Another omo story behind one person asked.
There’s only one person I’ve known who knew about my omo kink, and that was my ex situationship who we’ll call Claire. I don’t remember how I told her exactly, but I know I told her because she had been hinting at having an omo kink as well, saying she had a holding kink. We hung out every week, sometimes for days on end. So, obviously, we would regularly do ~stuff~
It was late, we were horny and drunk. We both were complaining how drinking made us need to pee a lot, and that’s when she came up with the idea: a holding contest- time each other for how long we could hold.
We drank even more, some water, some liquor. I was the one to start teasing her, as I spotted her sitting on her foot- something I do when I’m trying to discreetly hold. I told to stand up, and she did. She winced, pinching one of her eyes and her nose.
“You’re doing that on purpose”
She said.
“Just trying not to loose.” I replied.
We’d give eachother challenges, like listening to water sounds while drinking more, standing up and down, doing jumping jacks. Through this, I realized I had never wet in front of someone and part of me wanted to back out from embarrassment- but didn’t say anything. She tells me to stand, and at this point, I’ve drank a days worth of liquid and my desperation would obvious.
She pressed me up against the wall, pushing her knee beneath my crotch as she pressed very firmly onto my bladder. I squeezed my thighs, or try to, to aid my mix of pleasure and pain. Then, she pulled her knee away, pushing my bladder harder as she back up a few inches, because she knew.
I was wearing these low rise blue jeans, and the moment I began to wet my pants you could see it. I remember freezing, as the hot rush of my pee ran down and spread. I couldn’t help but moan a bit, knowing she was watching me with her bladder full. This finally came to a stop, for what seems like a couple of minutes worth of pissing.
She told me to keep my pants on, and she began to rub my clit over my jeans, licking the massive wet patch on my jeans. I could feel her wiggle, as she was still holding and growing desperate. I surprised her by picking her up and placing her on my lap as I sat down on her bed, motioning her hips to grind on my leg. She gasped loudly when I lightly pressed her bladder, that simple touch allowing her to release onto my already wet pants.