#hey friends
VERY IMPORTANT, FRIENDS:
a very small change was also added in this update which makes you searchable BY YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS and it is AUTOMATICALLY CHECKED on your blog. UNCHECK, SAVE, AND RUN FAR AWAY WITH YOUR BLOG. plus it’s in super small font, which makes it extra suspicious.
very important for people who don’t want family and others with their email address to find their blog!! very important to protect privacy!! signal boost!!
i know 100% that i had this damn thing un-checked before the update happened, but i just went to check and it’s checked again??? god bless this post because as they say, it’s so fucking small that i wouldn’t have noticed. being able to be tracked by your email should be optional, not enforced without notice. good spot op uvu
Well that explains how my mom found my tumblr with my email when I know I had this unchecked before.
Dick move, Yahoo/Tumblr, dick move.
Just went and checked…. The fuck, tumblr? I had that specifically unchecked for a fucking reason. I do not need people looking me up by my email address, I am not open about my religion anywhere BUT here (and some select friends). If the wrong person found my blog, this could ruin me.
Fuck you, tumblr. Fuck you, yahoo.oh man! just fixed this, it could have totally screwed me too!
what do you think your name is, Tumblr? Facebook?
man, signal boost, because I just found I was checked that way too. It is WEIRDLY tiny on the page, and I find that suspicious.
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Hi, friends! Long time no see….even though I’m still on Tumblr constantly.
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“No, you may not use the bathroom.” He ignores my desperate pleas as the 5 bottles of water he made me drink before the party quickly catch up with me. He tells me to stop bothering him and let him talk to people. Before I can ask again, he grabs me around the middle and squeezes me against him, continuing his conversation as if nothing is happening. I moan from the pain-tinged arousal that always results from having my full bladder compressed. The other people in the group hide their smiles and stifle their laughter, but I blush anyway, embarrassed for them to know how much this is turning me on. When he lets go, I stand next to him and dance from leg to leg as I try to focus on the conversation.
When it starts to hurt, I say in a quiet voice, “Please let me pee? It’s starting to hurt and I’m worried I’m going to wet myself.” He tells me to speak up, that it’s rude to whisper in a group. I look down at the floor, my cheeks flushed, but there’s no denying the way my cunt feels as I say, loud enough for everyone to hear, “May I please pee? It really hurts and…and I’m worried I’m going to wet myself.” He grins at me, enjoying my distress, and turns to the group, “Should I let her go to the bathroom?” he asks. The others laugh and respond, half kind, half cruel.
He considers for a moment before saying, “Let’s compromise. You may piss, but you may not use the bathroom. Sit on the floor.” He points towards the wall. I stare at him, not understanding. He gives me one of those looks and says more sharply, “Sit on the floor. Back against the wall. And spread your legs so everyone can see.” I slowly walk to the other side of the room, my bladder aching, and position myself as instructed.
The whole party is looking at me now. He walks over to me and says, “Go ahead. You have permission to piss.” “But…but I can’t. Not in front of everyone! You have to let me go to the bathroom, please!” I respond in horror. He grabs my hair, forcing me to look at him, and slaps me in the face. “Did you just refuse? And tell me what I ‘have’ to do? I think you’re forgetting how this works.” He slides his hand under my panties and continues, half turning to the group, “Besides, I can tell how much you want to do this. Your cunt is fucking soaking. You know what? Since this is your birthday party, not only am I going to forgive you for the backtalk, I’m going to be extra nice.” He hands me a vibrator. “Hold this on your clit. In addition to permission to piss, you also have permission to cum.”
Thoroughly embarrassed now, but reminded of my place by his voice and the slap, I turn on the toy and press it against my throbbing clit. I close my eyes, still feeling the pressure of everyone looking at me, and attempt to relax my muscles, trying to focus on the vibrations running through my cunt. After a minute, I’m finally able to let go. As soon as I do, I feel the relief of my emptying bladder as my panties are soaked in warm piss. I look up to see everyone watching, some people amused, some aroused, some disapproving. The humiliation and arousal and release of finally, finally being allowed to pee overwhelm me and I cum hard, legs shaking, body trembling, head pressed back against the wall.
When I’m finally feel able to think again, still shivering with aftershocks, legs gone numb, I slowly open my eyes to see him crouched over me, smiling, “Happy birthday, pisswhore.”
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