Horny Dog

the first time we did it, i asked her to yap about one of her special interests while i laid in the tub in my panties and squirmed around (this is why autistic girls make the best piss dommes). eventually i told her i was getting pretty close to bursting and that if she wanted a hand in this she should make it quick.

"ok then. lie back. spread your legs, make sure i can see it....good. ok. piss yourself for mommy."

and i, ever obedient, pissed my panties for her. but it's not the feeling of piss running over my hips and down between my legs that i remember, nor the feeling of my wet panties clinging to me as a puddle formed under my ass, nor even the hot red flush in my cheeks as i flooded with embarrassment. it was the look on her face that sticks out in my mind.

as my panties filled with piss i watched her mouth drop open in shock, in wonder, in surprise. she had never done this before, probably had never seen a grown woman piss herself, especially on command—her command. she knew what i had asked her for, she knew how the scene was supposed to go, but perhaps it's not something you can necessarily prepare for. it's one thing to read the script but another to see the show.

and seeing her expression turn from shock to excitement, to lust, to hunger—to something predatory—that is what i remember most about that first time. of course, i also remember her reaching into her underwear and pulling out her dick, watching her stroke herself as i rubbed my pussy through my piss-stained panties. i remember her command to "take your bra off. get your tits out". i remember the small gasp she let out when the second wave hit me and i started leaking even more piss through fabric too drenched to contain it.

we had a few more sessions down the line that went pretty similarly. the highlights there are when she made me take off my soaking panties so she could watch the pee leak out of me and when she made me piss on my own tits. the last time we did it i sheepishly told her i had peed in my own mouth before, and with that familiar wolfish hunger she leaned into the camera and said, "yeah? well then do it. i wanna see that."

and there's a lot to be said for pissing on your own face, in your own hair, in your own mouth, for a girl who's 1000 miles away. i treasure those moments too. but it will always be that first time, when i watched a switch flip in her brain and give spark to a primal desire to make a grown woman piss herself, that looms largest in my memory.

Your partner installing one on you, telling you it's for a whole day, and you think it's just a normal catheter to keep you from pissing or even just leaking. Plus, they've been kind enough to let you go empty your bladder before, so you're pretty sure it's going to be easy! Just don't drink too much, and then you'll show them that you're not always squirmy and desperate. So you go on your date, you're mindful of your liquid intake, it's fine.

You go to the restaurant, get a kinda secluded spot. They notice that you're pacing yourself with your drink, and lift an eyebrow. You should not need to pace yourself, you can't leak anyway, that's what the catheter is for, silly! You haven't taken it out, right? They ask to see it, yes, here and now. The table will hide it, don't worry! So, blushing furiously, you slowly get your pants just low enough so they can see it... and suddently, they get a plastic water bottle lined up with the nuzzle, and squeeze it so all the liquid shoots out and hits your bladder at once. You hunch over, gripping the table as the sudden FULLNESS renders you unable to talk. They discard the scrunched-up bottle and smile at the waitress who is coming over your table to get your order. Better get back in those pants quickly!

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@///@ oh my GOSH this is so. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴🥴🥴💕

god the shock of a relatively cold water bottle suddenly FILLING my bladder mmmph... I thought I wouldnt be full until later in the day... didnt even consider that things could be pushed up there with this setup... hoo...

im still struggling to think, let alone speak, when the server is coming and I have to fumble with my clothes and cover up despite the sudden fullness and wanting to be gentle with my poor bladder...

muahahah i love this q!! as u can probably tell by my url i looooove chamber pots, bourdalous, privies, and other old-timey toilets so lets talk!

historical omo in general is suuuper hot. like the combo of lots of layers, but also less constricting undergarments (helloooo big skirt no panties), plus a more blasé attitude about peeing in semi-public. add a portable pee pee receptacle and there are just soooo many hot scenarios!! first some vocab:

chamber pot: u know it, u love it. a bowl, typically ceramic and stored under the bed, in a drawer, or even just behind a room divider. when nature calls, you squat over it and piss into it

bourdalou: basically a small chamber pot with a handle used primarily by folks with vaginas. you're meant to hike up your skirts and hold it up to yourself as you pee into it (drooling ok anyway)

close stool/commode: a chair with a lid, revealing a hidden chamber pot below! surprise!

and now some cutie omo fantasies:

an observant maid noticing her prince squirming a bit too much during a long dinner with several dignitaries, and rushing over with the chamber pot as soon as they leave the castle

a desperate partygoer in a sprawling palace opening drawer after drawer, searching for the chamber pot they know is somewhere. maybe they find one but it's already halfway full?

hands shaking as you try to center your bourdalou under a stream that's already going

how has the queen been sitting through royal court for so long without a break? (hint hint: it's the chamber pot built into her throne she's been slowly pissing into for the past hour)

just... seeing someone desperately hike up a big ass skirt, squat, and immediately hearing the tell-tale tinkle of piss on ceramic omfggg

did i say the SOUND already?? bc the SOUND

it feels so different with a full bladder, doesn’t it baby? when your bladder’s empty, the vibrator feels good. but when it’s full? oh, poor thing. it feels incredible. almost too good. every vibration hitting differently. stronger. more intense. your full bladder making everything more sensitive.

aww, and you’re getting so wet from it. feel how much wetter you get when your bladder’s full like this? your body responding so much more. dripping. the combination of fullness and vibration making you soaked.

poor baby. you’re going to have to try so hard to hold both. i know it’s difficult, sweetheart. with an empty bladder you could edge yourself for hours. but like this? with all that pressure? holding your bladder while getting so close to cumming? both needs building at the same time? it’s so much harder, isn’t it?

turn it up higher, baby. press your hand down harder on that full bladder. i know, i know it makes everything feel even better but also makes it so much harder to hold. that’s why it’s better this way though, right? feels so much more intense than it ever does when you’re empty.

you’re starting to leak a little, aren’t you? can’t help it. the vibrator feels too good. the pressure too much. poor baby can’t hold it perfectly. that’s okay, sweetheart. just keep trying. feel how good those little leaks feel mixed with the vibrations.

getting so close now. so wet. so full. so desperate. the vibrator working your clit while your bladder’s screaming at you. trying so hard to hold both but it’s getting impossible. feels too good. better than it’s ever felt with an empty bladder. your body wants to let go of everything.

Like, I say two words, and his body just obeys. No warning, no hesitation.

Just soaking whatever he’s wearing. It started as a joke during a scene. Whenever I let him pee, I’d whisper “go drip” while stroking his hair, praising him like a good boy. Didn’t even think much of it. Just something soft. A little degrading.

Except it worked.

Last time I used it, he broke. Full-body shaking, begging, crying while he pissed down his thighs and said thank you.

And the best part?