#press on my bladder
I’ve given Reaction Junkie control over my bladder whenever we’re together/in the same physical space. So when we went to his friend’s birthday party on Saturday afternoon, I knew I was going to have to ask his permission to pee. We got to the party and I foolishly drank a pop, then a couple glasses of wine. I could feel myself starting to have to go, and I figured I’d ask before it got too urgent, since I had a feeling the initial answer would be “No.”
And of course, I was correct. Not only did he say “No,” he also told me, “Ask again in an hour.” I briefly whined, but the pressure wasn’t too bad, so I went back to my conversation. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I started actually needing to go, but I knew it wasn’t an hour. By this point, quite a few more people had arrived at the party, including Anderson Cooper and the lady dom I’d gone to the spa with. I sidled up to Reaction Junkie, who was talking to Anderson Cooper, and asked permission.
“No,” he responded, and then added “Jump up and down." "Noooo,” I whined. “Is she talking back?” asked Anderson Cooper, being mischievous/an ass. “No…” I said, although, yes, I was. But I didn’t want to misbehave, especially not in front of a group of people. So when Reaction Junkie told me, “Do ten jumping jacks," I complied. "How do you feel now?” he asked when I was done. “Better, thanks,” I replied. That wasn’t a complete lie, and I returned to my conversation suitably distracted for a while.
I asked again not too long after, and this time Reaction Junkie said I could go if I went outside. He thought that was a hilarious option, and even asked the woman whose house we were at if that was okay. I pouted and continued talking with people, but I was starting to really need to go. Finally, I turned to Reaction Junkie and said, “I can go if I go outside?” He confirmed that I could, but when he double-checked with the people who lived there, we got a no go on me pissing in their backyard.
I bounced and asked, “Has it been an hour?” It had, but he wanted to make me wait longer. “It’s 5:23,” he told me. “Can you wait until 6:00?” I told him that no, I could not. “How about 5:30?” I started to say that I couldn’t wait that long, but that wasn’t true, so I told him I could. He told me I could go. Before he let me, though, he was going to have some more fun with me. He started pressing on my bladder, which not only made my need to piss worse, but it turned me on. I moaned softly and whimpered at him, enjoying the pain/pleasure of having my full bladder compressed. It’s one of the most arousing things someone can do to me.
He was talking to other people, and told them “I don’t know why she gave me this power, but she did!” Obviously, I gave him that power because I knew it would result in lots of fun for me and for him. And, of course, I was right. He finally let me get up to go to the bathroom, but before he did, he grabbed me around the midsection and squeezed hard one last time, making me groan and shiver a little before I said, “You’re gonna need to stop.” He nearly made me piss myself. He stopped and told me to go, and I skipped off to the bathroom, super pleased to have had one of my favorite kinks satisfied.
“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.”
