Alana's holding challenge comes to a wet end

[DrownMeQuick 209]

Alana and I were due to get together Thursday night.  So at about midday I thought I'd get a head start, and set a challenge.  She once told me she'd like to be my pee slave, and now was the time. 

I started by asking her, via txt, where she was at, out of 10 (1 = I just peed, and 10 = it's flooding out, I can't stop it), and whether she was working from home or the office.  Turns out she was working from home and her family were all out, and she was at level 5.  Great start.

I ordered her to fill two large glasses and drink them.  We both had work to do so I instructed her to keep working, and txt me when she needed to pee.

A little while later she txt me that she was ready.

"I'm just going into a meeting, sorry, txt me in 40 mins and see if I'm out.  You may not pee meanwhile" I replied.

[Side note: the meeting was a job interview and the candidate was a rather lovely woman of 30 years old.  We offered her a drink and she accepted a bottle of water.  As we interviewed her, she really chugged on the bottle.  After about 20 mins she said, very candidly, "Sorry but I've been nervously drinking this water and now I really need the toilet".  I was delighted to hear that, and showed her the way.  She was gone a good 5-6 minutes so it must have been a good one.]

When I got back to my desk I was disappointed to find no urgent messages from Alana, so I checked in with her.  "I'm not struggling, yet" she said.

So I ordered her to drink a full bottle of water right away.

A little while later, it's about 3PM now, she txts me. "I'm at 7 now.  I'm on a soft chair sitting on carpet, and I don't want to ruin them"

I instructed her to drink more, and continue with her work.  Before too long, I got a message that just said '8'.  Game on.

I asked for clarification, just so she had to think about it.  "So you'd really like to pee?"  She replied in the affirmative, so I asked her to imagine that she's sitting on the loo, letting it all out, and to describe the feeling to me, in detail.

"Fuck.  And I'm on a call :/"  Poor thing. She continued: "OK off now.  God, I can feel it gushing out as I exhale and relief washes over me".  

I loved that description.  I instructed her to set the sound on her laptop, and emailed her a link to an 8 hour waterfall loop on Youtube.  It was a gentle mountain waterfall, not very big, so the sound was of constant trickling.  Very relaxing - for me.  Not so much for Alana.

I'll let the screen tell the next part: 

 

Naturally, Alana was looking forward to filling all 3 vessels, which probably would have emptied her bladder, or close to it.  But of course I wasn't letting her off that easy.  I instructed her to take the smallest one to the loo, and fill it to 1cm from the top with pee, then send me a photo as evidence.  Like the good girl that Alana is, she obliged.

And this is where things went wrong.  I had my suspicions, and asked whether that was ALL she released.  Alana sheepishly admitted that she'd emptied her bladder!  "Sorry sir," she said. "I couldn't stop.  It's harder than edging!"   Obviously I admonished her severely and ordered her to fill the bottle and drink it all, immediately.  It's about 4PM now.  When she completed the bottle I ordered her to refill it, and drink that too.  And so it went on, until she reached a 7 again.  Then I ordered her to do 10 star jumps.  

It's about 5:30 now, and time for her to get into the shower.   I made her swear she wouldn't pee in the shower, but she wasn't sure she could get through it without leaking.  "Drink more water" was my solution.  Fuel on the fire!

By the time Alana arrived at 7, she had drunk 3 more bottles, and was really ready to pee.  She thought I was going to phone-in, but I said no, we're going out.  "But I really need to pee" she said, "Can't we play first?"  Of course the more she told me how much she needed to pee, the more I was inspired to deny her.

By the time we got to the pub, she was at 9.  This pub is pretty swanky, and has a leather banquette seat along the wall, with tables about a metre apart.  I took the chair opposite, while she sat on the leather.  The next tables were just the Covid-mandated 1.5 metres either side of us, each hosting a couple, who were going to get an interesting show.

The waitress brought menus, and naturally I asked about drinks.  There were 3 choices for water!  Tap, still, or sparkling.  "My friend is very thirsty", I said, "I think she'll need a big glass".  I could see Alana wincing and squeezing her legs together, so I engaged the waitress in a long conversation about water, which made Alana visibly anxious.  We decided on tap water, a large jug.

Foolishly, Alana ordered wine, and wasted no time emptying the glass, so I ordered a refill.

Over dinner I brought up as many conversations as I could think that revolved around water.  Rivers, lakes, oceans, pee stories.  Alana had her legs tightly closed and was staring to rock back and forth.  She was at 9.5.  The waitress came to take our food order, but I waved her away.   "We're not in a hurry, we'd like to take our time" I told her.  I wish I could describe Alana's face when I said that.  She knew there'd be no wasting her pee by flushing it down the toilet - I had other plans for it, when we got home.

"We need to go", she said.  "I'm going to wet my pants.  Maybe I can let a bit out?"

There's one thing you need to know about Alana.  She absolutely values her privacy, and to get busted wetting her pants in public would have been the ultimate humiliation.  I dipped my finger into my water and drew a line on the leather next to her, to show her how it soaks right in, turning the leather dark brown.  There would be no getting away with it, especially with people each side of her on the bench seating. 

I asked the waitress for more water, and made Alana drink it, along with another glass of wine.  She was visibly squirming in her seat, her face was sweating, and anyone in the room could see, she really, really needed to piss.  She asked if we could go.  "Yeah I guess", I lied.  I ordered more drinks instead.  There were other teases, mostly in front of the waitress, which all caused to Alana to grimace with a painful grin that filled her whole face.

Now ideally, I would have stayed for dessert, had some more drinks, and pushed Alana until she leaked.  But I actually wanted her to pee almost as much as she did, and I was getting impatient, so I announced it's time we left.  The relief on her face was palpable.

As we got to the pay station, I showed her where the toilet is.  It was right there.  "Would you like to pee before we go?" I asked, in an innocent tone.  Of course she knew it wasn't an option.

In the car, she told me how much she'd like to pee all over it, like how she masturbated with her feet on the dash on our first date, 24 years ago.  Of course I wasn't allowing that, and headed for my house.  I couldn't resist another tease.  "Oh let's go look at that house for sale I was telling you about" I said.  Alana was writhing in pee pain and would have hit me, if there was something handy.   I wish I could remember the rest of the conversation as it was a pretty good string of end to end pee teases I think.

By the time my garage door went up, she was moaning loudly.  She needed it so bad - but so did I.  Much as I would love to have dragged this out another half hour, I had a challenge for her.

"I will let you pee a bit - but only if you show me how you can project".  With the garage door closing behind her, she had no hesitation, and pushed her black sheer stockings and black cotton undies down to her thigh.  Like an experienced pro peer, she spread her legs, pushed her pelvis forward in a shallow squat, and let out a thick stream, a good metre and a half long, across the garage floor towards me.  Not bad!  She looked so divine, the pink lips of her vulva framed by a lovely crop of brown hair, and the relief on her face.   "NOW STOP!" I ordered, and I think that was the hardest part, for her.  

Once inside the house I poured more wine for her and debated what we might do next.  Knowing that orgasms make women want to pee, I decided that would be a mutually satisfying course of action, so I had her strip naked and lie on the dining room table, on a towel, and began to kiss her.  I'll skip all the details that don't relate to the pee torture, but I finished by massaging the inside of her vagina deeply.  First two fingers, then 3...4 and a bit.  I used the action that is known to be conducive to ejaculation in females, but ordered her to keep it dry.  She was quite wet, but not pee/squirt wet.  I could feel her pelvic floor muscles contract and swell again as I brought her to orgasm.  But enough was enough, I have needs too, and I needed watering.

With almost my whole hand inside her, I gave her the instruction: "OK GO, LET IT ALL OUT".  And out it came, floods of it.  Her beautiful cunt erupted with a thick stream that went at least half a metre in the air.  I quickly took off my shirt and pushed my pants to my knees and stood in front of her, taking the beautiful warm stream all over my chest.  By now Alana was holding her lips apart and aiming the stream at me.  I backed off a metre so it hit my cock, which was indescribably divine.  I wanted it everywhere, at once!  Then I did something I'd never done before - I went forward and took it in my mouth.  I didn't swallow, I just let it wash in and spill out, trickling down my chin to my chest.  I don't know how long she peed for but I had time to back up to get more over my cock and in my pants, then come forward, jaw wide open, for more mouthfulls.  The crystal stuff was everywhere - my face, the towel, the table, nearby chairs.  What a divine fucking mess.  I took the rest of my clothes off and dropped them in the pile of piss, so I was wearing nothing but pee-soaked socks that squished wherever I walked. 

Alana lay panting for several minutes, reveling in her relief.  I thanked her for her gift and we kissed passionately.  We had a quick shower then lay in bed cuddling, talking about the experience.  We made up pee names for each other (which I can't remember now unfortunately).   Before she left she told me she had another pee ready, and this time I let her use the toilet, while I stood there watching.  She has a great hiss when she pees, and the toilet bowl is like a little amphitheatre, so I really enjoyed that.

Before she went to bed that night, Alana sent me the message that she'd had 3 more pees.  So much backed up liquid to release!

"What a waste" I replied. 

That was my wettest ever, and definitely most fun, pee experience.  Where to from here, I can only imagine. 

Edited April 18, 2021 by DrownMeQuick

[Kupar 13,339]

OMG! That was ridiculously hot! What a fabulous pee couple you and Alana are. Thanks for sharing this account with us 😊 

[Alana 4]

This is so well written and so tender.  I will try to do as well as this giving my perspective.  

x

[DrownMeQuick 209]

1 hour ago, Kupar said:

OMG! That was ridiculously hot! What a fabulous pee couple you and Alana are. Thanks for sharing this account with us 😊 

And to think we went 23 years "dry"!