some of you have been curious about my piss kinkā¦
i donāt really know how it developed..only that it did, and that itās something iāve learned to love.
you know how iāve said iām a switch, maybe 30ā40% of the time? this is one of those kinks where i like being on both ends.
i know it isnāt everyoneās cup of tea, and itās never something iād force, pressure, or even ask for if it crossed a soft or hard boundary. consent above all, always. itās not something i need to feel fulfilled..but it is something i deeply enjoy.
i've made a few posts already about dacryphilia (becoming aroused to the sight/idea of making someone cry, in a very consensual + sexual way of course!!)
which is a kink that requires a lot of trust, and vulnerability.
like crying, thereās something incredibly vulnerable about desperationā¦ about holding. about trusting someone enough to let them guide you through it without ever taking your choice away. i like encouraging someone to stay hydrated, reminding them to drink water, checking in, asking them to tell me when they start to need the bathroom. it starts small, you can hold it for ten more minutes.
youāve held it before.. itās not that bad, right?
maybe you remember other times youāve held it on long car rides, trying not to squirm in the backseat while your legs pressed together, counting down the minutes until you could finally get to a bathroom. or those times when you were at a crowded event, or stuck somewhere for longer than you expected, and you thought you couldnāt wait another second.. but you did. and you were fine. you made it.
and now itās here, with me. and it feels different somehow. the urgency, the pressure, the way your body is becoming aware of itself in a new way. but underneath it all, the same thing is true: you can do this. youāve done it before. youāve proven to yourself that youāre capable, that your body can handle more than you sometimes give it credit for.
maybe i offer you juice. or a soda. only if you want, of course. i always want it to feel like an invitation, never a demand. i say it sweetly, encouraging, while i know your body is becoming more aware of itself with every passing minute.
an hour passes. then two.
i can see it now.. how you fidget, how your legs press together, how your body gives you away before you even say anything. youāve never held this long before. you can feel the pressure, heavy and insistent, and thereās something intimate about letting me see you like this. iām in awe.
i cradle your face. kiss you softly. tell you how brave youāre being, how proud i am of you. you can hold a little longer, baby. i believe in you.
i love the way you let yourself be guided. the way you let me reassure you over and over that youāre safe, that youāre doing well, that iām here with you the entire time. itās about being present with someone right at the edge of what they can handle, without ever pushing them past what they choose.
i promise we can stop anytime. if you say the word, iāll stop immediately. iāll hold you, kiss your face, tell you how proud i am of you for holding as long as you did. thereās no failure here. there never is. only choice.
youāve never held this long before. but you can feel it. pressing. what if i feel it.. what if I finger you, and press on your bladder at the same time..? itāll feel different. i want it to be a good different. something youāve never considered before but the moment it happens, you think to yourself āi like thisā
thereās a fullness about the way my fingers feel inside of you, curled, unrelenting. one youāve never felt before, one youāre not sure about how you feel now.
fullness turns into need.
the way my fingers feel rubbing your clit, while your eyes become hazy, and your movements become sloppier, less focused, the sensation of feeling my touch and the urge to pee feel similar now.
if you want to keep going, eventually.. no matter how hard you try to hold it, youāre going to end up leaking a little on my fingers baby.
iāve been getting you closer and closer, becauseā¦ i love how desperate youāve become. youāre not sure whether or not youāre desperate to cum, or desperate for relief.
i donāt want you to cum that easily.
i want you to stop holding.. to let yourself leak a little on my fingers. itās something youāve never done before, I know. but.. i promise itāll relieve some of the pleasure youāre feeling. and itāll be so much easier for you to cum after, baby.
