You heard about a dom locking the bathroom so the sub can't get in no matter how hard they try and eventually wets.
However, I raise you, dom who doesn't lock the door, because they know that their sub would never do anything to disobey them.
Picture this: your sub is on the brink of losing control, they're squirming, shoving their hands in their crotch since they can no longer ignore the heaviness of their swollen bladder. Their eyes dart towards the unlocked door, only momentarily though. Relief is just a couple feet away, but they can't force their body to move, because you're standing right in front of them, watching them bite their lip with glassy eyes. You know they wouldn't though, they're too focused on pleasing you to do anything like that.
"I see you eyeing that door." You murmur, taking a seat on the couch and patting the spot next to you in a quiet invitation. They wordlessly sit down, only whimpering pitifully. "You could go any time, you know."
Your sub crosses their legs tightly at the reminder, because they are all too aware of that fact. They really could just go, the only one stopping them is themselves.
"I-I know." They stutter. "I just—"
"Legs apart." You instruct gently, interrupting them. They grit their teeth but do so in a heartbeat. "Remove your hands too."
Your sub winces at the command. Now with their crotch fully exposed, you see a sizeable wet spot on their pants from frequent leaks. You stare at the spot, trying to suppress a knowing smirk. You make sure to stare at it for an uncomfortable amount of time in order to make them squirm for a different reason. You only stop once they let out a sharp gasp, another leak escaping them and wetting the couch a little bit.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't—"
You make sure to smile lovingly at them as you cup their face. "I know, baby. It's okay, you can't help it. Do you want help holding."
Your sub, sniffling, legs still apart, barely even hesitates before nodding, almost frantically. "Please."
"Alright, babe." You chuckle and open up your arms. "It's alright, climb into my lap."
They do as their told, you position them so your thigh is inbetween their legs. They shiver and moan softly at the pressure, they're about to start grinding, before pausing.
"But… I'm gonna get you all wet."
You shit them up by trailing your thumb over their lips. "I know. I don't mind. That's the fun of it, isn't it?"
They can't help but smile shyly at your words, the moment gets interrupted by another leak.
"Shit—"
They mutter under their breath as you feel the middle of your thigh get wet. In a panic, they start grinding into your thigh in an attempt to hold it for at least a little bit longer.
You rub their shoulders soothingly. "I know, I know, honey. You have to go so bad. And to think, an unlocked bathroom is just moments away. Why don't you just use that?" You ask, knowing the answer.
"Because I can't." They rasp out.
"Because why?"
They groan, realizing what you're doing. They really have to say it, don't they? "Because you don't want me to…"
"Good job!" You praise, making them moan. "Because if you went and peed when you're not supposed to, that'd make you bad, wouldn't it?"
"Yes. 'M not bad." They sniffle out. It's adorable how distraught they get over the mere thought of doing something bad.
"That's right." You reply warmly, you cup their face inbetween both of your hands, forcing them to look at you. "You're not bad. Because even with the bathroom completely accessible, you refuse to move, because you're so good, and you know I wouldn't like that if you disobeyed me, huh?"
They simply nod, having ceased grinding as you kept on praising them. Their face is a crimson red and their eyes are unfocused. Their only goal now is to hold it in, but it's kind of hard to focus on it when you keep praising them like this.
"You're so good for me." You continue. "I know you're trying so hard to hold it in right now, but you can let go now, hun. You've been so good throughout this whole experience, I think you deserve a reward."
At the verbal permission, your sub finally relaxes and wets, soaking your thigh and knee. You watch as their pants darken and their piss drips onto the couch beneath you two. Their mouth is open as they pant and shiver, they continue grinding now with a newfound vigor, chasing after their much deserved orgasm.
