Shadowscrossing

Age: 24

[cottontail-fern]

gang of women pinning you down and tickling you only with feathers to bully you. teasing you by saying "its just a few feathers! stop screaming!" but they feel like they're everywhere.

tracing your armpits, the palm of your hands. twirling in your belly button, counting your ribs. your knees, your thighs, your feet, tracing up and down the soles and sawing between the toes.

"oh my god, they can't even take a little tickling."

at first, it's all fun and games. they're laughing at your hysterical pleading, calling you weak and pathetic.

then, of course, one pipes up, "oh my god, they're getting turned on by this!"

thus begins the second act of the torment. one inspects you, the chorus of girls cooing and laughing. then they trace the feathers over your nipples.

you arch, you plead. one starts to trace the feather over your genitals, making you buck into the feather.

they are going to edge you. they are going to tickle you, to take you apart. perhaps for hours. perhaps until you can't possibly edge any longer. hopefully they'll let you cum.

but they might tell you that you're not allowed to cum on anything but the feather. and if you can't ... they're going to have to train you. repeatedly. edging you over the weeks until you can finally cum only from a feather and their hands tormenting you.

let's see how long it takes you, hm?

[sayorithot]

you're out with a friend and you both have to pee so badly your bladders are bulging. your friend pulls out a catheter and connects the two of you up, emptying all of their bladder's contents into yours. suddenly twice as full and way more than twice as desperate, you want to run to the bathroom, but your friend says no. you have to stay with them, act normal, and keep it all in. and then they lead you to meet up with a group of their friends, and when one of them has to pee, they pipe up to say they have a solution. in fact, they say, nobody will need to worry about going to pee all day.

hhholy fuck 😵‍💫 already so insanely full and they insist on more... making me into their toilet for the day... @///@

hmgkndhfhd the thought of having a catheter installed in me and then just. not taken out. so I cant pee and my bladder can be used as a bathroom, being filled up more and more... i feel like im gonna pop, but I get reassured that a good toilet can hold even more than I already have... 💖

im gonna look pregnant and not be able to think abt anything but how full of piss I am by the end 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 just so full it feels like my brain is swimming in it... and dripping into my soaked panties, but not a drop leaked out of my bladder, im just THAT wet from how much of my insides are being pushed aside to make room for alllll my friends piss... underwear tight not just from my bladder but also my boner and ohhh i just realized my pants squeezing my bladder is gonna be torment 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

oh god the thought of them all buying massive drinks bc there was a deal @///@ telling me to hurry up and enjoy mine before the ice can water it down too much, and then complaining they have to pee and I need to pull down my pants and give them the catheter to piss into... oh god my belly would be so stretched out and aching from the absolute weight and mass of all that piss in my poor bladder, made into the perfect toilet 💕💕

I can only hope they let me release it at the end of the day... im not sure how i would handle our whole friend groups piss if I had to hold it longer than our day out 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hmgksnhfbd of course, once im established as the group toilet, theres no way theyre ever gonna go out without me again... after all, public bathrooms are gross, and it's so entertaining to watch me go dumb and clutch my belly as I fill up with all their piss 💖💖💖😵‍💫

[fleshweavers]

okay but princes should literally top

[fleshweavers]

foppish soft tboy princes with delicate pretty hands and beautiful hair who havent worked a day in their lives should get to top their grizzled buff sweaty and scar-covered tgirl knights. The prince moaning delicately as he takes what's rightfully his and the knight (a foot taller and several times stronger than him) trembling using every ounce of her strength to stay still as her body is at once softly fondled and deeply penetrated, her efforts to hold her posture failing as she can't help but give in to the pleasure of serving her lovingly selfish prince. Who feels guilty for betraying her oath but afraid to disobey her liege and ashamed of how much she's enjoying it. She's supposed to be strong, to be able to take anything- but just having to lie back and let this inexperienced princeling have her- its nothing like what she's used to. It's completely disarming. And his soft voice is torturously sweet.

[fleshweavers]

hey im glad people like this post but im a boy and this post is about a boy please don't put me on your men dni blog thats kind of rude

[pleaseholditforme]

Pet play omo where your pet has to wait for you to come home from work to get their relief. They want to be a good pet, so they always hold it. By the time you walk in the door they're whining and shaking, and you let them outside to relieve themselves like a good pet.

But today they need to be punished, and you know exactly how you want to do that. you have them drink an extra doggy bowl of water before you even leave, and then you add a full liter of fluids to their daily supply. "This better all be finished by the time Master gets home, pet."

They whine and whimper, knowing what this means, but they don't argue. Little do they know, that's only half the punishment. After work ends, you got out with a few coworkers for drinks. By the time you're home, instead of 5:30, it's 7pm.

You come inside and your pet is already at the door, having heard you come in. They're whimpering and whining, cheeks wet with tears. "Why aren't you on all fours, pet?" You taunt.

They're crying, hands digging into their crotch, desperately trying to hang on. They can't crawl on all fours because they need their hands to hold, and you know it. But you play dumb. "Get on your paws, pet."

Crying and begging, apologizing for being a bad pet and promising they'll never ever be bad again, they slowly pry their hands away. They gingerly and tenderly get up on their hands and knees. Their knees are pressed tightly together, hips wriggling and bouncing. 

"Show me your belly." 

They collapse down and show you their tummy. Their swollen, bulging bladder protruding out between their hips. You reach down and start petting them there. 

"What is it, pet? I thought you loved belly rubs?"

[endlesspee]

Incredible how a super full bladder turns the lower belly into a new erogenous zone. Best part of the body just got even better. Cute tummy is now swollen and hypersensitive and makes you squirt pee when you press it. Amazing.

[splatboi]

I totally didn’t forget how I haven’t peed in over five hours until I started washing up the dishes and all the running water noises and warm water all over my hand wreaked havoc on my bladder, and I totally wasn’t pee dancing all over the place literally grabbing myself with MY WET HANDS to try and hold it in cause I refused to stop and go to the toilet, and totally didn’t leak right at the end before bolting upstairs, not to pee, but to continue holding it while I have a shower. No I totally didn’t do any of that idk why you’d even think that

[splatboi]

update after my small leak i managed to get a grip of myself and ran upstairs to keep holding. some combination of no longer being submerged in warm liquid with the sound of constant water running, plus that tiny leak seeming to relax my bladder a bit, made me go from being utterly frantic that i was scared i wouldn't even make it upstairs to... kinda confident.

i did my ten minutes of scar care while watching omo videos without flinching, and even drank another mug of water before i hopped into the shower for the extra challenge. i felt good though! it felt like my bladder and settled and nothing would come out

i would be proven, over the course of 15 minutes, to be very wrong

the first 5-7 minutes started out really strong i was completely cool and calm showering and taking my time. the warm water running down my body didn't bother me, and i was content to wash my hair and run my hands all over with no problem. i'd flinch a little bit rubbing over my bladder, but i was totally fine, right? ... right?

wrong.

that extra mug of water starting flooding into me and FAST. it felt like my bladder was expanding at 2x speed, one second it was only pretty full and suddenly it was swelling up more and more and fuck there was so much god-

i started shuffling back and forth in the shower, rubbing my thighs together and panting a little under my breath. i was trying to hold without my hands and it was getting more and more difficult by the second.

the first really bad wave hit me soon after, and i found my legs twisted together in a vice as i groaned under my breath, leaning forwards as i felt all my piss rush right up to the tip of my urethra. it was pounding on the door trying to get out, and the only thing keeping it all in was my thighs crushing the exit closed.

somehow, the wave passed, and i could breathe a bit easier... but only for a short while

everything was getting more and more difficult and i was rapidly realising i was royally fucked - this epiphany occurring when i reached above my head to adjust the shower head, only to jerk forwards and press my thighs together as another tiny spurt escaped me.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

i just had a couple steps left i could hold it til the end of my shower surely? surely. right? right.

i was dancing and squirming with each step, alternating between frantic shuffling and double twisting my legs together in a vice. my bladder bulge felt obscene with how big it was, big and full and pulsing so fucking hard it all wanted to come out right fucking now fuck-

i was in the middle of the very last step of cleansing my face when the worst wave came. i literally knotted my legs together like a pretzel, balancing on one foot to press my thighs even closer together. both my hands were pressed against the tiled wall as i panted nonononono under my breath, squeezing so tightly against this overwhelming pressure trying to force its way out of me. my pee hole kept fluttering and begging, trying to let a little out but i was clamped so tightly shut it couldn't find a way through. deep breaths, deep breaths, let it all wash over you and just breathe...

the wave passed, barely. it was going to come out in a few seconds and i just needed to finish this last step before i could gogogo

i damn near waterboarded myself washing my face so frantically before stumbling forwards out of the water, whimpering and slamming my thighs together as a small leak escaped between my briefly parted legs.

it was coming it was coming out now oh god it's coming fuck fuck FUCK-

i spread my legs wide and pulled the hood of my cock back and just let it spray all over the bathtub. fuck it felt incredible just flooding out of me. my held fell back and my mouth was open just moaning to myself as it all poured out of me. more and more and more, hours worth of piss just flooding the bathtub floor... needless to say but, well, it felt amazing

[pleaseholditforme]

needy little thing. you really need to go, don't you? here, let me check... wow, your bladder really IS big! gosh, how did that happen?

it's been that long since you last went? really? I could have sworn I let you go at lunch! Silly me. Breakfast was so long ago, wasn't it? Oh, does saying that make it harder to hold? You poor thing!

But how did it get so full? What did you drink, again? ...Wow, I made you that much coffee this morning, huh? And I'd forgotten all about the juice with lunch, and the tea afterwards. No wonder your bladder is so big and swollen and puffing out over your jeans! Here, let me check it one more time. I need to make sure everything is okay down there! After all, you've been holding for such a long time.

what's that? Don't touch it so hard? Sweetheart, did you forget this bladder belongs to me? I can touch it however I want.

hmm... you know, if you've got enough energy to spare that you're arguing with me, I think you can keep holding it. Oh come on, now, don't whine — are you going to cry? You silly thing. I'm sure you can hold it...you're going to have to, now.

but gosh, that bladder really IS big. We'd better hope there's still room in there! Dinner isn't for another few hours, after all, and you've already waited so long you might as well wait til then. I wonder what you'll look like by then...how much bigger do you think it can get?

now drink your tea, love.

[futchlings]

ez cnc ideas ive enjoyed

- fake safeword

- ketamine

- "this isn't even happening" aka realistic freeze response (actually most intense w ncnc history ime)

- "you're a doll, stay where I put you" (hits same freeze notes)

- "cmoooon pleeeease oh my gooood why are you being so weird about this"

- I'll end my life and blame you if you don't let me hit

- overpower after an intensive workout/exertion

- sleeping pics/light touch

- box cutter

- vet wrap/coban on hands to make paws

- talking about it

- mandatory floor time enforced by kicking

[squirmystuffiez]

what about someone who is really anxious about using public transport toilets— on coaches, planes, etc—but equally is shy about using a bottle publicly (even if it’s hidden under a blanket or clothing) so has no choice but to hold it in. squirming in place, face growing redder and redder as they struggle, gasping and clutching at themselves when the bus lurches over a bump and they squirt warmth into their underwear. It feels so good, it’s agony to tense those exhausted muscles again.

the vibrations of the bus and the wet cling of the underwear making their privates throb, ohh, it’s even tougher to hold it—!

or if by some miracle they make it to, say, the end of a flight - just imagine the shock of the impact? plastered against the leather seat, head back, as they heavily and by this point uncontrollably soak through their clothes until the seat has a puddle in it, perhaps so completely entranced by the sensation of finally relieving themselves they can barely even think of grabbing their things and getting off the plane… yeah…

[squiirming]

thinking about a trans guy with big t growth who needs to pee really bad and is crossing his legs to hold it, squeezing his tdick between his thighs, unintentionally stimulating himself until he’s rock hard and every squeeze and squirm sends pleasure through his body.

[nsfweenis]

It gets even better if his thighs are clamped together in such a way that when he starts leaking, the warm pee runs along the underside of his dick - causing a chain reaction where when he cums, the piss squirts out of him with each clench, engulfing his dick and making his orgasm just that much more intense

[squiirming]

he’s already wet when he starts leaking, but the added liquids spill over and between his thighs as he squirms and makes them slicker. his hard little dick twitches as it’s rubbed over and over again. erect as it is, the hood that usually hides it has pulled back, so there’s no escape from the sensations. he’s pulsing, somehow feeling on the edge of orgasm without a single real touch, when he properly leaks a solid spurts for the first time. it’s brief, and in itself it hardly adds to the stimulation, but the sudden flash of relief followed by a wave of need as soon as he regains control and clamps shut is eye watering. he squeezes his thighs as tightly as he can, rocking back and forth, effectively fucking them. it’s so much all once, he’s actually scared he’s going to come like this, and he’s certain that if he does he’ll lose control.

so he dares part his shaky thighs. one second passes, then two, then three, and on the fourth a slow dribble starts leaking out. it runs down his hole, almost tickling. his dick throbs so hard he sees it pulse. he’s so fucking close to something, and too far gone to know what kind of relief will hit first. he clenches his muscles as hard as he can, but nothing can stop the slow trickle. the tension keeps rising, and rising, and rising, until it’s another forceful spurt that escapes him. he yelps, it caresses the underside of his dick, and the sound turns into a moan.

his whole cunt clenches, throbs, a second spurt follows the first almost immediately, and he can no longer pretend he can hold it like this. his thighs come back together on instinct, squeezing his hard tdick once again. it’s too much all at once, overstimulating. another spurt come out. he bends forward, then leans back, unable to stay still for a second, as he keeps losing control. piss slowly floods the triangle between his thighs and his pubic mound. he keeps rocking back and forth, almost silent safe for breathless little gasps.

he’s almost forgotten how close he was until he comes. he’s closed his eyes to focus when it hits. the feeling coils in his guts, he feels his orgasm approaching, inevitable. for a second, he thinks of parting his thighs again to let the feeling pass, because there’s no way he’s coming without losing control, but then the thought of ruining this orgasm is unbearable, and it’s too late anyways. he squeezes his thighs as has as he can one last time, and goes over the edge. his hard dick throbs hard between them, so stiff and sensitive he has to release some pressure. with each orgasmic pulse he feels hot piss squirting out, completely out of his control. it floods him with warmth, with a rush. the pulsing heat keeps it going and going and going longer than it usually lasts. every time he thinks he’s done throbbing in pleasure, a warm squirt sends another wave through his body.

by the time he’s finished, he’s beyond oversensitive, unable to keep his thighs together at all. his exhausted muscles keep pulsing, twitching, his dick refusing to soften under the continuous stimulation of each spurt of piss that forces it way out of him. it keeps coming in interrupted leaks until his body finally manages to relax enough to just let go. the relief is as good as coming. he pisses for what feels like forever, unashamedly panting and moaning through it.

before he’s done, his hand finds its way between his legs and he quickly jerks off to another powerful orgasm that leaves him entirely boneless.

[splatboi]

I leaked a little in (sort of) public for the first time ever today 😖

My friends and I went to see a movie today and got lunch beforehand, so I had a lot of fluids with the meal cause it was a lil salty and it was hot outside. Combined with my water bottle that I’d been drinking from before, it probably totalled to around a litre of water. But it’s ok!! I went to pee before the film, thoroughly enjoyed it, zero problems with my bladder. By the end of it I’d basically finished my water bottle again (after already emptying one time during lunch) so I had a fair amount of fluid in me, but was otherwise ok. My friends and I then go to get bubble tea, and this was the thing that really started to make me need to goooo.

Normally the portions are kinda stingy, so I wasn’t expecting to drink that much. Colour me surprised when the server hands me back basically a fucking pint of liquid which hey, I’m not complaining, that’s good value for money right there.

We end up sitting on a bench for around two hours just chatting about the movie and drinking. I however, have a problem my friends do not have. Firstly, I got my drink quite a bit sooner than them cause I knew what I wanted and ordered first, so I already had a head start on finishing my drink. Secondly, I have a chronic problem with drinking every drink I have super fast. If a drink is put in front of me, it’ll be gone in 15 minutes tops, I cannot do sipping to save my life. So by the time my friends are just starting their drinks - which they will proceed to sip on slowly for the next two hours - I’ve basically already finished mine, and all that liquid has a major head start on getting to my bladder and sitting there for a long long time.

I don't really notice it at first though, I'm sitting enjoying the conversation. Contributing to discussion and laughing when I gradually start to feel a little tingle down below. It’s not bad though, barely noticeable, and I mostly forget about it as we continue to talk.

I don’t forget about it completely though.

Slowly my legs start swinging more and more on the bench, and I find myself subconsciously trying to position myself in such a way that my crotch is pressed against one of the slats of wood, and it dawns on me then of Oh, I really need to pee

Perhaps it was the delusion talking, but I still didn’t think it was that bad. There was a perverted part of my brain picturing me managing to hold on another basically two hours until I got home, but those hopes were swiftly dashed the second I got up and gravity hit my bladder like a sledgehammer. Ok that’s a little dramatic, it was definitely still (somewhat) manageable, but way fuller than I’d ever comfortably be in public normally, especially without a toilet nearby.

Luckily, one of my friends had been saying on and off for a while she needed the toilet and we should go find one, so our next quest was wandering to the nearby McDonald’s and using their loos. Walking though… walking was gradually becoming a challenge for me.

Every step I took seemed to shake my bladder more than the last, and that combined with the long detour we had to take (because we thought there was a shortcut but actually wasn't) made the weight in my bladder more and more heavy, all pressing down on my clenching urethra.

By the time we finally got to there I was mentally frantic. Externally, I was still chatting and laughing with my friends, but internally all my thoughts were dissolving into just pisspisspisspisspiss. Not being able to grab at myself and cross my legs super obviously was making it all so much worse, barely holding on with my fluttering urethra and I just needed to GO

I had a genuine scare though when we walked in. The toilets were trapped upstairs, and the entry was barred by cleaners who’d put tape across them to stop anyone from going to the upper floor while they were there. FUCK-

My friend who needed to go was saying “oh well that’s a shame, guess I’ll walk home and just pee when I get there” which was fine for her cause she only lived five minutes away and clearly didn't need to go that badly, but my back teeth were fucking SWIMMING and I genuinely could not handle the thought of leaving without pissing at this point (and yes there was a toilet at the train station but that still another ten minute walk away and I genuinely don't think my bladder could've handled that without at least being forced to pee dance in front of all my friends, which I simply would not have survived)

Under the guise of wanting to be helpful to my friend I started walking as quickly as I could around the McDonald's and thankfully made eye contact with an open bathroom sign downstairs. Granted, it was a single disabled toilet, but a toilet nonetheless.

However... cause I had not at all voiced needing to piss at this point, I didn't want to dive in there first and leave my friend hanging outside the loos. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, never mind the fact that in their minds, I didn't need to pee at all. I pointed the bathroom out to her, motioned for her to go in, and proceeded to have the longest minute and a half wait in my life.

My other friend was still stood outside with me and clearly didn't need to piss at all, so they kept rambling to me and making small talk and I genuinely just could not absorb any of it. My bladder was so fucking close to relief it was the only thing filling my brain and I think basically every response I gave was just some variation of mmhmm, uhuh, yeah. It got so bad at one point, my bladder clenching down trying to send such intense waves of desperation through me that I was forced to cross my legs right in front of my friend talking to me. Shifting my thighs twisting one way and another, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while my gaze was just locked on that bathroom door. Fuck I needed to piss so fucking badly if I wasn't careful it was gonna come out RIGHT NOW-

My friend finally, fucking finally, opened the bathroom door and I felt like I could breathe again. Relief was so close I just needed to-

My friends started trying to leave the damn McDonald's, thinking that everyone's bladder's were empty, and I had to suffer the embarrassment of saying "oh no I'm gonna pee too" while trying to keep my legs untwisted, my posture straight, my face entirely neutral while my bladder screamed at me. Trying to play it off like I was taking a just-in-case piss before my long trip home, instead of letting on that my bladder was about to burst at the seams. My friends of course didn't care, just shrugged and went back to talking to each other while I frantically slammed the door shut behind me.

PISSPISSPISSPISSPISS

I was so close so so close so close it's there it's right there I just need to take my shorts off and fuck there's a tie why is there always a tie on these things fuck, why is the knot so tight I just need to take these off please please please please please-

I'm pee dancing right in front of the toilet, desperately twisting my thighs as I wrestle with the knot on the front of my shorts, bladder clenching and pulsing as the string cuts into it while I pull it tighter to try and undo the knot and fuck it wants to come out but no it's ok I can hold it-

I manage to get my shorts down just as a tiny spurt escapes me, dampening my boxers and making me start to basically hyperventilate as I stumble the last few steps to the toilet. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

I shove my boxers down and slam my ass on the toilet, exploding a thick stream of piss into the bowl as I slump in relief. Trying to hold back my moans as I stare at the small coin sized stain on my boxers, suddenly feeling so embarrassed by the whole situation. Being caught so off guard by my bladder like that was so humbling, even though the whole situation should've been obvious with how much I drank, it just slipped my mind somehow.

The worst part of it all though (besides nearly pee dancing in front of my friends) was when I slid my boxers back on and felt the cool wetness of my leak against my crotch again. All my shame and embarrassment condensed down into that single coin-sized patch, I could feel myself blushing. Tightening the knot back on my shorts, I was A) amazed at how much looser they were that just a minute ago, and B) very careful to make the knot much easier to undo than the last one... ugh...

It only took a couple seconds before my embarrassment was overcome with arousal about the whole situation though so, perhaps I didn't learn my lesson. Perhaps I'll end up frantic in public again and wishing I'd learned from my past self. Either way... I had a good time, teehee

[splatboi]

want someone to walk in on me so badly rn... just see me squirmy and blushy, face pink and eyes hazy from the pent up need to piss and edge. cooing softly as they crawl on top of me and force my thighs apart, shhing my whimpers with kisses as they rub their knee gently against my crotch. not too hard, can't have me getting too close to edge, but enough to give my pulsing urethra a chance to hold on a little longer. teasing me everywhere, licking down my neck and chest and pressing kisses everywhere as i get more and more desperate, shuddering when their fingers press against my bladder bulge, gasping when their fingers dip into my soaking cunt.

moaning as i hear the zip of their trousers come undone and they start rubbing up against my entrance with their cock. slapping it lightly on my tdick as it throbs, giggling at my gasps and begs. what i want isn't even clear, begging to piss, begging to edge, begging to fuck me, begging to help me hold it. i just want so badly and they're here to help me.

pushing into me so slowly despite how slick i am, but they have to go slow cause i keep nearly leaking. groaning as my cunt stretches around them, shivering as the pressure against my bladder grows from the inside. finally getting all the way to the base, fully sheathed in my hot wet pulsing cunt, just staring down at me as it flutters and stutters around the shaft. desperately clenching down to feel good, desperately clenching down to hold it all in. my urethra keeps winking, piss right at the fucking tip fighting to come out, the damn near bursting as i throw my hands over my face to hide how hard i'm trying to hold it all back. gripping the sheets in a vice because i know they'd just slap my hands away if i tried to hold myself

clenching down so tightly as the pull out moaning no, begging them to stay despite how hard it was to hold, only to have my eyes roll back as they push all the way to the hilt again. once, twice, three times, over and over again until i lose count. i'm panting and sweating focusing so hard on being so good for them, holding it all in, holding it all back. the piss threatening to spill over as i try to breathe myself back from another edge. going going going, keep going, keep fucking, push deeper, fuck harder, using me as a toy to chase their own pleasure.

they're close, so fucking close i can taste their cum on my tongue, in the air. they're panting and grunting and their eyes are closed over me and i'm trying so so hard to be so good for them. begging my body please just a little longer, hold on a little longer. ignoring the tightening coil in my own stomach, focus just on them, just their pleasure. they're so beautiful like this it's almost hypnotising, and i can almost forget about myself and become their perfect piss filled fuck toy.

just as they're dancing right on the edge of cumming right into my tight perfect cunt, i lose it. not a lot, not even a spurt, barely even a leak. just the tiniest spasm in my bladder squeezing it's way past my bursting dam, a single drop of piss and it's over.

i say sorry, beg them no, please, i swear i can hold it in, please cum in me please please please.

they sigh as they pull out of me, disappointed. they were so fucking close too, and i'm forced to watch still tangled in my own desperation as they pump into their fist once, twice, and cum with a quiet grunt all over their palm. quiet, understated, disappointed. i feel like a failure, panting and desperate all twisted up, wishing so badly i could've held on a second longer, been the perfect little fuck toy for just a few more seconds so i could've wrenched out their full thick satisfying orgasm from them.

i beg for permission to piss, permission to cum, edge even, and whimper as they slowly lean over me. maybe this is it, maybe i've earned something, anything-

they press their entire palm into my bulging desperate bladder as i arch my beg and beg no please fuck i can't-

i explode all over the sheets, long thick streams i keep trying to fight to hold in, spurts and starts i can't ever contain, over and over until i'm completely spent. without permission, it didn't even feel good.

they press a soft kiss to my forehead as i lay spent in my own mess, unsatisfied.

maybe next time you'll be good enough for me ok? just need to hold it in a little longer.

i shiver, knowing i'm in for another week of bladder training before we're allowed to try again. one day i'll be your perfect little desperate piss filled fleshlight, and finally be allowed to cum with you inside me. but not today

[hold-it-a-little-longer]

a girl who's bladder is so full it's about to burst. she's tied to a chair with her legs left spread wide and no clothes on. she squirms and tries her best to hold it but the ropes is putting pressure on her bladder. her pussy is throbbing from it and her hole aches as she tries to keep holding it. she whimpers and pants and moans, muttering an 'oh no' and squeaking as her hole spasms and a single droplet leaks out. she keeps trying to hold it but her hole keeps spasming and leaking. then she lets out a spurt and moans, trying to stop it. it weakens to a dribble for a moment before she spurt again. and again and again. she keeps trying to hold it back but soon she can't take it and she bursts, her pee spraying all over the floor as she moans in relief.

[marbleghost2]

omo character who straight up refuses to give in to wetting themself, even past a point of no return.

doing everything within their ability to keep holding, hands between their crossed legs, tapping their foot, straddling or dry humping something, shifting in place constantly... they don't give up the first time they leak, they just press their thighs together tighter and try even harder to physically stop themself from having an accident. then one leak turns into two, two leaks turns into just constant dribbling into their pants that they literally cannot stop. there is an obvious wet patch or puddle or other sign that it's probably too late at this point, but they're still putting so much effort into holding it that they're physically shaking. they never fully piss themself or anything, just slowly empty their bladder in increasingly bigger spurts and leaks, and even while they're getting the relief they so badly wanted they're squirming and trying their best to keep it in because they just refuse to wet themself on purpose

there's opportunity for another character to get involved too, like a friend/partner/dom who's trying to convince them to just let go already, they'll feel so much better if they're not actively fighting the relief they're unavoidably getting. but i also like the idea of a character doing this entirely by themself. there's no one to embarrass themself in front of or anything, they're just too stuck on that stubborn feeling in their head that they need to make it and cannot have an accident.

[squirmyworm]

Hii jobs got crazy for a while so I've been afk BUT Ive seen a lot about sfw vs kink discourse and decided imma state my case as someone who enjoys BOTH forms of tickle content:

Bottom line? Both types of enjoyment exist and that's that. Adult sfw enjoyers arent secretly fetishists if they say they aren't. It's possible to love tickling in a nonsexual manner. It's also possible to love it both ways and differentiate how you feel. Everyone has their own unique experience and connection with stuff like this and it's fruitless to try and tell each other what we are and how we feel.

Everyone is valid and deserves to be here, and there shouldnt be this weird war between nsft and sfw >:(

How YOU enjoy tickling is your business. And all forms of enjoyment are great and awesome and can coexist. Kerblam.

[two-birds-and-a-bush]

thinking about flying on a plane with my owner, and they don't let me use the human bathroom at the airport but instead they take me to the animal relief area and make me raise my leg and piddle in the fake grass in front of everyone... I'm so humiliated that I barely manage a trickle before clamming up, but then we have to board the plane where there's no bathroom for pups like me and my owner says I'd better be able to hold it for the whole five hour flight, and by the time we finally land I have to piddle so badly I barely make it to the animal relief area and don't care who's watching me as I let loose a spray of piss all over the fake hydrant and grass, and my owner pets my head and praises me for being such a good obedient pup

[age-of-play-i-say]

hadta stay hydrated at the hot hot parade today

got home and it was nap time!! after a big mug of coffee

jusst woke up an my parts feel all heavy an achey, can't stop pressin them into a pillow!!!

[age-of-play-i-say]

got all worked up crossin my legs with the pillow in between until I was shivering an wet

went to the potty an let it out until I didn feel full anymore then tried to stop going

stoppin made my pussy ache so I rubbed my winkie hard an fast to stop leakin

drank more and more water an now a THC drinkie! my tummy is fillin up with peepee again, gonna find my pillow an hold it in!!!!

[age-of-play-i-say]

lots lots easier to hold with teddie tucked in my shorts and my legs crossed on my pillow!

jus bouncin on teddie's head, my stiff winkie pressin on teddie's nosie!!!! don't gotta go anymore!! jus feel so wet, gotta keep grindin

[age-of-play-i-say]

can feel all the weewee pressin against teddie's head an nosie

every few bounces am losin a leak, some drips but it feels so good it could be squirt???? hhhh teddie's nosie hair is rubbin awayyyy at my winkie and it feels so so so good