More horny high thoughtsss!
Thinking about a dom telling you (afab) you're not allowed to wear underwear for a day, no other restrictions, you can wear whatever else you want, a skirt/dress, trousers, shorts whatever.
Then later in the day when you're about to get up and go to a bathroom, not incredibly desperate but a good medium, they stop you.
They tell you you're only allowed to go to the bathroom once you've accidentally leaked at least twice. And leaking on purpose doesn't count.
You're forced to sit back down and squirm, your bare pussy either constantly rubbing against the fabric of your clothes or pressing against whatever you're sitting on (if your skirt is short enough ;))
If you want to use the bathroom before going out somewhere you have to try and fill your bladder quickly so you're not leaving half full, if you don't have time you end up even fuller, fidgeting and tensing constantly. If you succeed your bladder will be even weaker for the rest of the day.
But getting to that point, getting to where you're squirming, having to shove your hands between your thighs to help hold, not able to relax because if you did and leaked, it wouldn't count as accidental. Having to squirm and clench and gasp as waves of desperation crash over you and your urethra twitches.
You finally leak, your bladder strains against your efforts and let's out a spurt, you freeze up, you're not wearing underwear. You have nothing to stop it as the leak soaks directly into your trousers, dripping down the inside of your thighs. Or feeling it run straight down your legs if you're wearing a skirt, little streams glistening on your thighs. Or if it's short enough, feeling it drip directly onto the seat below you, nothing to protect the surface as you spurt helplessly.
That's the first one out of the way. Your bladder is screaming for relief and you have to twist and turn, bouncing your legs, unable to stay still for even a moment to not lose it.
Your pussy throbs as you squirm and grind against your hands, despite the uncomfortable fullness and the humiliation of grinding into your own wet spots and damp fingers that would horror some people, your clit is itching for more stimulation.
You can't contain your quiet moans and whimpers, your urethra spasming as you fight not to let out the leak you can feel coming.
You fail to stop it. You feel a bigger, longer leak spurt through your fingers, soaking into your clothes or seat.
Either you gasp and lock up, clenching desperafely to stop the leak and squirming in place for a moment once you finally get it, finding the strength to get to a bathroom on shaking legs.
Or you don't even wait for the leak to stop, as soon as you feel it against your fingers you move, legging it for a bathroom while letting your pussy spurt and dribble the whole way, soaking your trousers and legs a little more with every step, leaving little drops and puddles in your trail.
Or just maybe, you lose it on the spot, the leak dribbles past your fingers and you try desperately but it just doesn't stop, panting and moaning as you feel it run down your legs and loudly splatter onto the ground or feel it pool around your pussy as it soaks into or through whatever your sitting on and hearing it drip to the ground.
Basking in the relief as you relax your muscles, too exhausted to try to stop anymore.
Either way, standing there soaking or walking out of the bathroom with visibly wet clothes or legs, the embarrassment finally kicks in and you have to try not to think about how soaked your are, for multiple reasons.
