randomkath 349 Posted January 25, 2022 Share Posted January 25, 2022 (edited) As the title suggest, I'm searching for four stories from ExperienceProject, but I can only vaguely describe them, and I do not know the authors. - Story One: A medium-length story about a guy and a girl in a Dom/sub relationship. The story is told from the guy's perspective. He refers to the girl as "my slut", and the story does at one point include the phrase "she was trying to hide the mandatory rip in her pantyhose". He has taken away the burden of peeing from her, by peeing for her. That of course means that when she complains that she hasn't urinated in a day, he only sighs, whips it out, and pees right there in front of her, on a parking lot. Of course, he has just "peed for her" and "her bladder is now empty", so she's no longer supposed to show any need. He then decides her figeting is the result of bladder cramps (to be cured with massages) and dehydration (to be cured with water). I think the story ends with the phrase "She was going to please me. She better." - Story Two: A woman goes to a job interview at a very professional place (law office, or simmilar). She is greeted by a bursting woman, and the boss, a man. She later discovers that the boss forces his female employees to hold their pee, and even has inserted some kind of urethral plug into the other woman, who already works there. The two women defeat the boss (and maybe end up killing him in self-defense? not quite sure). - Story Three: A college freshman who follows certain rules, among them to never pee into a toilet other than her own, and drink as much water as she possibly can without drowning herself. She gets up one morning, bursting at the seams, decides to challenge herself, skips her morning pee, chucks a whole bunch of water, and goes to her Movie Studies class. Unfortunately the lecture turns out to be about the first feature-length film that focusses on female desperation. The professor is into method acting, and picks a few students to "relive" what the characters in the movie have felt. - Story Four: A woman who is sexually arroused by having a full bladder, dozes off while she has to pee. She dreams about slipping into a parallel world, where all women are frantic and bloated. When she asks where the bathroom is in a store, she gets laughed at, because haha, lady's rooms, how gross and ridicoulous. She goes home to her roommate, who is just about to lie down with a giant bloated bladder. When she complains that she has to pee, she is told that of course, all women always have to pee, because females are banned from urination by a constitutional amendment. The roommate thinks the dreamer is weird for wanting to pee. She tries to sneak a pee anyway, and has her door kicked in, by armed cops, who force her to clamp it shut. Then they bring in "The Juicer", which is some kind of device to pump delinquent bladders with large amounts of fluids. Liters and liters of hot boiling piss get pumped into her bladder. And then she wakes up. So... does anyone have any idea what I'm talking about? Any savefiles? Zips on long-forgotten harddrives? Internet Archive links? Pretty please? Edited January 25, 2022 by randomkath (see edit history) Tentacool, Leaky Bunnie, univgirlkelsie and 2 others 4 1 Quote Link to comment
univgirlkelsie 495 Posted January 25, 2022 Share Posted January 25, 2022 I'm searching for stories too! Would love to see k4yl4's content again randomkath, xixi and pguy69 3 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted January 25, 2022 Author Share Posted January 25, 2022 2 hours ago, DesperateToes said: I'm searching for stories too! Would love to see k4yl4's content again Thank you, now I have a name, at least! Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted January 25, 2022 Share Posted January 25, 2022 K4yl4 did have some amazing writings, but I'm not sure some of these for were hers... I did a quick search on the wayback machine but to no avail... univgirlkelsie 1 Quote Link to comment
nappypants 1,403 Posted January 25, 2022 Share Posted January 25, 2022 Was a strange one, was pretty much the place for wetting and diaper experience stories 10 years or so ago, but just seemed to be run by one person, and then they banned “adult” stuff and it all fell apart pretty quickly. Sure I copied and pasted plenty of stuff from there back in the day (not those particular ones though, as they don’t look like ones that would be of particular interest personally). There must be people active on here and other sites who were regulars there? Alltheomorashi 1 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted January 25, 2022 Author Share Posted January 25, 2022 1 hour ago, nappypants said: Was a strange one, was pretty much the place for wetting and diaper experience stories 10 years or so ago, but just seemed to be run by one person, and then they banned “adult” stuff and it all fell apart pretty quickly. Sure I copied and pasted plenty of stuff from there back in the day (not those particular ones though, as they don’t look like ones that would be of particular interest personally). There must be people active on here and other sites who were regulars there? Yes, many regulars from EP can be found on here. That's why I'm hoping someone has either saved one of these stories, or at least recognizes them, and can tell me the title or author, so I can do further research. Alltheomorashi 1 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted February 5, 2022 Author Share Posted February 5, 2022 Okay, last try. Anyone got anything? Pretty please? Quote Link to comment
Doreen 36 Posted February 5, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted February 5, 2022 4 hours ago, randomkath said: Okay, last try. Anyone got anything? Pretty please? I found this: *** snip *** Full Control By: rebeljaffa Written on October 11th, 2012 I heard another snivelling noise and again the agitated tapping of her feet. Turning to look at my **** I saw her pathetic stance, legs pressing tightly together, head bowed, a tear gently rolling down her flushed, sweating face. I checked out her *****. Earlier, she'd managed to hide the compulsory rip in her pantyhose by pulling her micro skirt down over and over. But now, in her agitation, it's ridden up and her puffed lips and the fuzz of her landing ***** are there to be seen. I won't ask her to cover it, her exposure amuses me. And this is why she's not allowed clothing over her *****. Some things are absolutely meant to be seen in public. Other matters are private and I hope she isn't about to cross that line. "Try to look happy", I hissed at her. "I've taken you to all your favorite shops, I bought you a fine lunch and later on we're going out to dinner and to meet my friends. Why can't you just smile a bit and look up? You may speak". Silence. "What is it girl? You will speak". I could read that look, knew she was summoning the courage to ask me the question. And even though I always recognised this moment arriving I always, always, played dumb. "I-I...." I sighed heavily and she paused. Then with a deep breath... "I really really have to pee". I glared down at her. She's only supposed to whisper that to me in private, and only then under certain circumstances. I hate anyone else in the world even knowing that she does pee, hearing the words even. Her pee is not hers, her bladder is not hers. They are mine. I own and control my pet's peeing entirely and she knows all too well what the rules are. Inwardly I smiled at the thought of how utterly desperate she must be to be risking my wrath by raising the subject to me in public, let alone without being asked. I wasn't showing my smile though. Rules are rules, after all. "Come with me!" I hissed, taking her hand and leading her hastily from the mall towards the relative quiet of the parking lot. She tried to take small, mincing steps, but I rushed her along angrily and she gasped. Very unseemly, it seemed to me, to make those noises of discomfort where others might suspect she has a bladder full of pee, and I vowed to punish her for that later. Somehow we stumbled down to my car. "What the **** was that?" I asked her stonily. "You can't talk about peeing out in the open like that, and you know you can't!" She looked at the floor and writhed, her legs waggling. "Keep still!" I barked out. "You are never, ever, ever to show your stupid pee need when we are out! You know the spankings and other punishments this leads to and I thoight we had this all clear. You may speak". "Y-yes Master", she replied glumly. "But it's probably never been this bad, not ever, and I swear I'm going to explode!" "I've done everything for you!" I snaped back. "I gave you some relief yesterday, AND I peed for you this morning, which is every bit as good! You're imagining a need and wasting time with this stupidity. You may speak, but think carefully first".. "I know Master, you have been very fair as always, but there must be something wrong with me, I feel so very desperate....I know it's stupid and I'm wasting time..." I sigh for effect again. I'm not all that angry really, because I'm getting a great desperation show. And, in fairness, ****'s bladder control has come on in leaps and bounds. She can contain herself now for over a day sometimes, almost two days if I really push her and ignore her tears. But I did push extra liquids on her over the weekend and, in truth, I acknowledge to myself that she must be absolutely frantic. I wonder if she's noticed my hardness? Probably not, as she's forbidden to look. "We're going to be home in 8 hours or so, unless I drink and we have to sleep over with friends. It won't matter though. Peeing is for home only, whenever we get there, if we get there. I won't have you making a scene when we're out, so I'm going to ask you again, nicely, to sort out your feelings and hold it properly". Looking up I saw my pet's hand hastily withdrawing from her *****. "Don't clutch yourself in public!" I gasped at her. Pet looked panicked, sighing, bobbing, moving from foot to foot. I stared again at her ***** lips, and saw they looked shiny. I doubted it was pee. Pleasuring herself in public went into my mental list of today's misdemeanours. Why else would a stupid **** who peed yesterday need to handle the goods? I knew what she'd say, that it was to hold in her boiling liquid, but I'd be having none of that excuse when the spankings were being dished out. My eyes roamed upward slightly and noted an ominous bulge in pet's abdomen. I was thinking hard. My **** was well trained and very motivated to please me. She'd willingly given me ownership of her body, her rights to (not) cover her ***** and mastery over her bodily functions. "It's definitely your bladder Master", she had smilingly told me when all this started. She had actually seemed relieved to hand over the decision making. Now she didn't have to wonder when to pee, whether to go here or there or at home. I decided when she needed to, and when she could. I admired her superior strength over most women. Her resolve to contain it all at my whim. She knew inside that I was proud of her, loved her in my own way and would defend her. But she knew that I wouldn't say it to her like that and she had to keep working to please me and control herself to order. It suited her like that and it absolutely suited me to have a sex and bladder slave who would do anything. Realism bit me this time though. Pet wouldn't make it. She was, after all, human and alive, and a prodigious quantity of drinks had been working through her system for over 20 hours. ****! I always hated giving her relief until I'd been able to get it up inside her or make her serve me in other ways and beg for it in private. But facts are facts - the pet **** wasn't going to make it and this wasn't a day to force her to wet herself in public. I'd have to give relief. But first, some fun. "Ok pet, I can see you're pathetically unable to even last 24 hours for me", I sighed at her. "So here's the deal. I'll go for you again, even though it's a real nuisance to do this for you each day". I stepped into the darker shadows behind the car. Seeing we had the floor to ourselves and, frankly, ignoring the CCTV, I unzipped and let loose against the concrete. I was pretty full, actually, and in our ongoing game I'd always argue that it was her fault for having to get me to **** for her. Because I carried it all and did the hard work, why did she always end up moaning? I tutted at how much pee she'd "made" me carry, and turned to tell her so when I heard her gasp out at the forceful sound of my relief. My slave **** then bent double, legs pretzeled. I shook my last drops and zipped my **** back into my pants. Normally I'd have made her suck it clean, of course, but time was short. "Stand up!" I ordered my pet. "I've just peed for us both so you must be fine now. I might have missed a little... but that'll get you through till the morning. Speak...". Pet whimpered and placed a hand gingerly over her bulging belly. "Ohhh!" she whined. "I know you kindly pissed out my water Master, but...but... it still hurts!". I smiled and walked over to my pet and wrapped her in a hug. "I know what it is", I said softly, "your insides just ache because they still think that YOU ****, where really it's ME!". My **** nodded meekly. "Tell you what", I said kindly, "I'll give your belly area a little massage and we'll find a you some water in the car to soothe you". Now pet was just looking at me blankly. She knew how this was going to play out but this was how we did it. My hand strayed to the area where pet's bladder, my bladder now of course, was pulsing urgently. Then I began a slow massage which brought instant gasps of shock from my poor desperate bladder slave. I deliberately misinterpreted the sounds of course! "Yes yes, that's helping isn't it? Here, I'll do it some more..." My hand pressed hard into pet's abdomen and I heard it, instantly, a pattering on the floor. Ah! I pressed again and then again, as pet let three long bursts of **** loose from her quivering, swollen *****. "Seems like your body still hasn't quite learned that you pee through me now pet", I told her with an air of sympathy and understanding. "Never mind, those are only residual traces of pee and I'm sure that once you've drunk that liter you will feel much, much better". Pet knew better than to release the ocean of pee still corked in her belly and as far as I was concerned, it didn't exist. And that was our way. If I denied the pee was there then to all intents and purposes, it wasn't. "We might as well leave here now", I said. "We can get some drinks in before dinner is served if we get to the restaurant early. It's a good drive, so let's go. Oh... and that relief will do you for the night. Don't you DARE show any silliness to our companions tonight. I've peed for you and emptied your silly dribbles out. There is NO MORE PEE in there, so forget it!". I made my hugging more tender, rubbing her neck and back soothingly. I kissed her hair, her face, her tears. Then my hand eased low again. Without warning I slid a finger between her slick lips then curled it up into her, encountering an almost solid mass behind her front wall which I dug into mercilessly. **** groaned and screwed up her face in agony. I felt her pulling away urgently but I held her with greater strength, my finger tip buried into the mass. Then I withdrew saying, "Yup. Nothing left in there now. You're empty my lucky pet". My bladder **** turned her face up towards me me with a faraway look in her eyes - try as I might I still can't tell you if it was a look of love, fear, urgency, or bliss. I'll go with a mix of all four. Then she walked to the passenger door with all the composure she could muster and a resolute expression came over her face. She was going to please me that night or die trying. She'd better! *** snap *** randomkath, Girlie, wolferine and 7 others 7 3 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted February 5, 2022 Author Share Posted February 5, 2022 (edited) Oh yes, thank you! It's a bit different from how I remembered it, but that's definitely it. Edited February 5, 2022 by randomkath (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
Doreen 36 Posted February 6, 2022 Share Posted February 6, 2022 Maybe another find? *** No Restrooms (Fictional) By: bes31 Written on June 17th, 2013 In the hotel room, Nicole Park desperately waited for the toilet, her friend, Mary, Mary Taylor was in there brushing her teeth as Nicole silently waited. She hadn't peed in ages, and the alcohol that she consumed at the club wasn't helping. She held herself. She also remembered how tired she was, and she decided that she desperately waited, she would rest her eyes on the bed. Nicole put on the third dress, a green sun dress that was a little too large for her. She was in a mall dressing room, blank brown walls and a small door. She started to notice that it was a little too large, she liked it though show she took off the dress, revealing she was wearing a black blouse and miniskirt, she went to find a smaller version. When she noticed the pressure inside her, it took her back. She had to pee like a race horse, and she just noticed this. She looked down and saw an incredible sight, her bladder bulging so much it was visible through her blouse. This wasn't an issue, she knew this store, and it had a restroom in the back. She started walking to the back, forgetting about the dress. She wasn't desperate, just full. She walked steadily to the back to where the restroom was. She started to wish for relief, though she had only been feeling this for a few seconds, she wondered how much more she could take. Her walk turned to a briskful walk. After only a few seconds, she got to the back of the store. And walked to the restrooms. She looked at the men's restroom, kept walking and turned onto the woman's restroom. Blindly, she walked to where the stalls were. "Excuse me miss." A voice spoke, it must be for someone else. "Excuse me." She turned, and saw a man with a heavy brim mustache looking at her. "Do you need help." She looked around, it was an office. "No, I just entered the wrong door. Sorry." She quickly exited the awkward situation. Odd, she knew that that was the door to the woman's room. It didn't matter, she had to pee. She exited and looked through the hallway, there was the men's bathroom, the office and another office. Odd. Nicole looked another time, there was no ladies room, certainly odd. She gave up and decided to find another restroom. As she left though she caught the eye of Mary. Mary had long brown hair, unlike Nicole's black hair. She had a rounder, softer face with a worse complexion. She was wearing a long white dress, one she always wore. "Hey." Mary spoke. Nicole noticed something strange about her as well. She was bending her knees swiftly, biting her lip as well. She also needed the bathroom, but worse. She looked pregnant almost, but she was making no word of it. "Hey, have you seen a restroom anywhere?" Nicole asked, she figured the answer would be no. "A what?" Mary responded, this left Nicole confused. How could she not know what a restroom is. "A toilet." "Don't be absurd." Mary laughed. She was bent over, her hands in her crotch. Nicole was starting to feel like she was about to too. "I need to pee!" Nicole yelled. "We all do, you idiot." Mary responded. Nicole looked around the room, every girl looked the same, hands in their crotch, some lying on the ground. Mary walked out of the store with Nicole and suddenly they were in a car together. "What is going on!" Nicole yelled. "I need to pee, you need to pee, what is happening." "You don't remember. Women are banned from urination, act 32 of the constitution." A look of horror sprung across Nicole's face. "Why?" There was no answer. She lifted her miniskirt and began to rub herself. "So how many times have you urinated?" Nicole asked. "Never. 18 years and counting." Mary spoke. A billboard flashed by depicting helper to prevent urination. "You've been going for 18 years as well." She felt her bladder, almost at its extreme. Suddenly, the car got into the drive way and Mary was out, Nicole followed. They entered the house and got settled. Both still holding themselves. "I'm going to go take a nap, you can hang out." Mary exited the room. Nicole was by herself. "This is ridiculous." She spoke to herself. The pressure continued to worsen. None of this made any sense to her. All she knew is that she had to pee. Nicole waddled over to the corner of the room, she wasn't worried that someone would stop her. She lifter her miniskirt, rolled down her panties. And without a second thought, she began peeing. When the first drop of urine hit the ground, the door got smashed in. It was a police officer. "Immediately stop, or you will be killed." the police officer yelled in an oddly aggressive manner. She reacted out of fear and stopped. "Put you hands in the air." Nicole did. Mary ran into the room, freaking out, yelling. "You have disobeyed act 32 of the constitution. Private, get the juicer in." The juicer was what it sounded like, a massive water tank, connected to a tube. The police officer grabbed the tube and lodged it up Nicole's urethra. Nicole's body started to quiver as she worried about what she was going to experience. And then she was juiced. Gallons of water entered her bladder. Every drop increased the pain by a little bit, until it was unbearable. Her bladder became completely full, but it kept going, and going, and going, and going. Nicole fell to her knees. She couldn't understand this feeling. Her stomach became fat with every gallon pumped into her. She felt a mix of three feelings, one the pain of her bladder being stretch to in-normal amounts, in burned in agony, secondly the total pressure and weight, she guessed it was like 15 pounds of water inside of her, she could barely move. Her body begged to push out the water, but every try was just met by more water pumping the urine back in, thirdly a feeling of wicked pleasure. She had never felt so wonderfully full, so incredibly wonderful before. Every gallon felt better, but it didn't stop. It kept going, and going, and going and going until... Pop... Nicole opened her eyes, it was just a dream. There was no restrictions, no juicers, no need to pee. She got confused, but she needed to pee like nothing else in the world. Then she realized that her urine was still in the bed with her, but it had found a new home, with her sheets. *** FullBladder85, skywalker58, xixi and 2 others 1 4 Quote Link to comment
rebeljaffa 562 Posted February 6, 2022 Share Posted February 6, 2022 21 hours ago, Doreen said: I found this: *** snip *** Full Control By: rebeljaffa Written on October 11th, 2012 I heard another snivelling noise and again the agitated tapping of her feet. Turning to look at my **** I saw her pathetic stance, legs pressing tightly together, head bowed, a tear gently rolling down her flushed, sweating face. I checked out her *****. Earlier, she'd managed to hide the compulsory rip in her pantyhose by pulling her micro skirt down over and over. But now, in her agitation, it's ridden up and her puffed lips and the fuzz of her landing ***** are there to be seen. I won't ask her to cover it, her exposure amuses me. And this is why she's not allowed clothing over her *****. Some things are absolutely meant to be seen in public. Other matters are private and I hope she isn't about to cross that line. "Try to look happy", I hissed at her. "I've taken you to all your favorite shops, I bought you a fine lunch and later on we're going out to dinner and to meet my friends. Why can't you just smile a bit and look up? You may speak". Silence. "What is it girl? You will speak". I could read that look, knew she was summoning the courage to ask me the question. And even though I always recognised this moment arriving I always, always, played dumb. "I-I...." I sighed heavily and she paused. Then with a deep breath... "I really really have to pee". I glared down at her. She's only supposed to whisper that to me in private, and only then under certain circumstances. I hate anyone else in the world even knowing that she does pee, hearing the words even. Her pee is not hers, her bladder is not hers. They are mine. I own and control my pet's peeing entirely and she knows all too well what the rules are. Inwardly I smiled at the thought of how utterly desperate she must be to be risking my wrath by raising the subject to me in public, let alone without being asked. I wasn't showing my smile though. Rules are rules, after all. "Come with me!" I hissed, taking her hand and leading her hastily from the mall towards the relative quiet of the parking lot. She tried to take small, mincing steps, but I rushed her along angrily and she gasped. Very unseemly, it seemed to me, to make those noises of discomfort where others might suspect she has a bladder full of pee, and I vowed to punish her for that later. Somehow we stumbled down to my car. "What the **** was that?" I asked her stonily. "You can't talk about peeing out in the open like that, and you know you can't!" She looked at the floor and writhed, her legs waggling. "Keep still!" I barked out. "You are never, ever, ever to show your stupid pee need when we are out! You know the spankings and other punishments this leads to and I thoight we had this all clear. You may speak". "Y-yes Master", she replied glumly. "But it's probably never been this bad, not ever, and I swear I'm going to explode!" "I've done everything for you!" I snaped back. "I gave you some relief yesterday, AND I peed for you this morning, which is every bit as good! You're imagining a need and wasting time with this stupidity. You may speak, but think carefully first".. "I know Master, you have been very fair as always, but there must be something wrong with me, I feel so very desperate....I know it's stupid and I'm wasting time..." I sigh for effect again. I'm not all that angry really, because I'm getting a great desperation show. And, in fairness, ****'s bladder control has come on in leaps and bounds. She can contain herself now for over a day sometimes, almost two days if I really push her and ignore her tears. But I did push extra liquids on her over the weekend and, in truth, I acknowledge to myself that she must be absolutely frantic. I wonder if she's noticed my hardness? Probably not, as she's forbidden to look. "We're going to be home in 8 hours or so, unless I drink and we have to sleep over with friends. It won't matter though. Peeing is for home only, whenever we get there, if we get there. I won't have you making a scene when we're out, so I'm going to ask you again, nicely, to sort out your feelings and hold it properly". Looking up I saw my pet's hand hastily withdrawing from her *****. "Don't clutch yourself in public!" I gasped at her. Pet looked panicked, sighing, bobbing, moving from foot to foot. I stared again at her ***** lips, and saw they looked shiny. I doubted it was pee. Pleasuring herself in public went into my mental list of today's misdemeanours. Why else would a stupid **** who peed yesterday need to handle the goods? I knew what she'd say, that it was to hold in her boiling liquid, but I'd be having none of that excuse when the spankings were being dished out. My eyes roamed upward slightly and noted an ominous bulge in pet's abdomen. I was thinking hard. My **** was well trained and very motivated to please me. She'd willingly given me ownership of her body, her rights to (not) cover her ***** and mastery over her bodily functions. "It's definitely your bladder Master", she had smilingly told me when all this started. She had actually seemed relieved to hand over the decision making. Now she didn't have to wonder when to pee, whether to go here or there or at home. I decided when she needed to, and when she could. I admired her superior strength over most women. Her resolve to contain it all at my whim. She knew inside that I was proud of her, loved her in my own way and would defend her. But she knew that I wouldn't say it to her like that and she had to keep working to please me and control herself to order. It suited her like that and it absolutely suited me to have a sex and bladder slave who would do anything. Realism bit me this time though. Pet wouldn't make it. She was, after all, human and alive, and a prodigious quantity of drinks had been working through her system for over 20 hours. ****! I always hated giving her relief until I'd been able to get it up inside her or make her serve me in other ways and beg for it in private. But facts are facts - the pet **** wasn't going to make it and this wasn't a day to force her to wet herself in public. I'd have to give relief. But first, some fun. "Ok pet, I can see you're pathetically unable to even last 24 hours for me", I sighed at her. "So here's the deal. I'll go for you again, even though it's a real nuisance to do this for you each day". I stepped into the darker shadows behind the car. Seeing we had the floor to ourselves and, frankly, ignoring the CCTV, I unzipped and let loose against the concrete. I was pretty full, actually, and in our ongoing game I'd always argue that it was her fault for having to get me to **** for her. Because I carried it all and did the hard work, why did she always end up moaning? I tutted at how much pee she'd "made" me carry, and turned to tell her so when I heard her gasp out at the forceful sound of my relief. My slave **** then bent double, legs pretzeled. I shook my last drops and zipped my **** back into my pants. Normally I'd have made her suck it clean, of course, but time was short. "Stand up!" I ordered my pet. "I've just peed for us both so you must be fine now. I might have missed a little... but that'll get you through till the morning. Speak...". Pet whimpered and placed a hand gingerly over her bulging belly. "Ohhh!" she whined. "I know you kindly pissed out my water Master, but...but... it still hurts!". I smiled and walked over to my pet and wrapped her in a hug. "I know what it is", I said softly, "your insides just ache because they still think that YOU ****, where really it's ME!". My **** nodded meekly. "Tell you what", I said kindly, "I'll give your belly area a little massage and we'll find a you some water in the car to soothe you". Now pet was just looking at me blankly. She knew how this was going to play out but this was how we did it. My hand strayed to the area where pet's bladder, my bladder now of course, was pulsing urgently. Then I began a slow massage which brought instant gasps of shock from my poor desperate bladder slave. I deliberately misinterpreted the sounds of course! "Yes yes, that's helping isn't it? Here, I'll do it some more..." My hand pressed hard into pet's abdomen and I heard it, instantly, a pattering on the floor. Ah! I pressed again and then again, as pet let three long bursts of **** loose from her quivering, swollen *****. "Seems like your body still hasn't quite learned that you pee through me now pet", I told her with an air of sympathy and understanding. "Never mind, those are only residual traces of pee and I'm sure that once you've drunk that liter you will feel much, much better". Pet knew better than to release the ocean of pee still corked in her belly and as far as I was concerned, it didn't exist. And that was our way. If I denied the pee was there then to all intents and purposes, it wasn't. "We might as well leave here now", I said. "We can get some drinks in before dinner is served if we get to the restaurant early. It's a good drive, so let's go. Oh... and that relief will do you for the night. Don't you DARE show any silliness to our companions tonight. I've peed for you and emptied your silly dribbles out. There is NO MORE PEE in there, so forget it!". I made my hugging more tender, rubbing her neck and back soothingly. I kissed her hair, her face, her tears. Then my hand eased low again. Without warning I slid a finger between her slick lips then curled it up into her, encountering an almost solid mass behind her front wall which I dug into mercilessly. **** groaned and screwed up her face in agony. I felt her pulling away urgently but I held her with greater strength, my finger tip buried into the mass. Then I withdrew saying, "Yup. Nothing left in there now. You're empty my lucky pet". My bladder **** turned her face up towards me me with a faraway look in her eyes - try as I might I still can't tell you if it was a look of love, fear, urgency, or bliss. I'll go with a mix of all four. Then she walked to the passenger door with all the composure she could muster and a resolute expression came over her face. She was going to please me that night or die trying. She'd better! *** snap *** Oh my God! What was I smoking? Actually I wrote that for @Multifetishgrla lifetime ago! randomkath 1 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted February 6, 2022 Author Share Posted February 6, 2022 Haha, I just knew most of the old EP folks could be found around here, but since I didn't remember any of the authors... Like, I've been a fan of @bes31 forever, but it never occured to me the first one might have been one of his. rebeljaffa, this one is amazin, and Doreen, thank you so much for finding all this. Quote Link to comment
rebeljaffa 562 Posted February 6, 2022 Share Posted February 6, 2022 Just now, randomkath said: Haha, I just knew most of the old EP folks could be found around here, but since I didn't remember any of the authors... Like, I've been a fan of @bes31 forever, but it never occured to me the first one might have been one of his. rebeljaffa, this one is amazin, and Doreen, thank you so much for finding all this. I didn't even remember writing it until now! Not too extreme then?? randomkath and SpaceWonderer 2 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted February 6, 2022 Author Share Posted February 6, 2022 Oh, it's extreme arlright, but extreme is exactly what I'm into. Whether it's extreme D/s, with lots of bladder control and evil punishment, or extreme, unrealistic holding. Thank you. SpaceWonderer, rebeljaffa, Tentacool and 1 other 2 1 1 Quote Link to comment
rebeljaffa 562 Posted February 6, 2022 Share Posted February 6, 2022 Just now, randomkath said: Oh, it's extreme arlright, but extreme is exactly what I'm into. Whether it's extreme D/s, with lots of bladder control and evil punishment, or extreme, unrealistic holding. Thank you. Oh I instantly like you 😃 Quote Link to comment
SpaceWonderer 699 Posted February 6, 2022 Share Posted February 6, 2022 @randomkath I don't typically cross-post, but was wondering if you'd be potentially interested to participate in a roleplay involving topics and niche omo interests I've seen you writing about? Here's my old ad just to kind of give an idea what I'm talking about. Feel free to DM if you have any further interest. https://www.omorashi.org/topic/67560-extremeunrealistic-holding-oc-rp/ Quote Link to comment
rebeljaffa 562 Posted February 9, 2022 Share Posted February 9, 2022 Does anybody have anything else I posted to EP? I'm sorry to say I didn't keep anything 😭 Quote Link to comment
Frooger 98 Posted February 11, 2022 Share Posted February 11, 2022 On 2/5/2022 at 9:42 PM, Doreen said: I found this: *** snip *** Full Control By: rebeljaffa Written on October 11th, 2012 I heard another snivelling noise and again the agitated tapping of her feet. Turning to look at my **** I saw her pathetic stance, legs pressing tightly together, head bowed, a tear gently rolling down her flushed, sweating face. I checked out her *****. Earlier, she'd managed to hide the compulsory rip in her pantyhose by pulling her micro skirt down over and over. But now, in her agitation, it's ridden up and her puffed lips and the fuzz of her landing ***** are there to be seen. I won't ask her to cover it, her exposure amuses me. And this is why she's not allowed clothing over her *****. Some things are absolutely meant to be seen in public. Other matters are private and I hope she isn't about to cross that line. "Try to look happy", I hissed at her. "I've taken you to all your favorite shops, I bought you a fine lunch and later on we're going out to dinner and to meet my friends. Why can't you just smile a bit and look up? You may speak". Silence. "What is it girl? You will speak". I could read that look, knew she was summoning the courage to ask me the question. And even though I always recognised this moment arriving I always, always, played dumb. "I-I...." I sighed heavily and she paused. Then with a deep breath... "I really really have to pee". I glared down at her. She's only supposed to whisper that to me in private, and only then under certain circumstances. I hate anyone else in the world even knowing that she does pee, hearing the words even. Her pee is not hers, her bladder is not hers. They are mine. I own and control my pet's peeing entirely and she knows all too well what the rules are. Inwardly I smiled at the thought of how utterly desperate she must be to be risking my wrath by raising the subject to me in public, let alone without being asked. I wasn't showing my smile though. Rules are rules, after all. "Come with me!" I hissed, taking her hand and leading her hastily from the mall towards the relative quiet of the parking lot. She tried to take small, mincing steps, but I rushed her along angrily and she gasped. Very unseemly, it seemed to me, to make those noises of discomfort where others might suspect she has a bladder full of pee, and I vowed to punish her for that later. Somehow we stumbled down to my car. "What the **** was that?" I asked her stonily. "You can't talk about peeing out in the open like that, and you know you can't!" She looked at the floor and writhed, her legs waggling. "Keep still!" I barked out. "You are never, ever, ever to show your stupid pee need when we are out! You know the spankings and other punishments this leads to and I thoight we had this all clear. You may speak". "Y-yes Master", she replied glumly. "But it's probably never been this bad, not ever, and I swear I'm going to explode!" "I've done everything for you!" I snaped back. "I gave you some relief yesterday, AND I peed for you this morning, which is every bit as good! You're imagining a need and wasting time with this stupidity. You may speak, but think carefully first".. "I know Master, you have been very fair as always, but there must be something wrong with me, I feel so very desperate....I know it's stupid and I'm wasting time..." I sigh for effect again. I'm not all that angry really, because I'm getting a great desperation show. And, in fairness, ****'s bladder control has come on in leaps and bounds. She can contain herself now for over a day sometimes, almost two days if I really push her and ignore her tears. But I did push extra liquids on her over the weekend and, in truth, I acknowledge to myself that she must be absolutely frantic. I wonder if she's noticed my hardness? Probably not, as she's forbidden to look. "We're going to be home in 8 hours or so, unless I drink and we have to sleep over with friends. It won't matter though. Peeing is for home only, whenever we get there, if we get there. I won't have you making a scene when we're out, so I'm going to ask you again, nicely, to sort out your feelings and hold it properly". Looking up I saw my pet's hand hastily withdrawing from her *****. "Don't clutch yourself in public!" I gasped at her. Pet looked panicked, sighing, bobbing, moving from foot to foot. I stared again at her ***** lips, and saw they looked shiny. I doubted it was pee. Pleasuring herself in public went into my mental list of today's misdemeanours. Why else would a stupid **** who peed yesterday need to handle the goods? I knew what she'd say, that it was to hold in her boiling liquid, but I'd be having none of that excuse when the spankings were being dished out. My eyes roamed upward slightly and noted an ominous bulge in pet's abdomen. I was thinking hard. My **** was well trained and very motivated to please me. She'd willingly given me ownership of her body, her rights to (not) cover her ***** and mastery over her bodily functions. "It's definitely your bladder Master", she had smilingly told me when all this started. She had actually seemed relieved to hand over the decision making. Now she didn't have to wonder when to pee, whether to go here or there or at home. I decided when she needed to, and when she could. I admired her superior strength over most women. Her resolve to contain it all at my whim. She knew inside that I was proud of her, loved her in my own way and would defend her. But she knew that I wouldn't say it to her like that and she had to keep working to please me and control herself to order. It suited her like that and it absolutely suited me to have a sex and bladder slave who would do anything. Realism bit me this time though. Pet wouldn't make it. She was, after all, human and alive, and a prodigious quantity of drinks had been working through her system for over 20 hours. ****! I always hated giving her relief until I'd been able to get it up inside her or make her serve me in other ways and beg for it in private. But facts are facts - the pet **** wasn't going to make it and this wasn't a day to force her to wet herself in public. I'd have to give relief. But first, some fun. "Ok pet, I can see you're pathetically unable to even last 24 hours for me", I sighed at her. "So here's the deal. I'll go for you again, even though it's a real nuisance to do this for you each day". I stepped into the darker shadows behind the car. Seeing we had the floor to ourselves and, frankly, ignoring the CCTV, I unzipped and let loose against the concrete. I was pretty full, actually, and in our ongoing game I'd always argue that it was her fault for having to get me to **** for her. Because I carried it all and did the hard work, why did she always end up moaning? I tutted at how much pee she'd "made" me carry, and turned to tell her so when I heard her gasp out at the forceful sound of my relief. My slave **** then bent double, legs pretzeled. I shook my last drops and zipped my **** back into my pants. Normally I'd have made her suck it clean, of course, but time was short. "Stand up!" I ordered my pet. "I've just peed for us both so you must be fine now. I might have missed a little... but that'll get you through till the morning. Speak...". Pet whimpered and placed a hand gingerly over her bulging belly. "Ohhh!" she whined. "I know you kindly pissed out my water Master, but...but... it still hurts!". I smiled and walked over to my pet and wrapped her in a hug. "I know what it is", I said softly, "your insides just ache because they still think that YOU ****, where really it's ME!". My **** nodded meekly. "Tell you what", I said kindly, "I'll give your belly area a little massage and we'll find a you some water in the car to soothe you". Now pet was just looking at me blankly. She knew how this was going to play out but this was how we did it. My hand strayed to the area where pet's bladder, my bladder now of course, was pulsing urgently. Then I began a slow massage which brought instant gasps of shock from my poor desperate bladder slave. I deliberately misinterpreted the sounds of course! "Yes yes, that's helping isn't it? Here, I'll do it some more..." My hand pressed hard into pet's abdomen and I heard it, instantly, a pattering on the floor. Ah! I pressed again and then again, as pet let three long bursts of **** loose from her quivering, swollen *****. "Seems like your body still hasn't quite learned that you pee through me now pet", I told her with an air of sympathy and understanding. "Never mind, those are only residual traces of pee and I'm sure that once you've drunk that liter you will feel much, much better". Pet knew better than to release the ocean of pee still corked in her belly and as far as I was concerned, it didn't exist. And that was our way. If I denied the pee was there then to all intents and purposes, it wasn't. "We might as well leave here now", I said. "We can get some drinks in before dinner is served if we get to the restaurant early. It's a good drive, so let's go. Oh... and that relief will do you for the night. Don't you DARE show any silliness to our companions tonight. I've peed for you and emptied your silly dribbles out. There is NO MORE PEE in there, so forget it!". I made my hugging more tender, rubbing her neck and back soothingly. I kissed her hair, her face, her tears. Then my hand eased low again. Without warning I slid a finger between her slick lips then curled it up into her, encountering an almost solid mass behind her front wall which I dug into mercilessly. **** groaned and screwed up her face in agony. I felt her pulling away urgently but I held her with greater strength, my finger tip buried into the mass. Then I withdrew saying, "Yup. Nothing left in there now. You're empty my lucky pet". My bladder **** turned her face up towards me me with a faraway look in her eyes - try as I might I still can't tell you if it was a look of love, fear, urgency, or bliss. I'll go with a mix of all four. Then she walked to the passenger door with all the composure she could muster and a resolute expression came over her face. She was going to please me that night or die trying. She'd better! *** snap *** Thanks! Been looking for this story for years myself. Hope someone will continue it On 2/6/2022 at 7:10 PM, rebeljaffa said: I didn't even remember writing it until now! Not too extreme then?? Thanks for at fantastic story! Quote Link to comment
Doreen 36 Posted February 11, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted February 11, 2022 On 2/9/2022 at 11:50 AM, rebeljaffa said: Does anybody have anything else I posted to EP? I'm sorry to say I didn't keep anything 😭 I found also this one: *** snip *** Hold It All! By: rebeljaffa Written on April 29th, 2013 * WARNING: Contains fetish themes of bladder control, breath play, male domination and just one twisted up view of a relationship - just how you like it! * Stupidslut's Torment! 5:18. I paced impatiently, awaiting her return. She'd sent me a text at lunchtime, asking if I would run down to her office building with the key to her locking chastity belt, so that she might relieve her already full bladder, but I'd told her that this was to be a "no" day. I must've forgotten to mention that at breakfast when I had told her she looked a little "dry" and insisted she drank more coffee and juice. I'd received a sad face in response to my "no" and a further message to the effect that she was really straining for a pee today rather earlier than was usual, but to be honest I'd been waiting for her to have an "off" day with her bladder "schedule" so I could try some more extreme play. The chastity belt she wore most days I once again offered up yet a prayer of thanks for, as I considered once again all the possibilities that this device had opened up for our games. Once we had learned that you actually can buy a discreet belt that locks and covers the ***** completely and tightly enough that to pee without removing it would cause utter disgrace, I was able to let my deepest perversions run free. And she loves it. She may whimper, she may call me names under her breath here and there, she may ache and suffer and the chafing can be a ***** - but she loves it! I wondered if she might someday break the belt out of desperation, but she would know better, I hoped, than to ruin it. 100 bucks isn't a fortune, I suppose, but enough of my money that I'd be sadistically mad. I really did admire her bladder control. She usually made it with few or no leaks through a working day, even if her bladder was bulging obscenely as the afternoon wore on. Later though she often had to survive my torments and I wasn't into going easy. She doesn't have the biggest bladder but certainly not the smallest. What she does have is a devotion to me and to our lifestyle and utter willpower to succeed with meeting my demands. The girl can really hold it, is what I'm saying. There were days, obviously, when she got to pee more. I didn't need it my way absolutely all the time, although strictly it was still my way as I decided when to be less strict. But she knew she had to be ready to not pee when I felt the need to enjoy her fullness and she never let me down. Stupidslut, for all her intelligence, talent and ability to make it alone, had nonetheless signed a contract binding her to please me, satisfy me, become my sexual property. I suspect I am really here to please her just as much, but she always says the contract and the feeling of being owned and obligated to total submission are as important to feeding her desires as they are to mine. 5:23. I knew it would be any moment and I peered out of the upstairs window hoping to glimpse her, wanting to see her demeanour in the street with what had to be a crushingly full bladder and the leather belt rubbing her *****. She'd be wet, I knew, aching and full and desperate, so painfully desperate, but wet, wet, sopping wet. Probably dying to get a finger or two in there, I chuckled, knowing that my pet loves to ****** first even if her bladder is screaming like the end of the world. I trusted she'd not be disappointed, but not yet. I had plans today. And there she was! Actually looking quite composed, though I laughingly wondered what her work rate and quality had been like as the afternoon went on. I noticed she had a very resolute expression, her "desperate face" as I called it. Lips set tight, and even from a distance I could see her eyes set determinedly ahead, narrowed. Close up they'd look so sexy, a window deep into her physical torment, bu with hints of lust and arousal. We please each other so much, though I have the easier end of the deal physically. I often wondered if I could tolerate being controlled the way that she welcomes from me and have decided that I could not. But neither could I accept a partner who did not have her desires and ready compliance. I'm lucky to have her. We're both lucky. I wondered how lucky she felt as she bend forwards and paused at our gate, doubtless feeling a bladder cramp, an urgent, almost irresistable urge to void her boiling pee. I imagined she'd been feeling this on and off, then constantly, then terribly, for hours. I was hard and ready at the thought. I'd have been happy in many ways to simply roll her there and then, to grab her as she enetered the house and have her. And she would have loved that. Perhaps I'd have taken her violently on any other day, just lifted her skirt, undone the belt and rammed my **** home all in seconds flat. There are so many things I can do and she accepts them all. But I wanted more today and I would need self control. God she's beautiful. Always her face and her eyes are to die for and any red blooded man, sadistic or not, kinky or not, would be proud to look at her and say to himself or others: "She's mine!". But to see her now, biting her lip, looking around slightly as she fumbles on the doorstep for her key, to know that she's not only mine, but mine to control, to torture with the cruel pressure of urine, to live my deepest fantasies with.... The feeling is powerful, emotional, and I almost feel a tear or two forming. I love her, I love her so much. I'm going to hurt her. Stupidslut? She invented that. Somewhere in the years since giving me her bladder to own she's become even more kinked and seems to have adopted that name for herself. Stupid? Don't ever let yourself think that. Warped? Definitely! So here she is home, as I peer down from upstairs, watching her as she's stepping from foot to foot outside the door I could have left unlocked but didn't. Again, she's not stupid, and looks up to where she guessed I'd be at the window. I smile and blow a kiss. She half laughs at me but then bends her knees, and presses her hands between her thighs, brow furrowed, pleading. I make a face and shrug, then point down and mouth "Just a minute!". Walking very slowly, slowly, slower, I approached the door. I could hear her whimpering even through the insulation. The neighbours never comment but sometimes they must puzzle about us. I open the door and stand blocking it. She's breathing and fidgeting. God she must be desperate as hell and I'm so horny now I could explode too. Awww ****, I can see her bladder bulging through her smart office clothes. Hell yeah! I love you woman! She hops a little and finally speaks... "Please?!" I reach out my arms for a hug and pucker my lips to kiss her. She gingerly complies as I hold her, then asks, "Can I come inside at least?" I can feel her bobbing with need and I do indeed pull her into the house and shut the door. One lovely thing about Stupidslut, she won't ever, EVER, make a break for the toilet without my permission. Oh sure, you've read her accounts of occasionally slipping some **** into a cup during the night, and I suppose she does. But essentially, she obeys and today is no exception. That she has to **** like two racehorses is obvious, as her body tenses and bobs and her breathing wobbles. The air around her feels desperate, even. But she stands there clenched up and waits for me as I close the door, she does not push towards the bathroom and again I marvel at her willpower and her desire to be perfect for me. What must it be to have to urinate so badly that every second exceeds one's willpower, and yet to be so disciplined that one still stands where required, staying in place, knowing that it is absolutely what must be in this relationship! She amazes me, my goddess. Not that I'll be gushing that poetry at her for now. No, this will be a lesson in obedience and torture. She will not take care of her needs ahead of mine. Seconds pass and how they must tick so slowly for her! Finally I break the silence where only her tense breathing could be heard (I know she wants to whine and moan and dance and grab herself, but she knows the rules and simply stands with legs slighly awkward, thighs close, bent a little, bobbing, lips set tight in an effort to suppress all those longing to be free noises. She can't breathe levelly, it's as if each breath presses on her bladder and she is only taking air because she simply must. I'll be looking at that today as well). I find myself smiling at her, remembering the time she DID make a break for it, almost beside herself with desperation, perhaps less well trained early in our relationship. I'd dragged her across the house by her ankles as she clawed at the carpet, like some scenario in a cartoon. As we struggled against each other, small jets of urine actually flew out from her ***** and earned her the spanking of a lifetime. She'd learned from this, though it also amused me to consider that she enjoys the punishments as much as anything else sometimes and that finding really unpleasant punishment for a girl like this wasn't easy. I still think that all of the sadism I've dished out so far has only fuelled her lust and I'm unsure what I could do that would turn her off. Doesn't stop me calling it punishment or from enjoying administering it as such. Now she stands, looking at me with the look I know so well, beside herself with pee need but totally obedient. I gently touch her hair, her face, and I kiss her again, more of a lover's kiss than before and she responds, but is finding it hard to regulate her breathing at the same time and to my delight struggles a bit needing more air. I'm in THAT mood, her straining to hold it and wriggling also from breathlessness is the perfect storm I need and I'm going to make it worse. I pull away and open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of fresh water and opening it. I thrust it at her - "Drink". She looks at me with an "Are you nuts?!" expression (maybe I am), but I say calmly: "It's hot, you're sweating., We agreed you need to hydrate more, take this and be happy!". The joy of watching a sexy girl put a bottle to her lips, knowing as she does that she IS thirsty, that she DID stop drinking at lunchtime, that even though she HAS to pee, ****, **** she MUST take in water... the torment and conflict written across her being as she sips the liquid. But she was clearly dying for a drink and she can't help herself. With absolutely nowhere left to store water later she still takes it in, slowly at first, then in several gulps. I am grinning and aroused. As she takes the bottle from her lips she pee dances on the spot. "Why are you doing that dance?" I ask innocently. "Because I really have to pee!" Then, hanging her head sheepishly she adds: "Master". Ah! So, no time to play coy and pretend she doesn't have to go, and have me discover it and all those other playful aspects we like to use. Nope. This time she's gone for the direct approach, not trying to hide what is so very evident, hoping that I'll just get on and do what I'm going to do so she can earn some relief, sweet blessed relief. I look her up and down, blindingly aware that she's frantic inside, ready to burst. It's okay, I can live with what I'm about to do because I know she'll also be wet with arousal. Does she know what is coming? Can she see I'm horny, that I'm hard? I know it shows, I'm trying to look calm, but... I decide to be as direct as she was. "No. You pee too often, don't hydrate enough - all in all you need better discipline! I'll bet your bladder isn't even full!" My Stupidslut gasps and looks at me with wide eyes. I don't know if she saw this game coming, but she ought to have! ""B-But..." she stammers and then just looks at me with a pained expression that sort of says "Can't you see I'm ******* bursting?", but she falls silent and simply bobs up and down, grunting a little. "Discipline!" I repeat, and reach down to feel her abdomen. She winces as I probe and, **** me, it feels like there's concrete in there! Solid. Bursting. Really, really bursting. "Empty!!" I declare, with sadistic glee. "Drink up!". I take the bottle and force it to her mouth, tipping it. She hesitates with the mouthful so I pinch her nose and she swallows. "Finish that bottle" I order and later on I'll see if your bladder actually has anything in it! I really don't know what your game is, it's like you lied to me at lunchtime about wanting to ****. You come home with a soft, empty bladder and make all this fuss about having to go pee! I'm really angry that you would try to trick me into thinking you were doing what I like. Somehow you must have gotten around the chastity belt... I'm really thinking you need some punishment tonight!". I rant on and Stupidslut looks anguished, worried. I think she's holding a good litre and a half in that "empty" bladder, but ****, I'm going to do my thing and tough! I lift her chin and smile down sweetly. "Tell you what", I reason. "If you're empty now, it's a good bet that in a couple of hours this water will give you 300 ml or so in your bladder! So - at around 8 I'll let you release some of that, maybe 200 ml, and the rest can stay in for training." She opens her mouth to protest and I break in quickly - "Look! Anyone can hold 150 ml of ****! Don't start whining! I mean it babe - DON'T!!" She looks agitated but fights to calm down. I can see her thinking, if she pleases me quickly she can ****. She just wants to ****. I know she'll be horny too but really she just wants to ****. Gotta ****. The body coming down to it's basic nature, animal, **** need. I continue: "You look very hot sweetie! I'll run you a bath and we'll go from there". I can see her groan inwardly. A bath! Jeez... I take her hand and lead her upstairs to the bathroom, probably a lot faster than a nearly exploding with **** girl should walk but that's how it is. I put the plug in the bath and turn on the taps. I kiss my Stupidslut and start peeling the clothes from her sexy sexy body. As I reveal her **** I have to gasp, they always get me so. Gorgeous! But I'm resolute in what I am doing, despite allowing my hands to slide over the flesh and enjoying her nipples hardening under my palms as I brush them. The chastity belt I leave for now. She's not getting in the bath yet! I check the temperature as the bath slowly fills as I need it bearable, not too hot. I smile at her and say: "You need obedience training. Kneel down next to the bath with your head over the side". She hesitates, she really does, but then starts to move. I take her hair and pull her downward, not too rough but enough to assert my control. As she reaches a kneel I can hear her gasp. Looking down I see her abdomen, the bowling ball of a bladder, compressed into her thighs. I push her head lower, just above the rising water. "I'm going to get you some wine to drink and some nice towels. Hold THIS position, do not raise your head whatsoever until I get back!". She knows what this means. I've not really made her hold her breath before, but I've told her of this desire I have. As I leave the room, she's inhaling as the rising water hits her face. I reckon she can go a minute to one thirty. In three minutes the water will be on the floor so I won't go too far. I really just want to confirm her obedience, that she'll try as hard as humanly possible even if I aren't watching. I've got the towels and wine in about fifty seconds. I walk very softly to the bathroom doorway and take a look. Stupislut's shoulders are shaking and there are little pulses in her ribs. She's dying to breathe I can see and I'll let her... in ten seconds or so. **** she is obedient! I can hear little moans in the throat and her hands are gripping and tapping at the bath panel. "Hold on sexy!" I think, "Just hold out for me..." As she starts to shake more violently I tap her shoulder and tell her to raise up. With a whoosh of an exhale and a gasp for new air, she rises. She looks flushed, though the warm water will do that anyway, and her things are scissoring as she kneels there. "Okay sweetness! In the bath eh!" I say and she gingerly complies, though with much trepidation as all this water, this moving is utter bladder torture for her. I stop her as her feet are in the water. "Oh! The belt! Best remove this! **** - where's that key?" She rolls her eyes but then catches my warning look. "Right, on your knees with your *** in the air. Keep the leather dry! Head down, right down into the water, and I'll get the key!". Stupidslut hesitates and just looks at me like she has no idea how to continue. "Do it!" I cry and I pull her hair till she drops forward in the bath. I place a hand under her poor abdomen and push up to keep her *** high. "Hold that position!" I bark. Then I tell her, "Deep breath, now head down!". She breathes in hard and goes under. I make rummaging noises in the wrong places for a time before picking up the key and returning. Whan I do, my **** is frothing desperately, her body a pulsing, spasming mess of pee and air desperation. For a moment I'm tempted to see what she'll do when she just can't wait any longer to breathe, but I decide to save that and I pull her head up, allowing her to frantically suck in fresh air. "Good good!" I praise her. "Good thing you aren't doing that full of ****!" I mock and she just looks downcast. I take the key and finally unlock her leather, pulling the chastity belt off her sweaty flesh. She sinks back into the water and I allow it, happy just to see up between her legs. She has a sensationally attractive *****. You'd think they're all the same, but some do just seem to please my eye more. Hers has all I could want from a *****. I told her once that if I had designed woman's parts I'd have come up with hers. She liked that and I swear I could look at her hole all day every day. And when a ***** is fighting a massive **** urge it looks so... There aren't easy words. The tension shows, it looks even more fuckable. Tight. I ramble but she captivates me. Watching her fight the needs of her body is endlessly pleasurable. Why breath play? I think it's similar to pee holding. The body must do certain things. Most of these can be delayed to some degree, for a certain amount of time depending on our abaility to override and ignore urges and discomforts. She must eat - she can endure hunger for hours or possibly days. She must pee - she can endure a full bladder for quite some hours. She must breath - she can fight that too, but the effect is much more compressed for a quick fix. I don't have to wait hours to get her struggling, it just takes a minute. As she lies there I can't resist running my hand up her thigh to her *****, which even in the water I can see is loose and wet with desire, despite her sphincter's desperate clench. As I reach her lips though she grabs herself, like a desperate child in the playground - "Oooh! Oooh!". I slap her hand away and she complies, but her legs are opening and closing. "Is the water too hot for your *****?" I ask, still pretending ignorance. She shakes her head, then whispers, "I know you don't believe me sir, but I'm really desperate to pee. I'm so bursting..." "Don't be stupid!" I tell her. "I checked you! Look, I'll check again!" - and with that I thrust two fingers into her ***** and curl them upwards into her inner bladder wall. **** gasps and cries out "Oh I must ****!!". "Bullshit!" I counter and press my other hand to the front of her abdomen, just over her landing *****, at the base of that mightily rounded bulge that I know is bladder and she knows I know! I press hard until I can feel the fingers inside. She cries out, "Please! I really am full, so so full master!". I release the pressure and scratch my head as if contemplating some scientific formula. "Hmmmm. Maybe there's a little bit of pee in there after all", I concede. "Not very much though. Not enough for you to really need the toilet like you say you do. This could be caused by dehydration, you know. Lack of water making your bladder irritated and feeling full when it isn't. Maybe if you drink another bottle and perform some obedience tests for me, you can pee some, as you seem convinced, wrongly, that you need to". "Please! Yes!". She grasps onto this lifeline. Anything. I pass her water. She drinks. "More!". She drinks. I catch her eyes on my bulge. "Yes", I acknowledge. "I'm turned on. You look good and even though your bladder is almost empty, it is bulging from phantom pee need. If you obey me and help me get off, you can have that silly little pee you seem set on". **** nods, eager to get on. "Play with yourself" I order. "Put your legs up on the sides and show me your *****, rub it, pull it, open it. Do it!" With a look of fire in her eyes, my desperate Stupidslut opens her legs wide, against all the urging in her tortured, solid, massive, churning bladder, and starts to give me a sex show, pulling her **** around for my pleasure. I unzip and start stroking, standing tall over the bath, watching her holding her **** while obscenely wanking her bursting ****. I have pressure of my own but I'm not ready quite yet. "Go under!" I hiss. "Put your head under, keep wanking yourself - and DO NOT SURFACE FOR AIR UNTIL I ***!". With fearful eyes, she inhales like there's no tomorrow and slips low into the bath until her face is under. Scared or not, I swear she rubs herself harder and I do the same to my ****. But it's always the struggle that finishes me. I am caught on the edge of ******* but it won't happen until she is desperate, strained. Time passes, I estimate a minute, and the look on her face suddenly changes. ****! I see it now, the urge in her lungs transfered to her expression, a sudden tension that, now it's started, will mercilessly hold her and strengthen until she... well, breathes or drowns I guess. I stroke, stroke, stroke myself. Not yet! She's looking desperate now, her lungs surely heaving beneath her amazing ******* and I arouse myself further by imagining the fire building in there, invisible, yet written onto her screwed up face. She wants air, needs air. ******* needs to breathe but she will not let herself breathe BECAUSE OF ME AND MY POWER! I look at her contorted face as her chest jerks and her hands blur in a frantic motion, half rubbing her *****, half holding it to keep her water in. Then, **** me, she presses on her bladder! All that torment and she presses it HERSELF! That's it. MY **** jerks and *** shoots into the water, to the top of her head, then floating over her face. She rises, screaming in ******, ***** on her as she surfaces through my white milk. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cries and we ride our own waves.... I have to sit, slump... Then I look at her, as she grabs herself urgently, desperate for a **** after orgasmic release. Finding my strength and my legs, I ease myself up and reach in the cupboard to find a jug. "You can fill this one, then pinch it off" I offer. My **** isn't soft. I could put it up her right now. I hand her the jug. It holds 200ml, and she looks horrified. She gets into a crouch and holds it under her twitching *****. Pee jets out instantly, thundering into the jug. She looks down, dismayed to see that it is almost full after mere seconds, her pee still at the full force of desperation. Groaning in agony she pinches it off and I climb into the bath. Bending her forward I slam my still ready **** right up her sexy hole, pee still trickling out of her. I thrust forward as she moans, "Can't hold it! Can't hold my ****!". I silence her by shoving her head into the water, as I **** hard against her bulbous, full, sexy, trained bladder. I love my Stupidslut! *** snap *** Ienjoy, Tentacool, Leaky Bunnie and 7 others 7 1 2 Quote Link to comment
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