#female omorashi

[omoguydesperate]

edging + omo

i know there’s a lot of overlap between people with an omo kink & edging kinks… i can’t be the only one that LOOOVES combining the two😳🥵

like… picture this.. you’re controlling someone’s bladder (or having your bladder controlled)… they’re getting extremely desperate, but you tell them they won’t be allowed to c*m if they pee without permission…

so you have them edge, until they’re a desperate mess (desperate to pee & to c*m)… begging you to let them pee.. “you better not leak a drop, if you want to org*sm tonight”… 🥵😇

#omorashi #omo #pee holding #i have to pee #male desperation #pee #female omorashi #pee denial

[subbybabyenby-2]

Story Time!

I love having my bladder controlled.

When I was in college, I discovered that I loved having my bladder controlled. One person who controlled it, gave me a bladder schedule, meaning that I was only allowed to pee at certain times throughout the day, and other times throughout the day I had to drink a certain amount of water. I was allowed to drink tea and coffee or anything else I chose, but I had to do everything by the schedule.

It was so difficult to make sure I went by the schedule. The more I was instructed to drink, the fuller and fuller I got. The permitted release times were spread further and further apart as the day(s) went on. At first, the schedule allowed me to pee every hour, then every two, then four, then six. At one point I was only allowed one release time. And I wasn’t allowed Ben allowed to go when I first got up in the morning.

It was one of the hottest things ever.

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[kitkatomo]

Here's a little omo challenge for you

1. Get nice and desperate, past the point you'd normally go to the bathroom

2. Stand with your feet shoulder width apart and your arms up, out to the side, or behind your back. No holding yourself or closing your legs! That's cheating!

3. Stand still. That's it. Just stand absolutely still and let your bladder muscles desperately fight against gravity as all that liquid tries to leak out. You'll be squirming and sweating in no time, wanting nothing more but to close your slutty legs but unable to. Can you feel all that pee sloshing around inside you? Oh no, you lost your concentration for less than 5 seconds and leaked, didn't you? Can you hold the rest of the stream back?

Extra challenge: alternate between 5-minute periods of walking in place and 5-minute periods of standing still. The still periods become so much harder that way. Happy holding! 🍋💦

#omorashi #bladder desperation #female omorashi #bladder control #omo challenge

[domgirl]

I kind of want to experience holding together with a girl for hours, just drinking and drinking, filling our bladders until we can't even sit still. Then she would sit down in front of me and tried to slide a finger inside my pulsating pussy. But it wouldn't be easy, my full bladder would be straining against my walls but she would try her best to increase my pleasure. She would torture me, poking my bladder from inside and teasing my clit with her other hand until I can't hold it anymore and let go then force myself to stop. I would take her finger out and we would switch places. I'd lean between her widely spread legs, her pussy clenching hard to keep all that pee in. I would use my tongue instead of my finger. Find her aching peehole and poke it, stimulate it with my tongue until she pees herself shaking. While she is letting it all out I would insert a finger in her and finger her mercilessly to bring her a sweet orgasm in addition. Who else would like that?

#omorashi #bladder control #female omorashi

[lupinlupus-blog]

Holy fuck, I’ve never been this horny and desperate in my life. I gotta so bad but at the same time I’m really horny. I wanna get screwed so bad I piss and cum all over.

#bathroom control #holding pee #desperate #bursting bladder #bladder control #full bladder #bladder desperation #bladder holding #female omorashi

[whispering-coffee]

Okay so this post is LONG OVERDUE but I decided to do it now cause someone reminded me.

There was this one time a couple years ago back in New York City where I had ended up having an accident like, in public.

Basically what happened was I was going out for a restaurant and had some food and drinks. After that I decided to take a trip around the area and just explore, maybe buy something if I see a neat souvenir.

After a while unsurprisingly I start needing to pee, so I start looking for a bathroom obviously but can’t find any that allows use without having to be a customer (stupid rule honestly) but anyways, I held it off and went to this place called The Oculus, it was a very cool looking place and I figured it had bathrooms and well, it did but..

THE LINES, like oh my god the lines were so long, like 50 people waiting outside just to use the bathroom. Now obviously my kinky self wouldve been insanely interested to stick around and see if anything happens but I had my own issues and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna wait in that line, plus by this point I’m already getting antsy and my bladder was getting pretty full.

So I’m like well what the fuck do I do there’s nowhere to go, so i opt to try to make it back to my hotel and my room, but because this is ME we’re talking about and I’m making an omo storytime post, you can imagine what happened on the way back.

I was basically speed walking back and doing subtle dances waiting for crossings to turn green, then eventually about half way to the hotel I lost control aaaand wet myself, on the sidewalk.

Super embarrassing buuuut I look back on it fondly at least :D

#omorashi #omo #female omorashi

[pissycat8]

I just finished my lunch and decided to go to class early. I'm in the lecture room, sitting in the back. I thought back to the large bottle of iced tea I drank, and how I haven't gone to the bathroom in 5 hours. I should be fine. I feel like my bladder is at around a 2/10. No big deal. The lecture starts. We're learning a final chapter before our test, the professor said it's important to listen. So I do. Around half an hours goes by when I start to feel uncomfortable. I think I'm around a 5/10. No big deal, I should be fine. Just don't think about it. 10 more minutes pass. Still feel uncomfortable. I should be fine, just focus on the lecture. My bladder starts to pulse. I bounce my leg. I feel the urge to start squirming, but I'm too self concious. I look around, everyone is either on their phone or listening to the professor, and I'm in the back row. I should be fine, right? I slowly rock back and forth, feeling my bladder tingle and pulse. I really shouldn't have drank all that tea. I breathe deeply, I'll be okay, I can hold it. I can't go use the restroom, this lecture is important. I have to listen. 5 minutes pass. I can't take it anymore, my bladder is so full. All I can focus on is the tingling sensation. I continue rocking back and forth, slowly, as to not bring any attention to myself. My bladder is pounding. I unknowingly start squirming faster, but quickly stop myself. My bladder is aching, pleading for me to let go. I close my eyes and try to calm down. These feelings, these sensations, it all feels so... good. I focus on how nice it feels to move around in my chair. I start to breathe heavily. I squirm faster. I feel like I'm about to burst. I start to feel a wet spot, and I'm not sure if it's from my bladder or from my pussy. I don't care anymore. My aching bladder, my pulsating pussy, my wet panties. It all just feels so amazing. I can't stop squirming.

#omo #omorashi #pee #pee holding #pee kink #female omorashi #female omo #full bladder

[atomicbomb030]

Got trapped in a closet with the person you like. she's determined not to wet herself, and he's determined not to let her know.

#omorashi #male omorashi #female omorashi #omorashi art #fictomo #omo art

[razzberrimango]

AWW GUYS NEW OMO THING I LOVE THAT I DISCOVERED 5 SECONDS BEFORE TYPING THIS

so i was drinmking water and stuff and i started subconsiously wiggling my legs and squirming and THEN i felt my bladder and realized i was doin a lil potty dance🥹🥹 like i didnt eben realize i had to go i just thought the urge to fidget was my adhd thats so cute!!!

like just imagine your hanging out with someone and they started bouncing in tbeir seat or rocking back and forth and then they freeze and are like "oh- um ill be right back" AAAA SO CUTE I LOVE OMO

#omorashi #omo #pee kink #piss kink #bladder holding #bladder desperation #male omorashi #female omorashi #omocute

[omomewet]

I’m at the point where I’d normally go pee so of course I’m gonna be watching nasty porn while using my vibrator in case anyone wants to make me wet my panties and be absolutely nasty in my dms 😉

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[kitkatomo]

Yes, Chef

Content: workplace omo, kitchen omo, boss/employee power dynamic, bladder control, bladder desperation

Customers never realize how fucking hot a commercial kitchen is.

With ovens and stovetops and grills and the dishwasher constantly emitting waves of heat, it's no small wonder that sweat pours down the backs of everyone who works in one. All that gross sweating, however, has an unintended side effect: constant thirst and a need to replenish oneself with water.

Why, you yourself often find yourself drinking close to a gallon of water during an average long weekend shift. As an entry-level chef, you spend your days rushing around the kitchen at the orders of your seniors, so you work up quite a thirst.

And with that thirst comes another little problem.

It's 8 o'clock pm, several hours into your shift, when you feel the first twinge of your heavy bladder. It's been a hot day, and you've kept yourself very well-hydrated as you worked on a constant stream of chopped vegetables for the head chef's newest creation.

It's 8 o'clock pm, and you need to pee. No big deal, you normally take a 5-minute break at this time anyway as long as all of your assigned vegetables are prepped. As you reach behind you to peel off your apron, about to shout that you're taking 5, you hear a cry of pain from down the line.

"Shit, she needs stitches," you hear the sous chef shout, "You down there! Come debone and fillet the salmon!"

He is pointing at you. You swallow heavily as you re-tie your apron, the band pressing lightly on your aching, swollen bladder.

"Yes, chef!" you shout in reply as you carefully make your way down the line. From this point, you can see the head chef, and he clearly sees you too. He tilts his head, looking thoughtful for just a moment, before resuming his own work.

The fish is heavy, and you have to lean on the counter as you drag it towards you. Your bladder twinges, full to bursting and unable to be emptied. From this spot in the kitchen, you can hear the water drip, drip, dripping from the faucet as more fish is being thawed in cold running water. With every drip, your thighs squeeze together as a drip of a different kind threatens to escape your body.

It isn't as hot at the fish prep station, but you can feel yourself sweating as you carefully pick the bones out of the salmon and break it down into proper fillets. You lean hard on the counter to pull it closer, and to your horror you feel a tiny drop of pee leak out of you. You squeeze your thighs tighter, hoping against hope that it isn't visible on your dark trousers.

It's 9 o'clock, you need to pee and you're not sure how much time you have until it happens one way or another.

Finally, the fish is completely prepped. Sighing with relief, you reach behind you to untie your apron when a pair of strong hands stop you.

"Where do you think you're going?" a low voice asks you, the quiet tone noticeable in the cacophony of the kitchen. It's the head chef, his fingers brushing the inside of your wrist. You shiver, and you can't tell if it's from his touch or your own desperation.

"T-to the bathroom, sir," you reply, trying not to flush red.

He hums in thought.

"We're in the middle of dinner rush."

"I know, I j-just, it'll only be 5 minutes, please–"

"No, you can wait. I need rosemary prepped for the special tomorrow."

"Sir, please, I can't–"

"Yes, you can. You're not leaving this kitchen until you've stripped all the leaves from the rosemary. And none of that cheating shit either, do it properly. One. By. One."

"Yes, chef," you mutter, then set down your fish station knife. Washing your hands is a special kind of torture, the warm water only a reminder of the warmth sloshing around in your body, threatening to burst at any moment. You hobble back to your original station, trying not to make it obvious that you're squeezing your legs together.

The rosemary pile is huge. You know what the head chef needs for the special: pluck the leaves off the rosemary, one by one, then roll and finely mince them. Crossing your legs, you begin to work on the seemingly Sisyphean task before you.

Pluck.

Pluck.

Pluck.

Your bladder throbs once, twice, nearly in time with the plucks. It's good that you aren't holding a knife right now as your hands begin to tremble.

"Keep going," the head chef murmurs to you as he passes by to observe your work, "And make sure you drink up. We can't have you getting dehydrated."

He sets a cold water with a straw next to your station, the straw just long enough that you can take a sip... if you press against the counter.

The sip is cool, but the metal edge of the table digs in hard between your hipbones. You hold back a groan as you feel a tickle at your urethra, realizing that things are beginning to get dire.

At this rate, you're not sure if you'll make it to the end of the rosemary, much less the last hour until the restaurant closes at 10:30.

"Chef, please–" you nearly whimper. He subtly, as if he were inspecting your knife work, reaches around your front and lightly pokes your bulging bladder with three fingers. You feel another drop, more like a leak, spurt out of you and into your trousers.

"Keep up the good work," is all he says before leaving again.

You can feel his dark eyes watching you from wherever he goes in the kitchen as you keep plucking that damned rosemary.

Pluck.

Pluck.

Pluck.

Not one single stem enters the finished herb pile. You see the head chef pointedly glance at the cold water he brought you, and you drink as directed. It hits your bladder almost as soon as it enters your throat, and you nearly moan as the pressure ratchets higher.

It hurts, oh god, the pressure hurts. But also...

You can feel arousal simmering in your body. Whether from the bladder pressure, the thrilling fear of wetting, or the head chef's dark eyes and strict orders, you know that the throbbing in your lower body isn't just from your bladder anymore.

The rosemary is stripped. It's 5 minutes to 10 pm and with deep breaths to steady your hands, you begin to finely mince it. Mincing doesn't take long, so within ten minutes, you have a large bowl of it ready for the special.

"Very nice work," the head chef says as he inspects your bowl, "I think you deserve your reward, don't you?"

"Yes, chef," you nearly gasp. Relief so close, yours at last!

"You're excused from cleanup duty tonight and can go home early," he says loudly to the groans of the other chefs nearby, before dropping his voice to a whisper, "Go into the old maintenance closet inside my office and stand on the mop drain. Don't let anyone see you."

"Ch-chef?"

He licks his lips, his eyes somehow darker than before.

"I want to see it happen. I want to see you let go, all over yourself," he murmurs, "Can you do that for me?"

Arousal and desperation roar inside your head. You nod, slowly, and see his eyes flash.

"How long do I have to–?"

"Until everyone else is gone."

"But, sir, that's usually midnight on Saturdays!"

"Then you'll hold until midnight. Don't you dare lose it early."

You take a shaky breath.

"Yes, chef."

You head to the staff room to get your things, then sneak over to the head chef's office instead of leaving out the back door after ensuring the coast was clear.

You set your things on his desk and open the old and disused maintenance closet. The mop floor drain is right there, and you lean heavily on the wall, bouncing up and down and crossing your legs.

It's 10:30 pm and the restaurant has closed. Outside of this tiny room and your own protesting body, you can hear your colleagues cleaning up their stations. With any luck, things will go quickly tonight.

If not... midnight.

Midnight is when the head chef will reappear.

Midnight is when you can finally let go, and maybe find some relief of a different kind.

Midnight.

An hour and a half away.

You can make it.

It's only an hour and a half.

You grip yourself hard over your pants and close your eyes, trying not to focus on the pressure inside of you, the pee swelling your lower belly to a softball-sized hard lump.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

#omorashi #bladder control #bladder desperation #male omorashi #female omorashi

[thesecretomoblog]

And today’s patreon preview.

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[wetvett]

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#omorashi #omo #fandomo #female omo #female omorashi #bladder desperation #pee

[domgirl]

That feeling when you are comfortably sitting with your knees pulled up, legs slightly spread and you suddenly become aware of the pleasantly tingly feeling in your bladder, the realization immediately tickling your pussy so you just stop clenching your muscles and wait for the arousing feeling when you feel the pee against your peehole.

Gotta get up and drink two glasses of water to get to the point where it starts leaking out unless I press my hand there~

#omorashi #female omorashi

[whispering-coffee]

Personally my favorite part of omo when im the one who needs to pee, its how your bladder screams when you start to lose control. Its even better when i leak, then another leak, then they keep on coming and before i know it im fully wetting myself, followed by the soothing warmth.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

(Honerable mention, leaks on their own are amazing!)

#omorashi #omo #female omorashi

[omogod]

HOLDING REPORT (12/12/22)

Started holding at 6:30pm on 12/12/22.

Ended holding at 4:08am on 13/12/22.

Had needed a good amount of stress relief from everything going on lately, and wanted a more productive wetting than the most recent one I had done before, when it turned into more of a real accident! (spoiler alert: Aoife never learns her limits and they all turn into real accidents.)

Didn’t feel anything for about the first hour or so, was just casually browsing omo tumblr or reading AO3 omo stories. (6:30pm - 7:30pm)

Around hour two, I felt an ever so slight urge in my bladder, but mostly just reminder that I had one more than I needed to use it. Was still reading omo fics at this point, but also writing some omo stories, and planning some future holds. (7:30pm - 8:30pm)

Hour three, I got bored. I took a long walk around my town. Luckily, I live in a rural Irish village, so no one was going to see me, especially at night. I roamed through some of the empty fields to kill some time, sipping on bottle of water as I perused through.

Walk ended up being about three hours. I could definitely feel it getting much worse now. The cold didn’t help with aiding my need, and I definitely should have wrapped up warmer. Lost two leaks as a wave of desperation hit me when a cold wind flew my direction. (8:30pm - 11:30pm)

Got home and sat in my kitchen and watched whatever random stuff is on TV at nearly midnight.

Decided to scroll multiple NSFW art sites for pictures and comics of omorashi. Went down a dangerous rabbit hole of comics and spent about an hour scrolling through, whilst my need grew exponentially and I jiggled about. (00:30am - 01:30am)

Half 1 hit and I was at about an 8. I had my legs crossed together tightly and my bladder was screaming for some kind of pressure release.

I had to spurt some out onto a towel just to take the edge off otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to continue the hold.

As we all know, taking the ‘edge’ off of a full bladder never works, and by 1am, I felt like I was going to explode. I had drunk about 1500ml at this point.

I managed to hold on for about another 45 minutes by scrolling through omo tumblr again, and grinding a pillow to help temporarily numb my desperation. (1:30am - 2:15am)

By half 2, there was a decently sized wet patch on grey panties, and I was bursting for the loo.

I knew that I had to hold this longer because I had sworn to make the hold ten hours. This was obviously a huge mistake and a very ambitious goal. By 3am, my panties had felt atleast two more hot spurts of piss, and a third leak that I nearly couldn’t stop.

By half three, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had made a large wet patch in the bed and felt like I was holding back an inevitable river. I grabbed a towel and placed it in between my legs incase I leaked.

Begrudgingly, I shoved my legs together and went downstairs again, towel shoved tightly in between my shaking legs. I decided that the best place to wet would be my back garden so I ventured outside, but for some reason (or because I’m fucking stupid) I decided to also take a walk around the fields behind my garden before coming back to wet.

Turns out that navigating fields at nearly 4am, bursting to piss, whilst drunk, in the middle of a pitch black Irish winter might, is not the best idea.

Maybe these ideas spawned because atleast 500ml of what I had taken was alcohol. At least.

I was definitely under the influence by this point.

Rational and sober me would have just used damage control. Squat down where you are, take a piss, now you have enough concentration to try and get home.

Not drunk Aoife, she has one singular brain cell.

I continued on, clutching my crotch with the willpower of Satan himself and tried to march my way back into the general direction of my cottage.

Fair props to drunk me, I did end up at least walking in the right direction back to my garden. However..

I managed to walk about another 5 minutes through the fields before a rush of pain and desperation flooded me (haha pee joke) and I literally was bent over in pain, holding myself like I would die if I peed.

Obviously this didn’t work, and a wave of desperation turned to leaking, then to spurting, then to losing control completely and emptying nearly a 10 hour hold right onto a poor patch in my field.

I checked my watch and it was 4:08am.

I managed to hold it for 9 hours and 38 minutes!

This is the most I’ve held drunk in a while, but if wasn’t 10 hours so I was a bit annoyed. I’m hoping to do a 12 hour hold soon whilst sober though!

Walked back home soaking wet and got into the empty bath, finished up my business, and maybe got wet in more than one way..

Thank you for reading! Hoping to do these kind of stories whenever I hold, most of the time they are pretty entertaining because I have a tendency to overestimate my bladder, and not be able to hold it that long. Sober me can hold longer, be assured.

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