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  1. I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  2. Yes the title is uncreative but whatever your objection is invalid. OK, so why the fuck are there absolutely no Pirates of the Caribbean omo stories out there, at all!? Seriously what is wrong with some people...I am rectifying that right here, right now! The first POTC omorashi story EVER (at least the first one made public, I don't know what people have written and kept to themselves). I am makin' history, dudes. It takes place during the second film, and as requested by LucyVersion2.0, there will be slash. Anyways, on with the first part. - "Lord Beckett. The prisoner as ordered, sir." The Port Royal guard addressed his Cutler as he escorted Will Turner into the headquarters. Will was understandably agitated; he was supposed to be having a wedding today, and yet this whole legal thing with Jack Sparrow had to come up. "It's Captain Jack Sparrow," Will heard that annoying voice in his head and saw that satisfied smirk. He blinked a couple of times to shake himself out of it. Now was not the time to think about that pirate idiot who had gotten him and Elizabeth into this mess. Granted, had it not been for that pirate adventure Will and Elizabeth may not have bonded as much as they did, but that wasn't important right now. Cutler Beckett gestured toward the manacles the guards had put Will in when all this had started. "That won't be necessary," he said. So, the guard removed them as Beckett poured some liquor into a glass. For some reason, this action made Will feel slightly uncomfortable, though he couldn't quite place why. He didn't have much time to ponder it though, as Beckett had started to discuss the current issue. "The East India Trading Company has need of your services. We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend: Captain Sparrow." Friend? Ha. As if. That dude was more annoying than fucking Barbossa, and that was saying something. "More acquaintance than friend," Will concluded out loud. "How do you know him?" "We've had dealings in the past," Beckett answered. "And we've each left our mark...on the other." Mark? "What mark did he leave on you?" "By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set free. I would like you to go to him, and recover a certain property in his possession." "Recover. At the point of a sword?" "Bargain!" Beckett answered as a walked over to a table with a wooden box on it. Opening it, he continued. "Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England." Really? First of all, Will was annoyed beyond belief that he had to go talk to Jack again, after being 90% sure he was done with seeing that guy. And secondly, things were probably not going to go the way Beckett expected. "Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free," he said. "Freedom. Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank pages of the map filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish. Not unlike you, Mister Turner. You and your fiancee face the hangman's noose." "So you get Jack and the Black Pearl." "The Black Pearl?" "The property you want that he possesses." "A ship? Hardly. The item in question's considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass. Ah, you know it. Bring back that Compass, or there's no deal." Beckett sipped on his liquor, again giving Will that strange discomfort he felt earlier. - Will had decided that before leaving, he should find Elizabeth in the prison she was being kept in and fill her in on the deal he made with Beckett. After doing so and promising he would marry her upon returning, he set off for Tortuga to find Jack. Ugh, this was not fun. And things were made even less fun when Will realized too late that the weird feeling he had earlier was because he had to pee. But by this point he was already a few miles out of port, so he saw little point in turning back. Besides, he had the world's shyest bladder, so he wasn't in the mood for using any public bathroom. He decided he'd wait till he got home...or something like that. Upon reaching Tortuga, Will encountered a group of people who were happy to answer about Jack. "Captain Jack Sparrow? Owes me four doubloons. Heard he was dead," a sailor responded. "Singapore. That's what I heard," a fisherman added. "Drunk with a smile on his face. Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow...will turn up in Singapore." "Jack Sparrow!" a blonde girl by the name of Giselle explained. "I haven't seen him in a month," said her redhead friend Scarlett. "When you find him, will you give him a message?" Giselle asked Will before slapping his face. The impact jarred his bladder slightly so he took a couple steps to calm it down before consulting a shrimper on the dock, who was mending nets for his next catch. "Cannot say about Jack Sparrow. But dere's a island, just south of de straits, where I trade spice for...mmm...delicious long pork. Cannot say about Jack. But you find a ship dere. A ship wit' black sails." From there the two set off for Cannibal Island, the supposed location of Jack's Black Pearl. By this point, Will was becoming more aggravated by being constantly surrounded by water, but he wasn't terribly desperate yet, so it wasn't too big of a deal. He just had to tap his foot casually on the ride there, nothing more. "My brother will take you ashore," the shrimper explained, and said brother started to row Will toward the shore of the island, only to suddenly stop. "What's wrong?" Will asked him. The beach is right there." "Ne bougeais pas, c'est trop dangereux," the shrimper's brother answered. "What?" Will had never learned French. He was a poor blacksmith, after all. "Je ne peux, c'est trop dangereux, j'avais le dit. Bon voyage, monsieur." This left Will to have to swim ashore himself. Aargh, this was not ideal right now. His strokes grew rather awkward as he had to cross his legs underwater. After what felt like an eternity, he reached the shore of the damned island and climbed up onto the beach by the Black Pearl. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and shifted slightly to stave off the urge to piss. Once he felt more comfortable, he called for Jack, and his crew, only to not receive any answers. He wandered into the nearby jungle to look for him, only to find Cotton's parrot flying onto a stump. "Ah! A familiar face!" Sure, it was a parrot, but that was better than nothing. "Rawk! Don't eat me!" the bird replied. What? Where'd it get that? "I'm not gonna eat you," Will told it. But the bird persisted; "Don't eat me! No! Don't eat me! Akkk!" Will continued searching, and after a while, found Gibbs' canteen trailing a long string. He followed it to a tree, and was suddenly ambushed by cannibals, and left hanging upside-down from a rope. Definitely not the best position to be in for his current situation, he noticed in annoyance. Luckily, he was able to fend off the cannibals with his sword before one of them shot a dart into his neck, knocking him out. - And I think here is a good place to end it for now. Not too much from this part, but the next bit is going to start deviating from the original story a bit more. I mean, I kind of have to, the whole omorashi thing isn't canon to the actual movie Let me know if you have any suggestions for either this particular story, or more stories to come. I'm starting to fulfill really old requests that I kinda forgot about, lol. But yes, feedback would be nice. See you dudes later.
  3. Hey all! So as you may know I am still in high school and today, I had a fun experience in my gym class. So I drank a lot last night, just because I was thirsty, so today throughout the morning I have had to pee. But interestingly enough, although I have to pee a lot and when I do use the restroom I pee a lot, my urges are t very strong. They're just always there. Anyway when I got to gym class, I had to pee, but not very badly. So after changing into my black basketball shorts, I went to the bathroom stall and relaxed, honoring to pee just a tad into my pants. However, although it was hard to keep a streak going, I just kept peeing. After like 30 secs I stopped and put some toilet paper in my pants. I peed for another 2 mins before I was empty. My pants were very wet and my I does were absolutely drenched. I spent the remainder of the period in very wet shorts hooding no one realized they were and it was quite exilerating. I also left the class at one point to do some more as I had to pee again FInally at the end of the class, I went to change, but my inderwear were too wet. So I went back to the stall and took off my underwea and put in y pants commando. And the put my wet underwear in a pocket of my bag. Thats all, have a good day! -Ben
  4. Today I’m engaging in an exhilarating, wet weekend day, thanks to dares from @MaggieZStar, @Rukako and @Brotaku who gave me a few dares to celebrate my reaching 500 posts on Omo.org (dares post over here: https://omorashi.org/topic/36700-500th-post-dares-everyone-welcome/ ) I decided to combine these first few dares into one day, as they slotted together rather nicely. Rules are as follows – I’m not allowed to use the bathroom except at midday and 6pm, any other time I need to go I have to wet myself, then I’ve got to get desperate and leave the house for at least an hour and a half, and I have to walk through the park while desperate and keeping hydrated… Based on those rules I decided to Hold in the morning and Wet in the afternoon, to give it even more variety... Oh, and FYI I’m splitting the day into several posts so I can give a full account, I’ve been writing it up as I go along to make sure I get all the details down… Emerging into consciousness at about 9am, in my sleep deprived state I almost lost the dare from the off – just as I’m relaxing into my morning pee I remembered the rules and had to cut off the stream – only letting the tiniest of spurts escape. Still, it took me a few seconds of curled toes, watery eyes and tingly muscle clenching to settle back down again (but boy do I love that feeling!) I should mention that I stayed in pyjamas most of the morning - light grey thin cotton trousers which REALLY show if I pee in them, and a dark T-shirt. After that I got stuck into some housework, drinking in moderation as I didn’t want to wet myself before noon. Now I very rarely forego my morning ablutions so it was quite the novel experience, and I have to say that desperation seems to really focus my efforts at tidying. I got my bedroom all tidied away in record time, washing hung out (the sound of the machine emptying water from the second load really made me squirm though!) and got the rubbish and recycling out to the big bins. That was when I made the mistake of putting on a pair of trousers to go outside though – the tight belt definitely upped the pressure and I’d been getting increasingly squirmy through each of my chores. By the time I was doing the bins (around 11:30) I must have been at about an 8/10 and couldn’t stand still, my legs were getting a little trembly, but I wanted to push myself more so I decided to stop for a cigarette out the front of the flat. I was lucky that only a few people went by in that time, but I was finding it really hard not to squirm and I’m pretty sure I caught one or two furtive glances in my direction (although I was trying to be nonchalant and ignore them!) With a quarter of an hour to go until I could use the loo, things were gettin' REAL squirrely, and since I’d run out of things I could do in the time without bending down (and was pretty damn sure that doing so would totally break me!), I was left with nothing but my bursting bladder to concentrate on. I tend to get desperate pretty quickly once it starts, so the longer I had to wait the more torturous it became and since I couldn’t stand still I ended up pacing my room trying to distract myself with some music, or reorganising my cupboards, or really just hopping around my room poking at stuff to try and convince myself I was busy! With 5 minutes to go I started to lose it – with little spurts escaping every 10 seconds or so and fighting to regain control – and I was squeezing my legs together and kept having to bend my knees and bounce around to try and stem the flow. I pee-danced my way towards the loo, keeping a close eye on my watch (which incidentally is one of those synchronised to the atomic clock so doesn’t let me get away with even a few seconds leeway!) and finally, just as I thought I’d have to call it quits it beeps to tell me it’s midday and MY GOD I just peed an absolute TORRENT!! I swear the neighbours must have thought I’d installed an indoor water feature or something! But the relief was absolutely divine, physically and mentally I was in ecstasy for about 60 seconds’ worth of mind-numbing emotion and sensation, after which I was totally spent! (I’m sure a lot of you know the feeling! ) I had to spend the next 5 minutes chilling out on the sofa, it was that good! I started writing up my morning’s exploits ready to post, but holding that long had my bladder working overtime so things escalated as I was typing – but I’ll save that for the next post!! Hopefully some of you guys will have enjoyed this, and do let me know if I can improve my style etc, as I don’t often write up my experiences!!
  5. Hi! I draw this from RidiculusRaven's story (cf. Title). It's a Harry Potter fanfic. It was really hard to draw him without his glasses. tried to draw as mich details as I could. And it's a colored drawing! Enjoy! I
  6. Hello again. Here is my second video that I have shared on this wonderful site. I hope you enjoy it. :) @Dunney I am still keeping your request in mind; hopefully I can attempt it for my next video. Reeve - Skinny Jeans.mp4 Reeve - Skinny Jeans (Phone version).wmv If you missed my first video, please check it out here; https://omorashi.org/topic/36374-bedwetting-in-grey-boxer-briefs/
  7. [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  8. Last night's bedwetting was not quite as expected. I hadn't wet much during the day- 2 or 3 times, no more, and there was no pressure on my bladder as bedtime approached. It was a different story when I stood up to go to bed. My bladder woke up, realised there was some pee in it and started dribbling it down my leg. I had to move quickly. I stripped fast, drank a hasty glass of water and dived into bed with piss running down my legs in a good trickle. Then I let go. I thought that would be it, but I woke about 5 am and peed again, then went back to sleep. It happened again later, and again about 8-ish. I enjoyed lying in it for a while, dozing fitfully, then thought it must be about 9 o'clock and I should get up. I looked at the clock. Darn near 11 am! I skipped the customary splashabout and hastily got out of bed and got the clean-up started. It doesn't take long- I've got it down to a fairly fine art. I was soaked again, from head to foot. I'll wet again tonight, and if I wake up late, too bad. I've got several nights coming up when I'll have to be dry, so I'm enjoying the ones when I can be wet.
  9. Wow...... i dont know where to begin, a night that started good, then had some issues, but got amazing again in the end. Hope you enjoy! So it started off with my step dad saying he was staying with a friend in the next town over and he wouldnt be back by morning. This made me super excited and i texted my man. Me: Hey, Step dad leaving and not coming back till tomorrow, wanna do a hold tonight together? Babe: Yea! My brother isnt coming home until tomorrow morning, I'd love to. So went and peed before we started skyping, it was gonna be a few hours before we could skype. I picked out some panties to wear for the wetting so i found an old pair from when i was 5. They are blue and have little elephants on them and were super tight against me. i know i have a larger bladder than most people do so i started holding early.. bad idea. We get on skype and we start talking about random things like always and watching some comedy gamers on youtube. We are both laughing and im drinking more and more water. 7:30 hits i have to pee bad. He tells me to go since itll be a few hours anyway and i can refill. So i go then come back and we continue, i start drinking more water. Two hours passi and im squirming like crazy, trying to find a comfortable position, i cant, so i get up and pee again. 10:30 hits and i have been refilling again, and now im crossing my legs and moving constantly. My man is watching the entire time loving it. Everytime we laughed while watching videos i had to pee more. I told him i dont think i can hold it for two more hours. He told me based on how much water im drinking ill refill in no time. So i went and peed again As soon as i got back i felt the urge to go again but instead i refilled again, slower this time. All of a sudden my intense amount of holding that i wasnt used to was taking a toll and i started having gas pain. Its 11:30 and we are preparing at midnight. My man looking concern of how much pain im in since he has never seen this before. "Babe are you ok? This isnt normal, go do something about it, i dont want you in pain". I nodded and went to the bathroom to see if maybe i just had to go the second one, but instead it was begging me to pee. I sat down and peed, but made sure not to empty completely. I felt so much better! As i got back i started refilling again. Soon it was midnight and he prepared his bed for the wetting and got changed in his briefs (which my god he looks hot as hell in!) My bladder was already refilling quickly. The pain came back and was agonizing but i didnt let go. I was gonna pee with my man. He didnt drink as much water as i did and get depserate in time. I was laying on my back fanning my legs, which helped for a bit, then nothing could. I began pressing down on my underwear to keep it all in, getting largge urges to just let it out. He wasnt as depserate as me but said soon he would be with the amount he drank. 10 minutes later nothing. I was near tears desperate which i havent been in years. I asked him if there was any way to speed it up because i just couldnt keep it going much longer. He tried but soon i was at my limit. All i wanted to do was pee, and i was gonna pee now! "Babe i cant, i cant anymore, it hurts so badly, i cant take it anymore the pain is going to my sides i gotta pee!" He looked concerned which was sweet "Ok then lets go now, i dont want you in pain sweetie, just get in position and we'll let go ok?" I nodded. I got into position, i had set up two trashbags under me taped together since they were small. I spread my legs wide and so did he. "You ready baby? Let go?" I nodded "Yeaa i cant hold it" I usually tense up since my body knows it isnt the toilet, but in this case that didnt happen. A wet spot formed quickly on my panties and i laid back and moaned at the top of my lungs. A large wet spot grew under me faster and faster. He began to let go, slowly turning his briefs clear and sitting in his own puddle. I melted and sat in my glorious puddle and was so happy and shocked. "Do you feel better baby? He asked. I moaned in response "Mhmmmm ohhh baby its so warm!" I said with a smile and cupped my puddle and dripped it on my legs and my panties. He was so happy to see me enjoying it and did the same. Now for something i didnt want to find out. I checked one side and felt under the trash bags and felt it was dry. I felt on the other side and my heart dropped..... it was wet...."Babe whats wrong?" I got up as quick as possible and threw off the sheet and looks under the bag..."It didnt work...." i said close to tears. His tone changed "What?! How?! Thats impossible" i told him they were two trashbags taped together and i guess i didnt tape them well. "Ohhhhh baby im so sorry...." It soaked my matress heating pad, which i didnt know how to fix. The matress was fine, and he sighed in relief of that. He asked me if he should clean up because i had to clean mine asap, i told him he could do what he wants since i know he still was filling. We both cleaned up, i was having trouble with things and began screaming in anger and crying softly. He didnt say a word but i knew he was there. I took him into the laundry room where i began to scrub the heating pad. "Baby i know i seem mad but im ok, i promise" he nodded "If you say so sweetie, im just concerned for you" i couldnt help but smile. "Babe im not worried anymore, i cleaned this and the matress is fine, there are no problems no more, i just panicked, and now i dont even regret getting this wet, im still in the mood, the mood isnt ruined, i havent wet my bed in 11 years and it felt amazing, and im so happy i did it with you" He smiled at me and went awww. I cleaned everything, i was butt ass naked and went to reset my bed up. My matress was a little damp but i was able to clean it. He smiled "I got the best view in the world" he said. I smiled. Once the bed was set back up i sat down and looked at him. We both blushed and smiled at each other, my heart was pumping a mile a minute. "Babe it was so worth it, i never felt that good before and im so happy i got to do it with you" He smiled "It was amazing with you too baby" We both sat there lost for words "I want you here, holding you in my arms and kissing you" he said. "I love you" "i love you too baby" I got a tingle between my legs "You wanna have some fun?" We got set up, both naked and went to town. I was moaning louder then ever. "You have no idea how bad i want you baby" i moaned. "I want you sitting right here, as i shove my cock in your pussy, facing me and kissing you" i moaned loudly as he said this. "I cant believe i peed the bed, making a large puddle and wetting my panties" He moaned "You are such a bad girl". "I cant help it baby i couldnt hold it no more, i had to pee, im such a naughty bad girl" "Yes yes you are such a bad girl, wetting your panties like that". I moaned louder "Am i your bad little girl baby?" I ask innocently. "Yes you are MY bad little girl, if you were sitting right here id give you a spank". I moaned louder and rubbed my pussy faster and faster, seeing him stroke his cock faster and harder."Baby i love you so much" i said softy. "I love you too baby" I grabbed another vibrator and rubbed it between my pussy and smiled "I bet you want this to be you dont you? Pushing deep inside of me, feeling how wet and tight my pussy is?" "Mmmmm i wanna push my big cock deep inside of you, it would feel amazing" I gasp and moan louder, pushing the vibrator deep inside of me "Yess baby fill me, i can feel you pushing deep inside of me, the tip is hitting my bladder, i gotta go potty again". He moaned louder and stroked himself faster "I can feel it sweetie, it feels so good! Im never gonna stop" I had to pee again very badly as i rubbed myself "Mmmm baby if i was there, bouncing on your cock, id just let go and pee all over your cock". He groaned in delight "Mmmm such a naughty girl, that would feel so good". I go faster and faster, gasping, pushing it in and out of me faster. "Yea baby thats it faster, pound my pussy faster!" I start moaning louder and louder than ever, almost screaming. "Yessss baby im never gonna stop! Can you feel it? It feels so good!" I felt my orgasm coming closer and closer "Ohhhh baby im getting close, dont stop dont stop im gonna cum!" I gasped and moaned louder, practically screaming "Ohhhhh fuck BABY IM CUMMING, IM GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK!!!" I gasped as my hips rose. " MMMMM YES BABY IM GONNA CUM DEEP INSIDE OF YOUR PUSSY!" He yelped back at me."CUM BABY CUM DEEP INSIDE ME OHHHHHH!" We both came together hard, moaning and panting loudly. I came so hard that i began to pee on the towel i was on but stopped the flow. I was lost for words after everything that just happened, i wet the bed for the first time in years, and just had the most passionate moment ever with my man, and we got to share it together. I got into my pjs and climbed under the blankets "I wish i was there cuddled with you and we could sleep together" i told him with a yawn. "Me too baby, soon though" he said. "I love you so much.... i never wanna loose you, ill always be your girl" i said as i laid down. He smiled "Im not going anywhere, im all yours forever". (Ik it was long, we did all this from 6:30pm until 4am, hope you guys enjoyed it, let me know what you think, these are photos of me in my puddle)
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    Hi folks, it's been a while. I'm still here. Wetting my Bamigo (mainly made from bamboo) blue shorts undies. Flutterby07.mp4
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  12. So this was my full night of fun i wanted to write about it. As im still recovering from how amazing it is. Me and my lover were skyping like we do every night, when we got really lucky. My former stepdad left for a few hours and his brother wasn't coming home tonight (they share a room) so we both had our places to ourselves..... we wanted to have some fun The glasses began to fill as we began our fun. He had more water then i did since i cant drink so much water without feeling sick. I had about three large glasses, while he had around the same or one or two more. He began to make a homemade matress protector with a trash bag to put under the sheets. He sat there in a t shirt and briefs and i sat in a shirt in panties. We both talked casually about things as our bladders began filling up. He started to feel a bit of pressure in his bladder and i was beginning to feel it too. After a few minutes we couldnt move due to the large urges we were having. He was beginning to hold himself and i was occasionally rubbing myself a little. "Babe i really need to go" he said. I smirked at him "Im sure you can hold it baby" i told him. He smiled and kept still, we squirmed occasionally and he kept telling me how bad he wanted to let it out and soak himself. I smiled and told him to hold it each time. Not soon after, he began wiggling "Baby i cant hold no more, all i wanna do is let it out, im about to let go" he said. I nodded and went into my bathroom and sat on the shower floor. We both got ready to let the floodgates open.....we got stuck. It took a minute for our bladders to give the ok and soon it happened. A wet spot formed slowly on my panties and began pooling under my ass. My man let go and his briefs immediately changed color, as it sprayed through his briefs and made a large puddle under him. We both moaned and gasped, enjoying it together. Once he was done he smiled and cupped a bit of pee in his hands and rubbed it all over his cock. "Babe its so warm.... ohhh it feels good" i smiled at him. I was soaking wet, soaked with pee and soaked for him. "Mmmmm baby you are so fucking hot im soaking wet right now and horny as hell". He smiled at me "You wanna have some fun?" I smirked "You dont gotta ask twice. I got up and stripped my panties in front of him and used them to wipe up any pee that didnt go down the drain. I sat them in warm water and cleaned myself off then put my panties in the wash. I set up a towel on my bed and got my vibrator out. He pulled out his cock and stroked it more intesely than ive ever seen before! I was dripping wet that it was making it hard to keep the vibrator in place. He was cupping more pee and dripping it on his cock as we moaned and enjoyed every feeling corsing through us. "Mmmmmm babe you are so bad, you couldnt hold it could you?" I said seductively. He moaned "I just couldnt, it feels so good sitting in my warm puddle, im soaked and it isnt water, we peed, its so naughty". I nodded and went faster and faster, moaning and telling him how much i loved him. "Mmmmm baby i wanna be there right now and i want that to be me instead of your hand" i said, watching his hand stroke himself i wanted to be there sitting right on it. "I would love feeling every inch of my cock deep inside your pussy". This made me shake and gasp as a shot of pleasure ran through my body. He is still getting used to some new things we try, talking dirty is one of them. Hearing him say that got my body running quick. The wet spot on his bed expanded large it almost covered 1/4th of the bed (thank god he had the bag under it to protect the matress) "I want to be deep inside your pussy right now, feeling how warm and wet you are". I moaned as i was getting more and more sensitive down there as he talked dirty to me."Ohhh baby i want your cock deep in me, i want you to make me yours, i want you to be my first and last man that goes inside of me". "Ohhh sweetie i want you to be the first and last girl that i go into". (Yes we are both virgins) I was breathing heavier and heavier, panting and moaning. I used another broken vibrator i had and pushed it inside of me, its very thin so my cherry is still in tact. (Yes i know that, its barely as wide as two fingers) "I wanna be there right on your lap while we sit in your puddle together getting wet". I moaned. "Mmmmm baby yesss i want this to be you, deep inside of me" i moaned louder and louder. "I want it to be me too baby, you are so sexy". My pace got quicker and so did his, going faster and faster . "I love being your naughty wet little girl who pees herself" i said with a gasp. "I love being your naughty man". Suddenly my legs began to shake and my body was going crazy. My hips rose up and my breathing quickened. "Ohhhhh baby im cumming! Dont stop dont stop keep going please dont stop!" I semi screamed, believing the vibrator was him thrusting faster in me. "Im never stopping baby im gonna cum too!" I was screaming in pleasure as i was about to burst. "Cum! Cum with me baby cum now dammit i want you to cum!" I said to him as we both moaned loudly and came hard. Soon we cleaned up and he cleaned his bed off and we laid there. We showed each other our favorite stuffed animals as we both cuddled under our own blankets. We talked for hours, feeling natural like we were really there next to each other. "I wanna just hold you in my arms and do this everyday with you" he told me softly. I smiled "Soon baby, sooner than you know it i will be there and we will lay in each others arms forever". He smiled and we both saw it was getting really late ( 2 am for him, 5 in the morning for me) and we said goodnight and ended the call, sleeping knowing tonight was wet, fun, and full of love. (hope you guys enjoyed it, i know most is kinda what we did after the wetting but we still loved pointing out that we wet ourselves during our fun. Let me know what you guys think)
  13. It has been pointed out to me that this video belongs here, not in Wetting Experiences. It's a moot point as far as I'm concerned, but there is truth in it, so I'm shifting the vid. There's probably a quick way to do it, but re-post and delete will probably work. I finally got the opportunity to show you this when my bladder co-operated for once. I'm lying on my bed, just pissing on my thighs, with sound. Later, I'll get into the bed and add to the puddle, then lie in it all night and add to it in the morning. All the water I'm drinking will be through me by then and I'll be soaked again. Anyway, I can now add that I was absolutely sodden this morning. Delightful! Pissing myself in bed.mpg
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    So after a while of visiting the site, I decided to upload my first vid for you all. This vid is of me desperatly holding after a few beers and ultimately losing the fight and wetting my ripped blue jeans. I was really struggling to hold onto this one whilst setting up the cameras and nearly lost it before I started filming, but I managed to hold on for a bit to add a minute or two of desperation before the final flood. I peed for quite a bit as you can see. This vid does contain footage of me grabbing myself through my jeans (I found it helped to hold it a bit but with the side effect of making me hard) but there is no nudity. Enjoy.

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  15. As I haven't written anything in a very long while, I thought I should start posting a chapter-based fiction based on a number of roleplays I've had throughout time. I must warn you that if you are into toilet control, forced wettings, submission-domination and other stuff like that, this story will surely get your blood boiling. The first chapter is rather long as it sets out the setting as well, but it's sure worth a read! I am writing this for my own enjoyment but I sure hope you will enjoy it as much as I will! What's left to figure out is whether I (or you, my dear reader) actually identify more with the Mistress or with her helpless prisoner... Chapter 1 - A strange encounter Saturday evening...I think...I can't remember anything, my head's hurting and I am feeling weird...dizzy... Suddenly, reality strikes as I get a powerful, strange feeling from my lower abdomen. I realise what it is, but I do my best to not acknowledge it. It's my bladder. It is begging for relief. That is the point I first feel the cold shackles on my wrists. Iron chains hanging from the ceiling are holding my hands up above my head. It must be at least an hour I've been in that unnatural position, as it doesn't seem to be uncomfortable anymore. "I can't believe this is happening!! Hello?! Hello, is there anybody here?!" I shout as I realise I am tied up against my will in a room I've never seem before. It seems a regular room, as I can see a desk and some cupboards on the far left, as well as a wardrobe towards the right. Immediately to my right there's a lit fireplace, with a fresh load of wood burning in it. In the middle of the room, a fuzzy oval shaped carpet covers the hardwood floor, with a very stylish armchair sitting on it. The only weird thing that strikes me, apart of the chains I am tied up with, is the lack of windows... "Hello? Can someone help me?" Suddenly, I can hear footsteps coming up on what seems to be a flight of stairs behind me. "Yes! Someone is coming!" A door opens and the foot steps start getting closer. "Finally! Can you please help me? I have no idea how I ended up here but I think there's enough time before whoever tied me up is back, please untie me!" "Hmm hmm hm" a soft, feminine chuckle breaks the silence. "Oh Jean, but I tied you up." After locking the door, the mysterious woman paces behind me, with her high heels clacking on the hardwood floor. "What?! Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I ask, "And how do you know my name?" "Shh shh Jean, I am the one asking the questions here." she says as she comes out of the shadows and stands in front of me, covering my lips with her index finger. I am shocked to see a tall, slim lady, probably in her early thirties stand in front of me. I notice her long, blonde hair and I soon find myself gazing into her deep blue eyes. "You should thank me for not wearing a mask, Jean!" I realise I have now seen her face and for a kidnap victim, that sure isn't a good thing. "So, are you still feeling dizzy?" "Yes, a bit..." I answer as she hands me a 500 ml ice cold water bottle from the cupboards at the back. "This should help a bit with that" I start drinking as she takes the water bottle to my lips. I must have really been thirsty, as I empty almost half of it. I try to stop drinking but she manages to force the rest of it down my throat. "Half was enough, why did you do that??" "Be polite, Jean, don't raise your voice!" Ashamed, I apologise "I'm sorry Miss, it's just I'm really uncomfortable...Who are you, why am I here?" "Well, since you finished all your water as a good boy, I'll answer some of your questions. My friends call me Ashley, but that is Miss Ashley for you. As why you are here..." "Please, all my money is in my back pocket, you can take it, please let me go!" "Are you saying I'm a thief?! And don't interrupt me, Jean! It's not your money I'm after you silly boy, I could've taken it while you were asleep...." she stumps her right heel on the hardwood floor. That surely startles me and sends a sharp spasm to my bladder, making me cross my legs. "Sorry, Miss Ashley! I don't mean any disrespect, but I am so scared right now, why did you bring me here?" "Oh, you'll find out soon enough dear" she says as she caresses my chin softly with her long fingers. As I notice she is rather starring at my crossed legs, I quickly uncross them. "I almost forgot, Jean" she smiles naughtily at me, "don't you remember what you were doing before you woke up here?" "Uhm, not really no...I think I was out with my friends..." "That is correct." she acknowledges as she sits in front of me on the leather armchair, crossing her legs teasingly. I can't help but notice her well defined legs and purple, expensive looking high heels. As for the outfit, she seems she just got here straight from work, as she still is wearing her dark grey suit. She must be a lawyer or something. "You were out with your friends, I know that because I followed you. You had quite a few drinks, it must've been at least three pints of Stella you had, plus the sambuca shots, which were...mhh....five... or more? Naughty boy, tsk tsk!" "But how did I get here?" "Before that, are you sure you don't need anything else? Maybe some more water?" "Oh no!" "Oh no what?" "Oh no, Miss Ashley. Thank you but I had enough." "Anything else you might need, food, a toilet?" The way she said "toilet", slowly, stressing every letter sent another powerful spasm to my bladder and I cross my legs once again. "Are you sure?", she smirks at me from her armchair, "you don't need to be shy you know." "I am alright Miss Ashley, thank you." Now, why would I say such a stupid thing? You clearly remember what you were doing before you woke up here Jean, you were looking for a toilet! You left the first pub where all your friends were because the toilet line was too long and you went into the pub next door. You did get to the toilet, but that's the last thing you remember...She probably knocked you out with something, ether maybe -that should explain the sweet taste in your mouth-, before you even got a chance to use the toilet. Now, why would you be so stupid and deny the much needed chance to use the loo? "Ok, if you say so, I believe you", her smile and the way she stares into my eyes, however, indicate the opposite... "In that case, you need to drink some more!" and she promptly forces another half liter of ice cold water down my throat before I even get a chance to object. "You seem so nice, but still you treat me so badly" I say as she wipes off the water that spilled out on my chin. "Oh no Jean, you will learn that I am a very good person, it just depends on you." "What do you mean?" "What I mean is that if you are a good boy and do everything I tell you, only good things will happen. However, the opposite is also true, if you don't, there will be dire consequences for you and your bl... that you will have to face!" "Ok, I fully understand, Miss Ashley! I will be good!" "There you go, you are a quick learner" and she gives me a quick peck on the cheek. While she goes to the cupboards and fixes herself what seems to be a mojito, I am left to face the cold reality of the state I am in. Bursting, absolutely bursting to pee, all tied up with no toilet in sight and too ashamed to ask for a toilet... And thinking about all of this sure isn't helping as I find myself bobbing up and down with my legs double crossed...Hmm, good thing she didn't tie my legs up! I quickly stop shaking as she turns around and goes back to her armchair, but I am unable to uncross my legs. "Now Jean, I think you have been a bad boy..." she says as she smirks and takes a long and loud sip out of her mojito. "No Miss Ashley, I wouldn't dare!" "Oh I think you just did, you just lied to me...I am very disappointed, Jean. However, I'll give you another chance. And you better make the most of it, cause they are very rare: Once again, would you like to use a toilet, Jean?" Blushing, I can't help but admit that my bladder will soon take over "Yes Miss, I think I would!" "You just think? Cause in that case it means you won't be getting one!" The idea makes my urge ten times stronger, and I start doing the most childish pee dance ever. She starts laughing as my face turns red and I admit: "You are right Miss, I am actually very sure! I really really need to use a toilet now. I mean, I had so much to drink at the pub, plus one liter of water I just had here..." "That's better Jean, I appreciate your honesty. And I know how bad you need to go, it's obvious... And also bearing in mind you were in search of a toilet even before I brought you here... that should have you now very VERY full." Biting my lower lip, I acknowledge "Yes Miss Ashley, I am bursting! I need to go so bad, it feels like I'm about to..." "To what, Jean, don't leave me hanging?" "To...to let go any moment" I stutter "I really have to use the toilet now!" She slowly walks towards me and kneels right in front , lifting my shirt and exposing my overfilled bladder. A huge smirk covers her face as she begins to gently caress my bladder "Oh my Jean, you really do need to go. And you need to go soon!" she says without even lifting her eyes from my bladder. She stands up and softly whispers in my ear "Now what could we do about that?" ........................................... That's the end of the first chapter, but there's more to come my friends! Your comments and feedback, be it positive or not, are truly welcomed! I hope you enjoyed this and there sure is more to come! Jean
  16. So, today is my birthday...but most of my IRL friends have a lot else going on between work and finals. To get out of the house, I decided to go out for a drive in the mountains. Before I left, I drank an energy drink, then stopped for lunch and had a large fountain soda. Within an hour after having lunch and starting to head back, I started needing to pee. Holding isn't much my thing, and I can't hold for very long anyway, so I was very quickly at an uncomfortable stage. With it being a Monday (that some have off but not everyone), I felt a little adventurous. I parked my car at an overlook, hiked across the road and up a hill a bit. The hillside was wooded but most of the trees there were still pretty bare. If you were looking for someone, you would have seen me. That's when I wet the first time. I peed for at least a full minute, just a continuous steady stream flowing out into my jeans and down into my socks and shoes (well, one of them). I was kind of amazed it didn't show more, but it felt wonderful! Then I got to hike the 200 feet or so back down the hill and across the road to my car. The road had been pretty quiet while I was wetting and while I sat and admired what I had done, but as I hiked down, three cars passed by! The last one came up right as I was about to cross the road, I quickly tried to turn around and hide behind a tree but I'm 90 percent sure they saw me. I was exhilarated, but I wasn't done yet! An hour or so later, long enough for my pants to mostly dry, after crossing a big river and lots of small streams paralelling and crossing the road, I was having to pee again. I thought maybe I could make it home but it was soon apparent that the road was longer than I thought. So I eventually found another pull-off. This one was open terrain, although there was a downward slope I could go down to hide from the road a bit. There, I peed the second time, not for as long, but definitely almost as much as the first! I could now squish my left shoe and there was now a bit of mud under them from all my pee. I love rewetting my pants, and this was one of the best feeling rewets I've had in a long time! I made it back to my car with no one noticing this time, sitting on my sweatshirt because I was now quite soaked. It was now time for the real fun. Having one or two people notice you wet out in the middle of nowhere is one thing, but it was now time for me to head back home and I live in the middle of town, on the same block as two churches, one with a daycare and playground, and lots of active neighbors. I was close enough to home now that it couldn't have dried up enough for anyone who wasn't blind to not notice. Then I remembered that it's the day after Easter, so the church daycare should be closed up. That's one less thing, but I also live on a fairly busy street, right down the road from the police station, with frequent traffic in all directions. Then there's all the big trucks driving around, tall enough to be able to look down into my smaller car and see what I did! I make it to my block, and sure enough, one of my across-the-street neighbors is getting things from their trunk. I decided to take my sweet time parking, to see if she would start to leave. She didn't, but turned around for long enough that I could quickly bolt from my car and run up the stairs to my apartment. If you can believe it, after all of that wetting, and barely an hour after my last one, I had to pee a third time! I thought it was just a small pee but it turned out to be just as big as the other two! Best birthday trip ever or greatest birthday trip ever? Even as I sit here writing this, I'm still in my soaked jeans and socks, wetting for a FOURTH time today! (Disclaimer: The videos contained herein are of the "boring" handheld, simple wetting variety, and yes, I am male.) IMG_0457.MOV IMG_0459.MOV IMG_0461.MOV
  17. Yesterday I wore my flannel pyjamas, and having a couple of hours free time in the morning, I put a pair of briefs on under them, and folded a thick wash cloth up, and stuffed that into my briefs. I was also wearing thick white socks. I made my morning coffee, and went outside, sitting on a couple of folded towels on the outdoor chair. I didn't have my morning pee though, as I obviously had other plans! Logging on here, I read some stories and answered some messages, while drinking my coffee, and feeling how the cold pre-dawn air was quickly accelerating my desperation. With the thick cloth inside my underpants, it really felt like I was wearing thick cloth training pants, like I did as a child. Also, pyjamas are fairly new to me. I wore them as a kid, but swapped to boxers many years ago. Last winter, I bought a cheap pair of pyjamas, my first for over 30 years, and I loved them, but they didn't last long. I was given my current pair as a gift last week. So I started really slipping into "little mode." Here I was, wearing my trainers and pyjamas, with my thick fluffy socks, and I needed to pee, but I didn't want to stop "playing" and go to the potty. I started relaxing my bladder, slowly counting how long it would take before I leaked. It didn't take long, and after 6 seconds, I felt the first squirt shoot out. After doing this a few times, I eventually gave in. Admittedly, my urgency wasn't quite at the desperation stage yet, and I could've held it, but I didn't want to. I just let go, and fully emptied my bladder into my pants. The wash cloth, thick pyjamas and towels contained it all, and not a single drop fell to the ground. I stayed there for over half an hour, and my crotch and butt were really soaked. When I got up, my briefs were sagging down with the weight of the sodden wash cloth, and I waddled to the bathroom, with my wet pyjamas sticking tightly to my inner thighs. I felt really little and very naughty, and the wash cloth was all bunched up, like a stuffer inside my pants. My pyjamas are alternating vertical stripes of various sizes, mostly navy blue and white, and although my pants were saturated, it really wasn't very visible when I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had to pull my pants really tightly across to actually see how wet they were. I enjoyed rubbing and squeezing them for a while, then took them off for a shower. But after getting naked, I had a sudden inspiration, and put just my pants back on, but without my "trainers" this time. I got into the shower, and let the hot water thoroughly soak them. They started sagging down, and with my back to the spray, I'd occasionally get a hot rivulet running down my butt and legs, just like a leaking diaper. I left them on, and washed myself thoroughly.......... Altogether, one of the nicest showers I've had for a while. And I really like my new pyjamas!
  18. Jumin's alarm clock beeped, signalling to him that it was morning time. He turned over on his bed and hit the button on his clock, shutting it off. He slowly sat up and stretched. His head was hurting a bit. He had a bit too much wine last night so he was slightly hungover. Jumin looked over beside him and saw his cat, Elizabeth the 3rd, sleeping in his bed beside him. He gently pet his cat and smiled. "Good morning, princess. Sleep well?" he asked her. Elizabeth slowly woke up and looked up at him, meowing softly. Jumin smiled and pet her for a while longer until he looked over at his clock. It was almost 8:30 and he remembered that he was holding a meeting at the C&R building at 9. He sighed and got out of bed and started to get dressed. He luckily had a shower the night before so he would save time in the morning. He was responsible like that.While Jumin looked for his suit, he felt a bit of pressure in his bladder. The wine he had last night had caught up to him. Simply deciding that he didn't have time to use the bathroom, he donned his regular suit and went to the kitchen where his chef was. "Good morning, sir. For breakfast, I have made you a healthy fruit salad along with a glass of red wine." said the chef. Jumin smiled and nodded. "Thank you." He sat down and began to eat. After finishing the salad, he drank down his wine. "That was good." he said to himself, standing up and checking the time. 8:40. He decided that he had better leave now if he wanted to make it to the C&R building on time. After filling Elizabeth's food bowl, Jumin grabbed his things and headed down the elevator of his penthouse. As he exited the elevator, his driver, Driver Kim, was already waiting for him. He opened the car door for him and Jumin got in. During the drive, Jumin felt the wine from breakfast had made it's way to his bladder. He made a mental note to use the bathroom at the building before the meeting started. There was traffic on the road, so it took a bit longer then usual to get to the building. Jumin sighed and pressed his thighs together. He wasn't desperate yet, but he still felt like he should use the bathroom soon.Eventually, they made it to the C&R building. Jumin got out of the car and went into the building. After signing in, he made his way towards the bathrooms. He was just about to enter the men's room when his assistant, Jaehee Kang, stopped him. She had a cup of coffee in her hand. "Mr. Han, there you are. The meeting is about to start." she said to him. Jumin turned to her and nodded, temporarily forgetting about his need. "Right. I was just about to head to the meeting room." he said. Jaehee nodded. "Good. And I brought you your coffee." she said, handing him the cup of coffee. Jumin took it and smiled. "Thank you. Lead the way, Assistant Kang." he said, following her to the meeting room. On the way, Jumin sipped his coffee. It wasn't until he finished it that he realized that it would fill his bladder soon enough. He shook his head. How could he be so stupid? Oh well. Nothing he can do about it now. He would just have to wait until after the meeting to relieve his bladder.After entering the meeting room, Jumin saw that everyone was already there, talking among themselves. Since he was holding the meeting, he had to stand in the front of the room. As he walked to the front of the room, he gave his crotch a quick squeeze to help him hold his urine. He could already feel the coffee making its way to his bladder. He sighed and looked at everyone. "Good morning everyone. I called you all here today to discuss the new cat project I am planning." Jumin started the meeting about developing clothes for cats to wear. About ten minutes in, a wave of desperation washed over him, causing him to stop talking suddenly and bite his lip. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he faked a cough. "Sorry. My throat is a bit scratchy." he said. He discreetly pressed his legs together and continued talking. Twenty minutes later, Jumin's need had gotten considerably worse. He was now walking around the large table as he talked, as he was unable to keep still. "Now, Assistant Kang has prepared a PowerPoint to explain my points." Jaehee opened her laptop and pulled up the PowerPoint. Jumin sat down in a chair and watched his assistant start to present it. Sitting down had eased his urge a bit. On the table was a large pitcher of water with cups around it. Jumin had gotten quite thirsty from talking for so long. He began to pour himself a glass of water. He drank it down and payed attention to the presentation again. As the PowerPoint went on, Jumin was beginning to regret drinking the water. His bladder was even fuller now. He bit his lip and crossed his legs to keep his urine from escaping. As much as he wanted to, he knew better than to interupt the meeting for something as small as his full bladder. He was determined to keep holding.Fifteen minutes later, though it felt like hours for Jumin, the PowerPoint finally ended, which meant Jumin would have to stand up again. Slowly, he uncrossed his legs and stood up, but something happened that made him gasp. He leaked. It was a small leak, but it still caught him off guard. He walked back to the front of the table with his legs pressed tightly together. He glanced up at the clock. He was halfway done with the meeting. He began to talk more about his project for another 20 minutes, his bladder getting fuller and fuller. Jumin let out another leak, a bit longer than the last one. While it looked like Jumin was completely calm while talking, he was actually panicking. If he were to wet himself in front of his co-workers, it would certainly ruin his reputation. "Now, I know a few of you had other ideas about cat projects to work on. You may come up here and present them." said Jumin, quickly sitting down to try and ease his urge a bit. One of his co-workers went up to the front and began to present his idea about a new toy for cats. Jumin tried to listen, but he was too focused on his overly full bladder. He honestly didn't remember when he decided to hold himself like a child, but he found himself gripping his cock through his pants. Another leak escaped and Jumin looked down. Even though his pants were dark, he could still see a tiny wet spot on his pants. He groaned softly and continued holding himself.Soon, the co-worker was finished presenting and Jumin had to wrap up the meeting. He took his hand off his crotch and slowly stood up again and waddled to the front. He talked quickly. "That wraps up the meeting. Make sure you look over your notes carefully and try to come up with new cat projects. We will meet again next week." he said. The workers and Jaehee began to file out of the room. Soon, Jumin was the only one left. His bladder let another leak escape and he gasped, his hands shooting to his crotch. He had to go so badly that he didn't think that he would even make it to the bathroom in time. Jumin looked around the room frantically and spotted the large potted plant in the corner. The pot was over filled with soil. That gave Jumin an idea. It was a stupid one, but his bladder was absolutely begging for release. With his hands still in his crotch, he hobbled over to the potted plant and stood in front of it. He unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. It was time. He was finally going to get release. He was just about to start relaxing when-"Mr. Han?"Jumin gasped and quickly put himself away and zipped himself up. He turned and saw his assistant atanding there. Jaehee looked at him. "I forgot my clipboard. What were you doing, Mr. Han?" she asked. Jumin looked away and tried to look like he wasn't about to relieve himself in the potted plant. "N-Nothing...I was just about to l-leave." he said, trying his harderst not to stutter. His legs were pressed tightly together and more leaks were escaping. Jumin hoped that Jaehee would leave soon so he could finally go. Jaehee just continued looking at him. "Are you alright, Mr. Han? You don't normally stutter." she said, a bit concerned. Jumin was trying to think of what he should say when it happened. His bladder could no longer hold. The floodgates opened and pee began to rush out of his cock. Jumin tried his hardest to stop it, but it was no use. It just kept coming. His pants got soaked and a stream of pee was falling from his pants, creating a puddle on the ground. Jumin held back back a moan of relief as his bladder finally emptied. Jaehee stood there in shock as she watched her boss have an accident. She wasn't quite sure what to think.After about five minutes, Jumin's pee finally slowed down and soon stopped. Jumin stood up straight and looked away. He couldn't look his assistant in the eyes. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. "I...I am very sorry. You should not have to...see me like this." To Jaehee's surprise, Jumin seemed calm and collected. "I will be going home now. I will see you tomorrow, Assitant Kang." And with that, Jumin walked out of the room. As he walked through the hall, he kept his gaze down. While he seemed to be completely calm on he outside, on the inside, he was extremely embarrased. He walked outside where Driver Kim was waiting for him. He wondered why Jumin's pants were darker than they were this morning, but didn't say anyhing. Jumin opened the truck of the car and pulled out a towel, setting it on the back seat. Getting into the car, he sat on the towel and Driver Kim began to drive him home. Jumin was quiet for the whole trip, replaying what just happened in his mind over and over again. He sighed looked out the window, trying to focus on something else for the ride home.As soon as he got home, Jumin took off his clothes. His underwear was soaked and he cringed as he peeled them off. He set up a hot shower for himself and stepped in, scrubbing himself good. He still couldn't believe he wet himself in front of his assistant. He wondered what she thought of him now. He worried that she was going to tell his co-workers, or worse, his father. Trying not to stress out, Jumin stepped out of the shower and dried off, putting on his bathrobe and walking back to his room. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat on the bed. Embarrasment was eating away at him, but he tried to remain calm. Elizabeth the 3rd jumped up on the bed and rubbed against Jumin. He looked at her and rubbed her head. "Elizabeth the 3rd...I had an....embarrasing experience at work today. You are my only comfort for this." he said quietly.Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Jumin stood up and opened it. It was one of his security guards. "Sir, there is someone at the front door. She said her name is Jaehee Kang. Isn't she your assistant?" asked the guard. Jumin tried to hide his blush. Jaehee was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even so, he mustered up whatever courage he had left and asked the security guard to let Jaehee in. "Yes sir." said the guard and he went to get Jaehee. Jumin changed into a T-Shirt and jeans. By the time he was done changing, Jaehee arrived at his bedroom door. "Hello, Mr. Han." she said, flashing him an awkward smile. Jumin looked at her, then looked away. He was clearly still embarrassed about his accident. Jaehee spoke again. "Mr. Han...I am very sorry about your...accident. Please know that I do not think any differently of you, and I know how you feel in this situation." Jaehee blushed a bit. "Do you remember about three months ago when I was working and then suddenly asked to go home because I said I was feeling sick?" Jumin nodded, but didn't say anything. She continued. "Well...on that day...I actually had an accident myself. I was right outside a stall when it happened, so you couldn't see it, but that is why I asked to leave. So you see...everyone has accidents." she said softly. Jumin finally looked at Jaehee, not saying anything for a few moments. He then smirked and put a hand on his hip. "Hm...I was wondering why your pants were darker when you asked me that." he said. Jaehee blushed and rubbed her arm. "Y-Yes..." she said, now feeling a bit embarrassed herself. She looked at her watch and then back at Jumin. "I must head home. I need to get started on some paperwork. I...hope you feel better, Mr. Han." She turned to leave out the door when Jumin called out to her. "Assistant Kang...thank you." Jaehee smiled. "Anytime, Mr. Han. See you tomorrow." She then left. Jumin sat on his bed and sighed. He was lucky to have an assistant like her, but he seriously hoped that he wouldn't have anymore accidents like that in the future. [Author's Note] Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed my story! This was my first real attempt at making an omorashi fanfic, so I decided to go with the simple "desperate at work" scenario. If you have any constructive criticism, please tell me in the comments. Who knows, I might make another one one day. Thanks for reading! <3
  19. shorts

    I soaked myself in bed again last night. I tried to video myself wetting my shorts while lying in the puddle, but it didn't work at all well. You'll have to be content with imagining rivers of piss washing over my already-wet thighs and belly; then trickling up along my flanks to tickle my armpits and wet my pillowcase, and from that, my hair. Imagine, too, the splashes of piss as I wet my chest and face, and splash it over my legs to add to the puddle under them. By way of consolation, here's a video taken later, of me in the shower. Legs again.mpg
  20. i drew this fairly hurriedly so it definitely isn't my best work ;0; but it is still my first omo artwork so feedback is appreciated.. (the signature on the bottom is from my tumblr)
  21. male

    Name: Chris Anderson Age: 27 Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual Looks: Light brown hair that is most often slicked back or spiked up, depending on how he was feeling when was doing his hair. Pale blue eyes, which are sometimes hidden behind a pair of glasses he wears. Is quite pale, as he is a man from the north of Europe, with light freckles across his face. Is quite tall and skinny, and isn't the most muscular person in the world. Although he won't admit, he does take a pleasure in holding, but has never wet himself. Personality: Often cheerful, and caring towards those he loves. Only time he is shy is whilst needing the restroom, and often waits until the very last second to tell someone. Bladder Capacity: Is below average, at a mere 425 mL before he starts bursting. Clothing: Often wears a loose pair of sweatpants and if at home will usually be shirtless in the summer and wears a not-to-tight sweater in the winter and fall/autumn Occupation: Author Rules for the dares: Nothing involving sex, as he is a panromantic asexual. And nothing involving his family or friend, until I say you may. Other than that, go ahead!
  22. I have started a historical omo fic inspired by a suggestion by Ola93 set in ancient Rome. It will include pee and poop desperation (male and female), wetting but not excessive messing, and finding alternative ways of relief. There´s also be intrigue and a bit of sexual stuff, including weird fetishes...its Rome, after all;) The prologue got a little away from me, but here it is, i hope you enjoy! „Why do I need to pee now….“ Lavinia thought miserably, fighting the urge to cross her legs as she eyed the grim-looking overseer standing behind her holding a short cane that she knew would be brought down on her back or buttocks if she gave in to the impulse. She sighed and put her gaze back forward to were a small group of wealthy citizens stood by tables bearing fruit, sweetmeats and wine, looking over in her direction from time to time. Forcing a thin smile on her lips, she tried to adjust her stance to both appear energetic as the old woman in the slave quarters had instructed her, and press her tights against one another enough to avoid fidgeting, or, worse, losing control over her filling bladder. She shuddered inwardly thinking of the consequences that would undoubtedly bring – a savage beating, for starters, followed by a trip back to the slave quarters and then, at night, to the slave auction at the night harbour where the only prospect of employment for girls were a labour chain gang in a field or a cheap brothel. Neither offered anything but pain, exhaustion and a quick death and so Lavinia held her pose, smiled and prayed to the gods to keep her from that fate. Stood in a row on either side of her were several other girls, most around her own age, dressed in simple but elegant tunics shortened enough to show off their legs. She knew that she wasn´t the youngest, tallest of prettiest of the girls and it made her feel doubtful of her chances. Also, she thought sadly, most wealthy senators preferred exotic household slaves from the far corners of the empire, not simple italic girls like her. As she stood, willing her bladder to stop filling, she noticed another of the girls subtly slide one leg a little in front of the other and press them together. She even made it look graceful, Lavinia thought, but then with athletic legs like these everything probably looked sexy. She was a bit jealous of the dark-skinned girl but at least she wasn´t the only one that had overestimated her bladder capacity and followed the old woman´s advice to drink plenty of water for the auction to “keep hydrated and appear healthy”. Her own bladder was small and she frequently had to urinate, but she´d never had to hold still for so long while full. As time passed, the attending patrons looked at them less and less, focusing instead on the food and especially the wine, sparing the girls only occasional glances. Why did they insist on keeping them posing for ages when they probably picked their preference with the first, lust-filled glance, Lavinia thought bitterly. Still, to become the household slave of a wealthy roman senator or merchant was the best fate that any girl born or forced into slavery could wish for. It meant living in either a villa in Rome or on a large estate somewhere in the surrounding countryside, enough food, clean clothes, and easy work – if you didn´t count the diverse and, from rumours in the slave quarters, apparently endlessly diverse and outlandish sexual favours routinely of slave girls from their patrons, either for themselves or given as rewards to friends or followers. Still – it was better than ending in a soldier´s brothel at the fringes of the empire, neglected and used night after night into a early grave. The thoughts almost brought tears into her eyes again and she blinked, forcing the thoughts from her mind. She was here, now, and she would survive. She could deal with servicing men if asked of her and besides, if the rumours were true, very few of the favours household slave girls performed were traditional sex anyway. They were supposed to be the things that the patrons didn´t want to become known outside their household, private secrets shared with nobody and indulged in with those they owned and controlled. She smiled. If that was the price she would pay it – how bad could it really be? Nothing that a girl wouldn´t endure living in the Suburna, the slums of Rome, even should she manage to remain a free woman or even become a roman citizen. No, doing things like that for men was just what life was like until – or rather unless – you found a gentle, caring man like her father. But her mother had told her years ago, when she started coursing, that these things would be expected of a girl. She´d also told her that it gave her power. Power over the men that craved those things, and that a girl had to wield that power carefully. And, Lavinia had resolved a month ago when she was made a slave following her parents death at the hands of bandits that burned down their little farm, wield it she would. Looking at the assembled patrons, she smiled more now, not a smile of joy, but of bitterness and resolve. She would have her revenge. She could not fight, could not use force, so she would use her mind and her body. She knew that a slave girl called upon indulging their master in sexual fantasies meant that she would know a secret few, if any, others would know, giving her incredible power. But it needed to be used carefully. It was too easy to just dispose and replace a slave. No – it was not as simple as doing whatever was asked and then using blackmail. She´d need to be subtle – and devoted. She´d do whatever the secret was so well, so good, that her master would not want to get rid of her when she decided to wield the power. It would take time and resolve – but she had both, for the anger burned deep within her. She only hoped the tools she´d have to use on her road to revenge wasn´t too depraved. Her thoughts were interrupted by another urgent signal form her bladder protesting at the enforced stillness while full. She flinched slightly and slowly pressed her legs closer together, hoping nobody was looking at her just that moment as she had to take a slight step with her left foot to press it against the other. Ahh – what a slight movement could help with the need to pee! She blushed slightly and smiled, a genuine smile this time, and looked ahead again – and froze. From the back row, a middle-aged man dressed in a simple white, blue rimmed stola was staring straight at her, smiling. Lavinia felt her cheeks burn more brightly and forced herself not to look back directly at him, knowing that a single comment from any of the patrons could get a girl sent away instantly. Breathing deeply, she risked another glance at the man and found him still looking at her. Something in his expression was strangely calming, she thought. He wasn´t leering like most of the men had been when the girls started to pose, but seemed to be studying her. Emboldened, she dared to flash him a smile. That had been another piece of advice the old woman had given them. If you see a patron interested in you, do your best to charm him. She´d given other advice, good advice, born of a lifetime as a slave. Few slave women ever reached her age and Lavinia had marvelled at the serenity of the woman, considering what she must have endured. “Life is too precious to waste wanting and longing”, she had said and smiled. “You make your own way any way you can, and find a way to be happy. If you´re happy, it matters little if you´re a slave, and if you´re unhappy, all the money in the world will not help you.” Tall words, but Lavinia thought they made sense – as had all the other advice. Well, almost all, she thought, feeling her bladder protest at the amount of water still flowing through her. THAT advice might be her doom. “Honoured patrons, I trust that you have had ample time to survey the goods!” The owner of Rome´s most exclusive slave auction house smiled grandly as he entered, gaudily dressed in a multi-coloured stola and tunic. “You will now be able to make any requests you may before we settle the auction.” Lavinia sighed again, hoping the requests wouldn´t prove too much for her poor bladder. The first request was almost a given – that the girls bare their chests to let the patrons ogle their breasts. Lavinia glanced left and right, envious of the much larger breasts all the other girls had, and felt her fortunes sink again. The second request almost made Lavinia giggle, for a overweight senator wanted to look at the girls feet in detail. No harm there – feet were a common enough fetish and something that no girl would mind, she was sure. She hoped she was bought by him, but by the way he stared at the legs of the petite Hispanic girl next to her she thought that was overly optimistic. The old woman had told the girls that the requests would be tame, as none of the patrons would dare to expose their fetishes to the others, since they were, by default, rivals who would use such information mercilessly. And she proved to be right – again – as they went through a series of easy and only vaguely sexual insinuations – licking honey off a stick was her favourite. Only once did Lavinia hesitate slightly, when they were requested to touch each other´s breasts. As she turned to the Hispanic girl who, even though she was almost a hand shorter than she, had almost double her breast size, she knew she was expected to enjoy it. Taking a breath and returning the other girl´s smile, she slowly cupped one of her breasts and ran her thumb around the big dark nipple, marvelling at her soft touch, then flinching as she felt the girls hand run over her own nipple. She felt a flutter of excitement and thought how strange that was, and then It was over. She´d almost wished it would be longer, since it had allowed her to cross her legs while turning. Behind the Hispanic girl she could also see the dark-skinned girl with crossed legs as well, her hips moving in obvious desperation. She must have an even smaller bladder than me, Lavinia mused as she turned back into her pose with considerable difficulty. “Are there any more requests?” The owner asked, still smiling. After a few moments, the patron that had caught Lavinia´s throat cleared his throat. “I would like them to stand with their legs spread for a little while” he said with the same serene smile, eyes on the dark-skinned girl. “Damn”, Lavinia thought, she´d hoped her brief moment of eye contact had won her points, before registering what he´d said. “Oh no…” she thought bleakly as she spread her legs with a sharp intake of breath. As she held the position, she had to fight with all her strength not to pee right then and there. “Oh gods let it be over soon…” she could hardly believe her misfortune. How on earth was this turning anybody on? She didn´t know and couldn´t think of anything beside her desperate desire to pee. The girls next to her seemed fine, they either had bigger bladders or not drunk as much, but leaning forward ever so slightly Lavinia could just see the dark-skinned girl visibly shake. “She´s not gonna hold it…” she thought and turned her eyes front where everyone was staring at the struggling girl now who gave a silent whimper followed by a long, guttural moan as there was a loud hissing sound followed by her pent-up pee hitting the floor. “Oh gods this is torture” Lavinia moaned inwardly, listening to the girl sob as she peed down her legs while being forcefully grabbed by the overseer and hauled back off the stage. Lavinia closed her eyes and clenched every muscle she could as she felt a few drops leak out of her pussy. “This is it..its over” she though, ready to give up, when the owner said “Alright we will start the auction now. Please put your bids in the respective bowls by the girls feet.” Lavinia gasped as she quickly closed her legs, first crossing them HARD for a few moments before managing to put them apart with one slightly in front of the other, pressing together. As she opened her eyes again she saw the patron watching her again and she thought she saw him nod at her gently as she struggled to keep control after her ordeal. Bowls were put at the feet of each girl and the patrons started putting in small chits with numbers scratched on them, indicating their bid. She received only a few chits, including the overweight patron and she hoped that she´d go to that one. But when the other patron came down to place a chit in only her bowl and smiled up at her, she involuntarily smiled back. The bidding was mercifully short and one by one the owner went through each of the bowls, announcing the winning bidders. Lavinia barely followed this as she was struggling to keep from leaking too badly, unable to keep small leaks from escaping. Thankfully in pressing her legs together she´d trapped on of the inner folds of her tunic between them and it was soaking up the leaks. Finally the owner reached her bowl and went through the pitiful 4 chits, grimacing at the low bids until he looked at the last one. Turning towards the attentive patron, he asked “Are you sure this is no mistake? This price is outrageous even for me exclusive establishment…” At the simple nod and smile from the patron he shrugged and indicated him as the winner. “Outrageous price?” Lavinia thought. “For me?” She couldn´t fathom what she had done to deserve a high bid, especially not when compared to the other girls. “Come” the patron simply said, indicating for her to follow. Lavinia gladly obeys, glad at being able to move and rub her thighs together. But how was she going to relieve herself? She thought with a sinking feeling as she felt another leak escape her tired bladder. If she didn´t get to a latrine soon she´d embarrass herself and surely upset her new master. She followed him out of the villa, taking smaller and smaller steps as she struggled to keep up. Her face was red with exertion and she felt increasingly larger leaks as she forced herself to walk behind the man, until finally she was sure she would wet herself, when he suddenly stopped, turned and looked at her for a moment before pointing at a wooden door. “Relieve yourself and you can begin your duties” he said simply. “Thank…Thank you master” Lavinia managed, hobbling over and opening the door to what turned out to be the slaves latrines. 2 of the seats were occupied, one by a male servant watching her with an amused smile as Lavinia hiked up her tunic and collapsed on the seat next to where the old woman was peeing. “Oh gods” Lavinia gasped and then stifled a moan of pure relief as her pent-up pee shot out of her aching pussy and down the hole under her. She peed quickly, her small bladder soon empty, and remained seated for a moment. “I bet that felt good” the old woman said, smiling at her. “Remember what I told you, and be happy, child.” Lavinia smiled as she stood up, careful to adjust her tunic so the wet fold was safely hidden from view. At the door, she turned back to the woman “Thank you”. She said and exited to find the man smiling at her. “Fell better?” he asked? And returned her smile, walking out of the building with Lavinia following.
  23. pee

    I was sitting having lunch at home and my bladder decided it wanted to empty. I wanted to finish my lunch. I did a bit of a jiggling, and the urge went away. It came back a bit later, but more jiggling sent it on its way again. then I finished lunch and got up. The results were instant. The usual dribble down my leg was a trickle, increasing as I walked faster than usual to the shower. By the time I got there, the trickle was a stream, so I stood in the shower and finished off. Nice. I do have to go when I get the signal, If not, my bladder gets its revenge.
  24. i embarked on a 9 hour-drive business trip. i made a similar one last year, and took a few things from it last time to make this trip more pleasurable. before i left, i had about 2 liters of soup. i already knew that was gonna push me over. as i started my trip, i kept drinking small amounts at regular intervals. this took a toll on my bladder, and the bumps and cracks on the road definitely didn't help me maintain control! about an hour and a half, i was already dying to pee. some car behind me signaled to me that one of my tie-down straps had come loose and needed to be retied. i pulled over to a hotel parking lot. even though it was sunny, there was some wind and there was a drop in temperature ( i usually prefer warmer conditions, so driving in the cab of my truck was a comfy 75 degress F). as i got out of my car, i felt the entire weight of my bladder dropping. i was in pain. as i was retying my strap, i was hobbling up and down, crossing my legs. after i was done, i glanced around. coast was clear! i kneeled down and let loose. i felt the pee exploding into my white jeans. since they were a bit tight and my posture was kneeling down, i could see my the color of my thigh take over my white jeans. it sure felt good! i sighed a relief, hoping no one saw. i then continued on my way, while re-hydrating myself. three hours later, i needed to fuel up again. as subsequent holds go, i knew that my bladder had already weakened from my first holding. after fueling up, i drove to a closed down restaurant. i ducked in the corner and let loose. my jeans weren't fully dry from my first wetting, and there was something about re-wetting my jeans that felt hot! i must've underestimated my bladder because when i was done flooding my white jeans, i attempted to get up from a squatting position, only to have a pool of pee that must've not been given enough time to soak through the denim, rush down my legs! my shoes got inadvertently soaked, but feeling that gush of warm liquid was exhilarating! it reminded me of an ocean wave of water just completely dowsing me. sadly, i didn't make another wetting that day. by the time i arrived at my hotel, my jeans were pretty much dried. actually, im wearing them now as i write this story--there are no stains on it, but it has a slight odor to it. perhaps it'll experience a few more floods before getting a wash. :)
  25. This is just something I started because I'm way too into Dominic Sherwood's portrayal of Jace from "Shadowhunters" and The Mortal Instruments. It's set kind of early on in the canon, because there was a certain situation Jace got into that just set a fire under my imagination. I couldn't leave it alone and waste that perfect potential for something I needed to see happen to this perfect boy. I'll definitely be continuing this, but I figured I'd post what I had so far, partly as incentive for myself to keep writing, as it's been a while since I've done that on a regular basis. I hope you guys enjoy. It's my first time writing something like this in about ten years, so I apologise if I'm a little rusty these days. --- -- - "Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always." --- -- - Jace hadn't slept well. Which wasn't surprising in the least, considering his predicament. He was in a stone cell, deep beneath the Silent City, and worse, he was cuffed quite securely to an iron railing in the wall that had already proven itself more than capable of standing up to whatever the young Shadowhunter could do to it. The bones of his wrists ached, the flesh stung where he'd scraped himself raw trying to break his bonds, trails of dried blood flaking and itching down his hard-muscled forearms to the elbows. He wasn't even sure how the hell he'd managed to fall asleep at all, though it no doubt had nothing to do with comfort and everything to do with him being utterly exhausted by the seemingly ceaseless flood of trouble that had swept over them all since Valentine's reemergence from whatever shadows had hidden him away for the last fifteen years. Even the irrepressible Jace had been truly worn thin by recent events, much as he would have hated to admit it even to himself. And as if matters couldn't get any worse, another problem was rapidly making itself known to the spent Nephilim, one which made him groan audibly despite there being no-one around to hear him, let alone do anything to assist him. Jace had to pee. He'd been vaguely aware that this was going to be an issue since he first started trying to work at his cuffs, but he had pushed the thought aside brusquely, not wanting to think too hard about it. But now, he didn't really have the option to ignore it. He was still on his knees, slumped slightly sideways into the wall he was tethered to, with almost no room to move and his hands stuck well out of reach of his pants. He knew exactly where this was heading and he cursed several times under ragged breath. There was no point even in standing, as he knew that would only lead to more of his pants ending up wet when the inevitable happened. It was still difficult to think in those terms, though. At least there was one up side to his solitude; no-one would be witness to his humiliation. That still didn't exactly have him looking forward to this, but as long as nobody else knew about it he supposed he could live with it. Nevertheless, no matter how desperately he might need to let go, he was certainly in no hurry to do it. The young Shadowhunter fought against himself for subjective hours, it seemed, even as his rapidly diminishing rational thought scolded from an increasingly muffled point deep in the back of his head that surely it had only been minutes, and he could assuredly hold on much longer. Wishful thinking? Maybe. He squirmed against the cuffs, knees grinding on the rough, uneven stone of the floor. The ache in those knees, even through the sturdy material of his gear, was a welcome distraction, so Jace leaned back harder to pull the cruel edge of the cuffs into his wrists again. Fresh blood welled under the harsh metal and Jace let out a shuddering breath. Warmth trickled down his arms as he panted in pain and concentration... and down his thighs. Swearing roughly, he doubled over at the waist in sudden panic, exerting every effort to stop himself, to cut short the embarrassing flow. Really, had he thought things through, he would have known there was no point in stopping it, but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't been able to help it when he had started leaking uncontrollably, yet he also couldn't help but fight it, either. As if Jace could ever just give in to anything. Even his own body. His breath coming in wracking sobs now, but the pressure blissfully abated enough to control, he slumped back against the cold wall... and tried to pretend he didn't actually feel somehow inexplicably better than he had at any other point since being locked down here to rot in forgotten seclusion beneath the earth.