My roommate is in the bathroom and I have been holding it for an hour... put a towel under me so I can let a little bit out at a time until he's done... it just keeps getting wetter

Hello, my name is Sylver, I live for adventure but my life is mostly ordinary. When I get an opportunity to go out and do something new I jump and that is what this story is all about. My friend called me and asked me if I wanted to go to a con out of state. Of course, I said heck yes. It was a 16-hour trip from where we were living to the location. We booked hotels and plotted our route. The drive was beautiful and scenic. My friend Stacy (name changed to protect identities) had a bit of a smaller bladder so naturally we stopped often. This is where the story takes place. On one of our quests to find a rest stop. I had skipped the last stop because it was crowded and I did not want to go through the drama. However now I needed to just as bad as her, and we were on the loneliest stretch of road ever. The gas stations we passed looked seedy (think bars on windows and or boards on others' trash all over...) and for 2 women, were out of the option! Well, time was starting to run out as both of us were desperately doing the customary dances and showing appease to the bladder gods who were quickly losing interest. We finally found a rest area a bit out of the way but still on the way on her phone that had ok enough bathrooms not too far away... When we finally arrived, there were a lot of heavy machinery and trucks there but the only thing on both of our minds was the oceans that sloshed barely contained between our thighs. Stumbling out of her Honda Civic like water balloons with legs, we wobbled earnestly toward the semblance of freedom. Triumphantly at last only thing that stood between us and a huge sigh of relief was a sign on the bathroom door that read "Closed for renovations" TUG... TUG... tugtugtugtugtugtugtug!!!! We had lost... "I can't make it back to the car much less another mile like this" Stacy cried! "What do we do I gotta pee like right NOW!!! I looked frantically for a suitable place because I wasn't about to make it 5 more min either. I saw Stacy's hand in her crotch and a wet spot not so subtly growing. I sat on the steps my fingers pressed into my wet leggings at this point as Stacy danced in pain. I was leaking so badly that I gave in and sat back against the stairs. kicking off my shoes and spread as wide as I could as the tsunami of ecstasy washed over my leggings and onto the steps below. I hit my limit and said fuck it! Stacy followed suit exploding right next to me with such force there was a legit river flowing into the planter. We sat there and moaned as the ocean levels across the globe rose 2 inches feeling proud of ourselves. Yeah, we pissed in our pants in a very public place but we did not care. As we went back to the car I saw another girl run up to the stairs dancing and then ultimately add to our puddle... We sat on towels until we got to our hotel that night (3 hours ahead) where we both sat in the tub and re-warmed our pants one more time laughing at what we had to do...

Story time from tonight!

I spent the evening with a friend. I was dressed cute and casual— pink knit short-shorts (with light grey panties underneath) and a white tank top.

Over the course of the evening, I had a large black iced coffee (like, 24oz), 30oz of diet coke, a cup of lemonade, and a regular water bottle. By around midnight, I started driving home. Before I got into the car, I knew that I had to pee but it wasn’t that bad. Maybe a 6/10. It’s a 30 minute drive to my house from hers and I wasn’t desperate to pee; I figured it’d just feel good to pee when I got home.

Oh my god, I overestimated my bladder. About half way through the ride, it got pretty bad! Still not desperate as in about to pee any second, but definitely full! Like, an 8/10. I tried everything not to think about it and just listen to music, but I was squirming a lot. If there had been any stores open between her place and mine, I would’ve used one of their bathrooms.

When I was just a few minutes from home, I stopped short because a dumbass squirrel ran right in front of my car. It was fine, luckily! So was I! But the sudden jump (and fear of hitting the damn thing) caused my bladder to bring its guard down for a second, and a brief, hot surge of piss hit my panties. Admittedly, it felt kind of good, like it took the edge off, but only for a little bit. That hot wet patch in my underwear was taunting me and I thought about how good it would’ve felt to just piss myself and let it all out. My bladder was beginning to feel incredibly heavy and I was acutely aware of each bump in the road. I didn’t actually want to piss in my car though, and I ended up having to put one hand over my urethra through my shorts while driving.

I got back home— my hand still between my legs— and got out of the car. I think a little bit leaked out when I stood up from the driver’s seat. My hands were shaking so much that it was hard to unlock my front door. But I got in and locked it behind me, flicked on the light, and tossed my purse on my couch. I was safe and home! I’d made it!

That thought, however, was super obviously a mistake because as soon as I felt proud for making it home, another hot surge of piss shot through my panties. It was an audible hiss and I felt the heat run down my hand and my thigh. I put my down my panties for a closer hold, took a moment to compose myself, and walked as quickly as I could to the bathroom, not daring to run because I didn’t want to spread my legs that far.

I stepped into the bathroom, turned on the light, and immediately heard a sharp hiss as pee ran through my fingers and my panties. I tried to stop it, (and even did for less than a second!) but the gravity of all the liquid I had to drink that night was stronger than my muscles could take. I ran into the shower, knowing that the toilet was just not going to be an option, and I pulled down my shorts and panties as the strongest piss I’ve ever taken shot out of me and onto the shower floor. I was shaking and crying a bit— somewhat out of embarrassment but really mainly out of the overwhelming relief. I sat down on the shower floor because my legs were weak. I moaned as the sharp pain in my bladder subsided.

After what felt like the longest pee (I didn’t even think I could pee for that long), my pussy was still throbbing. It took my less than a minute of just a few circles over my clit for me to cum. I sat there in shock for a few minutes, peed again, then showered and cleaned the floor.

I’m now still shaky, honestly. Im having a little snack and I’m just going to curl up under a blanket now.

Hello everyone! First time posting here. I’ve loved pee desperation for a while and is probably my top kink. Thought I’d share a story of mine.

I (24M) was taking a trip a couple weeks ago with my partner. We had two flights to to get to our destination and had a couple hour layover in between. Our first flight was early, so we had to leave our house super early in the morning around 4AM. The airport was 2 hours away. I had a vegan protein drink that was 12 oz that had about 60 mg of caffeine in it. I finished that halfway to the airport. Caffeine goes right through me, usually I have to pee about an hour after I drink something with caffeine. We got to the airport and parked, checked in, and were heading thru security. I didn’t have much with me in my backpack, but I had my 40 oz water bottle with me. I didn’t think about how much water was it in, I didn’t think it was that much. TSA flagged it and told me ditch the bottle and go on or drain the water and go back thru security. I decided to keep the bottle, and I had to go back to the start. I drained the bottle, it was only around 6 ounces of water inside, and then went thru security again. Made it to the gate and my partner wanted coffee. I was still feeling a little tired so we got coffee. I got a mocha, and it was 16 oz. After my coffee we were getting close to boarding, so I filled my water bottle fully and drank some. After boarding and take off I felt twinge of having to pee. I was confident I could make it to the next gate then I’d go pee. We landed a little early, but had to switch terminals. We took a rail tram to the terminal and that took about 15 minutes. We got to the gate and I for sure had to pee but it was really like a 6/10. I was feeling a little horny now so I decided to see how long I could hold it. While we waited I kept drinking out of my water bottle. I finished about 3/4 of it by the time we were boarding the next flight. When we stood up to board the urge to pee hit harder. I was at a 8/10, but this flight was under 45 minutes so I told myself I could wait. We boarded, and we were in exit seats so it was just us two. I was the closest seat to the aisle. We sat for about 20 minutes at the gate and we started to taxi to takeoff. Right when the taxi started I felt a jolt and was at a 9.5 out of 10. I rarely get this desperate and was starting to panic a little. I knew I wouldn’t be able to piss until we were up in the air. The seatbelt was pressing into my bladder, and I was getting hornier and hornier because this is just the type of situation I fantasize about. We got to cruising altitude and I felt a jolt again, my dick was hard and throbbing but I felt the piss trying to escape. I was holding as hard as I could. As soon as we could get up, a couple people went straight to the bathroom, so I knew I had to wait. As I was sitting there I was playing a game on my phone to try and distract myself, but it was hardly helping. My dick was hard but I was convinced I would have some leakage by the time I got to the bathroom but I was fighting hard to hold it. I looked back and saw only two people waiting. I decided to wait until they were out to go back to the bathroom. When I turned back, I felt a huge jolt and rush and a little piss dribbled out of my dick. I grabbed my crotch and rubbed it a little. Luckily it didn’t get past my underwear to my joggers. I decided I had to get up to rush to the bathroom and hope the other people were fast. As I got up and walked back it took all my strength to not grab my crotch and run to the bathroom. I walked back as calmly as I could, my dick throbbing as I walked to the bathroom. I was certain I was going to leak, or worse, lose control. As soon as I got back to the bathroom I felt a huge wave of piss come from my bladder so I threw open the door, locked it, and barely got my pants off before I started pissing. Some got in my underwear as the stream started, but I didn’t care. It was a forceful piss, spraying out of me like a hose, it felt so good coming out of me. I felt like I orgasming. I moaned a little and caught myself, thinking about how embarrassing that was I was moaning from taking a piss in an airplane bathroom. I pissed for what seemed like a couple of minutes, and finally it slowed to a trickle and then stopped. I forced a little more out just because I could. It felt so good and my bladder felt such relief and maybe even a little stretched. My dick was hard and throbbing, but I knew I couldn’t sort that out until later. I pulled up my underwear which had a wet spot on the front, but that turned me on so I didn’t try and dry it. I pulled my pants up, washed my hands, and went back to my seat. My partner was none the wiser that I had to piss that bad. It was such a hot moment for me, and I realized I gotta do holds more often.

Sorry for it being long, but thought I’d share! I think I’ll try to do desperation more and test my limits.

A couple of years ago I went camping with a couple of friends in the middle of the summer. It was the middle of the day and it was a crowded campground, so everyone was out sitting around, drinking, having a good time. We were drinking a lot of alcohol and so naturally were getting up to use the bathroom pretty regularly (there was a public restroom in the middle of the campground not far from our site).

So at some point I (25f at the time) was pretty drunk and had to pee pretty badly. So I got up to walk to the bathroom, thinking I shouldn’t have waited so long but it was a short walk so no big deal. But when I get there, I see that they’ve closed the restrooms for cleaning for an entire hour (and this was at the height of COVID so they meant it). I immediately panicked and looked around—there were people around everywhere, and there was nowhere immediately in sight that I could pee without being seen. But I knew I needed to find somewhere to go fast if I wanted to avoid a very embarrassing public accident.

So I got on one of the hiking trails and started walking, trying not to make it too obvious that I was desperate to pee. It was everything I could do not to hold myself and dance around. There were people on the hiking trail but not as many, so I waited until there was no one immediately around me and hurried off the trail to a tree, where I yanked off my shorts and squatted down and breathed a sigh of relief as I finally got to pee. I wasn’t very far off the trail and it’s possible someone saw me but I didn’t care; I was so close to pissing myself. I went for probably a full minute. I couldn’t help but be a little turned on by how close a call it was and how I needed to frantically find somewhere to pee in public. I kind of hope someone saw me 😏

Hello friends! At this point it’s been a few months since my last desparation attempt. I mentioned in previous posts that I would not be doing them very often as I do not want to see any health issues from it, but also life gets busy and I forget about the idea. A few weeks ago I stumbled across a comment that mentioned the “rapid desperation” method, which is something you can try to avoid the “full” feeling. In my personal experience of the hobby, I’m not a fan of the full feeling in my stomach. It is what turns me off from doing it more often as it makes me feel sluggish and even harder to hold. I understand that this is a pro more than a con to a lot of people as they like that feeling of losing that fullness upon release. So either way, after researching some of the rapid desperation method, I figured I’d give it a try and log my experience real time!

12:30pm: I decided to start my rapid desperation attempt. I remembered quite late into the day and would have preferred to have started earlier in the morning, but I’m going to give it a try with the time I have. I have set my holding time to start at 3:30pm. So that means I’ll be having 12 ounces for this hour. I decided to have a late breakfast at this point as well, which means I’ll be having something to drink (water) whilst eating too. Not much feeling really. Just like having a regular glass of water. I am allowed to relieve myself whenever I feel like it up until I’m holding.

1:30pm: I made a cup of coffee with my breakfast, but since it was hot I was letting it cool during my breakfast as I had water to accompany it. At this point I have had my second cup of 12 ounces and tried to drink my coffee (10 ounces) pretty quickly for me as I usually sip it. I am relieving myself once an hour or as often as the need arises. I had some pastry to accompany my coffee as I scrolled through the internet. Nothing really to report so this may seem boring until the part of holding where I am told things get intense.

2:30pm: I have finished my coffee and am now just working through some stuff on my computer. I enjoy the fact that I don’t feel too full (I do drink the 12 ounces at the beginning of the hour). I have relieved myself and saw that I’m basically clear almost at this point. I cannot be sure this was a long enough allotted time to attempt this. The description I read stated that I only needed 2 hours minimum to let the science-y stuff do its job before holding. If it does not, I will try again next week possibly on my next time off where I hopefully start earlier! I do take drinks of my 34 ounce bottle here and there but more in a normal manner I would do throughout the day than in an attempt to fill myself.

At this point the challenge changes. I am to drink 12 ounces every 15 minutes until my holding time at 3:30pm. I believe I can still relieve myself for this hour as well.

2:45pm: I had my 12 ounces and relieved myself afterwards. I have made an electrolyte mix for my next 12 ounces to help regain some salt and a bag of potato chips as well. After doing so I look at the clock and see that I already have to take another 12 ounces in less than 10 minutes. Though I don’t feel as full as I would if I was holding it since 12:30 I still feel somewhat full.

3:00pm: I just had my 12 ounces with the electrolyte powder mixed in. It helped make it go down a bit easier as the taste of plain water was getting rough for a second. I have relieved myself twice since 2:30 now. I have clear pee at this point for sure and that’s how I am told I should be ready. I was doubting this method but it’s starting to feel possible. 2 more glasses before holding and I can no longer relieve myself.

3:15pm: I have finished my electrolyte infused water with these 12 ounces. I have one more and my holding begins. I am starting to be nervous/excited about it as I have felt the urge to pee before the 15 minute mark since raising the frequency of drinking and the amount of typos I’m correcting has increased. Lol

3:30pm: I have taken my 12 ounces and at this point, my holding has begun. I am curious to see how it goes. While the urge to pee is frequent, I don’t feel full or like I can’t focus yet. I have prepared my path to the bathroom and shower just in case I do reach the point of no return. Intensity level: 3 or 4.

I’ve had a fleeting thought of “oh I have to pee, I’ll just go to the bathroom”. I realize I cannot at this point. This may be when reality sits in on what I’ve started.

3:45pm: the build-up is there. I’m starting to feel the effects of fullness. Movements feel a bit slow and the slight discomfort down below is building rather quickly for just starting to hold. I am flexing my kegel muscles more often in reflex. Not because I think I’ll pee yet, but to help the discomfort

I would really like to pee at this point. But more like a voluntary decision, not an uncontrollable one. I am going to line the floor with towels in case I don’t make it. Focus is wavering. Intensity 6.

4:00pm: At this point the 12 ounces feel like they are coming sooner than later and the excitement is wavering because I know the need to pee will increase. I have started shaking my legs pretty regularly. The idea of release sounds amazing right now. To just let it flow out and be free of what feels like almost torture at this point. It is manageable still but I am weary with how the next 15 minutes will proceed. Intensity level: 7. Stretching makes the feeling more noticeable to the point where I don’t want to move, but then I think about the idea of releasing and the urge increases. At this point I feel like I’m constantly flexing to avoid discomfort.

I need to pee. There is no denying it. I can still hold out, but I’m flexing my muscles on and off to help and even starting to pinch my nether regions to help relieve pressure. No leaks, but if I could to relieve pressure I would

The fleeting thought of I could let go right now is so strong. I could relax and it would flood out of me and I would be done with this feeling. But I want to see. I want to be good and see how far I can take it.It feels *right* there on the edge. Moved up to a 9 almost.

4:15pm: AT t his point I have said fuck at the strike of the mark. I was not readyh to drunk. I will be moving to the bathroom as I cannot be certain I will make it to another 15 minute markw without accident or reliease. I cannot type to save my life right now lol and need distraction

4:30pm (post release):I made it to the hour mark. I was almost upset to know I had to drink more but did what I needed to do. I had to move to the bathroom in hopes a sweet release would come sooner and I was prepared to clean. What I thought was a 9 before was not a 9 at all. The urges came in waves of desperation and ultimate discomfort. I roamed around my house like a lost soul looking for some type of distraction. I resorted to pacing between my bathroom and front door where I peered through like an elderly person wondering who is on their lawn. Seconds felt like minutes almost comparable to the feeling of doing a plank in gym class.

I’ve tried to distract myself with internet videos which worked slightly but I am now leaking slightly with every flex of my muscles. A small wet spot is beginning to form at the crotch of my underwear. The small drips give a minor sense of comfort before the wave of torture arise. 7 minutes in and I knew I had to let it happen. The discomfort was too much. I moved to the shower and took a deep breath. The leaking never ceased but I slowly allowed myself to relax.

It did not take long at all. Almost instantaneously I lost the will to hold and the gates opened. There was no stopping as the clear liquid of relief soaked into my underwear and down my thighs. The sound of it flowing into the drain was music to my ears. It felt so long as I submitted myself to total defeat and it never felt better. My relief went on for what felt like minutes. The liquid warmth was almost orgasmic and it dawned on me while I was struggling to hold it I knew it was turning me on. I allowed myself to be taken over, only being able to stop for a few seconds to adjust myself before the river flowed again.

Finally, the rush died, and the main event was over. But that did not stop the mini releases afterwards. I removed my soaked underwear and rung them out, releasing all the trapped liquid onto my feet below. I rinsed off and felt ready to proceed with my day.

Bonus:

5:45pm: I have since done my release and was having a normal conversation on the phone when I felt what I imagine was a second wave coming. I was not in a position to just go to the bathroom, however the build-up was coming and not slowing down. Soon I was shifting in my seat again and the discomfort was immediate within my loins. I knew I wasn’t going to make it to the end of the phone call. I had to take drastic measures. I grabbed an empty water bottle I had and muted the call, allowing the other person to carry the conversation as I began to let out a release that felt more forceful than the original. I watched the bottle fill with my clear liquid before quickly realizing the one bottle was not going to be enough. I was able to stop mid flow for a small second to switch to a new container. I watched it fill as the conversation on the phone continued. Overall, it was easily a 16-ounce bottle and a half in one go.

Overall thoughts: The Rapid desperation method surprised me. My previous other attempts were not as intense at all and overall felt like a more authentic loss of control, though I still say not 100%. For me that would be total loss of control and unable to move from the spot once started. Though for me I believe that is a mental game. Would I do it again? Yes. I think one more hour of the prep period would have been long enough for me to possibly lose control, but I will not be attempting again for some time. I personally can’t say I recommend doing it every time. Though the feeling of only feeling full for the last hour or so was better imo than basically after the first hour of holding in a normal “hold from the start” attempt. Still allowed me to be productive in my day to day with only having to worry about drinking once per hour and not much. Do your due diligence and research the method and listen to your body. If the discomfort becomes too much compared to holding. Let the release happen. Don’t risk health complications over an instance of euphoria. Like mentioned above there are residual needs to go where the urge is stronger than it would be to need to pee on a daily basis. There was another instance of knowing I couldn’t hold long after the bonus entry. So if you are not near a bathroom after the fact for some time, I would not recommend this either. Lol This became my decision at the end, but I think that’s every attempters decision towards the end. Sorry the post is so long! Hope someone enjoyed my real time log/account!

A bit of background: I was planning a hold for a lazy Saturday, and started off by filling up my 26 oz water bottle. My goal was to just continually drink water until I was physically unable to keep all of the liquid in my bladder. I planned to prep for the hold by drinking at least three full water bottles, one every 30 minutes.
The hold begins: I quickly drank the first bottle in the allotted time, and refilled. The first one didn't do much in terms of needing to pee, but I was excited for the feeling to start setting in. A few minutes went by and it was time to drink the second. I drank the second over a ten minute span, and by the time I had finished, I could feel the liquid starting to make its way to my bladder. Nothing urgent yet, but knew it would only get worse from here. My timer went off, reminding me that it was time for yet another refill. I filled up again and started to get to work. Took about 15 minutes to drink the rest, but got it done. I now had consumed 78 oz of water, and my bladder was filling up much quicker given the speed at which I was drinking. That being said, I intended to keep drinking, so I filled it up again ;)
As I began drinking my fourth bottle of water, the urge was very noticeable, and sitting still was becoming nearly impossible. I turned on my PlayStation to hopefully take my mind off my ever increasing need to pee. It was doable at first, and I was able to keep both hands on the controller with no real problems. Every now and then, I'd stop to take a sip of my water. Each sip was harder than the last, as it felt like it was directly pouring into my full bladder. After about 30 minutes, I had finished the fourth bottle, and my throbbing bladder was struggling to expand any further.
At this point, all I could think about was my need to pee. The desperation was really setting in, and squirming was a necessity. My bladder was rock solid, bulging out from my waistband. It felt so heavy and full of pee. I had been sitting down for almost an hour, and the moment I stood up to get more water, a huge wave of desperation hit me, forcing me to double over in pain. My hand shot down to hold myself, and I stood there for a few seconds taking deep breaths and doing everything I could to make it through the wave. It started to pass enough for me to walk to the kitchen to refill my water. I knew it would be unlikely I'd make it through a fifth water bottle, but hey, why not give it a shot.
The next 20 minutes were agony, and I was unable to do anything to take my mind off my bursting bladder. I had to pee so incredibly badly. I managed to get a few sips of my water down, but was really struggling. I was pacing around my apartment, taking small steps to avoid shockwaves from hitting my bladder. It was at this point I knew I didn't have much time left before I absolutely exploded, but I was determined to going as long as I could. I wanted to challenge myself, so I decided I'd take a little walk and run the trash out to the dumpster. I had to take a few minutes to compose myself as I was bouncing around like a mad man. I was genuinely shocked my underwear were still dry, but wasn't sure that would be the case for long. I picked up the trash and prepared for the walk down two flights of stairs to the back dumpster.
I had to walk very slowly down the hallway and was just praying no one would be around to see me in this state. I arrived at the stairs and prepared for the challenge. Each step sent a jolt of pain through my entire body, and by the bottom, my body was screaming for relief. As I made it to the dumpster and reached up to open in, the first leak made its way out. I dropped the trash bag and squeezed my throbbing cock as I felt the small spurt soak into my boxers. I was doing everything in my power to keep the rest in, and started to panic that I would lose it all right here. I frantically searched for a secluded place to pee just in case. Unfortunately this place did not exist. I had to just get back to my apartment as soon as possible. I was starting to lose control.
My body was starting to shake from the strain of clenching my muscles. Every moment felt like I was going to leak more. I had my left hand tightly wrapped around my cock, forcing any leaks to stay inside while I managed to get the trash in the dumpster. I was besides myself. I could feel my muscles weakening, and the pee pressing up against my urethra. I was dying to go. I debated about running back to my apartment, but knew if I did that, I'd leave a trail of pee behind me. I slowly made my way back up the stairs, stopping frequently to double over. The only remaining obstacle now was unlocking my door. I could barely stand up straight. I fumbled with my key for what felt like hours, the agonizing need to pee evident with every heartbeat. I was on the brink of exploding. As I got the key in, another spurt shot out of me, now creating a very noticeable stain on my dark grey pants. I squeezed and bounced and anything else I could possibly do to prolong the inevitable. Got the door open and jumped inside.
My mind was spinning. I didn't know what to do or where to go. I just knew I was beyond desperate and my bladder was about to pop. I just stood in my entry way, hunched over, hands in crotch, groaning loudly. I wasn't sure if I could even move. All I could think to do was get my pants off so I didn't have a full on accident. I'd figure out the rest from there. It was at the point where I felt like I was holding as hard as I could, but even that wasn't enough. Small drips were constantly coming out. My cock was trembling. My vision was blurry I had to go so badly. I was shaking violently and had to make a decision. I didn't think I could make it to the bathroom in time. I saw the kitchen sink out of the corner of my eye. I squeezed myself as hard as I possibly could and made a dash across my apartment.
My muscles basically weren't doing anything at this point, the only thing keeping it in was my hand. My bladder was on fire, but I realized I made a small miscalculation. The sink was too high for me to just stand on the ground and pee in, I either had to get up on the counter, or figure out something else. I didn't have time. I had to go so badly and it was about to happen. Without thinking further I jumped up on the counter, a huge spurt of pee spraying out of me. I grabbed myself again to prevent any more from coming out while I got in position. I sat down on the counter, legs on either side of the sink, and the second I took my hands away, I unleashed the most powerful torrent of pee in my life. AHHHHHHHHHH - the relief of feeling the pee rush out was orgasmic, spraying all over the sink. I cannot even explain the euphoric feeling as the pee poured out of me. It was so loud against the side of the sink, and my moans of relief were even more audible. I peed for what felt like forever. I finally concluded and just sat there in ecstasy. I felt so much lighter, yet so weak after that grueling battle.
I'd consider that a successful hold, and a great way to spend a Saturday. Now as I'm writing this, I'm drinking my second water bottle, with the urge starting to become evident ;)
As always, hope you enjoyed my experience, and happy holding!!

I have always had a thing for piss. The hot liquid, the feeling, all of it. With that said, NOTHING turned me on more than the thought of a woman struggling to hold it in before losing control and wetting her panties. I never quite understood why, but something about that was sexy in a manner that I couldn't even describe.

My girlfriend thought that was... gross. For lack of a better term. She didn't understand the appeal in that and found it frankly strange that I would be into that. However, no harm no foul and we just never really ventured into it. Until one day...

It was Halloween and we had gone 2 hours up the road to a neighboring city to celebrate. After hanging out all day, it was getting late and she whispered in my ear that the sooner we got home, the sooner we could fuck. Of course, this is music to my ears so we got back on the interstate and began the drive home. Around 10 minutes from home, she began squirming in her seat and groaning slightly.

Somewhat concerned (she sometimes would get carsick) I asked if she was okay. "Yeah yeah.. I just really have to pee right now" she said as she struggled to get comfortable. She unbuttoned her jeans to take pressure off of her bladder and it revealed a sexy pair of black panties.. my favorites on her and ones that always get us in a sexy mood.

Absolutely throbbing from the panties and the eroticism of knowing she needed to piss, I looked at her with a slight smirk and slid my right hand over and into her jeans, letting it come to rest against her panty covered cunt before applying light pressure. "Oh that's definitely uncomfortable.. here let me help you hold it", I said with a sly grin as I looked at her.

"Babe what are you doing you know I'm not into watersp... ohhhhhhh godddd" she groaned as my hand pressed against her panties. "Fuck that's.... different" she said as she squirmed against my hand.

"Want me to take it off?" I ask inquisitively. She closes her eyes and bites her lip. "Uhhhhh... I.. I don't know..." as she pressed her hand against mine and held it tighter against her panties. "It's just... ughhhhh".

"Hmm.. well tell me once you want me to move it", I said before I move my fingers slightly up and begin massaging her clit through the panties. "FUCKKKKK" she hissed as she spread her legs wider, closing her eyes and moaning. "God it feels so wrong to be enjoying this pee is gross and I don't want to ruin your seat!!!"

"Well good thing for you we're home", I say. I remove my hand but not before pressing on her bladder. "Go to the bathroom and let's fuck after", I say as we go inside. After we get in, she goes to the bathroom and closes the door, but only a few seconds later opens it in just her panties and sheepishly looks at me.

"Actually I uh... I don't wanna piss.. I'm enjoying this too much". She says. "Oh really now?" I ask as I walk over to her, once again sliding my hand against her panties. "Why did you think I was weird for liking it then?" By this point, her panties were beginning to get soaked with her arousal and her losing battle against her bladder.

"Because it's gross but god it feels so different and I want more.." She moaned. I begin rubbing her clit faster while my other hand pushes against her bladder. She begins to breathe faster and begins shaking. "UGH fuck fuck AAAHHHH", she lets out a nearly inhuman scream of pure lust as she finally loses her battle and piss explodes from her, instantly soaking her panties and pouring down her legs as a pool forms at her feet. She finally composes herself.

"Seems like you're my piss slut now" I say. "Please yes.. please please please.. I have never felt this good before.."

"Good!" I look at her with a smile before pulling her into a deep kiss.

“Uggghhhhhhh” - another moan escapes her lips as my tongue hungrily explores her mouth, her knees weak as I slide my hand inside her dripping panties and begin playing with her soaked clit.

“Fuck..” she whispers as I continue to tease her. “I drank so much that I’m already starting to feel like I need to go again”

I stop kissing her and move my hand up to her chin, moving it to where she is staring up, directly into my eyes.

“Well, you’re not, because I said so. I push her onto the bed and pull down her panties. “You’re going to sit on my face while I taste you”, I say.

“What.. are you serious?” she stammers, turning bright red. “Absolutely. Now Get on my face”. I lay down on the bed and she positions herself on top of me, her cunt directly over my lips.

“OH MY GOD!” she screams as I grab her legs and pull her onto me, my tongue hungrily tasting her cunt. “BABE.. FUCK” I hear as her hips begin to gyrate. My hands pull down on her legs even more as I feel my cock throb and become as rock hard as it ever has. She notices it too, as she leans over and slides my underwear down. My heart skips a beat as I feel a warm wetness encase it, her tongue sliding up and down my shaft as my hands grab her ass and spread it apart and pull down, forcing her deeper onto me.

I feel my cock tighten even more in her mouth and know what’s about to happen. I clench as hard as I can and try to delay it, but this blowjob is far and away the best one I’ve ever gotten and I know I’m going to cum. I begin to rock my hips as well as the pleasure begins to build, and a moan escapes me as I keep hungrily eating her out.

It continues to build and build, and the pleasure is so overwhelming I grab her ass and pull her down onto me with even more force. I hear a muffled scream and her body begins to shake as a thunderous orgasm overtakes her and she once again loses control of her bladder, exploding in piss all over my face. This is too much for me, and I feel my cock explode as massive jets of cum rupture into her mouth, which is still wrapped around it. Hot piss has filled my mouth and soaked every part of my face and chest, and I eagerly swallow it all.

“Fuck.. fuck fuck fuck fuck” she repeatedly says, still laying on top of me in the puddle of our liquids the night has created.

She finally rolls off of me and collapses next to me onto the bed. “That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done”, she moans. “But that was so unbelievably hot. Every time I fuck now I’m going to be thinking about this”, she mutters. She falls off to sleep, not even recognizing the piss soaked sheets we’re laying in.

And that is how a brand new piss slut was created..

Misjudged how long I could hold.

Good job I'm home alone.

Anyone else shot too close and missed?

A small snippet of desperation

“I know, they look great on me, and they were nearly 50% off, so I bought two!” Jane grinned as lied then swivelled slightly on the balls of her bare toes on the tiles showing them off. They fitted her slim figure like a glove. There was just enough elastic on the waist to stretch, it was not fun if they were too tight. Just what she wanted.

Martin smiled and nodded with approval. “They do look good on you, great find.”

When he had been the in shower, she had purposely skipped using the toilet and had already quickly drunk one mug of coffee and a gulped down a large glass of orange juice. Sitting there at breakfast she was halfway through her second mug of coffee as he hurriedly chewed on his toast. The taxi was coming soon. It needed to if he was going to catch his train. The race was on between his lift and her now bloated bladder.

Jane was as ever enjoying the building full sensation her soft stomach pressing hard against the waist band of her jeans. She felt bloated, all while still trying to enjoy her husband’s presence. Under the table she pressed and squeezed her legs together and tried not to bounce on her buttocks with desperate excitement, however nice it was having him here. She was now wishing her lovely husband would soon disappear. Her main concern was that she may have got her fluid consumption timings wrong again.

It had been four short weeks since his last trip.

Just only last week over the coffee with Sue they had discussed completely and utterly hypocritically that it was important during the winter period to try and stay dry. The waiting for warmth of summer dresses and potentially knickeress freedom. Rather than being wrapped in what seemed like hundreds of layers and desperately trying to stay warm.

They both agreed that the idea of being wet, and cold outside was just silly and completely unpractical as well as unpleasant. Sue was more concerned that since coming out as an actual smoker, she and her daughter were of an evening smoking far too much together. It was just too easy. Open pack, lighter and ashtray and relax. Even to Jane it was noticeable that Sue’s consumption had increased. She always had a cigarette between her fingers.

Jane was going to wait and her treat herself to her first cigarette at home in four weeks. The half a dozen or so that she had enjoyed freezing herself for a couple of hours outside the Starbucks with Sue a couple of weeks ago really in her mind did not count.

Smiling lovingly at her husband as he almost laboriously, painfully in slow motion chewed on his breakfast. She sat there as she felt the tingling feeling build quietly squeezed her thighs tighter together enjoying the moment as her crotch excitedly prickled. She was extremely desperate to wee. Just wishing she could put both her hands there and hold it. Prolong the pleasure as he noisily slurped it coffee, she relented, a little. With as subtle deep breath as possible, she squirted just the once before tightening her pelvic muscles. The urine shot into her equally festive and green thick cotton knickers. She bit her tongue and held in her yelp of pleasure that matched the jolt of hot fluid that suddenly flooded her knickers. It really needed to escape as she enjoyed the flow of wet warmth that suddenly trickled between her buttocks and had as it cooled it was momentarily ticklish. She nodded in appreciation as her focus returned to her husband’s face he wittered on. Her real focus was below the countertop contemplating if her trousers were still safe. Jane was now practiced, with one squirt she believed that there was no danger just yet. It was hopefully sitting there wicking and saturating the thick cotton gusset of knickers, and not yet really seeping out onto her inner thigh and onto the chair.

In her thick warm jeans, there was no chance it was obvious yet.

She blinked her eyes and again refocused her attention nodded lovingly at Martin as he went through checking he had everything yet again. She winced as tilted her head slightly as she felt a warm trickle escape her panties and coolly tickle as it slid slowly down her thigh. She hid her smile behind her large mug as she took an equally large gulp of coffee, just as to top up and replace that little lost squirt.

Jane nodded and made loving a polite conversation. Her mind drifting to the soggy cooling feeling in her gusset. Until finally the taxi honked its horn. It was early. All panic again broke loose, they were a whirling dervish of more hugs, kisses, and checking of the check lists. Jane was trying to keep her thighs firmly squished together. Then Martin was in his warm hat and coat he headed out the door dragging his overnight bag behind him.

The door was firmly shut.

There then was moment of silence.

Standing there all Jane could hear was her heavy breathing and her much louder heartbeat thumping within her ribcage with excitement, it was almost in syncopation with the kitchen and lounge clocks that loudly ticked away that she was surrounded by silence.

Jane sighed. She with a deep breath she instinctively squeezed her thighs together. She thought about pushing her hand hard in her crotch, to squeeze hard pressure against her urethra to delay the moment. Just to continue the delightful feeling. With her thighs firmly clamped together and slowly turning her hips and smiling whilst waving out the window as her husband’s taxi finally disappeared out of site, she threw her head back with a loud gasp and smiled.

She stood there for what felt like eternity, squishing her thighs tighter and tighter together for what was the full five minutes she gave herself making sure that he was not going to return having forgotten something.

With a sigh and then breaking the silence the hissing was quiet at first as her urine trickled into her knickers saturating the gusset yet again. The noise slowly grew louder as her bladder, as with a slight movement of her tensing stomach muscles her warm pee descended from her crotch with a torrent. Her urine gushed through her jeans and cascaded down her thighs as for Jane her bladder far too rapidly emptied. There was no more squirting, it was just pure pleasurable thunderous release. As the fluid poured out it cascaded into her crotch and then tracked along her knicker elastic under her pert buttocks and then down the back of her thighs. Briefly jetting through the seam of the crotch as the delta filled in her upper thigh to the knees before it continued flowing down her legs. It was turning the light pinkish red jeans dark an even more perfect Christmassy burgundy red.

I'm out at a store with my dom. We've discussed the kink but made no plans yet. I mention that I'll be right back. He stops me. Where are you going? Just gotta take a piss. See you in a sec. His arm holds me back by the abdomen, he looks me in the eye and says "not yet" authoritatively. My breathing quickens as I realize what is happening. We finish our shopping and get in the car. I wiggle around in my seat as he breaks quickly at every light. He moves my hand away from my crotch. I'm too embarrassed by how much I'm enjoying this to even respond in words. I assume I'll be allowed the toilet when we get home but he asks: aren't you gonna help me carry this? We lift multiple heavy items out of the car and I'm worried what will happen.

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Okay, I really need to go now. He tells me he knows but I need to learn to wait. The same way he taught me to wait to cum by edging me relentlessly, he was going to teach me, not to run to the toilet without permission. And especially not to lose control. Or I'd have more coming to me.

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Truthfully I waited a bit too long to begin with and this was not going well. I feel droplets trickling out as he pushes me against the wall. He sees my face fill with pleasure and agony. I'm begging and he puts his hand against my crotch. "Is that better?" Groaning, "I don't know", I reply. He teases letting off pressure a few times. My legs are shaking and I'm realizing it's no use. I cross them and he stands back and watches me. As he walks away, I glance at the bathroom door. There's a lock on it. He comes back holding a beer. "Is... is that for me?" He pinches my nipple and holds the cold glass bottle against my strained abdomen. I moan as chills come over me.

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"I know you already leaked quite a lot. You were supposed to wait." He pushes my legs apart to reveal a growing patch. "This is your punishment". He hands me the beer. I shake my head. He won't let up. I drink it knowing I have no choice. Immediately I am overwhelmed by desperation. All I can do is say please over and over. I waddle and squirm toward the bathroom helplessly as I remember there's a lock. Spurts are going down my legs. He pulls out a key ring. "Okay, I've tortured you enough". He pretends to search for the key knowing I don't have another 10 seconds. Looking right into his eyes I feel warmth overcome me... uh oh

Been playing around with holding since finding this sub-reddit. I've always enjoyed pee and piss play and this seemed like a fun way to extend the play out. I've really found I enjoy the process of holding now. I've always been good at holding for long periods of time, I have anxiety when it comes to public restrooms, so holding until I get home has given me lots of practice.

Anyways, today is a day where I exercise and drink a water bottle with a vitamin tablet during my warm up. Two water bottles during my exercise, and afterwards a thinned out protein shake. After that I had lunch with a sugar free red bull. I laid down for an afternoon nap, I already had to go but just wanted to get a quick nap in. I woke to my bladder absolutely screaming at me to get up and go, I was comfortable and didn't really want to get up. Instead I got on Reddit and started enjoying myself to some adult content, this felt absolutely deliciously agonizing. I stepped it a bit further by finding a water sounds video on YouTube to listen to in the background, I was beside myself, I really couldn't believe that I pushed myself so far. After getting some edges in I could feel myself losing the battle. Little dribbles leaked out that I lapped up. I figured this was about my limit and went to the bathroom, the release was an amazing feeling, I loved it.

I'm going to be looking forward to doing this every exercise day since I'm so hydrated. And putting on the water sounds will be something I now regularly do when I'm holding. I love the sweet sweet feeling of torturing myself and definitely want to do this more.

After lurking on all of these subreddits for years, I've finally taken the plunge and tried it for myself!

I started my preparation last night - I drank a half liter of water before bed, and didn’t use the bathroom after that. Waking up I could feel the pressure of a fairly full bladder, and when I first got out of bed I felt a surge of desperation - probably up to about a 4/10. I always use the bathroom immediately after waking up, so denying that habitual release only added to the fun. After squeezing my legs together to help tamp down on the urge, I went about my morning as usual.

Over the course of about an hour I drank another liter of water and a large cup of tea - I'd seen other users talk about how caffeine affects them, and honestly I was getting a little tired of plain water! I also put on a pair of old light blue jeans, something I knew would show my inevitable release very well. I tried my best to go about business as usual, doing little chores and playing on my phone, but all the while I could feel my bladder slowly filling up. I wasn't anywhere near the point of an accident, but every move I made seemed to jostle the liquid inside me.

Eventually I began prepping the bathroom - towels for the floor, taking the shower curtain out of the tub so I wouldn't accidentally splash it, etc. All the while I kept eyeing the toilet, knowing it would be so easy to give in and just let go early. A couple of times I went as far as lifting the lid, just to see if it would trigger my muscle memory, and it did. Each time, I could feel a spike of desperation, like my body knew this routine on its own. Once I even stood in front of the toilet, legs spread like they usually would be, and purposefully relaxed just a little. I quickly had to grab myself, however, because it would've been just too easy to let my bladder give in.

Once I'd reached a fairly decent 7/10, I began doing some gentle stretching to tease myself. Forward folds, squats, downward dog - anything that would put pressure on my bladder or force my legs to stay open. On more than one occasion I felt the need to grab myself, though I hadn't reached the point of leaking.

I kept giving myself little time limits - first an hour, than half an hour, then 10 minutes, all in an attempt to stave off the inevitable. Finally, I knew I couldn't wait any longer, and I headed for the bathroom. In my rush, I almost forgot to detach my insulin pump like I'd planned, and there was a moment standing at the bathroom counter where I was fumbling with the catch one-handed while gripping myself with the other hand.

Once I finally managed to take it off I almost launched myself at the bathtub, and my quick movement forced a small leak. I lifted my leg over the side of the tub, gripping myself with both hands, and felt another small rivulet leak out. I bent over, squeezing my legs together while holding back the rest, and simply stood there panting and cursing trying to keep from letting everything loose.

Eventually I couldn't take the pressure in my bladder any longer, and I began letting a few small spurts out. At first it wasn't enough to even show up on my jeans, but after attempting one single bigger leak I couldn't hold it any longer. With a whispered "oh, fuck", it began to stream out of me - at first a small trickle down one leg, then down the other, before finally in a gush it began to flood my jeans. Tears pricked my eyes as the relief washed through me, the aching of my bladder beginning to subside as pulse after pulse of hot piss poured out of me. I had to grip the edge of the tub, almost shaking with pleasure at the feeling of warm wet denim against my skin.

I was surprised that unlike purposeful peeing where it's all one consistent stream, this seemed to ebb and flow - sometimes a small rivulet, other times a large gush! I also had several small "aftershocks", where I'd think I was done but my bladder had another small jet to release. I took a shower right after this, and for the first couple minutes I'd get hit with another wave of desperation that culminated in a last few dribbles before I was actually completely empty.

So that was my first attempt at desperation and wetting! I absolutely plan to do this again, but with a couple changes to my method. I also want to try an all-day desperation and wetting when I know I'll have the house to myself, instead of just a single desperation. Hopefully I'll get to try it soon, and I'll be sure to share the results if I do!

Thanks y'all ♡