FamousNachos

walking as fast as her legs will allow, and every other step she crosses her legs more than her natural gait, just for the relief of a bit of pressure.

stopping once in a while, frantically checking around to see no one can see her while she crosses her legs tight and bounces into place.

her hands hiving around the hemline, darting to her crotch when a strong wave of desperation comes over her, but she resists the instinct because she can’t risk a wet spot on her skirt if she leaks, or anything on her hands.

she’s more conscious than ever of every sensation between her legs, her thighs rubbing together, how exposed her pussy feels when she takes a long step, and the relief of bringing her legs back together after. and the growing heat there too, the arousal blooming in her cunt, the chill when the outside air catches on the first wicks of moisture at her quivering lips.

her quick walk turning to a mini run, only for her to halt after a few strides to resist a wave of desperation. then returning to a brisk pace, breaking into a jog every so often, even though it jostles her bladder and she can’t maintain that pace for long.

when the first drops escape her, she immediately feels the wetness. it’s so little it wouldn’t cause concern usually, but she’s bare, so even a drop wets her thighs.

she continues to walk as fast as she can, but her overall speed slowly slows down as she’s forced to take increasingly frequent breaks to cross her legs, wiggle, rock into place, anything that can help.

more small leaks soon add to the emergency. soon, her upper inner thighs, the little bulging softness up there, is slick with piss and her juices. it’ still under her skirt, but it won’t last.

a sudden wave of need overwhelms her suddenly, and, despite her best efforts to keep walking through it, she stumbles as she feels small leaks escape her. a single hot drop runs down her thigh, past the hemline of her skirt, stopping just short of her knee.

she can’t afford to keep stopping now, she has to power through if she wants to make it home. so she keeps going, even as her pussy pulses and further piss leaks out. it’s not a single drop down her leg anymore, but a fine trickle line that will soon reach the ground.

she realizes she won’t make it home when a pang of need forces her to double over and tighten her legs on instinct, but it’s still not enough, and a forceful spurt escapes her. it sprays down her legs and onto the pavement below, darkening it with dark wet drops. it’s mortifying, but the brief flash relief feels so fucking good she has to bite her lip to contain a moan. her pussy throbs after, threatening to leak again, but thankfully it doesn’t.

tears gather at the corner of her eyes, there’s no way she can make it to a bathroom… but maybe she can make it to the little wooded area she has to cross before her street.

she’s so incredibly relieved today is hot as hell and nobody else in the area seems to have had the idea to go it as this time. the heat is also why she stayed so hydrated tho, so it’s a bit of a curse too. still, she’s done this stretch of walk desperate more than once before, and it’s always easier to do it without fear of being caught in this predicament.

with frantic vigour, she speed walks on. more leaks pulse out of her, each drop slowly rolling down her thighs. she’s so wet, in all senses of the term, that each step strikes a deep strum of pleasure in her belly.

finally, by some miracle, she sees the wooded area coming up, only a few steps away. the proximity of relief seems to go right to her bladder, because it chooses that moment to force another gush out of her.

she’s too close to give up now, and too close to have an accident right there. forgetting her previous resolution, she cups her pussy with her hand to contain the flow.

urine leaks between her fingers as she squeezes, but it does work to stop the flow. she whimpers as the sensation, finally some direct contact to her arousal. she stays there and grinds into her palm with short little breaths while she fights to regain control. at the feet, a small puddle tell of her little accident.

when she thinks she can move again, she resumes her way to the wooded area, not daring to remove her hand. every time her heels hit the ground she feels a small pulse of warmth hit her fingers. she squeezes tighter, trying to ignore her the pressure on her clit make her vision sway.

at last, she reaches the small forested stretch of the way.

she meant to go deeper into it to properly crouch down and relieve herself, but that would be asking too much of her body. as soon as her feet hit dirt, her bladder spasms and a gush escapes her. then another. then another.

she’s basically pissing herself by the time there are at least a few trees behind her, and she gives up.

she steps off the path and leans against a birch tree, hand still between her legs though piss is hissing between her fingers, and she parts her legs, thrusting her hips forward, and she finally, finally, gives up.

she moans from the relief, and at the strength of the stream that hits her palm. too lost in the pleasure, she doesn’t think to remove it, instead grinding into it in shallow little thrusts.

it takes her more than a minute to empty herself, during which she sighs and bites backs moans. by the time her stream dims, she’s slipper her hand a little higher to rub tight little circles on her wet clit. the last spurts of piss are forced out of her by the strength of her orgasm. she comes so hard she has to slap her other hand over her mouth to contain her scream. she rubs herself frantically through it, her whole body twitching and shaking.

as she catches her breath, she looks at the huge dark spot on her ground below her. the earth has soaked it up so it’s not a puddle, but the width of it alone is impressive.

on her hand glistens further evidence of her accidents, as well as the slick of her pleasure.

reeling, she finds her footing again on trembling legs. she pulls down her short skirt, which stayed perfectly dry throughout the whole thing, and resumes her way home.

The dancing around, knowing you could let go and relieve yourself but denying yourself anyway <333

Put athletes tape on my pussy and tell me im not allowed to remove it. Then give me lots of water. Bound my hands above me I so can't remove it.

Just there dying to pee unable to even leak. Until finally the dam breaks enough so the tape gives way >~<

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.

they've probably given up asking to use the bathroom at this point - they know they won't be able to even stand up, let alone walk to the toilet - so they've been begging for permission to just wet themselves.

frantically squirming, trying to get one knee over the other, rocking back and forth, leaks still forcing their way out. their dom forcing their boot between the sub's knees, pushing their thighs apart.

their dom asks if they're leaking. telling their pretty little sub to open their legs so they can check. sub, completely unable to hold it anymore, ashamedly and frantically admitting that they're not just leaking, but genuinely peeing their pants full force.