little story of my tiny bladder :3

tis the season!!

what’s more classic fall fun than going apple picking, especially as a cute date?? 🍎🍏 and what better way to start your date off than to buy the cutie you’re with the cider donut and nice big hot cider that they were eyeing at the farmstand?? 🍩

then all that’s left to do is spend an hour or three out in the orchards, wandering further and further away from the main building with the bathrooms, surrounded by loads of other people who had the same idea for a weekend outing as you, but it’s such a beautiful fall afternoon that you don’t mind not having any privacy, and you’re enjoying yourself so much that you lose track of time…

…right up until notice that your date hasn’t picked an apple in like twenty minutes, and that they keep shifting their weight from foot to foot and looking back the way you came and then around at the other apple pickers like they really wish they’d all go away, and it doesn’t seem like it’s chilly enough out for their cheeks to be that pink…

or maybe instead of apple picking you take your date to the state fair! and you convince them try to corn maze with you because after all you’ve been coming here since you were a kid and every year you solve the maze in like 30 minutes tops 👌 

…except this year the fair planners apparently decided to really pull out all the stops because this maze is way harder than you remember it ever being, which might actually be kind of a fun challenge if it wasn’t making you look like a bragging liar in front of your date… and if that soda you had with your corndog wasn’t starting to catch up with you 🥤

so even though your date is being really sweet about the whole thing and says they’re having fun, you’re getting more and more embarassed each time you lead them to another dead end, and the growing need to pee isn’t making it any easier to concentrate on navigating

eventually you’ve been out here for so long that it’s starting to get dark and cold out, and you can feel your full, aching bladder with every step, and you’re no closer to the exit or a bathroom, and you’re starting to really, REALLY hate corn 🌽

starbucks, glorified drug dealers that they are, only has pumpkin spice lattes in the autumn. and you normally don’t even drink that much caffiene especially because it tends to run right through you, but that @$%#-ing pumpkin spice flavor is like a goddamned drug to you and this is the only time of year when you can get it so you have to take advantage as much as possible!!! 🎃☕

but the fact that all of a sudden you’re downing like a gallon of pumpkin-flavored coffee per day is REALLY wreaking havoc on your bladder

especially when you’ve been sitting in starbucks all morning sipping your fave fall drink and working on your laptop and the urge suddenly hits you all at once, and you ask the person next to you to watch your stuff and hurry towards thereom, amazed that you didn’t notice how uncomfortably full you were before now, and you turn the corner only to find a line of five other fidgety people outside the bathroom who seem to have your exact fatal weakness for hot, delicious, pumpkiny goodness 😞😳😖😞😖🚻

you absolutely love fall fashion and fall weather, so of course when the opportunity comes to for a long walk home from work one crisp autumn afternoon where you can look at all the pretty leaves and show your cute new outfit, feat. tight jeans, off to the world, you don’t mind if you do 🕶🧣👖👢

another ~Cold Weather Thing~ you love is hot tea, which is why you always have your trusty travel mug on hand! you polish off your current batch in the first few minutes of your walk–don’t want to let it get cold after all

it’s about 20 minutes into the walk when you start to realize that this might not have been the best idea. especially since there aren’t any public bathrooms or businesses on your route

by the time you reach your own neighborhood, you aren’t really thinking about the pretty leaves or your cute outfit anymore, or anything else other than the toilet waiting for you to empty your swollen bladder into it at home. your jeans are squeezing you in the worst way, and as the crisp day turns into a chilly evening, the cold breeze on your skin makes your bladder contract with sharp pangs of fullness that nearly stop you in your tracks. it certainly, certainly doesn’t help when the drop in temperature causes the grey clouds overhead to release a short rain shower, pattering gently all around you and tickling down your neck, and fuck if you aren’t jealous 🌧

by the time you’re standing on your front steps you’re almost frantic, nearly leaking into your tight jeans as you dance around digging desperately through your bag for your housekeys–until you look through the glass on the front door and see them sitting there on the front hall table because past you is an idiot

you hurry around back because god you know that spare key is around here somewhere… and then, at the same moment your bladder announces it’s about to let go whether you make it inside or not, your eyes fall on the colorful pile of freshly raked leaves in the corner of the yard…

Secret One: Anything that forces one’s thighs spread when one has a full bladder. My personal favorite fantasy is two women sitting -one in front and one in back. The one in back would force the girl in the front to spread her shaking thighs apart -while holding her hands up and away from her crotch so that she’s just waiting until she bursts. The girl’s tender pussy lips would be trembling while only her muscles could work hard to keep her huge dam from breaking.  

Secret Two: A dom demanding touchy-feely lap-dances from a bursting stripper who must follow through.

Secret Three: Bondage with intense and longggg drawn out Female-Desperation. Where you can see every twitch and squirmy struggle.

Secret Four: Running Faucets and Forcing to wash dishes nursing a full bladder.

Secret Five: Being trapped in a room when its raining outside making one feel the urge to pee.

Secret Six: A private detention where a professor doesn’t let his/her bratty 19 year old female student be excused to use the restroom. 

Secret Seven: Tickling a bursting individual.

Secret Eight: Forcing a significant other to drink tons of liquids before bed, then holding them in place especially if its their morning pee.

Secret Nine: Stimulating someone sexually to make it harder for them to hold it.This could be anything from small clit teases, to full-out sloww agonizing intercourse when every thrust presses into the growing need to pee. 

Secret Ten: Teasing someone aloud about how full they feel.

Secret Eleven: Gentle female bladder bulges that are just begging to be touched.

Secret Twelve: Tribbing with both females incredibly desperate

Secret Thirteen: A dom who forbids their sub to use the restroom, with punishment being longer denial if they leak.

Secret Fourteen: Being forced to listen to a person/people relieve themselves while needing to pee.

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1. Before you go to the grocery store, drink a lot of water. You’re not allowed to pee until you get back home.

2. Wait to clean the bathroom until you’re super desperate.

3. Make a list of all the chores you have to do and drink a glass of water after each one is done.

4. Wash your dishes in warm water while desperate.

5. Drink a lot of water before putting your laundry in. You’re not allowed to pee until all of it is done and put away.

6. Clean while desperate and instead of listening to music listen to water noises.

oh gosh, yeah that’s probably true… i’m blushing a little talking about it like that, there’s something so hot about being trained… I don’t think i’ll be able to hold a gallon regularly, but that’s a goalpost to aim for! I want to start out with 2L, then make my way up to 3L, then make my way up to a gallon. 

Mmmm… s-so relieved. <3

O-Okay so after my last post I started to dance around the room, slowly, you know, like a slow dance with lots of long motions. Any sharp, quick movements made my huge, bloated bladder spasm and ache with fullness! So I had to be careful. *nod nod*

I ended up lying down in bed next to my girlfriend, who started to cuddle and baby-talk to me “Aw, kitten can’t hold it? Come on baby girl you can make it, Mummy’s here, don’t wet yourself~” like the perfect tease she is! As she did I complained about the pain in my bladder, so her solution was “Let me give the poor swollen, sore spot a massage, it’ll help it feel better~”

Of course, she didn’t unbutton my trousers, so she just shoved her hands in and began to ‘massage’, more like squeeze and mess around with, my poor, over-stuffed abdomen, making me gasp, cry out in desperation, leak into my already wet trousers and grab her gasping for breath, begging her to stop, to let me piss! She just cooed little “No”s and “Keep waiting”s and “Be strong my pet~”s back at me until I gave up and let her have her way with my pee bump.

Eventually she let up, and we started to kiss and I grabbed onto her tight and started to grab at her shirt and tug it, trembling as wave after wave of pee crashed over me, wearing down my resistance little by little.

Once she noticed my tears, my utterly frantic pleas, saying how badly I wanted to keep holding it in for her, but how impossible and painful it was, how the urge was driving me out of my mind, to insanity and beyond! This was when she told me I only had to make it to 9pm, which I’m sure was a lie anyway, and that if I could just hold it another 10 minutes I’d have succeeded the challenge.

She didn’t say anything about me going pee, and at this stage that was all I could focus on, think about, dream of… peeing. I just wanted to so bad! That’s what I adore about being so desperate, all other thoughts leave your mind as it’s flooded with piss, there’s zero room inside that stretched bladder for any such thoughts as anxieties and troubles. It’s all pee, all desire, all lust.

Eventually, I could take it no more. The pee began to spurt out in longer and longer spasms and I yanked myself up and off the bed. My girlfriend quickly caught me, wrapping her arms around my abdomen and squeezing it to stop me escaping. I cried out in agony, drops of pee fell to the floor, onto my cute, pink socks. She leaned in close to me and told me to wait just 10 more seconds, as she counted down what felt like more than 30.

Once the last, painfully slow number had been teased out of her lips, and the last fortitude left within me had, too, entered my bladder and began to bang at the exit for release, she let me go. And I, with all the frantic passion of an ant in the desert heat, dashed to the loo.

I threw down my soaking trousers, at down, panties still on, and began to let loose a torrent of hot, steamy urine into the wonderful bowl. After a few seconds of pure, eyes glazed over ecstasy, I was able to stop and remove my soaking panties. Quickly plopping my bare butt back onto the toilet seat, my stream began again, twice as powerful as I pushed with all my might to empty my quivering, orgasming bladder.

The relief was indescribable, like I was a swollen water balloon that had been popped, or a garden hose filling up a family pool. I sighed and moaned with joy for ten minutes, the peeing stopped and started of course, when my tummy was finally rid of all the much delayed wee.

With a large grin, and even some drool, on my face. I gave one last, utterly contented sigh, before standing, wiping, and coming back to type this up.

I hope everyone enjoyed my first hold, I’m not sure when I’ll get chance to do another, but I certainly will eventually. Thanks for reading! ;D

PISS DESPERATION AND SHIT DESPERATION DO NOT BELONG IN THE SAME TAG.

PISS DESPERATION AND SHIT DESPERATION DO NOT BELONG IN THE SAME TAG.

PISS DESPERATION AND SHIT DESPERATION DO NOT BELONG IN THE SAME TAG.

PISS STAYS IN #OMORASHI. SHIT STAYS IN #MESSING. 

okay let me explain:

somebody using magic or some other force to link a container to somebody’s bladder,,

filling up a jar like ¾ths of the way and waiting for the person to run to the bathroom, then keep the jar locked shut so they can’t go, only to fill it back to the top the second they get back so they’d be too embarrassed to excuse themselves AGAIN

slowly filling the jar and sloshing it around for prolonged desperation

shaking the jar violently for sudden bladder spasms

filling up the jar all the way and keeping it locked shut for a super long time, leaving the person desperate and bursting

adding a tiny bit of water and then flipping the jar upside down to make the person extremely desperate off of just a tiny bit of water

filling up the jar and only letting a tiny little bit out at a time

the person running off to the bathroom desperate and only being able to let out a few drops, making them even more desperate