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What are your favorite omorashi scenarios? I'm a writer in need of ideas :3

Making someone squirm in public or wet themself, begging me for attention for letting you go or just make tricks for me (like a puppy) and the reward is a sip of water/pee a little/massaging my feet.

I also love my sluts who are spoiling me! I love drinking my coffee from you, looking at you begging to pee and texting you to drink some more and watching videos of you bursting, wetting and being nasty for me.

The best part is when sluts are fighting with each other for my attention and trying to be number one...

this is the hottest post on this website i’m calling it now

(if you speak to me like this, my brain will shut off and i’ll do anything~)

I will close the bathrooms and force you to hold it until you can't hold it anymore and piss yourself.

it will be the most humiliating thing you have ever experienced, I will see the liquid run down your thighs and soak your panties until they are too wet.

you would look so fucking pathetic it makes me so horny to think about it.

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.

this post is so hot to me-

Forced edging on a full bladder till you piss yourself...silly girl

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.

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.

EXACTLYYYYY

I NEED THEM CRYING, BEGGING, DESPERATE TO HOLD ON FOR JUST ONE MORE SECOND, TRYING TO CONTROL EVERY LEAK AND NEVER EVER WET THEMSELVES IF THEY CAN HELP IT (although they REALLY will not be able to hold it in). I NEED THEM DANGEROUSLY FULL, SO FULL THAT IT HURTS THEM, THEY’RE SUFFERING FROM HOW MUCH THEY HAVE TO GO.

When I read pee desperation, I don't want to see a character needing to pee. I want to see the character more desperate that they've ever been in their life, they're bladder so full it's almost bursting. I want them to suffer because of how bad they have to go, to feel impotent against a need so simple and so strong they can't believe it is really happening. I want the need to be so strong the character has to do everything in their power to hold it, they even have to remind themselves that they CAN NOT just let go, no matter how good would that feel. I don't care how it ends, but I want them fighting until the last second.

A person flooding their pants right in front of the toilet because they can't get their belt/zip undone >>>>>>

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.

how did you get a picture of me?

umm.. literally me..? um..

tbh thinking about being cuddled to sleep then woken up by a half hard cock down my throat, cause why walk to the toilet when a prettier one’s asleep next to you

I might just as well, this is hot as fuckkkk~

I don't see enough people appreciate the kind of bladder control i'm into (in fiction): nonconsensual, but intentional, but bordering on impersonal. It's as whumpy as most of my fantasies.

When none of the characters is into piss kink, when it's just about the control.

A pet who's not allowed a bathroom break because it's further dehumanizing, a severe punishment awaiting them if they can't wait long enough. Squirming and doing everything to hold, terrified of what would happen if they let go. Forgotten about for hours and hours in a cage with no way to leave, no way to relieve themself. Pushed past their every limit, until even breathing hurts, squeezing themself and crying quietly, hoping against all hope and growing more and more desperate because they know, they know they won't last. When their owner returns, there's no understanding of the circumstances, no interest, they're only disgusted. Maybe later they do make their pet drink too much and wait too long, but none of it is sexual -- they like seeing the pain, the desperation, the degradation when the pet begs them to be allowed to go. But they enjoy not giving them any of that.

Anyway, that's what I love in fiction and reading consensual real life desperation of people here is super hot. But if someone's writing fiction. Gods please someone write something like this. Or I might just.

this post is really hot

Last night I ended up gripping my cock as leaks were spilling out into the towel I was clutching to it and just as I thought I was about to lose control, a 3 second spurt escaped and I came from trying to hold it while touching myself 😵‍💫 luckily that locked my bladder up and I made it to the toilet without wetting anything but a dishtowel 🥰 but once I get really really desperate, it makes me so hard that any type of frequent pressure on my dick can make me cum if I haven't held/came in a while..... I think I need to get better at holding back my orgasms too!!