Paulypeeps

2 hours ago, Vassal said:

Caught this in the wild. It was an extra long bathroom for some reason, didn't expect to get the red... black carpet treatment for a urinal. I couldn't help but let a spurt out onto it. Would have pissed completely on it but these mats are heavy and having had to put them out you're often clutching it to your chest and didn't want to do that to a poor fast food worker.

That mat looks like the ochy in front of a dartboard - is a competion urinal?

I was visiting my friend once when she needed to pee so went upstairs to pee. I realised that I needed to pee too so I just peed between the cushions on the sofa where I was sitting.

Another time I popped in to see her on the way home after clubbing. Because I had been clubbing my skirt was still wet where I had been wetting myself. She noticed that I left a wet patch on one of her chairs...

12 hours ago, stan4444 said:

Not a lot of people around but a good one just the same

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Better link:-

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52 minutes ago, steve25805 said:

Dear Wet Carpet. I am nearly 20 right now but still living at home with my parents.

For the last couple of years or so, a naughtiness that has developed since my discovery of the joys of the pub, I have been enjoying the pleasure of just peeing on my bedroom carpet on purpose instead of going to the toilet, usually in a corner or sometimes right beside my bed. I don't know why but just being so dirty and naughty is kind of a rebellious and erotic thrill. It is fun to just outrageously piss anywhere instead of going to the toilet.

Anyway, there I was the other day  with no knickers on and my skirt hoisted, squatting and peeing in the corner of my bedroom for the umpteenth time. I was enjoying the soft hissing and sound of it pattering down, and the sight of it hitting the fabric and forming a growing wet patch.

But then disaster struck. My 42 year old mother suddenly walked in and caught me in mid flow, looking aghast. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

I knew she was angry. She only ever swears when she is angry. I quickly stopped pissing and stood up, letting my skirt drop down to cover my lower nudity. I didn't know what to say or do and felt acutely embarrassed. None of which was helped by her ranting at me....

"Why the fuck are you pissing on the carpet? Couldn't be bothered to go to the bathroom? Just felt like being a lazy, dirty bitch? Have I been such a crappy parent that I failed to show you how to use a toilet when you were young? I don't fucking think so! Have I ever set such an example to you? No I fucking havent! Because I don't go around pissing wherever the fuck I like."

This was bad. A lot of "fucks" and  "fuckings". She was clearly very pissed off.

"Right, you dirty bitch! Since in your parallel universe, your bedroom carpet seems to be the ideal fucking toilet...." she started to raise the back of her own dress whilst lowering herself down in the middle of the room...."You have fucking asked for this!"

And moments later she was squatting there, dress hoisted, ass just inches above the floor, panties down around her knees. Still looking angry but with a tiny hint of a smirk on her face she said, "If you want piss on your carpet, young lady, you'll get piss on your fucking carpet!" 

Seconds later, a golden hissy spray was splashing down as she began a long piss right there on my carpet, not in some discrete corner but right in the middle of the room. She looked down at her torrent with a brief smirk, then looked at me, still angry. "I hope this teaches you a lesson", she said, still pissing away.

I must admit to being struck speechless - as most of your readers can probably imagine. Being caught pissing on the floor is bad enough, but when your mother tries to teach you a lesson by pissing on your carpet herself, it kind of does your head in.

When she was done she got up and gestured to the huge wet patch she had made in the middle of the room. "Right young lady, you can clean that fucking mess up!. And don't let me catch you doing this again or there will be fucking hell to pay I promise you. And be thankful I am not telling your father!"

As she reached the door she turned back to me for a moment, "If there is even so much as a hint that you've been pissing in here again, I shall  piss on your bed and see how you like that. And I am fucking serious! So be warned."

Then she left the room without further fuss, leaving me to grapple with my feelings of shame and embarrassment. I still don't know how to act or think in front of my mother now, knowing what she caught me doing and what she did in response to teach me a lesson. But at some point we need to move on past this. I have been afraid  to piss on the carpet since and am thinking I might have to move out.

Anyway, that is my rather harrowing tale, lol

Dear twenty-year-old

I am sorry to hear that you find this all rather harrowing. Clearly you need to deal with the shame and embrrasment, and to do that you must realise that you do not feel the shame because your feel you did something wrong - you are clearly a sensible woman and would not have peed on your carpet if you thought you were doing something wrong. A little unorthodox and naughty perhaps.

Perhaps think in terms of how your mother felt when she was supprised to see you moistening your carpet. I suspect the her use of fruity language was more down to her not being able to accurately articulate how she felt. The key aspect here is that she joined you and peed on the carpet. If she really had a problem with pee on your carpet there is no way that she would have added to what you had done and especially right in the middle of the room. I suspect that she was reminded of a time just before you were born when she too was going through a rebellious phase and probably did things similar to what you have done.

I suspect that way to move past this is to ask your mother what she was like in her late teens and early twenties when she was rebelling. I suspect you will be surprised by the things she might have got up to. I am sure that sharing these things will provide a shared empathy between you and you might learn a few things from her life experiences.

I am sure that you appreciate that peeing on the carpet in your room is so much more convenient than using the bathroom, and if you try and go back to using the toilet you will always long for those times when you have enjoyed the convenience of just peeing in the corner of the room. To that end you might like to stop torturing yourself and return to peeing on your bedroom carpet. Clearly your mother has set an example that there is no need to restrict yourself to just peeing in the corner, be more free and just pee in the middle of your room.

Your mother I am sure fully understands how hard it will be for you to resist peeing on the carpet again. You need to accept the inevitability that when she catches you again that she will pee on your bed. I suspect that she is secretly hoping that she will catch you so that she can do this, and I suspect that she has done it before as she would not have just thought it up on the fly in the heat of the moment.

Going forward you should not be too fastidious about cleaning all the traces of pee out of your carpet because I think it is invitable that you will be adding to it on a fairly regular basis. Perhaps it will take your mind off of the worry a little bit if you just accept that one day your mother will perhaps see you peeing on your carpet again, or maybe will just catch a faint whiff of dried pee, and will make a great thing of sitting on your bed and peeing through her skirt and knickers to soak your mattress.

Bare in mind that once your bed has been peed on, and the mattress is permanently stained as it will be after that first dousing, there will be no need for you to leave your bed just to pee on the carpet when you are tucked up under a cosy duvet. In truth your mother will understand.

Yours Sincerely
Aunty Paulypeeps

I think that Lily Allen is a good example of how to dress on stage when you are really famous:-

If anyone asks when you do it - just say who inspired you!

On 10/5/2023 at 4:45 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

I think I have a serious problem, and I'm not sure if I'm looking for advice or just a place to empty this from my mind before my anxiety bursts my heart.

For introductions, my name is Sandy, I am 38, and a plus-sized brunette city girl, and I work for an architecture firm located in a high rise office building that we designed, which is what makes this scenario even more absurd and stressful. Recently the restrooms on our floor were closed for remodeling, and we were directed to use the restrooms on one of the 18 other floors. Apparently, all of the other businesses had been made aware of our situation and would be open to allowing us to use their facilities.

Ordinarily, my first restroom need announces itself a few hours into the day as my morning coffee and water start to really make their way to my bladder. My desk isn't far from the office restrooms, so I usually don't mind getting into a work groove until I feel like I can't hold it much longer, so I normally shuffle quickly to the restroom. When I pee, I pee a lot, like it all comes out in a heavy, hissing burst. And then I go back to work, and I'm good for a few more hours.

Yesterday, though, I'd forgotten that our restrooms were closed, so I waited as usual. And when the need hit, I stood up and suddenly remembered. So I rushed to the elevator, got on, and just pressed the number of the floor above us. Not long after, the elevator dinged and the doors opened... to an empty floor. Well, when I say empty, I mean it was clearly not occupied. There were still a fee chairs, tables, and file cabinets left behind, and lots of debris to suggest the floor was being remodeled. But no people, and no signs or anything to identify what business used to be or would be occupying this floor. I started to step back into the elevator to choose a different floor, but the pressure in my bladder was near unbearable, so I stepped into the hallway instead, planning to search for the bathrooms. The floor plan for this floor was exactly like our own, so I walked to where I expected to see the restrooms. They were there, but the toilets and sinks had all been removed. Regardless, my bladder seemed to notice the similarities between this bathroom and ours, and another strong wave of pressure struck, and I actually felt a spurt of pee in my panties. Desperate and knowing I wouldn't make it to another floor, I backed out of the bathroom and into the hallway again. I finally spotted to my left a dark room that looked a lot like a storage closet. It was small but carpeted differently than the hallway. Unable to wait any longer, I walked as quickly  as I could to this room, yanked my panties down, slid my skirt up, and dropped into a low squat. Immediately a strong burst of pee sprayed out of me before I even had time to consider the potential consequences of my actions. I even derived some pleasure from the feeling of relief, the hissing sound of my pee, and the naughtiness of the growing dark stain that my heavy gush of pee was leaving on the carpet. It was over quickly, but honestly if it had lasted longer I might have enjoyed myself even more, if you know what I mean.

So, why the anxiety, the "serious problem" I mentioned at the beginning? Well, today I opened my email and saw a message from my supervisor, asking to come to her office today at 9 AM. The email didn't mention what the meeting is about, but my brain is putting the pieces together, and I'm freaking out. I don't know what to do if it is in regards to what I did yesterday.

What would you do?

Sandy

Dear Sandy

I would not worry too much as the meeting is very unlikely to be about what you think it is about, but I can understand your anxiety.

But, just in case it is I would suggest that you might like to prepare for the meeting. Clearly having to toilets out of order is a problem for you, so I think that it is important that you can demonstrate that it is a real problem should the need arise. There is no better way to demonstrate that you have a problem holding your pee than to wet yourself a little. Before you go to the meeting I suggest that you might like to stand up from your chair and just pee a little. just try and relax and pee gently until you soak your knickers and you feel your pee trickling down your legs. You will then be able to walk confidently to the meeting knowing that all you have to do to present evidence to your supervisor is to lift your skirt enough to show your wet knickers and the wet streaks on your stockings. Should your supervisor actually request to see the evidence be sure to provide a little extra evidence by letting out a little more pee while she is looking.

As I said there is really nothing to worry about. It is almost certainly about something else, no one is going to worry about a little pee on the carpet - but they might be wondering while you are wandering on to a closed floor.

Of course, once your supervisor has realised that you have a problem due to inadequate facilities it should be a simple matter to just stand and pee a little down your legs to let it soak in to the carpet in your office whenever you need to pee - I would strongly advise against squating and dropping your knickers in the office as this might be seen as a rather brazen act.

Let us know how the meeting goes.

Auntie Paulypeeps

It will be nice to see you peeing in public places, especially if you are wetting yourself discreetly with people around..

18 hours ago, MRJH22 said:

Would love to hear more details on this one.

It was just an ordinary mid-week evening in the pub really. It is a very touristy pub with a reutation for the pub to go to when visiting the town, so you never know who might pop in. I was well hydrated and had just bought a cola and was sitting on a stool at a high table happily moistening my skirt while letting my pee run down my legs and minding my own business enjoying the DJ show.

A couple of quite excited and well lubricated girls came over and asked if they could sit at the table which I did not mind. It is always fun to chat with new people. One of them very proudly boasted that they had come up from Liverpool with their friend (I can't remember his name unfortunately) who was in the Zutons, but that he does not like to be recognised. If they had not mentioned it I would never have known of course, but I think they got off on telling everyone they were with a celebrity. Their freind came over with the drinks and joined us.

The girls quickly dispatched their drinks and went off to dance, so I just chatted with their friend for about an hour or so and I did not mention 'Valerie' once. I am not sure where the girls went but I suspect that they were telling everyone else in the pub that there was a Zuton in the house. It is the sort of pub where it is quite normal for celebrities to pop in anyway (usually at the weekends) so none of the locals took a blind bit of notice. I just carried on drinking and wetting my skirt and making the carpet nice and squishy. The carpet must have soaked up the pee that resulted from two pints of tea, a litre of orange juice and a pint of cola.

Eventually it was time to go to the club next door. I asked him if he would be going, but he said he had to get back to Liverpool and went off to find the girls.

It was just an ordinary evening in the pub really, then I went clubbing...

On 9/6/2023 at 7:23 PM, Bill Thane said:

Have you ever just whipped it out or popped a squat while other people are around? Lately I can't seem to get this off my mind, and I want to hear your experiences with it (either as the pee-er, or witnessing it). I'm especially enthralled by the thought of doing it in front of the opposite sex, and with friends or colleagues who you've no sexual connection with...

Well, not as such. If I am with just my freinds and I want to pee I will just pee, and if I am standing I will pee full blast and wet my skirt and legs and feet. More often though there are other people about so I tend to be a bit more discreet and pee gently down my legs or wet my skirt sitting so no one notices.

On 8/23/2023 at 5:48 AM, Klaudia99 said:

I'd like to pee on a train one day, but I'm afraid someone will catch me

No one will notice you peeing if you just pee where you are sitting. If the seat overflows you might have a puddle flowing up and down the train as it speeds up and slows down.

It is nice to be sitting on the train and feel that tingle in my bladder and just let go, and then enjoy sitting in the lovely warmth as it soaks through my skirt.

Just try a little pee first, then when no one notices you can do more!

There was a last showing of "A Hard Days Night" at a cinema that was closing down in Liverpool which I think was featured in the film. I did not realise it was happening until it was too late unfortunately. While I always wet myself peeing on the seat when I go to the cinema I always do it discreetly, but this being a Beatles film I would have dressed in a nice 1960s outfit with a white skirt and proudly wet myself like the girls in the '60s who went to see the Beatles.

Not so much a puddle, but it is nice to sit on a seat with lovely warm and wet upholstery, and periodically warm it up by peeing through my skirt. It is probably the best thing about going to the cinema!

I did install one in my garden for the purpose of collecting the by-products for use in composting - and very effective it was too for making the plants grow.

Most people when presented with the urine separator find it baffling. It is just a funnel arangement at the front of the 'hole' in the toilet seat, the idea being that when seated No2 goes straight down and No1 goes forward in to the funnel. Pee has to be kept out of the No2 because it must be kept dry, and that is the main reason for seperating the urine. To aid drying of the No2 after each use a sprinkling of sawdust gets layered on top of the No2 - but a lot of it ends up in the funnel blocking the pipe that takes the urine to the urine tank (grumble grumble) because no one quite understands the process.

When you get five gallons of urine it can be poured on to the compost heap to accelerate the rate of composting, and after the dry No2 has been stored for about six months it reduces in volume to about 20% of the original and can be sprinkled on to the compost heap too. The resulting compost at the end of the process is fantastic for growing vegetables.

If your composting toilet is well designed it becomes quite straightforward to swap out the five gallon urine bottle and the 40 gallon plastic dustbin periodically - and all without any plumbing!