Pee Humiliation - Tumblr Posts

i’m sitting here wishing someone would make me drink way too much water which gets me desperate, and after i ask to go to the toilet, they come with me and hold my girldick for me while i sigh and release my piss because i can’t be trusted to not make a mess, and NO ONE IS DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT??

guided letting go…making a sub hold till they can’t anymore. when they say “I can’t control it anymore” pulling their underwear down of course some pee spurts out so you have to cup them to help them clench like,”c’mon you can do it” while they shake like a dog.

Then when you’ve finally taken their undies all the way off you say, “look at what a wet spot you made, let’s make it bigger”. And you lay their panties down on the floor underneath them, make them spread their legs and they try to hold themselves but start leaking all over their hands. Drops of piss keep hitting their underwear anyways, it’s useless. Then you just say, “let go honey it’s okay” and they pull their hands back and their piss just spurts out like a faucet and soaks all into the fabric and they sigh and exhale all breathy in relief..bonus if you take a picture of their privates glistening and wet from piss afterwards.

Someone being so so desperate, (to pee or 💩) and starting to have an accident... their understanding friend tells them "come on let's get you cleaned up" and the desperate person has to admit that they aren't done yet, it's still coming, and they still need to go really really badly

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Someone losing control and wetting their clothes in public is obviously super hot. But sometimes I think about someone refusing to last second. They are squirming and openly holding their crotch, anyone who glances at them feels secondhand embarrassment because they know this person is on the brink of having an accident. They can't even think straight with the heavy aching of their bladder. So when they finally feel a spurt of wetness hit their hand, they instinctively rip open their fly and expose themself. Immediately spraying the floor with their piss. Do people graciously avert their eyes from the spectacle, or do some ogle their failure to control themself?

”pleeeeeease let me into the toilet. i can’t hold it much longer, it’s going to come out! :(”

“oh, fuck! i’m weeing myself! it’s going everywhere! :(“

”i’m making such a mess, it’s all over me. …but it feels so good. :(“

“i had to go so bad. :(“

I will close the bathrooms and force you to hold it until you can't hold it anymore and piss yourself.

it will be the most humiliating thing you have ever experienced, I will see the liquid run down your thighs and soak your panties until they are too wet.

you would look so fucking pathetic it makes me so horny to think about it.

this is the hottest post on this website i’m calling it now

(if you speak to me like this, my brain will shut off and i’ll do anything~)

I will close the bathrooms and force you to hold it until you can't hold it anymore and piss yourself.

it will be the most humiliating thing you have ever experienced, I will see the liquid run down your thighs and soak your panties until they are too wet.

you would look so fucking pathetic it makes me so horny to think about it.

right????

Okay so like who's gonna hold me down and tickle me until I pee my pants??????...?

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.

this post is so hot to me-

Forced edging on a full bladder till you piss yourself...silly girl

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.

A person flooding their pants right in front of the toilet because they can't get their belt/zip undone >>>>>>

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.

(thank you for the prompts)

Bondage omo holding 🤤

Being tied to a chair, unable to close or cross your spread legs

Being tied to the bed, wrists at the headboard and feet spread wide, writhing on the sheets

Being tied up on the toilet, clothed or not, begging for relief that's right there but not having permission to go

Alternatively, being tied up in the bathroom with the toilet or shower in view. Bonus if the water's running or someone's using them, making you squirm so bad

Handcuffs. Yes.

Suspension. Just imagine being at your absolute limit, bursting, suspended from the ceiling and dangling in midair. There's nothing to rut against to help with your desperation, nothing to feel but your own weight against the ropes and the bulge of your bladder...

Being on a leash + trapped under layers of harnesses. Enough said.

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.

need~

hey anyone know what phone case this is? please ignore the text

how did you get a picture of me?

umm.. literally me..? um..

I might just as well, this is hot as fuckkkk~

I don't see enough people appreciate the kind of bladder control i'm into (in fiction): nonconsensual, but intentional, but bordering on impersonal. It's as whumpy as most of my fantasies.

When none of the characters is into piss kink, when it's just about the control.

A pet who's not allowed a bathroom break because it's further dehumanizing, a severe punishment awaiting them if they can't wait long enough. Squirming and doing everything to hold, terrified of what would happen if they let go. Forgotten about for hours and hours in a cage with no way to leave, no way to relieve themself. Pushed past their every limit, until even breathing hurts, squeezing themself and crying quietly, hoping against all hope and growing more and more desperate because they know, they know they won't last. When their owner returns, there's no understanding of the circumstances, no interest, they're only disgusted. Maybe later they do make their pet drink too much and wait too long, but none of it is sexual -- they like seeing the pain, the desperation, the degradation when the pet begs them to be allowed to go. But they enjoy not giving them any of that.

Anyway, that's what I love in fiction and reading consensual real life desperation of people here is super hot. But if someone's writing fiction. Gods please someone write something like this. Or I might just.

i can’t stop thinking about “folding up a towel around his dick to help him relieve himself” vhfhsighdstsukgs i’m definitely gonna use that

thinkin about a gamer boy having to pee so badly while he's playing his game but he can't get up until the match is over. every time he thinks it's going to end, u can see him getting ready to get up, but then the game takes a turn and he crosses his legs together again to keep grinding on the game.

just thinking about bringing over a big cup or folding up a towel around his dick to help him relieve himself under the desk while he finishes his game, the bliss of letting go making it so much harder to focus

OR watching him finally flood his pants, but the moment he finally loses control, the game is over and he's just pathetically wetting himself for nothing.

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!

guess who drunk coffee and 500ml of water? yeah me, guess I'm starting a holding☺️

I'm planning to drink 500ml every 30min and start doing some omo games, if you have challenges write them in the comments or asks😉 hope to stay desperate as long as possible🤤💦