Tellnoone 2,400 Posted November 10, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted November 10, 2022 (edited) Unfortunately, due to work and family situations, it only happens a few times a year that me and my partner S get the chance to spend a whole weekend together on our own. There´s so many things we´d like to do together. We could record music, plan an art exhibition, watch a ton of great movies, or go for a long hike in the wild nature. But what we always end up doing is to engage in our fetishes. We have one each. So we dress up and pee our pants, sometimes at home, sometimes in another town. You need to know what to prioritize. This weekend started with a four hour train ride, checking in at the hotel and some recovery. I had a stomach ache at first, while the stress slowly faded away. It gave room for excitement and tension. All those ideas I couldn´t really think of when I was in the middle of all that work stress started to steam. We lay on the bed and made some plans for the following day. This was going to be good. But first, our standard evening activity. Leave our jeans and hoodies on the floor, dress up in suits and go out. The three piece grey suit was my (or probably my partner´s) choice for the night. We had a drink at one bar, and then moved to another one. I hadn´t been to the bathroom for a while (of course) and was starting to feel signals from my bladder already in the first bar, but then it eased down. We had some great food at the second bar, a popular and cozy place, except for the bad music they played. When we were done there and went for a walk my bladder was well ready for some fun. We walked along the waterside, and I spurted a little bit into my pants every time we stopped to make out. Hard to say how desperate I actually was. I probably could have held it without too much effort, but I had no such self discipline. When we started to walk back to the hoteI I could feel that the wetness had soaked through my pants in the crotch, but S said that nothing showed. We stopped one last time to kiss before leaving the walking path and cross the street, and I took the chance to wet a little more. Just a little… One second, two seconds. I stopped when I felt the chilly trickles down my legs, almost reaching my shoes. We were almost at the hotel when S saw a sign of a grocery store and remembered that he needed something from there. To visit a store after having wet my grey suitpants hadn´t been a part of my plans for tonight, but I didn´t resist. S checked me up again from behind in the streetlights, and once again said he saw nothing, and I thought that if he, who was looking for it, didn´t see anything, then I was probably safe. But once inside the store he strolled behind me again, and… “hey… I think you should know that…” “Don´t tell me NOW that it shows…” “It does. Let´s just do this quickly.” There weren´t many people in the store, but it was still a bit stressful. I tried to act causal while at the same time trying not to turn my back against people. I´m not dead scared of being seen with a wet spot on my pants, but right when it happens, when I find myself in a situation I can´t really escape, I do feel nervous, and I definitely don´t want anyone to see. I don´t know if someone did this time. S claims it´s a good camouflage to be dressed up like that, because my whole appearance is what people are looking at… But I guess that depends on what kind of fetishist you are. On the way to our hotel room we didn´t meet any more people. S was now getting desperate to pee and said we´d better take the elevator. “As long as it doesn´t get stuck”, I said, “but then we both know the deal”. I have told him about this fantasy I have that if the two of us ever get stuck in an elevator while he´s desperate, I´ll happily let him pee in my pants instead of his own to save him from the embarrassment. We realized though that it wouldn´t have been such a brilliant idea in this elevator that had transparent walls, so maybe it was good that the elevator didn´t stop. Once in the room, while S rushed into the bathroom, I checked my behind in the mirror. There certainly was a darker shadow on my butt and crotch, but it wasn´t that bad really. The night ended like it should. A full pantswetting in the shower, sex, clean-up and bed. If that night was our normal “vanilla” thing, the next day would be more psychologically challenging and adventurous to us. A kinky relationship opens up for so many “first times”, and apparently we never run out of them. We took it slow and easy with the breakfast and morning routines, but then it was time to go out. S started to pick his outfit for the day, and then I said “well, I´d better be gearing up too”. But this time didn´t mean dressing up in his fetish gear, the shirt, tie and suit. Instead I nervously picked up a pull-up from my backpack. S smiled when he saw it. I had told him the day before that this was something I wanted to do with him, but Since I had never involved him in this exploration before I felt a bit insecure about it, but also excited. This would also be my first time wetting a diaper in public. Even if pantswetting has been my main interest, I´ve had some fantasies about diapers too. I have just needed some time to accept it and find out what it´s all about. I´m still in that process, I guess. I slipped into the diaper, and put on my underwear, showing S that it was hardly visible. Also with tight jeans on, this thin pull-up didn´t show as my jeans were still a bit baggy in the crotch. We took the bus to a shopping mall with secondhand stores just outside the town, and there we looked around, found some stuff to buy, and had a coffee. I didn´t need to pee yet, but just wearing the diaper all this time, feeling it, knowing I could pee anytime I wanted to, was such a comfy feeling. And to know that my partner knew I was wearing it. We were both in that kind of nice and slow fetish buzz, as if we had taken the same drug. When I first started trying diapers I expected them to give me the same feelings that I get from omo play (and tended to be disappointed), but that isn´t really fair. With omo, especially in public, so much is about planning how to get away with it, the nervousness about getting the timing right, measuring the desperation level, the imagined humiliation, the inconvenience of the wet pants and feeling them against my skin. I love that. But wearing a diaper is like the opposite of all this, and I have realized it gives me an experience that I don´t get during omo play. Something more chill, slow and relaxed without all that focus on exactly when, how and where those seconds of peeing will take place. It´s interesting, still a bit of a conflict for me, and I love my partner for being so sweet and supportive about something that has been tricky for me to be honest about, even with him. We left that place to go to a shopping centre at another bus stop, but the rain started pouring down, and the stores weren´t the ones we expected, so we just got back up on the bus without even leaving the bus stop. Even with this fail we were just happy. I could feel a slight need to pee, but the desperation took it´s time to grow, and I felt no restlessness about it. Back in town we went to a couple of other clothing stores, and now I was ready. I started intentionally leaking, in the middle of the store with lots of people around. A little bit every time we stopped to look at something. And a little bit more. S found himself a two piece suit that he wanted to try, and we went to the fitting room. While S tried it on and was happy to see it was a perfect fit for a great price, I was standing there wetting myself in slow spurts, feeling the heat pool around me before it got absorbed by the pull-up. It was nice to do it slowly and a little bit at a time, but I didn´t really need to be that careful. In case of a diaper leak, I had jeans with great absorbance, and I had a long rain coat that would cover the patch. This was a wetting with 0 % risk taking. We made one last stop at the pharmacy and I peed some more at the checkout. Then we went back to the hotel room. The diaper had swelled quite a lot of course, but it hadn´t leaked a drop. Even the seams of my underwear were still dry. And now that I had the chance to put my hands inside my pants I realised I was horny as hell. Perfect. I decided to save this tension for our next adventure, and we just took a shower. If you´re familiar with BDSM-terms and hear the word “switch” you probably think about switching between the dominant and submissive positions, but when me and my partner first started talking about doing switch scenarios long ago, we had something different on our mind. Our plan was to switch fetishes. This means in one of the scenarios I would be the suit fetishist instead of my partner, and in the other one he´d be the omo-lover instead of me. A serious and intimate role play, as a way of changing the dynamics and getting to know each other even better. We have already spent so much time inviting each other into what turns us on, talking for hours and joining in the practice, finding our own ways of liking it. Now ready for the next step, this isn´t supposed to be just one scenario, but many. Today we were going to make the first try. In scenario A, my boyfriend was invited to a wedding with a strict dress code, and since he wasn´t used to dressing up he had borrowed some clothes from his brother. Me, his girlfriend and secretly a suit fetishist, had offered him some help, all excited about it of course, but trying not to let it show. Carefully and a little hesitant I picked an outfit for him. The black pants. The blue shirt. I helped him with the buttons. I picked a vest for him and a matching tie. And then as I slowly succeeded to do a nice necktie knot, everything got even more intense. All that pent up sexual energy from my earlier wetting adventure was combined with the many memories of my partner starting to shake in front of me with his full focus on me and my clothes. The fire within me found it´s right direction and the switch was complete. The desire and attraction was so big I had goose bumps on my arms. And it couldn´t be hidden, of course. My scenario partner didn´t fully understand what was going on with me, but he liked to see me like that and responded to it. While we took some photos and had him try another outfit, the tension just kept growing between us, leading us straight to the bed, where we fucked, as a great and inevitable ending to our first and very successful switch scenario. Sobering up after sex we realised we were really hungry so we made ourselves ready for our night out, now both of us dressing up. The dinner at the eritrean restaurant was fantastic, and the drinks we had at the first bar too. In the second bar they made them all too sweet, but I didn´t care much about the taste of my drink because I hadn´t been to the bathroom all night, had been a bit desperate already on the walk between the bars, and now I was all excited and ready for Switch scenario B. An omo-lover in the closet having his dreams come true as his girlfriend is having an accident… Almost too much of an omo-cliché. We all know which website that inspiration comes from. What I was going to do to stage this accident, I had done before, and I knew it would work out just fine, but I was still a bit nervous. When our drinks were almost finished I complained about being more desperate than I thought, and went to the bathroom in the back of the pub. I locked the door. I sat down on the toilet. I peed. Everything good, except for the little detail that I didn´t take my pants off. I just peed right through them. It felt weird to hear the sound of my pee stream hit the water while at the same time my underwear became warm and wet, but the relief was nice. Once finished peeing I stayed seated to let the last drops fall. I was standing up a bit too early and could feel some pee that hadn´t yet made it through the fabric drip down the inside of my legs. A few drops landed on my shoes and the floor, and I wiped them off, and tried to see in the mirror if something showed on my pants. As always my black suit pants didn´t let me down. Nothing seemed to show. But still it was a big rush to unlock the door to let someone else in, and then make my way through the crowded bar, after having peed a full bladder into my pants. Now it was playtime, Switch scenario B had started. “Let´s go now” I told my partner. “Are we going already? Alright.” he said, and we left, while I tried to compose myself, knowing I was way too shiny with excitement for the character I was supposed to play, someone who just had an embarrassing accident that didn´t turn her on at all. Out on the street my boyfriend was confused. “What´s wrong? I thought we were gonna stay out all night” “Sorry… But I kind of messed things up a bit…” “What do you mean?” “ Have you ever had that experience… You know, when you really need to pee and then you finally get to a bathroom and it´s getting hard to hold it just because you´re so close?” “Yeah, of course…” “Well, it happened. I got wet. I need to change.” “What? Did you wet yourself?” He looked almost chocked. “Just a little, but…” “Go ahead, let me see…” He went behind to see if something was visible. Then he asked me again what exactly happened. I waited until the people passing by were further away and then I explained that the only bathroom was occupied, and I had been squirming a bit outside the door. Then it opened and I had rushed inside and was just about to pull my pants down when I realized I couldn´t because I was wearing suspenders that I would have to get off first, and in that moment the pee just started coming. I managed to stop the flow so that I could finally get my pants down to pee the rest, but some damage was already done to my pants. My boyfriend listened to my story with big interest. I had decided that my own character would be one that was outspoken and not particularly humiliated by this event. A bit embarrassed but laughing it off. And also confused when suddenly in the hotel room my boyfriend asked if he could feel with his hand how wet I was. “You don´t have to… well, alright…” He touched the wet fabric in my crotch and now it was obvious something was going on with him… He was way too excited. I took my pants off and showed him my light blue panties. There was a huge soaked patch reaching from the front and almost all way up my ass to the back. “Oh my god, you´ve wet yourself a lot!” he said, and couldn´t get his eyes off my underwear. Not his hands either. “You know this is pee, and not lubrication, right?”, I smiled. “Yes. I´m sorry you had an accident, and this might seem weird, but… I find this really hot”, he admitted. He started to explain, that this was a thing he had often been fantasizing about, but never had the courage to talk about. I asked him a few questions and he replied. I was surprised and puzzled about this whole situation, but not put off. “If this can make you happy, well then at least it was good for something…” I said, amused by the look of his face. He was hypnotized by my wet underwear. When he started touching me I allowed my character to become just as turned on as I was myself. We put some protection on the bed so that I could lie down and he continued his hand work while I had my wet panties still on, until I climaxed. Then I begged him to cum over my body, and he did. It was a fantastic experience to step out of my fetish and hand it over to my partner. To have him admiring my wet accident, to see and feel his desire. So much acknowledgement in this. What a gift. We fell asleep in each other´s arms with hearts full of love. Next day we went to a couple of museums before taking the train ride home. Then we had at least a couple of things to talk about if someone asked what we did last weekend. Edited November 10, 2022 by Tellnoone (see edit history) scinosensation, Bismiris, Herr S and 18 others 16 2 3 Quote Link to comment
Dakota1 70 Posted November 12, 2022 Share Posted November 12, 2022 Excellent story, very well written! It must have been really exciting walking back through the pub after you peed through your black pants knowing what you did. I love the excitement wetting my pants while on a night walk when my spouse and I are away. Walking back wondering who I will encounter before I reach the privacy of our room to change. It makes looking forward to vacation extra exciting since I plan an evening of getting desperate then wetting myself somewhere in a public place when no one is looking. Tellnoone 1 Quote Link to comment
pftish 174 Posted November 12, 2022 Share Posted November 12, 2022 I really love how you two play with your fetishes, and I love reading about it, I can see it happen in my mind.. lovely, you describe it so well 😋 Tellnoone 1 Quote Link to comment
squirmandglow 61 Posted November 12, 2022 Share Posted November 12, 2022 I love this! Thanks for sharing. Tellnoone 1 Quote Link to comment
wetskipants 840 Posted November 13, 2022 Share Posted November 13, 2022 Great tale ... what an excellent idea switching fetishes. Must amplify your own when you can share like that. Tellnoone 1 Quote Link to comment
Tellnoone 2,400 Posted November 13, 2022 Author Share Posted November 13, 2022 On 11/12/2022 at 4:52 AM, Dakota1 said: Excellent story, very well written! It must have been really exciting walking back through the pub after you peed through your black pants knowing what you did. I love the excitement wetting my pants while on a night walk when my spouse and I are away. Walking back wondering who I will encounter before I reach the privacy of our room to change. It makes looking forward to vacation extra exciting since I plan an evening of getting desperate then wetting myself somewhere in a public place when no one is looking. Thanks! Yeah, it takes some guts to trust that you´ll get away with it, and once you´re wet there´s no return, you just have to pull through with it. I´m glad to hear I´m not the only one with this vacation routine of a wet night out. Do you involve your spouse in it? Helena and wetskipants 2 Quote Link to comment
Tellnoone 2,400 Posted November 13, 2022 Author Share Posted November 13, 2022 (edited) On 11/12/2022 at 11:58 AM, pftish said: I really love how you two play with your fetishes, and I love reading about it, I can see it happen in my mind.. lovely, you describe it so well 😋 22 hours ago, wetskipants said: Great tale ... what an excellent idea switching fetishes. Must amplify your own when you can share like that. Thanks! Glad you liked it. I wasn´t sure I could decribe this fetish switch thing in a way that others could understand what it was really all about and what we wanted to achieve from it. But you seem to get it. Both experiences were really cool, and there are much more things to do there. I look forward to discover that my "boyfriend" doesn´t only like to see women wet, but also does it himself. And me being introduced to deliberately wetting for the first time in my life will be fun too... Edited November 13, 2022 by Tellnoone (see edit history) talks2much and wetskipants 2 Quote Link to comment
Dakota1 70 Posted November 14, 2022 Share Posted November 14, 2022 4 hours ago, Tellnoone said: Thanks! Yeah, it takes some guts to trust that you´ll get away with it, and once you´re wet there´s no return, you just have to pull through with it. I´m glad to hear I´m not the only one with this vacation routine of a wet night out. Do you involve your spouse in it? My spouse is supportive of my need to wet my pants however she does not wet herself and does not accompany me when I go out to let go. We communicate via phone or text when I go for my evening walk after doing a hold for 2-3 hours. She knows when I am walking looking for just the right place, when I pee and when I am heading back to our room. I bought a new pair of Teva sandals on the first day of our trip since the weather was rain all day and we went shopping. She didn’t like the color I picked but with a smile said, “I am guessing you are not concerned about the style rather how well they will confirm to your feet after they are soaked.”. I like to let my pee run over and soak my feet when I have my accident. I am always looking for a pair of sandals or something waterproof which will be comfortable and secure on my walk back. She does take part in the spandex shorts I pick, footwear, color of garments so they do not show to anyone. It is fun to do this together. I like to wet on my own since it is not her thing to watch what happens. She does see me when I return completely soaked and is ok with that part. She never rushes me when I go for a night walk when I just have to go since I am desperate. Encourages me to take my time and enjoy since she knows I like to walk, not miles, but enough distance that I could not make it back to use the bathroom I just have to go through my pants. I was upfront at the very beginning of our relationship more than 2 decades ago I enjoy peeing my pants and I needed to be 100% sure she was ok with it. On our fall trip in October I wet 3 nights. I do not let this dominate our time together when away, I think it is a compromise that on a couple (ok maybe a few) evenings I am out for about 30 minutes to let the flood building inside me out. We talk and enjoy our evening while I drink and hold. Tellnoone and Helena 1 1 Quote Link to comment
Helena 550 Posted November 16, 2022 Share Posted November 16, 2022 On 11/14/2022 at 4:19 AM, Dakota1 said: My spouse is supportive of my need to wet my pants however she does not wet herself and does not accompany me when I go out to let go. Thank you for this story! I’m so happy to hear about couples that are supportive to one other. My husband is also supportive, but in a more quiet way. He knows when I have wet myself, my pants or my bed, and he is fine with it. Sometimes he comments, but mostly just smile and kiss me. He has no interest to partisipate. Of course I would have liked that, but I’m still very thankful to my husband that I’m allowed to be me all the way! Tellnoone, farseladosso and moiamigo 2 1 Quote Link to comment
Dakota1 70 Posted November 16, 2022 Share Posted November 16, 2022 3 hours ago, Helena said: Thank you for this story! I’m so happy to hear about couples that are supportive to one other. My husband is also supportive, but in a more quiet way. He knows when I have wet myself, my pants or my bed, and he is fine with it. Sometimes he comments, but mostly just smile and kiss me. He has no interest to partisipate. Of course I would have liked that, but I’m still very thankful to my husband that I’m allowed to be me all the way! Your welcome! I enjoyed writing it. I have only told a few intimate partners and very close female friends in my lifetime during the 80s and 90s until I met my spouse. All were ok if I peed my pants although none had ever been asked to wet themselves or found it something they think about like everyone on this site. Two had wetting accidents when they were younger but way old enough they were expected to use the bathroom. It was awesome to hear their stories. They also allowed me to watch while they wet themselves a couple times in private, I will post the stories at some point when I have time to write all the details. The first woman I had a serious relationship with and another close friend said wetting their pants would only happen for the man they choose to marry. They considered it a very personal act and would only do it for someone committed. So I think it is possible to find a supportive spouse who is ok with their partner wetting themselves at times. Helena and Tellnoone 2 Quote Link to comment
Tellnoone 2,400 Posted November 21, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 21, 2022 @Dakota1 and @Helena, Thanks for sharing! It´s always heartwarming to hear about relationships where you´re fully allowed to be you. I know I´m a very lucky bastard having a partner who joins in and enjoys my fetish to such a big extent, but as much as I love that, I can tell you it´s not what´s most important. The acceptance is what matters. Knowing that someone loves you just the way you are. I have one strong memory from our 4:th date when I had first opened up about my fetish to him. I was about to leave and felt fine but also a bit shaky about everything, with my head spinning from what I had just revealed. Then he kissed me goodbye in the hallway looked me in the eye with warmth, and said “I like you”. It meant so much to me right then. It´s all those acknowledgements that matters. A heart emoji in return after having sent a text message about needing to do laundry. The way he knows what´s on my mind and shows with a smile that he´s ok with it. And one thing we often talk about is, how our sexualities are our own, and it´s important to give each other space for solosexuality. If we lived together and had all the time in the world, I would still need to have my own adventures sometimes, and that´s perfectly fine. That´s also an advantage of being a fetishist. You’re not dependent on another person. nappypants, scinosensation, Dakota1 and 8 others 9 2 Quote Link to comment
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