30 - Denial, desperation, domming kinky sluts 18+

like imagine someone stuck in traffic with a full bladder, desperately trying not to think about how badly they want to let it all out. they're hot and flushed and squirming, and their hips keep bucking up against the tight denim of their jeans. every movement sends a thrill down their spine, but they attribute it to the ache in their bladder and don't assume anything beyond that.

but finally, they can't stand it anymore and stick a hand between their legs. the pressure feels good, so good that they let out a choked whimper and grind against their hand. again, they chalk the bodily reaction up to how badly they need to relieve themselves, not even realizing how their cock/pussy throbs with every pang from their overfilled bladder. it's torture, yet they just gasp and moan and whine, brain too fuzzy to distinguish between all the different sensations.

when the dam finally breaks and piss gushes through their jeans, their eyes roll back and they shiver in ecstasy. the pee is wet and warm and somehow feels extra good, even though they can't figure out why. their accident creates a puddle in the seat, a reminder of their shame that simultaneously feels exhilarating. it takes a while for the person to calm down afterwards, breathing heavily and wondering why the hell they're missing the fullness of their bladder as the traffic clears up on the road ahead.

•All the squirming: A character that’s desperate to pee while gaming using their ankle/foot to hold. Sitting on their heel and grabbing their controller in one hand and crotch in another.

•A character trying not to pee while in a really intense game. Desperate and flushed while getting worse at the game because they have to pee. Maybe they just need to finish one more round and they’re so close…maybe they’ve got a whole tournament left

•OR a character trying not to pee during a very relaxed game. There’s no pressure to hold, but they’re doing it anyway. Maybe they’re having too much fun and don’t feel stressed to pee because they can pause at any time. Maybe this backfired when it’s too late…

•The mad dash for the toilet. Desperately squirming and rushing into the bathroom, trying to get out of clothes and stumble to the toilet, maybe they make it. Maybe they leak. Either way they’re so relieved.

•Someone that leaves their headphones on by accident and now everyone can hear how they’re absolutely pissing like a firehose.

Then you start to confess…. “I like it,” you say so shy and quiet. We are in public and you’re looking around like you’re wondering if you can let any out. You tell me you’re feeling lightheaded and not running straight. You’re drunk and your inhibitions are lowered, your bladder is taking over, you’re so pissbrained right now. Youre hunching over and your eyes are crossing and your head is spinning. “God…. I can’t take it… but I love it…. I feel like I’m gonna cum.” You admit. You clutch yourself and say “it’s really bad.” You start to grind on me, resting your big tummy on me. Which I love. I want you to sit on my lap so I can rub your bladder subtly and eventually you pee yourself in my lap. And the best part is you won’t even think you’re about to pee all over yourself, you think you actually can walk to the bathroom, until that first squirt comes out of you. You are squirming around, grinding your peehole back and forth on whatever you can press it into… the chair, me, the leg of the table…. You’re using anything to hold. You love this feeling, you want more to drink even but I caution you and say baby you’re actually really full. Like, I can feel it. Your bladder actually can’t hold anymore, and you insist it’ll stretch a little further, it has to. You stretch out your big piss balloon inside, as wide and full as it’ll go. You put a hand on each side of your bladder and on top and bottom. It’s so round, starting to look like it’s the size of a beach ball. You look pregnant with pee. You cannot stop rubbing it and moaning and rubbing it on me…. Just caressing me with your lower tummy, so big. Your belly, just hanging out of you…. Fuck. I am so obsessed with big bladder bulges. It’s so cute to me that you’d get soooooooooooooo so desperate to pee that your bladder would actually be visibly swollen. And since you’re so obsessed with it you just couldn’t stop trying to hold it in, to keep yourself so full. So you wouldn’t let yourself go, your pee would just squirt out. While you sat on me. You’d always cry and hug me while long spurts came out. You’d try to get a grip, sometimes for a full ten seconds while a loud waterfall hit the ground. Then you’d stop pissing all over yourself and me and you’d check your bladder and drink some more. You wanted to stay rock hard forever, you were just so into it. You kept rubbing your bladder on me in a way that I just loved, caressing me with it between losing it, you took about an hour to pee on me all the way, until we went to the bathroom for you to let the rest out, and to my surprise and your embrassaswmt, you peed for like two more minutes…… it was so hot but genuinely impressive. I could believe you could have so much, and you kept saying “oh god I have so much pee,” and “I’m peeing so much.” And “will it ever stop oh my god fuck”

laughing during sex

and/or things going wrong during sex that leads to laughter

sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushions

kissing to stay quiet

biting to stay quiet

one person meticulously doing something entirely for the other’s benefit without expectation or need of reciprocation

“wow i did not know that was A Thing for me until right now and i’m totally fine with that but for the love of god keep doing it”

someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away

“you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise”

kissing anywhere but the lips

alternatively, touching anywhere but where the person desperately wants to be touched

“we couldn’t find a condom so we’re getting each other off in other ways” sex

anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces

sex with clothes half on/panties still on

the pleasant misuse of ties

what? you look up; startled out of your thoughts. must've been staring too long, you think. "w-what?" it comes out in a stutter and you're mentally banging your head against the wall. "open it, the beer." it's like she was there inside your head. you wonder if you were really that easy to read. but your eyes are wide and she's staring at you expectantly. your face and ears are getting hot, and you can tell that she can tell how bad she's got you. you try to think of something to say, but you can't. might as well do what you're told. right?

slowly you crawl over to her spot on the bed. her legs spread to make room. her eyes follow you as you get closer; watch your hands as they go past her hips to hold yourself up. you debate keeping your head down, but her hand comes up to tap your chin and lift it up to meet her eyes. her dark gaze is overwhelming. she doesnt say anything, but you can see her chest quickly rise and fall. trying to keep her composure, just as you are. the fact that she isn't saying anything turns you on more. it's as though she knows that you will follow her lead wordlessly.

Your adorable maid is full to the brim yet again grinding their thighs erratically as they beg for another partial release. Telling them to prepare tea for the both of you and you'll consider it. 

Watching in amusement as your maid rushes to the kitchen, hands shoved deep into their crotch as they squirm in front of the boiling kettle. 

Seeing them return with a platter containing two cups, shifting from foot to foot as they set down both cups onto the table below- wincing at the pressure brought by bending down. Watching your maid beg once again for some relief, making them wait as you consider. 

Massaging their poor bladder as they twist their legs, whining and begging, trying not to leak. Lifting their skirt up to see the distended bladder they've adorned- admiring the way it bulges out with all the liquids you've made them drink. 

Finally you stand up and lead your poor maid to the bathroom, slow and steady as they pause occasionally to overcome waves of desperation. Reaching the bathroom as your maid stumbles in and clumsily sits on the toilet seat- awaiting your permission to start peeing. Letting them wait a couple of agonizing minutes as you take in the beautiful sight as they shift desperately, hands clasping at their crotch as they pant and look at you with pleading eyes. 

After a couple of minutes you let them pee. Your maid immediately starts gushing, sighing loudly as torrents of piss pour out of them- moaning at the relief of pressure. You observe your maids blissful expression before commanding them to stop. 

Your maid stops peeing instantly. With a whine they clutch their crotch forcefully as they attempt to stop the small leaks threatening to spill. Their bladder much smaller than before- but still slightly bulging, still extremely firm to the touch. Your maid grinds their shaky thighs together and cautiously stands up. They tap their foot on the ground, bucking their hips as you press on their screaming bladder- a few drops of piss splattering on the ground as your maid shakes violently. Finally making your maid wash their hands, streams of water teasing them before heading back to the couch together.