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Most ideal is they keep a catheter in me, locked in a way I can't physically go to the bathroom without someone unlocking me. They keep me on a very limited schedule of how often I can empty my bladder. Maybe they keep me gagged or otherwise don't permit me to speak. I go person to person trying to beg to have my bladder emptied. One refuses, the other insists I must have gone already. They torment me more and more, mocking my desperation until I'm willing to do literally anything for even a little relief.

stoner older bro that has little concept of modesty, especially when he's at home

lil bro's constantly so pent up, sometimes he can barely think through the wave of hormones flooding his system without any proper sort of release. lashing out at his brother, nagging him about how messy he leaves things and how he smells and how he dresses (or barely does, really)

older bro just smirks and shoves a knee between the boy's legs, his expression gets smug when the kid moans loudly and goes bright red

lil bro's panting, trying not to rut into his older brother's thigh, a wet spot forming over his boner

"What was that, hmm?"

the poor kid just lets out a whiny little growl when big bro just keeps rubbing his knee against his neglected cock

lil bro's hips twitch forward a couple of times, before he fully loses control

I almost got off last time just for making out with yo. It’s worth a shot. He’s out of town. As long as we don’t take our cages off, we are following the rules.

Then finger my hole. I think that’ll do it for me.

That’s the spirit let’s see if we can get your juice to come out. You’re such a good boy.

Imagine going to bed and waking up to a full bladder- but no way to empty it. Your dom tells you that you pee too much anyways, so you have to wait until they let you go. But now it’s been 5 hours and it’s starting to ache, you really need to pee- and your dom doesn’t care. It’s now been 12 hours since you woke up and your bladder is bulging a lot, your dom lightly presses on it and laughs at you when you whimper. They explain that you still aren’t going.

Now puppy is stuck between wanting to be good and the tingly feeling of his pee hole. The little twitches of his muscles begging to just let out a little bit, to release some of the still growing pressure only being held back by his desperately grinding. It's only a little time until he can't hold it back and he knows it, already feeling his pee hole fighting against a leak that's so, so close to just spurting out. And how good it would feel to just let it sneak past his burning, needy pee hole.

He keeps desperately looking outside at the garden, making him whimper in need at all the places be could mark his territory. Knowing that just behind the locked door, knowing he is so close to just being able to release and spray the grass with this big piss he's been holding for far too long.

You linger close to your boy. He's squirming, as much as he can against his restraints, anyway. You've got him chained to the wall of your playroom. Forced to stand, he's wound his legs around one another as much as he possibly can.

"I-I'll be good. Really. P-please, just let me...just let me go? J-just for tonight?"

You smile but say nothing. That always sends him spiraling. You could just tell him to be quiet, to speak when spoken to. You could remind him that the reason you had him drink *so much water* earlier was because he forgot the golden rule of not asking to use the bathroom before you told him he could.

But that would ruin the fun of this — of your poor little bladder slave, half out of his mind with desperation and arousal, whining and begging and at your complete mercy.

"Please, mistress — oh, oh no."

You calmly reach out and touch his bladder. His skin is hot to the touch and just a little damp with sweat. He's been exerting himself a lot over the past — when did he start crying out pleas? Half an hour ago?

He's been half-hard since then. And as you gently drag your fingertips from one hipbone to the other, arcing across the enormous drum of his bladder, you get to watch his cock jerk while he gasps.

He's filling out, precome shining at the end of his cock, even as he whines and gasps.

"M-mistress! O-oh, I can't, I can't I can't please please please—"

Utterly mindless and desperate, eventually he's not even saying real words. He chokes on sobs and yelps in pain as you press harder on his bladder. It's so tight and so full, your fingers can't even actually dent it. It's so huge you can press your entire palm against it, fingers stretching over its pleasant bump, and give it a shake, and you can barely sense anything at all — it's just too tight in there to feel water slosh or see it dip in under the pressure.

So you try harder, humming to yourself as you do so. "My," you finally say out loud. Your bladder slave's cock is fully hard now, neglected but dripping with what you hope, for his sake, is only precome. "You're actually full, aren't you, you poor thing? You should have said it was this serious."

i'm so dizzy with trying to clench and hold back that i agree, bending over, and it's so hard relaxing enough for them to fit a funnel into my ass without leaking. maybe i do leak a spurt and they spank my ass hard enough that i correct myself immediately, crying quietly with my need and focusing entirely on holding my muscles tight and just taking the funnel neck sliding into my ass

moaning when i feel hot piss flooding my insides, it's torture hearing their groan of relief while my bladder aches and makes me squirm, and now i'm filled up even more. they pull out the funnel but before any of it leaks they slip a plug in, making sure it'll stay inside, even more pressure on my bladder, humiliating me holding their piss too

but i did what they asked, so now i beg can i please let go, i'm so full and desperate that i think i'll do it right here the second i hear any affirmation from them, pissing myself like a dog on the floor and moaning with relief. i'm squirming, bursting, holding myself, begging, waiting for affirmation to relieve myself, because they promised right?

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.

[SUBMISSION]

Oh, this gamer is going to play some fucking GAMES with your head, your cock, your very being. Let’s see. Maybe pump yourself while licking these soles for 30 minutes while trying NOT to cum. Or maybe 15 minutes and you’re just sucking the toes. Yeah, that’s a good idea. And you’re being filmed the whole time. And you have to say your name while you lick and suck. If you successfully don’t cum after your time is up, horny as you are, the video will be deleted. But if you cum before time is up while saying your name and suffering under this gamer’s beautiful bare feet, then, I dunno, maybe that video will be immediately released online. 

Of course, even if you “win” and don’t cum, you’ll be so worked up and dripping pre that should he offer you another round to try and prove yourself, of course you’ll take it, knowing full well that you’ll lose …

You paused suddenly and attempted to back up out of the bathroom amid a torrent of mumbled apologies compliments of finding your husbands boy toy sat on the toilet. He laughed and told you not to go anywhere and that he was finished. You averted your eyes as he stood up, still uncomfortable with this new experience between the two of you, and looked down at the Italian tile as he made his way to the vanity and admired himself.

“Hey, flush that, would ya?” he casually tossed out while tracing the razor sharp line of his jaw with one long, well manicured finger. You moved, relieved that the task gave you a purpose and that you were freed, momentarily anyway, from kneeling there feeling awkward and foolish. Your relief drained out,however, when the toilet bowl and it’s floating contents reminded you why the situation was so uncomfortable in the first place. Wanting to close this chapter of your morning as quickly as possible, you simply reached up and flushed as commanded, removing one aspect of the morning’s discomfort. “Thanks buddy,” he said, in a way that somehow made you feel even smaller. “Now, get behind me and get that face buried deep in my ass and get that tongue to work. I’m going to shave while I think about what I’d like to eat for breakfast.”

Since I’d confessed my foot fetish and submissive nature to him he’d seen to it that our relationship changed quickly. Just a few months later and my dick was locked up, and he had me on my knees with my hands cuffed to the radiator behind me.

I couldn’t get near those beautiful feet that I needed to taste so badly. It was fucking cruel. My dick was straining so hard against the cage. I was close to tears, I’d been here for hours.

“Please Boss, please just let me taste them, please, please, please”, I whimpered and pleaded.

He laughed. It was a mean laugh.

“I already gave you permission dafty, come and get them!”

He knew I couldn’t. He was just bored and using me for entertainment.

You can rub my feet til Matt gets home, unless you think that would make it feel more intense? That’s your problem, not mine.