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this is how to control someone’s bladder.

Aw, poor thing. You need to go so badly, don't you? Look at that round, swollen bulge in your abdomen. Your poor little bladder is just so full that it has nowhere else to go.

Would it hurt if I pressed on it? What if I just brushed my fingertips over it so lightly that it tickles your skin and confuses your body into trying to release? Or maybe I'll push the heel of my hand right into it, kneading it like a stress toy, squeezing and grabbing. Maybe I'll give it a nice, relaxing massage.

Oh no, you're not allowed to let go yet. Hold it.

It hurts? That's because you're not strong enough yet. You have to practice so you can get nice and full. How long have you been holding?

That's all? Come on now, you can do better than that. It would be such a disappointment if you were saying you can't hold it any longer than that. That's not what you're saying, is it? No, of course not. You're going to be good and hold.

When I first tell you I want you to ask permission before you go to the bathroom, you think it's about general control. You think it's about learning that you need to ask permission for even your body's most basic needs.

For the first two weeks, any time you ask, I say yes. It lulls you into a false sense of security. If I'm going to say yes every time, you don't need to worry, right? At first, you asked at the first sign of a twinge in your bladder, just in case, but now you've decided it's okay to wait until you naturally would head for the bathroom.

The next time you ask, I say no.

"No?"

I shake my head. Your brow furrows. Your bladder is full, but it's not that bad, you suppose. Uncomfortable but not painful. You shift in your seat, not used to having to hold it when the bathroom is right there, but in situations without easy access to a bathroom, you've definitely held worse. You squirm a little in your seat for the next hour until you gather up the courage to ask again. I say yes. You sigh in relief and go.

I let you get comfortable again. Too comfortable.

A week later, we're out running errands, and you don't like using the public bathrooms. It's hot, and you drink the full volume of your water bottle without thinking. In the car on the way home, you try to discreetly press your thighs together. You shouldn't have had so much to drink. The seatbelt is uncomfortably tight against your aching bladder.

The second we pull into the driveway, you immediately ask to go to the bathroom. Thinking--assuming--I'll say yes. Must be I understand what a dire situation it is? But I shake my head. Your eyes go wide.

"Please," you beg. "I have to go so badly. It's been four hours, and I had way too much to drink."

Too bad. Your steps on the way into the house are cautious and slow, not wanting to jostle your full bladder. You stand just inside the door, not sure what to do. You cross your legs. You barely make it fifteen minutes before asking again, but I won't let you. You let out a sob.

"I can't hold it," you plead. "Don't make me wet myself."

Another fifteen minutes, I tell you. Then you can go.

You squirm and shove a hand between your legs, unable to stay still, not used to holding so much. Your bladder screams for relief. Looking at the bathroom door makes it worse, but you stand right outside it anyway, knowing you're going to need to dash in as soon as possible once the fifteen minutes are up.

When the timer goes off, I tell you you can go. You race into the bathroom and slam the door. With the toilet in sight, your muscles quiver, a tiny leak escaping you as you desperately try to get your pants unbuttoned. Please please please. You finally get your pants down and sit down on the toilet in a rush, the pee gushing out of you into the bowl. You look down at your pants--you avoided a big mess, but your underwear is undeniably wet. You hide it in the back of the laundry pile, not willing to admit that you almost didn't make it.

You never know when I'm going to say no. Sometimes I make you drink a glass of water before bed and tell you you better not wake me up. When you wake up in the night with your bladder heavy, you'll just have to hold it. You toss and turn, trying to wait until morning. You cross your legs and wait for me to wake up. By the time I do, your bladder is hard and swollen. You run to the bathroom as soon as I let you.

One morning, I give you a choice. You get two bathroom breaks from now until tomorrow morning. You can relieve your desperate bladder now, but then you'll be stuck with only one chance to go for the rest of the day. You whimper and whine, already needing to go so badly, but you try to hold it. Throughout breakfast, your hips rock restlessly against the chair. The sound of the coffee pot dripping isn't helping. You barely make it to 10am before having to use one of your passes--but now you only have one more for the entire rest of the day.

I remind you to drink: you wouldn't want to get dehydrated. You want to save your last bathroom trip for before bed, but by 5pm, you know you're not going to make it. You ask to go right after dinner, but I make you wash the dishes first. You double-cross your legs and stick your butt out, squirming, the warm water on your hands making small drips escape despite your best efforts. Every so often, you have to stop and shove your wet hands between your legs, no time to dry them off first if you want to prevent a leak. You know it's a losing battle, but you try anyway, fighting your own body's basic instincts.

There are still two dishes left to wash when you feel the hot trickle down the inside of your thigh. Oh god, no. It takes you a few seconds to stop it. Putting your hands back in the water is torture, but you know your only hope is to finish the dishes and make it to the bathroom before your bladder bursts. You're dripping steadily now, your pants getting wetter and wetter as you frantically finish washing the last two dishes.

What a mess, I tell you. You show me the empty sink with tears gathering in your eyes. Fine, I say--go ahead.

You're already wetting yourself, but you run into the bathroom anyway, letting the rest out into the toilet.

You let out a cry of relief, but it's short-lived. No more bathroom breaks now until morning, and it's barely 7pm.

You're not going to make it, but you'll try.

cw: extreme omo, 4buse k!nk, cnc,

make me drink too much. make me squirm and beg to pee. strip me nude, don’t mind how embarrassed i am. pull my hands away if i dare try and cover myself. make me drink more.

press your hand into my bladder. make me cry from the desperation. humiliate me for every leak and drop that comes out from my girlcock. “i told you to hold it. why can’t you hold it? i thought you were a big girl. stop peeing right now.”

i’m squirming, not allowed to hold myself, yet being forced to keep every drop of piss inside. i leak again, and you continue to embarrass me. “you’re peeing again! what, you can’t hold it? pathetic. hold it in, i don’t wanna see any more come out.”

i groan and nod, knowing that i can’t hold it for longer. you grab my girlcock, causing me to yelp. i leak onto your hand. you stand up and slap me across the face. i fall onto the floor, crying. you yell at me and call me a dirty slut. “how dare you piss on me!”

you pull me up by the arm and punch me in the stomach, right in my bladder. it fails. i begin pissing myself, a heavy stream flowing out the end of my cock. you slap me again, i fall backwards. i can’t stop pissing, i’m covering myself in the warm liquid, unable to enjoy the relief.

you walk over to me and harshly stomp onto my crotch, causing me to scream out in pain. my crushed girlcock continues spraying piss onto my tummy. you lift it up, wipe your shoe on me and kick me in the side. you spit on me, and walk away, calling me every mean name and insult under the sun. leaving me on the floor crying and still pissing all over myself.

a very underused omo trope is the fake pee. someone absolutely desperate to pee, they can’t hold it any longer. so they’re told to pull down their pants, sit on the toilet, and do nothing. after about two minutes they’re told to get up, pull their pants up and move on.

and they’ll complain that “wait, i still need to pee!” no you don’t, you just peed. and you can’t lie to me and complain you need to go. you just peed. your bladder is empty. now go, you need to replenish all the liquid that you lost. <3

YES THIS EXACTLY YES PLEASE

i thought of a situation but cant find a word for it, imagine this, you are doing a hold with your Dom, you are super desperate, they decide to pull your pants towards them and proceeds to pee in your pants, so it looks like you wet yourself but you are still soooo desperate and when you beg them for their permission they just respond with "you clearly already peed yourself you dont need to go yet"

🥵🤤

holy fuck my brain switched off half way through reading this

use a catheter on me. fill me up before going to sleep, water, soda and of course a lot of tea. in the morning I'm desperate, pleading for my morning release, but you don't let me go. I'm squirming, even standing is really painful. I think it's finally over when you come to me at my catheter, but you just attach a funnel and fill me up with your piss. at this point my bladder is unbearably stretched, it just hurts. I beg you to let me pee but you have other plans. you dress me in a slutty outfit, short crop top with no bras and a tiny skirt without panties.

"we're going to the grocery store" you say. and that's it, my begs are usless.

every step is painful, my legs can barely hold me but fortunately the store is near. we go through the aisles, you order me to bend to take some stuff, just to see my ass, my bare pussy showing off and whimper escaping from my lips. it hurts so much, I need to empty my bladder. we wait in line for payment, luckly an old woman allow us to pass.

"you should go first since you're pregnant, such a lovely couple" she said, pointing towards my bulging belly. I can barely smile, the bladder is so full and stretched, you smirk. "you're so kind ma'am, wanna feel the baby?" so you guide her hand to my belly, prodding and squishing it, I just wanna cry. the old woman starts touching it too.

"please..." I manage to whimper. "oh poor girl, you must be so sensitive, you might need a massage" said the woman, starting touching harder to help but just getting me more desperate. you chuckle, seeing how the ma'am was unknowingly torturing me.

"thanks for the advice, I'll treat her at home" you smirk. after paying and getting back I start begging you. on the floor of the house I'm just a whimpering mess.

"don't worry, I got you" you said, just for you to turn me over, my bladder pressing on the floor in a hurtful way and your cock sliding into my tight cunt.

"please so full... to full..." I can only whimper, my bladder stretched to unbearable limits. you continue pounding into me, while I cry until you cum and cum again. my pussy abused, overstimulated and red, your cum filling me even more. you let out some other sprout of piss, just to plug it in me and leave me on the floor like this, a whimpering and crying mess, full, hurt and bruised, with my belly stretched out and bulging a lot. piss and cum filling me up.

"get up, you have my bath to run" you order. it will be a long day and I can already barely crawl without crying in pain.

pretty please??? (MDNI)

as soon as they feel a slight tinge in their bladder, it’s already coming out. no matter what they’re doing or where they are, they just pee right then and there. uncontrollably.

imagine being trained to just pee on command. holding it for ages, you’re almost at a toilet! just a small distance away! you’re nearly there! then your partner says “go pee pee.” and you start pissing yourself, unable to stop. you just have to stand there in relief and embarrassment as you create a big puddle.

Hard Kink Fantasy Warning ⚠️

I really want a sub who I can untrain to use the toilet in time. Until their body starts releasing as soon as they need to pee.

As soon as they reach that state I want to train them again but with my idea of an ideal omorashi partner! Like they pee on command or when they hear a specific sound!

need a girl to step on my hot aching cunt till im squirming n pissing. anyone else wish they could get pissed on their clit while pissing themself?????? ijnmbbnbbfghh

I want a needy fucking dog I can take out on a walk and make to kneel in front of me and piss in the grass. They've been whining at me all night to let them go out and when they finally get to relieve themself I get to cradle their face and ruffle their hair, "good puppy! Let it all out for me" <3

Too bad I can't reach into your body and give your full, aching bladder a squeeze. I want to poke and prod it, flick it and make all that pent-up liquid ripple against the walls. Imagine how it'd feel if I were to give your bladder a firm massage, treating it like my personal stress ball, making sure you feel every ounce, every drop threatening to burst out of you.

tying someone up teasing them until they're desperate to pee, then acting like you're going to untie them and let them go, but actually just straddling them and grinding onto their crotch until they start to wet themselves

oh fuck fuck i peed oh god it felt so good fuck i wanna pee so much more i wanna pee more i have to hold it though fuck i need to pee that was so little

i peed for five seconds, literally pulled up the stopwatch app on my phone to make sure i was counting right, and i peed as hard and as much as i could but it still felt like a drop in the bucket compared to the ocean still left inside, i wanna keep peeing

need to make a boy tear up from how bad he needs to pee, then spank him until he wets himself

i’m in love with this scenario someone do it to me >///<

what if i hypnotized you to connect your cock to your bladder

when your bladder is completely empty, you're fully soft. when you feel the first twinges of needing to pee, the blood begins to rush to your genitals. your cock starts to feel a bit heavier and makes a slight bulge against your pants. as your bladder fills, your cock continues to harden. by the time you would normally use the bathroom, you're half-hard and strangers are stealing glances at your pants tent. but here's the catch: if you want to pee, you're going to have to cum first.

if you go to the bathroom now, you'll stand in front of the toilet coaxing your cock to full hardness and stroking yourself until you manage to make yourself come. doesn't matter if you're in public– if you want to empty your bladder, you're going to have to masturbate and hope no one notices you pleasuring yourself in a public place. but look out: as soon as your cock finishes shooting cum, it'll start leaking piss, and your bladder will drain until it's fully empty whether you like it or not.

of course, if you don't want to masturbate in public like that, you can choose to hold it as you make your way back home. but the fuller your bladder gets and the more desperate you become, the harder your cock will get. when you start to feel the need to squirm or shift in place to hold it, your cock is fully hard and straining against your pants, the strangers that pass you by are scandalized by the obscenity. the tip of your penis rubs against your pants with every step you take, coaxing out drops of precum. but be careful not to have an orgasm, or you'll start uncontrollably peeing!

your cock throbs as your desperation reaches new heights on your journey back home. since you haven't cum yet, not a drop of pee leaks out of you– everything is locked inside until you orgasm, both types of release tied together, so no way to let off any of the pressure. you fan your legs, hunch over, and even grab your penis like a child, all the while your cock is unbearably hard and swollen, aching nearly to the point of pain. you're overwhelmed by the sensations of approaching both an accident and an orgasm.

you squirm and pant as your pleasure and need to pee start to crest. you feel your balls tighten and your bladder quiver, full to bursting but unable to release until you release your cum. you feel your bladder contract and grip your penis tight, managing to hold back the flood for a few more seconds. your your bladder contracts again, and you think you're about to wet yourself, but instead, you start to cum. your cock starts to helplessly shoot cum without any stimulation other than the friction of your pants and the desperate grip of your hands, kicking and throbbing in your pants in a humiliating explosion of pleasure. as soon as your orgasm starts to fade, your cock still fully hard, you feel your bladder drop and release. a rushing torrent of pee floods out of your still-twitching, still-throbbing cock, your crotch drenched with cum and pee. you pee uncontrollably until you're completely empty, the last few spurts trickling pathetically out of your softening penis.

you could try begging me to reverse the hypnosis, but do you really want to?

if i posted some really dark and extreme fics (noncon, pain, s0mno etc) on my ao3 account, would people actually read them? they’d be under a different “alias” or whatever it’s called of course but it depends on if people are interested :3