hey friends, wanted to put some words out in the universe that sometimes i need to hear myself
you aren’t gross for liking something that most people consider “gross” or “weird”. it is okay to enjoy things that other people don’t understand, even things people reflexively make fun of. as long as you are being as hygenic as possible, cleaning up after yourself and not doing anything to risk your health, making sure to take breaks from it and stay hydrated between holds, and making sure to never include non-consenting parties in your kinky shenanigans – you’re fine.
if you’ve had to hide your interests from partners out of fear, awkwardly deflect conversations with friends, or heard people you look up to make off-handed remarks – you’re not alone.
no one fully 100% understands where kinks come from, but what we do know is we don’t choose which ones we get, and as long as all parties involved are consenting, happy and healthy: you aren’t doing anything wrong.
please don’t hate yourself over the things you love. be kind to yourself, even when other people aren’t. yes I’m getting sappy on my pee blog, because being “weird” can be really hard on the old mental health at times and i hope all of y’all don’t think any less of yourselves because of this stuff. peace out 💛
Does anyone have good vids w this?
anyone find it so hot when two men r fuckjng and the bottom starts uncontrollably pissing? reblog if yes
i’ve said it once and i’ll say it a million more
i LOVE the idea of being unpotty-trained 🩷🩷 the idea of letting someone be completely in control of my bladder and my liquid intake, maybe taking me in public and not letting me wear a diaper, making me so desperate that i leak or completely wet myself🩷🩷
couldn't get the buttons undone
This is so cute, titty kisses
Or pissing yourself right as you stand up 🩷
I want to be tied up on a chair and left alone and forced to piss myself all day
You'd be watching on the cameras as at first, I try to hold it, but my arms and legs are tied so I can't close them
I'd be grinding into the chair, wearing jeans. The feeling of them tight against me would make it harder to hold. I'd start leaking, and it would be incredibly obvious while I kept trying to hold it. Eventually, I'd start wetting myself, piss pouring out of me as I slump down.
It would be hours before you'd come and collect me. You'd take off my jeans and underwear and clean me up, but not untie me. You'd put me in new underwear and a skirt, and untie just my arms, so you can see when I leak in my skirt.
You'd refill me with water and sit and watch as I lose control. Maybe you'd watch shit on your phone, playing river noises or people pissing themselves. It would be too hard for me to hold, and I'd start leaking, pushing my skirt between my legs. The wet patch would be so obvious, but it would also be my breaking point, wetting myself all over again.
At night, you'd tie me up on a plastic potty, saying I can go whenever I want, but I can't fill the potty till it overflows. You gag me with a dildo that has a little hole and hook me up to water so I can drink through the night to stay full.
You'd go to bed, but I would be up all night, squirming to not piss in the potty and wait until morning to use the big potty. I wouldn't be able to, and I'd piss in the plastic potty. Maybe I would be able to keep it from overflowing, maybe I'd overflow it because there would be so much in my bladder.
Wow. Damn, that's amazing
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“Doctor? Your next patient is here.”
Chase turns to give his nurse a quick nod and a smile of thanks, hoping that she can’t see through his act and start asking about what’s really going on. “Thank you, Laura,” he says evenly, keeping his tone casual. “Will you go and bring her back here if she’s ready?”
“Of course,” Laura agrees, smiling back as she turns on her heel and lets the door click shut behind her. Chase waits a few seconds, frozen tensely in place, then lets out a long sigh from between his teeth, pressing his legs together at the thighs. Immediately, he feels better, although he knows it’s only a matter of time before he needs to move around normally again.
He’s been at the office since seven in the morning, having had to come in earlier in the day to meet with a new patient and earn some extra money for a big date he has planned, and he’d downed a couple coffees before his first meeting in order to be awake and alert for his new patient’s sake. He’d been busy helping his patients with paperwork during the time he’d usually go about taking his break, and his next appointment had checked in just as he’d finished with his last (and finished yet another coffee at the same time). After that, the rest of the day had gone by in a whirlwind of activity, and though he had drank five out of his recommended eight cups of water that day, he still hasn’t had a chance to use the bathroom since he’d woken up that morning.
It’s four in the afternoon now. And his last patient is waiting for him still.
With another sigh, he shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyeing the door to make sure nobody walks in on him shimmying around in desperation. He may need to go worse than he has in quite a long time, but he prioritizes his professionalism above all else, even including his own personal comfort, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it through his last appointment with his composure intact and his patient helped out in a timely manner.
Still, his bladder feels much too full, probably unhealthily so. Definitely enough to make him uncomfortable, and he is always telling his patients to listen to their bodies. As a doctor, he knows that holding in one’s urine is a bad idea, especially to the point where it might start to hurt. Luckily, he hasn’t reached that point yet–sure, there’s a constant aching in his abdominal area, but there haven’t been any sharp, shooting pains yet. It may not be the smartest option on his behalf, but he resolves to hold it until he’s off the clock in just under an hour. With the way things were progressing before, he should be able to make it through his final appointment before he reaches dire stages of desperation.
Speaking of his final appointment, the door creaks open and the nurse holds it in place while a soft, beautiful, and familiar face appears from the other side, framed by long, brown hair that falls in waves soft as the ocean. His girlfriend, Sophie, steps into the room with a smile, and he feels his own face light up when he sees her, his other problems fading to the back of his mind. He really can’t help it–she just has that kind of effect on him.
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I need to be dry humped, but we both have a full bladder and we have to see who ether cums or pisses first ^ _ ^
I want to grind on someone as they wet themself. I want to hear little desperate moans. I want them to hide their blushing face in their hands until I pin their hands back. I want to feel the wetness on my naked ftm cunt, humping until we both release.
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