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Maybe it’s a bracelet.

Maybe it’s the clothes I laid out.

Maybe it’s your hair, and the braid I’ve made.

Maybe it’s the nail color I had you get at your last appointment.

Maybe it’s the words I’ve carefully written on you after your shower.

Maybe it’s not a collar.

give me a student who's so deep in their studying that they can't be bothered to get up. leaking little spurts into whatever they're wearing so they can last a little longer. eventually giving in and grabbing the nearest container, emptying their bladder into it. or hell, just going straight on the floor/chair they're sitting on, and worrying about cleaning it up later.

give me someone so cozy in bed that they can't fathom getting up and walking to the bathroom. have them grab a towel or piece of clothing nearby so they can press it to their crotch and go enough to take the edge off. or have them use one of the blankets on their bed, peeing on it while still half-dazed and tossing it to the floor before falling back asleep.

give me someone cleaning the house who just lets go whenever they feel the urge. they're cleaning the floors anyways, so who cares?

give me someone wearing diapers or absorbent underwear on a road trip so they can release a little and prevent themselves from needing to stop for a bathroom until they arrive.