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Why do you look so apprehensive? Ah, I know. It's a little chilly tonight, isn't it? It's okay, you can have my jacket. Come on, it's only a 30 minute walk.

Are you okay, darling? You're walking a little funny. Are your shoes hurting you? If you want we can stop for a few minutes and rest. You look so uncomfortable, poor thing.

Are you sure you're okay? You keep stopping and you're practically doubled over, you look like you're in pain. Do you want some of my water?

Oh!

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I should have asked if you had to pee before we left, you must be absolutely bursting after all those drinks we had. Look at you, stopping every few metres to press your legs together. You'll be okay, we'll get back soon.

Halfway there now, just keep walking baby. Or, shuffling, which seems to be all you can do at the moment. It's okay, you can hold yourself if you need to. Don't worry about what anyone else might think, just try to keep your shorts dry okay?

God, you look so pretty, squirming on the spot like that. You're shaking with the effort of holding it, do you think you can make it the rest of the way? You're doing so, so well.

What's that? Oh... how much? Spread your legs for me for a second and let me see, okay? Yeah, I can see a little wet spot on your shorts. No, it's okay, nobody else will notice. Our little secret. Do you think you can hold the rest?

Just try to get to the end of the street, okay? There's an alleyway and you can pee there, since it doesn't look like you're gonna be able to make it home without wetting yourself. Just a few more metres. Good girl, hold yourself tightly. Almost there.

I think you're leaking again, darling. The wet spot is a little bigger. It's okay, at least it's dark. Let me unbutton your shorts for you, then you can squat and pee while I keep watch. Just a few more seconds and you can relax and let it all out. It's gonna feel so, so good. You've done so well holding it for this long with just a few little leaks.

I... fuck. I think your zipper is stuck. I can't get it down, the fabric is snagged. No, don't panic, maybe we can just pull your shorts down. Oh God, baby, you're dripping. Just try to hold on, okay? Fuck, they're too tight to pull down.

I know, I know. I don't know what to suggest. God, pee is dribbling down your legs and you're still shaking with how hard you're trying not to completely flood your shorts. It's okay, just let go. Lean against me and just let it all out, I can see how badly you need to.

Good girl, don't stop, keep going until you're completely empty. Doesn't that feel good? You look so beautiful, shaking and moaning while you soak yourself like this. God, you have to go so badly, didn't you?

Sooner or later he associates pissing with extreme pain and tries to avoid it as much as he can. Inevitably he wets himself a few times, and I punish him accordingly. He gets better at holding it in after some trial and error. Eventually all this training really sinks into his subconscious, and he stays away from the bathroom out of his own "free will" even when he's out of the house or I'm not around. Then after a while I don't even have to punish him at all, he just instinctively holds it for as long as possible. His bladder stretches from always being so swollen and full. It still hurts to keep it in till the very very last second but if he even thinks about the bathroom he's paralyzed by fear and can't bring himself to go near it.

And then he teases me, playing water sounds and running the faucet just to see me squirm and hold myself. He teases me whenever I do a potty dance, but after a while he tells me to stay still, uncross my legs, and keep my hands to my side. I try to object but one look from him and I'm already putty in his hands, obeying every command. But as soon as I stand how he wants me to, a large spurt of pee shoots out and wets my panties. I manage to get it under control but just barely, it only took about one and a half seconds of sweet relief that have me craving for more. And the way my now soaked panties is hugging my clit doesn't help.

Noticing my distress, the cute boy reaches down my pants to feel my panties, groping my pussy in the process. I whine and instinctively buck my hips at the pressure, my face is on fire at this point as I try to stammer out an explanation, beyond embarrassed. He just chuckles, retracting his hand and says, "Looks like somebody's about to have an accident." In a tone that makes me all squirmy.

I can't even form a reply before he presses on my bladder and begins to massage it. I feel a couple of more drips slip out as I press my thighs together, begging him to please let me go, that I've been holding for so long and I don't know how much longer I can hold it

He laughs and shakes his head. "Not yet, baby. I want you to lose control for me. I know how much you enjoy the feeling of a full bladder and feeling the sweet relief of releasing all that pee into your pants. I know you like it, why fight it?" I can't respond as I let out another leak because of him groping my bladder, this time leaving a wet spot at the front of my jeans. He palms at the spot with one hand as he continues to tease my bladder

"I know, baby, I know. You have to go sooo bad. I made you drink so much water that's now sitting heavy in your bladder. Imagine how good it would feel to let go, how good it would feel to wet your pants and feel the droplets wet your thighs and slide down your legs. You got an entire ocean of piss in here just begging to be released, just think about how much you're holding right now. Your poor bladder must be absolutely throbbing right now, so why don't you just go ahead and pee your pants?"

It's all too much, the teasing, the groping, the pee just waiting on the edge of my pee hole. The boy gives me one last squeeze to my bladder before the floodgates open.

At first I'm mortified and try to get my stream under control, but as he keeps rubbing the front of my pants and whispers encouragement, I take a moment to bask in the warmth of my piss flooding my pants. I can't help but moan in complete and utter relief. As I pee, I can't help but apologize for not holding longer and whine about how I'm peeing yourself and that I can't stop. He simply shushes me and runs his fingers through my hair, telling me how good I am, that I'm such a good girl. That I did so well holding it

As I pee, the torrent floods around my feet, creating a puddle that keeps growing until I'm finally done. When I'm done, the cute boy holds onto my shoulders as I come down from the euphoric high. He asks, "Feel better?"

We both had drinks before our flight—she had coffee, and I had a strawberry lemonade about 1.5 hours before departure. Used the restroom, found a place to sit and waited for the boarding process. As we boarded, I felt the urge to use the restroom but decided to wait until we were on the plane.

I'm already feeling it. I have to go soon. I brush it off, I'll just get on the plane and use the restroom when she says she needs to go too (which is usually the case).

My bladder feels heavy as soon as I sit in the middle of the four seats on the plane, surrounded by two people occupying the aisle seats. The day the belt was set up tight, I could physically sense it pressing against my bladder as I put it around my waist. It takes a long time to board, and as we take off, I finally fall asleep.

When I wake up, my bladder is definitely letting me know I need to pee. I lightly press my bladder— it is full. I am wondering how the coffee hasn't made her pee yet, but she seems at ease. She keeps drinking water.. I cross my legs and decline her offer of water.

It had only been 45 minutes, but all I could think about was how strong the urge was growing. As I listen to music, my main concern is when she asks me whether we should get up to use the restroom.

I begin repositioning myself on the seat in an attempt to reduce discomfort. I remove my belt. I never do that typically. I have to go soon. I consider asking to use the restroom, but then I decide to give her some time to relax. I'll wait another hour before asking.

Time goes by, and I don't ask. Time seems to be moving more slowly than before as I sit there with my legs together, trembling, trying to ignore the urge. Food comes and goes. I gently rub my palm over my lower abdomen. If I were at home, this would feel like a dream. I try to watch movies, but all I can think about is what might happen if I get up and pee myself. I get turned on and begin to think NSFW things.

I place my arms on my bladder.. it already had a blunt ache now its being pressed even more.. the tray table comes down and i have limited space to move.. as she sleeps i moan in desperation. Throughout the flight just continuously exhaling sharply and letting out soft moans.

As the flight nears its landing, I'm shifting my weight since my abdomen feels sore significantly. Suddenly, she says, "The moment we land, we need to look for the restroom. I desperately have to go." I agree, and those comments make me feel turned on. When we land I'm pushing her out of the aisle so we can go.

We notice a restroom as soon as we arrive, but there is a problem with arrivals, and our connecting gate is across the airport via a bus journey. She fortunately states, "Let's go to the toilet; I need to relieve myself so bad it's coming out. It's begun to come out a bit," while I'm attempting to be calm. Don't turn me on just yet, Mnh.

It's uncommon that I've seen both of us look so relieved after using the restroom.

I can still clearly recall my thoughts. I'll attempt to record them.

I need to go to the restroom. Why won't she get up? There is no way that the coffee hasn't filled her bladder completely. (I lightly strike the side of her stomach.) She just sleeps and watches shows..how... This is the actual test for your bladder, and it feels so amazing. God, it's about to come out. Ahhh, if I don't go soon. Of course, I'm switched on throughout the flight, but I would love to do this at home. *Put ideas of omo.. nsfw.. scenarios in my head*.. *Desperate panicking*

we got locked out of the building for 45 minutes. luckily i managed to distract myself during that time and it wasn’t too bad but i was definitely feeling very grateful by the time the doors finally got opened. luckily i managed to get kinda caught up in the work of unloading and forget that i had to go!

however, this meant that when we finished and someone offered me a drink, i took it without thinking. i am an AWFUL lightweight, and i was tipsy by the time i was halfway through and utterly sloshed by the time i finished. at that point i remembered i had to pee, so i wandered off to find the bathrooms. unfortunately for me, this building is old as all hell and definitely not maintained properly. i went into the bathroom and felt the floor… squish under my feet, and i decided that i needed to pee but not badly enough to rush falling through the floor, so i wandered back to the group and stayed with them chatting for a bit. people filtered out slowly until it was just me and a few of my close friends from the show, and all of us were drunk, and the matter of how fucked up the building was came up, and… long story short i ended up saying something along the lines of “i’m really lucky i can get off on needing to piss because the bathrooms here are genuinely hazardous”

luckily for me nobody really acknowledged it, and i like to pray that they’ve all forgotten about it.

(also, i did end up making it by risking the structurally questionable bathrooms, but i did leak pretty bad trying to get my pants off 😵‍💫)

you type out the message to wanda and hit send. today was the first day you were going to engage in bladder control. truthfully, the thought alone had you squirming in your seat all throughout your morning classes.

you shut your phone off, shoving it between your thighs which are now pressed tightly together. you really did have to pee. you’d already drunken a cup a coffee and half your owala water bottle.

you can hardly focus on what your professor is saying. butterflies are fluttering around your stomach, anxious to see wanda’s response. you pick up your pencil, intent on trying to engage with the lecture and take notes when your phone buzzes. you pick it up immediately.

Aww, does my baby need to go potty?

you press your thighs firmly together when you read her response. she’s playing with you. it makes your body heat, a blush coloring your chest and cheeks.

yesss🥺🥺

you reply quickly. your ankles are crossed now, one leg vibrating in attempt to distract your body from the feeling of a full bladder. your eyes remain fixed on your phone screen, watching for her response.

several minutes pass. you figure she has to be doing this on purpose. sure, she was working, but she still always made time for you.

you see three dots pop up, indicating she was finally typing out a response. your fingers drum anxiously on your desk.

Hold it.

it almost made you whine out loud. a deep ache was beginning to settle in your gut. you’re not sure if the feeling to pee is stronger than your arousal now.

mommy i *really* have to go

you reply after just a minute. you’re worried that once you stand, gravity will only worsen your predicament.

she’s faster to reply this time.

Well, then I guess you’ll have to *really* hurry home to me after class is over.

you frown, huffing slightly at her response. you’re sure she’s sporting a smug grin on the other side of the phone.

the remainder of your lecture is a blur. you don’t retain a single word and you can’t focus enough to pick up a pencil and take notes. all you can think about is wanda. wanda and your very full bladder. you’re a mess by the time you get home, walking briskly and awkwardly up the stairs and to wanda’s office. there’s a deep ache in your lower stomach now. desperation is etched into you flushed cheeks. that’s the face wanda is greeted with when you throw her door open without knocking.

you don’t linger in the doorway, instead continuing your journey across the room until you’re standing before her.

“you really have to go, don’t you?” she takes you in, chuckles amusedly. her eyes are sparkling with mischievous delight. her hands reach for you, pulling you close until you’re standing between her legs.

you nod your head frantically, your thighs pressed so tightly together that it was almost painful. wanda glances from your face down to your legs.

“let me see.” she prompts, quirking her head in the direction of your thighs. you shake your head violently. it felt like the only thing keeping the dam from breaking.

“open your legs.” she says more firmly, one of her hands coming down to pry your legs open. she doesn’t waste time, dipping her hand into the loose waistband of your sweatpants, her fingers gliding over your panties.

you’re wet—embarrassingly so. the urge to pee was only fueling your arousal to the point of desperation.

wanda makes a noise of pleasant surprise, her fingers teasing your slit through the cloth.

“please!” you whine out, though you really don’t know what you’re begging for.

“you wanna go, baby?” she coos, her fingers hooking into your waistband and pulling your pants down. you nod your head, your breath coming in labored gasps now as you step out of your sweatpants and kick them to the side.

wanda spreads your legs further apart with her hand, pulling your pelvis towards her so your back is arched just slightly. she wants a good view of the wetness on your panties.

“you can go sweet girl. let go.” she hums, one hand coming up to smooth along your stomach. your eyes widen in alarm and you immediately shake your head in protest.

“wanna go in the bathroom.” you whimper. your hand comes down to push against the hand resting against your lower belly.

“well, that’s not an option. you can either go here now in front of mommy, or continue holding it.” she applies pressure with her hand now, making you whine.

“please mommy! please, i’ll be good!” you try to promise whatever you need to in order to be able to relieve yourself on the toilet, but it all falls deaf on her ears.

“i know you’ll be good. that’s why you’re going to go for me… right now..” she begins pressing firm circles around your bladder, her other hand grasping your hip to hold you steady. you grab onto her wrist desperately, panting as you try to prevent the dam from breaking. your muscles are tired though—too tired to put up a good fight.

against your will, you feel the hot liquid beginning to drip into your panties. it starts out slow, but then you can’t stop as you’re forced to relieve yourself.

wanda watches with a smile, a devious look in her eyes that you can’t see because your eyes are closed in embarrassment. there’s something about watching the color of your panties darken with wetness that she finds incredibly hot.

“that’s it, my sweet girl.” the thumb of the finger holding your hip rubs smooth circles into your skin.

you can feel it running down your legs and onto the hardwood floor by the time your bladder is finally empty. you didn’t notice it before, but tears were streaming down your face, your cheeks hot with shame.

when she’s sure you’re done, wanda stands, her hands coming up to cradle your face in her hands.