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i need (need need need) someone to make me drink and drink at work. make me squirmy. whiny. make my leg bounce under my desk while my jeans press against my bloating bladder. liter after liter until it's time to clock out.

you don't let me pee before i leave, of course. in fact, you don't let me leave until after i've sat in my car and drank a final liter. i can squirm all i want there, press my hand between my legs. groan. beg. you make me keep my pants buttoned though, and then i can finally drive home.

there's traffic, because there's always traffic. a thirty minute drive turns into an hour and then longer and i can't focus on much more than the steady stretching of my bladder bulge, then the trembling and quivering of my pee hole. but i can't leak, because you'll punish me, and i certainly can't burst, unless i want to clean pee out of my seat and floorboards.

you can send me to the store before i go home. give me a list of things to buy. preferably things all over the store. preferably things you'll use on my holes or bladder at another time. i'll go and i'll struggle not to squirm, and i'll fight the urge to shove my hand between my legs or burst in the middle of one of the isles. and i'll manage, just barely, to make it out of the store and the rest of the way home.

and you'll coo and tell me how good i did all day while i beg and beg for you to let me pee. and you'll tell me to sit on the toilet, with my pants and panties still buttoned, and tell me to wait.

and wait.

and wait.

and then get up, without any relief, and send me off to bed. and i'll cry. i'll plead. i'll offer anything and everything to be able to relieve myself of my bursting bladder. and you'll shake your head, because you just peed, silly ! i watched you ! you certainly don't need to pee any more !

and you can tell me that any more begging will be interpreted as begging for more liters, which i certainly don't want. so i let you send me to bed, shaking. gasping. legs crossed and rocking until i either fall asleep leaking or burst on myself, since there's absolutely no way i'll make it until morning.

Running to the bathroom cause I can't hold it any longer and my clit and nipples get hard and throbbing the second I allow myself to let go and release the pressure <3

And when I start to whine and complain and beg, remind me that I asked for this.

so there’s some prominent wetness on their pants to the point that they’ve already basically had an accident, but there’s still no bathroom nearby/a long line/some reason to wait/etc!! and there’s still soooo much inside them, they’re squirming and dancing and trying desperately to keep the rest in, but their pants are already wet… so like, they’re basically prolonging their suffering for no reason

like they have too much pride to just give in and fully pee their pants but the visible damage has already been done

Why can't they get up and go? Maybe they are a sub following a toilet schedule from their dom. Maybe they are staying at a place with a strict curfew and breaking it is punishable. Maybe their toilet is broken and the plumber isn't coming until tomorrow.