i love your princessposting so much i want to get in a cute maid outfit and do chores for you while iām bursting to pee and you keep offering me drinks that iām too polite to decline
anon you see the vision. it makes me so happy that there are people enjoying the princessposting!!! it. feels really nice. royalty, divinity, these kinds of roles seem to suit me now that i know how much pleasure and how much service i deserve.
what good maid would turn down a cup of tea from the princess? i mean, sure, you're bent over in compromising ways that press on your bladder between drinks due to the chores you have to do. and sure, the royal maids have a truly inhumane bathroom schedule. and sure, you missed your pee in the morning today just to make it to your post dressed properly on time. and sure, now it's afternoon tea, and the princess just gave you a cup, and you drink it for her because it would be rude to refuse and is.
is she pouring more tea for you? she's not even supposed to pour the teaāthat's the maid's jobābut here she is, refilling your cup, a cute smile on her face but you'd swear there's something evil lurking behind those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. and your bladder is screaming and you know you won't get to see a toilet you're authorized to use until you're off duty this evening and you know the line to use the maids' toilets is always long at shift change because everyone is bursting all at once and how are you going to make it through this hour let alone until the end of your shift andā
she's behind you. while you were busy starting to freak out the princess walked behind your seat and a. are. her hands? on your bladder?? the princess is. touching you?? act natural keep it together this is a beautiful moment don't mess this up
"now dear," she says, so close to your ear and so gently you can feel her breath, the honey-sweet tone she's taking sending a nervous shiver down your spine, "brace yourself for me."
and she presses down on your bladder with her dainty fingers. mercilessly. you're clinging on for dear life, trying harder than you've ever tried to just. keep. it. in. you leak a little, andāas though she can somehow tellāshe stops, walks back around, refills your tea, and gives you that same smile.
"go on, have a cup! it's such wonderful tea, it would be a waste for me not to share it!"
with a small damp patch in your underwear, and bladder muscles that are already trying to give up on you, you nod. with dignity. and drink another cup of tea.
for the rest of the day, you can feel her eyes on you, waiting to see if you break under all the added volume...