Holding My Pee In (Literally): A Real Handful

Our toilet went caput around 7 p.m. and I was told NOT to use it until the plumber got a chance to work on it.  ETA:  Early tomorrow morning.  FML.  The shower drain is also mucked up and smelling a bit like sewage, so I wasn't about to get in there to relieve myself.  Yet I was running out of options as I had to pee NOW.  It had been about 5-6 hours since my last wizz & I was growing desperate.  Sometimes if I just kept waiting the need would subside--maybe about 50% of the time I can get away with this.  Did I have any diapers left under the sink as a Plan B?  No?  Fuck ME. 

Ehh, may as well set up my camera and document the experience so I can remember later what worked & what didn't.  The presence of a camera might encourage me to try harder to avoid embarrassing myself...  Or something.   

Mum had been in bed about 25 minutes & I was locked in the out-of-commission bathroom alone standing on my thick bath towel, genuinely trying to either stop or delay/reduce my need to go so I could go to bed myself.  In hindsight, standing by the toilet while trying to hold probably wasn't the smartest move but I didn't wanna risk pissing on my bedroom carpet.  At least the bathroom floors were wood.

After spurting in my pants (woops), I pulled them down in a panic & reverted to an old childhood trick:  holding my pee in manually with my hands.  Not exactly elegant but sometimes it worked.  I was all out of ideas & an afternoon's worth of fluids were itching to come out. 

Leak in progress.

While the peehole pressure & desperate dancing helped for a time, the dam eventually burst:  I ended up filling my hands with hot piss over and over as I struggled to stem the tide manually.  (As stated, mother was already in bed and there was a towel under me, but I was still terrified of getting busted in this vulnerable state as 2 other family members were still semi-conscious in the living room down the hall watching tele between snores & nods).  Bathrooms were scarce in this old house & I was currently pissing myself into my lounge pants in one of them.  I'd be in huge trouble if any of them caught me.  Adults my age really should be able to hold their urine, I was often told.

Couldn't contain myself

I ended up emptying my entire bladder into my pants, which were pulled halfway down my legs along with my panties.  This part of the story is real (see video below), with the backstory about the broken toilet being fiction, of course.  Just thought I'd make that clear for anyone who couldn't tell.  

I often dream up creative little "scenes" & backstories like these to liven up my wettings, but I h a t e when people try to pass creative fiction/fantasies off as real events... something that's all too common in the Omo world.  And yes, we can tell when you're exaggerating or straight up lying, we just may not call you on it because of the awkwardness.  Keep fiction in the fiction section, please.  Creative writing is a talent but nobody likes a liar.

Rant over.  😁

Video of the disaster

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#Pisstory: All About - Chamber Pots!

 

From Wikipedia:  "A chamber pot is a portable toilet, meant for nocturnal use in the bedroom. It was common in many cultures before the advent of indoor plumbing and flushing toilets."

While doing another article recently I (re)-discovered the topic of chamber pots:  those lovely Victorian contraptions people kept near their beds overnight to avoid having to make a freezing expedition to the outhouse half-asleep.  I was always vaguely aware their existence but had never taken the time to really dive into the rabbit hole headfirst so to speak.  This period in history bores me very much overall so I tend to give a shrug and a "meh" to all things pre-20th Century.  (Okay, pre-2nd half of the 20th Century).

Chamber pots, Victorian bathroom etiquette - Fenton History Center

Still, the thought of people hiking up their bedclothes in the dark and hissing into bedside potties seems pretty risque in some ways by today's standards, doesn't it?  Yet these were Victorian people living in the long-ago period from 1837-1901 when Queen Victoria of England reigned, a time that's considered highly conservative socially... the women were known for wearing girdles so tight there were rooms built called fainting rooms that were likely around to allow women to pass out safely because the corsets were too damn tight to breathe!  (Or too hot!  Just look at all those layers of suffocating crap they wore).  🥵  The fact that we modern polyamorous consumers of Pornhub and OnlyFans would consider their daily habits "icky" would probably make them laugh with confusion.

At the same time, some things never change.  I see obvious parallels with the "guys leaving piss jugs/bottles laying around the house" trend so many wives and mothers complain of today.  However these folks had a legit excuse:  indoor plumbing and flushable toilets had not yet been invented, so needing to drain the main vein at an inopportune time--such as in the middle of the night, while bedbound due to illness/injury or in the dead of winter--would've required a helluva lot more effort than it does today.  Yet there are many people who wake up in the night in the modern era, sometimes more than once, needing to go #1.  This not only interrupts sleep but puts them at risk for falls and other injuries.  They could definitely benefit from something like a chamber pot.

YT creator feigning(?) disgust at the concept of chamber pots.  Typical.

 

Outhouses were the only halfway civilized (and halfway is a STRETCH) alternative to today's cushy urinals & private toilet stalls, and they left a lot to be desired.  I've personally heard tales of folks wiping with magazine pages and, before that, dried CORN COBS due to a lack of other alternatives.  Apparently AI's heard that too.  See for yourself:

AI knows our secret.   😭

Yes, times were hard for a lot of our ancestors on the Great American Frontier.  And for many extremely poor, rural or disenfranchised Americans outside major metro areas, those hard times kept chugging right along well into the Atomic Age, the Space Age, the Age of Aquarius, the Cold War Era of the '80s, the Jerry Springer Epoch...  hell, they apparently never stopped for a good chunk of the country.  (Outhouse article coming soon).  A final note on that:  I personally had grandparents who grew up using outhouses, and aunts/uncles who talk somewhat fondly of using them too.  Sorry dawg, can't relate.   

Wyoming journalist(?) shares rules for using the old-fashioned loos.

But I can empathize with those who find chamber pots intriguing-bordering-on-taboo or even sexy.   I mean c'mon:  who WOULDN'T like to have their very own makeshift toilet IN their room at night that they were expected to use because everybody did the same thing?!  The hotness lies in the casual convenience aspect of it for me.  The fact that these dainty little "pisspots" Aka "pots to piss in" which, if you couldn't afford one, made you "piss-poor" (see full article about the normalization of this pee-soaked terminology here) were totally normal in houses across America and even the world just blows my mind.  

I've included some pics of real chamber pots below to give you an idea of what they looked like.  For anyone who feels guilty or gross about keeping a bedside wee container, just remember our ancestors thought nothing of it.  (Just be sure to empty it and keep it nice and clean).  

Japan always been ten steps ahead in the urine game!  Japanese piss pot from the Edo period.

Roman child's chamber pot



Oh I like this very, very much.  Chamber pot CHAIR.

Pee on Napoleon

CREEPY.   😩

Kinky!

"Toilet cabinet" at antique exhibit

Q&A: How Do I Let Go of the Shame & Enjoy Peeing My Pants?

Babe, so what.  Nobody cares.

I see so many questions like this from people with a desperation/wetting fetish who want to try wetting or related activities but feel too ashamed to even be able to let go and try it one time alone.  (Or if they do they feel absolutely disgusted with themselves afterward). 

If anything is a "shame" it's the killjoys of the world who have sucked every last bit of happiness out of life for so many adults, leaving them in a state of perpetual self-doubt & uncertainty.  I'm talking about the uber-conservative Church Ladies who go around wagging their fingers in everyone's faces, slapping "Parental Advisory" stickers on everything and making us feel dirty for the very things that make us human:  sexuality, procreation, seeking states of euphoria/bliss with plants God put on the Earth for our enjoyment, etc.  Maybe one of these Ladies was your mother, maybe your grandmother... or God forbid, your wife.  😱  (Don't get it twisted, these types come in male varieties too:  the Pat Robertsons, Fred Phelps, Steve Andersons, Kenneth Copelands, Billy Grahams, Bill Gothards and others who try to legislate their version of backward, hateful "morality" like flabby dieters imposing their Jenny Craig diets on the rest of us).

But here's the thing about those types:  they have more skeletons lurking in their musty little closets than we could ever dream of having, which is why they spend all their time projecting.  One thing I've found true in this life is that the louder someone proclaims sainthood, the less saintly they tend to be in reality.  And whatever issue they hyperfocus on in others, be it abortion, homosexuality or something else that's none of their damn business, it's usually for personal reasons; that is to say, because THEY'VE had an abortion or are repressing gay feelings and are deeply ashamed of those aspects of themselves.  Point being, there are no saints in this world.  Everyone is fallible & has their flaws so don't let the holy rollers make you feel bad.

Whew.  Think I've made my point.   On to today's Q&A then!  👉🏼 🪧

How far back does your wetting shame go?  Don't be afraid to get to the root.

Step #1:  Pinpoint the origins of your sexual shame so you can truly work through it.  It's different for everybody.  Where does the bulk of your humiliation/self-loathing over this kink originate?  Religion/purity culture?  A traumatic childhood experience with family, friends, bullies?  The media?  The general brainwashing we all endured during potty training telling us we were "little bratty babies" if we wet ourselves and equating using the toilet with being "big kids" with lots of privileges?  Who told you pee was dirty or bad?  If someone you loved came to you in distress over the same thing you're dealing with now, would you shun them or try and reason with them, telling them it's just an odd little quirk that doesn't change or diminish who they are?

Most of us wouldn't abuse our loved ones the way we do ourselves, yet we continue holding ourselves to unrealistic and toxic standards over something we didn't choose and can't change.  Read that again:  we didn't choose our turn-ons and can't change them.  If that were possible, people from hyper-religious families wouldn't ever be gay & little white girls from racist Southern families wouldn't have strapping Black boyfriends that get them disowned & kicked out of the will.  We'd all just stick to dating/marrying the type of person our parents wanted for us (gag) & make life a lot easier for everyone.  But that's not how attraction works--it can be totally random and irrational... occasionally even counterintuitive. 

And that's just sexual orientation and compatibility.  Things get even hairier when it comes to paraphilias and fetishes.

Luckily for us, Omorashi is one of the more benign kinks out there.  It need not involve anyone against their will or harm innocent people, thus shame is not warranted.  Heavy feelings like guilt, remorse, humiliation, fear or feeling "dirty"/sinful do have their place, but they should be reserved for things that actively alienate, violate or denigrate others.  As long as you're exploring this kink on your own in priva
te, who are you hurting?  [Stop here & breathe for a second before reading on.  In, 2...3...4.  Out, 2...3...4.  Good]  Really think about the question: who are you hurting or even affecting in ANY way by exploring this side of yourself?  Who will ever know, and in the grand scheme of things, how will history be changed by it? 

Answer:  It won't.

If your friends are the source of the bad vibes, maybe it's time to find some better friends or pull back and roll solo for a while.  Same goes for judgmental family members.  You don't have to disclose your personal fetish to determine whether they're bringing you down:  simply cut back on the amount of time you spend around them and see if you feel any lighter.  If yes then you have your answer.  This is one of the biggest perks of being an adult:  being able to decide who stays in your life and who gets walking papers.  Don't let it go to waste because there aren't a whole lot of other perks to being an adult and having bills to pay.


Step #2:  Learn about other fetishes/paraphilias.  You'll quickly see ours is tame by comparison.  Yes, that's coming from a biased Omorashi-lover, but there's also the unbiased fact that urine is not a disease vector like so many other bodily fluids, and wetting oneself is not capable of causing serious physical harm like BDSM, autoerotic asphyxiation or fetishes involving human blood (ex. - vampirism.  Yes, that's a real thing.  Like I said, look it up on Google or another search engine).  🧛   Note I said capable of causing serious harm, not guaranteed to.  I'm not here to shame or degrade those other fetishes.

While pee is not sterile and shouldn't be consumed or rubbed into the eyes or open wounds, it's no more dangerous than tears or saliva in terms of infectious disease spread.  That technically makes it safer than both vaginal fluid and semen/sperm as well as feces, blood, vomit & breastmilk, which can transmit illnesses like HIV, hepatitis, E. coli/Salmonella, C. diff, norovirus and more.  So why the irrational societal disgust response to it?  Ignorance, potty-training era propaganda & social pressure, that's really it.   🤔


Step #3:  Find other like-minded souls & learn from them.  Simply observing how many other men and women enjoy the exact same thing you do can be very liberating and can normalize what currently feels abnormal to you.  Seek out these communities, sign up for discussion boards, chat groups and more online and just lurk a while if needed.  Once you feel comfortable, start a thread or ask how others were able to overcome their feelings of shame or guilt & take a page from their book.  While paraphilias will never be "mainstream" by their very definition, you can help bring them out of the shadows simply by talking about them, even anonymously online like I'm doing now.  Doing so can also help you feel more normal and "human" when you see just how many other functioning, intelligent people out there share the same trait as you.


Step #4:  Practice "letting go" as often as possible.   As they say, practice makes perfect.  There's no better way to get over your fear than to face it head-on.  As children we live under the strict rule of parents, teachers, coaches, religious leaders, babysitters & other guardians who monitor our every move.  Of course this is in exchange for having all our bills paid and our financial needs met so it's a decent trade-off.  But one of the few true joys of adulthood is having the freedom to explore & express who we truly are at our core--what makes us, US rather than a second-rate spinoff of our parents or guardians.  Our sexuality is one small facet of that. 

Whenever the urge arises and you have the time/privacy, grant yourself the permission to explore this side of yourself in more depth, and make a pact with yourself that you will try not to dwell in shame too long afterward.  (This part also requires repetition and practice, as these "dirty" feelings tend to wane over time).  If you find yourself overcome by a wave of "icky" or dark feelings, take some deep breaths and return to this article, a relevant thread on a chat forum or some other thing you've bookmarked that brings you a measure of peace about this issue. 

If you still require extra support, reach out to an anonymous Omo friend on one of the forums, or try journaling about it in as much detail as possible (throwing the paper or document away immediately afterward for privacy, of course).  These things aren't always easy but they're guaranteed to both distract you in the moment AND help you work through the bad feelings over time.  Sometimes the only way out is THROUGH.  Plus, you deserve to have fun while you're still young and healthy enough to enjoy it.  Life's too short to deprive yourself of basic sexual pleasure as long as it harms no one else.  


When in Doubt, Lean on Facts

Number of people harmed by this activity:  0.

When in doubt, it's best to lean on facts instead of emotions.  I often remind people that wetting is the "natural" (default) setting for us humans & was something we ALL did before our guardians molded us into automatons during potty training.  Like wearing clothes or drinking through straws, we're the only animal on Earth that does it (uses toilets).  If we're being honest, it's the practice of herding ourselves into public bathroom stalls or whipping it out at urinals every time we need to piss that's really bizarre.  Think about how odd that is for a minute:  depantsing or whipping it out and draining your bladder next to a total stranger in a little poorly cleaned room known as a 'public bathrooom'.  Yet nobody questions it.  This alone shows that "the majority" isn't always rational, unbiased or right.  Being a sexual minority is not equivalent to being a sexual deviant.  The difference is consent & consideration for the rights/feelings of others.

As for learning to let go & enjoy it, start by going in places that feel safe/private, such as over the toilet or in the bath tub (empty or while bathing/showering) with the bathroom door locked, or in the backyard when your roommates are gone.  If you have diapers or an incontinence mat ($20 on Amazon or eBay), you can also use your own bed when everyone's asleep.  Privacy, planning (time, place, clothing fabric, alibi), timely cleanup and basic tech OPSEC are key.

Note that a little embarrassment or awkward feeling about anything sexual is perfectly normal.  Sex & masturbation are a private act and these feelings help ensure we keep it that way.  Also. the people online who seem so open about this (like me) are using anonymous usernames and likely aren't nearly as open about it in their everyday lives, as they shouldn't be.  While everyone has their turn-ons, others shouldn't be subjected to them against their will.  As long as you observe excellent personal hygiene & keep your activities between you and your kinkster friends, there's nothing TO be ashamed about!

The only way out is THROUGH (the panties).  🫠

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Discreet Mini Bullet Vibrator Review

So I bought a new (very cheap) thing:  It goes buzz and is VERY small unlike my last deceptively wide toy.  It's called the "Discreet Mini Bullet Vibrator" from Amazon, complete with 10 modes, waterproof design (a must!) & a sleek, small, easy to transport/conceal size & shape.  My options are pretty limited when shopping for this type of item because nearly all of them are ginormous & look like they're made for barnyard animals rather than women.  (Anybody else ever notice this?  Surely someone has!)  🐴  I doubt it's "one size fits all" in the sex toy department but I digress.   

This one is indeed small, but one thing jumps out at me right away: it's also "sharp" and pointy on the end rather than rounded which doesn't look all that comfy.  But I'm withholding judgment until I've tried it, which will unfortunately have to be another day because I canNOT figure out what type of adapter to use with it, as the writing on mine is all microscopic and in a language I don't understand.  (Which measurement should I go by when determining if this charger cord is compatible with my adapter?  Volts, Hz, "A", input, output, db, mA or something else?)

"Can be and IS" lol.  

Update:  I spoke with the seller, who was extremely friendly and helpful.  Apparently my chargers are both compatible, I was just not inserting the cord end far enough into the, uhh, hole. When you do it lights up blue on the end and begins blinking.  Charge time is around 60 minutes and it holds a charge around that long, which tends to be way longer than I'd need in one go.  (Well, let me not lie on myself lol).    

This feels amazing on the clit and actually creates a kind of stimulation I haven't felt before down there.  It's also nice on the inside, but don't neglect the outer parts because WOWZA.  The "sharpness" doesn't actually hurt but I still think it's an odd design choice.  All in all this is a powerful and affordable option if you're looking for something smaller that vibrates.  Oh yeah, it was only $9.79 with tax & shipping.  Damn good quality & service for not much dinero.

Pros:  Cheap, ships lightning-fast, tiny & sleek, discreet packaging, powerful, feels great inside or outside.

Cons:  Unclear charging instructions.  

Shara and Gers Github Archive

 

For all my old heads who love dirty pipi stories both true & fictional, Shara & Gers at the easyshag.com domain long reigned as the premier site for all things Omo.  Then one day in 2020 it went *poof* without warning, leaving behind a lot of sad peerotica fans in its wake. 

But wait!  As with many internet sagas of this kind, a hero swooped in and saved us, archiving all (or most) of the site's beautiful hard work for posterity.  It can now be found at this free Github drop address.  User Sumireko Usami has clearly put in a shit-ton (piss-ton?) of work to bring us this extensive archive, so big shout-out to them.  🙏

If there's a pee or Omo site out there you enjoy, please take a few moments right now and add the link to Archive.org or Archive.is.  We need archivists to document and preserve these sites for future generations because too much hard work and talent is poured into them to have them simply disappear when a web hosting site decides to fold.  Think of all the old Geocities, Anglefire and Tripod sites that are no longer around for that reason.  It's a shame and shouldn't be that way.  (Shakes fist at sky).

A Collection of True Airplane Wetting Stories

(This is Part II to a similar article, "A Collection of True Car Wetting Stories").

I recently read a highly detailed story of a man who wet himself on a flight and had to walk through the airport to baggage claim soaking wet.  This got me thinking:  how common are in-flight pee accidents?  Like long bus or car trips, long flights come with a high risk of witnessing (or experiencing, if you struggle with continence) an accident.  Not only can passengers often not access the precious few toilets on the plane due to long lines, sleeping seat neighbors or turbulence, they've often tanked up on caffeine prior to boarding due to the abundance of coffee shops in airports or alcohol due to the prevalence of flight anxiety.  Both of these are diuretics that increase desperation considerably, as can anxiety itself.  Throw in a few unexpected delays & taxis around the runway and you have a real recipe for wetting accidents.  ✈💦

As expected, I found numerous detailed first- and second-person wetting stories online from flight attendants, passengers and pilots alike.  Enjoy!

Woman forced to sit in her own urine for 7 hours after wetting during a 2-hour delay

Humiliated Woman Who Wet Herself In Flight Receives Sweet Message from Pilot

Long thread of flight attendants recounting "close calls" they personally experienced

Not sure why this warranted a whole story unless someone at this site is an Omo lover, but here ya go.

Pilot discusses the need for in-flight relief and the "piddle pack"

Detailed account of wetting in flight and blaming it on spilt water

Woman faints, twice, and wets self (also twice) on 2 flights

Mom tells daughter to pee her pants on Southwest flight for very reasonable reason

...and a reminder why "whipping it out" is a BAD idea on a commercial airliner.  If you're about to have an accident, you'd better either piss your pants or discreetly find a way to use a bottle/other container because this guy got screwed.  On 2nd thought, scrap the container idea.   😬

Honestly most of these stories just made me mad.  While it's not cool to drunkenly whip it out and do a protest piss in the aisles in front of a crowd of horrified captive onlookers, some of these accidents are totally understandable.  In fact, airlines need to ease up on their passenger bathroom policies because expecting people to choose between wetting their pants or facing hefty fines, jail time or grounded flights for discreetly relieving themselves in a cup or similar after hours of delays is fucking belligerent. 

In the meantime, I would strongly suggest wearing a diaper or pull-up on flights longer than 2 hours even if you don't usually struggle with bladder issues.  Because believe me, it's preferable to being trapped in a window seat with the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign lit up & 5 more hours left before landing, the turbulence making your bladder ricochet off your insides like a lightweight child in a Moon Bounce.  🫨 😵‍💫

Ever had an accident or close call on an airplane?  Love to hear about it!  

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My Crazy Experiment/Best of Both Worlds

 

It's drizzling outside--the first true rainy day of the year & I get the crazy idea to try wearing a diaper on the OUTSIDE of my panties and tights.  Why would one do something so silly, you ask?  I prefer the sensation of wetting clothes but prefer the mess-free experience of diapers so why not get the best of both worlds?  

I'd tanked up on lots of water & herbal tea, a special diuretic blend that makes me need to go BAD.  As I lie here on my back releasing spurts on myself, I note how snug the pants feel under the diaper which is holding all that wet cloth against my bush, though I've got a towel under my ass to absorb any excess leakage.  My vibrator is charging on the nightstand & I'm just lying here in the dark, listening to the rain and gradually pissing my diapants/pantsper (stop trying to make fetch happen).  I must say it's a unique sensation:  not as warm as wetting a diaper & maybe a tad colder than just wearing wet pants.  But the extra pressure holding it all in feels soooo yummy.  

Squatting big to finish

I can already feel dampness creeping down the legs as I lie here, wondering how long I can keep up this charade.  The diaper feels warm to the touch on the outside & is holding my pissy panties soooo close to my pussy.   Uh-oh:  I just released a huge spurt that would've definitely made a mess had it not been for the diaper, yet the towel is still almost completely dry.  More water down the hatch, I gotta keep this experiment going!  I stop to take some pics while waiting for my bladder to refill so you can see what this madness looks like (see above... and below).

Eventually I pop a squat & just let the rest go with my legs spread wide on the bathroom floor.  The diaper still hasn't technically "leaked," and when I return to the bedroom to look at the towel, there are only 2 tiny wet spots... far less than if I'd just peed through pants.  It's so dry it could be used after a bath to dry off, though I wouldn't do that because it's gross.  While this may not be my preferred method due to the unconventional nature, I definitely plan to try it again.  Not only does it absorb wetness so I can keep playing longer, it feels really good--different from just pissing in pants.  I suggest anyone who loves pants-wetting or only uses diapers for convenience give it a try at least once.  

Postscript:  So after lying in bed reading wetting smut, I used my vibe and emptied myself completely on nothing but a towel on the bed.  No panties, just naked pussy on the bed.  I didn't even need to pee and the wetness kept spraying out!  I finished on the toilet and made a huge mess... looks like a sprinkler went off in there.  😅  Felt like the vibe was hitting both my bladder and my G-spot at the same time and ohhhh man.  I'm fucking spent.

The End (?)