edging you for hours while your bladder is full. bringing you close over and over, never letting you finish. it started this morning when i handed you water. “drink this for me, baby.” being so sweet about it. you drinking obediently. me bringing you glass after glass throughout the day. “finish that one, sweetheart.” you not thinking anything of it at first. just doing what i say. but then your bladder getting full. starting to feel uncomfortable. “i need to use the bathroom—” me shaking my head. “not yet, baby. hold it for me.” you whimpering but obeying. more time passing. me still bringing you water. you getting desperate. squirming constantly. “please, i really need to go—” “i know, sweetheart. just hold it.” then starting to touch you. hands roaming your body. getting you worked up. sliding my hand between your legs, touching you through your clothes. you gasping. “what are you—” “shh, baby. mommy just wants to make you feel good.” rubbing you slowly. building you up. getting you right to the edge. then stopping. you whining in frustration. “no, please—” “patience, sweetheart.” doing this over and over. touching you, working you up, bringing you close. then stopping. hours of this. your bladder getting fuller and fuller. you begging. “please, i need to cum and i need to pee so badly—” me finally pulling you to the bedroom. laying you down. “okay, baby. now you get to cum.” sliding three fingers inside you with ease. you crying out, the fullness too much combined with your bladder. “i can’t, it’s too much—” “you’re going to do both, baby. cum and pee. in that order.” starting to fuck you with my fingers hard and fast. build you up. you’ve been edged for hours. you’re ready. my thumb finding your clit, rubbing it in circles. the pressure overwhelming. your bladder screaming. the pleasure intense. “but i can’t—” “yes you can, sweetheart.” not slowing down. pumping my fingers deep. curling them to hit that spot. rubbing your clit relentlessly. you squirming desperately underneath me. trying to hold your bladder while chasing your orgasm. hands gripping the sheets. breathing ragged. “please, i’m going to leak—” “then leak, baby. i don’t care. but you’re orgasming first.” working you even harder. adding a fourth finger, stretching you. you gasping at the fullness. my thumb never stopping on your clit. watching your face. seeing you get closer. seeing you struggle. your whole body tense. fighting to hold on. “i can’t, i can’t—” “yes you can. focus on my fingers. feel how good it is.” curling them perfectly. hitting that spot over and over. rubbing your clit harder, faster. you starting to shake. getting so close. the hours of edging making everything more intense. every nerve on fire. “that’s it, baby. let go. cum for me.” pumping my fingers relentlessly. your back arching. finally, finally tipping over the edge. orgasming hard, harder than you have in so long. clenching around my fingers. but the orgasm too intense. your bladder giving out. losing control while you cum. warm liquid flowing. soaking my hand, the sheets beneath you. mixing with your wetness. but not stopping. still fingering you through it. through the orgasm, through the leak. “there you go, baby. good girl. you did so well.” prolonging your orgasm. making you feel every second. you crying out, shaking, overstimulated. orgasming and leaking and unable to stop either. finally starting to slow as you come down. “so perfect, baby. you did exactly what i wanted.” pulling my fingers out gently. looking at my soaked hand. the wet sheets. your flushed face. “such a good girl. took everything mommy gave you. came so hard for me even though you were so desperate.” stroking your face tenderly. “let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart. you did amazing.”
