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So, as I teased, Thursday night was my works holiday party, and I planned on getting drunk, or as I promised ‘wrecked.’ It’s been a busy few months and I wanted to unwind, also the party featured free wine and other drinks, vouchers for rides home, and after the official party, myself, the hubby, and a bunch of the younger people from work and their partners planned on going out clubbing. All in all, I planned to be less than responsible (especially after leaving the official work function), and in anticipation I left out a pair of Goodnites on the bed, and put down my peepod pad in place. I felt rather naughty leaving these things out on the bed. I wore a cute black skirt, nothing too short so that if I bend over people would see my knickers, but also not too long to be frumpy. Now there was some discussion about shimapan (striped panties), so I pulled on a pair of white with blue stripes (not to be confused with blue with white stripes) panties. Anyhow, I slipped a pad into my panties before leaving, for other reasons, put on some moderately sensible shoes (for dancing and tottering about), grabbed a small purse, changed my husband’s shirt and shoes, and we headed out. I won’t ramble on about the official work party portion of the evening. There were the usual chit chat, and some speeches, and so forth. I mostly kept it together, as in addition to staff we also had a ton of our volunteers out at the event. I did however, partake in a good portion of wine, possibly 5 glasses, maybe less, it was a little hard to say. Anyhow, water and finger food were also consumed with abandon, and the washroom was visited often. Once this part wrapped up, a decent sized group wandered down to the pre-arranged club. It was probably around 11pm at this point, and I was decently tipsy. I really haven’t gone clubbing in a little while, so it was kind of nice, but I was glad we had a bunch of friends and people we knew around. So much dancing occurred and I drank even more, I don’t really know how many but enough to stay a little tottery and certainly goofy. It was your usual club tunes, which means I knew very little of the music, as I’ve not gone clubbing in a while, but that was part of the fun, as most of the songs were new, we just sort of alternated between thrashing about on the dance floor, and leaning up against the wall drinking. I do have pretty clear recollection of one point in the night, which will be of interest to readers. This officers when rigorous dancing was taking place closer to the side of the dancing area. Jumping and dancing were happening and at one point I jumped up with both feet as high as I could go and landed hard with my legs slightly spread apart. Dancing on a mostly full bladder is fine for me, as long as I’m not doing anything too theatrical, and this was just the kind of move that gets me in trouble. As I landed I felt a serious whoosh of liquid escape my body. The pad I was wearing was flooded instantly and in my drunken state it took me a few seconds to bear down and stop the flow. I giggled and looked down. Fortunately, my legs were spread, so all I had done was soak my panties and pad, and leave a small (but noticeable spot) on the dance floor. No one seems to have noticed, and so I took a few steps to the wall, where I leaned to catch my breath and keep giggling. I felt a little goofy and thought I’d snap a picture of my little puddle (inhibitions being lowered), and I got a little carried away and took a bunch of pictures, which ended up looking cool because of the strobe lights. Anyhow, this is the puddle I left on the dance floor. After snapping these pictures, I hurried off to the washroom. The line wasn’t long and I got in a stall, pulled out the soaked pad, pulled off my panties, and squeeze dried them with toilet paper. Now despite my having brought a smaller purse I did have my usual spare pair of panties in a little zip lock bag with a spare backup pad. So I swapped out my panties, stuffing the striped panties into the baggie and pulling the fresh panties back on (after emptying my bladder in the toilet and carefully wiping my girl parts dry). Now my dress is the length where you could get away with going without panties, if you were careful, but I was not really at a stage of sobriety where I was going to be careful, there was a good chance that folks were going to see my knickers. I also should mention that my spare panties were not a dark colour that might have been harder to see in the low light of the club should a girl ‘get low’ or you know, do some other potentially revealing dance move. No, these panties were one of my dinosaur print panties. For some reason, wearing dinosaur print panties at a club felt very naughty. Why naughty you ask? Because if you are going to flash someone your panties ‘accidentally’ what’s more adorable, striped panties, or dino print panties? I’ll let you all decide. But basically, I was wearing a very adult dress and shoes, but had on one of my more adorable girly pairs of panties. I contemplated snapping some pictures of my wet panties and pad in the toilet, but I was tipsy and worried about dropping my phone in the toilet... needless to say I wasn't quite all there at this point. I rejoined the group and danced and drank until the club closed. By the time the lights came up, I was rather tipsy and kind of draped off my husband. Now he had quite a bit to drink as well but kept things together as he knew I was going to get messy. At this stage my recollection of the evening is patchy. Did I mention I’d been drinking? So I do remember a few snippets which are worth recounting. We were just in line to get our coats when my hubby leaned close to my ear and whispered (or sort of whispered, as there were plenty of people around us talking and you would have needed a stage whisper in order to be heard): “I’m going to get our coats. You should visit the washroom before we grab a cab.” I remember blushing furiously and starting to protest, but then checking my bladder and realizing that he was right, and knows me well enough that when I’m drinking like this, I’m very sloppy. Neither of us wanted me to wet a taxi seat, so I scampered off to the washroom to pee. I should add that when he does things like this, like reminding me to use the washroom ‘just in case,’ or to ‘wash my hands,’ or similar things like this, it makes me feel little and protected by a caring Daddy figure, and I love it! Anyhow, I nipped off to the loo and peed. I also pulled out the pad I had on, as it had caught a few additional dance-move related dribbles throughout the rest of the evening. I made it back to the coat check just after he got our coats. We said goodbye to a couple of our friends who had stuck it out, and my hubby ended up chatting with one of them for a little while, before we jumped in a cab (or Uber, I don’t remember). We got home, and made it up to our flat. I’m sure my hubby did a bit of lifting and pulling, as I was slightly uncooperative. Once we got home, the shoes came off, the purse which I miraculously still had found a comfortable spot on the floor, and staggering to the bedroom, I pulled off my dress in one go, and flopped down on the bed. I guess my hubby stayed up a little later, or fell asleep on the coach or something, because the next thing I knew he was shaking my awake. I was still pretty groggy, but apparently I had peed the bed wearing my dino panties and bra. I had more or less positioned myself onto the peepod pad, so the clean up was rather easy. I think I reprimanded my hubby for not properly changing my into ‘my nighttime panties’ and was more or less unhelpful as he pulled off the peepod pad, used a corner of it to more or less wipe my girl parts, and properly prepare me for bed. It must have been about 4 am or something (my hubby later confirmed that it was only like 3 am and I’d only been in bed for like an hour). Anyhow, he helped me into the Goodnites, which were still laying on the bed, and helped me get off my bra. The wet pad and panties were more or less folded up and flopped onto the floor. In order to stave off a hangover, we both had a glass of water. I knew it would likely end up mostly in the bed, but I am not a fan of hangovers. I remember putting up a fuss about not being ready for bed, and worried about wetting the bed again, so while I put on some PJ bottoms, my hubby located one of our Goodnite bed pads, stuck it down on the sheets, and put me to bed. This time he joined me and we were both out like a light. ----- The next morning I woke up to the feeling of wet cold cloth against my skin. It wasn’t too late, my phone said like 11 am, and normally given how late we had been up, I would have had a lay in, but I was wet. VERY wet. I felt around underneath me and between my legs and I felt a very wet and swollen Goodnite, along with wet PJ bottoms, and even a considerable wet spot on the bed pad. My hubby was groggily mumbling next to me, so I dragged myself out of bed, stripped off the wet PJ bottoms, and padded into the washroom wearing a very swollen diaper. I took my all-too-common post-bedwetting shower, and then, because I was mostly awake at this point, I went about making breakfast. After a while, my hubby joined me and filled me in on some of the events of the evening (used to complete the above story). He also lightly teased me about wetting the bed twice in one night; Something about knowing he had a wife who wet the bed, but just not that much. And also ‘for a little girl, I certainly peed a lot.’ This had the effect of both embarrassing and turning me on. I thanked him for taking good care of me the previous night, and promised sexy times later in the day, once we were both a little less hung over (the water had not really helped). While tidying up, I thought I’d snap a picture of both bedwetting incidents for posterity (and you perverts). So here is the aftermath of the first wetting; my peepod pad and wet dino panties (the wet striped panties were still in the baggie in my purse). As you can see, the pad did a good job of catching this initial accident. The pad and panties were cold to the touch, and smelled only faintly of pee. I then artfully arranged the Goodnite, wet PJs, on top of the wet bed pad, and snapped some more pics. I can’t believe I peed that much, usually, a Goodnite can hold one full Rachel bladder, so given the size of the puddle on the bed pad and the dampness of my PJ bottoms, I must have wet twice wearing these things. So I’ve left the title a little vague… Anyhow, here are the shots of the Goodnite in the bathroom on its own, so you can see how wet it got. Anyhow, that was my rowdy messy night. I hope you enjoyed it. Rachel

Mary pulled her white shirt down over her bra. Her breasts had almost doubled now that she was 5 months along with her 3rd child, this time with her new man. She was hoping to get today over with. She knew from her previous pregnancies, that she hadn’t had to hold her pee all morning, that was a myth, at least for her doctor. She did, however, need to make sure she had a full bladder at her ultrasound appointment, and by now, she certainly was. She had on a pair of stretchy jeans her sister had bought her for pregnant girls. Underneath, she had on a regular pair of red cotton panties. She poured her coffee and left. “I’ll just drink slowly” Merideth told herself. She had to pee, but she had to have her coffee more. She got into her car and began the ten minute trip across town to her doctor for her ultrasound appointment. “Shit” Mary said as she stop at yet another red light and took a sip of her coffee “Okay, I’m awake. I need to really watch how much of this I drink. I already need to piss like crazy” Mary said out loud to herself. Mary continued on her short trip. Her need, it felt, getting worse and worse by the minute. About a block from her doctor, she hit another red light. “Ugh of all the times to hit every red light!” She exclaimed. As she had one hand on the wheel and the other in her crotch, feverishly tapping her foot. Finally the light turned green and Mary stepped on the gas, pulling in to the parking lot moments later. Mary took a deep breath and collected herself as not to leak as she got out of the car, her need was that bad. She had timed it up to get there right at 10:15 when her appointment started, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long and she could finally empty her bladder. Mary hurried inside to the check in desk “Hi I’m here for an ultrasound with Doctor Janet. My appointment is right now” Mary told the receptionist, trying to hint to her to hurry it along. “Ah yes. Hello Mary! Doctor Janet is in with a patient right now who had a bit of an emergency” the receptionist told her. All Mary could think of was “ive got an emergency too!” As she shuffled her legs behind the desk. “Please fill out these forms before the doctor sees you”. “About how long is Doctor Janet going to be?” Mary questioned. “As long as you have your paperwork filled out, she should be with you in 15 minutes” “15 minutes??” Mary asked with a worried tone. “Give or take” the receptionist replied. “Can I help who’s next?” The look of panic on Mary’s was unmistakable. She knew from her previous pregnancies that these things cannot be rushed. She remembered her second pregnancy when she wet herself in the car on the way to the appointment. She had planned better this time... or so she thought. As she sat down to begin filling out the paperwork, the pressure on her bladder intensified. Mary could hardly focus, misspelling simple things like her place of employment. All she could think about was her need to pee which had gotten worse and worse and worse. She was really regretting that coffee. As she watched the clock tick by, the minutes felt like hours. She remembered her friend Caty telling her how, after an embarrassing accident during her first ultrasound appointment, she had began wearing thin pull ups to the doctor to protect against leaks or floods. Mary wished she’d had followed that advice as she gripped her pussy. Things were getting really bad now. Mary crosses and uncrossed her legs, she couldn’t sit still. She knew, again from previous experience, that with the added weight on her bladder, there would be no leaks. Once it came there was going to be now stopping. Ten minutes had gone by, Mary got up and began pacing around the room, hoping that it would help her excruciating need, but it didn’t. She sat back down and looked at the clock, it had been 15 minutes and still no sign of her doctor. Mary sat, squirmed In a panic and near tears. She was beginning to sweat from her need to go being so bad. 20 minutes, still no doctor. Her bladder was on the brink and she needed to make a decision. Suddenly, She felt a leak. It was slow and weak but Mary was not going to risk it. She shot up, still leaking, and waddled to the reception desk. “Excuse me, where is the bathroom? I’m sorry but I can’t hold it this is an emergency” Mary begged “You realize ma’am, that if you urinate you will have to reschedule?” The receptionist asked. Mary has no time for questions. “Yes! I can’t fucking hold it why do you think I’m asking! I’m gonna pee anyways so it will either be on the floor or in the toilet like I can’t wait any longer so please where is the bathroom!” Mary asked, now unashamedly holding her piss in with two hands. “Through this door. Go right, walk down then go left it will be the last door on the right” Mary took off through the door, going as fast as she could, leaking with every step. She felt her undies getting wetter and wetter as she got closer. Finally, as Mary turned the corner, disaster struck. Her poor pregnant bladder could hold on no longer. Mary froze in her tracks as the floodgates opened. Her pent up puss poured in a torrent into her panties forming an unmistakable wet spot on her crotch and ass as it ran down the front, back, and inside of her legs, changing the color of her jeans and soaking into her shoes and socks and forming a large puddle beneath her feet. Finally, her bladder was empty and her pants were soaked thoroughly. Just as her stream slowed to a trickle, then to a dribble and stopped, a handsome male nurse rounded the corner. Mary flushed with embarrassment “Ma’am are you alright?” The nurse asked. “I’m sorry” Mary said fighting back tears. “I had to be full for the doctor and I couldn’t help it. I almost made it but I just couldn’t hang on” Mary informed him. “Well why don’t you come with me, we will help you get cleaned up” he held Mary by the hand and led her into a back room where there was a bathroom with more privacy. The nurse grabbed a towel from the upper shelf and gave it to Mary as another nurse, a female this time, entered. “Is everything ok dear?” The older woman asked Mary. “Yeah. I just have to get cleaned up and call my fiancé for new pants” she said, half giggling at her own predicament. “No need for that sweetie. This isn’t the first time something unfortunate like this has happened here” The nurse handed Mary a pair of red sweatpants. “This our yours. We keep them here for just this reason” Mary went into the bathroom and took of her drenched pants and underwear. Grabbing a paper towel, she wiped the last few remain pee droplets off of her feet, leg, pussy and butt. Her smooth skin glistened in the light from the wetness of the piss. She put her soiled pants into a shopping bag they had given her and put on the red sweet pants that looked like they came straight from the goodwill. As Mary looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her own humiliating predicament. “I just peed my fucking pants” she giggled. “Again. In front of a cute guy, And now I look homeless” but it was better than being wet. She made her way to the reception desk, a bag full of pee soaked jeans. “I’m gonna need to reschedule

Today, I was feeling naughty at work so I decided to wet my panties, just a little. The problem was that by the time I decided I was going to do it, I was already pretty desperate. The more I had to pee the more turned on I got. The more turned on I got, the more peeing in my panties at worked seemed like a good idea. It would just be a tiny little patch, right? Wrong! I tried to relax enough to let out a small amount. I was nervous so I had to really intensely focus on opening my pelvic muscles...which felt so freaking good...And, well, it worked, a nice strong spurt came out and I was thrilled. It was perfect. I felt the wetness spreading out across my panties and that lovely feeling of it pooling under my bottom...and that's when I realized I was actually still peeing and had never stopped. If I'd stopped I wouldn't be sitting in a slowly growing puddle. The stream hadn't stopped, it had just turned into a small dribble. I wet my chair a fair bit before I was able to finally really stop it. I was so embarrassed and turned on. It was so hard not to start touching myself (aside from a few playful grasps of my wet cunt that I couldn't resist). Fortunately, no one found out as there weren't many people in today. After I cleaned up I went into the bathroom and took a couple pictures to share.

View File Indian Panty Wetting I found these on VK. But I remember seeing these years ago. Word is that Barbie is the other two girls mother. But I don't think thats true. If it is true, than I wonder how they decided to make wetting videos and who idea was it. One is Barbie and Janice having a pee holding contest. Midway through the video, Janice runs to the toilet but end up pissing her jeans on the steps. Barbie follows than wets her jeans while waiting on Janice to change her pants. Another is Janice waiting on Barbie to get in her apartment, She crosses her awesome legs while trying to hold her pee in. Janice pisses her shorts right as she makes it to the toilet. Three Girls Pee Holding Contest is as the name implies. All three piss themselves by the end. This is likely their first video. Another video is probably one of Janice's earlier videos. Janice is rushing home wearing some really tight jeans. She makes it to the toilet but couldn't undo her jeans in time and end up peeing herself. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 07/16/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans

The Incident at the Pharmacy (with pictures) Hello everybody. Let’s see if I can gather my thoughts and control myself long enough to type this. This JUST happened, and I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago. I haven’t ‘enjoyed’ myself to this experience yet, but I plan on it tonight. Okay. So I’ll start by describing myself, despite having pictures available on this post. I’m a Hispanic trans woman with long curly hair. I’m still early in my transition, but doing well, so I guess I genuinely look like a woman? I’d like to think I have a cute butt. I was wearing blue jeans and a tan colored Zelda shirt? Umm, blue shoes? My breasts are small, but not like, invisible by any means. Sorry I don’t describe myself very well. Anyways. So I was running errands today. I had a tall glass of water and peed before I left. I spent a few hours doing things around town, and went to get lunch. There’s this little place that makes this salad that’s soooo good, and I never like salads, so I go there every so often for the only one I actually like. Anyways. I get a soda with it, and just enjoy myself for a little bit. Now I was basically done with my errands except that I needed to pick up my hormones sometime today. I was basically chilling at the restaurant waiting for the guy to call me back and say that my prescription was ready. And he did. So I left and drove over. Now this pharmacy, it’s like, not a Walgreens or CVS, so the staff is the same people all the time basically. But they’re the only place close to me that’ll give me my estrogen in the right dose and method of delivery. The cashier knows me by name at this point, and is very familiar with the fact that I’m trans. I do not buy my pull-ups or diapers here. He like, knows me. I do not want to mix my kink and medical life. We only see each other once or twice a month, but he knows me and is friendly with me. I have a little bit of a crush on him that I’m not going to do anything about, but you know. I’m not bringing kink here. So I go in to pick it up, and he tells me it’s actually going to be a few more minutes. I sit down and wait for a little bit. Now, entering the pharmacy, I would describe myself at maybe a 6/10 on the bladder scale. 7/10 maximum. I don’t think of it as a problem. But I am rapidly filling. I wait around maybe not even 10 minutes, which is still longer than I wanted to wait, but I’m trying to be patient. But in the course of the 10 minutes, I’ve risen to a 9/10 easy. I stand up to ask him how much longer it’ll be, but my motive very quickly changes, cause the second I stand up, I start peeing. “Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?” “Oh, -Snuggle-, it’s usually employees only, but sure.” And he leads me in, while I’m slowly losing control of my pee down my legs walking behind him. I rush in, pull my clothes down and just release. It feels so good. I’m in heaven. I come back to reality and inspect my jeans. The front is soaked. Inside of the legs are soaked. Back looks okay. My cheeks are burning. I go back outside to wait, sitting down again, trying to hide myself. The spot is uhh, bigger than my hands. I could not hide it. After a minute or two of trying to hide to no avail, I notice the guys staring at me. I’ve noticed him checking me out before, but now he’s staring straight at me. Or maybe at my jeans. My cheeks start burning all anew. “I hope I’m not prying, but does this happen to you a lot -Snuggle-?” “I mean, not a lot, no.” “But it happens?” “Umm, sometimes.” “Oh.” And he starts telling me about doctors and urologists that they have the numbers for, and I’m just lost, cause this is not the conversation I came here to have, and definitely not with him. I think he notices that I’m uncomfortable. “Is everything okay?” I look up at him, and motion towards my now cold pee stain on my jeans. “Oh, right. Sorry. Uhh, it’ll be just a couple more minutes. Be right back.” It’s been like 20, but okay. Sure. Nobody else is here. So I sit and wait. But sure enough, it was only a few more minutes. This time. He comes back with my prescription, but he puts something else up on the counter too. “I hope you don’t mind if we give you these. For being a loyal customer. And for your, ‘problem’.” Guy’s got a package of pull-ups on the counter. I feel like I want the floor to open up underneath me and just cast me into hell, so I’m not here. Anyplace but here. “Uhh, sure. Um. I’m a medium size in these.” He had put a large pack on the counter. I’m not sure why I’m accepting them at all, much less telling him my size. He apologizes and comes back with a pack of medium ones. He rings me up, gives me his discount on the pull-ups. I don’t have to pay a damn thing except my pride. I am quickly out of there. I come home, sit in the tub, and release my full again bladder into my jeans again, this time on purpose. I take a few pictures, clean up, and started typing. Sitting on the bed wearing one of the pull-ups he gave me now. Oh right. And here are some pictures. I hope it’s not too much for these forums or anything. Apologies that I’m still a little hairy for a gal. Also sorry that the front panties pic might be a little too “ballsy” to look like a woman in panties.

https://www5.javmost.com/ARM-733/ Not necessarily pee, but panties with wet spots!

View File POV Wetting With Masturbation Instruction / Encouragement Title Pretty much says it, four girls all wet their pants for you and then instruct you on how to get off. In the one labeled English girl she takes her top off as pictures. Submitter fury85 Submitted 04/30/2019 Category Peeing

Warning!!! This chapter contains panty pooping and messing! I advise against reading if you dislike any of those things. This chapter continues Alice's day after work. Enjoy!! Alice leaves the office, her bladder feeling quite relieved. Her panties are still soaked from wetting them, and are clinging uncomfortably to her damp pussy and asscrack. She heads to her car and decides to drive to the local drug store in the strip mall near her office. Alice arrives to pick up her normal prescription when a little container catches her eye. A small box which says suppositories an easy relief makes her shiver. Alice has always been curious about being desperate to go number 2! The instructions mentions inserting into her anus and taking 30-45 minutes to begin to work. "That's plenty of time to get home and change" Alice thought a snatching the box. She checks out and walks back to her car, and stomach feeling full from this mornings breakfast. Alice starts her car and pulls into a alley between stores. She unbuckles herself and searches for anyone nearby. Clear. Alice leans to one side and lifts up her skirt. Biting her lip in pleasure, she moans pulling down her wet panties. She opens the box and grabs the suppository. Alice grins naughtily as she inserts one into her tight butt hole. Her anus closes swallowing the bullet-like object. She quickly starts her car and rushes for home. As Alice approaches her subdivision, her bowels begin to rumble slightly. Alice gasps in excitement as she pulls into her driveway. Finally home, she walks inside her ranch style home and heads to her room to change. Alice takes off her work top, skirt, panties and bra off. She then puts on a cute yellow pair of transparent pair of panties. Next, Alice goes to the kitchen to start making herself some lunch. By now she only has 5 minutes before the suppository kicks in. Alice gathers her ingredients and starts to feel her bowels cramp up and really gurgle. She will be in need of the toilet very soon. She continues to prepare her lunch without much difficulty. As Alice is eating, she suddenly jolts in her chair as her bowels contract and start to shift. A fart escapes and Alice gasps, "oh I really need to go soon! I can hold it longer" she reassured herself and placing a hand on her full bowels. Another 5 minutes passed and Alice finishes her lunch and cleans up. Alice walks carefully to her den and goes on her computer to browse the Internet. Another wave of cramps hits her and she quickly shoves a hand on anus to help hold in her load a little longer. She is now dancing and squirming in her seat. "Oh I'm getting so horny from this" Alice moans noticing her hard nipples. Little does she now but there is a pair of eyeballs staring at her thorough the window careful not to be caught. Alice doesn't notice this at all. Alice continues to hold her full bowels, struggling to keep her poop from escaping. Alice is now dripping with nervous sweat from desperation. She moans in agony feeling another cramp hit her. Alice can't take it any longer. She prances to the bathroom. With one hand holding her poop in, Alice to open the bathroom. Her other free hand is too sweaty to get a grip on the round handle. She grunts is frustration. Trying to open the door. Her bowels we winning the battle and her anus is tiring. Alice squirming tries desperately to open the door. Then her bowels release a low fart and poor Alice freezes. Her hand can no longer stop the flow of poop from coming. Her tired anus slowly opens with a low hiss as a long hot messy turd curls its way into her panties. Alice breaks her trance and uses both hands to open the door and step into her bathroom. "Oh no I'm too late! Oh and I've soiled myself and these nice panties!" Alice sighs. Her poop is still forcing is way into her panties as she turns to face the mirror. "Mmm it kinda feels good. I can't believe I had an accident. She purrs. I better clean up and shower now." Alice strips herself and thinks she hears footsteps rushing quietly away from her window. She shrugs it off and gets in the shower. -End

File Name: Public Masturbation Leads to Wetting Accident File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 12 Oct 2015 File Category: Skirt Wetting Well this one is interesting, a girl get a little excited sitting on a park bench, but when she wants to get more intimate she is forced to find some place a little more secluded. Her panties are already a little damp when she finds a private corner to masturbate in. Her panties get wetter and wetter until the ultimately climaxes and the floodgates open. She's forced to hurriedly pull down her her drenched panties and pee right then and there (or squirt depending on where you fit in the debate). Either way I found it kind of cute in a voyeuristic kind of way. Rach Click here to download this file

Hey guys <3 Anyone who read my piece called The Great Lord (Found below) will be aware of the main protagonist in this piece, iv'e decided to scrap the original story path (unless there is an outcry and focus solely on Zoey's stories from her past before she met Adam. Also there will be numerous updates to this piece periodically :) Hope you enjoy :) As the Lady Zoey awoke from her deep slumber her mind was clouded and confused, she was warm and cosy and did not much fancy the idea of getting out of bed. She had been having a marvellous dream about Gurvid and all the naughty things she would like to do to him, Gurvid was has her father’s friend, bodyguard and commander of all of his forces. He was a thick set man of average height with long blonde hair and a seemingly uncontrollable blonde beard, who was rarely seen out of his war splendour. Zoey often dreamed of him in his gleaming gold armour on his large black horse, riding to her rescue in some far off castle. This morning was one of those mornings, in her dream he had ridden gallantly to her rescue and then ravaged her in a thrall of deep passion and as she awoke and came to her senses she slipped her hand into her wet panties and began rubbing herself. BANG BANG BANG “May I come in?” The banging and the voice of her father startled Zoey and as she straightened herself up she quickly became aware that she really needed to pee. “Yeah” Her father entered the room and inspected his daughter, she was sat bolt upright in bed and looked stiff as a post, tiredness he thought. “How are you this morning my darling?” Her father enquired. “I’m okay, I have just woken up though” Her father chuckled, how like her mother he thought to himself. “So I see. What are your plans today?” “I don’t know, I might go and see Rob for some sword lessons” “I think that is a splendid idea and maybe you can pop in and see Lucy whilst you are out and about, Lucy has been very lonely recently and I’m sure she would appreciate your company” Zoey nodded in agreement. Lucy was a friend of hers who had lost her fiancé during a siege at a town called Katan and she was struggling to deal with the loss, but at that very moment Zoey was more concerned about her bladder and how her panties were starting to become wet. “Good. Also there is a delicate matter I wish to speak to you about” Zoey smiled as best she could and nodded uncomfortably. “There has been talk of a band of brigands in the area, you are not to leave the castle alone. If you wish to leave the castle, guards will be assigned to your protection. Is that understood?” “Yes father” Zoey answered meekly. She was starting to lose control and pee was beginning to trickle out of her girl parts through her panties and into her bed sheets. She wanted her father to leave quickly, she knew this feeling all too well and knew in a matter of moments the floodgates would open completely. She did her best to hide her situation of course, which was made easier by having a duvet to cover the lower half of her body. Her legs were crossed so her thighs were pressing together and her feet were tapping uncontrollably, but none of this was stopping the now constant trickle from between her legs. Her father paced the room and moved over to the window to view his land. He was to the right of Zoey and Zoey wondered if he could see anything of her impending accident from the angle he was stood, so she pulled the duvet up even further and tucked it under her body on the right hand side. However, what had started as a trickle was now becoming and torrent, her pee was streaming through her panties and beginning to drench the bed sheets. She could hear that oh so familiar hissing sound and feared her father would hear it too, so she began humming an incoherent tune in an attempt to cover the sound of her accident. “I don’t recognise that tune?” Her father enquired. Zoey just smiled and hoped to the heavens that her father would leave soon. “Are you not getting out of bed today?” Her father enquired with humour in his tone. Zoey began to panic. I can’t get out of bed!! Not when I’m wetting myself, he’ll go berserk. I need him to leave NOW!!!! “Yes father, but I’m not wearing anything under the duvet” Zoey told him in desperation. Her father gave her a disapproving look, but thankfully began to head for the door, the moment the door closed behind him Zoey threw back the duvet to inspect the damage. Her panties were soaked from front to back and a dark stain had appeared on her once crisp white bed sheets. She stood up and checked herself in the mirror, a huge pee stain had spread all up the front of her crotch and at the back the white material of her panties had turned almost see through against her cute pert bum. She ran her hands over her bum and pulled her panties up high so as to get a true sense of the damage she had done, the wet patch was huge, stretching almost halfway up the back of her panties. The door opened. Zoey turned in absolute horror. Immediately she feared her father had returned and was beginning to get her excuses together, but thankfully it was not her father but her maid Sarah. Sarah entered the room and quickly realised the situation and promptly shut the door behind her, Zoey was stood with her legs crossed trying her best to hide her wet accident but it was still clearly obvious as was the huge wet stain on the bed. “Ohh my Lady, wet the bed again I see” Sarah said with as much sympathy as she could muster. Zoey nodded. “It happens my Lady, I wouldn’t worry about it. Only yourself, your bed sheets and I know what happened, and it will stay that way. It happens to me every now and then as well, you’re not alone.” Zoey smiled and felt better after Sarah’s kind words, though she found it odd that Sarah would admit she wet the bed herself. “I’ll strip the bed my Lady and if you leave your panties on the sheets I’ll see to them as well” “Thank you Sarah, you truly are a gem” Sarah smiled at Zoey and suggested she got herself cleaned up, joking that it was not perhaps a good idea to walk around smelling of wee. It made Zoey giggle, so she removed her soaked panties, threw them on the wet bed sheets, grabbed some clean clothes and ran to get bathed. After bathing herself and changing into her outfit for the day, Zoey made her way back to her bedroom where she found her bed had fresh clean sheets and all signs of her morning accident had been removed, Sarah remained however and greeted Zoey upon noticing her. “Thank you Sarah, for everything” “That’s quite alright my Lady. Can I get you some breakfast?” “Yes please, could you bring me bacon and eggs and coffee.” “Of course my Lady” Zoey smiled and seated herself in her window and seat and gazed at the scenery beyond. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright but she could see that it was cold outside, even now at nearly midday there was a frost on the ground. Zoey watched the peasant folk milling around outside the castle, she often felt sorry for them, but knew deep down she knew they were well looked after by her father, certainly compared to how many other folks lived in other areas, but even still, she knew she lived a privileged life and had nothing but respect for the folk she watched below. Zoey turned her gaze from the folk below and onto the forest in the distance beyond the town, she often liked to ride in the forest with Lucy and she found her father’s warning about brigands hard to comprehend, to Zoey the forest was such an innocent place, a place of beauty, a place for animals to live in peace away from humans, not a place for bandits to terrorize innocent people. She wondered what Gurvid would do about the problem, ultimately he was the man who would be responsible for their capture or more likely, their killing. Gurvid was a fierce man with an even fiercer reputation. He had joined her father’s service many years ago as a soldier and had served with distinction in many battles, then a couple of years ago he was made her father’s bodyguard. It was said that at the siege of Katan Gurvid had single handily slain thirty men to rescue her father and whisk him to the safety of the catacombs and that was how he became commander of her father’s forces, Zoey didn’t know if that figure was true, but it would not surprise her if it was. As Zoey continued to muse her breakfast arrived. Sarah entered and placed the tray on her bed and asked if she would like anything else, Zoey declined and thanked Sarah who left Zoey in peace to enjoy her breakfast. Zoey tucked into her bacon and eggs and began to wonder what she would do with her day, she figured she would go and get some sword lessons of Rob and then see how she felt from there. Lessons with Rob could often be hard and tiring, he was a strict disciplinarian and did not much care for Zoey’s often melodramatic style of training. Despite this, she did enjoy training with Rob, she knew deep down he was a kind soul albeit an often grumpy one. Zoey gobbled down her food and quickly drank her coffee, grabbed her practice sword and made her way to the hall where Rob could often be found. As she entered the hall Rob was moving some straw dummies around and bitterly complaining about the quality of the straw. “If the straw is that bad, I’ll ask my father for some new ones” Zoey said as a way of alerting Rob to her presence. “Ignore me my Lady, they aren’t that bad, just a bit tatty. What can I help you with?” “Some lessons would be good, if you have the time” “I always have the time. Come on then, what are you waiting for?” And with that Zoey charged the man, Rob twisted to the side completely evading Zoey’s attack. Rob picked up his practice sword and began schooling Zoey on the finer points of sword play. Thirty minutes had passed when the door opened again. It was Gurvid. Zoey, who was sweating profusely by this point looked in wonder at Gurvid in all his splendour. Gurvid laughed when he saw the pair. “Quite the sword master aren’t we” Gurvid was addressing Zoey. “I’m better than you” Zoey fired back. “Hahahaha. No doubt my Lady, but I’m not a swordsman.” “Aren’t you? What are you then?” “I’m a soldier my Lady, I have no love for sword play.” His tone was pleasant. “Perhaps Rob could show you a thing or two then” Zoey retorted. “No doubt he could. If I ever want to learn how to flicker and dance like a wench after too much wine, I’ll know who to talk too” Zoey burst into laughter. “Did you come here for a reason? Or just to be a nuisance?” Rob asked tiredly. “Both really. My Lord needs you, you are to come with me to his quarters.” Rob nodded and began preparing himself to leave. “What’s the problem?” Zoey asked Gurvid. “Nothing for you to worry about my Lady” “Is it the bandits?” “How do you know about the bandits?” “I was fighting them last night” Zoey announced proudly. “Were you. Then perhaps you can give me some tips, I may be fighting them myself soon” “Well…..” But Zoey was interrupted by Rob before she could start. “I don’t think Gurvid has time for you games my Lady” “Oh be quiet Rob you grumpy bastard. Ignore him my Lady, please continue.” Zoey laughed again. “Well… what I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted…” Rob interrupted again. “My lady, please.” “It would appear Rob’s sense of humour has gone missing again, that is if he had one to start with. Perhaps you can finish schooling me another time” Gurvid and Zoey both smiled. “Can I come with you?” Zoey asked nobody in particular. “It’s your castle my Lady, but I don’t think your father will appreciate it” Gurvid answered in a saddened tone. “But answer me this, if you do fight the bandits, will you be okay?” Zoey could not mask her genuine concern for the safety of her crush. Gurvid gave Rob a look as if to say “Fuck off and leave us alone” and approached Zoey. He moved close to her and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “My Lady a sheep does not kill a wolf” And left her with those words ringing in her ears. Zoey stood frozen for a few moments, still staggered by her naivety for display her feelings so openly, although she was eighteen years of age, Zoey still had bouts of childlike naivety. Once Zoey had composed herself she decided she wanted to know what was happening about the bandits and so made her way to her father’s quarters. On the way to her father’s quarters she decided that she had better change as she was bathed in sweat, so she ran into her bedroom for a change of clothes and panties as it turned out. As she was stripping she felt wet between her thighs, at first she figured it was sweat but as she inspected further it turned out it was wee and she had leaked a fair amount into her panties, she cursed herself for being such a scatter brain and wondered how it had not left a stain on her trousers. However, despite the fairly large wet patch she decided not to change her panties, figuring she didn’t want to leave any traces behind of another accident, albeit a small one, particularly after what had happened earlier in the day, so she went to empty her bladder in the conventional manner and journeyed to her father’s quarters. The room was fairly empty, just her father, Gurvid, Rob and one or two other senior soldiers were in the room, when her father noticed Zoey peering through the door, much to her surprise, he invited her in. “Zoey my darling, we are discussing the bandit problem” Zoey nodded. “We would be interested in your input, after all, you are the only one here who has fought the bandits” Her father’s tone was not cruel, but rather playful. Zoey blushed bright red. “Perhaps I should go” Zoey announced and began walking for the exit. “My dear, I did not mean to mock. It is good you are showing an interest in such matters and if you wish to learn, there are no better men to learn from. So come, sit” And with that Zoey took a seat at the table, she sat to the left of her father on the most comfortable chair she could find, Gurvid was to her father’s right and Rob was stood pacing the room. “My Lord, it is my opinion that the best way to deal with these bandits is to pay them off, that is what they are here for after all” One of the senior soldiers announced, Zoey could not recall his name. “If you pay them off then we look weak and they’ll keep coming back, we are not their fucking bank” Rob barked. “I agree. If we pay them off they won’t leave us alone” The other nameless soldier put in. “This is getting us nowhere. We will not pay them off, why would I summon my military advisors to give me advice on how to pay off bandits? I called you here to formulate a battle plan, so please, let us do just that. Gurvid, your thoughts?” His Lordship spoke firmly. Zoey’s ears perked up at the mention Gurvid and she began listening intently. “My Lord we have some information on where they may be hiding out, I suggest we investigate.” “How?” His Lordship enquired. “A small party, a scouting party.” “Who would lead it?” “I would my Lord” “How many men?” “No more than five” Zoey had listened to the exchange intently and before her father could intercede, she spoke up. “I could go” Zoey announced to the laughter of all around the table, except Gurvid. “My dear, you are not a scout or a soldier” Her father spoke softly. “I want to learn” “You learn in the safety of the castle; these bandits are no fools.” “But…” “No arguments. You are still a girl. You are too innocent for such matters.” “I’m eighteen, I’m an adult.” “In body perhaps, but in mind and heart you are but a girl and I will not inflict the terrors of battle on my daughter.” “This is not battle father; this is a ride in the woods” Zoey had struck a note and she knew it. “The Lady is right” Gurvid announced “This is not a battle, yet.” Her father pondered the notion carefully. “Can you guarantee her safety?” The question was directed to Gurvid. “I can my Lord, but if it is to be so, it will be best if just the two of us go, it will attract less attention” “Very well. Rest assured my dear, there is not a finer soldier to be found anywhere” Zoey blushed and beamed a smile, because tomorrow she would go riding. As Zoey dressed for bed she felt more wetness between her legs, however it was smaller than her leak earlier so she paid it very little mind. However, her thoughts were interrupted when her mother paid her a visit. Her mother was a lovely kind woman without a bad word for anyone, though Zoe found it unusual that she called on her at this late hour. “Can I come in sweetie?” Her mother called from outside her door. “Of course” “How are you tonight?” “I’m okay, is there something wrong?” “I don’t know. I was speaking to Leah and she told me about one or two strange occurrences” Leah was a maid in her mother’s service. “Like what?” Zoey enquired “Strange occurrences involving you and your bed sheets” Zoey blushed bright red and knew immediately what she was talking about. “Leah said three of the last seven days you have wet the bed, what’s happening sweetie?” Zoey couldn’t find any words and instead simply sat blushing like a beetroot. “Are you scared about something” “I don’t know… I just… wake up and … I’m desperate for a wee.. and …. I can’t seem to hold it” “Does it happen at all during the day?” Zoey thought about lying, but didn’t. “Sometimes” She said, as she thought about the wetness she could feel between her legs at that moment. “Well we’ll talk to the physician in the morning and see what can be done.” Mother and daughter embraced for a time and when her mother departed, Zoey snuggled in bed with her stuffed animals and went to sleep.

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The Japanese woman as plumbing problems in her apartment with no water running from her kitchen taps and bathroom toilet, so she phones for a plumber and when he and his friend arrive they take a look at the problem. While this is happening she is getting more and more desperate and as to keep grabbing her crotch to stop he peeing herself. Plumbing problem and desperate to pee.mp4

Hey everyone, I've gotten my GF to agree to sharing lots of naughty photos with everyone here. We are both active DLs with mild AB tendencies. We are more geared towards BDSM but diappy play as we call it plays a large role. As our username suggests we are both dominant and submissive so there will be stuff on here for everyone. Enjoy!

so today at school i almost wet my pants. I was drinking alot of water that morning, because i didnt eat breakfast. and in school, i was drinking a bottle of water in 2nd period, i started to have the need but not too bad so i decided to wait.3rd period was ok i just watched the movie and didnt pay attention to my bladder. then theres lunch, i then decide to test myself and make myself desperate on purpose, "the awesome omorashi test" i drank another bottle of water, and two juice boxes. then 5th period rolls around, i start to get the need again. now time skip to 7th period. i cant stay still my bladder hurts and i have a test today. i really like the feeling,then little by little dribbles start to force their way out of me. its the middle of the test and i cant leave, so i squeeze my legs together. that didnt work for long, i hear someone ask to go to the bathroom. the teacher says no, so that means itll be no for me. so i wait till next period, i ask the teacher if i can go to the bathroom as soon as i see him, he says i have announcements to make so youll be the first one. so i sit down and wait 10 min squiming and dribbling, there was a little wet patch on my pants. and as soon as he was done i blurt out canipleasegotothebathroom really fast, he says slow down and yes hurry. i felt my face get hot, i grab the pass and run out of there. as soon as i get to the bathroom run into a stall, yank down my pants, and pee for the longest time. it felt so good.

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