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  1. When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again. Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen. "Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards. "Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep. Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door. "Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted. "I won't," Ellie replied. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement. "Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded. Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour. After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice. "Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice. Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked. Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!" After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly. "So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room. "Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview. "Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office. "Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked. "Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment. Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet." "Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?" "They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her. "Better?" she asked. "Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot. "Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
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    Yuki's career as a teacher begins when she arrives at a school with a rather strange name, and a very strange secret... A game from a few years ago, which I recently decided to translate into English. If you get stuck, there's a hint to be found in a book somewhere.

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    First off, thank you to chazzi for originally posting these clips a while back (although in lower resolution). These clips from HUNT-672 feature a student with remote control over a vibrator that has somehow found its way into the teacher's panties. The teacher is at the mercy of the remote control vibe, and eventually wets herself in front of the entire class. The ladies are quite attactive, and wearing sexy skirts and heels in all clips. Unfortunately, I was only able to find hi-res clips for 5 of the 7 teachers featured in this video. Short descriptions of each clip provided below. I hope you enjoy these as much as I have. Clip 1: Brunette teacher wearing light blue skirt and white blouse. She does the best job of the teachers in this video at keeping her vibrator situation as discrete as possible. In the end, she cannot resist the vibe and wets herself in front of the class. Clip 2: White blouse showing off the teacher's nice cleavage, pink skirt and black heels. She resists the vibe for quite some time, but eventually has an embarrassing accident in front of the class. Clip 3: Dark gray skirt suit featuring a sexy mini skirt to show off her lovely legs. As she approaches the point where she will lose control, she begs the student with the remote control to spare her the embarrassment of a vibe-induced wetting in front of her class. The student cannot resist, and the teacher eventually loses her battle against the vibe. Clip 4: could not find scene 4 from this vid Clip 5: could not find scene 5 from this vid Clip 6: White blouse and light green mini skirt shows off a lot of leg with this teacher. She is mercilessly subjected to the remote control vibrator in this clip - the student is obviously enjoying the power he has over the teacher. Her sexy legs and short skirt are featured in the most sudden and explosive wetting of the entire set. This is one of my all-time favorite clips. Clip 7: Grey skirt suit with the hemline sitting just above the knees, complemented by black heels. Let's just say that her day of reading to the class turned out to be much more than the teacher bargained for. Another great ending with the teacher making a mess in her panties and skirt suit at the mercy of the vibe.

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  4. View File Wet Teacher Collection 1.2 (HQ) First off, thank you to chazzi for originally posting these clips a while back (although in lower resolution). These clips from HUNT-672 feature a student with remote control over a vibrator that has somehow found its way into the teacher's panties. The teacher is at the mercy of the remote control vibe, and eventually wets herself in front of the entire class. The ladies are quite attactive, and wearing sexy skirts and heels in all clips. Unfortunately, I was only able to find hi-res clips for 5 of the 7 teachers featured in this video. Short descriptions of each clip provided below. I hope you enjoy these as much as I have. Clip 1: Brunette teacher wearing light blue skirt and white blouse. She does the best job of the teachers in this video at keeping her vibrator situation as discrete as possible. In the end, she cannot resist the vibe and wets herself in front of the class. Clip 2: White blouse showing off the teacher's nice cleavage, pink skirt and black heels. She resists the vibe for quite some time, but eventually has an embarrassing accident in front of the class. Clip 3: Dark gray skirt suit featuring a sexy mini skirt to show off her lovely legs. As she approaches the point where she will lose control, she begs the student with the remote control to spare her the embarrassment of a vibe-induced wetting in front of her class. The student cannot resist, and the teacher eventually loses her battle against the vibe. Clip 4: could not find scene 4 from this vid Clip 5: could not find scene 5 from this vid Clip 6: White blouse and light green mini skirt shows off a lot of leg with this teacher. She is mercilessly subjected to the remote control vibrator in this clip - the student is obviously enjoying the power he has over the teacher. Her sexy legs and short skirt are featured in the most sudden and explosive wetting of the entire set. This is one of my all-time favorite clips. Clip 7: Grey skirt suit with the hemline sitting just above the knees, complemented by black heels. Let's just say that her day of reading to the class turned out to be much more than the teacher bargained for. Another great ending with the teacher making a mess in her panties and skirt suit at the mercy of the vibe. Submitter femdesp Submitted 11/11/2016 Category Skirt Wetting  
  5. Is using the bathroom a right or a privilege for students? Here in the U.S., I'm really not sure if some teachers are trying to teach discipline to their students, are so insecure that they believe students are lying to get out of their lesson, or are just evil. Most of us have been at the hand of one of these teachers who would not let us go when we really needed to and suffered embarrassing accidents because of it... I personally think it's wrong for a teacher to deny someone needed bathroom privileges because they speculate and assume that a student might abuse it. It's true that bathroom breaks can be abused for the bad students in order to get out of class, cheat, or cause trouble. But should a few bad apples ruin the whole bunch? My Thoughts: - The discipline over learning to control one's bladder should not be taught by the teacher but should be left to the parents or guardians of the students to teach and encourage them in a safer setting. Bathrooms are there for a reason and sometimes, you just gotta go, especially if you drink a lot during the day and younger students have much smaller bladders and lack of self-control. If they are trying to teach, then you don't teach by forcing someone to hold it and have an embarrassing accident in front of their classmates, hoping they'll learn. Even for good and/or shyer students (like myself) who were embarrassed of asking to be excused is torture and such should never be reprimanded by a teacher. - If teachers think it's a disruption for students to go to the bathroom while they're teaching (or assume that everyone else will have to go because they let 1 person leave) does not always apply. The alternative solution goes back to the "potty break/team" line up idea is much better than outright denying access to a bathroom, but is patronizing and rather strange for older students. - If teachers are too insecure and think the students are just making excuses to get out of class, then they need to gain more confidence. Bad students do exist, but this should not be the case in every situation like I've observed in schools. Teachers are smart enough to know who the real trouble makers are and take note. What do you think? Do you have any stories about these dreadful experiences?
  6. Hey everyone! I was wondering, does anyone saw this very old japanese video back in 2008 that is uploaded to Youtube. The title - if I remembered correctly - is "school teacher looses control" (something like that). Does anyone know the source of the vid? I'm searching DUGA but results are yet to be fruitful. Thanks to any leads!!
  7. Hello omorashi-fans! I'm a cartoonist, just ffor hobby, and sometimes I make some omorashi/abdl staff for fun. These are two of my panty-wetting artworks, a police woman and a teacher wettting herself in front of her students. Enjoy it!
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    This is a recent revision of a story I wrote a couple years ago for Nyou Fiction. ++++++++++++++++++++ Siphrah Chesley's mind was overflowing with thoughts. Uncertainties. Regrets. Bitter realizations. Inadequacies. Little anxieties of all shapes and sizes assailed her rational thoughts like a horde of biting insects, and they worked themselves into a frenzy when the bell rang. Here she was, a young woman whose teaching degree hadn't even gotten back from the framing shop, hardly more than a little schoolgirl herself, trying to do the impossible. Not literally impossible, of course. She knew (or at least hoped) she could work a job like this on a regular basis. This was only one class a day, when the usual responsibility of a teacher was three or four. It had all been her goal for years. But the task she faced now truly seemed impossible. Teaching a subject she hardly understood using notes that hardly made sense in a classroom she could hardly find her way around in wearing a new suit and shoes that hardly fit. Despite Mrs. Lenard's condescending attitude toward substitute teachers, she apparently had a lot of faith in her. Too much. She had left scanty, sometimes contradictory instructions. This and a dusty brick of a textbook that even Siphrah's adult mind found nearly impenetrable were all she was armed with in this five-day tour of duty in an advanced placement biology class. She could ask for help from the principal, but that would make her look weak. Her professional image was bolstered by her choice of apparel. At least, she hoped it was. She'd never known clothing very well, especially not the formal business kind, and could have been walking around in a fashion nightmare for all she knew. She wore a blue herringbone dress shirt and a navy blue skirt. She had toned it down from the truly sophisticated skirtsuit and heels she had worn yesterday because of the stifling heat and the realization that almost every permanent teacher at this school wore something more informal. She did worry that she might have gone too informal. The skirt was so short she felt like she should be trying out for the pom-pom squad, yet it had somehow looked conservative in the dressing room mirror. Oh well, such were the mysteries of the Universe. The half-moon glasses she wore should have prevented her from appearing too casual. She was also armed with a steely demeanor. She didn't know how to act friendly to students without showing her anxiety or her immature side. Giggling when she noticed she'd done something wrong didn't endear herself to this crowd. So, without even trying, she found herself acting stern, strict, and humorless. Acting like she was made of stone when she was really a bundle of overactive nerves. The professional look and routine didn't work very well on this class. The immature ones were out of control, and the mature ones asked challenging questions that brought her to the verge of blurting out that she had no idea what she was doing. Still, she'd gotten through one day. Seemingly on cue, the principal came in to check on her the moment she had brought the students in line and gotten a grip on the lesson plan. She looked good, and felt like she could enjoy doing this every day. That gave her some reassurance, but her job was due to get more complex and involved each day, there was much to do and say that she hadn't had time for yesterday, and she felt physically worn down from yesterday's battle. Her mind was overflowing with such thoughts, and she felt a cascade of panic wash over her as the bell rang and she suddenly realized just how bad her situation was. She also realized something else was overflowing. She had been too preoccupied to use the restroom before class, or even register the fact that she needed to, and now it was too late. Between the 90 minute length of classes at this school, the massive amounts of coffee working its way through her petite system, and the fragile state of her nerves, she could soon be overcome with a cascade of something besides panic. She got the things on her desk situated, trying to hide the fact that she wasn't finished looking over the materials. She tried to look natural as she took a seat behind the desk, even though she felt like her bladder was large enough to bulge and jiggle behind the fabric of her skirt. Then she crossed her right leg as far over her right as the tendons and muscles would allow, and silently scooted her seat forward until the leg-sandwich was wedged between the chair and desk as tightly as her circulatory system would permit. It was going to be a long 90 minutes. "The bell has sounded," were the teacher's first words to the class today. "Why do I hear talking?" "Because you're not deaf," a boy named Travis Russell said, provoking much laughter from the other students. "Knock it off, or I'll send you to 325." It hadn't taken her long to learn which room detentions were served in. "Mrs. Chesley, can I go to...?" a girl began to ask "I still hear talking." Once the room was quiet, Siphrah formally began class. "Mrs. Chesley, can I go to...?" the same girl started to say again. It was Stacy Sutton, who was actually one of the better students in this disrespectful pack of teenagers. Siphrah again interrupted her interruption. "I hear talking again, but nobody's hand is raised." Stacy's hand shot up. "Now, are there any pressing issues that can't wait until I've taken attendance?" She paused a moment, then called on Stacy. "Mrs. Chesley, can I go to the bathroom?" "My name is Ms. Chesley, and no you may not." "But I was at the pep rally and barely had time to..." "These are the rules every high school class follows, as I explained yesterday. If Mrs. Lenard is one of the rare exceptions that allows students to walk out of class for minor reasons like restroom breaks, she didn't inform me. Any other questions? No? Excellent. Now, is Marcus Anderson present?" Siphrah was a few names into the attendance sheet before she realized how hypocritical she was being. This fidgeting blonde in her class was no different from the girl she was only half a decade ago. The years of college and life experiences and maturing brain tissues hardly felt like they had transformed her. She wished for a moment that she could shove the textbook and lesson plan aside and skip off to the girls' room with Stacy. They would chat through the stall wall. She would relieve her stress as well as her aching bladder, and come back to class feeling fresh and up to the task. She pushed the silly fantasy out of her mind. She was a teacher. She couldn't show weakness, and nothing looks weaker than reversing your rule due to a student's complaint. Nothing except stopping class to run to the nearest toilet. Soon she came to the part of the lesson she was dreading. "Today we're going to cover the human urinary system," she said to the class, hardly able to speak those words with an unwavering voice. She stood up and turned on the projector, which she had already prepared with a transparency showing the female urinary system with labels pointing to each part. She foolishly turned it on as she was standing in the wrong spot, and for a moment the graphic was projected onto her clothes. This not only startled her, but reminded her of the real urinary system she had beneath her skin. The system she was currently putting through extreme torture just so she wouldn't lose face. Her knees buckled and the almost fell down. She caught herself on the corner of her desk, and maneuvered her body around to a place where she could see the transparency and point to the parts of it, but also be largely obscured from the students. Once in position, she crossed her legs. She hoped no one would notice her desperate body language. "The urinary system, also called the urinary tract or excretory system, is needed to purify the blood. Like the digestive system, this group of organs is involved in the elimination of waste, a taboo subject that many people have trouble discussing in a mature fashion. But be reminded that laughter is a form of disruption, and will be punished accordingly." This was an idle threat. If she gave detention every student who laughed during class, this classroom would be pretty much empty. "The urinary system consists chiefly of three organs: a pair of kidneys and the bladder." She stuttered as she named that last organ. She'd been trying to keep her mind off her own bladder since class began, and now she was going to have to describe it while looking at a picture of it. "The real work is done by tiny nephrons inside the kidneys." She uncrossed and recrossed her legs. She couldn't read the students' faces, but kept feeling like some of them were aware of her predicament. As her lecture went on, she felt more and more frantic. She walked around the projector much more than necessary. She couldn't help it. She couldn't keep still. When she was standing in place, her legs kept moving around, as if she was performing a strange dance. When she approached the end of her discussion of the kidneys, things went from bad to worse. "The urine..." She bit her lip as she spoke that word, and her body flinched. Her hands reached to grab her body and keep the urine from escaping, but she stopped them. Then she smiled, laughing at herself with a nervous "hahaha" that sounded more like humming. Some of the students gave her odd looks. Did they know what was wrong? "I'm sorry," she restarted, "the urine that is produced in Bowman's capsules passes through the duct of Bellini to collect in a reservoir called the renal pelvis. The renal pelvis and the renal sinus, which contains it, have confusing names. They don't have anything to do with the bones that are called the pelvis or the cavities in the head that are called sinuses. These are just Latin named describing their shape. From the renal pelvis, the urine from each kidney trickles down a long tube called the ureter, to be collected in a sac called the bladder." There was that word again. She couldn't make it through that sentence without uncrossing and recrossing her legs. She was explaining an organ as she strove to avoid acknowledging the one that she had. "Up until this point, the work of each kidney is totally independent of the other. In fact, a person can survive with only one kidney, although that causes certain health risks. There's no real reason to have two kidneys except to improve efficiency, and to provide a safeguard in case one is damaged or diseased." She wished she'd been provided with two bladders. Her one was at maximum capacity, and she had no safeguard if it failed. "The bladder is another organ with a somewhat confusing name, because there's a totally different organ called the gall bladder. This bladder is sometimes called the urinary bladder to avoid confusion. The bladder is a simple organ, not much more than a balloon made of flesh." Her mind lingered on this image. It couldn't help it. "A water balloon, you might say. Only instead of water it's full of urine, which is really mostly salt water. The yellow color comes from bilirubin, a chemical left over from bile, which the kidneys filter out from the blood." She didn't have to give all this information, but her mind wouldn't move on. "The smell of stale urine is ammonia. There isn't ammonia in it when it comes out, but there is urea. Urea is in there because the broken-down remnants of nucleotides, amino acids, and creatine all yield ammonia. Now, ammonia is a deadly poison, so the liver turns it into urea and uric acid. But it gets turned back into ammonia once you pi...once you urinate it out. Certain bacteria on the skin and outside the body feed on urea and release ammonia as a waste product. Our waste is their nourishment, and their waste is the pollutant in our blood that we must excrete as waste. Not all of this will be on the test. I'm getting a little off track." She forced her mind to move on, and forced her left leg to curl as far around her right one as she could without falling over. By now she had given up hope on holding it in until class was over. She had to think of an alternative, but no acceptable ones were coming to mind. She continued to resist the temptation to excuse herself from class, and continued with the lesson. "The bladder is held shut at the bottom by two muscles. Two confusingly named muscles called the internal and external urethral sphincters. A sphincter is any muscle that functions basically like a lens. There's also a pyloric sphincter in the lower part of the stomach, and an anal sphincter in the lower part of the rectum. The internal urethral sphincter holds the bladder tightly shut until it reaches its limit. The external urethral sphincter can be made to hold it shut for longer, until the person can find a convenient time and place to void her urine...or his." She was very close to blurting out her problem. "Much of toilet training in toddlers simply consists of strength training for the external urethral sphincter. On the other end of these sphincters is the urethra, a tube like the ureter, only leading out of the body. The final hole through which the urine is leaked...is eliminated from the body is called the urethral meatus, or meatus urinarius. In the female it is located between the vagina and the glans clitoris, while in the male it is located at the very tip of the penis, where it performs both an excretory and reproductive function. We'll talk more about the reproductive system later. Actually, we probably won't get to that until Mrs. Lenard is back, so she'll handle those parts." She cringed inwardly at that last sentence, and most of the students laughed. "Now quit laughing. You're supposed to be mature high school students in an A.P. class, almost ready for college. You shouldn't be tittering like little children." This made them laugh more. "Tittering!" Siphrah repeated loudly. She was really losing her patience. "It's a word!" She tried to regain her composure. "Are there any questions about this? I know I've covered a lot in a few minutes." It felt like a few hours. Gary Stewart raised his hand, as she knew he would. He genuinely cared about the lessons, and kept taking class time to satisfy his curiosity. It could really get on a teacher's nerves. "Yes, Gary?" "How do the male and female urinary systems differ?" "Unfortunately I only have a transparency of the female system, but both of them are in your book...or one of the handouts...or...I saw them somewhere." She was getting flustered. Her desperation was making it hard to concentrate on anything. "One difference is the urethra, of course. It's about twenty centimeters long in the male but only four in the female. In the male, its width varies between one and three millimeters, while the female urethra is a constant six. This is because the male urethra is constricted by erectile tissue and other reproductive structures. The ejaculatory duct connects with it from behind." The sounds of laughter in the classroom were building again. "The size and shape of the bladder is another point of contrast. In males it's 50% larger than in females. On average, the sensation of fullness occurs when the male bladder is distended to 300 milliliters, but only 200 milliliters in my female bladder." She froze as the noticed that slip of her tongue. She scanned her audience but saw no clear signs of realization. She knew she couldn't go on like this. She was tripping over her words and her feet. But what choice did she have? "I think I might have left out the part about stretch receptors. No matter, I'll get to that later. This is all in your textbook, anyway...but my lecture is still important, so pay attention. In the female, the bladder is wedged between the uterus and the pelvic floor. So it looks flatter in diagrams, kind of a diamond shape in cross section, but is actually wider than the male bladder. But both the male and female bladders become egg-shaped as they fill up. They also rise upward into the abdominal cavity, because the pelvic floor is too restrictive to contain a full bladder. In a state of extreme distension, the upper extremity of the bladder can rise up to the level of the navel." Siphrah felt a sudden loss of control. It subsided quickly, but not before a moment of panic, a panic that caused her right hand to shoot between her legs. She laughed nervously again as she students noticed her odd behavior. She made it look like she was rubbing her leg instead of holding her crotch. "I'm sorry, this skirt is new, and it itches." "Then take it off," one of the male students blurted out. Siphrah was furious. She might have sent him to detention, but didn't want to admit that she couldn't remember his name. "Young man, that is exactly the kind of sexual harassment that will get you into trouble in the real world. I'll let you off with a warning, but don't expect such lenient treatment from the next woman you speak to in such a disrespectful manner." Once she was finished with this sentence, she wanted to hit herself for failing to think of something. If she'd escorted the boy to Room 325, she could have easily used the faculty restroom on the way back. No student in her class would have known. Now she hoped someone else would be horribly disrespectful. "What was I...? Yes, sexual dimorphism in regards to the urinary system. Another thing to mention is the prostate gland, which is a male organ." She had to do something quick or she was going to be a live visual aid. It felt like a miracle when a thought suddenly came to her from out of the blue. "It would help if I could draw on this transparency. I don't have any erasable pens, but I think I saw some in the chem lab." She walked, briskly and stiffly, but still with an ounce of composure. She took a long loop past the desk and table, across the west wall, and around behind the stage-like structure on which the desks were situated. As soon as she was out of the students' sight, she grinned like a naughty schoolgirl. She had found a perfect excuse to leave the room without even lying. Leave the room and enter one with plumbing. Once she heard the click of the door behind her, she quickly went to task moving a stepladder in front of the door, rigging it so the handle couldn't be moved from the outside. She did most of this with one hand while the other pressed tightly against her bladder. The hands switched frequently. If someone had to follow her in, explaining why she had blocked the door would be embarrassing. But not as embarrassing as someone walking in on the teacher with her panties around her ankles and her rump hanging over the sink. Once the barricade was in place, she really started to do the potty dance. But her relief was literally around the corner. She trotted over to the first sink on the near side of the lab, and gracefully hoisted her petite body up onto the counter. She lifted her skirt up out of the way, and slipped her panties down to her ankles. Her body shivered in anticipation. Once she was sure her clothes were all out of the splash radius and her urethral meatus was aimed at the drain, she relaxed her external urethral sphincter and let the urine flow. And flow it did. She felt like she was redefining the word "piss." Never had she heard such a loud noise produced from human excretion. It wasn't all from the force of her water pressure. The echoes and reverberations of the cavernous aluminum-lined sink helped the volume. But she knew from yesterday that the walls here were practically soundproof, so she grinned another naughty grin as her urine hissed and spattered as loud as she pleased. 23 years old, and she was getting away with something that would have earned her a spanking as a child. Then something happened that made her fear for her career: A door creaked open. She whipped her head around to look, but the door she had come through was secure. Then she realized she had completely overlooked the second door to the chemistry lab. The one that connected with the main hallway. Her blood turned to ice as her heart skipped a beat and leaped into her throat. Those were the anatomically impossible things she felt were happening inside her body. But she wasn't thinking about the circulatory system. She was thinking about premature termination, disciplinary action, and a possible lawsuit. The deliciously naughty child in her was replaced by the mortally terrified adult. She would have preferred a smacked bottom to what was likely to happen if a minor saw what she was doing. She diminished the firehose torrent between her legs into a drinking fountain trickle, and moved a lever to make the water run slightly. She could use that to explain the sound, but getting herself back on her feet with her panties in place and no wet splotches on her skirt would be a greater challenge. As she waited for a person to emerge from the entryway, she thought about the noise she'd make if she hopped down. She didn't think it would go unnoticed. She only had a few seconds, and she just couldn't think of a way to make herself decent without arousing attention. The student walked right past her view without noticing. They were now on the other side of the support pillars and student work stations. Glass containers, Bunsen burners, and other implements hung on racks, blocking most of the view. Siphrah wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl, so she wasn't sure how seriously they'd be traumatized if they saw here. Whatever the student was, they went to work at the counter on the exact opposite side to the one with the naughty teacher perched on it. She heard them opening and closing drawers and cupboards, rattling things around, and flipping through a notebook. Siphrah was safe from discovery, but not for long. With her left hand keeping her body stable, her right carefully reached for the paper towel dispenser and pulled out a brown, coarse towel. This she folded around her hand and slipped into the gap between her thigh and the rim of the sink. She carefully dabbed herself dry, then let go of the towel. She could hear it being soaked into mush in the sink, into which a stream of water from the faucet was still running. Next she brought her legs up until her heels were resting on the work station across from the sink. With her lower body stable and her simple beige silk panties in plain sight, she used both hands to slip them back up her legs until they got to the place where the edge of the hard sink counter displaced the soft flesh of her buttocks. There was no way to lift herself off the sink and pull the panties up at the same time. She would have to stand up to do that. She brought her legs back down to where they were dangling off the counter and thought for a moment. She was hesitant to hop down. The student was making noise, but not enough that they would fail to be startled if the teacher hopped down to the floor. The nervous woman continued to weigh her options when she heard glass implements crash together loudly. She had taken her eyes off the student's indistinct silhouette, and now looked back to see an eye staring right at her through the bottom of a 500 milliliter beaker. The student saw that she saw them, and the two pairs of startled eyes locked by accident. There was a moment of complete silence. Unspeakably awkward silence. "I'm so sorry!" a male voice blurted out, sounding as desperate as Siphrah felt. She was thankful he had spoken first, because she had no idea what to say. She jumped down from the counter and swiftly reached under the back of her skirt to pull her panties back up around her bare pelvic region. In the same fluid motion, she turned the faucet off with her other hand. She was back facing the pair of eyes in a blink. "I didn't mean to spy!" the voice quickly added. "I mean, I didn't spy. I wasn't spying. I just needed to get some supplies here for my extraterrestrial...I mean extracurricular project and I didn't know what was going on and didn't know if I should say something and so I ended up watching you and...I'm sorry!" The student's outpouring helped the teacher compose herself. He was powerless and insecure, bolstering her confidence. Her body language immediately adjusted to this. Since he was still on the other side of the barrier, talking to her through gaps, she walked around to meet him face to face. He was a lanky, freckled boy with glasses, pretty much exactly what Siphrah had pictured. She looked him in the eye, intimidating him further "Please don't tell anyone," the boy finally said. "I'm already in trouble for..." The room became silent again as he caught himself and abruptly cut the sentence short. "Please don't tell!" he repeated in an even more pleading tone than before. "I won't," Siphrah said in the sort of stern voice she thought he thought she would use. Trying not to betray her anxiety, she added, "You won't tell anyone what you saw here, will you?" He was quick to comply. "Of course not! Not a word! Just give me a chance." His eyes showed that he wasn't sure if he was all the way off the hook. "Of course I will," she said with a faint smile calculated to make the boy feel like she was bending the rules out of kindness. With those words, teacher and student parted ways, and their dignity and reputations survived another school day. The novice educator picked up the pen that had supposedly brought her into the lab, and headed back to the front of the classroom with bolstered confidence and a dulcified demeanor. "Sorry that took so long," Siphrah said to the class. Then the told the students a little white lie. "I had a little conversation with one of the faculty. It turns out students are allowed restroom breaks during class." Stacy Sutton practically jumped for joy.
  9. Hello omoking here I would like to ask if you had any teachers in school who you wished to see desperate to pee and/or wetting themselves
  10. File Name: Omorashi blog captures August 2015 part 2 File Submitter: Cathyva File Submitted: 27 Sep 2015 File Category: Female Wetting Clips from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ August 2015. You know the concept in the meantime: short clips( 2-3 min) from Japanese desperation and wetting video's (with focus on wettings). Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, schooluniform, pants, (forced) masturbation, toilet mishaps...; schoolgirls, office ladies, ladies next door.... inside, outside Click here to download this file
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  12. File Name: Omorashi blog captures June 2015 part 2 File Submitter: Cathyva File Submitted: 06 Aug 2015 File Category: Female Wetting Clips from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from June 18 till June 26. Japanese women wetting their panties (2-3 min) Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, uniform, masturbation, toilet mishaps...; schoolgirls, ladies next door.... Some old ones, certainly some new ones as well... Click here to download this file
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    Clips from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from June 18 till June 26. Japanese women wetting their panties (2-3 min) Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, uniform, masturbation, toilet mishaps...; schoolgirls, ladies next door.... Some old ones, certainly some new ones as well...

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  14. File Name: SYO 22 File Submitter: fetishman1962 File Submitted: 16 Jun 2015 File Category: Female Wetting SYO 22 request Click here to download this file
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    I'm not sure if anyone has this video, but if someone is willing to share it would be appreciated. If someone knows where this vid can be safely downloaded, that would be helpful as well. As is the case for most of us on this forum, I am only interested in the desperation/wetting scenes. If someone has the entire vid, that would work as well. I suppose it would be good practice if I ended up having to extract the wetting scenes and post them to the site. Screenshot below
  17. File Name: Wet Teacher - HUNT-754 File Submitter: femdesp File Submitted: 31 May 2015 File Category: Female Wetting Omorashi scenes from HUNT-754. Attractive teachers are at the mercy of a student with a remote control vibrator. Various vibros are used, but all of the teachers eventually succumb to the vibe and wet themselves. Two screenshots provided for each clip. These are some of my favorite clips, and also my favorite since joining the site. I hope everyone enjoys the clips. Scene 1: White blouse, pink skirt. Very cute teacher, keeps her struggle very discreet until the very end. Scene 2: Black top, grey/white striped skirt. She is very sensitive to the vibe, and it has a noticeable effect on her. Very nice clip. Scene 3: The longest clip of the set, also featuring the cover model of the video. Attractive black skirt suit and heels. She has incredible resistance, despite a very powerful vibe used on her. Nice upskirt shots in this clip as well. This is easily one of the best of the set. Scene 4: Sexy teacher in off-white top, green pleated, knee-length skirt, black heels. She keeps her struggle discreet for a long time, but eventually her composure is overtaken by the power of the vibe. She is obviously very embarrassed when she loses control. Scene 5: Arguably the most visually and audibly stimulating clip of the entire set. White blouse, short pink skirt and black heels. The vibe is very powerful, and it is amazing she is able to resist as long as she does. Very nice cuts to upskirt views, and obvious effects every time the vibe is turned on. Scene 6: The vibe has immediate effects on this teacher. It is not long before she loses control in front of the class and wets herself. Beige skirt, white blouse. Scene 7: Orange/tan skirt, white blouse, black heels. She tries to keep her struggle as discreet as possible, but succumbs to the vibe just like the others once the stimulation becomes too much. In my opinion, one of the more attractive teachers in this set. Click here to download this file
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    Omorashi scenes from HUNT-754. Attractive teachers are at the mercy of a student with a remote control vibrator. Various vibros are used, but all of the teachers eventually succumb to the vibe and wet themselves. Two screenshots provided for each clip. These are some of my favorite clips, and also my favorite since joining the site. I hope everyone enjoys the clips. Scene 1: White blouse, pink skirt. Very cute teacher, keeps her struggle very discreet until the very end. Scene 2: Black top, grey/white striped skirt. She is very sensitive to the vibe, and it has a noticeable effect on her. Very nice clip. Scene 3: The longest clip of the set, also featuring the cover model of the video. Attractive black skirt suit and heels. She has incredible resistance, despite a very powerful vibe used on her. Nice upskirt shots in this clip as well. This is easily one of the best of the set. Scene 4: Sexy teacher in off-white top, green pleated, knee-length skirt, black heels. She keeps her struggle discreet for a long time, but eventually her composure is overtaken by the power of the vibe. She is obviously very embarrassed when she loses control. Scene 5: Arguably the most visually and audibly stimulating clip of the entire set. White blouse, short pink skirt and black heels. The vibe is very powerful, and it is amazing she is able to resist as long as she does. Very nice cuts to upskirt views, and obvious effects every time the vibe is turned on. Scene 6: The vibe has immediate effects on this teacher. It is not long before she loses control in front of the class and wets herself. Beige skirt, white blouse. Scene 7: Orange/tan skirt, white blouse, black heels. She tries to keep her struggle as discreet as possible, but succumbs to the vibe just like the others once the stimulation becomes too much. In my opinion, one of the more attractive teachers in this set.

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  21. Hello everyone! I just recently joined the site, and I'm stunned by the amount of specific personal stories studded all over the place. I like to write desperation stories and accounts, but I've admittedly never finished one... until now. This is my first story, something which I had created a long while ago on another site that has since cracked down on this topic of writing; the material is partially real and partially fiction. It's also a lengthy one, so I don't really know how long this will be when posted. The beginning's a lot of buildup of the plot; if you want to skip to "the good stuff," scroll down to the second asterisk line. It builds slowly to the climax, but I think it came out pretty well. Enjoy! ***************************************************** The sweat dripped down my forehead as I penciled in the answer bubble on my exam sheet. I took a moment to wipe my face and glance up toward the front of the room at the thermometer attached to the board. The mercury said ninety, but I knew it was wrong; it had to be much hotter than that. I groaned on the inside, wishing for even a faint breath of wind to find its way from the open window to my seat. The only thing coming through that window was the incessant twitter of songbirds and a low buzzing of a lawnmower several blocks away. Accepting my circumstances, I refocused on the exam before me. The test was a standardized, statewide assessment given to every highschooler, even to the seniors like me who, with only a few weeks of school left, had nearly quit trying completely. While the grade didn't count to our overall GPA, it did affect whether we graduated or not; that was the only reason we studied for this thing in the first place. The procedures were very strict; nothing was allowed in the testing rooms at all, no getting up from our seats with tests out, and a teacher had to be in the room at all times. The testing block was supposed to be three hours long, but the test guidelines assured us we had as much time as we needed to finish. There was no way in Hell I was going to fail this test and repeat senior year, so took my sweet time in doing it right the first time. A faint noise caught my ear, a rustling or rubbing sound I couldn't identify. I performed a quick scan around me to find out where it was coming from, and eventually pinpointed it to the exam proctor, who I'll call Ms. L. She was a beautiful woman in her late 20's I'd say, with whom I had the pleasure of spending the last semester in Economics. She was slim, sexy, and smart, and that day she was wearing a blouse, skirt, and pantyhose; the rustling was due to her rubbing her legs together producing the noise. She was sitting at the teacher's desk, a location of which I had a clear view from my own desk. She seemed to be restless, fidgeting slightly every once in a while and continuing to methodically rub her thighs together up and down, each of her high heels clicking as they touched the floor. Now by this point I had already connected the idea of female desperation to my fetish and special interest; I'd already seen several instances of genuine desperation in public and private, even one incident in particular which was - ahem - "dripping" with excitement (that's a different story). But perhaps due to the stressful nature of the exam before me, I simply didn't put two and two together, instead concluding that Ms. L was most likely anxious to escape the blistering heat of the classroom as much as we were. Still, the movements she was making were noticeably sexy, as her tan pantyhose and black skirt along with her white blouse resembled the business attire of a secretary more than a teacher's. I returned to my work before I let the mood overcome and distract me. A little while passed and the announcement from Ms. L told us we had half an hour left of official allotted time. At that point I started to worry, seeing as I was only three-quarters of the way through and still had a sizable amount questions left. Ms. L stood up from her desk, smoothing out her skirt as she observed the room. From my seat she appeared to be stepping from one foot to another in a way that hinted she was trying to suppress her movement. I was trying to concentrate on the test, I really was, but the situation was starting to perk my interest extensively. She paced around the room, observing our work it seemed to gauge how far along we were. One student a few rows away raised his hand with a question, and Ms. L walked over to him. She bent lower to hear the whispered question, but it was the way in which she performed this simple maneuver which finally alerted me to the predicament she was facing; instead of bending over at the waist as most teachers usually do, she bent almost entirely at the knees, signaling she was dealing with a filling bladder region. For a brief moment I blanked, not believing the woman who was the eye-candy of our economics class and state exam was trying her hardest not to reveal how badly she needed to pee in front of 20 or so Seniors. I had teachers in the past who would call in an aide or substitute if they really needed to go during a slow class period, but apparently this kind of test demanded all the staff they could get, so no one was available to take over for poor Ms. L. All of her motions were now crystal-clear to me: the way she wiggled her legs when standing still, followed by rubbing the front of her skirt and discreetly placing her hands over her noticeably rounder bladder region. At one point while helping another student, she bounced her bum a few times before quickly sitting down with her legs crossed in the desk behind the girl. I was hoping to see a wet desk when she stood up, but it was clean. I heard a rumble in the hallway as a teacher wheeled in a cart with Dixie cups of water to keep us hydrated during the testing block; we'd already received this opportunity about three time in the last hour, and not wanting to become dehydrated in the heat I took up the offer each time. I wasn't affected in terms of my own bladder, but Ms. L certainly didn't seem thrilled about pouring water into twenty little cups and passing them out in her state. With all these distractions, I was only able to finish about 15 questions before the time ended. Ms. L seemed to quietly breathe a sigh of relief as she announced "Pencils down please." I knew I needed quite a bit more time, as did about five other students. My anxious teacher walked around to collect the completed tests, shuffling in such a way as not to disturb her bladder. At first, I feverishly continued my work as not to prolong this test any longer than it needed to be. I assumed Ms. L would be replaced with a sub or someone else so she can relieve herself, thus making the exam uneventful once more. However, our principal was walking through the rooms where students were still taking the tests, and Ms. L somehow curtailed her holding techniques long enough to talk with him. I couldn't hear what they said, but at one point she seemed to whisper something even quieter than the rest of their conversation, to which our principal responded with a seemingly sympathetic head shake indicating "no." After announcing to us we had all the time we needed, he proceeded to leave; immediately Ms. L softly moaned and placed one hand on her bladder, the other on her skirt over her thighs. For a brief moment her eyes met mine; she blushed and returned to her desk quietly. ***************************************************** About half an hour passed by. By then I was almost finished with my last essay, and the only other student still taking the test in my room looked as if she was checking over her answers. Ms. L was continuing her feverish pee-dance seated in her desk chair, hands on her bladder and frequently wandering downward to her crotch; rocking back and forth, her face looked flushed and tired from her efforts. The other student got up to hand in her exam just as I finished my writing. She placed the papers on the pile at the front of the room and left, giving me a look as she left hinting that she knew Ms. L's situation too. The room was now dead silent apart from the constant birds chirping outside and the rhythmic squeaking of my teacher's chair as she squirmed around on it. Ms. L glanced over at me in a longing, hopeful sort of way, then realized I wasn't finished and went back to her desperation. I knew I had checked over my answers as I went through the test, so that I was completely sure of each answer I wrote down in the assessment. I could have handed in the test right then and there and still have full confidence I had the right answers. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. But I couldn't shake the consistent urgings of my mind telling me to delay my desperate teacher. I knew damn well this might be the last time I time I took a test like that; it might be the last time I could see any teacher, nevermind a hot one like Ms. L, who was genuinely about to burst. My devilish side one out, and as if on cue, she hesitatingly asked me whether I was done yet. I told her I was going to just check over my test until the end of the day (at this point there was only half an hour left of the school day anyway). Her eyes widened in shock, but her voice replied with a strained acceptance. I returned my eyes to my paper to "review my answers" while at the same time using my peripheral vision to witness the hot desperation show across the room. I decided to get a better vantage point, asking her if I could sit closer to the window (and consequently her desk) in order to catch some of the breeze. She consented, and I brought my materials over to the desk closest to her's to resume my review. From there I could note every movement of her legs and hands as she moved about while still appearing to be engrossed in my test. After a few more minutes she stood up and started to prance around next to her desk while cupping her bladder and twisting her legs around each other. The clicking of her high heels on the tile flooring was only adding to the intensity of the situation. Moving from her desk to the board and back, her path seemed to be dictated by her bladder; indeed, every move she made seemed to be devoted entirely to staying dry. I looked up at her as she glanced over at me, our eyes meeting once again. Only this time, I didn't break the gaze; she blushed a deep pink, but seemed to be beyond caring at that point. She moaned aloud and said, "I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing. It's just been such a long testing period, and I had quite a lot of water today since I last had a break. I could really use a relief but all the staff's booked." My response should have been sympathy and end there. Instead, under the unbelievably sexy circumstances I was in, I blurted out, "I know, I can tell." I waited for the reprimand, but surprisingly she smiled a sweet smile and whispered in mock surprise, "Oh wow, how could you tell?", then laughed. I joined in before she gripped her bladder and groaned, "Oh dear, I can't laugh, I can't, or I'll have an acci-..." Her eyes widened; I could tell she had her own slip of the tongue. I decided not to push it any further and went back to my test. ***************************************************** With five minutes left before the final bell, the situation had reached its crescendo. I pretended to feverishly correct an "error" in my essay as Ms. L performed the Broadway production of "Gotta Pee" right in front of my desk. Her pantyhose-clad legs, which appeared silky that close up, were entwined in ways I couldn't fathom; her hands were pressed into her skirt between her legs, and when she turned into a profile position her bulging bladder appeared squashed by her skirt. She was frantic, but I wanted to see this through. As she paced, her moaning was like musical symphonies, coordinated with each time she would lean on the desk and bend one foot into the air at the knee and do the same with the other foot a few seconds later. She would then tap her heels in that beautiful clicking movement before finally resuming her pretzel-leg actions. With about 2 minutes to go, she walked (more like waddled) over to me and asked for my paper. I feigned stress as I handed it over, and she slammed them down on her desk while simultaneously motioning with her hand for me to leave. When I didn't move, she asked me in a strained voice why I was still there. I explained that students weren't allowed to leave the room without a pass (which was true), and that if she wanted to write me one I could leave. With both her hands wedged between her legs, it took her a few seconds to actually decide whether it was worth it. Eventually she agreed, and grabbed the sticky-note pad from her desk and fumbled around for a pen. When she couldn't find one, she gave me a pleading look which compelled me to offer her mine. She scrawled a hasty pass and an even sloppier signature which was nothing more than a squiggle. In my last act of torture, I explained that teachers wouldn't admit students through the hall unless the signature of the teacher was legible (also true). Almost shaking in desperation, she corrected it and handed the note to me. In one swift motion, she collapsed into her chair and crossed her legs so tightly I could see through her pantyhose, and hands pressed into the crotch of her skirt, gripping for dear life. "Thanks Ms. L, have a good one," I managed to blurt out as I headed for the door, defeated in seeing an accident. She managed a half-hearted "you too" with her head down, then suddenly looked back at me and whispered quietly, "Before you go, could you please bring me over that trashcan by the door? I have some...um, uh... garbage I want to throw out." I swallowed hard, knowing the true reason why she wanted it. I slowly grabbed the bin as she frantically rubbed her crotch, bringing it over to her desk. She quickly placed it under her desk, offering a meek smile showing thanks as she grabbed the sides of her skirt. I turned toward the door as I saw her carefully begin to inch her skirt up her thighs. I left the room and was about to close the door behind me (the doors at our school automatically lock shut from the inside), when I instinctively went back in for one last glimpse. Even today I am so glad for that decision; I reentered to see Ms. L with her jet-black skirt hiked up around her waist, exposing her panties and pantyhose which were still on completely. Her legs were spread; with one hand she was holding the bucket underneath her crotch, the other holding the desk for support. She looked up in surprise just as a stream of golden pee poured through her panties and pantyhose into the bucket with a hiss and splash. Both of us shouted at each other at the same time; "I just needed to grab my pen!" I cried as she yelled "Look away!" I looked away of course, and the rest of it is just noise in my memories. The splatter went on and on and coincided with breathy moans and gasps from my teacher as her monstrous bladder emptied itself behind me. I offered a hasty apology as I left the room; as I pulled the door shut with a click, I heard the last few drops of pee hitting the golden lake at the bottom of the trash bin. I walked back to my locker in a dreamy state. I don't know what Ms. L did with her bucket of pee after that. I don't know what she did with her soaked panties either. But as I remember that day ever since, I always like to believe that my teacher enjoyed her desperation as much as her student enjoyed watching it. ***************************************************** Again, this is my first ever desperation story. I'm therefore extremely new to all this in terms of writing, so let me know how I can improve upon this little experiment in fiction -- or even suggest some topics you would like me to dream up next... thanks!
  22. File Name: JAV Teacher Desperation & Wetting File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 04 Jun 2014 File Category: Skirt Wetting The wetting scene from JAV JKJ-5069. A teacher grows desperate and wets herself in a skirt, panties and pantyhose at the blackboard. She wets a little standing, struggles some more, then squats and lets go. A long desperation but not a huge wetting. The rest of the movie this is cut from is all naked peeing or sex. Good picture quality. Click here to download this file
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    The wetting scene from JAV JKJ-5069. A teacher grows desperate and wets herself in a skirt, panties and pantyhose at the blackboard. She wets a little standing, struggles some more, then squats and lets go. A long desperation but not a huge wetting. The rest of the movie this is cut from is all naked peeing or sex. Good picture quality.

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  24. Hey guys! I posted on my latest thread that I would make a fiction story based on my first encounter of omorashi (which you can read at https://omorashi.org/topic/19617-what-got-you-into-omorashi/) and here is the first chapter of it. First of all, though, I said I would exaggerate it. Well, to turn it into a full fiction series, it needed more than a little exaggeration, so it's basically a completely different story, but the setting's there! *****Chapter 1***** 8:00 am. "Oh crap, I'm gonna be late for school!", thought Hannah as she jumped out of bed, threw off her pyjamas and quickly got into her school uniform, first putting on her panties, then bra, then black socks, white shirt, tie, black and tight skirt, high heel shoes, finally blazer. She quickly made herself some toast and ate it, then had a large glass of water to wash it down. Then she put on her schoolbag and rushed out of the house. "I have no time for the toilet, I can't miss this bus!", (I know, I know, how original, get up late, glass of water, no time for bathroom, etc.). She rushed down the street, and arrived just in time for the bus to see her and let her on. "Hannah!", she heard a voice call out. She looked up to see her best friend, Emily, had saved a seat for her. "Hi Emily!", Hannah greeted. "I totally thought you were gonna bunk off today and miss the maths' test!" "Oh shit! I completely forgot about the maths test!", said Hannah. "You are screwed, Hannah," said Emily unsympathetically, "people are saying it's really hard." "Oh great!", said Hannah, now fearing the worst. Morning classes flew by. Hannah and Emily ate their lunches together and gossiped about their other friends. Near the end of their lunch break Hannah felt a sudden urge to pee, but suppressed it by squeezing her thighs together. "Meh, I'll just ask to go at the start of class.", she thought. She had failed to remember what her next class was. An hour and a half of maths. A maths test. With the strictest teacher in school: Miss McShane. She only realised this once the bell had rung and she began to make her way there. "Oh well, I can hold it.", she thought naïvely. "All right, take your seats, class.", said Miss McShane. "As you all know, you have a test today on all the topics we've done so far this year, so I expect that you'll all have revised well in order to get good grades. Or, at least, what you slackers call good grades! Now, in order to get your concentration levels up, I have brought you all a bottle of water each, in the hope that it will minimise the amount of marks that you fail this test by!" "Really?", Adam thought to himself. "Really, Miss McShane? Not everyone in this class are fails! I got an A star in my last test! Oh well." Hannah was pissed off too, but for a different reason altogether. "I don't know how good my bladder's gonna hold up after I drink this." "Hurry up!", barked the teacher. "You're wasting time! Time that could be used on doing your test!", as if she hadn't told them to drink the water. Once they had all drunk the water, the papers were given out. Hannah remembered some of the stuff, but most of the topics were a distant memory. "How did I manage to forget about this stupid test!", she inwardly cursed herself. The others in the class weren't doing much better either, apart from one person. "Yes, this is easy!", thought Adam. Just under half an hour left, and Adam was done. "If, by some miracle, you people are finished, you should check over your paper!" Miss McShane bellowed. "Nah, I think I'll give that a miss!", Adam thought. He sat for a few minutes, becoming quite bored, when he suddenly had a thought. "Hey, I wonder if Miss McShane's water is working their magic on anyone!", he thought. "Nope. Nope. Nope. Eh, maybe.... Nah. No. No. N... hey hey!" He thought as he noticed Hannah. She had her legs crossed and was wiggling and bouncing them about like mad. "I think I've just found one good thing about being in Miss McShane's class!" "Ooohhhh, come on, come on, come on!", Hannah whispered to herself, willing herself on. She had now completely given up on her maths test. She knew she was going to fail anyway. If she did try, she would only frustrate herself even more, and she also couldn't afford to shift concentration away from her need to pee. She really had to go, but took comfort in the fact that there was only fifteen minutes left. But she knew that, in that time, her bladder would become even fuller and simply crossing and wiggling her legs would not be enough to suppress her need. As the minutes passed, she began to think that she mightn't be able to hold on, so she put her hand up. "What?" asked Miss McShane. "Miss, may I please use the bathroom?", Hannah asked, in the most innocent voice she could manage. "No!", Miss McShane shouted immediately. "You know the rules, young lady! No bathroom breaks, especially during tests!" "But Miss," Hannah started, then whispered "it's an emergency." Luckily for Adam, he had good hearing. "I don't care if your kidneys are about to burst, no going to the bathroom in my classes!!!" Hannah sighed, resigning herself to having to wait it out for ten more minutes. Meanwhile, any doubts that Adam may have had had now been fully erased. Hannah was in dire need of a bathroom. Two more minutes to go, but that just seemed to make Hannah all the more desperate to release the pent-up urine inside of her, and she had now added tightly grabbing her crotch with her dominant right hand to the long list of techniques she had tried to make her need go away. But none of them had worked. "Okay, class, leave your papers on this desk and get out of my classroom.", Miss McShane boomed. Hannah got up (with difficulty), left her paper on the desk, and rushed out of the room, trying to make her way to the bathroom, past the other students in her class, before she was stopped by Emily. "Hey, Hannah, where you going?", she asked. "The gym's this way!" (the gym is where they go to wait for the buses, by the way) "Oh, I'm just going to the -" "Oh, I almost forgot!", Emily interrupted, "You have to see this meme I saw on 9gag!" Hannah and Emily got on their bus (which, conveniently, was twenty minutes late) and started chatting about things they had seen on Facebook. Or, rather, Emily did. Hannah, on the other hand, could not concentrate on anything other than not leaking into her panties. How Emily did not notice that Hannah had her hand thrust firmly into her crotch, and had her legs crossed tightly, was an amazement to everyone else on the bus. Meanwhile, she continued to rabbit on. "I mean, can you believe her?" "No." "She can't talk to me like that!" "No!" "She jus-" "No. No! No, please NO!!!" But it was too late. Hannah's time was up. A loud hissing could be heard as the entire bus fell silent. That hissing was soon followed up by the soft noise of piss dripping from Hannah's crotch, and onto the seat and floor. Emily sat with her jaw dropped. She stared at Hannah in shock and utter disbelief. Before bursting out laughing. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, you totally just pissed yourself, Hannah!" She then continued to mock a red-faced Hannah until she couldn't take it anymore. She burst into tears and ran to the back of the bus, which was empty. Emily continued to gossip about what had just happened to her other friends, but Adam quietly slipped away from the group, and went over to the back of the bus to see Hannah. "Hannah... are you okay?" "*sniff* I think so. My dad'll kill me." "Well, my stop's just coming up, so if you want to have a shower and change of clothes there..." "Oh my gosh, thank you so much! Mwah!", she kissed him on the forehead. So, as you can see, completely unidentifiable from my original story, but nevertheless, please post feedback, positive or negative, or any suggestions/requests you might have.