Imagine Character A, a bratty sub, wants attention from Character B, their workaholic dom. B is sitting at their desk trying to get some work done, but A won't leave them alone - they keep touching and kissing and generally trying to distract B.
Eventually B gets fed up and ties A to a chair, just a few feet behind where B is sitting at their desk: 'Out of sight, out of mind,' after all. And of course A also gets gagged, because if B knows anything about them it's that they're a relentless chatterbox. "You're going to wait here like a good sub until I'm done working, is that clear?" A doesn't give the answering nod, but B wasn't expecting them to. A knows just as well as B does that if they don't behave, they won't get any of the attention they wanted so badly.
They've done this kind of scenario before, and everything is going smoothly - until A realizes that they need to pee very badly. They're not as young as they used to be, and they don't have full confidence that those muscles will hold out until this little game is concluded. They endure the uncomfortable sensation for as long as they can, but then a spike in urgency breaks their resolve. A shakes the cat toy held in their bound hand, signaling the need for a pause.
B comes over and removes the gag. "What is it?"
"I gotta piss like a racehorse."
B considers that - and then ruthlessly responds, "Hold it."
This kind of play isn't uncharted territory for them, and when B just raises their eyebrow and replaces the gag instead of answering, A knows that the only way out would be to safeword by dropping the cat toy. They keep a firm grip on it and try to focus on holding their very full bladder.
They really do make an effort, but the way they've been forced to sit - with their legs spread rigidly apart and their hands tied behind their back - makes an already difficult task impossible. They can't grab their crotch, they can't cross their legs, they can barely even squirm in their seat. They feel the first leak gush out and pool underneath them, and think, They're really going to make me sit here and piss my pants, aren't they? The humiliation of it sends a thrill down their spine.
It's only a minute longer before the inevitable happens. Another leak, and another, and then a steady trickle, until finally the dam bursts. A loses control, their whole body sagging like a puppet with its strings cut as their bladder empties itself. They completely soak their pants, creating a puddle on their seat that very quickly spreads to spill over onto the floor.
At their desk, B doesn't need to look to know what's happened. They can hear the telltale sounds of A wetting themself: their labored breaths, the moans of relief muffled by the gag, the splattering of urine against hardwood floor. B waits like that, listening, until the gushing waterfall slows to intermittent drips. Then they turn around to take in the sight of A sitting in the mess they've made, their face flushed with shame and arousal.
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