Im Gay

“what’s wrong?”

“it just feels too good, nothing wrong”

so i let it go.

Hey but seriously, think about this.

- Accidental wetting/leaking in a library setting where it’s so quiet every drop can be heard like it’s 1000lbs on the floor.

-Someone loosing control in the middle of an aisle of books when the library becomes crowded. It starts off slow, barely noticable, but soon everyone in the place can hear their soft embarrassed sniffles and the faint ‘hissssss’ of the flow staining their pants and the ground below them. Patrons turn their head to see the person, red with embarrassment, attempting in vain to cover their teary face or their huge leak with a small novel.

- Someone during a hold having to go so so badly while a librarian is talking to them and reccomending new books or helping them find something. They shift around, grabbing at their pants as discreetly as they can while making stuttered excuses : “t-thank you but really I must - I’ve got to go now, I think I have w-what I was looking for-”

-A College/Gradschool student who’s been in the library all day to complete some research paper without a bathroom break slowly getting more and more desperate, and convincing themselves they don’t need to go until it’s too late.

-Said student ^ starting out fine but becoming truly and utterly fucked as time goes on. They become more stiff, more ridged, and more squirmy in their seat, trying to grind themselves into the chair to get the friction to stop them from exploding.

-It becoming so bad that the student realizes they won’t be able to make it to the bathroom without peeing themselves in front of everyone. They try to get up once, immediately fall back down with a loud whimper or a yelp, desperately holding their tummy or crotch as to not start to leak.

-Student starts to get teary eyed with stress and embarrassment.

-Librarian or someone with them comes up around them, thinking they’re sick or upset, places a firm hand on their abdomen over the students own to ask “hey, are you alright…? You’ve been here all day, maybe it’s time to take a break?” And the pressure causes them to completely loose control, peeing all over themselves, the chair, and possibly the person involved.

Stand there outside the door waiting. Torturing your bladder as you listen to the shower run while you potty dance. Slowly leaking into your PJs and losing control right there in the hallway.

Running back to your bedroom to look for something to help you hold, something to pee into. Grabbing an old pillow or a dirty towel and putting it between your legs.

Find somewhere else to pee in. A potted plant or a bowl or a cup or even the kitchen sink.

imagine a guy who has been holding all day. maybe he didn't have enough time for his regular morning pee, instead opting to pee once he got into the office. but, duty calls, and he's met with task after task at work.

hours pass, and the man's control is slipping. legs crossed, hand gripped on himself like a vice, making stupid mistakes. whenever he seemingly gets a quiet moment, he stands, ready to make a run for it and pee into anything remotely similar to a urinal, and instantly gets another task to do. it's torturous.

it's nearing the end of the work day, and the man's boxers are already a little damp. he leaked a few times about half an hour ago whilst on a phone call, and he still can't get away from his desk - his boss seemingly can't see the tears in his eyes. he's never been this desperate in his life.

soon enough, he's off the clock: exhausted, in pain, so fucking desperate. as he stands from his desk, another leak hits his cotton boxers. he has no choice but to rush to the toilets.

alas, they are out of order.

either: the man ducks into an alleyway, bladder muscles fluttering with weakness and desperation. he's no longer able to hold for so long due to his age. he pulls himself out and instantly pees heavily onto the ground. his stream is shooting in different directions, hissing loudly - so much so that he has to stop and start as to not draw attention to himself. it's making a giant puddle around his feet, trickling down the alleyway for everybody to see.

The first leak squirts out into you, they squeak, fidgetting more and more as the leak gave them a taste of release and their bladder is begging for more, and now. They don't want to pee in you. They try to move their legs round to help hold but you pin them. They lift them up, accidentally pulling them further apart making the need to pee even stronger. They're whining now, you feel another leak escape, more powerful than the last.

"gonna g-gonna pee" they force out, another leak escaping. Their pee hole is burning, tickling, they can feel pee making its way down their cock and every desperation wave brings it closer, closer, closer to their tip that they desperately want to hold onto but can't. Oh. Oh it's coming.

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Staying in your room, holding your bladder because it just feels way too good to stop. A leak accidentally escapes you, and any sane person would take that as a sign to make a mad dash for the bathroom, but you stay.

And as the wet spot in your underwear grows and grows, spreading to your pants and getting more and more difficult to stop, you realize you're way too far gone to have a chance at getting this back under control. Your bladder is so full and exhausted that you genuinely can't avoid totally wetting yourself for much longer if you stay here, but there's no way you're making it to the bathroom without most of what's left inside you flowing right into your pants as soon as you start moving.

You're in a situation where you legitimately can't avoid having and accident whether you want to or not.

she catches her when she sees her get up and head towards the bathroom one afternoon. she swoops in her way and pins her against a wall to kiss her silly, smiling at how easily her girl gives in and allows her to change her plans. she’s even immediately kissing back, despite standing a little too stiff, with her legs closed a little too tightly. naturally, the dominant one then forces her legs open with her own thigh, pulling her hips forward to encourage her to grind on it.

“fuck, wait, I need to pee,” her girl whines against her lips. she’s already squeezing her thighs tightly around hers.

she chuckles. “I know, baby,” she whispers back. she doesn’t need to explain any more, the other one knows exactly what’s up

before she can complain or argue her case, she’s being kissed again. she melts into the sensation, feeling a hot tongue explore her mouth, wet lips against her own… soft hands dig just right into her hips and thighs, grabbing flesh one moment and caressing it the next. she doesn’t need to go that badly, really, she thinks. it was just bad enough that she couldn’t ignore it when she was sitting down and reading, but not so much that it can’t be pushed to the back of her mind now that something much more interesting is happening. she shivers, already getting turned on.

that is, until the soft hands encouraging the slow grind of her hips travel up under her shirt and press on her lower stomach just so. it’s a passing movement, just a brief moments of tantalizing strain, before the caress travels up the rest of her abdomen to her chest, but it’s enough to make her squeeze her thighs reflexively. she swears she can feel her girlfriend smile when she does so, it makes her head swim a little bit.

she moans softly as those hands she loves so cup her breasts, and shivers when the focus turns to her nipples. she didn’t wear a bra, doesn’t need to, so they’re easy enough to access. her girlfriend massages the little nubs to hardness with her thumbs, and then rolls and pinches them. the girl can only gasp and arch into it. the momentary discomfort of earlier all but forgotten.

she’d almost forgotten how this all started until one hand leaves her breasts to travel back down her body, and presses down, now very intently, on her bladder. she jumps, gasp, and cants forward to press her crotch down harder. the movement also makes her press forward into the pressure, which sends shivers up her spine. aroused as she is, this makes more than her bladder throb.

“what’s wrong baby?” her girlfriend teases, “need something?”

yes, she thinks, though she’s not sure if she’d rather follow that with a fucking piss or your mouth between my legs, so she says nothing. her little hip trusts speak for themselves anyways.

“hmmm, could it be…” continues her brat of a dom, “you don’t like it when I push here?” punctuating her words with a firm press of her palm into her bladder.

she couldn’t answer if she wanted to, the sudden assault making her need spike alarmingly high, and her knees weak. she feels herself getting wet, though she hasn’t leaked. she fully moans.

“ohhh, or you do like it?” come the next honeyed words, now closer to her ear.

she’d deny it if she could speak, but between a pinch of her nipple and another firm press on her bladder, she’s left her speechless. she shakes her head, but still cranes her neck to give her partner better access, and makes no move to get away.

all she can do is rut forward and grab onto her dom’s upper arms, a weak attempt to at least seem like she’s trying to resists, though they both know she isn’t. “good girl” comes the praise, poured right into her ear with hot breath. she feels dizzy.

the other girl nips at her earlobe, and takes her sweet time mouthing kisses down her neck, all the while feeling up and down her torso and abdomen, never missing a chance to press down on her full bladder whenever her hands end up there. the need she felt earlier is quickly turning to desperation. the arousal between her legs has gone from tingling to pulsing hot. she feels a wave of pleasure roll onto her every time she grinds on her girlfriend’s firm thigh, and a confusing, almost-painful-but-not-quite sensation that clouds her mind every time pressure is reapplied just above her waistband.

“I-fuck-I really need to go,” she manages to gasp, and she means it. she’s not yet at risk of having an accident, or of leaking, but she couldn’t stay still if she had to.

“oh, do you?” hums the other.

for a second, frustration at the smart-ass reply threatens to rise, but a good, deep, rolling grind quenches that feeling before it takes over. her pussy aches, her muscles are growing tired, and the unrelenting teasing is getting to her way faster than it has any right to.

“yes,” she hisses back, “yes I fucking need to.” the bite in her tone is somewhat tamped down by the unceasing grinding of her hips throughout, and the yelp that follows, when her partner decides to riposte by grabbing her waist firmly with two hands and extending her thumbs to dig deep into her bladder.

“I don’t think you need to go,” she says, her tone suddenly darker, less playful. a surprisingly tender kiss to the desperate girl’s collarbone follows. she opens her eyes to peer down, meeting her girlfriend’s dark brown just in time to see the sparkle in them when she say: “I think you can hold it.”

she’s not certain she can, actually, at all, but it wasn’t a question. she’s just gonna have to try.

———————

she hangs on longer than she thought she would, honestly. she fights wave after wave after wave of desperation, while her partner sucks love bites on the thin skin of her neck down to her breasts, whispering filthy things she’s frankly too overwhelmed to understand. she manages short replies to embarrassing pressing questions, mostly denials that she’s enjoying this, likes being denied and pressed, that it gets her wet. she has no replie for the accusation that she could easily push her girlfriend away and end it if she really wanted to, so she just squeezes her eyes shut and pretends she didn’t hear that, even though the words go right to her pussy. poking at her ego has no business turning her on like it does.

she thinks she’s leaked for a second when that devilish mouth wraps around a nipple and sucks, but she quickly realizes it was just another gush of slick. she doesn’t even want to think about her soaked her panties must be already. if she was wearing leggings instead of jeans, there would probably be a wet spot on them. her girlfriend would tease her to hell about it… nope, not thinking of that. she’s wearing jeans, jeans that dig into her lower stomach now, and jeans that have an inseam now digging firmly between her pussy lips and her clit. it’s a blessing and a curse, providing both just that much more pressure to help her hold, and merciless stimulation.

she’s really nearing her limit, though. the incessant prods to her lower abdomen have tired out her holding muscles much quicker than they would naturally. her legs are shaking, thighs strained from squeezing quite uselessly, as she can’t even close her legs. her pussy aches for more. she must be delirious, because she’s starting to think she could maybe come from just this clothed grinding if it went on.

her girlfriend has widened her stance at some point, and started to her grind her crotch lightly on her hip too, in what seems to be an entirely unconscious decision. there’s something so hot about the cool and usually collected dominant woman giving in to her own desires in such a way…

out of now where, the other woman slips a hand between her legs, over her pants, and feels her up. the desperate one yelps, shocked.

the touch is gone almost as soon as it came.

“hot,” the other comments, “but alllll dry. still holding so well for me, huh?” she nuzzles her neck, “good girl.”

she’s definitely delirious, because the simple praise makes her already fuzzy head swim. she’s so fucking turned on, she’s now pretty sure she could come from this.

“keep holding,” is the next order whispered darkly into her ear. for a second she wonders why the reminder, it’s not like she had any intention to stop, but she soon understands it was a warning.

the other suddenly pushes down hard with the heel of her hand on her firm bladder. she gasps, expecting the pressure to be released within moments, but it isn’t. it keeps going, and going, and going. the poor girl shakes, her hips jerk trying to find a better angle to keep it all in, but the involuntary movement only drives the merciless hands deeper into her abdomen.

fuck fuck fuck, she thinks, she’s so close to losing it. so fucking close. she throws her head back, barely registering that it hits the wall with a thud. she pants, slack jawed, blurry vision aimed at the ceiling.

then, she feels it. the unmistakable burn of a small leak forcing through her locked muscles. it hits her underwear, adding to the mess there.

not a moment later, all the force exerted on her bladder is gone, replaced by gentle petting.

the tension doesn’t leave her body yet, she has to use all her force to clench down and hold the rest. one more moment of torturous pressure, and she wouldve lost more, she’s certain. when the wave of desperation finally ebbs away, she nearly collapses, only held up by the leg firmly placed between her.

“shit, fuck,” she sobs. incomplete relief washes over her, she still needs to go so bad, but she’s not at the edge anymore. pleasure hits her as a delayed reaction. she continues to curse under her breath while she grinds wildly, partly to hold back the incessant need that her exhausted, pulsing muscles can’t contain anymore, and partly to ride out the wave of pure arousal rolling through her now. she barely recognizes the sounds she’s making through it, but can’t bring herself to care.

kisses cover her neck, her cheeks, her lips, and, for once, the hands on her body really do just pet her in soothing motions.

“so good,” her girlfriend whispers, voice full of genuine admiration, “such a good girl for me, held it so well baby, you’re doing so good.”

“think I leaked,” she manages to gasp. she’s not sure why she’s being honest when she could just hide the embarrassing detail, but she feels the need to counter the praise with honesty.

“oh, did you?” comes the reply, and it shocks her how suddenly breathy it sounds. her shameless lover grinds herself, now very deliberately, on her hip, with a low, pleased hum. “just keep holding, yeah? I know you can.”

after that incident, the desperate girl doesn’t need to be pushed so intently again for desperation to rise again. just from gentle pushes and the natural way desperation comes in waves, it grows again, and she can’t do anything except pant short little breaths that match her increasingly quick grinding motions. without the pain of a harsh pressure directly on her aching bladder, she feels the pleasure fully roll in through it this time. she’s floating.

she’s so close to leaking again, but pleasure is building up alarmingly quickly between her legs. each grind is friction on her clit, each squeeze of her own thighs around her girlfriends’s make her pussy ache with need for more. she realizes almost distantly that she’s getting really close too. the thought of coming like this, just from clothed dry humping on her girlfriend’s thigh, broils the best kind of embarrassment in her loins, the sort that turns her on in ways she’d never admit to.

when the pleasure starts to rise into the territory of building up to orgasm, though, the thought hits her all at once that if she comes, there’s absolutely no way she can hold it through it or after.

suddenly very aware and panicking at the thought, she squirms away from the touches and the leg she’d been grinding on. bad idea, she’s never needed to pee more in her life, and the moment pressure is gone, her whole pussy throbs and a forceful leak hisses between her legs. she shoves her cunt back on the thigh and squeezes for all she’s worth, not daring to move because she’s so fucking close. more warmth pulses once, but somehow, she manages to control it, barely, by some miracle.

she freezes. no way her girlfriend won’t notice that one.

and indeed, she does. the woman also halts for a second, and everything hangs in standstill. she snaps out of it much faster, however, with a strangled moan, and she immediately closes her gap between them, ravishing the desperate one’s mouth before she can utter a word of protest. she forcefully grinds her thigh, her now wet thigh, between the other’s.

the sudden renewed stimulation makes her leak once more, briefly, and she tries to protest but she can’t, she can barely breathe as it stands. another leak escapes her, making her girlfriend moan absolutely filthy into her mouth, before this wave of desperation somewhat calms down.

at this point, there isn’t a second when she isn’t on the verge of pissing herself between waves of worse need, only brief moments of reprieve when it’s not quite as strong.

“I can’t,” she chokes out, “I really can’t.”

“fuck, I know baby,” her lover replies, her own voice strained in a way it rarely gets.

“you’re such a good girl, best girl, I love you so much,” she continues babbling, grinding herself firmly. the press of their bodies together strains her bladder. the thought of her dom not being able to hold herself back and getting off on her like this makes it entirely worth it.

she’s dizzy with need, she needs to piss so bad she’s seeing yellow, it’s rising again, she feels it, and she’s getting close again.

“can’t—” she reiterates, “please, I—I’m,” she doesn’t even know what she’s begging for.

“I got you, it’s okay,” is all the reassurance she needs to let her desire take over.

she hikes one leg up off the ground for better leverage, and, hanging on the other’s shoulders for dear life, nails digging into her skin, she ruts wildly. pleasure builds, and builds, and builds up. she’s pretty sure she keep leaking through it, but it could just be her pussy throbbing with need. or both. she needs more stimulation, desperately so, both to hold and to come, but she’s so fucking close she really thinks it can happen this way. she’s on the edge, right there, in pure bliss, and she hangs in this stasis for far longer than she thought was possible.

then, her devil of a girlfriend pushes on her bladder again, and it’s over.

immediately, a forceful spurt hisses inside her jeans. she yelps, gasps, tries to squirm away and press closer all at once, but it’s no use. her hips move on their own, through the leaks that pulse out of her with every rhythmic push. and then she’s coming.

her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. her entire body tenses, so hard in fact that it stops the stream for a few seconds. she gasps, shakes, and then all once it releases. she all but convulses, hips rutting wildly with no rhythm or pace, panting, grasping at her partner for leverage. the sounds pouring from her lips barely recognizable to her own ears, but she can’t stop them. through every pulse of pleasure, she squirts, unable to even think to keep holding it. there’s so much inside her, tho, and the spasms coursing through her body won’t let it come out all at once. she continues to feel the aching pressure on her bladder even as she gushes, feels it throb painfully in the best way with every orgasmic pulse that stops the stream. it keeps it going, and going, and going.

she’s somewhat distantly aware that her girlfriend is praising her through it, good girl’s, and that’s it, let it out, and the likes huffed directly into her ear. she mostly just feels the sensation of hot breath on the sensitive skin, and warmth in her whole body at the general validation.

when the sensations finally start to recede, after what feels like an eternity, she fumbles to find the words to plead “too much too much too much,” in a strained voice. the hand guiding her grinding (when did it grab the thigh she hiked up? she doesn’t remember) ceases pulling her so hard, and just goes to rest on her hip, following the jerky little trembling coursing through her body. the one hand, the one on her lower stomach stops pushing so hard as well, but it doesn’t quite cease either.

she realizes through a hazy mind that she’s still going, short spurts of piss gushing every few moments as her overstrained bladder is slowly kneaded. she shivers. every push and spurt causing aftershocks through her body. it’s overstimulating, with the way her girlfriend is still moving against her despite not pulling her to grind herself anymore… through her hazy mind, it takes her a few more moments to realize that while she may be finished, the other isn’t, but is getting there herself grinding on her.

“fuck, so close,” she groans, before sucking another lovebite under her ear.

the wave of arousal that causes her has her moaning and closing her eyes for a moment. this hot, composed, dommy and experienced woman getting herself off from her body alone. this girl who’s usually in control being unable to wait to touch herself or be touched properly, who’s not usually this sensitive… fuck, it’s hot. she does see the appeal of making someone else lose control.

“I-I’m still going,” she whispers, amazed. it’s still coming out in small warm spurts. normally, she can’t go so readily after an orgasm, and even now she can feel her body trying to shut it down, but between the absolute state of desperation she was in and the pressure still coaxing it out, her exhausted muscles have no choice but to give in.

her girlfriend curses, bites down on sensitive skin, and suddenly pulls her much closer, roughly forcing her to rub her sensitive parts with a surprised sound that melts into a moan. she holds her there, still, breathless, and when she shakes a little, the girl understands she’s coming too.

she rides the pleasure with her girlfriend, letting her bite down on her neck and hump her hip with little high pitched uh uh uh.

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at some point after that, they fall kneeling on the floor. it’s wet and hard and uncomfortable, but the girl’s shaky legs definitely can’t hold her up, and her girlfriend is too boneless to support the both of them after all of this.

right now, she’s still floating on a little cloud, and kinda not looking forward to coming back down to earth because she’ll be mortified—she fucking pissed herself all over her girlfriend—and there will be cleanup, which is gross. she’s not sure which would be worse, making the other woman do it because it’s all her fault, or doing it herself because the other option is also super embarrassing.

her partner shifting brings her out of her thoughts. the other doesn’t doesn’t get up, only straightens a little, and then takes a breath like she’s preparing to say something. she hesitates, and then giggles.

.Filling your sub up with glass after glass of water and then taunting them with the key, making them beg and plead for it, dangling it just out of their reach. Or holding it right up in front of their face where they could easily grab it, if they weren’t such a good and loyal piss slave of course. The only thing they’d dare to grab is their crotch (if their dom will allow it).

.Hiding the key somewhere and forcing the sub to look for it. Watching their face slowly turn pink as they get more and more flustered. Their little whimpers and grimaces of agony as they’re forced to bend over, folding their painfully full bladder in half to reach around under the chairs and sofa. Or reaching up to high cupboards and shelves, leaving them no choice but to wrench their hands away from the front of their pants/skirt. You get to sit back and watch them rush around, turning the place upside-down as they get increasingly frustrated and tense, searching in increasingly unlikely places as their urge grows. You pour yourself a nice big drink for the show, letting the trickling sounds drive them even more crazy, as you wonder whether they’ll find the key in time to avoid an accident.

.For longer periods of control, every time your sub tries the bathroom door there’s always a chance it’ll be locked. Maybe a 50/50 chance, if youre feeling particularly mean. And of course, you always make sure theyre keeping nice and hydrated, so they spend a lot of time fumbling with the door handle, pressing their knees together, their face falling as they realize theyre just gonna have to wait this time. Unless they ask very nicely. If they’ve been out all day travelling and holding it in, the moment they get back home is always particularly stressful, since they don’t know yet if they can pee there either. Or if they get home before you, theyre just gonna have to sit and squirm til you arrive with the key.

.The sound of the lock opening becomes a trigger for their bladder, since it usually means they’re about to get relief. You take advantage of this by turning the key ever so sloooowwwly, watching them twitch and tug at their belt/zipper, knowing that their body is instinctively getting ready to release, and prolonging their suffering as long as possible. Then, for an added bit of cruelty, you open the door and let them rush towards the toilet before suddenly closing it in their face.

-Dropping the key in a big bottle of water that the sub must drink before getting the key out

-same thing, but the bottle is frozen so the sub has to thaw it out first

-put the key inside a puzzle box that requires both hands and some concentration to open

trying to find a good angle on the bike seat to press your urethra shut

not being able to squirm because you’re in public and others would see

every little shake and bump jostles your full bladder

you need to focus on the road for safety, and it’s really testing your ability to focus on holding as well

a few drops escaping you while negotiating an intersection with other people

slowly leaking when you go uphill because you can’t squeeze your thighs around the bike seat

feeling your underwear dampen as little drops and spurts escape you. with the pressure of the bike seat on your crotch, it has most certainly leaked through to your pants

daring to grind on the seat a little when there’s no one in view, not that you can do much when you’re pedalling anyways

daring to let go of the handle with one hand to grab yourself for a few moments

hitting a pothole, you barely manage to hold back a yelp, but not the spurt it forces out of you

sweating through the effort, and being unsure how wet your thighs really are and how much is just sweat

hot drops rolling down your thighs excruciatingly slowly

there comes a point where you genuinely consider just letting go, because this is unsafe and you’re basically wetting yourself already

the pressure inside you is so strong you fear that you wouldn’t be able to slowly let it out and be subtle, so you decide against it

every leak is becoming bigger and harder to regain control of, your seat is fully wet now, and you’re certain you must be leaving a small trail of drops behind you

when you’re on the last stretch and see your home from afar, and the desperation only intensifies at the thought of relief being so close

you’re extra concerned about being seen struggling by your neighbours, so all you can do is clench as hard as you can while piss slowly runs further and further down your legs despite your efforts

you finally pull into the side alley where you lock your bike, and you can’t take it a moment longer

you take advantage of the semi secluded area to fully grind on your bike seat, hoping it will give you just enough momentary relief to dismount and rush inside to the bathroom (you can come back to lock your bike after)

it’s futile. the stream doesn’t stop, it grows, until you’re pissing yourself full force

wetness spitters on the ground below, tho the sound is quickly obscured by the loud hissing of piss hitting your biking shorts