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Out Of The Way (Omorashi Story)
Ok so I've had this story in my head ever since I saw this post and cranked it out last night/today. I didn't edit it very much, so this is basically a "typed it out, gave it some tweaks and a read over, bing bang boom" kind of deal. Just needed to get it out. Disclaimer: the events in the story are consensual, the couple has done things like this before and any distress mentioned is agreed upon in the context of the story. Also, it's kind of long. Here ya go:
It was a bright Sunday afternoon, and Cyan and Indy were on a date at the mall. Theyâve been there for the past three hours, Cyan mostly interested in the bookstore (Cyan finding a graphic novel theyâd been looking for, Indy excited about a new horror novel that had just come out), candy shop, and various cute knick knack stores, one of them in which Cyan and Indy both found Pochacco blind bags and, to their delight, pulled their favorites from the set. Cyan was on cloud nine, hazy with love for the day and for Indy.
Except.
Except for the fact that it had been about four hours since theyâd last used the bathroom, one hour since they finished a large lemonade from the food court, and half an hour since they started feeling the first inkling that their bladder was starting to fill. Theyâd decided to ignore it at the time, and maybe see about finding a restroom once they were closer to leaving the mall.
âOh perfect, hereâs the botanical shop, letâs head inside!â Indy said, spotting one of their favorite stores. Indy had a modest yet thriving collection of houseplants and took pride in keeping them healthy. This independent plant store was their favorite spot to pick up soil and other odds and ends, frequenting there so often that theyâd become friends with the owners. Cyan loved how well Indy took care of their plants â Cyan wouldnât touch them, as they were known as a harbinger of death for the poor things. Cyan was better suited for furry creatures to care for than leafy.
âOh sure!â Cyan agreed, happy to walk through the fresh smelling plants while Indy got more soil for their apartment. They were greeted at the entrance by a waterfall feature â one of those small garden decorations, where the water continually flowed from the top of the stone structure down to the small pool basin. Cyan eyed it nervously, the trickling water reminding them of their own bladder, which tingled uncomfortably at the sound. They quickly followed Indy further into the shop and blessedly, away from the waterfall.
âViolet! Lil!â Indy cheered as they caught sight of the two owners of the shop, a married couple who happened to live just down the street from Cyan and Indy. âHey you two!â Violet said. âDidnât tell us you were coming by today.â
âI didnât know if you were going to be here,â Indy replied. âItâs a Sunday, after all. Donât you usually have other staff here on Sundays?â
âYeah, well, two of ours called out sick, what can you do.â Lil shrugged. âHowâs it, Cyan?â
Cyan smiled a hello. âSâall good,â they said, shifting their weight and shoving their hands into the pockets of their denim jacket. Their need to pee was more noticeable now, and they hoped that adjusting their stance would help quell the urge while they chatted. It did for a minute, but Cyan soon realized that they couldnât keep standing still, so they excused themself to go look around the shop while Indy continued to chat. Â Unfortunately, that meant getting closer to the waterfall again. Cyanâs hands balled into fists in their pockets, mentally urging Indy to hurry up. The insistent splashing of the water into the basin was a tease to Cyanâs bladder, filling up more quickly now that the lemonade had made its way through their system. They were going to need to say something to Indy, and soon.
Thankfully, Indy finished up their purchase and said their goodbyes to Violet and Lil. âHey, ready to go?â Indy asked Cyan.
âYes,â Cyan breathed, relieved to finally be away from that waterfall.
âWhere would you like to go next?â Indy said.
âWell, actually,â Cyan started, âcould we stop at the ah, the bathroom before we keep going?â
âThe bathroom?â Indy asked. They cocked their head slightly, feigning confusion, but Cyan immediately saw the knowing glint in their eye. Cyan knew what that look meant and could only hope Indy would take it easy on them.
âYeah...â Cyan said, somewhat sheepishly. âThe bathroom.â
âWhat do you need the bathroom for?â Indy asked, still playing innocent. Cyan groaned internally.
âI just, well...the lemonade from lunch...â
âYes?â Indy prompted, smirking.
Cyan felt a blush start to creep on their cheeks. âWell, I finished it about an hour ago and now I just...have to pee.â They finished their sentence in a rush, their bladder panging as a reminder of that fact.
Indy gave an exaggerated nod, as if they were only now connecting the dots. âOooh, I see. Well, I donât think itâs time for us to take a bathroom break yet. Itâs only been an hour, like you said, since you had anything to drink. Surely you can wait a bit longer.â
âAh, but,â Cyan huffed, âI need to â â
âIn fact,â Indy continued, âitâs probably a good idea if we got you another drink, donât you think? Youâre supposed to drink so much every hour, whatever that recommendation is, I forget exactly. Either way, itâs definitely time for another drink for you.â Indy took Cyan by the hand and began to drag them back to the food court. Cyan gave a small whine in protest.
âIndy, really, I need to pee â â
âNo, you donât.â Indy replied, their tone seeping with excited yet controlled dominance, âYou donât need to go yet, and any of that lemonade thatâs filtering through you, well youâll just have to hold it like a big boy. One lemonade is not enough to need to go.â
Cyan shushed at Indyâs command, letting themself be pulled back to the food court without further arguing. Theyâve played this game before, and Cyan accepted that they were playing again now, although how long Cyan could hold off the inevitable...they were unsure. They were even more unsure when they landed at the soda dispenser at the center of the food court â the kind thatâs self-serve for over a dozen brand and flavor options â and Indy pulled a large cup from the stack. Cyan squeezed their thighs together at the sight, forcing themself to take a deep breath and try to steady the splashing feeling in their bladder.
âHmmm, what drink would you like?â Indy asked, looking over the options on the screen. âOh! They have Cherry Sprite, how about that?â They turned to Cyan, gesturing with the cup.
Cyan wavered. They did like Cherry Sprite, but the large cup...
âYeah, Cherry Sprite sounds good,â Cyan replied. âBut...how about a medium?â they ventured, hoping Indy would take the bait. They didnât.
âNo, a large. We wouldnât want you to get thirsty and have to come all the way back here, would we?â Indy added some ice, then selected the Cherry Sprite and pushed the pour button. Bright, bubbly soda started gushing out. Cyan groaned, their need to pee escalating with the sound of the drink rushing into the cup. They shifted from one foot to the other, longing for relief that was a far way off.
âHere you go!â Indy chirped, handing Cyan the now full cup. âDrink up.â
Cyan, knowing there was no way out of this, immediately obeyed, their teeth chewing at the straw while they took a large gulp. The citrusy sweet drink fizzled down their throat, and while admittedly it was delicious, it was also a stark reminder of what was already trickling into Cyanâs bladder. Cyan took a few more sips, which pleased Indy. âThere,â Indy said, âdoesnât that feel good?â
âYes,â Cyan gasped, fingers gripping the cup a bit too tight, âfeels...feels good.â It did not feel good. It felt like Cyan was a water balloon quickly overfilling itself to pop, the soda and lemonade sloshing together in Cyanâs tummy down to their bladder. They bit their lip nervously, shimmying their hips from side to side.
âGood!â Indy said. âNow letâs go check out some other stores.â
Indy led Cyan throughout the mall over the next half hour, reveling in every squirm, pant, and whimper Cyan made as they went. Indy loved seeing Cyan grow desperate, their little bladder throbbing until Cyan couldnât take it anymore and begged Indy to let them pee. And this time, Indy had something a little special planned for when that moment finally happened.
Cyan could barely concentrate while Indy dragged them from spot to spot, their need to pee growing rapidly with each sip of their soda. They fidgeted restlessly as Indy presented candles to sniff, game boxes to read, stuffed animals to feel, their bladder quivering below their belly and sending increasingly urgent signals to Cyan that they needed to go! They needed to go now!
âIndy...â Cyan said quietly, swaying from foot to foot as subtly as they could manage, their free hand hovering over their belly while the other held a now half empty soda cup, âplease, I have to pee. Please can I go now?â
âHmm?â Indy looked up nonchalantly from the price tag they were checking. They eyed Cyanâs potty dance and chuckled. âAww, does my pup have to go so soon?â they mocked. âYou havenât even finished your soda.â
âHnngg,â Cyan groaned, glancing at the remaining soda in the cup, condensation dripping onto their fingers and sending tingling chills up their spine. âI c-canât finish this, Indy. I canât take it anymore!â
âYou poor thing. Youâre just going to have to hold it, we arenât going to the bathroom right now.â
âBut,â Cyan protested, âbut I have to go!â
âYou sure sound restless,â Indy replied, ignoring Cyanâs plea, âletâs go take a seat for a minute by the fountain.â
âThe fountain?â Cyan said, incredulous, as Indy took them by the hand and walked them to the main water feature of the mall â a giant white stone pool with water shoots spraying sparkling water in a circular pattern. Merry go round animals were hung form the ceiling above, making it all look rather whimsical.
âYeah, there are benches here,â Indy said, sitting them down. Cyan immediately began to grind down on the bench, fanning their thighs in and out. The rushing water of the fountain was torture to their sensitive bladder, their own pee splashing menacingly against its walls and threatening to make its way down their urethra. âIsnât this nice?â Indy asked. âI just love watching all this water flowing around us, so free and easy. And the sounds it makes, arenât they relaxing?â
âOoooh,â Cyan moaned a reply, writhing in a desperate attempt to find any sort of relief from the tingling all along their lower belly. Indyâs teasing was making the situation exponentially worse, and Cyan wasnât sure how much longer they could hold back the flood. âFuck, I gotta go to the bathroom. Indy, please!â
 âBig boys donât need to go without permission. Youâre just gonna have to handle it.â Indy made no move to leave the bench. âNow letâs rest here for a bit, enjoy the fountain.â They eyed Cyan. âDrink more of your soda.â
Cyan was decidedly not enjoying the fountain. They took a few quick sips from their soda to appease Indy, but their need to pee was all encompassing. They rocked back and forth on the bench, their legs quivering as their bladder sloshed inside them. The sips of that soda felt like electric bursts sliding through them, making their bladder buzz with fullness. It was torture to sit here and do nothing. Cyan longed to be sitting on a toilet instead, where they could finally relax and release all the liquid pent up about to burst â
With that train of thought, Cyan suddenly felt the first drop of pee tingling at their entrance. They panicked, jumping up from the bench and squeezing their thighs together, frozen. Fuck, no, please not a leak! Not yet! They thought frantically.
âIs something wrong?â Indy asked innocently. âDonât you want to finish your soda before we go?â
âN-no more soda, please!â Cyan begged, crossing one leg over the other and bending at the waist. Their bladder threatened that drop closer and closer to their tip, and Cyan was desperate to gain any amount of control. âIndy, I need a bathroom, now! I have to pee so bad, please.â
Indy shook their head. âNot until youâve finished that soda,â they replied. âUntil then, you keep holding it in.â
Cyan shook their head, unable to fathom putting any more liquid into their already thrashing bladder. Pee rippled along their lower half and they wrapped their arms around themself in need. âB-but Iâm going to leak!â they whispered loudly. It was thankfully pretty deserted at this area of the mall, but Cyan was still embarrassed to be seen standing like this in public.
âNot my problem,â Indy replied, although their piercing eyes and upturned smirk indicated that they were certainly enjoying the show. âYouâll hold it until youâve finished your drink. Big boys should be able to hold two drinks without needing to pee.â
Cyan shivered, deciding quickly to obey Indy rather than waste more time arguing, and guzzled down the rest of the drink. They sucked at the straw until the cup was empty, sugary cherry flavor coating their tongue and sloshing into their belly. They gasped when they were done, âThere! Itâs gone. Can I please go to the bathroom now?â
Indy mock sighed, but nodded. âWell, really you shouldnât need to go yet, since you only just finished your drink, but since you did listen very well, I suppose I could let you pee now.â Indy stood up and began moving towards the restrooms located on the other side of the fountain.
Iâm going to make it, Cyan thought triumphantly, scurrying along with Indy, thighs rubbing together as they walked. Iâm so close to peeing oooh god, oh god please let me make it to the door â
âClosed for Cleaningâ
Immediately Cyanâs stomach dropped, and their bladder threatened to burst right there in their pants. The sight of the closed sign outside the bathroom was unbelievable, after their body was so ready to release. Cyan tensed their muscles and moaned, leaning against the side wall. âIndy, Indy itâs closed!â they whined. âA-another bathroom, please, now!â
âOh dear,â Indy said, sounding much less surprised than Cyan. âIt looks like they are closed. Too bad. Canât you just wait until we get home?â
Home? Home was 45 minutes away, plus the bumpy roads and seatbelts, Cyan couldnât stomach the thought. They hissed as a sharp throb of their bladder caused them to sway their hips and throw their head back in desperation. âI wonât make it home!â they cried. âI need to pee right now!â
âWell, if you really donât think you can hold it...I do know where another bathroom is around here.â Indy eyed Cyan hungrily, flashing a shark like grin at the state of them. âItâs a bit out of the way, Violet told me about it earlier at the shop. Itâs one that employees will sometimes use if they want to cheat into having a longer bathroom break by walking the distance. Itâs always open, unlike the other bathrooms here on a Sunday cleaning schedule.â
âYes!â Cyan panted. âAnything, Indy, just take me now! Please!â
âIf you insist,â Indy replied. They took Cyan by the hand and guided them back across the mall.
Cyan wriggled and danced next to Indy, fighting off urge after bubbling urge to release their pent up piss right there in their pants, all onto the mall floor. After a minute of walking, Indy took Cyan through a side door, one that usually looks like an employee entrance to the back doors of the stores. On the wall inside there was a painted bathroom sign, and an arrow pointing to the right. Indy led a trembling Cyan in that direction, and through a set of double doors leading to â
Another long hallway. Cyan turned to Indy, panicked and confused and drowning in their own piss. âIndy, whereâs the bathroom? The sign, it said it was this way!â
âIt is,â Indy replied, continuing to walk. âI told you, itâs a bit further away. We have to keep walking. Just hold it, pup.â
Cyan was holding it, they were trying so hard to hold it, but the pressure was too much. They were bursting, their need so bad that they felt like their entire insides were just lemonade and cherry soda, sloshing around inside them like a bottle ready to pop. They whimpered, hurrying along the hallway.
It soon became apparent that Indy was telling the truth about how far away this bathroom was. They passed through three more doorways with signs indicating to go left or right to find the bathroom, but all they kept finding was more hallway, and no relief in sight. Cyan felt wild, animal like in their primal need to release. When they came to a short three step decline in their path, Cyan stumbled their way down, and in their hard landing felt their bladder shudder and a small spurt of pee escaped, wetness blooming on their underwear.
âAhhh-â Cyan hissed, freezing in place and shoving a hand into their crotch. Pee tickled their entrance, and Cyan moaned as they fought back another wave that threatened to come out. Their entire lower body trembled to hold back the ocean that was roaring inside them from exploding out. Ooooooh, I have to pee! Cyan moaned internally. Iâm going to piss myself! Please, where is the bathroom, I need a bathroom!
âWhatâs the matter?â Indy asked, looking to Cyan. âDid puppy spring a leak?â Their tone was casual, teasing. Cyan whined.
âOoooh, y-yes, yes I leaked,â they confessed, bending their knees and twisting their legs together as they bounced in place. âIndy, where is this bathroom? I c-canât hold it anymore!â
âItâs a bit further this way,â Indy said, gesturing to yet another door that surely led to another corridor and likely not to the immediate relief of a glistening, porcelain toilet that Cyan had been longing for well over two hours now.
âI n-need a toilet now, Indy! Now!â Cyan tried to straighten up, teetering as their piss sloshed back and forth in their bladder, warning of another leak. Their pee hole tingled menacingly, the sensation utterly unbearable.
âWeâre going, weâre going,â Indy replied, continuing to walk forward. âWell, youâre not going yet, but weâll get there. Until then, I expect you to be a good pup and hold it.â
âOoooh, hurry, please hurry Indy,â Cyan pleaded, picking up the pace with them and squeezing their thighs as they walked. Pee crashed against their bladder walls as they moved. Â âI canât hold it!â
âYouâll just have to find some way to handle it,â Indy replied, not walking nearly fast enough for Cyanâs liking. âThereâs nowhere for you go to yet.â
Cyan felt their bladder surge downwards at Indyâs comment, rejecting that fact with the more pressing fact that Cyan couldnât not piss. They were full to the brim and already starting to runneth over. After passing yet another set of useless double doors and banking another right following another useless bathroom sign, they felt another splash of urine flow down their urethra. Cyan doubled over, bouncing and moaning, practically on their knees with how scrunched up they were, dying to hold it, just hold it a few more minutes, surely the bathroom has to be close by now?
Indy looked down at Cyanâs frantic grinding and moaning and gave them a gentle touch on the shoulder. They were unbelievably turned on, and also impressed of how far Cyan was making it. Itâs maybe the longest theyâve held during this game. âCâmon pup,â Indy said. âGet up. Hold it, weâre almost there.â
With a groan, Cyan stood up, and felt a sudden electric current of pure desperate need run up their spine. Their whole body was tingling, their lower belly shaking with the effort of holding back more piss than Cyan had ever held in their life. âOoooh, I canât take it anymore!â they cried, making a mad dash forward down the hallway and through the next set of doors, hand shoved haphazardly into their crotch. They could hear Indyâs feet hitting the floor behind them, keeping up. âIâm going to have an accident! I need to gooooo!â
Cyan burst through the next set of double doors, and to their surprise, found themself in an underground parking lot. They had just enough time to register the thought this must be extra parking for employees before their bladder shuddered and a spray of pee escaped past their shaking hand, trickling down Cyanâs thigh inside their cargo pants.
Iâm peeing! Iâm peeing! They thought frantically. They looked around but didnât see a bathroom. âWhere is it? Oooooh whereâs the bathroom?â Cyan pleaded, kneading and twisting and grinding down in a desperate attempt to prevent another leak.
Indy appeared next to Cyan, also looking around for the bathroom. They knew it was in this garage, and after a moment, saw the sign on the door for it on the other end of the parking lot. But before they could say anything-
âIâm going to have an accident! Iâm going! I canât hold it!â Cyan wailed, unable to think straight anymore. They were losing it, fully and quickly, and couldnât bear to take another step forward without voiding the endless amount of piss that was fighting its way out of them. Cyan grabbed themself and looked around like a deer in headlights. âIndy, hurry, is anyone watching? Is anyone else here?â
Indy knew immediately what Cyan meant, and felt their face flush with arousal. Cyan wasnât going to make it, they were going to lose it right here in the parking lot. And Indy, excited at this turn of events, was about to let them.
Indy took an exaggerated look around the clearly empty parking lot, hearing Cyan heave a long groan as they twisted like a pretzel, bending practically to their knees before bouncing back up. Finally, Indy said âYes, pup. Youâre all clear. Go on.â
The moment Cyan heard their permission, they whipped themselves out and a spray of pee burst out of them and against the concrete pillar by their side. Pee gushed out forcefully and audibly, the stream pattering down the wall and onto the ground in a puddle. Indy watched, impressed, as their partner emptied hours worth of pent up piss. Cyan moaned loudly, their voice echoing around them, as relief washed through them. It felt orgasmic, to finally let out every drop that had been torturing them all afternoon.
When the stream finally stopped, Cyan tucked themself away and turned bashfully to Indy. âI uh...I couldnât hold it anymore.â
Indy nodded, a laugh escaping them. âNo, it looks like you couldnât. Poor puppy had to loose it in the parking lot, huh?â
âHeh, yeah..â Cyan said, chuckling a little. âUmm, I feel much better now though, so.â
Indy nodded. âI bet you do. You pissed for so long I thought you might have drank a whole ocean.â
âIt sure felt like it,â Cyan said. âI really had to go.â
âWell, maybe next time youâll make it to the bathroom,â Indy said, pointing to the bathroom across the lot. Cyan followed Indyâs gesture and finally saw the bathroom themselves. They sighed. âOh, so close. Yeah, maybe next time.â
âMaybe next time,â Indy repeated, giving Cyan a gentle kiss and rubbing a hand across their back. âReady to go home?â
âYeah,â Cyan said, relieved. âLetâs head home.â
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obsessed with the idea of being with someone for whom itâs so normal to piss around me. i hold their cock while they piss, they piss on me on the shower or while weâre fucking or just to put me in my place when iâm needy and so horny that i moan just at the feeling of it running down my tits and my body âșïž and that they make me piss my pants for them to see and praise me for being so messy and straddle their lap to piss on their legs and make a stain their clothes and press a hand on my pussy while I piss before they rub my clit and make me cum for letting go đ„ș low key obsessed with piss play right now âš
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LilPissSlutâs Biggest Pissy Fantasy:
First, you make sure Iâve been staying super hydrated all day- multiple bottles of water, coffee, energy drinks, lots of liquids and diuretics. I should have to be pretty desperate to go every hour. Then, to make things even harder, we start doing the rapid desperation hold. I start drinking a full glass of water every 10 minutes. Anytime I feel even the slightest need to go, I can. We do this for at least another hour; a cup every 10 minutes, peeing whenever I need. Then, I stop getting to go. Iâm still consuming just as much water and just as frequently, but you donât let me go to the bathroom anymore. My body will have gotten so used to going often and filtering all that liquid through me, so when I suddenly have to hold it, my bladder wonât be ready. Iâll become so desperate very quickly. This is where your fun begins.
Make me wear just gray boxers, or gray boxers with tight, light colored jeans. If you want to make it more humiliating, little gray panties could work too. The gray and light jeans will let you know immediately if I start to leak. Youâd also make sure that my hands are cuffed or tied behind me, so I canât hold between my legs or try to hide my desperation. Then, if you want to torture me more, put a tight belt around my waist, really pushing on my throbbing bladder. Hopefully by now, itâs rock hard and protruding out of my stomach a bit, so you can see how badly I have to go. Whenever you brush your hand against it, I whimper, because I have to go that badly. To go the extra mile, you could always put a lock around my belt buckle or pant loops- then you could sit back and enjoy the show of watching me struggle. You should use a vibrator on me through my clothes; itâs so hard to hold it while cumming at the same time. No matter what you choose to do to me, keep pouring water down my throat.
By this point, Iâm begging you to untie me and let me go. I should be squirming, trying to cross my legs and trying to get my wrists free, even tearing up, because I can feel the humiliation coming: Iâm going to burst soon. Iâm going to piss myself in front of you. But before I do, you position a mirror in front of me, so I have to watch myself cry and pathetically beg. If I leak at all, disobey anything you ask me, or even if my begging starts to annoy you, you can always tickle me, or even bend me over your knee and spank my ass. My poor bladder would be pressed against your leg, and the pain and anticipation of the spanks could push me over the edge. If you tickle me, Iâd be so caught off guard and busy laughing that my bladder muscles will fail me instantly. No matter what happens, I will lose control. You will not be letting me go to the toilet. I need your permission to relax my bladder muscles, but what I donât realize is that your permission is never coming. Iâd only be allowed to go when my bladder inevitability bursts in my pants. And youâd make me watch this happen in the mirror- degrading me, and making me degrade myself the whole time. Make me beg you to let me make a mess. Make me say things like: âMaster, please let me piss my pants. Master, please let me ruin my panties. Master, please let me humiliate myself for you. Master, please let me be your gross little piss whore, your slut with no bladder control, just a desperate, stupid baby.â Iâd be sobbing and whimpering when I feel those first few drops slip out. Iâd want to cross my legs, but youâd make sure they stay spread.
After the initial leak, holding still is nearly impossible. Very soon after I feel that little dribble in my underwear, You hear me gasping and pleading âno no no!â But itâs far too late. My crotch has grown dark, streams of my piss flooding down my legs, hissing before it reaches the floor. The wetness makes my legs glisten. I cry harder; though the relief feels almost orgasmic, the hot wetness spreading everywhere is so humiliating, and Iâve been forced to watch every second while you laugh and tease me, degrading me and weak little bladder. Since I will have had so much to drink, my bladder will refill quickly. A full bladder makes the gspot extra sensitive, and you want to make me scream.
After youâve ripped any remaining clothes off of me, you can use my pussy how ever you please. After all, I made a mess, and I need to be punished. My pussy would more than likely be dripping already, because Iâm a slut who gets turned on by these things. Iâll be ready to make your cock feel good, Master. Feel free to absolutely rail me, breed me, and abuse my cunt. You tell me that this is my last chance to prove I can control myself, and that I need to hold my piss in while you fuck me. You need me to hold it because my full bladder makes my pussy so much tighter, and it makes your cock feel good. So I must hold it in, no matter how many times I feel the head of your cock ram against my aching bladder. You tell me to hold it, but you have a secret plan. Sure, you want me to try to hold it, but you also want me to be so destroyed that I canât even try to hold in any piss left in me, and it just squirts out on your cock, no matter how I try to hold it in.
By now, Iâm probably getting a little overwhelmed, but you donât care. Iâm a pathetic bitch who exists to serve your cock. Weâve previously discussed a fake safe word, so I can use that to beg you to have some mercy on my pussy (and bladder.) Hearing this will only make you go harder, humiliating and degrading me in the mirror. Eventually, my piss is spraying out of cunt; youâve ruined my bladder and my ability to hold it. After youâre through with my messy pussy, sit on my face and grind on my tongue, or shove your cock into my mouth, whichever gets you off. Spit on my face, pussy, or chest. Fill my cunt with loads of your cum, breed me deep, because Iâm just a filthy cum dump. Smack my ass till itâs red, and make my tdick throb.
By the time I have to use our real safe word, I want to have been fucked absolutely senseless. Tears on my cheeks and barely able to say anything other than âpleaseâ or âdaddy.â When weâre done, Iâll be a shaking, crying mess covered in cum, tears, piss, and spit, and my hole will be ruined, exactly the way a whore like me should be.
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i wanna be forced to drink endless glasses of water and hold so long that i start begging to be allowed the privilege of relief. in any way, dropping to my knees clutching myself and crying, please just let me piss, even let me piss myself if itâs what you want, i canât be this desperate much longer, iâll do anythingâŠ
desperate enough that when i hear another mean âno, stop askingâ i burst into tears. hearing them laugh and press their boot down on my bladder, laughing harder when i buckle over trying not to piss myself. hearing âaw, baby, itâs supposed to be hard. itâs supposed to feel like this. youâre supposed to feel like this. now thank me for not allowing you to piss, come give me head while youâre at itâ
iâd still be crying, crawling over to them, my thighs pressed together and trembling. trying to make them cum as fast as possible bc maybe theyâll let me go after. getting my dumb teary face slapped for bouncing desperately in place trying not to piss myself instead of giving them a better rhythm. barely able to focus on using my mouth because all i can think about is my need, the overwhelming ache in my stretched bladder, how tightly im clenched trying not to leak.
i make them cum, and my reward is a few more sips of water, and them tossing down some balled up towels. âdonât get excited,â they say when i look hopeful. âthis is just for you to hump. youâre squirming all over the place, you must be so horny! so let me watch you grind your cunt on these, arenât i so nice? âŠ. what do you mean, you wonât be able to cum without pissing yourself? that doesnât sound right, you havenât even had that much to drink. donât be silly. stop arguing and ride these.â
itâd be so miserable, feeling my bladder slosh with the rock of my hips, clenching desperately, sobbing harder when they tell me iâm going too slow. if i want to get to use the bathroom i better be a good girl and put on a show, play with my tits and grind my swollen wet cunt on the towels (âsee, i knew you were enjoying this, your cunt doesnât lie. if you really had to piss that badly you wouldnât be enjoying it so muchâ) and crying even harder when they press their boot down on my bladder again and tell me to keep humping
of course every time i started to feel good iâd almost leak. itâd be so obvious when i finally do, a spot appearing on the towel and me gasping and clutching for myself. âi didnât say you could stop humping, and i didnât say you could piss, either,â theyâd tell me. âare you really going to piss yourself humping some towels like a dog? i guess i need to buy a puppy pad for you. keep goingâ
of course iâd reach my limit. it would feel too good, and iâd leak, and try to stop, but my body would just⊠fail. lose control. iâd moan like a whore as i let go, the vulnerability of my bladder bursting beyond my control and the relief and warmth soaking the towels. iâd piss for so long, unable to stop, my eyes rolled up with pleasure and rutting my cunt on piss soaked towels and whimpering with relief when i finished and my bladder throbbed with an empty ache.
of course the goal all along was to make me cry and push me to the point of losing control completely. theyâd either tease me with sweet mock praise, telling me good girl for holding so long and to thank them for testing and pushing me⊠or be mean, laugh at me and remind me that i didnât have permission and pissed myself like a stupid disobedient animal. either way theyâd make me keep humping the piss soaked towels and beg to cum.
and then, after cleaning up, they give me another glass of water⊠this is training, after all, so now i should be able to drink even more and hold even longer this time, and the goals will keep increasing each time or else iâll be punished⊠and iâm almost grateful to start drinking and be kept under such complete humiliating control
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[content warning: piss, omorashi (holding pee/desperation), semi-public play, no sex (although could be implied afterwards), reader has a penis (any pronouns), and partner is any gender/unspecified]
The park near your house has a nice little patch of woods in the back. Itâs very pleasant normally, since in the back theres a tall wildflower patch in the clearing. Youâre just glad that no one comes back here usually, because youâd be making a fool of yourself.
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i want a girl to tie me up in my bed when i wear nothing but my panties. i want her to make me drink tons of water and i want her to sit on my belly in order to increase the pressure on my bladder. i want her to tell me that i am a good girl for holding it, while she jumps a little on my belly so that itâs harder for me to hold it. i want her to force me to drink until i canât hold it any longer and wet myself and my entire bed. when iâm finished with peeing myself she rips my panties apart and starts cleaning my pussy with hear tongue. đ«¶đ»
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having to ask for permission to pee is romantic
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drinking water to hydrate: boring, repetitive
Drinking water to be a good puppy and have a wetting accident: adorable, amazing revolutionary
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i want someone to train me to pee on command, maybe using a specific subtle sound
at first it's hard to get used to having them play it whenever I go to the toilet or to release on purpose when they make it
but then it would become easy and normal and it's not like it's causing any harm so why would I oppose?
until one day I'm holding my pee for whatever reason (maybe the toilet is out of order or maybe just for fun) and I'm squirming on the floor or potty dancing but still holding on and 100% dry and all of a sudden they make the specific noise and i can feel my bladder relax. i panic and shove hands between my legs but no matter how hard i try i can feel all the pee soak my clothes and dribble over my hands and soon you can just hear the stable and strong stream hitting the ground. there's a big puddle right under me and it's still dribbling down, my bladder emptying to the last drop
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REBLOG if it's okay to send you dirty messages.
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Iâm really in the mood for someone to make me wet myself. Like... a full on accident... I want to be squirming and desperate, begging them to let me go to the bathroom, before just... letting go and making a mess all over the floor. And then having them tease me about it, saying âaww, baby, you couldnât hold it a little bit longer?â
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It's been a while but I thought I'd do a hold today.... Made myself a nice large cup of tea and I've got my water bottle. To make it harder I put on a corset so my bladder can't expand as much
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Decided to try holding in a corset tonight, will be smoking weed and staying hydrated if anyone wants to DMđ
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omorashi code game!
this is a little omorashi game i came up with based on here4thefunâs comic, willingly locked! this game takes two players and is probably played best with a rapid desperation hold! hereâs how itâs done!
for the purpose of this game, letâs pretend youâve got a lock on your bladder! youâre not allowed to let out a single drop until you can get it off, and that includes leaking! everything has to stay inside! if you want to get this lock off, you need the code!
the other player (for the purposes of my blog, likely an anon) will choose a four digit number code! this code is the code that will unlock your bladder and let you pee! to keep things fair, the code has to stay the same throughout the entire game - no cheating by changing it in any way!
once the code is in place, the game is on. start off by drinking a good half litre of water! then, itâs time to start guessing the code! you can guess as many times as you want, and every time you guess a number in the right spot, the other player has to tell you, that way the game is winnable! but thereâs a catch!
for every guess you make, you need to drink a full 500ml of water! not only does this limit your guesses, but thatâs a lot of water to put in your tummy! youâll need to take a break in between drinks to let it all settle, which is some good time for the water to get through you!
when you guess the code correctly, you can finally use the potty! but one optional more catch: if you leaked at any point in the game, the second player can decide how and where you let it out, with any conditions they want!
have fun playing!
(p.s. if any of my followers want to play this with me, drop me an ask!)
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very aggressive reminder that if you are under 18, do not follow me. do not interact with me. do not look at me.
thank you.
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Thought I'd have some fun and watch tv diapered in bed untill I can't hold it and piss everywhere
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