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[mp-omo]

hi you can call me MP i'm 29 and nonbinary (they/them) mostly butch/masc, I have a pussy and tits and intend to keep it that way, but I take T to look more androgynous so I also have a T dick<3 i enjoy omorashi, desperation, edging, & overstim am attracted to all genders but especially other trans people i am also very shy so i rarely reach out to people first but you are welcome to try messaging me and i may respond if i dont chicken out kind of a pillow princess, not bc i don't want to reciprocate but bc i get tired and overwhelmed easily when i do try to</3 im autistic and have chronic fatigue so I haven't had much of an irl sex life in recent years bc i feel too bad trying to get with someone knowing i wont be able to reciprocate much, but im a big fan of just watching others get off or letting them watch me, or letting them do whatever to me, im pretty submissive. i do not like scat, vomit, or severe humiliation/degradation diapers and ddlg are iffy, depends on the exact details of the dynamic.

[surrounded-bysea]

Assisted peeing is great but as someone who likes the desperation part of omo the most I LOVE assisted holding.

A dom wrapping a hand around their sub’s cock through their underwear and squeezing it, maybe putting a finger right over the spot where they know their pee hole is and pressing to make sure any drops don’t come out. The sub squirming and crying and apologizing when the drops come out anyway and there’s no way to hide it because it’s slowly getting even more warm and soaking wet where their dom is gripping onto them. They manage to stop dripping for a few minutes but when their dom removes the grip it starts again and they’re begging for their dom to grab onto them. Their dom smirks and tells them how they can’t believe that they can’t control their bladder and need someone else to help, all while reaching back towards them to help them hold again and their sub is whimpering “I’m sorry I know I can’t help it” and thanking them through their tears.

A dom encouraging their sub grind on their thigh to keep holding it in which of course makes the sub start getting super wet. So their dom asks if they’re dripping already but they turn red and admit that it’s actually how turned on their are. All the while their dom is telling them how pretty they look while desperate and they’d keep their good boy/girl full every day if it were possible. And when they eventually do let out a leak of course it’s a huge spurt and their dom smirks and says “I don’t think even I can get you THAT wet” and the sub is bright red and starts grinding even harder trying to hold back the next one.

The sub is instructed to leak for a certain number of seconds before stopping. But of course once they start they feel like they can’t stop even though they’re trying so hard to clench and squirm and cut it off. So their dom moves the sub’s hand to grasp at themselves and pinch their pee hole shut. The sub can feel the pee bursting right at the edge practically begging to come out but their dom is holding their hand in place so it can’t get out even if they forced it.

Just….. assisted holding.

[sadistic-princess]

Omg

[pisspervert-deactivated20231114]

He's been holding all day, and it's his own fault. He's been alone at home doing nothing significant but chores or playing his video games. And that just makes it more humiliating that he's brought himself to this state, just because he was too stubborn to pause and go.

He puts down his controller and tries to carefully scoot off his bed without jostling his aching bladder too much. As soon as his feet touch the floor, he realizes he can't move another step without releasing all over himself. He squirms in place, hoping the wave of desperation will pass.

But the pressure in his bladder just keeps increasing, and he can't help but bear down a little. He gasps as a hot spurt of piss hits the front of his briefs, soaking into the fabric with a taunting wetness. "No, I can't-" he whines, clutching and pinching at the tip of his dick. The urgent pangs are becoming painful, and he feels his face heat up with humiliation when he finds himself trying to justify just letting it all go.

It's healthier, right? No one would blame him if it hurts. He's just being responsible by listening to his body.

But the idea of someone finding out, finding him soaking wet in his shame, it keeps him from moving his hands away.

He keeps shuffling side-to-side but is unable to take any steps forward to find an appropriate place to release. The only thing going through his mind is a wild mantra of I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee.

Another leak forces its way out, the burst of liquid dripping down his fingers and onto the floor. The droplets falling between his feet have him closing his eyes in embarrassment. But, fuck, he can't take it anymore-

His dick gives a few twitches before a dribble comes out. He twists his legs but can't stop the twitching; his body is making up his mind for him. A bigger pulse makes the heat run down his thigh, and he whimpers as he lets go of his crotch.

"Oh, fuck, please-" he sighs as he finally just pushes. The relief and abating pressure feels almost orgasmic. The sound of the liquid hitting the floor just makes his abused bladder go even harder. His legs feel weak and wet. The burning at the tip of his dick turning from painful to a pleasant warmth.

The involuntary stream slows to a stop, but he looks down at the soaking state of his pants and bears down to get the last few spurts out. Its not like it matters now, right?

[cloudomo]

Imagine: I'm on a couch desperate to pee. You're straddling me and also have to pee, but you're in charge. As I'm squirming, struggling, and trying not to leak, you start teasingly letting out small, controlled spurts of pee into my lap, sighing and talking about how good it feels to let go.

Feeling your warmth soak through the fabric of my clothes and against my skin makes my own urge to pee explode, overwhelming me to the point that I start leaking. I moan, struggling frantically, as my desperation overpowers me, and I start peeing a warm stream into my clothes. I realize I am having an accident, and I look up at you with my mouth hanging open in a mix of shame, relief, and pleasure, completely peeing myself while you're still on top of me.

[cloudomo]

We empty our bladders and go out for drinks, no bathroom breaks allowed, and we both have to be desperate before we decide to head home. Here's the catch: we are only going to fuck if both of us make it home without having an accident.

If one of us pisses themself before we make it home, then that person has to get the other one off but isn't allowed to cum and isn't allowed to change until their partner is satisfied. If we both piss ourselves, we can get ourselves off and watch each other, but we have to do it without touching each other and with our soaked outfits still on.

[ohmyrashi]

god u guys as much as i’ve been enjoying running this blog and as hot as it is omodomming various cuties/posting abt my own holds over the Net

....man it would be so amazing to have someone to do this stuff with in person

like just the thought of actually BEING there to give someone cute a whole bunch to drink and to tell them how quickly they have to finish it and watch them drink and tease them about how bad theyre gonna have to go

and then to get to be there an hour or two later when they’re shifting their weight around and crossing their legs and bouncing in place, and to get to see the flush of embarrassment and discomfort and arousal on their face, and to hear the note of strain and need in their voice

and to have all that squirming, blushing, wide-eyed need directed at ME because i’m the one whose permission they need to get relief, and to have them first ask for permission, and then whine for it, and then beg for it, and to look them in the eyes each time and say “no.”

and to be able to touch them throughout, to reach out and tickle their side when they’re not expecting it or straddle their legs while i slowly press the heel of my hand into their bladder, but also just to be able to press them up against a wall and make out with them and run my hands all over them and press my hand up between their legs because god i cant even imagine how turned on and attracted to someone desperate id be

watching someone do the physical challenges i give them, hearing them make a little noise in their throat when i tell them to stand up with their legs apart and getting to watch those legs begin to quiver as they bite their lip and squeeze their eyes shut, telling someone they have to sit still and seeing their poor body tensed and trembling with the effort of staying in control

and of course (because you know me!) to be able to psychologically tease someone in person... picking up a mostly empty glass and swishing whats left around while i casually bring up allll the different kinds of beverages i had them drink earlier, and have they ever noticed the way coffee just runs right through you? :) or holding them in my lap when they can hardly sit still and murmuring right into their ear about the ocean of pee inside them, how swollen full they must, how they must be dying to let it gush out. being able to actually SEE their reaction when i turn on a tap to a trickle, or have them do a load of dirty dishes with nice warm water, or take them up to the bathroom to keep me company while i sit myself on the toilet and empty my bladder with a sigh of satisfaction... and then whisk them right back downstairs

and then of course, getting to be there for their relief. whether i finally kiss them on the cheek and tell them they can use the bathroom if they make it up the stairs, and i get to see them dancing in front of the toilet and ripping down their pants with trembling hands and then their whole body slumping with relief as they take an endless gushing piss that feels SO good they cant not moan... or whether they suddenly freeze in the middle of the kitchen and hunch over and gasp out “i cant—“ and i get to see the first few stuttering splatters of pee hit the floor as they fight for control, before their bladder gives in completely and lets hours of pent up pee stream down their legs to the floor and i have to help them stay upright because their legs are giving out too

and getting to take care of them after, stripping the wet clothes off of them bc theyre almost to exhausted to do it themselves, dealing with the dirty laundry and the puddle while they shower, having nice warm dry pjs ready for them to change into so we can get into bed together and cuddle while i tell them how good they did, how good they were for me, how good they are ❤️

....and folks i havent even gotten INTO my thoughts on holding for someone else

[lilyomorashi]

Tie Me, Tease Me, Tempt Me

I’m terrible at naming things. 😅 That’s just the first (bad) title that popped into my head, and I could easily have sat staring at tumblr’s grey “Title” filler text for half an hour if I didn’t go with it. Anyway:

I’m not numbering this with the snippets because… I don’t know. I’m just writing down what I’m daydreaming at the moment, and it’s completely unpolished. Sorry for the long-ish sentences. 😅 That tends to happen when I don’t edit – all of the actions that don’t have a pause end up running together that way.

Also, I keep accidentally switching into past tense – I have tried to fix that, at least, though I may’ve missed some – since it’s a pretty strong habit. I rarely write in present tense; I’m not sure why this one started like that.

Keep reading

[tumblstan]

Dinner with my Kitten

“Kitten, I’m home!”, I say as I walk into the house. I know she is around, we were supposed to go out for dinner. “Daddy!” she says as comes down the stairs to give me a hug. I love the way she wraps her arms around me to give me a big hug, her body pressing into mine. “How was your day kitten? Did you have a good time at work?” I ask, knowing she likes to tell me all that she has done through the day, even though she holds a senior position at her company. She gives me  her daily update, while I look at her appreciatively. She is still wearing the clothes I picked out for her this morning, and she looks mighty fine in them! Tonight is date night, and I was planning on keeping us out late, so I asked her if she has gone pee-pee yet. She blushes, and says not yet. “Good girl kitten, we are going to have a long night out! I would like you to wear your cute pink top, and your short black skirt. I would like my girl to be good and hold it, but its going to be a long night, so would you like me to put a diaper on you?” She blushes again, replying “I am a big girl Daddy, I can hold it!” I smile, realizing that this evening is going to be fun! I let her take her clothes out of her closet, and then I undress her slowly. I love taking the clothes of her body, watching her skin reveal itself. I put a fresh pair of panties on her, my hands tracing her hips. I don’t like her wearing a bra, so I pull her top on, playfully pulling her nipples while she squeals. I enjoy the tips of her nipples poking out of her shirt, tempting, but mine. I put her skirt on, asking her again if she wants a diaper. She refuses, saying she does not need to pee, and will be fine till after dinner. We head out for dinner, and as I drive, I steal glances over at my kitten. I like looking at her legs, smooth and bare, extending out from under her skirt and going on forever. I brush my hand against knee, watching her smile her cute smile at me, knowing she is mine. We get to our restaurant, and have a wait for our table. We buy a couple of drinks at the bar, and settle in. As I talk to her, I see her a get a little fidgety, but I ignore it. I know the evening has just begun. As I sit next to her at the bar, I tease her, and play with her hair, knowing she likes it. I love sitting next her, my knee against her thigh, contact so fleeting, yet so intimate. She leans into me, letting me hold her like the kitten that she is, and my hand ever so gently brushes the front of her top. I feel her nipples stiffen, and she notices me staring, giggling softly. I watch as she crosses her legs, and I know her bladder is getting full. She is trying to be a big girl and not complain about it, but I know the signs, and I wait patiently. “May I go pee-pee Daddy? I really have to go!” she asks, eyes lowered, midway through her second drink. “No kitten, remember, you said you would be able to hold it like a big girl!” I reply, stroking her back. At that moment our waitress comes to the bar and tells us our table is ready. I had requested a booth, and I made sure to sit next to her, just to be close to her. I loved the smell of her body so close to mine, it was something that could turn me on blindfolded. As we sit down, she slips a hand between her legs, wanting to help herself hold, but I reach down and gently move her hand back onto the table. “Now, now, kitten, be a big girl. Remember the only person you are allowed to hold when you are outside is Daddy.” She smiles and reaches over under the table and squeezes me. Her touch causes me to inhale sharply, as I react immediately, swelling in her hand. She giggles again, squeezes me harder, and puts her hand back on the table. I gently reach around and squeeze her, and I feel her thighs press together as she tries to hold her pee in. “Daddy, I really have to go, its very bad” she says, but I remind her that we just about to start dinner, and she needs to wait. She pouts, but listens to me and tries to carry on with our conversation normally. I can see her legs bounce, and I can help but be turned on even more by her predicament. I drag my fingers up her inner thigh, making her jump. “Don’t do that Daddy, I really have to pee, and you will make me pee my panties!” she complains. I smile and remind her that I told her to wear a diaper, and as she refused, so she needs to be able to hold it. As we start to eat, her fidgeting starts to get worse, and she suddenly reaches down and grabs herself. “Daddy, I am about to leak, I am sorry!” she says, looking into my eyes. I smile, and pull her to me, my hand encircling her waist, and replacing her hand on her pussy. “Daddy loves you very much kitten, and nothing will change that, you know that, right?” I ask, as I gently squeeze. She nods, trying her best to hold on, but I feel her struggling.   I pull her closer, wanting to put her on my lap and cradle her. “Its alright kitten, Daddy’s here” I whisper, my hand pushing against her bladder. I hear a small moan escape her lips, and feel her warm pee start to escape her. “I am so sorry Daddy” she says. I press harder, smiling, and I feel a second squirt hit my hand. I start to rub her pussy through her wet panties, hiding it the best I can from everyone else. She quickly covers her face with hands, because she knows anyone who looks at her will know what is happening. I listen to her breath quicken, and she drops one hand to slow me down. “Please Daddy, I will cum, please stop” she begs. “If I cum I will pee myself, and won’t be able to stop!” I move her hand over to my lap, and she automatically grabs hold of me through my pants and starts to squeeze. Knowing she is so close to letting go has made me very sensitive. I keep going, pushing her to the edge. “Please Daddy, please!” she whimpers, but as I push, she goes over the edge. I feel her body go rigid and she starts to squeeze me faster and faster. I feel the first squirt of pee, and know she is losing control. As the stream intensifies, she grips me tight and I start to cum. I quickly kiss her to hide my orgasm as I squirt into my pants feeling her pee flow into my hands. She empties her bladder as I finish, and we both look at each other and smile. I quickly drop the cash for our meal on the table, and we leave, her wet skirt clinging to her butt, me wet at the front, and the two of us feeling ecstatic!

[omg-needtopee]

W from the ABC asks?

Ooh a fantasy… I have so many ;) 

One that always comes to mind is going out with someone who knows how much I love omo. We go to a restaurant, and they order a bottle of wine, winking at me as I finish my first glass. “Don’t rush through it babe, you don’t know when you’ll be going to the bathroom next…”

I have a pretty ok time holding my bladder, but when I start to not know when I can go next (new places, airplanes, etc.) sometimes the nerves get to me. As soon as they say that, I take a mental check of where my bladder is at - and immediately panic, thinking I’m almost full. Watching the liquid flow into my glass and splash. I take a few breaths, and smile. This is going to be fun. 

A few glasses in, I now think I really am starting to feel it. My legs are starting to shake a little, a little mini pee dance in my chair. Not out of desperation, but just out of a slight discomfort. My knees are definitely squeezed together. They drop their napkin.

“Oops!” and as he bends down to pick it up, I know he’s looking at my legs under the table. How close together they are. How I’ve pulled up my skirt so the elastic isn’t over my bladder, but on my waist now, the little bulge where my fullness is sticking out.  I flush a little, and try to stop the shaking for a moment, wishing I could hold better than I could - but he and I both know that alcohol makes everything so much worse for me, and goes right through me.

When he sits back in his chair, he smiles. “You okay?” 

“Doing great,” I smile back. “How about you?” I’ve been watching him, and he’s not only had as much wine as I have, but three glasses of water - the waiter keeps refilling. He has a much higher tolerance than me, but I know this is still more than usual…and he wants to play. 

“Doing great. Let’s get the check” He gets the check and we go to leave. The second we stand up I feel my bladder send shivers. “oooh,” I wiggle my hips a little. “Just to let you know -” my voice still cracks everytime I say it, “I kinda have to go to the bathroom..but I can wait for the next place”

“Good. You’ll need to,” he says. As we leave, he pushes up close behind me as we walk out the door and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans. “Naughty boy….” I turn to him, and he presses me against the wall outside the restaurant, kissing me..and grinding into my bladder.

My panties are wet (but not from leaking..yet) as I squirm under him, feeling his cock twitch as I grind my crotch against his leg to help me hold. “I actually…really have to go…” I whisper in his ear “…and if you keep doing this…I…”

He releases me. “You might what?” he asks, playfully. As we wait for a cab, he shifts foot to foot. “You know..I kinda have to pee too…” 

“I saw you drinking all that water! I knew it. But big boys can hold it, can’t they?” I ask, casually crossing my legs (though internally, it wasn’t casual at all)

“Yes. But so can big girls.” He shoots back. 

Our cab arrives, and we go to the next bar. As we walk in, it’s icy cold - the AC must be blasting. It hits my bladder like a wave, and I let out a little gasp. “Ooh…” and I feel the first contraction, the first risk of leaking, as I tighten up and press my legs close. 

We sit down, and he immediately downs the water. “I’m trying to catch up to you…” he whispers, running his foot against my leg (tightly crossed) under the table. He winces a little and adjusts his pants. I feel my panties getting damper, still not from any leaks…but from watching him, knowing how little he shows, knowing how much he’s had to drink, and that little adjustment meant everything. 

When I have to go - I can hold it usually for some time. Alcohol and caffeine do me in, but I still have a runway. Him, on the other hand, when he has to go, it’s time. We’ve been in shopping malls and I’ve seen him go from nothing to sneaking quick grabs and shuffling towards the bathroom. We’ve been in the car, and I’ve had to pull over while he yanks out his dick - sometimes leaving a few spots on his boxers. 

I knew this was it. 

Our drinks come, and I can barely look at mine, let alone think about drinking it. I have to pee. But I know he does too, and I want to have some fun watching it, and enjoying this desperation - I get so turned on when I have to go.

He’s getting a little red, and as he grabs his martini glass, I notice his hands shaking a little. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You know now..I’ve really gotta go. I gotta go-” he bites his lip, and I see his hand brush his pants and make a quick grab, “like right now.”

“I’d like you to hold it for me.” My legs are crossed tight, knowing his need makes mine so much worse.

“I am. I did. I mean- I am, but,” when his words get mixed up like this, I know it’s time. I take a sip of my drink. Damn. It feels like it goes straight to my bladder. 

“I’ve had to go for an hour, and I’ve held it. I’ve squirmed under you, and kept my legs tight, and been a good girl. Now you, hold it for me, just for a minute.” 

His eyes stay on me as he takes another sip and winces, adjusting his pants up again, away from his bladder. He must be dying. I’m so horny now, I just want to take him and fuck him, but know we’ll never make it home. 

“Ok, babe,” he looks at me and adjusts himself again, this time the grab even more obvious. This is a very special show for me. 

“Here’s the plan,” I whisper to him. “I’ve gotta go too. And I’m a wreck watching you. I honestly think I might leak when I stand up, so we need to get to the bathroom. It’s in the back, and they’re unisex. Let’s get in there together. I’m going to go first…and don’t make a scene.”

He nods. I take another squeeze of my legs, feeling his eyes fixated on my crotch, and uncross them, exhaling. Fuck. I knew it, and I can feel that first dribble on the edge, ready to escape. Fuck. I should’ve gone at the restaurant. I hope this bathroom isn’t far. I stand up and feel the first leak escape, and take a look at him with a grimace. I cross my legs tight again.

“What’s going on? Go!” he whispers.

“I’m…trying…to get control!” I whisper back, tightening with everything I got.

I hurry over to the bathroom. Feeling a few leaks escape. I get inside, and immediately grab myself, cross my legs, and squirm. I take my panties off, so anything I lose won’t ruin them. He’s in a moment later, already undoing his belt. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” he exclaims, holding himself. “Help me undo this damn belt!”

I know what this means - he’s losing control too. Underneath, he’s already leaked, if he has to grab like that, there’s no other choice. I help him with his belt, kissing him although he fights me. We’re two squirming messes, and using my hands to undo his belt means that I’m constantly leaking now, little squirts running down my legs as I stomp up and down trying to keep control with this dance. 

“Stop!” he exclaims, grabbing his zipper. There’s not time for my terrible coordination on this belt. 

He gets his dick out of the zipper and I see it’s dripping - there’s already a spot on his pants. I’ve never seen this. Desperation, yes. Losing it like this - god I could cum already.

He’s pissing a heavy stream in the toilet, exhaling, while I’m dancing and holding myself next to him. “Hurry! I can’t, “ I gasp, “wait!”

He stops the stream, a feat I can tell from his face wincing. “Go now,” he knows I’m going to piss all over the floor otherwise. Now it’s my turn to let go, and god it feels good. Watching him still squirm (I also find that stopping mid-piss is even harder than holding to begin with, especially when desperate) while I get relief….

He tells me to spread my legs, so he can go again too. I oblige, and he faces me pissing in the front of the toilet, our faces both total ecstasy at this release.

(WOW. writing this got me so wet, and wishing it was real!!!!)

[monster-ultra-yellow]

hm wetland field biology course this summer has got me thinking.

what if you had to wake up super early for class but your alarm didn't go off in time and so you had to rush out the door without being able to take your morning pee first because your professor wanted to leave at 8 am on the dot because there's a long drive ahead to the site you'll all be working in today. and of course they're not going to wait for you to use the bathroom on campus first before you all pile onto the bus because they already waited a good 5-10 minutes for you to get there and they don't want to wait any longer.

so you grit your teeth and board the bus, hauling your heavy bag with you and setting it on your lap so your classmates have room to sit still, the bulk of it digging into your torso in a way that you can't quite make comfortable and that pushes into you even more whenever your bus hits a bumpy stretch of road (all the more common the further you stray from civilization), or when the person sitting next to you shifts around, or when you have to pull your water bottle out for a drink, and boy do you--the bus is stuffy already, and as the summer day begins to heat up more, it's only getting worse. and it's not like the water stored in your bladder is going to get reabsorbed back into your dehydrating body, is it?

after a couple long hours, you finally reach the site your class will be working in today. you wince as you drag yourself out of your seat with your bag behind you--fortunately, it's heavy enough that you don't look too suspicious stepping out onto the gravel road hunched-over. the professor begins relaying the plans for today as the rest of the class stands around, as attentive as they can be on this humid hot day, but you're too distracted by the growing, now almost painful pressure in your lower abdomen to pay them any mind. you look behind you to see if there's maybe any shrubs you can step behind real quick to relieve yourself--

and it's all standing water. it's a gentle, mucky slope down into an emergent marsh, covered in lily pads with cattails and arrowheads sticking out from the span of murky water. water that's gently rippling against the vegetation with every gust of wind. water that's broken by the occasional splash of a frog leaping out, or perhaps an osprey diving in. water that's running down the back of a diving duck as it resurfaces, dribbling back down into the pond in a way only you can notice. and it's deep, too, going far up these cattail stems and oh God. you have to wear your chest waders today. your heavy, heavy, waterproof chest waders, so you can get deep into the marsh.

you tune back in to your lesson as the rest of the class slips into their own waders--you don't know why you're going in there today, all you know is that you are and you need to put on your waders and that can only begin with an excruciating kneel down to untie your sneakers. you take as deep a breath as you can handle to steel yourself before slowly lowering yourself down, just enough so you can pee your pants--no. so you can untie your shoes. but you peed a little, just now. did you? no you didn't. you're being paranoid. you're not pissing your pants as a grown college student, and certainly not in front of your class. you can't be, so you're not. and so you untied one shoe without leaking again (but you didn't leak, you can't have, please not here and not now). you can't handle the idea of shifting your weight onto your other knee to untie your second shoe, so you choose the worse idea of contorting yourself enough to reach the other sneakers laces in your current position, which jams your overfilling bladder into your knee in a way that definitely didn't squeeze another spurt out, no way it did. and then you stand up, gripping onto the thighs of your pants to resist your urge to grab your crotch instead as the mass inside you shifts down, pressing harder than ever.

but your waders. you need your waders. fuck.

you kick off your sneakers and grab for your chest waders and, stifling a whimper, lift your leg up like a dog who's about to pee in the grass, wouldn't that feel so nice, it all gushing out and splattering against the ground, but you're not a dog, you're a field biology student that needs to put your chest waders on and you can't afford to pee yourself like you almost did just now. and so you lift your leg and your thigh pushes even harder into your now-distended bladder as you wrangle your limb into your oversized waders, followed by your second leg and another squirt into your pants (maybe it's a good thing you're wearing waders today, so nobody can see the wet spot you think is growing on your pants now). after bending down to help pull your waders up over your legs and sensitive, bulging abdomen, kneading your bladder like a ball of dough with your stupid little "I bought the wrong size and these are too big to easily put on" dance, your clip your waders on with the buckles by your shoulders and you are ready.

and by the time you finished, everyone else had already moved past you, and you can see them several yards away already, standing around the professor as they show you some stupid fucking plant with water dripping from the roots and splashing onto the water below.

you should get a move on, so you do. and you step into the mucky slope, and it's soft. it's muck, so of course it is, it's just mud but shittier. but you're moving! you're moving and you're making it over to your class and maybe you can say you just had a ton of rocks in your show and that's why you were slow! or maybe you were getting another drink because it's so hot out today, and the thought of water, a whole gallon of it, sloshing around in a water bottle with every step just like your pee is sloshing inside you with every step, just thinking about it is making each drop of that gallon trickle into your bladder and it hurts--

and it released another spurt, much larger than it had before, as you suddenly plunge into the muck up to your hips. guess it was a steep drop into the water!

you clench down harder than you ever have in your life as you try to stop the stream and not think about that splash as you fell into the water and definitely not think about how your whole class is looking at you now. and they want you to come over, of course, so you don't hold them up even more. so you try to go over. but you cant. the muck has sucked you right in, and every time you jerk your leg to free yourself, your hold over your bladder muscles gets weaker and weaker, with every jolt of force from your leg and hips smashing into the great rock in your abdomen, jostling even more pee out of it with every move you make to try to free yourself.

and now one of your classmates is coming over to free you, and theyre splashing so much water around as they move towards you, and you can't stop peeing--you can't stop peeing? you can't stop peeing! your bladder, with a stubborn, angry shock of pain, has decided it finally had enough, and now youre helplessly filling your waterproof waders with fresh, hot pee as you look in the eyes of your classmate coming to rescue you from the muck.

how are you supposed to explain to them that you can't join the rest of your class, because your waders are so filled with your pee that they're too heavy to safely walk in the water with now?

[ohmyrashi]

god u guys as much as i’ve been enjoying running this blog and as hot as it is omodomming various cuties/posting abt my own holds over the Net

....man it would be so amazing to have someone to do this stuff with in person

like just the thought of actually BEING there to give someone cute a whole bunch to drink and to tell them how quickly they have to finish it and watch them drink and tease them about how bad theyre gonna have to go

and then to get to be there an hour or two later when they’re shifting their weight around and crossing their legs and bouncing in place, and to get to see the flush of embarrassment and discomfort and arousal on their face, and to hear the note of strain and need in their voice

and to have all that squirming, blushing, wide-eyed need directed at ME because i’m the one whose permission they need to get relief, and to have them first ask for permission, and then whine for it, and then beg for it, and to look them in the eyes each time and say “no.”

and to be able to touch them throughout, to reach out and tickle their side when they’re not expecting it or straddle their legs while i slowly press the heel of my hand into their bladder, but also just to be able to press them up against a wall and make out with them and run my hands all over them and press my hand up between their legs because god i cant even imagine how turned on and attracted to someone desperate id be

watching someone do the physical challenges i give them, hearing them make a little noise in their throat when i tell them to stand up with their legs apart and getting to watch those legs begin to quiver as they bite their lip and squeeze their eyes shut, telling someone they have to sit still and seeing their poor body tensed and trembling with the effort of staying in control

and of course (because you know me!) to be able to psychologically tease someone in person... picking up a mostly empty glass and swishing whats left around while i casually bring up allll the different kinds of beverages i had them drink earlier, and have they ever noticed the way coffee just runs right through you? :) or holding them in my lap when they can hardly sit still and murmuring right into their ear about the ocean of pee inside them, how swollen full they must, how they must be dying to let it gush out. being able to actually SEE their reaction when i turn on a tap to a trickle, or have them do a load of dirty dishes with nice warm water, or take them up to the bathroom to keep me company while i sit myself on the toilet and empty my bladder with a sigh of satisfaction... and then whisk them right back downstairs

and then of course, getting to be there for their relief. whether i finally kiss them on the cheek and tell them they can use the bathroom if they make it up the stairs, and i get to see them dancing in front of the toilet and ripping down their pants with trembling hands and then their whole body slumping with relief as they take an endless gushing piss that feels SO good they cant not moan... or whether they suddenly freeze in the middle of the kitchen and hunch over and gasp out “i cant—“ and i get to see the first few stuttering splatters of pee hit the floor as they fight for control, before their bladder gives in completely and lets hours of pent up pee stream down their legs to the floor and i have to help them stay upright because their legs are giving out too

and getting to take care of them after, stripping the wet clothes off of them bc theyre almost to exhausted to do it themselves, dealing with the dirty laundry and the puddle while they shower, having nice warm dry pjs ready for them to change into so we can get into bed together and cuddle while i tell them how good they did, how good they were for me, how good they are ❤️

....and folks i havent even gotten INTO my thoughts on holding for someone else

[omorashiitake-mushroom]

Imagine having a full bladder, only wearing underwear and straddling someone’s torso. They’re holding you down and you’re squirming because you can’t cross your legs in this position. The make you move your hips back and forth, so you’re frotting against their abdomen and chest. You can’t hold it any longer, but they’re too strong for you and they just murmur things about how full you are, how they’re going to punish you if you pee all over them. 

But you can’t you can’t, it’s too much and there’s pressure on your bladder, their fingers dig into your hips, your underwear’s rubbing against your crotch, everything is sensitive. You’re whining, tears in your eyes begging for release but they won’t let you go. They viciously push against your bladder and that’s it, you just leak all over them, thighs clenching around them to try to hold it but it’s not working.

You’re soaked, they’re soaked, and you’re looking down at the mess you’ve made, ashamed but oh so relieved. They gently pat your cheek before ordering you to go on all four so they can spank you properly for peeing on them.

[arched-flower]

I need to make out with a girl as she sits on my lap and grinds her pussy against my thigh. We're both down bad for each other and I slip a finger into her soaked pussy as her breathing becomes faster and faster. I ravage her insides with my hand and make her cum, and she falls down into my embrace. But I don't stop, I keep rubbing against her clit even as she orgasms. She screams out in bliss and I have to cover her mouth with my other hand to keep us from being found. She cums a second time as I start to suck on her nipples, tickling every nerve in her body at once. By the third orgasm, she can't move her body anymore. She has become my very own fucktoy, to do with as i please. After today, the only thing she can ever think about is me, and how only i can overstimulate her until she sees white.

[anotherprettyfemme]

waking up to your hands sliding down my side, your slow steady breaths ghosting my ear.

gasping when i feel your fingers trace the outline of my pussy through the panties i was wearing. i shifted, “shh, just me pretty girl..” you cooed, and i relaxed. unconsciously pushing my hips back..melting into your body perfectly.

so desperate for you, even in sleep. feeling the way your thumb circles my clit a few times before you push a finger in, then two. already wet.

a sleepy moan falls from my lips and my legs spread as you pump your fingers in and out.

“m-mommy..” i moaned sleepily, pushing further back on your fingers. i felt the vibrations in your chest as you hummed. palm pressed flat against my clit while you kept your fingers inside. rutting against you, still dazed with sleep.

i shifted, laying on my back..legs spread on the bed and found my face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. those pretty whimpers slipping out as you moved faster.

“f-fuck..” hips bucking involuntarily and you could feel how close i was. your fingers coated in my wetness, pussy clenching around them.

“that’s it baby, you’re doing so well” you praised and my head pressed back into the pillows, hair splaying around me. eyes still shut and lips parted.

it never took you long, you knew my body almost as well as your own. your head ducking town and taking my nipple into your mouth, tongue pressed against it as you swirled around, biting down softly between your teeth. my eyes fluttered open, your fingers moving faster..pleased with the way i reacted to your touch.

“god you’re so wet,” you moaned, a whine escaping against your neck.

“g-gonna..need to..please,” i whimpered, “please please please” begging..my pretty cunt pressed against your palm as you suckled on my chest, my neck..feeling my fingers clench around you.

“cum for me baby,” and that was all i needed to hear. my body shaking and a string of pathetic little noises falling from my lips while you worked me through it.

when my body went lax, cheeks flushed and i blinked open lazily a few times your fingers were still buried inside me.

my eyes met yours, still sleep-laden and fully sated. when you finally pulled them out and pressed them to my lips. they parted, like always. you had me trained well, and you felt the way my tongue swirled, tasting myself on you.

your own eyes closing for a moment, relishing in the feeling.

“look at you baby, how eager you are to taste yourself on my fingers”

[pr3ttypunisher]

edging you for hours while your bladder is full. bringing you close over and over, never letting you finish. it started this morning when i handed you water. “drink this for me, baby.” being so sweet about it. you drinking obediently. me bringing you glass after glass throughout the day. “finish that one, sweetheart.” you not thinking anything of it at first. just doing what i say. but then your bladder getting full. starting to feel uncomfortable. “i need to use the bathroom—” me shaking my head. “not yet, baby. hold it for me.” you whimpering but obeying. more time passing. me still bringing you water. you getting desperate. squirming constantly. “please, i really need to go—” “i know, sweetheart. just hold it.” then starting to touch you. hands roaming your body. getting you worked up. sliding my hand between your legs, touching you through your clothes. you gasping. “what are you—” “shh, baby. mommy just wants to make you feel good.” rubbing you slowly. building you up. getting you right to the edge. then stopping. you whining in frustration. “no, please—” “patience, sweetheart.” doing this over and over. touching you, working you up, bringing you close. then stopping. hours of this. your bladder getting fuller and fuller. you begging. “please, i need to cum and i need to pee so badly—” me finally pulling you to the bedroom. laying you down. “okay, baby. now you get to cum.” sliding three fingers inside you with ease. you crying out, the fullness too much combined with your bladder. “i can’t, it’s too much—” “you’re going to do both, baby. cum and pee. in that order.” starting to fuck you with my fingers hard and fast. build you up. you’ve been edged for hours. you’re ready. my thumb finding your clit, rubbing it in circles. the pressure overwhelming. your bladder screaming. the pleasure intense. “but i can’t—” “yes you can, sweetheart.” not slowing down. pumping my fingers deep. curling them to hit that spot. rubbing your clit relentlessly. you squirming desperately underneath me. trying to hold your bladder while chasing your orgasm. hands gripping the sheets. breathing ragged. “please, i’m going to leak—” “then leak, baby. i don’t care. but you’re orgasming first.” working you even harder. adding a fourth finger, stretching you. you gasping at the fullness. my thumb never stopping on your clit. watching your face. seeing you get closer. seeing you struggle. your whole body tense. fighting to hold on. “i can’t, i can’t—” “yes you can. focus on my fingers. feel how good it is.” curling them perfectly. hitting that spot over and over. rubbing your clit harder, faster. you starting to shake. getting so close. the hours of edging making everything more intense. every nerve on fire. “that’s it, baby. let go. cum for me.” pumping my fingers relentlessly. your back arching. finally, finally tipping over the edge. orgasming hard, harder than you have in so long. clenching around my fingers. but the orgasm too intense. your bladder giving out. losing control while you cum. warm liquid flowing. soaking my hand, the sheets beneath you. mixing with your wetness. but not stopping. still fingering you through it. through the orgasm, through the leak. “there you go, baby. good girl. you did so well.” prolonging your orgasm. making you feel every second. you crying out, shaking, overstimulated. orgasming and leaking and unable to stop either. finally starting to slow as you come down. “so perfect, baby. you did exactly what i wanted.” pulling my fingers out gently. looking at my soaked hand. the wet sheets. your flushed face. “such a good girl. took everything mommy gave you. came so hard for me even though you were so desperate.” stroking your face tenderly. “let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart. you did amazing.”

[tinklebab]

Sitting on someone's lap, desperately squirming but trying not to make it obvious how much you need to pee because you don't want to move. Then they put their arms around you, pressing against your bladder as they do and causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

They reposition you slightly, spreading your legs over the side of their legs so they can get better access, making your pee hole twinge desperately and causing you to clench as a leak almost escapes. Oh god you're so desperate.

They keep one hand over your bladder as the other sneaks into your panties and begins to play with your sensitive clit, teasing it with their fingers in a way that only makes you feel more desperate in both ways. Your pee hole below is quivering and tingling and you're not sure if it can hold back the flood much longer, especially as they begin rubbing your clit in earnest.

[press-and-hold]

Imagine being made to sit on the toilet, absolutely full and bursting, struggling not to let a single drop out. You're squirming, shifting, struggling, a sheen of sweat forming on your forehead from your efforts.

You're finally told you can let go. Except, the permission is conditional.

You can pee, as long as it's inaudible.

The full force of your stream would surely splatter in the toilet bowl, the water splashing as it becomes clouded with yellow. But you're only allowed to let out the bare minimum, a mere sliver of connected droplets that tinkle against the porcelain if you listen close enough. A slow, agonizing relief, if you can even call it that.

It takes immense concentration to pull off. To let out a continuous trickle at a snail's pace. Getting fully empty could take an eternity.

If the flow stutters for more than five seconds or you cut it off entirely, your pissing privileges are revoked for the next two hours.

If the floodgates widen, a loud hiss announcing your body's betrayal, your failure to comply, to control yourself, well. Your eagerness just cost you your next bathroom break. Let's just hope you can handle drinking much more than usual to compensate for your disobedience. A speedy release deserves a speedy refill, no?

Your fingers dig into your quaking thighs as you contemplate your options. Are you up for the challenge? Or can you keep holding it?