Pet play omo where your pet has to wait for you to come home from work to get their relief. They want to be a good pet, so they always hold it. By the time you walk in the door they're whining and shaking, and you let them outside to relieve themselves like a good pet.
But today they need to be punished, and you know exactly how you want to do that. you have them drink an extra doggy bowl of water before you even leave, and then you add a full liter of fluids to their daily supply. "This better all be finished by the time Master gets home, pet."
They whine and whimper, knowing what this means, but they don't argue. Little do they know, that's only half the punishment. After work ends, you got out with a few coworkers for drinks. By the time you're home, instead of 5:30, it's 7pm.
You come inside and your pet is already at the door, having heard you come in. They're whimpering and whining, cheeks wet with tears. "Why aren't you on all fours, pet?" You taunt.
They're crying, hands digging into their crotch, desperately trying to hang on. They can't crawl on all fours because they need their hands to hold, and you know it. But you play dumb. "Get on your paws, pet."
Crying and begging, apologizing for being a bad pet and promising they'll never ever be bad again, they slowly pry their hands away. They gingerly and tenderly get up on their hands and knees. Their knees are pressed tightly together, hips wriggling and bouncing.Ā
"Show me your belly."Ā
They collapse down and show you their tummy. Their swollen, bulging bladder protruding out between their hips. You reach down and start petting them there.Ā
"What is it, pet? I thought you loved belly rubs?"
Iām staying so hard to hold, but Iām getting undeniably squirmy at this point. I can pee whenever I want, but then I have to stop touching myself and I canāt come under any circumstances. Those are the rules Iām imposing on myself this time. ļæ¼
Itās gotten to the point where I leak if I get too close to coming. Not allowed to tease my fingers anymore. Iām lightly teasing my dick with a very soft bristle brush.
Iām staying so hard to hold, but Iām getting undeniably squirmy at this point. I can pee whenever I want, but then I have to stop touching myself and I canāt come under any circumstances. Those are the rules Iām imposing on myself this time. ļæ¼
Itās gotten to the point where I leak if I get too close to coming. Not allowed to tease my fingers anymore. Iām lightly teasing my dick with a very soft bristle brush.
Iām staying so hard to hold, but Iām getting undeniably squirmy at this point. I can pee whenever I want, but then I have to stop touching myself and I canāt come under any circumstances. Those are the rules Iām imposing on myself this time. ļæ¼
Itās gotten to the point where I leak if I get too close to coming. Not allowed to tease my fingers anymore. Iām lightly teasing my dick with a very soft bristle brush.
Iām staying so hard to hold, but Iām getting undeniably squirmy at this point. I can pee whenever I want, but then I have to stop touching myself and I canāt come under any circumstances. Those are the rules Iām imposing on myself this time. ļæ¼
someone getting edged and when the stimulation gets taken away straining so hard to cum they piss themself š¤ someone getting edged and straining so hard to fight their impending orgasm they piss themself
Imagining a medfet scene where a doctor convinced me they need to stretch my foreskin for my tdick to grow and then give me a 30 minute slow, teasing tutorial on how to do it properly ļæ¼
storytime. (Iām high rn and was also high last night so hopefully this retelling doesnāt sound weird. itās about my hold yesterday)
so last night I got high and decided to go for a walk. Before I left the house I had ended up holding in my morning tea until I was desperate, and I mean eye watering teeth floating desperate, but used the toilet before leaving. I then walked around my neighborhood for like 2 hours, high listening to Steven Universe lofi and watching the light through the trees and brick. I didnāt have to pee, but I did have a Diet Coke and then a green tea while I was out. I was thirsty.
I was thirsty still when I got home. Two waters added in. Cut to 40 minutes later, Iām fidgeting. Iām feeling it. The drinks. The trickle. The fill. I decide I should go back out and take my bladder for a walk. Itās nighttime now, so Iām a little protected by the dark, but there are still house lights and streetlights and people walking about. My bladder jostles around apprehensively inside me as I walk along the sidewalk, keeping my pace normal, everythingās normal here! I donāt need to pee!
I need to pee.
I pause, cross my legs casually by a tree, take a deep breath. Ok. Iām ok. I donāt need to pee. I start walking again.
Another block and then -
I need to pee.
Pause, casual leg squeeze, deep breath. I. I donāt. Need to pee. I start walking again.
Iām walking faster now, my bladder hurrying me along. I continue to deny it. Yes, Iām going home now, yes, but donāt think that means Iāll use the toilet when Iām back. No no, for having to go home before I was done my walk, I donāt get to use the bathroom. I just get to hold it in private now.
I make it home dry, hips wriggling as I lock up. Ok, ok Iām home now. And I still donāt get to pee. I get to just hold it. And hold it. And hold itā¦.
Iām frantic. Iām grappling at my belly, lifting and squeezing and squishing my bladder, my own tickly fingers sending electric shocks through the trembling organ. Urine pinches at the sensitive walls of my bladder and I moan, stripping into nothing, just me and a towel. I stay upright, legs apart. I tell myself to just hold it, itās just piss you can handle it. Itās just Diet Coke and green tea and water and water-
You know what? Why donāt I go show myself what Iām not allowed to have. I go into the bathroom, and do a fake pee. Iām standing. Iām arching. Iām on the brink. I start tugging myself, flicking my tip with each stroke. I relax. Iām ok. Iām ok, I donāt have to go anymore. I made the feeling go away. Iām ok to leave the bathroom, I donāt need it. I go back to my towel.
A little time passes, Iām reading fics where guys have to hold their piss for a long time, through a whole day at the mall, or out on a hike. I have to hold it just like them. Which I can, now that I donāt feel it as much now - oh. Oh. Oh I read a story where a desperate boy is at the movie theater watching pirates on the ocean, and my bladder surges, my own ocean inside me reminding me STRONGLY that it is still here.
My thighs squish together and I bend into a curtsy as a first drop of pee trickles down to my tip. I grind and groan and breathe until the urge dies down and I can straighten up again. Phew. I held it in.
More time passes and I watch videos of other guys getting to pee, one in a urinal with his stream pitter pattering against the porcelain, another with his dick in a water bottle, filling it up with hot bubbling piss. Itās loud. Itās on loop, incessant relief incessant sound I canāt, I canāt!!
I crumple into myself, jiggling on the spot. Iām desperate! I have to pee now, right now!
Ooooh, but Iām not allowed! Iām not allowed to go! But I have to! I start panicking, thinking about where else I could pee that isnāt the toilet. I quiver into one corner, wishing it was an outdoor wall that I could just gush onto, fat drops of pee spilling out of me -
Iām shaking, my bladder thundering with need. I canāt go here! I canāt pee! I have to hold it! I have to contain myself! I manage to pry myself away from the wall and back to my towel. The videos are still playing, more and more guys getting to pee. Getting to pee in their pants, in the shower, in the toilet... Iām not allowed to pee anywhere. Iām going to explode. I hop from foot to foot, panting. Iām going to pee. Iām gonna loose it. Iām Iām Iām tugging myself again, oh god please donāt let me loose it, I can hold it, I can hold it in. I take a deep breath. I can hold it. I stand back up straight and lift my arms in the air.
Within minutes Iām writhing again, dick trembling as it struggles to contain the pounding river of pee pulsing inside it. Stay standing! Arms up! Donāt give in! Hold it!
I hold it. I collapse to my knees. I knead and shake and rock and moan. Itās too much! Itās too much pee! I canāt take it!! My bladder tingles, making my spine arch, little sparkles tickling up my back and neck. I fall on all fours, trembling.
I canāt hold it! I cry. I canāt hold it anymore. Iām bursting. I have to pee. Oh god I have to pee so badly. I imagine being stuck in this perpetual state of desperation, body strung so tightly Iām seconds away from bursting, nerves on fire. I canāt hold it and spurt for 3 seconds onto the towel.
I mewl and rock back and forth, my body in terrible ecstasy from the effort of stopping the leak. But I stop it, and I calm down. A little came out, thatās fine. It was just a little. And now I can hold the rest!
Spoiler: I couldnāt hold the rest, I tugged until I felt my orgasm and an accident crest over me and rushed to the bathtub where I exploded all of it all over that porcelain instead.
Woosh! āØšŖ A magic curse! You must cum at least once every 24 hours or else you'll just finish at the 24hr mark involuntarily, no matter where you are or what you're going. Every orgasm resets the 24hr timer. How do you like your new cursed life?
Timing so that it happens in your sleep: oh, you poor thing, nightly ruined finishes, making a mess in your panties? Or worse, you get jolted out of sleep for it exactly too late to prevent it or enjoy yourself! How sad š¤
Timing it intentionally to set yourself up for fun: maybe try to aim for mid-play session with a friend! Or so that you're positioned for maximum humiliation, trying not to make a peep in public.
No impact on libido: maybe you think you're in the clear with a low libido, but, oops! You slipped up again because you so rarely think about jerking off, and now you're cumming handsfree, confused for a split second before the rushing dread of inevitability that feels better every time...
Slightly off 24hr timer: how much of a nightmare would 20 or 16 hours be? One slip up and suddenly you realize with sinking terror, doing mental math in the middle of a work meeting, realizing you're seconds away from embarrassing yourself unless you can hide your tells!
Eroticize that general forgetfulness: well, I love a confused little pet! Did you forget to get off earlier and now you're paying the price? I'll just enjoy the show while I tease you for being so needy and easy as you whine in embarrassment! Maybe I'll force another finish out of you right after, too, just for fun š„°
pulling a sub's pants down after a few hours of holding and forcing him into a harness with an stp prosthetic, making him all giddy with relief and excitement, seeing his muscles relax and eyes light up. thank you, sir, thank you thankyouthankyou rolling off his tongue as he's already adjusting the harness, believing this is the time I finally let him pee. only to pull his briefs and jeans right back up and grope his bulge, taking over his excitement because im about to witness him wetting himself like a man
Ooooof so they didnāt actually need me to pre in a cup so I just sat there squirming and waiting for my shots to be over before sheepishly asking for a restroom.
I had one big leak walking down the hallway because I couldnāt hold or squirm at all but not enough to show through my thick undies.
I had my gf come pick me up because I was too embarrassed and weak to walk home and despite having JUST peed she had me squirting in minutes on the car ride home š
Whew soooooo relieved. Weāre home now cuddling and eating food she made :3
