#piss play

Me and my fiance are going to be home alone all of Friday night (A rarity) and we were going to do piss play (we rarely get the chance to). I’m also buying my first vibrator and I was going to pay extra to make sure it arrived for Friday. I was really looking forward to it all. I just came on my period. fml.

Tighty Whities for life

Just a bedwetter lol

[10.24.2014]

“Drink five of those in the next ten minutes.” When Reaction Junkie pointed at my cup and ordered me to start having lots of water, I smiled. We were at the house party he was hosting for a bunch of kinky friends. I’d had a rough week, so I appreciated what I thought was Reaction Junkie engaging in the regular (and always enjoyable) bladder control and desperation that is part of our dynamic. I drank the water, and not long after, I felt the pressure building in my abdomen. I sat on the ground, and began rocking back and forth a little, attempting to distract myself from the feeling.

Reaction Junkie noticed my distress and started teasing me, “What’s wrong? Do you need to peeee?” I was a little embarrassed he was doing this in front of the party, even though I knew most of the people there fairly well. I pouted at him and said that of course I had to pee. He laughed, refused my request, and continued the teasing. At one point, he ordered me, “Go get a towel and one of your favorite shirts.” When I heard that, I realized this might not just be the normal bladder play I thought it was; he had something special in mind.

“Is he going to make me piss myself on the floor, in front of everyone?”, I thought. “No. He wouldn’t do that. Would he? Nah. It’d be too much of a mess. Right?” I refused his order to fetch the towel and shirt. Reaction Junkie gave me a look, and I managed to refuse again, but my will was weakening. He walked over to me, and I flinched, expecting to be hit for my disobedience. Instead, he started stepping on me, pressing down on my bladder. I was happy that he’d dropped the idea of making me get the towel and favorite shirt. Until he put more of his weight onto me, compressing my bladder further. I pleaded with him, “Please stop! I’m going to pee.”

Taking his foot off me, Reaction Junkie said, “Go sit on the toilet.” I was relieved for a moment until he added, “But don’t pee.” I whined, but got up and headed to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and waited. Reaction Junkie came in after a moment and told me I’d better not piss. I nodded and said, “I’m not.” He went back into the living room and I tried to distract myself from the need to pee. I was determined to be a good girl for him, especially since he’d left the bathroom door open, so if I started to pee, everyone would be able to hear.

When Reaction Junkie returned a minute later and saw me rocking back and forth, focusing on not pissing, he grinned, amused by my distress. “Do you think we should invite other people to come see?” he asked. My eyes opened wide in horror, and I shook my head and said, “No!” He smirked at me and said, “Don’t pretend like you don’t want this.” Turning towards the open door, he called out, “Who wants to see [LFB] piss herself?” I felt my face growing hot as a group of people gathered around the door. A few I knew fairly well, like The Unknown Quantity, Anderson Cooper, and Cute Thing (one of Reaction Junkie’s other partners). Two others, I didn’t know at all. And one of them, Pretty Girl, was a lovely woman who bought me a drink a couple happy hours ago, and who I’m shyly interested in.

As the group of partners, friends, and acquaintances looked on, Reaction Junkie began pressing on me, cruelly compressing my full bladder, all the while telling me not to piss and making comments to the crowd. I held strong, but it was increasingly difficult. All of a sudden, he punched my abdomen. It wasn’t the hardest I’ve been punched, but neither was it gentle. I managed not to piss, but only just. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes and my words. He reassured the crowd that even though it seemed like he was being mean to me, he was actually fulfilling a fantasy. I felt embarrassed to have this fantasy revealed. Then I saw something in his face that told me what was going to happen next. He was going to read from my tumblr post about the fantasy he was currently fulfilling.

I didn’t want the additional humiliation of having him read out my fantasy to the group. Not only would they know that he really was fulfilling a fantasy, that this was something I wanted to happen, I knew I’d be uncomfortable having my writing read aloud, and, of course, there was the fear that they would find my tumblr and I’d be entirely exposed as a disgusting, fucked up little bitch. Reaction Junkie took out his phone and I said, “No, don’t read it. You can’t!” He turned to face me, his expression making me cower. *SMACK* He slapped me hard across the face. “Did you just try to tell me what I can and can’t do?” he asked. Suitably chastened and feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, I shook my head and responded in a small voice, “No, dear.”

He pulled up my post and began reading, “”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…” I looked at the floor as he read, embarrassed on multiple levels. Reaction Junkie noticed. “Look everyone in the eye,” he ordered. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to look up and see the faces staring back at me. Feeling humiliated, I complied with his instructions, making eye contact with each person in turn. My thoughts were racing as I searched their expressions for what they were thinking. I saw mostly amusement and interest, but that didn’t make me feel any better.

When Reaction Junkie got to a part of my fantasy where the character representing me speaks, he imitated me teasingly, “Please let me pee? It’s starting to hurt and I’m worried I’m going to wet myself.” These “cute” imitations are something that he and I have discussed repeatedly. He is not supposed to do them, and when he does, he gets punished. So, in the middle of him dominating, embarrassing, degrading, and humiliating me, I made him stop reading and lean his head down. I licked his face, which is something he finds very unpleasant and has been a common punishment for behavior such as this. “Sorry, sir.” he said in his little subby boy voice. The gathered crowed laughed and someone said, “Your dynamic is so hot.”

Of course, immediately after his punishment was over, Reaction Junkie continued reading. And I continued being uncomfortable. Now, instead of imitating me when he got to my parts of the dialogue, Reaction Junkie did something worse. He made me read my lines, all while continuing to look this crowd of friends, acquaintances, and near strangers in the eyes. He read the entire story, with me on the toilet next to him, squirming and uncomfortable for so many reasons. I had to pee, of course, but I was also turned on and embarrassed about what he was reading and that he was reading something I’d written to this group of people.

When he finally finished, reading out the last line of the fantasy, “Happy birthday, pisswhore,” I was looking down, almost distracted from the urge to piss. then he said, “I wonder if we could all fit in here. I wanted to make her piss in the tub.” I shook my head, not wanting the further humiliation of everyone filling the bathroom and watching me piss, with the added embarrassment of not being allowed to piss in the toilet like a person. The Unknown Quantity decided to chime in, “Yeah. I think we can all fit.” Reaction Junkie grinned and told me, “Sit on the edge of the tub.” I was reluctant, but didn’t want another slap or additional punishment, so I moved over to the bathtub.

The crowd filed in and someone shut the door. Now I was sitting on the rim of the tub, holding onto the sink to position myself to sit into it. And everyone was looking right at me. Reaction Junkie slid his hand between my legs and teased my cunt with his fingers. “Look how turned on she is, ” he said to the crowd. Turning back to me, he put his hand in my face, “You’re soaked. Smell this.” I obeyed, but looked down, thoroughly embarrassed and a little ashamed. Reaction Junkie said, “Look at everyone.” I did, my face growing hot as I looked at the people who now knew just how wet I was from the treatment I was receiving.

Reaction Junkie gave me another instruction, adding to my discomfort, “Spread your legs so everyone can see.” Slowly, reluctantly, I opened myself up. I felt vulnerable and exposed, and even half-closed them a few times. Each time, however, I spread them apart again when I saw Reaction Junkie’s face. He considered for a moment, and then asked, “Should I go get a vibrator?” I shook my head, actually upset. I didn’t think I’d be able to get off like this, or, if I could, I worried it would take so long that people would get bored. I wasn’t sure how I’d handle that in addition to the stress of the situation. He saw the expression on my face and recognized what I needed. “Nah, that will take too long,” he said. “Now piss.”

I started to try and let go, to start peeing in the tub. I kept my eyes focused on him alone, not wanting to look anyone else in the eye while I pissed in the tub. “Don’t look at me. Look at Pretty Girl,” Reaction Junkie said, ordering me to look the girl I like right in the eyes. The first time we’d hung out outside of happy hour, and she was about to see me piss myself. I looked at her, complying with his instructions. Reaction Junkie ordered me to pee again. I tried, but just couldn’t let go. “I don’t know. I can’t.” I said to him. “Oh, you better,” he responded, “You better piss yourself in front of all these people.”

I was worried about what people would thing, how they’d see me differently. Finally, the need to pee overcame my desire not to do so like this, in front of all these people. The piss streamed out of me, splashing into the tub as I emptied my bladder, a group of people watching my degradation and humiliation. Finally, the stream slowed to a trickle, then drops, and finally, it stopped. Reaction Junkie asked if I needed toilet paper. I said, “Yes, please.” When he handed it to me, I looked at it and said, “Not the one ply! Red!” making everyone laugh. Then I wiped, adding one final embarrassment to the day. Everyone filed out, leaving Reaction Junkie and I alone together. I was filled with a mix of emotions. Arousal, shame, amusement, embarrassment, gratitude, and, of course, happiness. How could I not be happy? Reaction Junkie had just literally made one of my fantasies come true.

I can’t wait to see what he’ll do for my actual birthday.

I’m in Reaction Junkie’s shower, having just finished washing up when I hear him come into the bathroom, slide open the shower door, and say, “Good morning.” There’s something in his voice, so I turn towards him. His cock is in his hand, and a stream of piss is hitting my leg.

“I just washed that leg,” I pout at him. He just laughs and continues to empty his bladder onto me. When he’s finished, he looks at my half-annoyed, half-amused face and grins at me. “Kiss me,” he orders. Smiling back at him, I happily comply.

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Note: Below the break there is a lot of discussion of piss play. 
It’s fairly gross.

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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.”

ahhh I just want my sweet boyfriend’s piss in my mouth he’s so good to me all the time, treating me like a princess, he deserves to do whatever he wants to me, like use me as his urinal before fucking me until I can’t think straight I just wanna be his nasty little toy so bad ❤️ I hate long distance, fuck me daddy

so fucking horny lately, I just think about him holding me down and fucking me, his hands gripping my wrists while he thrusts in and out of me, his bladder bursting at the seams. his tongue grazes my jaw and he nibbles on me, calling me good girl, wincing every time his cock twitches and he feels the urge to piss.

piss, baby, please, it’ll make me cum so hard around your cock

he groans and squirts into me a little, moaning like crazy, his hair falling against my face. he lets it all go inside me, squirt after squirt at first, until he’s pissing a hard stream inside of me and his face is twisted in euphoria emptying his bladder into my pussy.

fuck, I love you, I love your cock, I love your piss, I love everything, don’t stop

he can’t even process words, just moans and groans while he’s making a fountain inside me, getting everything around and underneath us wet with his piss splashing out of my pussy with every thrust. we’re both getting desperate, just fucking like crazy, before a white hot orgasm rips through me and causes him to cum a thick fucking load into my piss filled body —

It was an accident. Natasha had been really thirsty and there were no bathrooms nearby, it was perfectly reasonable that she couldn’t hold it for ever. It certainly had nothing to do with the curse, she didn’t even believe in curses. It wasn’t like someone could just curse you to loose all control of your bladder, that would be absurd.

These were all things Natasha was sure of. Natasha was wrong.

It had been a week since she had accidentally broke the old pot at the antique shop, and she had already paid the absurdly high price of the ugly looking thing. The man behind the counter had told her to be careful or she might end up having another accident, and she had left the shop thinking her was threatening her. That when she peed herself, or at least shortly after. Her friends had dragged her to a movie after they finished shopping and she felt so thirsty, she ended up drinking a full extra large cup of coke only to find that the theaters bathrooms were out of order. She ran out to the car and tried to figure out somewhere she could go, but she couldn’t hold it any longer and…

A warmth spread across her crotch and ass and slowly down her thighs, as a large dark spot appeared on her pants. She looked down in dismay realizing she had just wet herself out in public. her pants were getting pretty thoroughly soaked and she moaned as she realized just how much she had peed. As the flow finally subsided she became aware that her best friend had just watched her piss all over herself and even… did she actually moan out loud?

“Holy shit Natasha, I guess you really had to go!” Her friend laughed. “What are you part race horse? Damn… Okay hold up, hide behind that bush over there.” She motioned for Natasha to hide. “I’ve got a towel and an old skirt that doesn’t fit anymore in the trunk, we can fix this before anyone comes out.”

Within a few minuets she was dressed again, and her piss stained clothing was in a trashbag in the trunk.

“t-thanks,… I don’t know what happened, I usually have a really strong bladder. An overactive one, but a strong one.”

“That’s true, I’ve seen you go every hour on the hour before…Well, I guess you just really had to go this time.” she laughed it off and they got back into the car. Natasha couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong though.

The following day had brought misery of it’s own, she had been standing making dinner in the kitchen when she nearly slipped. There was a puddle at her feet and her pants were… She had peed herself, again, and this time she hadn’t even noticed. She was getting pretty upset at this point and went to see her doctor the following day. She had gone through a lengthy speech about various things that could influence the frequency of urination and other things not pertinent to her situation. The speech stopped when she noticed that Natasha had peed herself while they spoke and hadn’t noticed. Tests were done at that point and they discovered that her pelvic floor seemed to not working be correctly. It should have been working fine but for some reason the muscles that controlled her bladder were loose and seemed to be getting looser.

Natasha walked out to her car and changed into the spare clothes she now constantly carried with her.

Three days later and Natasha didn’t know what to do. She was peeing herself over a dozen times a day at this point, some times she could tell and managed to run around a corner and hide, but other times she was barely able to get her pants off in time. At least once a day…she didn’t even notice, she would be completely unaware of how soggy her pants were. She eventually switched to wearing only flowing dresses and going barefoot, hoping she could avoid some of the hassle of changing her clothes.

That didn’t make it any less embarrassing though, all of her friends knew at this point. They knew that she had no control over her bladder, and some of them thought she was getting off on peeing everywhere, some of the times she wet herself she couldn’t help but to moan and one time she even… She didn’t want to think about it but she couldn’t help herself. One of the times she had actually gotten off to it. She found that thinking about how she had no control at all was turning her on and she had started fingering herself while she peed all over her legs behind a convenience store.

She went back in for further testing, but she couldn’t explain what had happened and neither could the doctors. Her body just stopped working right all of the sudden and as far as the doctors were concerned it was permanent and untreatable. She thanked the doctors and rushed out to her car, a large wet patch already soaking the tight jeans she had put on. She had taken to wearing them again, there was just something about seeing them get soaked that made her get so horny. She jumped into the backseat on the plastic sheet she had and didn’t even shut the door before her hand was in her pants flicking her clit and slipping three fingers into her warm wet pussy.

As she steadily picked up rhythm while imagining herself peeing all over her best friend she felt her pussy clench around her hand and she had to stifle a scream. She rocked her hips back and forth with a twitch as she came, and she only looked up when she saw a couple of teenagers with a phone recording her. She nearly died of embarrassment, they had just recorded her fingering herself until she came while wearing jeans soaked in her own piss. She screamed for them to get away and they laughed as they ran off. She knew they would have the video up on some website within hours and it wouldn’t be long before everyone knew. Before everyone knew that she was some freaky piss obsessed slut.

She couldn’t go anywhere in town without getting stared at now. If they weren’t looking at the large wet spots that frequently ruined her pants, they were just giving her judgemental stares. Nothing was the same now, her life had been turned on it’s head ever since she broke that pot. Suddenly she remembered the words of the shopkeeper “Be careful or you might have another accident.” It was a thin lead, but she felt like it was important and she drove over to the shop immediately. She was careful not to tear the plastic lining covering the inside of her car and made sure her pants weren’t already wet. She entered the store and spotted the same man behind the counter, he saw her and a smirk crossed his face for a moment.

“You, what did you do to me!?”

“Me?” He looked at her innocently.

“Yeah, you and your ‘accident’ thing, I can’t stop peeing everywhere now, what the fuck did you do to me!?”

“Hahaha 'I’ didn’t do anything. 'You’ are the one who broke the chamber pot.”

“Broke the what… You mean that pot i knocked over?”

“Yes 'that pot’ was an ancient chamber pot owned by a woman accused of witchcraft, they say she had a particular interest in… urine.”

“S-so what… Are you trying to say.. that…”

“Yes, you got yourself cursed, and by the looks of it pretty bad.” He grinned as a dark wet patch covered her legs and ass again.

“How do I undo the curse!?”

“I would think you need the witches spellbook.”

“Well where is it, give it to me!”

He laughed at her request. “I don’t sell occult manuscripts, this is an antique shop not some place for black magic.”

“You had a cursed pot!”

“Details… point being, I don’t have the book and I can’t help you, so if you could kindly leave before you get piss all over my floor that would be appreciated.”

Natasha was so mad, mad at him, mad at the witch, mad at herself. There was nothing to do about it though and she left the shop in defeat. There was no way she was going to be able to find where the book went and she was going to spend the rest of her life peeing all the time. The thought turned her on again, being stuck like this. Never getting control ever again, she groaned and tried not to think about it. Everyone knowing that she enjoyed peeing herself, that she liked being covered in piss. She didn’t even notice that she was playing with herself again.

Back in the shop the man behind the counter grinned as he saw through the shop window that she was in her car and seemed quite.. 'busy’ with something.

“Dear, maybe we should end the curse, surely this is enough?” A beautiful woman in a long black dressed cooed as she stepped out from the curtain blocking off the back room.

“She broke your favorite vase though, she needs to learn her lesson first.”

“So cruel… I love it.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss before carrying her spellbook to the back and returning to her studies.

“Maybe I’ll end the curse… in a few years… maybe..”