For fun

You step slowly a few feet behind your master as you try to keep your thighs clenched tight in a desperate attempt to hold back the building pressure in your bladder. Your master made sure you drank plenty of water before he brought you out.

He also made you put in the largest vibrating buttplug you could handle and on top of that, he made you put on a pair of jeans that were about half a size too small. Just tight enough to press uncomfortably into your stomach putting more pressure on your already overfull bladder.

The plug in your ass buzzes away stirring it up more. It’s taking all of you self-control to take even a single step without leaking.

Suddenly your master comes to a dead stop nearly causing you to bump into him, the impact would have definitely made you lose control.

Before you can ask him why he stopped he turns to face you.

“Stay still.” He orders firmly and walks behind you.

You feel his hand brush against your belly, the feeling is enough to make you yelp and nearly let loose but you manage to hold it for the moment. Though control once again threatens to abandon you as he leans in and gently blows on the back of your neck.

A few people nearby look at the two of you with annoyance at what they assume that this is merely in a case extreme PDA. Though they have no idea just how extreme it’s about to become.

You whimper softly as your master presses on your stomach a little harder while his other hand gives you a firm swat on the ass jolting the plug and causing it to brush the perfect spot sending the vibrations directly into your bladder.

The triple combination of the vibrations, the overly tight pants, and the added pressure of your master’s hand on your belly proves to be too much.

There is a flood of hot wetness spreading through your crotch. You can feel it soaking through your panties and jeans before dribbling to the floor. You can almost hear the force of the stream.

You can’t help but groan at the warm wet feeling of fresh pee overflowing you panties and running down your legs and soaking into your socks. You know that your shoes will probably be ruined as you can already feel your toes squishing in the piss that’s being absorbed by the fabric.

You can hear the gasp of shock and disgust from those around you. Mixed in with that though is a bit of laughter and some cat calls. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see flashes from cameras.

It seems that you are drawing quite the crowd, more and more people are gathering to see just what’s so interesting and with each new voyeur comes a fresh reaction.

Still pissing you feel your face flush with humiliation. You can’t stop the flood of urine if you wanted to, not that you do. It feels so good to pee after holding it for so long, under so much pressure, and knowing that so many people are watching only makes it better.

As the pressure in your bladder is relieved and your embarrassment takes its place you feel the strength leave your legs and you fall to your knees soaking your pants even more. You can actually smell yourself.

Sharp ammonia stings your nose as the puddle you are sitting in starts to cool already. Looking around you see a gamut of expressions.

Disgust, pity, confusion, desire. But as you look back toward your Master it is not his face that you notice.

It is the very prominent bulge in his pants. He’s rock hard.

You know that as soon as he can he’ll pull your pants down and fuck you hard and fast while mocking you for wetting yourself in public.

And you can’t wait for it.