Rain_Attica 165 Posted October 21, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted October 21, 2019 I find myself dreaming up some really, REALLY raunchy erotic fantasies involving toilet play, and so I decided to start writing them here. I'm not sure if these are 'stories' per se, but I think this is a good place to put them- and I encourage others to post their fantasies in this thread as well, regardless of their skill at writing. I'm going to use a lot of varying elements across different fantasies, as well as changing possibly the style or tense of writing. Who *I* am in these stories may also change- I might choose to write myself as a woman in one story, and a man in a different one- although I do typically prefer female wetting and messing. Some of these fantasies might get a little extreme, and I may not always stick to realism- after all, it is a FANTASY, so it can be whatever I want it to be. This first story will be written in a present tense, with I (as a female) and You (As a male) being large parts of it. ~~~ I am your dominatrix. There are few things that I enjoy more than punishing you, watching you squirm, whimper, and cry when you lose bladder control in front of me and piss yourself. My favorite thing to do to you, is have holding contests. I train my bladder, body, and mind frequently, and you have yet to last longer than me. When you lose, sitting humiliated in a puddle of your own urine, I laugh, take off my pants, and urinate on you, every time. Because of my training, I tend to hold myself off as long as I possibly can- in both my bladder, and my bowels. We do not have a session planned today, so I am unprepared for you when I head to the toilet. Despite being your Dominatrix with an iron bladder, you are larger than me- and so when you grab me just before I got to the door, you restrain me in a pair of handcuffs before I can realize what is happening. You push me down, onto my knees, and use a second pair of handcuffs to cuff me to the radiator- I can't move, and I can't even stand up fully. I protest furiously, rage and threaten you with future punishments, but you do not care. I can feel my desperate need growing much stronger- because I was training my bladder, I am practically at the brink. You unzip your jeans, and pull out your cock, already fully erect. Before I can say another word, you force your cock into my mouth, gagging me. You start to fuck my mouth, and there is nothing I can do about it, except to suck. You tell me that if I can make you come, you might let me go. But my panties are already damp. I peed in them a little when you surprised me- now, as I suck your cock the best that I can, a few more spurts dampen the groin of my tight blue jeans. There is slight foam around my mouth from the roughness that you are forcing your cock down my throat with- I cannot speak or protest, I can only whimper and cry, a few tears running down my cheeks. However, the pleasure I am feeling is immense- I'm burning between the legs, I wish I could rub myself. I can't stop squirming, rubbing my thighs together desperately. The heat grows warmer, and radiates across my lap. I realize that I have lost bladder control. I am fully pissing my pants. Hot glistening wet streaks run all over the front of my thighs, down to my knees. I feel beyond humiliated- I am fully crying now, and my mascara is streaking down my cheeks. "You dirty little slut, are you wetting yourself?" You ask me. I nod my head slightly. I admit it, it is the only thought in my mind- 'I am wetting myself, I am peeing my pants like a little pathetic girl. I'm losing control.' I feel a slight weight tugging on the waistband of my panties. I did not notice it at first, I was too shocked that I was having an accident. The weight grows heavier, and my bottom feels warm. With a shudder, I decide to just push- I cannot stop myself. I piss harder, full force- my jeans are totally soaked now, still glistening as I pee, a puddle growing between my knees- and the seat of my jeans is tenting out, bulging bigger and bigger. 'I'm soiling myself,' I think to myself. I'm trembling furiously with humiliation, but also pleasure. I cannot believe how good this feels. I cannot believe how turned on I am. I let go of any pretense of control, and completely shit my pants. The feeling of relief is immeasurable, to be emptying myself like this. 'I used... my pants... as my toilet,' I say to myself in my head again, obsessed with the act of it. 'I wet and shit my pants.' I have an orgasm, and so do you- I swallow your come willingly. You undo your belt, and uncuff me from the radiator, my hands still cuffed behind my back. You lead me to a chair, and put me across your lap- and start to whip my bottom with your belt. I'm crying, wailing at the pain like a little girl, so you take your ball gag from the drawer- the one I always used on you- and silence me with it. The ball gag does not come out for the entire rest of the day. When you let me up, you decide to punish me further. You take a padlock, tighten my belt, and lock it shut, keeping the key to yourself. I cannot take off these ruined pants. You tell me I will be wearing them for the rest of the day- another six hours, with panties bulging and sagging with my mess. You tell me these pants are now my toilet. Throughout the evening, you only ever take out my ball gag to make me drink, and allow me to eat once. You are making me drink so much, I wet my pants every thirty minutes. You force me to stand up when I do it, so that I fully soak my jeans, all the way down to the cuff, all the way down into my socks. You rub my groin whenever I wet myself, and I climax three times that day. Each time I wet, it becomes easier. Eventually, I no longer struggle, no longer attempt to hold it in- I simply stand up and release my bladder into my panties willingly. An hour before the end of the day, when I can finally clean up, I am squirming on the spot, and looking at you desperately. You tell me to just go to the bathroom on myself, like I've done all day. I turn around, cheeks red, and you see the bulge in the seat of my pants growing larger. I'm soiling myself again. You give me a spanking for it, mocking and degrading me for messing my pants twice in one day. Eventually, you allow me to clean up, wash myself in the shower, and throw away my jeans. But you demand I keep the panties. They are so stained and discolored, whenever I see them, I will remember how I filled them, forced to sit in it for hours. When I get out of the shower, you ravish me. We have sex multiple times, for three hours- you use each of my holes however you desire. During our sex, I climax three times yet again. In the middle of it, my bladder fills again- you force me to put on my favorite pair of red corduroy pants, and wet myself in them. When we finally go to bed, you demand I wear a diaper. You tie me up, so totally and completely that I could not even roll out of bed to escape you. By the next morning, the session is over. We are having a normal morning. During our morning, I forget that I am allowed to use the bathroom now, and start to wet myself. I don't even think about it- I only think about the flushing hot feeling spreading down the back of my thighs. You come over to me and kiss my neck. "Are you pissing yourself, you dirty girl?" You ask. I turn around, noticing what I am doing, and after a thought, I stand on the tips of my toes, to kiss you while I pee. "Yes, Master," I tell you with a smile, and start to shit my pants. 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Jumps 1 Posted December 17, 2019 Share Posted December 17, 2019 A nice problem to have in that she not only pisses her panties, but also orgasms several times and also gets to taste and swallow his pollen. Quote Link to comment
laserpirate44 1 Posted February 21, 2020 Share Posted February 21, 2020 Very nice. Would love to read more of what you have. Quote Link to comment
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