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[fortherides]

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"this archive is confusing"

I like omorashi, scat desperation, orgasm delay/denial/control, bathroom control, bladder torture, pain, dacryphilia, bondage/shibari, and sounding or plugs in general. I don't like incest, watersports, golden showers, exhibitionism, humiliation/degradation, actual scat (touching etc), consuming bodily waste, emeto, eprocto, noncon (incl. cnc), AB/DL, or age play. so in case it isn't clear, I'm a sadistic control freak and you will probably only find sadistic control freak adjacent reblogs on here

[thatbastard56]

waking up to a firm log of shit poking out of my hole and sucking it back in

[squirmywet]

sitting in a class and the person a few seats down from you keeps whimpering softly and at first youre like. ughhhhhhh Imm trying to pay attention and you make exasperated eye contact with the people in between you and then you start to notice the person whimpering is bouncing and crossing their legs and looking like they might actually cry and then you hear the soft splatter of liquid hitting the floor. and all of you are watching

[deerinurheadlights]

her making me drink a lot of water and then telling me i’m not allowed to use the bathroom until i cum x amount of times and struggling trying my best to hold it while she overstims me.

[grossandscared]

there’s really just something so hot about bathroom control and getting forced to have accidents…having to ask pretty please can I go potty please I have to go and being denied…told to lay face down ass up while they play with you while your desperate….

[floridafilthytlc]

Making her hold in her pee then pressing on her stomach while you’re inside her telling her she better hold it.

[clench-it-for-me]

Final update on the recent huge poop holding project:

It's day 7 of holding, and I finally got the privacy to take a dump in peace. A HUGE relief. I felt like a proud artist when I looked at my creation in the toilet, haha.

It's been a while since I held it for this long. My rectum and colon really weren't used to it anymore. Day 5 to 7 were very uncomfortable. Most of my pants, even the stretchy ones, were too tight. So I spent most of the day in my room chilling in just my underwear, lol. Surprisingly, I wasn't even that desperate. I only occasionally (~3 times daily) has to clench my ass and tighten my pucker to prevent the hold from coming out. So this hold was quite easy on my anus, but not on my large intestines. They were SO full... My pelvis was bulging from the fullness. I could even see the outlines of my intestines. To stay comfortable, I even had to adjust the way I breathe. Breathing through my chest, while trying to keep my belly big and wide, so my intestines won't have to suffer from the pressure of my abs. On day 6, I even had to walk with my belly forward, and my back slightly arched, probably looked very silly, lol. Long story short, this poop hold made me feel like some huge poop-packed balloon.

I did feel quite sexy, walking around with a massive brown secret hidden inside. I also spent a lot of time in my room, during which I like to do weird and taboo-related stuff. While family walked through the house, I sometimes squatted while naked in the corner of my room, to let my musky hole gape and stink up the air. It feels naughty and thrilling to do these things when others are moving through the house. They're oblivious and clueless to the nasty things I do in my room. I also like to pretend to take a poop in my room, as a naughty little roleplay with myself. I would squat down and strain, until the turd was close to the exit, and then tensing my anus to let the heavy turd rest there on the tightly clenched exit. I honestly kind of regret not having done any "accidents". I kept fantasizing about dropping a nugget directly on the floor, but I was too pussy to actually follow through with my plan. 😅

But anyway, today it's finally out. Phew...

When I sat down on the toilet for the release, I didn't have to strain much. The first 20 cm of turd started slowly sliding out, which happened quite smoothly. I was well hydrated during this hold, so I didn't become constipated. It did get slightly stuck near the middle of the length, but my body involuntarily pushed with a lot of force. After a few more crackles, the heavy turd plopped down into the bowl. It was immediately follow up by the other half of the turd, which felt a bit softer and warmer. It was like a smooth, thick snake. Before it fell on top of the first turd, it plopped against the side of the toilet bowl, sliding down and leaveing a brown smear. And at last, I slowly pushed out the few leftover little turds.

I sat on the toilet for a few more minutes, appreciating the way my scent already dominated the windowless bathroom. Wish I had a submissive boyfriend who will beg me to let him bust a nut on my huge turd. It really is a cum-worthy masterpiece.

[pr3ttypunisher]

“you’re doing so good, baby” [while edging you and occasionally pressing on your bladder just to watch you struggle with both]

[jesteromo]

Begging my dom to let me have a piss before bed after they've forced glass after glass of water down me. Being scolded for asking and told that I'm just a toy, toys don't need to use the bathroom. Lying there beside them in bed, their hands lightly cupping my lower stomach. Feeling them give my bulging bladder an occasional delicate press that makes me hiss through my teeth and wriggle my hips. Straining everything to try and last til morning when they might be generous enough to give me permission for the toilet at last. Unable to sleep because I know I'll wet their sheets if I let myself drift off. Just stuck holding for hours, hands between my thighs, aching and bursting but too devoted to disobey.

[ethereal-goats]

I still don’t think I’m into scat scat, but I think I’ve seen the light on wider forms of bathroom control.

Everyone knows really needing to go makes your tummy hurt, and I’ve shown a propensity for that. I obviously like feeling or someone else feeling overly full and desperate, so it checks that box. Where bathroom control differs from number 1 and 2 is more in the tangibility of it for me. Idk if its just because piss is liquid, but there’s a fickle-ness there. It’s easier to pee secretly than poop, so the stakes are instantly higher. Similarly, it’s a little easier to stop once you’ve started, at least so long as you’re not to the point of losing full control either side.

Idk bro, especially in some sort of set up where someone is dictating when another person can go. Rubbing someone’s tummy when it starts cramping, but still making them force themselves to ignore the urge to empty out. Being able to have the intensity ramp up for days instead of just hours. Self imposed holds and having to pause every now and then because your stomach is in knots and you can literally feel everything pushing down. The way your belly starts to feel idly upset because you’re ignoring it, all heavy and tight and firm. Visible bloat. Being able to modulate intensity at will with extra fiber, gentle laxatives, or imodium.

[deadpooldomme]

Him focusing so hard on not cumming that he cant even respond to my questions anymore. Does it feel good, puppy? You are such a good boy for me, do you know how adorable you look right now? You’re not gonna cum are you? And all you get back are desperate whines 🫠🫠🫠

[yozi-porn]

DRAWING THINGS IM ACTUALLY INTO IS REALLY EMBARRASSING I AM ACTUALLY PROUD OF THIS BUT I AM TOO EMBARRASSED TO SEND IT TO MY FRIENDS

[jordanswitches]

i just wanna be so mean to him like i want to have him lie down all cute and nervous and spread his thighs so i can lay between them and suck him off and run my fingers over his cock for hours while he gasps and stutters out moans and tells me he's gonna cum and i just don't fucking let him

[raincloudholds]

Edging on my hands and knees this morning moaning "I can hold it, I can hold it" so desperately you'd think I was about to piss full-force into the mattress. Soo neeeeedyy hhhhnnn I keep getting too close, I'm putting myself on no-touch nn nn nh

[justanox]

I was scrolling on twitter and I saw an amazing video of someone being overstimulated to the point of not being able to cum anymore, and just pissing himself,

And this vision? Amazing

Just the act of bringing someone over the edge again and again and again, just toying with them, that's already amazing,

But knowing that you pushed them so much, toyed with them so much, that their minds are gone, and that even their bodies can't function properly, straining so much to get something out that they end up pissing themselves, spurts after spurts, staining either the bed, the chair, even their own clothes,

All restraints gone,

Just pure bliss, brought by your own hand

The humiliation, the lack of control,

The pure trust

I just love it,

I'll need to get myself a pet to do this to,

Or a Dom to do this to me 🥰

The link <- beware it's porn turn your volume down 😌 (I don't remember if it was this one specifically but you can always scroll on their page)

[cynthia0mo]

of course, women peeing a lot and having a thick stream is an absolute classic. but i'm currently fantasising about men hissy peeing...

imagine a guy who has been holding all day. maybe he didn't have enough time for his regular morning pee, instead opting to pee once he got into the office. but, duty calls, and he's met with task after task at work.

hours pass, and the man's control is slipping. legs crossed, hand gripped on himself like a vice, making stupid mistakes. whenever he seemingly gets a quiet moment, he stands, ready to make a run for it and pee into anything remotely similar to a urinal, and instantly gets another task to do. it's torturous.

it's nearing the end of the work day, and the man's boxers are already a little damp. he leaked a few times about half an hour ago whilst on a phone call, and he still can't get away from his desk - his boss seemingly can't see the tears in his eyes. he's never been this desperate in his life.

soon enough, he's off the clock: exhausted, in pain, so fucking desperate. as he stands from his desk, another leak hits his cotton boxers. he has no choice but to rush to the toilets.

alas, they are out of order.

either: the man ducks into an alleyway, bladder muscles fluttering with weakness and desperation. he's no longer able to hold for so long due to his age. he pulls himself out and instantly pees heavily onto the ground. his stream is shooting in different directions, hissing loudly - so much so that he has to stop and start as to not draw attention to himself. it's making a giant puddle around his feet, trickling down the alleyway for everybody to see.

or... the man tries to make it home in time. unfortunately for him, he loses it only 2 minutes into his walk back, weak with need. his urine shoots out into his boxers and smart work trousers, staining them permanently. the hissing coming from him is intense, and he's too weak to duck away somewhere to take himself out, finish off, save himself from the humiliation. he stands there, maybe in the middle of the busy city street, keeled over, drooling, whilst passer-by's stare at him disapprovingly (especially if others are as desperate...)

[omorashisideblog]

Today I am thinking about: an office worker who heads to the men's room like any other day, but before he gets there one of the managers - an older man - brushes past him with a quick apology. When the worker walks into the bathroom the manager is at the closest urinal, hand braced against the wall while he pisses like a broken fire hydrant. He briefly thinks "wow he needed to go," but then takes care of his own business and washes his hands. It's not until he's pushing the door open that he realizes the manager is still peeing.

How much was he holding? How long was he holding?

The worker can't stop thinking about it. His desk is in view of the manager's office door, it's easy to keep an eye on it and see how often the guy visits the men's room. The answer is: rarely, if ever. Nearly every single day the worker has seen him get up, start walking toward the bathroom, only to be stopped by a worker or another manager who needs him for something. Once, it happened three times in a row. There's been more than one day where the manager doesn't get to visit the bathroom a single time that the worker sees.

One day the worker tries to keep pace with him. He subtly keeps an eye on how much coffee the manager is drinking, how many bottles of water he goes through to keep his throat moist during phone meetings and zoom calls. The morning is all right, lunch is a bit difficult, and by the last hour the worker is so desperate that he has to give up and go piss just so he can actually do his job. As he's on his way back to his desk, extremely relieved, he sees the manager excuse himself from a phone call and practically sprint to the bathroom with his hands already reaching for his belt.

How long can he go on like this, cutting it so close? Surely he knows this is dangerous. Surely one day he won't make it.

A few days later the worker happens to head past the manager's office while his door is open, and he gets a wild idea. He offers to get the manager another coffee on his way back. Seemingly without thinking about it, the manager says sure, thanks.

It's cruel, but the worker can't help it. He has to see what happens.

And so he keeps this up, offering to fetch coffee or water or anything. It doesn't make a huge difference, but he definitely sees the manager slightly more red-faced every time he's interrupted. Someday it will happen. Someday...

The day comes without warning. The worker hasn't even gotten the manager an extra beverage today, they've both been so busy. But he's made a habit of watching the manager every time he gets up, so he still sees it when - only fifteen minutes from the end of their day - the manager leaves his office with a stiff stride and a particularly serious expression.

Before he can make it far another manager stops him, a woman, showing him something on a tablet. They stand there and talk for several minutes and the worker can't hear what it's about, but he sees the manager's brow keep furrowing, sweat shining on his forehead. Sees him start to bend at the waist, move his legs to keep his knees together. Once, he visibly winces and bites his lip.

And then it happens. A dark stain starts spreading at his crotch, streaking down his leg. The manager grabs himself and says something to the woman, an apology or an excuse, and starts walking as quickly as he can down the hallway. The worker can't help but stare as he passes, at the liquid clearly pouring between his fingers as he pisses hard into his suit pants. By the time he gets to the men's room he's peed so much that his pants can't soak it up and he's left a few damp spots on the carpet.

The woman manager looks confused but not shocked, so maybe she somehow didn't notice - too focused on the tablet. It seems like the worker is the only one who knows exactly what just happened.

He's got his phone out and he's already searching for the nearest department store to buy a new pair of pants as he heads for the men's room himself. If he gets on the manager's good side, maybe he won't notice how eager the worker is to help him... Or ask for details... Or get him another drink.