I need to be caught doing a hold, have the person figure out what's going on despite my efforts to hide the fact that I was masturbating because of it, tease me about it and fuck me with a full bladder while taunting and humiliating me the entire time, especially for the sounds I'm making and when I inevitably lose control and piss myself in short bursts throughout the session ajsmdmmcmckc
What I need is a kinky, sadistic couple or poly thing or roommates. Multiple people who want to see me suffer.
Most ideal is they keep a catheter in me, locked in a way I can't physically go to the bathroom without someone unlocking me. They keep me on a very limited schedule of how often I can empty my bladder. Maybe they keep me gagged or otherwise don't permit me to speak. I go person to person trying to beg to have my bladder emptied. One refuses, the other insists I must have gone already. They torment me more and more, mocking my desperation until I'm willing to do literally anything for even a little relief.
They edge me intensely, with frequent reminders that I'm never allowed to cum. They lock me up in a cage under the bed while they fuck each other's brains out. I get to listen to the more submissive ones beg to cum and earn it while I'm left frustrated just a foot beneath them.
I want her to handcuff me and tie my legs up to the bed after a night out. I'm very lightweight so she always makes sure I drink enough water after drinking. So safe to say when we came home I was quite desperate to pee. She ties my legs to the bed so that I cant squeeze them together, and then makes me drink even more. I feel so so full, and I know when I'm drunk I'm prone to losing control of my bladder. I dont want to wet the bed, I want to be a good girl for her. But she just keeps on teasing me, pushing on my bladder, telling me I can hold it. That I really should drink enough water after going out. And suddenly I feel a warm wet spot growing bigger underneath me. I gasp not realizing I had begun wetting myself but now I've started I'm unable to stop. I whine, trying so hard to control it but I just can't. "Awhh puppygirl couldn't hold it?" She teases, "you did so good for me", as I lay there whining and moaning from finally releasing, completely soaking the bed
The puddle spread quickly, steaming, until it lapped at the soles of his shoes.
He was already bursting.
Every muscle in his lower body was tense, thighs squeezed together, breath shallow. His belt dug cruelly into his abdomen, pressing into the rock-hard swell of his overfull bladder. He sat hunched on the edge of a low bench, jaw tight, hands gripping his knees. His hair clung to the sides of his flushed face.
And the worst part?
He wasn’t alone.
“You’re squirming,” the voice behind him said, amused. Playful. Dangerous.
“Shut up.” His voice cracked. His legs shifted restlessly, one heel tapping the floor. "Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” The other leaned closer, breath brushing his ear. “Don’t mention how you're shaking? Or how red your face is? Or…”
A hand slid around his waist. He flinched.
“Don’t touch—” he snapped, but the hand was already there, fingers pressing gently against his lower stomach.
It was like being punched. The pressure sent an electric jolt through his body, and a hot, shameful spurt escaped before he could stop it—just enough to dampen his underwear. His legs snapped shut, hands flying to his crotch. He let out a low, desperate whimper.
“Ohhh… you really are full,” the other said, mockingly tender. “It must hurt.”
He bit his lip hard. His eyes shimmered. He couldn’t speak.
Then the hand pushed harder.
He doubled forward with a cry. Another jet of urine forced its way out of him, soaking into the front of his pants. His muscles trembled. The teasing voice didn’t stop.
“You should just let it go,” they whispered. “You know you’re not gonna make it.”
He shook his head furiously, tears slipping down his cheeks. “N-no. I can still—”
But his body had reached its limit.
It started slow—a few more hot spurts, unstoppable now, soaking through his jeans. Then, with a long, broken sob, the floodgates opened.
A gush tore through him. His whole body jerked as piss burst out with a loud hiss, pouring into his jeans with force. The heat spread instantly, soaking down his thighs and pooling beneath him. The sound was obscene—splattering, gushing, the wet hiss echoing off the walls.
He couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe. The relief was dizzying, overwhelming. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry, slumping forward as the piss thundered out of him, drenching everything. His belt pressed cruelly against the stream, splitting it so it poured in all directions—down his legs, across the seat, onto the floor.
He sat there, soaked, panting, face flushed and streaked with tears, pants heavy with shameful warmth.
The one who teased him didn’t speak now—only watched, lips parted in awe, as the boy shook and whimpered through it. A full minute passed before the hiss finally faded into dripping. Even then, his body gave a few exhausted spurts before it stopped.
“See?” the other finally whispered. “Didn’t that feel good?”
im so. fuckijg horny i cant stand it i just want to be called a good doggie and told to hold my piss till im allowed to go
wanna get all full and needy, whining and squirming, begging to be allowed to go just to be told i better hold it, doggie doesnt get to go yet, i dont deserve it..
wanna have someone open my mouth and put a bottle up to my lips, forcing me to take sip after sip while i feel myself physically get fuller, the pressure getting worse, waistband getting tighter..wanna try to move away only to pulled back down by my leash and told to shut up, that they can tell i love it cause my tails wagging.....hh im so. fucking needy godd
i wanna make him wait. i wanna watch him squirm. i wanna have him describe to me how it feels, how it hurts. i want him to ask me permission to go to the restroom, please, it hurts, he can't wait much longer, only for me to say "No... i think you should wait a little longer."
i want to watch him wait until he literally physically cant anymore. i want to force him to straddle my lap just so i can feel him squirming on me. grab his waist and not let him move.
i want to know what his capacity his. just how long *can* he wait? just how much *can* he hold? id love to measure. i bet its a lot.
i want to know what he sounds like when he lets go. relieved little sighs or soft panting would just be so delicious. loud hissing or slow dripping? what type of person would he be afterward? all enbarrassed and blushy or totally blissed out? ugh. i seriously feel like im dying. i NEED to know, i NEED to
Fuck how I wish there was someone to control my bladder.. I have to tell you everytime I need to use the restroom and it’s up to you either I get to relieve myself or not..
hehe just a little thought~ giving someone full control over me..
something about wetting yourself right in front of a toilet just because you don't have permission to use it is just. chef's kiss
staring directly at where you've been trained your entire life to relieve a bursting bladder. and absolutely writhing because said bursting bladder is now trickling down your legs and no matter how much you dance around you can't stop it
it's the ultimate cruelty from a dom too. either they're with you in person, watching you beg and squirm around as you slowly start dripping into your underwear or they're talking to you over text, going conveniently AFK when you're texting your pleas with one shaky hand bc the other is stuck between your legs
need to press two fingers inside a girl who’s been holding it for too long and feel exactly how full she is from the inside and tell her how proud i am of her. how well she’s doing. rubbing her clit with my thumb while she tries to manage both at once and kissing her face and telling her she’s perfect. so so perfect. just keep holding a little longer baby. cum for me first.
i want to make a toy grind on the toe of my boot while begging for permission to piss. Permission isn't coming, I just want to see how long you'll grind your clit and worship my cock, how many times you'll cum like that, before you lose control and empty your bladder all over the floor.
I have a numbers and statistics fetish. Let’s measure your bladder capacity by making you drink and drink until you can’t hold it anymore and make you pee in a beaker like you’re being tested for drugs. Would it be less embarrassing for you if I had scrubs and a lab coat on or more? What if we had to do lots and lots of trials to make sure we find the absolute most you can possibly contain? What if I made you hold until it hurt and you were scared you might literally burst a seam?
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