I've tried many times to hold until I lose control but unfortunately I have a huge bladder of steel and will eventually approach pain/UTI territory instead of wetting. And I'm not the biggest fan of intentional pants pissing (still hot, just not nearly AS hot as losing control).
Yesterday I discovered a beautiful in between.
I spent the day drinking lots of water and put on a pair of light green workout leggings that were suuuuper tight on my legs and bladder. This made it so that I felt way fuller than I actually was, and I was excited to see how the wetness would spread in them. Just thinking about it made me incredibly horny, and I decided to scroll through Tumblr for a bit while rubbing myself through the pants. It wasnt long before I was squeezing my legs together, shifting around on the couch and holding my crotch. I didn't feel like I was losing control but the pressure was intense. I didnt want to start phase 2 of my plan too early, so I waited another 15-20 minutes, sipping on water the whole time. During this i would occasionally try to relax my body, to see if I could naturally leak. If it took too long I would continue holding. I wanted it to be immediate.
Finally, while watching wetting videos, I relaxed my body and felt the tiniest drop of warmth hit my underwear. I held my crotch and stood up, and the pressure in my bladder felt so good and heavy. I set up a full length mirror in the bathroom and put a towel in front of it to keep my future puddle from spreading that far (which turned out to be very necessary). I was shifting around and panting the whole time. I briefly debated getting into the shower instead, I felt embarrassed to be pissing on the floor, but it was too late to back out now. I watched myself in the mirror as I paced around in front of it. It felt like the piss was begging to come out of me.
I began to let out tiny leaks in between my pacing. A few drops at a time, checking the wet spot that was forming at my crotch. I held myself so that I could feel each new spurt of heat and rubbed the wetness around. It felt so fucking good that I was on autopilot at this point, chasing pleasure without thinking. Without telling my body to do so, each leak began to grow bigger than the last, my pacing more frantic, the wet patch making its way down my thigh. The brief relief, the warmth traveling the fabric that was so tight on my skin, the thrill of doing this alone while my bf was at work, directly over the floor of our shared bathroom. All inhibitions were gone.
When the floodgates finally opened, it was completely involuntary. I watched as it poured down my legs, onto my feet, onto the floor. It went on forever, the puddle growing and growing. The relief was indescribable. It felt like the longest orgasm of my life. I felt completely blissed out when the stream finally slowed and then stopped. My pants were almost entirely soaked through. I felt like there was still some pee left in me, so I stripped off the leggings, knelt down in my puddle, pulled my wet underwear aside, and watched myself spray the rest right into the towel in front of the mirror. Then I fully sat down in my own piss and rubbed myself to orgasm.
I can't wait to do it again.
