Piss Desperation - Tumblr Posts

i gotta hold myself now, wow, that got bad really quick

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

mmmmm i gotta go~

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

i’m so full fuck-

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

i’m really desperatte now i gotta go

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

i’m opisksig

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

fuck that felt so good~ i only made it an hour and a half :(

definitely don’t make fun of me for having a weak bladder or anything

looks like i’m gonna be doing a live hold, i’ve been drinking a lot of juice and i’m kinda feeling the urge~

need.

Psst I like getting hit in the face but u should punch me in the stomach when I least expect it so that I piss myself 🫣

-omo anon

Don't worry lil anon. I won't stop once I get going. I'd probably tie your arms behind your back (or the back of the chair) before sitting on your lap and alternating between slapping your face, punching the fuck out of it, pulling at your nipples, scratching your chest and punching your stomach to abuse that tiny little bladder.

It'd be so cute to see the tears running down your reddened cheeks as every punch makes you leak a little in your pants. If that's not enough for you and me, should I sit on your bladder and push all of my weight on it? Make you sob and piss yourself uncontrollably till your tear ducts and your bladder are completely drained? What do you think?

i’m not a boy but i need to be spoken to and treated like this

society if i was keeping a dogboy who wasnt allowed to use the bathroom and i had to watch them piss themself naked on a towel. and they have to be encouraged to let it out bc theyre scared of me watching. cmon puppy. you know youre not allowed to use the toilet. youre lucky im not making you go outside. this is the most privacy youre getting. i know you cant hold it much longer. aww youre crying but thats not the fluid i wanna see come out of you pup. thats a good boy dont you feel so much better? whos my pretty puppy hm?

im really into the idea of brainwashing omo right now. like the idea of someone being manipulated into believing that for whatever reason, they cant pee. SO HAVE SOME PROMPTS

"no no, peeing is bad for you. that's why your body lets you hold so much! keep it all inside, okay? your body doesnt want to pee. let yourself fill up all the way to the brim, then keep holding. your body wants to hold it in."

"sorry, but youre just not allowed to pee anymore. ever again. what do you mean you cant hold it forever? of course you can, youre a grown up, arent you? just hold it. youre not going to pee yourself like a little kid, are you? adults can hold their pee."

"oh my, look at your tummy. look how far its sticking out! how much did you drink? youre so full! youre doing such a good job, your body is so happy. it loves to be full. its healthy to keep drinking. your body loves to be full."

"what do you mean you have to go? you dont pee anymore, remember? you dont need to pee. you dont need to pee at all. keep everything inside, you dont need to pee. youll never pee again. youll keep it all inside forever. youll never pee again."

"hold it right here - thats right, with your hand. keep it all inside, however you can. hold it so tight that nothing can ever get out. you dont need to pee, you dont want to pee, you want to keep it all inside."

"here, have another drink. you need to drink more. youre not full enough yet. what do you mean it hurts? youre just not understanding your body's signals right, that must be it. your body is happy! itll be even happier if you drink more! here, have another big sip, your body is so happy, its so full, dont let a single drop out. you need to keep it all inside."

"oh my, your bladder is so full. its rock hard! thats so great! youre holding so much in! good for you, doesnt it feel good? no...? you think it hurts? no no, that cant be right. maybe youll feel better if you drink some more. here, have another sip, itll help calm you down. your hands are shaking so badly. you really should relax a little. ah - careful, you need to keep it all inside, remember? peeing is bad for you! youre never going to pee again, right? forever?"

mmffghhdsfjks yes please i need this~

Really wish someone would pin me up against a wall while I'm bursting to pee and bully me till I piss myself😩

Situation for the past 2 days

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.

thinking about emergency makeshift toilets and how hot they are…

being trapped in a room and really needing to go. all of a sudden, it’s too much and they need to go NOW. they glance around as it starts coming out in their pants, before finding a bucket, pulling their pants down and sighing in relief as the hot liquid pours through and out them and hisses into the bucket. the splattering of their piss fills the room as they whine in relief. reality sinks in as their stream tapers off and they flush a dark red as they realise they just pissed in a bucket like an animal.

hot as fuck.

We neeeeed to talk more about omo & sounds… the lil grunts and whines as they lose control, the sound of their piss dribbling onto the hard floor as they wet… 🥰🥰🥰🥰

pee.

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.

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.

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

being forced to use puppy pads while the toilet is out of order , squirming desperately on the pads , shy bladder doing nothing but making my urge worse ..