I've Never Had A Wet Dream, HOWEVER Last Night I Had A Dream That I Just Got Off To. I Dreamt Of A Guy

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You are a human being.

Don't let anyone make you uncomfortable or ignore your boundaries. Don't let anyone treat you like a sex doll just because you bless tumblr with your content.

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

I'm so desperate that I'm shaking...

Omfg this is so cute

I’m running out of titles sorry. But if u wanna see the… borderline impressive accident I had earlier while trying to clean my apartment… here you go

i think its very hot when someone has to go so badly theyre grabbing their crotch to try and stop it but especially when its clear that they're already holding themselves as tightly as they can but it still can't stop the piss from coming out so they start leaking around their hand, and every time wet spot gets bigger they try to squeeze harder until they just can't take it anymore and let go with a loud hisssss

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.

Only👏piss👏on👏 waterproof👏floors👏

okay. the fuckijngg floors in my bedroom are getting. Warped. like, distorted and in some places buckling. from habitual, uh. puddle creating events in my life.

Sobbing

i hope every butch with acne, bush, dad bods, stone identity, high voices, & nerdy interests are having a beautiful day

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.

being into degradation but also being sooo overly sensitive like in General is so fucking funny . yeah i have no problem with being called a dirty bitch or being belittled and mocked but call me annoying and i will start bawling my eyes out. imagine being all the way inside me and i pull out the "are you mad at me :("