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anon i am not spreading a whisper campaign about someone i don't know and have never interacted with directly with nothing to go on. esp when they've got the person they're 'cheating with'... in their bio as their partner... i don't know them and i especially don't know you, so this is not relevant to me, k.

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No fucking way my gf just said “the post nut clarity for people with piss kinks must be crazy”

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i just realized this is funny every month of the year actually

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need him in a way that would violate tumblr's community guidelines

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FUCK

No

no its still in its still iN OH MY GOD I GOTTA PEE im holding it i am i am i am

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im not able to hold for the next ??? weeks for medical reasons, but that means its the perfect time to tell me i have to pee every 2-3 hours to make my bladder way weaker and smaller over time. i do love being told i have to pee almost as much as being told i can't

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as requested, the wetting of my failed hold. i made myself spread my legs as punishment for not being able to hold my little bladder anymore and it was just too hard to keep it in!

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Here’s the last, and arguably best, clip of the day of Rose getting wrecked. She had her wrists cuffed behind her back and legs spread for really simple immobility. I almost truly made her lose it with this one. It’s a little longer, but way worth the watch. 😈

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Reblog this if I can ask you a whole bunch of inappropriate questions.

This could be fun

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sensual pleasures are morally good. sexual joy and free expression are morally good. if it feels good, and it feels good to everyone involved, then it is good, morally. why would we be able to feel so much pleasure otherwise? why else would we be born with senses that delight in food, sex, beauty, play, and communion? these things are inherently fulfilling because they are good and important.

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omo spin the bottle where everyone in the circle is desperate, bladders full to the brim. whoever it lands on either gets to pee for 5 seconds or tease someone else’s bladder for 5 seconds.

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If i dont [experience pathologically concerning sex act] within the next [arbitrary time period] im going to [federal agency watchphrase]

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Wearing a tight knee length pencil skirt makes it so hard to hold your pee! it squeezes your bladder at the tummy while you’re sitting down and its impossible to cross your legs the way you need to. When this happens while working I cross my legs together at the ankles, squeeze my thighs tight, and if I really need to go bounce a little in my chair until I have the chance to make it to the restroom. One time recently I had to wait my turn once i got there so I held my hand on my tummy and did little steps on my toes until I got to release my heavy bursting bladder. theres no hiding a leak or an accident because it misses the fabric and rushes straight down your legs so you have to really hold on!

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Thinking about a finishing/etiquette school for college-age students with a heavy focus on abstinence and self-control. The bedroom doors in the dormitory are locked at 8pm and not opened until 6am to stop you from sneaking out or sneaking lovers in. But that also means that there's no chance to go to the bathroom for 10 hours overnight, and by the time 6:00 comes around, so many students are rushing to the one or two available bathrooms with a bladder that's been filling all night, frantically trying not to potty dance or hold themselves while they wait in line because such undignified acts will be strictly punished.

Waking up in the middle of the night desperate and not being able to do anything about it for hours, squirming in bed, hands shoved between your legs, unable to go back to sleep because you have to go so bad. Knowing things will only get worse if you wet the bed, so you have no choice but to try and hold it. By the time the door is unlocked at 6, your bladder is so heavy and bulging that you can barely walk, every step jostling it and making you clench your muscles as hard as you can against the few drops that are escaping. In such a condition, it takes you longer than usual to make it to the bathroom, and by the time you get there, you're at the very end of the line, ten other people in front of you, some of them just as desperate as you are. Having to stand there and pretend nothing's wrong while anyone who looks at you can see the protruding bulge in your lower abdomen, proof of just how much you're holding inside, tears gathering in your eyes from the struggle of holding back.

Or maybe classes start at 6:30am sharp, no exceptions, so sometimes the couple of people at the back of the line don't even get a chance to go. Having to suck it up and hold it all through the first class, bladder begging to release a night's worth of pee, not even able to focus on the lecture because all your can think about is not humiliating yourself by having it all leak out in front of the whole class. You just have to hope that you'll be able to make it to a bathroom in between your first and second classes, have to hope that other people don't get there first.

There are never enough toilets for the number of students, and the time between classes is short, so some people inevitably don't get the chance and are forced to hold it until the next break. Even worse if you already didn't get a chance last break, and now you're begging the people in front of you in line to have mercy and let you go, knowing there's no chance of you keeping it all in through yet another class period. Maybe somebody is kind and lets you go, but now they have to hold their overfull bladder another two hours. Or maybe no one can afford to skip their turn, and you have no choice, walking to your next class, feeling little leaks escape every step you take. It's a losing battle, and there's no pity no matter how long it's been since you've last been able to go. You're just supposed to hold it.

The most merciful punishment is a sharp caning. Sometimes you're locked in your room starting earlier in the evening for a night or two, forcing you to hold it ever longer overnight. Sometimes they make an example of you and make you stand in front of the class while you drink liters of liquids, feeling all the other students' eyes on you as your bladder swells and you tremble, forced to hold it until you inevitably burst and wet yourself right in front of everyone. You can change your clothes, but you're not allowed another bathroom break all day, the rest of what you drank still trickling into your exhausted bladder. Maybe you wet yourself again. Maybe twice more. Everyone making fun of and laughing at you, secretly just relieved it's not them.