I did an incredibly hot hold yesterday. I put a thick pad in my underwear, then put on tight leggings over it, followed by a fabric pad in another pair of tight underwear, a couple more panties, and finally black sweatpants. I started the hold by deliberately letting our spurts as my need grew. There were so many layers that i could do this safely without any risk of a visible leak—just a bloom of warm liquid soaking into the pad and fabric around me. I got so horny from this that i nearly came just grinding on a bundled up towel. There were also a couple moments when i was reading omo posts that i swear i had a hands-free edge just from the combination of leaking freely into my pants and reading smut
so the next stage of this hold was to get incredibly full, which i did by chugging my huge water bottle. a half hour later, i realized i was supposed to be in a meeting. my roommate was in the living room so I had to take the meeting in my room, on my bed. I was painfully full at this point so I stuffed two large shirts from my laundry basket in my pants to supplement all of my layers, and folded up a towel under me so my bed wouldn't get any pee on it. I had already let out a lot but was continuing to fill up fast and was uncomfortably desperate during the meeting; however I couldn't relax and let myself pee while sitting directly on the pillow so I kept having to discreetly raise myself off the bed so I could let out long spurts into my pants, to be more comfortable in the meeting
I did an incredibly hot hold yesterday. I put a thick pad in my underwear, then put on tight leggings over it, followed by a fabric pad in another pair of tight underwear, a couple more panties, and finally black sweatpants. I started the hold by deliberately letting our spurts as my need grew. There were so many layers that i could do this safely without any risk of a visible leak—just a bloom of warm liquid soaking into the pad and fabric around me. I got so horny from this that i nearly came just grinding on a bundled up towel. There were also a couple moments when i was reading omo posts that i swear i had a hands-free edge just from the combination of leaking freely into my pants and reading smut
roadtrips with a partner who absolutely needs to pee and is way too embarrassed to tell you
you notice them getting fidgety, beginning to squirm or rock back and forth slightly. maybe they get quieter or shorter with their responses, very clearly distracted by something. but when you ask if they're okay, they deny that anything's wrong. plastering on a smile for you, maybe even relaxing their muscles or removing their hands from their thighs to seem more convincing.
and praying you don't see the little leak that spurts out when they do.
you keep asking as the drive continues, even suggesting that you can stop at an upcoming gas station. but they keep refusing, even knowing damn well that there will be no places to stop for a while.
what was focused silence soon becomes little whimpers and panicked breaths as they realize there is absolutely no way they're going to hold it until the next stop. still too shy to voice their issue, they resort to looking at you with teary eyes, silently begging that you'll notice the problem.
and you do, when you eventually look away from the road. a solid minute after they first started staring.
"what's up, baby?" no response. just a whine. but your eyes flick down to their lap, where there's a small (but growing) wet patch.
"oh honey. you gotta pee? why didn't you tell me?"
maybe they stay quiet, or maybe they rush out an explanation of how they were too embarrassed to say anything, but now they're realizing how bad it is, and they aren't sure they can make it and-
another whine, stronger this time, as their muscles relax a little too much and a forceful leak further wets their pants. they immediately rush into apologies, a high pitched little "imsorryimsorryimsorry-" as they try to stop the leak before it gets your seat wet.
the embarrassment completely fades, replaced by desperate need. "shit shit shit i can't hold it, i have to pee so fucking bad- i swear to god i'm gonna piss myself. can you please pull over?"
but you're on the highway. there's nowhere safe to pull off. this entire ordeal could've been avoided if they'd just asked to pee when you passed the gas station a couple miles ago, but alas. and they're well aware of the fact it was their fault, too. which makes the frustration that much worse.
they leak again, more this time. and realize very quickly that this is it. "oh god, i can't- stop it. i'm going. i'm peeing myself. fuck. oh fuck, that feels so good."
their body relaxes and their thighs spread as they give up their attempts to stop the flood, instead basking in how fucking good it feels to finally go. the sound of their stream soaking their clothes and the seat fills the car, alongside their little moans of relief. your hand reaches out to brush against their thigh, feeling the liquid soak through, as you murmur out a condescending little...
"what a mess. you're too embarrassed to ask to stop to pee, but you're not too embarrassed to piss yourself in front of me? or did some part of you want this to happen, baby? did you want to make a mess for me?"
they just whine in response, still blissed out from the relief. but the little smile on their face tells you everything you need to know.
Here’s a super hot concept: we chug a bunch of water and then take a quick nap, waiting for our full bladders to wake us. I wake up first aching, burrsssting. I’m absolutely about to pop, stroking and admiring my bulging, hard belly. I’m about to carefully and lovingly rub your lower tummy to check you out. You’re huge like I’ve never seen before and your legs are twisted shut, you’re hunched and clearly you can feel your full bladder in your sleep, I can tell by your body language. I watch you, even though my eyes are crossing with pee desperation. You are so cute, moaning and whimpering and shoving your hands into your cunt, squirming like you’re really gonna pee yourself. Then I (with advanced consent), gently touch your cunt from behind and find your cunt soaking, leaking, swollen….. you have wet dripping down your ass. And not pee, wet. Your cunt is hot to the touch, it’s so hot how turned on you are even though you’re asleep. I know how good it feels for you when your bladder is full like this, and how this drives you crazy, nothing turns you on like this, you become so feral when you have to go this bad. I check your clit and I’m not surprised to find you so hard. This wakes you up and all of a sudden you gush a torrent of piss into my hand, and you try to get up, clumsily spraying everywhere. Your cunt a lose hose, soaking me and the bed and you as you try to run to the bathroom. As soon as you open your legs you’re knocked back by the pressure of your piss — your valve spurting halfway across the room. You’re moaning like you’re about to cum, and so I hurry to hold you, tell you it’s okay, let it all out, mommy will clean it all up, just pee. Juuuust pee. Go ahead baby, wow, you have so much. Oh wow, you just keep on spraying. You’re moaning so loud now, leaning into me and moaning in ecstasy as you just succumb, and pee for a long, long, long time. I stroke your cunt, your bladder, your head, your chest, your cunt your cunt your cunt. I rub it as you pee…. A lot. You just keep peeing, I can tell you’re embarrassed. I continue to comfort you and tell you to let it go, keep peeing baby. Meanwhile I’m bursting, and you’re just peeing and peeing and peeing, so much. You have so much pee, and you’re peeing pretty hard the whole time. We’re both so into this, we never want you to stop. For me it happens slower, I’m sitting behind you and comforting you and my pee hits the mattress, not too hard but definitely coming out in a hiss. You’re shocked, you reach around, still peeing, to feel my bladder and you gasp. “It’s coming out.” I tell you. You move your hand to my cunt and I pee into it. I loudly moan in relief and that’s when your orgasm starts. You’re so turned on you’re cumming hands free, pee now spurting out in jets in sync with your orgasm. I know what’s happening so I press my bladder into you, you feel it’s fullness, it’s roundness, it’s firmness, and you’re just losing your mind. I want to give you a show so I hold on to my piss as best I can, squirming bad as you finish coming. I’m mesmerized and I love you so much. But I also have to pee so bad, I need you to calm down and stop shaking so I can let it out. My bladder is about to explode. You’re finally done coming and just squirting out your last ropes of pee. I can’t believe how you still have some to spray. I tell you to lay down, I tell you I’m bursting, but I want to give you a show. I ask, do you want your favorite? Your favorite is for me to piss like a fountain, so I lay down on my back with my legs in the air and push. It doesn’t take much before my pee is nearly hitting the ceiling. My eyes roll back and my tongue rolls out and I enter a trance of relief. My bladder explodes pee in a thick, tall stream that I push to the sky. I’m just holding eye contact with you and panting, pissing. Of course, I pee SO MUCH. There is a lake of clean and clear piss all over our room. I pee for so long, I pee so much, and I pee so hard. Every time I’m surprised how long it takes so empty. I keep thinking I’ll be done soon but then it keeps coming…
His legs are twisting around themselves and his hips are wiggling back and forth in the seat across the table from yours at the cafe you chose for your date. It's noon on a weekday. One barista on staff. The only other customers are outside on the patio enjoying the sunshine while the two of you are inside, tucked into a dark booth at the back of the room, completely concealed from view. He's panting, but he's doing a good job at keeping quiet. Every once in a while his face betrays his agony and he buries it in his hands, muffling the strained moans he can't completely stifle.
He's held out well, you think. Two hours in public with a remote-control vibrator in his ass and he hasn't broken yet.
You drag your thumb smoothly up the face of your smartphone and the waves of vibration get more intense. He lets out a surprised "ngh-!" and claps one hand over his mouth while the other hand flies to his lap.
"Baby, please--"
"Shh."
You tick the vibration up a notch for just a moment before dragging it alllll the way back down to a low, steady thrum. He gasps as the tension melts away and he collapses into the table, exhausted, fucked-out, edged. He closes his eyes, forcing tears to gather on his eyelashes.
Your own dick twitches at the sight.
"I'm seriously gonna have an accident," he warns, voice low and strained. It's practically a groan. "I can't hold it much longer."
You both know what he means by "accident." You reach out to hold his hand, which he takes with gratitude and blows out a long breath, trying desperately to ground himself.
"Hold it. You're doing so well, you only have a little longer to go."
"I'm still so fucking close."
Shit. You try not to squirm in your own seat as you nudge his mostly-full, still-hot latte toward him. He doesn't even look, just shakes his head.
"I can't, I gotta focus--"
He draws in more long, trembling gasps and blows them out slowly. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. The two of you sit like that for a minute, alone in your quiet corner of the cafe, until he seems to regain control of his body. He wipes his face with a sweater paw, sits up, and takes a sip of his drink.
"Gooood job."
He gives you a teary, pleading look and speaks with a whine so tiny you can hardly hear what he's saying. "I can't take it anymore."
"You can do it. Just a little longer."
You can tell he disagrees, but what can he do?
The two of you get to talking about your individual and mutual plans for the weekend; the chores that need doing, the books you're planning to read, the meals you want to share. You wait until you're both finished with your coffee and he's distracted talking about a project to open the app again and push the vibrator back to full power. You catch him mid-sentence. It's so cute, the way his breath hitches. He stammers through the rest of his thought as quickly as he can and clamps his mouth shut.
You pulse the vibrator up and down, up and down, and his back arches, pressing his ass down into the vinyl cushion of the booth seat like he's hungry for more. He rides the sensation in silence for a minute before his expression changes. You know the look intimately; he's about to cum. You turn the vibrator off but you know you pushed it too far.
"Baby. Now. Now." He's panicked.
You move to stand, to take him to the bathroom, but it's too late.
"I'm g-- I'm--"
He's a good boy and white-knuckles the edge of the table with both hands as he cums untouched. He trembles, bites his lip, and gasps as he looks down helplessly at his lap, watching his hips grind into the seat and his legs twist harder in attempt to give him the friction he needs as his load releases into his boxer briefs, one agonizing spurt at a time. When it's finished, he stills, gaze fixed on his lap.
Oh, the poor thing. You almost give him your sympathy, almost apologize, but god, it's all too hot. You can't help yourself. You decide to push it just a step further.
"What happened, baby?"
His chest heaves and all at once he folds his arms on the table, lets his head in fall into them, and cries.
You move to his side, both so you can comfort him and so you can hide him from view in case anyone walks by. You check over your shoulder to confirm: the barista is busy washing dishes with her back turned to the whole cafe. There's no one else here. No one could possibly see either of you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room, and behind your frame no one would see him or what the two of you were doing until you moved out of the way. It's completely safe. There's no doubt in your mind.
You stroke your boy's back with your fingernails and assess the damage. The wet spot on his jeans is sizable, visible, undeniable. And his cock is still rock-hard and twitching. The ruin provided no relief.
He's sweating. Heat radiates from him like a furnace.
"What happened, baby?" You whisper.
"I ha-had an accident..."
You coo and pull him to rest his head on your shoulder. "It's okay," you reassure. "You're doing so well. You're so perfect."
"How am I-- how am I-- how are--"
"Shh. Don't worry about that now. Just keep being good for me." It's all you can do to keep yourself from bending him over right here and now, but you manage to contain yourself. Instead, you gently stroke his cock through his pants, and he's immediately moaning a stream of barely-audible begging into your ear.
"I need it. I need it. Baby please, please, please I need to cum, please--"
"Fuck," you groan, and take one of his hands to guide it to your own crotch. He gets the message and paws at it.
"Oh god, baby, ohhh god--"
Fuck, he's so desperate.
Fuck, it's making you desperate.
"Listen." You grit your teeth and speak in a murmur. "I'm gonna take my jacket off and you're-- fuck-- nnh you're gonna put it on, okay? It's long enough to cover your accident. You'll be quiet and wear it just-- hh-- long enough to get back to the car and then you can take it off and be as loud as you fucking want all the way home."
You grab his thigh, hard, and pull away to look into his eyes. "And then I'm gonna pin you down and make you fucking cum, you hear me?"
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."
"Let's go."
You both straighten yourselves up and in no time you're a perfectly innocent-looking couple with dirty dishes to drop into the bus bin on your way out of the cafe. The door rings as you open it.
"Thanks for coming in!" The barista calls over her shoulder.
"Later!" You hurry your boy out the door.
He looks adorable swimming in your jacket. He walks ahead of you, giving you a moment to pull out your phone and tap around on the screen without him knowing. His knees buckle slightly as the vibrator switches back on and his legs cross as he turns to shoot you a look, but you're right there in an instant, turning his shoulder and marching him urgently forward, then opening the passenger door for him and guiding him to sit. His head is thrown back and his eyes are glazed over by the time you have the car started.
"Drive, fuck, get us home," he pants, broken moans finally loud enough to fill the car.
"I don't care how close you get or how many times you cum, you sit on your hands until we're home. Now."
He obeys. "Drive. Dr-- oh fuck, drive! Aah--!"
And for the whole drive home, you keep one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the smartphone in your lap, tracing random shapes on the screen and listening to your boy as you wrench beautiful noises from him with every curve.
You wanna pee your undies too?? Yayay! So happy to hear <3333 Currently debating on whether or not I should leak a little in my fresh pantiess
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I absolutely flooded my briefs last night, pulled them to my knees and kept peeing in them, followed by pulling them back up and pissing some more 😵💫 topped it all off by stroking in my pissed wet briefs till I absolutely came soooo hard. (And now I’m hard just thinking about it)
I mean…why not? The warmth will feel great and then you’ll have an embarrassing little reminder you leaked later 🤭 probably making you only want to do it again and again. I think you should go for it!
I love pissing myself. If you haven't tried pissing yourself,, why not? It's the best. Let out little spurts at a time and feel it run down your thighs, clench back up and repeat. Feel as it gets harder and harder to hold it back after letting your body relax for a moment ... and then let it all out
