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It's now Ten past one in England; I haven't been to the loo since Seven. Tom isn't leeting me go until the morning. I can't sleep with a full bladder. He's given me two options:
Wet the bed or hold it in.

There are rules to this challenge though. Since seven, I have been drinking water every forty-five minutes. Come ten I was about ready to let go. Nuhuh. Not allowed. I was allowed to pee in a shot glass. If I over-flowed. I'd add an extra hour.

At midnight, I was allowed to pee originally. I went over twice. That's two o clock. If I wet the bed before then I'm at his mercy for the rest of the week; if I can hold it for another forty-five minutes, he is at my mercy. And the things I have planned for him in the morning.

More rules were: I'm not allowed to cross my legs. He controls me. If I really need it HE can stop me. He can tease, tickle or whatever to get me to go only on the hour can he do it though. I must drink water every forty-five minutes and down it.

So wet...

We've been at my mum's for four days now and it has been the most torturous time of my life. Well....
This has been the longest (give or take) that me and Tom haven't touched each other in a sexual manner when we have been in the same house. It's extremely frustrating! What's even more so is that we have to sleep downstairs for the next three days so my parents can finish off the bloody decorating in my old room.

Luckily we have the laptop with us so we aren't free of reading delicious stories about people's wettings/kinks. However, reading them makes both Tom and myself incredibly horny. Right now, my undies are soaked and I am about to pounce on Tom - not caring that my parent's are only upstairs. I just want him or the ability to masturbate at this moment.

Fuck it, I'm going to do it.
I have decided I'm going to give Tom a show. It's been too long and I'm so wet.
Firrst off, I am going to straddle him, sit him on the opposite sofa, rub my hands over my tits and suck on my fingers. I'll rub all down my body 'til I get to my panties, when I'll dip my hand in and start rubbing my clit...
Will let you know the outcome of this because I'm going now.

Loves x

Today's ventures

Went for a walk around Arundel today, was really lovely to walk. After last night's session, Tom still wanted more. He wanted to be in control of me again. I let him. He started to give me a lot of juice, especially Apple because he knows it goes straight through me. This was about eleven a.m. I had peed when I woke up -  part of my normal routine when I am not having a "piss-y day". We left about twenty minutes later, it is only a thirty minute drive and Arundel is a lovely place to be. We went for a walk through the castle, Tom constantly plied me with water. I could feel the slight push on my bladder, thus far in the day I had already drunk three apple juices and four bottles of water. The tour took a good three hours - the grounds are wuite big and during the end, Tom was taking his time in every room. I was trying not to let it show that I was hopping about and extremely desperate. We went to this little walkway and a field - nice little picnic area. There were a couple of people around. Many were too far away to notice anything or they were leaving.

The need came in a wave and I crossed my legs tight, hand holding myself. I begged him, he was my master. "Please, sir, can I got to the toilet?"
He pressed down on my stomach, I squuezed myself tighter to stop the pee escaping.

"No, you can wait till we get home," he was enjoying this.

"But, please. I don't think I will make it until then. I'm going to wet myself."

"you sick bitch. You better hold it until we get home. If not there will be so much trouble young lady." I decided to choose my words wisely here.

"But daddy please. I really need to go!" I started rocking myself. He pressed down harder on my stomach, a tiny spurt escaped me. My face gave me away, it was the look of surprise and relief that got him. He put his hand between my leg, laid us down with me on the bottom. I'm not sure if people were watching us, but I really didn't care. My blood was boiling. He pressed down on my stomach, the hand between my leg was rubbing me slightly. Oh, it felt so good. I really needed to let it all out now. The pressure on my stomach was just enough to make me start a slow stream. My eyes widened, a small wet patch formed on my jeans (luckily they are quite dark) It took all my might not to piss myself completely. Tom pulled his hand out from my groin, his hands glistening slightly. I gulped. His nose was on mine, "well, well. You naughty naughty little girl. Daddy is going to have to punish you, isn't he?" My heart started racing faster. He put his wet fingers in my mouth, i licked them clean. The familiar salty tang.

"Now," he said after his fingers were cleaned. "Are you going to wait till you get in or are you going to be a sick little baby?" Some days I wished we did this more often.

"Wait sir." He smiled and got off me, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift down to his crotch. He was slightly wet from me and extremely hard. He growled when I started squirming again.

"You know how I love this, right?" There was the reason I fell in love with him: his tenderness... and, of course the fact he was a kinky sod.
"Daddy, I really can't hold it. Really. I really really need to goo!" I was writhing around, surely he can't be that mean. Surely enough, he wasn't.

"Okay, baby, let's get you to the car and get you home." Easier said than done. We were only a five minute walk away from the car. He pulled me up, and it started. I couldn't control my bladder. I let go, it trickled down my leg. So warm. God, it felt so good to let go. Tom pulled me back down onto the grass and started grinding against me. I hadn't peed this much in ages. My jeans were soaked through and the majority of his front was soaked too. 

We came back home, both still pretty much soaked and aroused from the park session. Tom needed to piss pretty badly now. Oh, how I love this. :D I sat him down on one of the dining room chairs, went into the bedroom and under the bed was some rope and handcuffs.. You bet ya. I tied him to the chair., handcuffed his legs to the legs of the chair - he was now mine. Tom has a weaker bladder than I do which makes it a bit more fun... For me anyway. ;o) I was straddling him, and his futile attempt to get out of the chair was a complete and utter fail. I  undid his trousers and pushed down on his stomach, he let out a moan, the tiniest wet patch was emerging, he held his head in shame, trying to stop the flow. He couldn't seem to stop it. Shame. I grabbed his cock, stopped the flow myself, just about. I slapped him around the face "Dirty boy. Sick. Pathetic," the tears were welling up in his eyes (and not from the slapping). "Call yourself a man? I ought to leave you in your piss all day." I have never heard him whimper like he did. I did his trousers back up, got a bottle of water out of the fridge and made him drink it. As soon as it was touching his lips, he was pissing himself, squirting through his jeans and hitting me.

That's about enough of our ventures today and for about two weeks - we are going to visit my parents. No sex, no nothing. We will have to reminisce on here though.

First Time

First Post on here.

Sammy, 22, into a lot of kinky shit.

Favourite thing at the moment is watersports.
I first got into it at the age of 17 when I was camping with some friends and my boyfriend. We had all decided to play the waiting game. You know the one where you have to hold it the longest and the person that either wets first or rushes to the toilet has to do a forefeit.

we had drunk a lot of water and stuff on the way up (the drive was four hours - we didn't stop for a toilet break), we decided in the car that we would play said game. Setting up the tents, my friend, Julia, kept on hopping from one foot to another. Everyone thought she was going to crack first. She didn't. About an hour or so later, (most of us were pretty desperate by this time) Pete decided to get the water bottles out again. My boyfriend, Tom and best friend Hannah, were both really desperate; holding on for dear life. As the water bottles were sports cap, Pete and I (who were almost as desperate as Tom and Hannah) got two bottles and started squirting them. Bad move for Pete who got his sock and trainer completely soaked, making him really desperate now. I squirted some into Tom's mouth - he couldn't take much more liquid in, causing it to all drip down his front. He made a dash for the nearest tree but, alas, my gorgeous boyfriend leaked as he stood up. I remember with all his might he tried to stop the flow, but the wet patch kept growing and growing. It was the hottest thing I had seen in a long time.
Julia was the next to go, though she actually made it to behind a tree.

Sort of told you all about my friends. Not really my experience. When we were squirting the water, I had to squeeze myself extremely tight to stop anything from excaping. I was huddled on the floor by Tom's feet when he stood up. His piss hitting my knee. The heat from it made it harder to hold on. I only lasted a couple of more minutes (I wouldn't admit to any of my friends I was horny as well). Tom decided he was going to have  a bit of fun with me. He knew all my tickle spots, thus grabbing me around the waist gently, tickling me with feather-like fingers. I felt a spurt of pee come out then. I looked at him in shock - I really didn't expect it. I still tried to hold it in.
He got me pinned to the floor by the point when it started to flow. Tom rubbed his hard-on against me (turns out he got pretty turned on by me losing control) and pressed down on my stomach. It came out in a couple more squirts then it wouldn't stop. I had let go properly, drenching my jeans, Tom's already wet trousers and both our shirts. I had never peed so much in my life. It was quite surreal.



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