Hear Me Out - Doms Who Are Into Omo. Doms Who Get Turned On By Your Desperation But Also Love To Hold

hear me out - doms who are into omo. doms who get turned on by your desperation but also love to hold themselves. the potential here.

watching you squirm and beg for a release they won’t grant, even though they ache for it as well.

denying you the privilege to hold yourself with your hands, to cross your legs, to sit down, or to pace, even as they struggle to not do the same.

quickly squeezing their crotch when they think you’re not looking.

mocking you for being so desperate even though they’re just as bad as you are. saying “there’s no way you can’t hold it for X amount of time more”, sealing their own faith as well, because they certainly can’t go before you do.

the moment they absolutely can’t keep up appearances anymore and need to grab themselves and pant really hard for a seconds to resist a wave of desperation.

usually authoritative tone now filled with urgency. struggling though words as their brain can’t focus on making sentences and holding and keeping up appearances.

you leaking visibly for the first time, and, as they reprimand you, seeing a tiny wet patch grow on their pants as they explain that you can and will hold it

stripping you as you keep leaking, droplets of piss running down your shaking thighs. the moan they let out when they cup you in their hand and feel how wet you are is something else, only matched by the one they make when a quick spurt escapes you, running between their fingers.

teasing you into leaking only to have to grab themselves and groan at the sound of a few drops of your piss hitting the hard floor.

them giving you orders even when they’ve given up trying to act cool. squirming, rocking back and forth crossing their legs, sneaking a quick squeeze every once in a while. slowly losing control of themselves as they still control you.

you humping their thigh to try to hold yourself and because you’re so turned, and knowing they’re doing the same. their hard cock rubbing against your hip.

you leaking over their thigh, begging to be allowed to go, and them not being able to answer straight away as the feeling of wet fabric goes straight to their bladder.

their cock jumping with each spurt that escapes them.

undoing their pants with shaky hands, hard cock dribbling as soon as it’s freed, throbbing in their hand as they stroke it.

rubbing you. every time their fingers rub against your sensitive skin a few more drops escape you and pleasure seizes your body for an instant, making you loose control.

you mindlessly humping their hand as the leaks become more frequent and bigger. slowly fully losing control as your orgasm builds up.

them gasping when you wrap a hand around their cock. a strong spurt hits your stomach and their hips instinctively push forward. fucking your hand both for pleasure and because they need to keep moving to hold back the inevitable a little longer.

frantically jerking you off, trying to make you lose control first. as they tumble themselves towards an orgasm or a full accident.

“yes, fuck yes, that’s it baby, let it all out” they tell you moments before your orgasm hits. rubbing you through it as spurts of piss uncontrollably squirt out.

you’re still feeling the aftershocks, your control over your bladder both stronger because you just came and weaker because your muscles uncontrollably spasm still. you’re leaking longer and longer spurts.

their thrusts into your tight hand becoming erratic and messy. you know they’re about to come when you don’t feel warmth seeping over your hand for more than a dew seconds.

them rutting mindlessly in your hand as they struggle to get over the edge with how much they need a piss.

until finally their entire body tenses and releases, they moan and tremble and fuck into your tight grip.

it’s not long before droplets of piss are once again spurting from the tip of their softening cock. it twitches with renewed interest but your dom only hums at the overstimulating feeling. you feel your bladder fully give out the moment you realize they’ve stopped holding. the small but steady stream from them quickly grows into a torrent.

it takes you a minute, but your muscles finally allow you release as well, your stream joining theirs as you both let it all out.

they keep gently rubbing you through it and you slowly stroke their cock, milking the last moments of pleasure from this second but no less satisfying release.

them kissing your neck and pulling you close as you’re finishing, praising you for how good you were and how well you did.

their soft words and tender touch contrasts with the tension and urgency that guided this scene. they hold you tight as you catch your breath and your sore body releases the last of its content in short dribbles.

they got lost in the scene with you at the end, but now they’re still your dom and they’ll take care of you. you lost control and it’s okay, they’re so proud of you for holding it until the very end. they don’t say it, but they also lost control and it’s also okay. you made them, you took your dom beyond their limits with your own submission.

there’s cleanup to do, but first, you need a shower, and your clit twitches in renewed interest when you picture them worshiping your body as they wash it with soap. you have a feeling you’re gonna be coming again real soon.

just, omo doms.