw the spot get larger. He could feel that he only had a few more seconds before he lost all control. Wanda removed her hands from the back of Kevin’s neck, but Kevin could see that she was not holding the lock. “I dialed the first two numbers,” Wanda said. “All you have to do now is turn the dial clockwise until you hear a clunk, and then you’ll be able to open it.” Was she seriously playing more games? Kevin’s muscles gave out; he started to pee continuously into his outfit, and no amount of clenching (be it with his hands, thighs, or internal muscles) could stop the flow. Once he realized that there was no longer any point trying to fight his body, he let go of his penis and shifted his focus to processing what Wanda had just said. Clockwise, eh? He held a hand in front of him as though gripping a dial, figured out which direction clockwise would be, then put the hand on the lock dial behind his neck and started slowly turning it clockwise as he continued to wet himself. As soon as Kevin heard the clunk, he immediately pushed his chair back and stood up. The others around the table cheered as he did this, but he didn’t take any time to listen to them, or to see if Emily had joined in; he turned and ran to the bathroom Emily had used to clean up. He heard the female staff member next to the hallway laughing at him, but it barely registered as he checked the bathroom door quickly to make sure it was unisex, went in, ran up to the toilet, lifted the seat, removed the lock from his neck, unfastened the back of the outfit, and pulled it down to his waist. Below his waist, the wet material clung to his skin, making it difficult to pull down farther, but he was eventually able to get it past his still-peeing penis and finish his pee in the toilet. When he had finished peeing, Kevin found the toilet paper, tore off a square, used it to wipe the tip of his penis, and flushed it down the toilet. He then kicked off his purple flip-flops and peeled his outfit the rest of the way down his legs. He could feel how wet it was, particularly in the back; he doubted he had left the table much drier than Emily had; the portion of Kevin’s pee that had made it into the toilet would probably have ended up on the floor, rather than in his outfit, if Wanda hadn’t helped him take the lock off when she did. Once Kevin finished pulling his outfit off over his feet, he turned his head to look around the bathroom. He saw the shower and shelves of neatly-folded white towels that Debbie had mentioned, as well as a sink. He also saw a small door in the wall with the words “Laundry Chute” written above it. Figuring that Wanda would probably want her lock back, he removed the lock from the outfit hole in which it was still hooked before putting the outfit itself into the laundry chute. He then washed his hands and the lock in the sink, put the lock down at the edge of the sink, locked the bathroom door (which he hadn’t had time to do on his way in), picked up his flip-flops, and got into the shower. He turned the water on and rinsed the flip-flops under it before washing his body as quickly as he could, using a bottle of soap he found in the shower that he assumed was provided the club. He then put the flip-flops back on, dried himself with one of the towels on the shelves, wrapped the towel around himself, picked Wanda’s lock back up, and left the bathroom. As he came out in his towel, Kevin saw Wanda chatting with the nearby female staff member with the reddish-brown ponytail. Kevin walked up to them and handed the combination lock to Wanda, saying, “Here,” as the women both turned to look at Kevin. “Thanks,” Wanda said, taking the lock. “Did you put your outfit in the laundry chute?” “Yes,” Kevin said. “Great,” Wanda said. “You can change back into your outside clothes now.” Turning to the staff member, she confirmed, “That’s okay, right?” “Yes, absolutely,” the staff member said. “Good job to both of you.” She looked at Kevin to include him in the compliment, then added, “The nearest changing room has another laundry chute for your towel and flip-flops.” “You can come sit with us again when you’re done,” Wanda told Kevin. “Your place has already been cleaned. Of course, if you’d rather go home, that’s fine too.” “Thanks,” Kevin said. He went to the lockers, removed his key from his wrist, unlocked his own locker, took his clothes and shoes out, and went into the changing room closest to the bar to put them on. He found the laundry chute and put his towel and flip-flops into it before returning, dressed, to Wanda’s table. As Kevin sat back down, Wanda said excitedly, “You’re back!” and hugged him as well as she could, given that they were both sitting down. “That was amazing!” Wanda went on, releasing Kevin from the hug. “I really loved messing with you as you desperately tried not to wet yourself. But my favorite part was seeing you stand up after starting to pee helplessly into that white cotton outfit. It went just as see-through as Emily’s, and it was really magical to see the pee continue to flow, both while you were standing there and as you turned and ran to the bathroom. You really couldn’t stop it, could you?” “I really couldn’t,” Kevin admitted. “I’m lucky I got any in the toilet at all.” “Well, thanks for the show,” Wanda said. “I hope you’re not traumatized. They screen people coming in as well as they can without ruining the game.” “I’m fine,” Kevin reassured Wanda. “I’m glad you had fun.” “That’s good to hear,” Wanda said. “We’ll probably hang out here for another half an hour to see if we can snag a third target, and then we’re planning to go to an afterparty. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” She looked at Emily and said, “You, too.” “Sure, I’d totally be up for that,” Kevin said. “Yeah, that sounds fun,” Emily agreed. Overall, Kevin had found Dark Smiles to be the most exciting place he had ever visited. The End
  6. Lord Reek

    Tickle Wetting Stories

    Hey guys, I feel like I'm definitely not the only person to have experienced an accident like this (especially when young) so I reckon I'd get a thread going! My story happened when I was six and I was playing in my room after school with one of my friends. She suddenly poked me in the sides and realised how ticklish I was. At that point she proper went for it and showed no mercy. I begged her to cut it out but it wasn't long before I'd wet my grey sweatpants and she made fun of me for the rest of the afternoon :( Luckily, she never told anyone and we remain good friends to this day :)
  7. View File Tied and tickled till she pees This girl is all tied up and another girl is tickling her for minutes than sits on her bladder and tickles her more until she looses control Submitter Despholder Submitted 02/05/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  8. Tickled till she pees 2 Submitted by: pwatch63 Submission Date: : 07 Nov 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Panties/Undies Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Unspecified Girl tied up and tickled until she wets her panties. Click here to download this file
  9. Lauren and I were house mates , neither of us could be bothered cooking dinner so we decided to treat ourselves to a night out with a few drinks and dinner . We went to our local tavern for a couple of pre dinner drinks before moving on to a restaurant we had booked earlier. We were chatting away when a couple of guys came and sat with us , they introduced themselves to us . Both were fly in fly out mine workers , their names were Mathew and Tyson . Both guys were best mates with rugged good looks caught our interest almost immediately . The drinks flowed , the guys kept us entertained to the point where we nearly forgot our dinner date . Lauren and I went to the toilet to " compare notes " we were both excited by our new love interests , so we decided to ask them if they would join us for dinner . I had my eyes on Matt , and Lauren had taken a liking to Tyson . The guys jumped at the chance to join us , so off we went . Somehow it felt right , the guys made us laugh and they didn't seem to be coming with us with only one thing in mind . Our night was a huge success , so we swapped phone numbers and agreed to see each other again . We only had a few days to get to know each other before the guys had to return to work . It was a long few weeks before the guys came back . I spent most of the day with Matt but I was reluctant to spend a night with him in case my " problem " resurfaced and I would ruin our relationship before it had begun . Even Lauren wouldn't sleep with me unless I wore a diaper . I am an occasional bedwetter , unless I have been drinking then I am a frequent bedwetter . I had only started wearing diapers at night again since I moved in with Lauren . I had tried sleeping with guys before , of course I never worked up the courage to tell them about my bladder issues and after a night out I would lay awake stressing about peeing myself in my sleep and then having to explain myself in the morning . Eventually after a few near sleepless nights I would be so tired I would collapse into a coma like slumber and wether I had been drinking or not I would wake in a wet bed . The friction it caused in our relationship would soon form cracks which would then turn into chasms , we would fight and argue about seemly stupid issues , then my bedwetting would come up and eventually we would go our own separate ways and I would be single and unhappy again. This time it would be different , I would not sleep over until I thought I knew Matt well enough to explain my situation to him . Then if he wanted to call it off I would be hurt but I would rather it be that way then a painful split again . Matt and I were messing around . Matt was lying on the floor , I was straddling him . He only wearing jeans so I started kissing his chest . He wasn't wearing underwear , something that I found really sexy . So I began to put that situation to good use , I was feeling oh so horny, I lowered myself onto his man thing and began slowly and gently rocking my hips , so as to rub his jeans up and down on his ever expanding member . I really needed to pee but I also loved the feeling of having a full bladder and the exciting horny sensation I was getting . I could feel myself getting wet , I was teasing Matt , getting him almost to the edge and then backing off to deny him . I was really enjoying having a man in my life again . Matt sensed I was teasing him , so he grabbed me and began tickling me so hard it made me breathless . I couldn't get the words out I was so desperately trying to say " Stop or I am going to wet myself " !!!! I was straddled which left me helplessly defenceless ............................. Too Late !!!!! I felt a hot gush of pee flood into my jeans , Matt kept tickling unaware of what had just happened , then stopped with a startled look on his face . I sat stunned and helpless as my bladder emptied itself into my underwear and now soaking through to Matt's proud member . My relationship was melting away or so I thought , I looked at Matt , expecting a tirade of abuse . Nothing !!! except a guy looking very embarrassed with the biggest man toy I had ever seen . OMG !!! my horniness returned in a flash , I couldn't help myself . I ripped open his jeans , exposing him . Then dragged my own jeans down my legs , not even bothering to remove my panties , I just yanked them to one side and then directed his member into my flooded garden . We made love like a couple possessed , frantic , wild and untamed !!! I felt his warm seed explode inside me , which triggered my own intense shattering orgasm . Every fibre in my body screamed in pent up release !!!! as I dug my nails deep into his chest . Panting I collapsed onto his chest , enjoying the wilting afterglow . I kissed him lovingly , thankful to be still together after peeing on my new boyfriend . He quietly whispered to me " Where the F**k did that come from ? " I whispered quietly back " You made me wet my pants " We have to talk " We got up and went and showered , I was in a dream , I had just had the best sex with a guy ever !! We showered and in the middle of the day climbed into bed . I had already sensed that Matt was easy to talk to . Ok he said tell what just happened . So I confessed " peeing myself turns me on " as soon as I said that I could feel his " barometer " rise . Matt was turned on by me peeing on him . He confessed he was embarrassed because he got a hard on when I peed all over him and thought I would be angry for making me piss my pants . Matt had never had any involvement with pee sex , it was totally new to him . Seizing my chance I went for broke , we talked for hours I shared my bladder issues with him even confessing that I wore diapers at night . Matt didn't even know they made "adult diapers" , we shared our kinks and we finally realised we had something special between us . That was over 5 years ago , our relationship has continued to flourish , even though at times its still long distance , our week together is so much fun . Its the happiest I have ever been . Lauren and I are still in regular contact so we don't get lonely when our guys are away . I am so glad we decided to go to dinner that night , it changed my life forever . Some things are meant to be !!
  10. Celine Noiret whom we know from LoveWetting is being tickled by two other women. At about 5:00 she says "I will pee myself" and half a minute later we see her shorts are really wet in the crotch. Then the tickling women inspect the wet shorts and continue tickling. https://vk.com/videos207268542#/videos207268542?z=video226027395_170311255%2Fpl_207268542_-2
  11. I thought that there could be suggestions about a game, which includes an animated human person, the player could choose the player's skin-tone, appearance, add piercings and tattoos, change the color of the eyes and hair (also the haircut), the outfit, etc. instead of just choosing a gender like "male" and "female". most color-section can be shown with a moveable bar-section, where the amount can visually be seen on the character's appearance. there could be either a dice for starting the environment of the game ...the background and details. it could show numbers or small pictures. there could be a room for public-desperation, or being somewhere alone and it's at night and the player should find the toilet, or being blindfolded in an unknown room (optionally to being bondaged) and when partly freeing yourself, you can see a person or a machine ready to tickle specific body-parts, e.g. the feet, armpits, belly, etc. pet-play could also be a part of the game, like a wolf-similar human who wears a murrsuit and a diaper underneath. accidentally scenes and situations on purpose could be included and also depend on the player's actions. each room is showing the current state of the bladder's fullness with a vertical-bar which is increasing or decreasing, depending on the player's actions. there could be actions like "what will you do, if you're in ... situation?", where are some replys able to choose, but only one can be chosen in this case. for example in public it could be something like "1) entering the nearest building, 2) try to find a corner to secretly release some pressure on your bladder. 3) openly squeeze some of your lower body-parts' area to keep holding in the fluids." etc. or it could also show a picture of the chosen action, also in animated style and maybe instead of words it will show a picture of the action instead. there's also a hint before the player can even start the game. there are different ways why ...and also how the player got into the situation of wearing diapers, what's the starting-amount of the player's bladder-capacity, an amount for the player's in-game age (but at least 18+ years old), etc. also the player's diaper's style, colour, shape, etc. can be chosen and maybe a short-game is starting with someone who puts on the diaper (but no genitals can be seen in general, there's just the camera-angle placed where it's safe to watch ...sometimes from the top, sideways, from the bottom, etc. and maybe the sun-reflection from outside of the window is also preventing the game-viewer to see private-parts. also furnitures can block the direct-view and maybe persons walking by or food or drinks which are placed on a table and in the background the player can be seen getting from underwear into diapers and actually no unclothed scenes can be seen). the player's size, weight, etc. would be nice to adjust for this game too. also when getting tickled, there could be different objects to use (e.g. a feather) and the computer's mouse-pointer is holding that chosen item and will tickle the player or it can be the exactly opponent part, where the player have to avoid that specific object or the pee-fluid inside of the player's bladder will rise instead. the desperate person / player will in-game change his or her position when getting more desperate and being close to wet the diaper. for a more realistic appearance, there could also be a varietly of pee-colour, which starts to flood the diaper: clear, yellowish and yellow. the diaper can be a part of a dress-up game, where the player can choose if the diaper should be worn underneath a (thight) boxershort or wider shorts, or just wearing the diaper in general, wearing socks, shoes, a shirt, etc. there could be shorter games within the main-game, for example: being close to wetting. where should the player aim and how? (possible answers could be something like "prevent wetting. facing the viewer's camera with your back and hose down the floor underneath, but stay dry this way (a noisy hissing pee-sound can be heard in addition to an expression of relief, e.g. sighing)" or "the zipper got stuck, your diaper gets filled up with a slow, but steady pee-stream (the diaper steadily changes its color)" or "you're trying to squeeze and pinch your genital to keep in your fluid, even spurt after spurt escapes and it slowly turns into a dripping, but it can't be stopped completely (small bursts of fluids can be heard)", etc. what do you guys think about a game like this and maybe with typing specific letters (or numbers) in the correct order to either decrease the pee-pressure if your combination was correct and with a bonus for a longer serie of right clicks. the game could end with positive or negative points, depending on how wet your clothes and diaper will get in-game. optionally or in addition how many other people got aware of the player wetting in general and maybe how desperate the player got before or when reaching the countdown / timer's limit. "close to wetting" could get more points than "completely emptied his or her bladder (inside or outside of the diaper)" or the intensity of the pee-stream could also increase the points' amount, while this part could need to turn-up the volume for the game itself to listen to the steam's sound.
  12. Kenny P.

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  13. Hi, folks ! I'd like to relate another one of my omo adventures to you, if that's OK ? it was a beautiful summer Saturday evening, so I was dressed quite casually in a white vest top (tee shirt to you Americans), a pair of black cotton leggings and white socks, and we were relaxing on the couch with a nice bottle of red wine. I say 'we', because my oh-so-pretty roommate Emily was staying in for once on a Saturday night, and we had decided to watch a movie together. I love watching movies so much; it's probably one of my favourite things to do in my spare time. I picked Zombieland, which is a bit of a romantic comedy but also a thriller, so we were able to agree on that one. Then I turned out the lights in the living room, because i really prefer seeing a movie in a dark theatre, and this made it seem more like that to me. Anyhow, there we were, sitting together on the couch in the dark, watching this great movie and sharing the red wine. :) It was delicious, by the way... Emily was dressed so cutely in a tiny red cropped tee shirt and really tight skinny jeans with frilly pink socks, and even though I LOVE Zombieland, I just couldn't help stealing glances at her. She looked lovely by the flickering light of the TV set in that dark room, I must say. Of course, the red wine was also starting to get me a little bit tipsy as we got about thirty-five minutes into the movie, and I also started getting that familiar feeling that told me i was going to probably need to get up to use the potty soon. Before much more time had passed, I was more than a little tipsy, and I started to shuffle a little where I was sitting. I began to wonder if maybe Emily was in the same state I was, but I really couldn't tell from her facial expression or body language; she was watching the movie raptly, and she wasn't squirming or fidgeting in place like i was. In fact, at first she seemed to be totally unaware of my ever increasing need to pee. Less than halfway through the movie, my hand had sneaked its way down to my thigh and was just resting there when I suddenly shuddered as I felt a small wave of desperation hit me. I looked over at Emily, hoping she still hadn't noticed anything, and I smiled when i saw that she had both hands down between her legs now. She was getting desperate too ! I quickly looked away so she didn't catch on to the fact that I knew she also had to pee pretty badly now and went back to watching the movie, but still couldn't keep myself from glancing over quickly at her every now and again as both of us slowly became more and more desperate. About 50 minutes into the movie, I was suddenly hit by a really severe wave of desperation, the kind you can barely resist... and i didn't manage to, well, not completely anyhow. I blushed a bright shade of crimson as I felt a bit of hot pee escape my wee hole to dampen my violet coloured cotton bikini knickers, but I somehow was able to keep from losing it totally and wetting myself then and there on the couch beside my pretty roommate. But at this point I knew it was really only a matter of time before one of us wet, because now Em was looking quite desperate as well, squirming in place and double crossing her legs as she leaned forward slightly and sat right at the edge of the couch. For some strange reason, neither of us wanted to admit how badly we had to go to the other, though. It was like an unofficial holding contest now... By the time we had gotten near the end of the movie. I had my hand in my knickers and when I looked over at Emily, she was squirming with both hands on her crotch and her jeans undone so I was able to see just a bit of her lime green knickers. As we turned to face each other, she smiled wickedly, moved her her hands to my hips and started tickling me. This took me completely by surprise, and I began to laugh and brought my hands quickly down to my sides to protect myself, but it was no use. I already had to pee so badly, and her tickling me was the last straw... Suddenly I felt myself squirting a nice long stream of hot pee into my knickers, and as she kept on tickling me I was laughing uncontrollably and gasping, until i finally managed to get out a few quick words. I blurted out, "OMG... Please stop, Em, I'm peeing my pants!" I think maybe she thought she'd won and that it was OK to stop before I completely wet myself, but when I felt her long fingernails stop tickling me, I saw my chance to go on the offensive, so I attacked her sides and started to tickle her mercilessly. Now it was her turn to squirm, wriggle, and gasp uncontrollably as I somehow was able to reach up and start tickling her armpits even though she ended up sitting on top of me, and she was shaking her head back and forth and screaming with laughter, until she cried out, "Oh NOOOO!" and I could feel her jeans getting soaked with her pee as she wet herself... but then she was able to do the same to me now, and I started laughing so hard I actually lost control and fully wet myself too ! I can't say the rest... but it was certainly a fun Saturday night, even if we did end up staying home !
  14. KnottyBuoy

    Tied Angel.mov

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  15. Chapter 1 David was sitting in the front row of the school bus taking him home from school. The seats were wide enough for two to fit comfortably, but no one was sitting next to David; most students preferred to sit near the back of the bus, where they could feel the bumps in the road more strongly. There were two girls sitting across the aisle from David: a blonde, sitting next to the aisle, and a brunette, sitting next to the window. Both were attractive, but so were a good many of David’s classmates. David alternated between watching the two girls and looking out his own window; there wasn't much else he could see from where he was sitting. About two-thirds of the way through the ride, while David was looking out the window, he heard a gasp and turned just in time to see the brunette plunge both hands tightly between her legs. The blonde was giggling. "I can't believe you would watersucker me in public!" the brunette exclaimed, quietly but clearly horrified. Watersucker? David thought, confused. He had never heard that term before. "We're almost home," the blonde replied. "Anyway, you got me while we were out hiking." "There was no one else around." "So it's the other people that bother you? The seat backs are too high for anyone to see you without standing up." The brunette looked around, then pointed at David. "He can see," she said. "All right, one person." "You know I'm going to get you back for this." "I'm sure you will," the blonde retorted. "In the meantime, though . . ." she started to tickle the brunette's sides. "Oh my god, stop. Stop. I have to pee." "That's the point." They stopped talking at that point. The blonde continued to giggle and tickle the brunette, who tried to squirm away from the blonde’s fingers while continuing to hold herself tightly with both hands. David, his mouth open slightly, could not take his eyes off of them. The brunette tried to glare angrily at the blonde a few times, but then she would crack up from the tickling, squeeze her vulva with the hands holding it, and then concentrate her efforts on trying to getting away from the tickling while, apparently, struggling not to wet her pants. After awhile she started squeezing herself repeatedly even while trying to avoid being tickled, and then she gave on the dodging attempts, crossed one leg over the other, and tensed her thighs briefly. David’s mouth had gone dry. He closed it and swallowed, then opened it again. “Aww,” the blonde started to tease, “do you have to go pee pee? Are you going to wet your pants like a little kid? Are you going to have an embarrassing accident on a crowded school bus?” She was smiling broadly. “I hate you,” the brunette said flatly. They were speaking quietly, presumably so as not to attract the attention of the entire school bus, but David was still able to hear what they said if he listened properly. The brunette tensed her thighs again. The bus stopped. David started; he had forgotten that he was on a moving vehicle. The blonde looked out the girls’ window and said, “Oh, here we are.” She turned to face the aisle and slowly slid out of the seat. As she slowly stood up, she looked at David. David half hoped, half dreaded that she would say something to him. She did not. She merely looked at him for a few moments, her expression showing nothing more than passing curiosity, and then turned and started walking toward the door to the bus, which the driver had opened. The brunette was now sitting at the edge of the seat that the girls had shared, her legs still crossed and her hands still between them. She, too, looked at David, and her expression showed exasperation, as well as the understandable panic of being about to pee in her pants. The exasperation, however, was not directed at David. She did say something to David: “I’m going to get her back for this.” The way she said it, David believed her, although he was still kind of confused about what was going on. The brunette then uncrossed her legs and slowly got up, still holding her vulva tightly. David suspected that her slowness was for an entirely different reason than that of the blonde. The two girls made their way out of the bus, the blonde still moving with what David assumed was deliberate slowness, the brunette pee pee dancing furiously and urging her companion to hurry up. Once they made it to the sidewalk, the blonde resumed tickling the brunette’s sides. The bus door closed and the bus started moving again. David watched the two girls out the window. The brunette was bent forward, her hands still between her legs, hobbling along the sidewalk, stopping frequently to squeeze her thighs together, while the blonde tailgated her and tickled her constantly. David continued to watch them until the bus turned a corner and they were out of sight. When David’s mother got home later that day, David asked her, “Mom, what does ‘watersucker’ mean?” His mother looked at him uncertainly. “Watersucker? Something that sucks up water?” That didn’t make sense. But David didn’t feel comfortable discussing the circumstances under which he had heard the term used, so he said, “Never mind,” and went back to doing his homework.
  16. File Name: ATOM-175 (Part 5) File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 15 May 2014 File Category: Swimsuit Wetting ATOM-175 (Part 5 of 5) DIURETIC TICKLE TORTURE / AMATEUR DESPERATION & BIKINI WETTING *BRIEF CHANGING-ROOM NUDITY* Final clip of the 4-hour JAV. A woman takes the challenge of diuretics and water and is tickled on a sofa by 2 guys until she pees her bikini. In the full video the wetting is followed by explicit sex: that has been removed from these clips, so the only nudity is when each girl changes into the bikini she is given for the challenge. The wettings aren't huge in any of these clips, but of them all this is probably the best one. Click here to download this file
  17. Tickled till she pees 1 Submitted by: pwatch63 Submission Date: : 07 Nov 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Jeans Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Unspecified Girl tied up to a door and tickled until she pees her pants. Contains nudity Click here to download this file
  18. pwatch63

    Tickled till she pees 3

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  19. Seneca

    female ATOM-175

    File Name: ATOM-175 File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 15 May 2014 File Category: Swimsuit Wetting DIURETIC TICKLE TORTURE / DESPERATION & BIKINI WETTING (PART 1) JAV ATOM-175, a 4-hour video broken into 5 parts with sex removed. In each part an amateur accepts a challenge and is fed diuretics and water. She's given a bikini to wear and as she grows desperate is tickled with brushes and vibrators until finally peeing her bikini. The full video then goes to explicit sex with each girl, but these clips end after the wetting. A long slow tease for desperation fans. The wettings aren't huge, which kind of supports the premise that they're amateurs, but is a bit of an anti-climax. For pure wetting fans, part 5 is the best of the set. *SOME BRIEF NUDITY AS THEY CHANGE INTO SWIMSUITS* Click here to download this file
  20. Here is Part 5 of my story - Please note that this one is rather graphic sexually, my inspiration for this chapter was Lunaswift's lesbian watersports stories. I hope no one will be offended. Enjoy! THE BURSTING CO-WORKER - PART 5 The next morning, Wendy awoke early, padded to the bathroom and emptied her aching bladder. As she sat there, she got a devilish idea. Wendy went to the living room, where Mary was sleeping on the couch. She stood admiring the pretty 18 year old for a few minutes. Then, she gently woke Mary up. "Come on sleepyhead, time to get up," said Wendy, softly, as she ran a finger slowly along Mary’s arm. Mary stirred and looked up at Wendy. "Good Morning," she replied. Mary sat upright and stretched out her arms with a big yawn. Mary then shifted her bum around on the couch a little. Wendy noticed the movement and knew Mary’s bladder was full of her nighttime pee. Mary stood up and started towards the bathroom. "Just a sec," said Wendy, "What do you want for breakfast?" Mary stopped and turned towards Wendy. "Bacon and eggs and toast, would be fine." answered Mary. As Mary answered, she started rocking from foot to foot. "What’s the matter, need to pee?!" teased Wendy. "YES!" answered Mary. Mary turned around and started for the bathroom again. Wendy followed her until they reached the door. Before Mary could reach for the knob to open the door, Wendy grabbed her from behind and started tickling her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" shrieked Mary, "LET ME GO! I HAVE TO PEE!" "NOOO!" (*Laugh*) Mary sank to the ground in hysterics as Wendy tickled her. As she kick and thrashed from the relentless ticking, Mary’s short nightgown kept riding up. Wendy’s heart started pounding as the hem of the nightgown pulled up until it was barely below Mary’s pussy. "STOOOP IT!" (*Laugh*) "YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME PEE MYSELF!" (*Laugh*) And then it happened, Mary’s nightgown suddenly got yanked up to her waist in the horseplay, and Wendy saw it: Mary’s pretty, perfect, completely waxed bare pussy. "OH GOD! OH MY GOOOOD! I’M PEEING!" (*Laugh*) shrieked Mary as Wendy watched a golden jet of pee suddenly burst through Mary’s pee hole, arcing out and soaking Mary’s bum and the floor. "OH MY GOD! YOU MADE ME PEE!" Mary said. Her pee stream slowly ebbed and died, leaving Mary laying in a puddle of pee on the floor. "Well, it looks like you need another shower, so get going, and while you do I’ll get your clothes from the dryer and make breakfast." said Wendy. Mary suddenly realized her nightgown had ridden up. "Oh My God!" exclaimed Mary, "You can see my pussy!" "Uh- Yes, I can. No big deal, right, I mean, I’ve got one too. It’s not like I’ve never seen one!", laughed Wendy. Mary relaxed and said, "I guess your right!" and giggled. "And it’s a very pretty one, too!" added Wendy, reaching out and drawing her finger ever so lightly along Mary’s labia. Mary gasped at the sudden sensations this caused her. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Shh!" replied Wendy. "Wendy! I-(*gasp*) Oh! Dont’t stop!" Mary exclaimed breathlessly as Wendy’s finger slid slowly up and down her labia until it brushed her clit. Wendy stroked her finger in a circular motion on Mary’s clit, feeling it harden, and continued the motion slowly at first and then faster and faster. Mary moaned and groaned and then started bucking her hips in total bliss. "Ooooh! OOOOOH! UNNNNNHHHH! YESSSSS! OH YESSSSSSS!" Mary tensed up and spasmed hard as she reached orgasm. Mary lay still for a long moment, a huge grin on her face. Opening her eyes, she saw Wendy smiling down at her. "Did you like that?" cooed Wendy. "Oh yes!" sighed Mary, "It was wonderful!" Mary then went for her shower, as Wendy smiled at the thought of how her life had certainly taken a turn for the interesting!
  21. Tickled till she pees 3 Submitted by: pwatch63 Submission Date: : 07 Nov 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Panties/Undies Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Unspecified Girl tied up and tickled until she pees her panties. Click here to download this file
  22. Seneca

    female ATOM-175

    File Name: ATOM-175 File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 15 May 2014 File Category: Swimsuit Wetting JAV ATOM-175 (Part 3) DIURETIC TICKLE TORTURE / AMATEUR DESPERATION & BIKINI WETTING *BRIEF CHANGING-ROOM NUDITY* Part 3 of the 4-hour JAV where women take the challenge of diuretics and tickling until they pee in their swimsuits. Explicit sex follows each wetting in the full video, but has been edited out of these clips. The only nudity occurs when they change into the bikini they are given for the challenge. All the action takes place with a single girl on a sofa, and is basically 30 minutes of growing desperation with tickling by 2 guys. The wettings aren't huge but the desperation is good. For pure wetting fans the best pee is in part 5. Click here to download this file
  23. File Name: Bar Scene One.mov File Submitter: KnottyBuoy File Submitted: 25 Mar 2013 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Skirt Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Staged/Scripted Wetting One of two bar scenes in which John engages Angel in flirtatious conversation at her table in a bar, distracts her each time she's about to get up and go to the bathroom, gets her drunk, then eventually tickles her to make her wet herself. In this variation, Angel is not wearing panties / brief nudity and nude peeing involved. Click here to download this file
  24. KnottyBuoy

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    This is a replacement for the previous file "Waiting Long.mov", which I inadvertently encoded in a low-quality format. Sorry, newbie error. This is the full quality file. Angel (of allofanne, a web site no longer extant) is desperate and waiting to get into the bathroom when a man enters and tickles her until she wets her pants.

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