Piss Blog😳

so i won't say what kind of program i'm in for privacy reasons but just know foley catheters are part of it. i was doing a simulation where i have to put a foley into a mannequin

the problem was that i had drank a lot of water because i was nervous, was late that morning so i didn't get to pee, and it basically just SLAMMED me while we were watching the video demonstrations. i'm rocking back and forth a little, tapping my foot, but i'm good. and i'm thinking like oh i won't be the first up to do my demonstration so i'll have some time to go while other people are in the demo room. WRONG. i get called first

so i have to put the catheter into this mannequin, explain to said mannequin how it drains the bladder and will help with him feeling so distended. keep in mind inserting one of these is a long and sterile process so i absolutely cannot hold myself or really potty dance at all. and you have to keep your hands pretty steady. so i'm standing there trying SO hard to stop shaking. i know that my instructor is watching the cameras in the room to grade me so i'm hoping i just look nervous and like i'm not bursting

it takes me ten minutes. when i put the catheter itself into the mannequin i have to say things like "so you should be feeling your bladder becoming emptier" and "did that help relieve the pain?" so as you can fucking imagine i am genuinely dying

as i'm cleaning up all of my supplies i feel myself leak. it's so tiny and thank GOD i'm wearing shorts under my scrub pants bc i was planning on going to the gym after class. it's coming out in little spurts and im trying to nonchalantly cross my legs while i'm forced to basically stare at this hunk of plastic that's getting more relief than i am. imagine

my instructor dismisses me and i basically grab my stuff and run. didn't want to use the bathroom in the building because i knew the second i saw a potty it was going to be over and i'd be walking out in wet scrubs

thankfully i live very close to the building so i got in my car and i'm using one hand to drive and one hand to hold myself. i'm still leaking and they're getting longer and longer. you can definitely see them on the outside at this point but i literally don't care i'm getting tunnel vision from how bad i have to go. i got to the last red light to turn into my complex and started crying. i had to pee so bad i was panicking and i couldn't make it stop coming out

i Love when someones begging for the bathroom and is finally forced to admit that if they dont go right this second theyre going to have an accident. but one thing i never see is someone having to admit theyre already peeing their pants

some ideas-

two people, or a group of people, are on a roadtrip. the driver is very strict about their time, and jokes at the start of the journey they wont pull over "unless someone is actively peeing their pants". several hours later, despite holding themselves as hard as they can, squirming and crossing and uncrossing their legs, and leaking little spurts for the past half hour- a tiny trickle finally starts coming out, and they know the end is near. so they shout to the driver "fuck- pull over! i need to pee so bad!" "dude, i told you, im not pulling over unless-" "i am peeing my pants! right now! pull over!!!"

someones in an important work meeting, and no matter what, they cant interrupt. they already had to pee before the meeting started, but they thought they could hold it. they cant hold themselves or squirm- that'd be unprofessional. so the most they can do is cross their legs and clench their muscles and pray the meeting ends soon. it doesnt. finally, at their limit, their bladder gives out without any warning, and a soft, muffled hissing comes from their crotch as pee soaks through their nice work clothes, before being absorbed by the plush office chair theyre sitting in. tears well up in their eyes and they bite back a sob- and their boss pauses the presentation they were giving, frowning as they ask if theyre okay. all eyes are now on them and the room is quiet, as they have to sob "no! im having an accident!"

pee dancing. grrrrr it’s my favorite thing in the worlddddd i luv when the victim is super fidgety and can’t stop moving and squirms super frantically as they try to hold it all in… visible desperation in general is my absolute fave thing in omo

when they admit that it’s an emergency or that they might wet themselves hhhhh

or on the contrary: REFUSING to admit it. even when it’s super obvious. “no i don’t have to pee” says someone who’s literally sweating and jiggling from foot to foot

talking to themselves omgggg when it’s rly bad and they just mumble to themselves to try and get themselves through it… so cute

100% involuntary wetting, when their bladder just gives out and they piss all over themselves without any control at all. squirming and leg crossing through an accident is the best

did i mention i love pee dancing

cryingggggg. embarrassment in general tbh. i rly don’t fw omo where the victim isn’t even a tiny bit embarrassed by their accident. i need them to be hiding their face and trying to cover the wet spot

alsooooo comfort!!! if someone else witnessed the accident or desperation i NEED them to be niceys and comfort the victim w very few exceptions

there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

downing drinks to get buzzed and sweet and warm and dizzy as fast as possible. feeling your bladder fill with each drink downed. starting to feel so full and tight, head spinning, thighs rubbing together.

even better if you've got someone egging you on. just one more drink! ahh no, its too early to go home now, just one more drink! oh, theres no point in going to the bathroom, you know how long the line gets. yeah, better to hold it until you get home. yeah, take a nice long piss once you get home, much better than standing in like for 20 mins!

feeling yourself pulse and twice as you become more and more desperate for a leak, but your buddy reassures you its better to wait. have another drink while you're waiting! keep up man, cant fall behind in the drinks department, what are you, a little pussy bitch? nah, outdrink your mate, tummy so full and strained, pulsing and twitching at the bar, rubbing yourself against your chair, shifting your weight around to try and stop the throbbing between your legs ♡

“i can’t—” voice breaking. “i can’t hold both please—”

“you can.” hands warm on your hips. “look at you. you’re already doing it. you’re so good at this.”

“please mommy please it’s too much—”

“i know it is.” cooed at you sympathetically. reaching up to wipe a tear from your cheek. “i know baby. you’re doing so perfectly. your body is handling so much right now and you’re taking it so beautifully.” pulling you down slightly deeper. feeling you sob. “just a little longer. make me cum first and then i’ll take care of you. can you do that for me?”

watching you nod through your tears. hips still moving. still giving me everything even while you’re falling apart.

if you are being pissed on

very very minimal safety risks here

close those eyes baby! the second piss is anywhere near the face— close your eyes. that shit stings. have you ever had cum in your eye? it’s like that, but way harder to wipe off.

try not to do this with any fresh piercings, new tattoos, open wounds, or anything else that’s begging to get infected

if you are ingesting urine

what medications is your partner on? can they be passed through urine? (most likely they can be— in very trace amounts. but those trace amounts can be important to be aware of depending on your situation)

has your partner recently ingested something (medication, food, etc) that you are allergic to? or something that interacts with your meds? if they have, is it worth that risk?

has your partner recently taken any drugs? can they be passed through urine? (most likely they can be— in very trace amounts. those trace amounts may or may not be enough to cause a reaction, and may or may not be enough to fail a drug test <- has happened to people!)

on one non-safety note… you’re probably not going to love the taste of piss. regardless. you might! but most do not. it’s piss. really well hydrated piss can be very enjoyable (I like it a lot!), really dehydrated piss might make you puke. diet changes the taste— just like cum, but more directly. coffee, asparagus, lots of meat… all things that can make it particularly strong (and some people love that! some people do that on purpose! but I would maybe not… start there). lots of juice + lots and lots of water can make it very mild. medications and supplements can change the taste. lots of people anecdotally like the way beer or diet soda makes it taste. first piss of the day is considerably stronger and more unpleasant than any other time.

if you are doing internal pissing (anal)

if you are getting it straight from the tap (penis or funneled in): minimal to no risk. pee is not sterile! urine is not sterile. but you’re not gonna run into a ton of issues here. the real concern is if you’re dealing with abnormal abrasions, likely from particularly rough anal sex, you’re going to be more at risk for infection. keep an eye on it, take a shower, etc. you’re probably all good.

if you are getting a larger volume than one normal pee (bottle, etc, any amount of built-up fluid from multiple pees): this is less a safety risk and more just a heads up. chances are this will kind of accidentally enema you. and then you will shit. pretty immediately. if you’ve done a ton of anal prep (including enema) beforehand, you’re likely going to be fine.

if you are doing internal pissing (vaginal)

now we’re looking at pH balances. urine is more basic than the natural flora of a vaginal ecosystem, which can cause problems.

if you are prone to UTIs, yeast infections, or bacterial vaginosis, you should probably prepare for that. if that’s the risk you’d like to take, that’s your choice! but if your pH balance is delicate, piss is absolutely going to disrupt it.

even if you’re not prone, the risk for all of the above is there!

PEE. AFTER. BEING. PEED IN. please 😚 you’ll save yourself so much trouble. and I mean pee, don’t just evacuate the foreign piss. if you’re not already peeing after sex in general… start now!

if you’re doing any kind of holding:

any long-term holding (and I mean, like, having holding your pee for long periods of time become a part of your life for years) can result in slight to moderate incontinence (leaking) and weakened pelvic floor muscles. make sure you’re doing pelvic floor exercises! it’s best to sometimes give yourself an extended break from a holding kink, but I won’t tell you what to do.

there’s no real One Answer for “how long is it okay to hold at one time?”, but it’s better to do high hydration/stronger desperation/shorter hold than it is to do low hydration/less need to pee/longer hold, for hydration purposes. the longer you hold, the more you are at risk for UTIs and potentially bladder infections (cystitis, a kind of UTI). bladder infections have a chance of becoming kidney infections. no, there’s no One Set Time, but no, it’s not safe to hold all day either. listen to your body as best you can.

find your limits and set them. I’m prone to UTIs (and have a weak bladder), so I have different levels of “okay to hold”. I have found the maximum amount of water and its correlating hold times that work for me— and hold time is never over an hour. that’s my risk profile.

if you’re wetting

sitting in your wet mess can be fun and humiliating, but can also cause rashes. I literally cannot speak to diaper instances, I have no experience there, but most fabrics will start to be uncomfortable while wet after a while, and sitting in your piss can cause chafing, rashes, skin irritation… and again, sitting in pissed in underwear (or garments close to the genitalia) can cause UTIs + yeast infections, especially in vulvas.

I went out drinking last night with some friends at a bar I have never been to before. I had two waters and two drinks and they hit my bladder all at once. I talked with my friends a little longer because I was enjoying the conversation, and then I headed to the restrooms. I walk into the men’s bathroom and oh my god they ONLY had urinals. No stall. No toilet. So I leave and luckily they also had a unisex bathroom. So I knock. No answer. Try to open it. Locked. So I stand outside the bathroom door for 10 minutes, crossing my legs and shifting, trying to look casual. Eventually the person leaves and I have the HARDEST piss of my life. It was so relieving…I had to go again before we left about 30 minutes later. Luckily nobody was in there, because by then I was getting pretty drunk and don’t know if I could’ve handled waiting.

Then TODAY, for my sister’s birthday we (me and my two sisters) pile into the car for a 2 hour drive to a Japanese market that has food, shops, bookstores, etc. I went to the bathroom before we left, and had literally only half of a bottle of iced green tea and a few sips of water. For whatever reason, an hour into the ride, I’m suddenly feeling full. I press on my bladder, thinking, “maybe I’m not actually full and I’m psyching myself out.” Oof. That press hurt. Now I work in a restaurant and have an IRON bladder. I can wait hours to go to the bathroom. But I think the alcohol from the night before did me in, because not 20 minutes later, my bladder feels like a huge water balloon on the verge of bursting. I was legitimately scared I was going to piss myself. There was 40 minutes left of the ride and I was getting nervous. We were on the highway. I finally spoke up when the GPS said we were taking an exit in 2 miles. I asked if we could stop at the first gas station when we get off on the exit and they said sure no problem. I didn’t tell them how urgent it was. 20 more minutes later (20 mins left of the ride) I’m constantly shifting my feet and clenching and unclenching my muscles. There has been absolutely no sign of a gas station, convenience store, or ANYTHING. I’m scared I’m going to wet my tan shorts and have to literally turn around and go home after an hour and 40 minutes of driving, ruining my sister’s birthday. FINALLY, with only 12 minutes of the ride left, I spot a Walgreens. We pull in, and when I got out of the car, I felt like I had a fucking boulder sitting above my hips. I couldn’t stand up completely straight, it was that tight. I manage to carefully walk at a slightly faster pace into the Walgreens. I don’t see a sign for a restroom, and the cashier was busy, so I walked up to the pharmacy counter. There was one man back there. I said “excuse me” before realizing he was on the phone. He held up a finger to give him a minute. I did NOT have a minute left. I’ve never been this desperate in my life. I hobble around the back of the store, I’ve now walked almost the entire perimeter of it and there’s a creeping horror that this Walgreens might not have a public restroom. I’m starting to freak out, because if they don’t, I will NOT make it to another place before my bladder gives out. Finally, I see a hallway. No signs or anything. Go down past a break room, and FINALLY see a bathroom. There was one stall in that bathroom. Someone was looking out for me, because it was empty. When I sat down, my bladder had a hard time letting go for a second…and then it gushed out of me so hard I’m sure anyone could’ve heard it from outside. I peed for a minute straight and then it stopped…another gush…stop…another gush…and kept going on like that for another minute. By the time I finished, my shorts felt loose!

I couldn’t believe the irony of the whole situation, I was TERRIFIED Y’ALL. Anyways.