Month: February 2017
Imagine having a full bladder, only wearing underwear and straddling someone’s torso. They’re holding you down and you’re squirming because you can’t cross your legs in this position. The make you move your hips back and forth, so you’re frotting against their abdomen and chest. You can’t hold it any longer, but they’re too strong for you and they just murmur things about how full you are, how they’re going to punish you if you pee all over them.
But you can’t you can’t, it’s too much and there’s pressure on your bladder, their fingers dig into your hips, your underwear’s rubbing against your crotch, everything is sensitive. You’re whining, tears in your eyes begging for release but they won’t let you go. They viciously push against your bladder and that’s it, you just leak all over them, thighs clenching around them to try to hold it but it’s not working.
You’re soaked, they’re soaked, and you’re looking down at the mess you’ve made, ashamed but oh so relieved. They gently pat your cheek before ordering you to go on all four so they can spank you properly for peeing on them.