Pet play omo where your pet has to wait for you to come home from work to get their relief. They want to be a good pet, so they always hold it. By the time you walk in the door they're whining and shaking, and you let them outside to relieve themselves like a good pet.
But today they need to be punished, and you know exactly how you want to do that. you have them drink an extra doggy bowl of water before you even leave, and then you add a full liter of fluids to their daily supply. "This better all be finished by the time Master gets home, pet."
They whine and whimper, knowing what this means, but they don't argue. Little do they know, that's only half the punishment. After work ends, you got out with a few coworkers for drinks. By the time you're home, instead of 5:30, it's 7pm.
You come inside and your pet is already at the door, having heard you come in. They're whimpering and whining, cheeks wet with tears. "Why aren't you on all fours, pet?" You taunt.
They're crying, hands digging into their crotch, desperately trying to hang on. They can't crawl on all fours because they need their hands to hold, and you know it. But you play dumb. "Get on your paws, pet."
Crying and begging, apologizing for being a bad pet and promising they'll never ever be bad again, they slowly pry their hands away. They gingerly and tenderly get up on their hands and knees. Their knees are pressed tightly together, hips wriggling and bouncing.
They collapse down and show you their tummy. Their swollen, bulging bladder protruding out between their hips. You reach down and start petting them there.
"What is it, pet? I thought you loved belly rubs?"
