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On 6/23/2023 at 4:05 AM, stan4444 said:

Firstly the administrators have my full support, and my admiration and thanks, if they were not doing this job for free there would be no peefans. So thank you all.

Scat is usually ( on other sites) the act of smearing, playing with , eating or other similar activities, it holds no interest for me.

Regarding the removed post  I read it, there was no such activity involved, yes no2 was mentioned.

In this instance, I believed the administrators’ over reacted to some snowflake lodging a complaint.

My $2 worth.

 

It's always subjective where the line lies. I am turned off by scat as you describe it, and just mentioning no2 doesn't bother me, but I am not sure how I'd feel about an extensive description of someone going no2, the texture, aspect, smell, etc... of it, for example. I could definitely understand that someone would be turned off by that too.

No matter where admins and mods decide to draw the line, some will feel it's too permissive, and others too harsh.

As a kid (pre-school to primary school) I was living in a neighborhood with a few boys and only one girl around my age, which was quite the tomboy.

There was a small alley cutting through the house blocks near the playground, with tall hedges on both sides to give the backyards their privacy, which we kids tended to use as a toilet. It was a bit naughty, peeing in the nice small alley rather than walking a minute or so to go home.

I regularly peed with others there, when it was the boys we would sometimes compete trying to pee over the hedges, or going for distance, but otherwise nothing much. When it was this one girl, we would always sneak peeks at each other, fairly casually.

> So, all the 476 girls studying there use the college field, terrace or an abandoned classroom when they need to relieve themselves

I wish I was a fly on the wall in that classroom.

On 11/2/2022 at 12:36 AM, kiass said:

It seems like pissing in front of me was a good option, but wanted to know if she could do it without having problems with me.

I think there's 2 "fears" for a woman: exposing herself and being judged as nasty.

I guess this particular woman wasn't so worried about exposing herself, but was worried about you judging her.

8 hours ago, Pisslovinboi said:

just know that it's going to take the narrator a while before she gets used to it.

Looks promising; it'd be odd for the narrator to just flip her mind within minutes...

Serendipity!

I just re-read the Vacation Fun and More Vacation Fun parts yesterday!

On 6/8/2022 at 8:00 AM, maxarik said:

Hey All, the site can't seem to handle the size of my videos [...]

May I advise thisvid? It's easy enough to create an account (free) and they host videos of whatever size (I've seen up to 700 MB).

On 3/28/2022 at 12:05 AM, Lemon said:

“Well, this escalated fast, didn’t it?” Emily said, a nervous smile on her face but getting up, regardless.

It certainly did, but we're not complaining 🙂

On 3/19/2022 at 4:27 AM, Havelock said:

This could also speak to the power group think. I've multiple times witnessed one girl in a group decide to pee public and that makes the other girls feel comfortable peeing.

I think that's a big part.

There are multiple reason one may not be comfortable peeing in public. There's exposing yourself, of course, but also the fear of judgement or harassment. The latter two fly away when the whole group participate, and alcohol lowers inhibitions taking care of the former.

On 1/29/2022 at 10:23 AM, PeeWatcher1 said:

Don’t worry, this long one was just a once off. I’ll keep the next one brief and then after that we’ll be back to the normal length.

Please don't worry about length. Short is good, Long is good. Just take the time to describe what went on without feeling the need to summarize or pad.

4 hours ago, Sandman033 said:

What an awesome anniversary. That's good that your husband has come out of his shell to partake in the fun. It does leave me to wonder if the housekeeper might have shared the same passion for peeing since she was encouraging it to happen.

Besides the obvious motivation of getting a good tip mentioned by beachmom, this is another motivation I was thinking about.

It's relatively common for firefighters to be fascinated by fire, though I do not know whether they join firefighting because they are fascinated, or become fascinated over time. I could imagine both applying, both for firefighter and housekeepers. Maybe she lives vicariously through the naughty exploits of others?

I do admit, though, that my favorite motivation would be pure damage control: the ultra-pragmatic blase housekeeper. Imagine you're a housekeeper and discover a couple of guests have left a massive puddle on the carpet as part of their fun, do you want to play cat and mouse, or accept it and make your job easier?

If you were to reprimand or threaten them, then you may trigger a cat and mouse situation, where they'll attempt to have their fun yet stay under the radar. They may take it outside their room where it may bother other guests. Or they may be sneaky in their room going under of behind furniture, under cushions, on the mattress and re-wrapping it in the mattress protector. Imagine the nightmare of the housekeeper second-guessing the guests in the morrow, and the management being unhappy when a few days later a guest complain about a pissy smell which emanates from an unknown location and requires double-checking everything. Or even imagine the failed attempts, like a guest attempting to pee in a drawer, and while leaving a visible puddle, having the urine seeping everywhere in the cracks.

Or... you can make your job easier. Most people are considerate even when naughty, after all, so encouraging them to go in plain sight where you can't miss the aftermath and calling to their attention the things that'll make your life hell hoping they'll avoid them is a very pragmatic thing to do. This way they can still have fun (and maybe tip you as a reward) whilst at the same time you still have a relatively easy time cleaning up.

On 1/4/2022 at 7:01 AM, beachmom said:

It was really the best anniversary ever for me. My husband's always been so shy about even peeing in places like locker rooms and group showers where everyone pees, so for him to do so in a nice hotel room was certain never expected. We both looked at one another and asked each other if we understood her right, she was telling us it's alright to pee in the room, just don't soak the mattress or chairs. Before we left to go out I peed from the bed into the carpet and my husband sprayed it randomly around the sitting room. Again when we arrived back that evening I backed up to a wall mirror and wet the mirror and wall while my husband again sprayed the floor. In the morning I took a final pee as my husband was fetching coffee and when he returned he was in the middle of his farewell pee when the housekeeper knocked on our door. I opened the door slowly, just enough to reveal a couple of puddles as my husband was finishing up off out of view. The housekeeper smiled and commented, "I see you two were able to have some fun." To which I commented, "still having fun," as she walked in far enough to notice my husbands stream hitting the carpet around the corner. When she realized she stepped back and said, "I'll give you two a minute and I handed her a nice tip and thanked her for allowing us a bit of fun." Was a great week.

I can't believe it. It's been bounding around in my head ever since I read it, it's just so incredible.

I believe it was about 10 years ago that I read about a study which had found that no matter the hotel standing, there were trace amounts of virtually every body fluid (sweat, urine, semen, and vaginal discharges) on amount every surface you could find in a hotel room, as a result of people having sex all over the place, or being drunk. As a result, I always expect that hotel cleaning staff would be aware of it, and expecting it to a degree.

I had never in my life expected that a housekeeper would all but encourage guests to just let loose in the room, even if advising to keep to the easily washed stuff.

I of course realize she may not be the average housekeeper. Still, I cannot help but wonder if most housekeepers that have been around for awhile are just so blase about it all (having seen far worse) that they do not care, at all.

Did you ever take a photograph of the room before leaving?

I'll be honest, I find the topic funny.

I was raised in the country side, and there no-one ever batted an eyelid at peeing outside or seeing others do so. When playing with friends, it was perfectly normal to step to a tree line, hedge, etc... and pee there. When with family, it was common for both children and men to just give their back. Girls became more self-conscious at some point, and women were of course, so they would walk around the hedge instead of just walking to it, but they were not trying to hide what they were doing, they just hid themselves.

Well, most girls did. One of my friends as a kid was a tomboy of a girl, and she peed with us boys, not caring to hide herself at all.

I always find it funny, when talking to people who grew up in towns or cities, how different it was for them.

On 11/30/2021 at 3:11 PM, Alfresco said:

If you come prepared with a supply of tampons/pads, how hard would it be to include a ziplock bag in your supplies and take the rubbish away with you?

I would note that there's a big difference between being prepared with fresh tampons/pads, and planning to go outside.

In public toilets, there's always a bin, often now a sanitary one, for used tampons/pads and other related garbage. I'd expect most girls on a night out were expected to be able to change their tampons/pads at the restaurant/bar/club toilets in the first place...

5 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

I was in two minds whether a journalist would reveal the business name, and was also in two minds whether it'd be too obvious weaving in the corporate tag line "Desperate times? Call for Desperate Measures".

Oh yes, the matching agency name is a bit obvious. And if it became known to provide this kind of service, any employer would be outing themselves if others caught wind they were using the agency...

... but any employer can easily use their own private money, not subject to any scrutiny, to pay the agency matching fee, and then let the tax payer foot the maid's or gardener's bill which is paid to a separate (normal) company!

On 8/12/2021 at 11:22 PM, Alfresco said:

Sounds like a plausible business model.  When are you planning to set it up?

It is.

The best part is that public scrutiny probably means that the business name is revealed, but if the agency is only a "matching" one, its name doesn't figure on the housestaff bills!

15 hours ago, p1ssputz said:

Unfortunately, it seems that some of the impromptu moderation on some of the Misterpoll subforums is a little heavy-handed, so conversation tends to stagnate a bit instead of evolving after a certain number of pages.

I am indeed omni-present 😉

I've been following Louise' polls for years, however activity has dwindled next to nothing in recent years; a shame.

With regard to moderation actions, there are 2 reasons for them:

• misterpoll has certain rules, such as pertaining to children, and requires the poll owner to uphold them. This has forced Louise to delete too detailed comments about children to avoid her polls getting removed entirely.
• Louise is focused on pee stories, and not interested in other topics. If it's only a mention here and there in a pee story, she tends to let it go, however if it becomes the main topic she'll remove the comments.

I actually saw your last thread, asking for "piss vandalism" stories. It's borderline with regard to Louise interests, so cross your fingers.

On 3/18/2021 at 6:11 PM, lesley said:

There is a massive hint to group identity above but they are not an English group... I was commissioned to write about them by a fan. Their music might not be my cup of tea but they sure look good in tight blue jeans!

Not English? And I was convinced those were the Spice Girls, given the 5 girls, 2 of which sharing the same first name.

@pop-a-squat I really wish you'd elaborate on those stories, they all sound hot.

Better late than never; although now it's not quite in order.

WARNING: INVOLVES POO. Not scat, or anything gross, but poo outside of the toilet, and descriptions of pooing.

16. Forbidden

"The girl had managed the most amazing pee I had witnessed, and I felt way outclassed. I was really jealous, not realizing that mum would probably not have allowed me to park my bum like that, with the risk of falling and all. Still the girl did not move, like she was trying to coax another spurt out of her pussy. We all waited, intent in letting her enjoyed herself fully."

"She finally moaned, and I let out a startled cry as suddenly a brown log appeared from underneath her bum cheek. The neighbour's hand shot up to her mouth, and her daughter was similarly startled. The brownie extended downward slowly, then it suddenly broke and fell, crashing down on a seat's arm and flying in several parts. I watched, disgusted yet mesmerized. I had been peeing in this cinema at my heart's content, at least twice each time we came here, and this girl who had never allowed herself to do it as long as she had worked here made me feel like I had never been daring enough."

"As I continue to watch, another brownie poked its head, it also extended slowly, then with a mighty push she sent it in a downward spiral, and it crashed upon the top of a seat back, leaving a smear as it toppled to the seat in front, and nudged itself on the seat itself. The girl sighed deeply, she must have been holding back for a while. Then she forced once more and a couple of small pellets followed down. Finally empty, she glided back to the firm ground. My mum could not have seen what had happened, but she had realized it all too well."

"The girl looked over the railing and giggled, turning over to us, she thanked us heartily. My mum looked very embarassed and my neighbour didn't talk, stealing glances below. My mum shook off her daze and proposed the girl a tissue, but she refused gently. Then, to top off her final deed, she went to the two center seats I had spoiled, high-hovered over the arm in the middle, which had miraculously escaped my assault, lowered herself on its upholstery, then looking at us, she grounded herself forward on it, and a little brown smear appeared in her wake. She stood up, and her hand went down to her pussy, which she stroke lightly, beaming at us."

"She was so beautiful, so wicked, so naughty and so beautiful. Like a nymph and a demon at once. While everyone else was still, I moved to the seat next to the one my mother had dutifully soaked. Lowering my panties to my knees, I high-hovered over it and pushed with all my might. My mother finally caught sight of me, and hissed 'Mandy!' at once everyone turned toward me. And I heard the airy voice 'You go girl!'"

"I pushed all I could, and I felt my bowels moving. My bumhole stretched a bit and I felt a dropping escape. I pushed a bit more, and another followed, and then a third and I was done. Following the girl's lead, I straddled the arm, pushed in the crack of my ass and moved forward, wiping myself on the upholstery. I then stood up and moved my panties back up. I looked at the three dropplings coddling up on the seat, then I beamed at my mum. 'Mandy...', she whispered, but she was overrun by the airy voice once more 'Anyone else ?', giggled our young clerk."

"My neighbour's daughter followed my lead, and under the watchful eye of her mother, she squatted down and pushed hard. Her face went all red from her effort, and we were all waiting with baited breath. She took a second breath, and push once more, and was rewarded by louds farts echoing throughout the cinema. She went very red in the face then, and stood up quickly redoing her panties. She was on the verge of crying, but our naughty muse ran to her and planted a deep kiss on her forehead, 'Thanks for trying sweet heart!', and wiped the tears off before they started running on her cheeks."

"'Follow me' announced my mother. We all did, the young clerk just tucking her clothes under her arms. We exited the gallery and found ourself in the upstairs lobby. My mum bit her lower lip, then turning back to us, she unbuckled her belt once more, and as we watched mesmerized she popped a squat right there, in the middle of the deserted lobby. She put her elbow on her knee, then supported her head with the palm of her hand, and look at us defiantly. The clerk laughed at her self-righteous expression. Mum murmured 'Once in a lifetime', a dreamy look in her eyes."

"We soon witnessed a clear brownie winding its way out of mum's bumhole. The head landed on the carpet before the tail had finished emerging, and my mum raised herself a bit to let it extend completely, she then grunted in a very unladylike manner, and it finally detached itself and fell on the ground. Still squatting, though a bit higher, she opened up her purse, then took a tissue out of it, she dutifully wiped herself and topped her brown offering with a sparkling white tissue."

"She stood up, redoing jeans and buckle. The clerk was giggling, 'Oh that was very wicked madam!' she said in her best nigger talk, then giggled a bit more. She then went to the stairs and began descending, 'Don't you want to dress ?' asked my neighbour. 'Oh everyone left by now, I'm supposed to be cleaning up but what's the point since it's closing ?', and she began descending once more, looking back at us, and we followed."

"We were about midway up the spiral stairs, with a clear view of the street outside through the glass. Indeed there were noone in the downstairs lobby, but there were some people milling about in the street, I could not believe that our clerk had not redressed yet, and she kept glancing at the street too. She was being bold, playing exhibitionist for the thrill of it, probably emboldened by her recent adventures."

"'Wait!' we turned back to my neighbour. She had stopped a bit higher than us. She smirked at us. She let her purse fall to the step behind her, then proceeded to unbuckle her belt. I sensed my mum glancing at the street through the glass, but no one was bothering with the now closed unlit building."

"Her panties out of the way and her skirt up, she plopped herself on the edge of the stair. Since she was higher than us, she was very exposed and we had a clear view up her fanny. She smiled at us, then looked to the passerbys outside. She put both elbows on her knees, joining her hands under her chin. Her pussy lips fluttered a bit, and a small trickle ran down to her bumhole and the stair she seated. They fluttered once more and a small squirt splashed on the stair below."

"Finally her bumhole unclenched, and brown stuff squirted out of it. It was half solid, half liquid though, she had probably been sick, yet at this moment I was glued to my spot as I was watching her. More come out of her bumhole, and felt on the stair below. The brown puddle spread, reached the back edge of the stair, and fell to the lobby tiles below. And still she pushed, moaning lightly, her eyes closed. I heard a gasp, and as I turned to look at our naughty muse, she reached for the banister and slumped down shaking."

"The neighbour went out of her daze, she stood up looking at her brown puddle seeping on the stair, amazed at her own boldness. She went another step down, her pants and panties at the knee, then shuffled sideway and backed to the banister. Taking hold of a hanging notice for some lost dog and wiped herself with it, she then crumpled it and tossed it over the banister, picked another, wiped herself, crumpled it and tossed it on top of her brown puddle. Buckling up, she then picked her purse and rejoined us."

"The naughty fairy was still slumped on the stairs, but she smiled dazily at us. We bid her goodnight and she waved us off."

17. End ?

"Right before getting out my mum made us girls swear never, ever, to speak of this to anyone... you're the first I've spoken too."

This is very promising; I'm definitely looking forward to the member of Full Bush getting wild in Mike's new building.