softly encouraging you to drink water all day. “here, baby, have some more.” passing you your water bottle throughout the day, being so sweet about it. “you need to stay hydrated, sweetheart.” making sure you’re drinking constantly. bringing you glass after glass. “finish that one for me.” cooing at you gently every time you obey. hours passing. you drinking so much because i keep asking so nicely, keep encouraging so softly. “good girl/boy. one more glass.” you not thinking anything of it at first. just doing what i say because you always do. but then feeling it. your bladder getting full. starting to feel uncomfortable. shifting slightly, squirming just a bit. “what’s wrong, baby?” me asking innocently. “need something?” you nodding, embarrassed. “i need to use the bathroom.” me shaking my head. “not yet, sweetheart. hold it a little longer for me.” you whimpering but obeying. because you always obey. more time passing. me still bringing you water. “drink this for me, baby.” you desperately. “but i really need to go—” “i know, sweetheart. just hold it. you can do it for me.” you squirming more now, genuinely desperate. pressing your thighs together, shifting constantly, unable to stay still. “please, i really need to—” “shh, baby. patience.” watching you get more and more desperate. bouncing slightly, whimpering, begging. “please, i can’t hold it much longer—” finally standing up. “okay, come with me.” you so relieved, thinking you’re finally getting permission. following me quickly to the bathroom. but once we’re inside, me sitting down on the toilet. you standing there confused, desperate. “what are you—” me starting to pee while you watch. your eyes going wide. standing there squirming desperately, listening to the sound, watching, needing it so badly. “please, can i go now?” your voice desperate. me looking up at you while i finish. “aw, did you think i’d let you use it too?” your face falling. realizing i brought you in here just to watch. just to make it worse. “no, baby. you’re going to keep holding it.” standing up, washing my hands while you stand there absolutely desperate. “but i can’t—” “yes you can, sweetheart. for me.” leading you back out of the bathroom. you whimpering, begging, squirming. “please, please let me—” “not yet.” pulling you close finally, my hand sliding between your legs. “let me check how desperate you really are, baby.” pushing my fingers inside you slowly. you immediately whining, the fullness too much combined with your already full bladder. “please, i can’t—” whimpering as my fingers push deeper. the pressure making everything worse, making you need to go even more desperately. “shh, sweetheart. you’re doing so well.” curling my fingers inside you while you squirm and whine. “now you have two options, baby.” stroking your face with my free hand while keeping my fingers buried inside you. “option one: you let me edge you right now. let me work you up until you’re so desperate you leak on my fingers. and you don’t get to cum until you do. until you lose control a little bit and make a mess.” you whimpering at the thought. “option two: you hold it for another full hour. and during that hour, you’re going to drink more water for me. and you’re going to have a vibrator on your clit the entire time. keeping you right on edge but not letting you finish.” watching your face as you process both options. both of them cruel. both of them impossible. “so what’s it going to be, pretty/handsome? leak on my fingers now while i edge you? or hold it another hour with the vibrator?” you whimpering desperately, unable to decide. both options torture. “i need an answer, honey.” moving my fingers slightly inside you, making you gasp. “which one?”
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