Pooped
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Posted:Jan 14, 2023 12:53 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2023 2:48 pm 4900 Views
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I ACCIDENTALLY pooped my pants in public four times.
I was 11 the first time, and I was walking home in my catholic school uniform. Suddenly I felt a cramp and then I was desperately trying to hold it in while running home. I was five blocks from home when I couldn't hold it anymore and it filled my white cotton panties. There was a group of high school students hanging around the corner store, and when they smelled me they started following me and making fun of me.
The second time was freshman year. I wasn't feeling great and ended up shitting myself. It oozed through my ass cheeks and into my crotch as I sat at my desk. I was mortified. I didn't know what to do. Then the girl next to me raised her hand and said "Mr. Daniels. Jaded shit herself."
The third time was at my part-time job as a server at a family restaurant. Our uniforms included black leggings. We were really busy on a Friday evening. One of the other servers was out so I was constantly running back and forth from the kitchen to my tables. I didn't even get my 15-minute break. I was serving a family of five when I filled my leggings. That was my last shift at that restaurant lol. And to compound my shame, a number of my classmates were there eating with their families so the news spread around the school like wildfire.
And the last time was on a plane. I woke up during a long flight and had to go really bad. All the restrooms were in use and I just couldn’t hold it any longer. Having no idea what else to do, I gingerly reached up to press the call button. I say gingerly because I had to raise up a little to reach and I didn’t want to worsen the situation.
A flight attendant helped me out of my pantyhose, underwear, and skirt and stuffed them into a plastic bag. She had me go into the forward bathroom to clean the shit off my ass and thighs. She gave me a blanket to wrap around myself. Since the flight was full I had to do the walk of shame back to my seat. My face burned with shame for the last two hours of the flight. I waited until everyone else had deplaned before getting out of my seat. The pilot and flight attendants were waiting at the front of the door to thank me for flying American. As I left the flight attendant handed me the bag of my filthy clothes.
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The picnic
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Posted:Dec 22, 2022 9:02 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2023 2:25 pm 5296 Views
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You have a unused half bath off the back room you never use, so you decide to put it to good use. Above the toilet you tape a sign that says “#2 only.” You do some custom plumbing to the toilet...water goes to the sewer and “solids” head down another pipe. You also install a urinal. The drain from this joins the “solids” pipe from the toilet. Now, this pipe joins a clear plastic tube that leads to the top of a clear acrylic tank in the basement, like an extra large aquarium. There’s a one way vent tube protruding from the top, designed to let air escape as the tank fills. There’s also an overflow valve...if the tank becomes full, the excess sewage will be shunted to the sewer system (to avoid unsightly toilet backups). There’s hidden webcams in the bathroom and more positioned around the aquarium.
The neighborhood association has been looking for somewhere to host weekly barbecues. They’ll supply the charcoal and brats, plus a couple kegs of beer. You have a nice large backyard, and the back bathroom is easily reached through the sliding door off the deck. So you volunteer. And then you sign up on a webcam site, and you start advertising that there will be a must see live broadcast each week (coinciding with the neighborhood barbecue oddly enough).
I’m excited about the barbecue..I’m looking forward to meeting everyone since you’ve pretty much kept me in my cage in the basement. But, as I’m getting ready for the party, you’re waiting for me outside the shower. When I step out, towel wrapped around me, you tell me you have a surprise for me. You tell me to close my eyes and put my hands behind my back. First, I feel the blindfold slip over my head. Then the handcuffs snapping around my wrists. I’m confused but excited, so I bite my lip and don’t say a word. You lead me down the stairs to the basement. There, you tease my mouth open with the ring gag, then secure it tightly around my head. You help me climb into the aquarium and lay down on my side. Handcuffs are also snapped around my ankles, and my ankles are tugged up behind me, the handcuff chain tied to the cuffs around my wrist. Then the top of the aquarium is locked closed. Still I say nothing.
You step back to admire your work. You smile at what you see...my small body naked and hogtied, mouth held wide open, inside an aquarium that’s not much larger, maybe six inches between me and the top. You check the lighting and make sure that the webcams will start broadcasting automatically after the party starts. Before the guests arrive, you post signs “restroom -->” pointing guests the right way.
Everyone is thrilled by the turnout. Almost a hundred people stopped by! The only downside was the long line for the bathroom!
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Dear Santa
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Posted:Dec 19, 2022 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2022 12:50 pm 5284 Views
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I've been a very naughty girl!
My wish list:
Tower of pain
Spandex Hood with Mouth Opening
Leather Head Harness with Ball Gag
Handcuffs.
Shower enema system
Huge Inflatable enema butt plug
Double Balloon Enema Nozzle
Spread Em Stainless Steel Poker Labia Clamp with Adjustable Pressure Screws
64X Electro-Spread Vibrating and Estim Silicone Butt Plug
Vaginal Electrosex Electrode
Chrome Slave Bracelet
Clamp to Clit Thigh Restraint kit
Pet Crawler Bondage Set
Squat Anal Impaler with Spreader Bar and Cuffs
Stainless Steel Anal Expander
Satin Finish Moaner Electrode
Leather Neck Corset
Total Sensory Deprivation Leather Hood
Metal Bondage Fiddle
Ultimate Leather Hood
Love Glider Fucking Machine
Sex machine with remote
Will work for "food"
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Big Bad Wolf
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Posted:Dec 15, 2022 1:10 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2023 4:38 pm 5949 Views
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Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good.
You’re everything a big bad Wolf could want.
Little Red Riding Hood
I don’t think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old
woods alone.
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Infibulation
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Posted:Dec 14, 2022 7:43 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2022 4:31 pm 5556 Views
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noun
The practice of excising the clitoris and labia of a girl or woman and stitching together the edges of the vulva to prevent sexual intercourse.
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Cleaning lady - rough draft
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Posted:Dec 13, 2022 7:04 pm
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2022 11:18 am 5912 Views
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So there I am, on my knees in the men’s room of a friend’s bar. I’m naked, wearing nothing but a tight fitting blindfold. I’m chained to the leg? of the stall by shackles and thick black zip ties bind my wrists behind me. A sign around my neck reads “complimentary cock cleaning.”
A friend had arranged a private party for me at his bar. Well, it really wasn’t for me. It was a World Cup watch party for his friends, friends that won’t mind a little adult entertainment at their party.
After a few drinks (and a little cannabis, too) I had jokingly mentioned that “a friend” (aka Google) had shown me this porn clip that featured a girl chained to a urinal. He asked what I thought so I said, it’s sexy, but where are you going to find a bar owner that’ll allow a woman to be chained to a urinal in their establishment. Blushing, I had hastily changed the topic after that.
As the night wears on I loose track of how many different cocks I “cleaned.” Later in the evening, and I assume, many drinks, some of the men take advantage of the situation and have me “cleaning” their asses too. And, to my delight, some of them pee on me. I love the smell of urine, especially in my hair. After it dries it’s like a cloud of “eau de toilet” wafting from my hair. And I love how the taste lingers on my tongue for hours.
It’s a shame I am blindfolded. Some of the cocks fit my mouth perfectly (fat, but not so fat that it won’t fit down my throat, and long enough to make a bulge in my throat. Bonus points for foreskin) and fuck my face just right. I’ll never know to whom they belong.
No one attempts to fuck me, or even finger me. I don’t even think it occurs to them, which is fine by me.
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Traffic stop - rough draft
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Posted:Dec 8, 2022 8:06 pm
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2023 4:37 pm 5819 Views
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I was pulled over on the way to work. I panicked; I have a lot of unpaid tickets. The officers yells at me over the PA to get out of my car and put my my hands on the trunk. Thinking that I might be able to “convince” the officer not to take me in, I hiked my skirt up around my waist and shimmied my panties down around my thighs. I lay on the trunk lid with my arms spread wide, feet spread wide apart.
I could hear him approach me. He presses my face against the cold trunk. He grabs one wrist and twists my arm behind my back. Then he snapped handcuffs on my wrist, grabbed my other arm and twisted it behind my back too. “I’m handcuffing you for my safety” he whispered in my ear as he grinds his crotch against my ass. I felt his hard erection against my ass. He yanked me upright and then bends down to pull up my panties. He left my skirt around my waist and lead me to the curb where he tells me to sit.
My bare ass froze on the cold wet concrete,. My skirt was still around my waist, and my legs spread out in front of me. My tiny panties left little to the imagination.
He quickly shines his flashlight around the inside of my car before coming over and shining the light down into my face.
“I’m going to have to issue you a citation for indecent exposure and attempting to bribe an officer”. He glanced at me, then at his crotch, and then back me suggestively. I took the hint.
I struggled to my knees and knelt there in the street between our cars, waiting for him to pull out his cock.
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Saran Wrap
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Posted:Nov 14, 2022 10:01 pm
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2022 11:59 am 6044 Views
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Home alone. I’m watching Don’t Worry Darling on HBO Max in my favorite pink onesie covered in hearts. I pour myself a bourbon and remember that I have cannabis. Trainwreck. It get’s me so horny. I roll a joint and use the stove to light it; I start a bath, Nice and warm. I love my jetted tub.
I go to the kitchen to fetch my bourbon and, on impulse, the roll of saran wrap. I keep meaning to put it on my shopping list, but there was still a good 4 or 5 feet left. On the way back I dig my Lelo Sona from where its stuck between the mattress and headboard.
I walk into the bathroom and find that the tub is nearly full. I shut the water off so there’d be room for me. I strip off my pajamas, stop to admire myself in the mirror and get into the tub.
I languidly soak in the tub for a while, enjoying my Maker’s Mark and Trainwreck. I am wasted! The combination of bourbon and cannabis, along with my depraved thoughts drive my craving..I need cock! But I’m home alone.
I stand up and grab the Saran Wrap. I take the roll out of the box (thinking how the cutting edge has sex toy potential), and start to wrap the Saran Wrap tightly around my head. Nine times. I lower myself in the hot water and blindly hunt for my vibrator; the Saran Wrap makes it almost impossible to see.
I masturbate vigorously. The water intensifies the Sona’s pulses. I can’t hold my breath for very long, and I open my mouth wide to inhale, and start to panic when I can’t. With one hand I try to to tear at the Saran Wrap while still jamming the Sona against my clit with the other. I can feel my orgasm coming, building in my belly. Oh gawd it’s going to be good. Just before it hits, my body spasms and my head slides under the water. I truly panic, thrashing about, desperately trying to breathe, Wet Saran Wrap suffocating me.
That’s when it hit. The most intense orgasm of my life. It rolls over me like a wave, sweeping me along. It feels like forever. Fireworks explode before my eyes.
My body jerks as I run out of air, my head sliding under one last time.
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Bus Trip Part 3: Desperation
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Posted:Sep 21, 2022 8:47 am
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2022 9:42 am 6528 Views
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The bus doesn’t leave. The driver gets out without a word and we are left sitting in the sweltering bus. I began to squirm in my seat, my bladder starting to send urgent “you’ve got to pee” messages. I look over my shoulder, searching for the bathroom. It’s about ten rows back. Every aisle seat is filled and I didn’t look forward to another walk of shame. Reluctantly, I get out of my seat and excuse myself, “sorry, sister, I need to slip past.”
“Are you getting off?” she asks. Not yet said the little devil on my shoulder.
“I just need to pee.” Once again I squeeze by her, my nylon clad ass in her face, my face hot and red. Slowly I gingerly make my way down the aisle, the steel dildos poking my distended bladder. I keep my eyes down, but I can still feel the stares and hear the judgmental whispers. I get to the bathroom only to find it locked, with an “out of order” sign taped to the door. Someone sniggers as I try to press my thighs together in desperation. I turn and start towards the front of the bus, hoping that I can hold it until I get to the bathroom, but it was not to be. Just before I reach the front of the bus, I can feel a little trickle of pee run down my leg. I start running, the dildos inside me making the situation even more desperate. As soon as I start to step down the stairs the trickle becomes a gush and I jump for it, and then squat there by the side of the bus, urine, blocked by the chastity belt, sprays everywhere. People turn and stare, others point and say, “mom, she’s peeing her pants.” The homeless men cheer.
I start to cry.
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Bus Trip Part 2: The Bus Station
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Posted:Sep 20, 2022 5:48 pm
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2022 6:40 pm 6166 Views
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I could feel his eyes on my body as I walked to the car, and once again I could feel my face get hot with embarrassment. He definitely could not keep his eye off my crotch area. I suppose the way I was walking didn’t help. Between the wideness of the chastity belt between my legs and the fat steel dildos moving inside me each step I took, I was gingerly waddling down the front steps. Getting into the Prius was another challenge, the chastity belt was very tight and very stiff, and I gasped as I dropped into the seat. The belt bit into my pelvis and the steel dildos did not bend to accommodate my new position. “Bus station, east 7th” I gasped. He asked me if I was sure, “that’s a really sketchy area.” I said “yes, please” and off we went.
Each bump and pothole was torture as the dildos moved inside me, hard steel rubbing together. Thankfully the bus station was only 10 minutes away. Every time I glanced up, I could see his eyes in the mirror, checking out my tits. I’d paid for the Uber in the app, but I was at a loss as to how I was going to tip the driver. I knew what I had to offer, my mouth and my hands, but would he want that?
As we neared the station, I could see all the grubby homeless, mostly men, but a few women, hanging out on the sidewalk, some of them shouting at the sky, others clutching bottles or cans in brown paper bags. As we pulled up to the curb, I cleared my throat and said, “I’d like to give you a really good tip, but I forgot my wallet and phone at the house. I’d like to do something for you, if you want”, biting my lip and blushing. He looked at me in the mirror questioningly. “I could suck your cock” I whispered, my eyes lowered, blushing madly.
“What? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I can suck your cock”, I almost shouted.
He jumped out of the car and opened my door. For a minute I thought he was going to drag me out of the car, but instead he said “move over’ and sat next to me as I scooted over. I nuzzled my face into his neck, whispering dirty things and licking his neck behind his ear as I fondled his cock through his jeans. He had a very large cock.
“I have to hurry,” he said, “my wife is expecting me home for breakfast.” I clumsily scooted off the seat onto the floor, the chastity belt and dildos once again making it difficult. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down around his knees so I could get to his balls and taint. I took his cock in my hand and nuzzled my face in his scrotum, delighting in the smell. Then I slowly ran my tongue from his balls up to the tip of his cock, stopping a moment to tease the sensitive underside before swallowing his entire cock, my nose pressed against his pubic bone. He grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth hard and fast and came within seconds, shooting his cum down my throat. As he pulled out, he rubbed his wet cock on my face before tucking it back into his underwear and pulling up his pants. I looked up to see homeless men looking through the windows.
“Now get the fuck out of my car slut.”
I have to admit that excited me almost as much as having his cock in my mouth. I grabbed my little bag and headed into the station. I didn’t have my phone or my ticket and I needed to find my bus.
As I stood in line, I suddenly felt hands groping my ass, then a man whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck the shit of you . Just you wait.” His breath stank of cigarettes and stale cheap beer, and he reeked, as if he hadn’t showered in a long, long time. I felt him take his cock out and he starts to masturbate, his cock poking my ass. As his hand moved under my crop top it slid up exposing both tits. He starts squeezing my tit and pinching my nipple hard.
And yet I stood there and did nothing, his stinking breath in my ear as he called me a fucking and more. Finally he came, shooting his semen onto my rear. I pulled my top down and turned around. I recognized him as one of the homeless men that had me suck the Uber driver’s cock. “Thank you” I told him. “Can I ask you a favor? I’ll suck your cock in return if you want.”
As we walked to the mens room I explained that I needed him to fasten the collar around my neck. There was another cluster of homeless men loitering around the mens room. Greetings were exchanged, and the man that had ejaculated on my ass said loudly “this bitch is going to suck my cock.”
So three of his friends followed us in and crowded around the stall as I got on my knees on the hard sticky floor. The bathroom reeked of urine and old cigarettes. I handed him the collar and little wrench and explained what I needed. He laughed at me and told me “you really are a dirty , aren’t you?” After the collar was securely fastened around my neck, he threw the wrench into the toilet and spit on my face when I started to protest. “You can get it once you’re done sucking my cock.”
With that he dropped his pants. His underwear was disgusting. Once white, they were now a dirty gray, with shit stains crusted on the back and yellow piss stains in the front, and the smell was foul. As I took his cock in my mouth, someone behind me pulled down my tights, exposing the chastity belt. “Look at that. Bitch has her cunt locked up!” Laughter all around. As I started sucking his cock I gagged, almost vomiting from the taste and smell. Having just cum, he lasted a surprisingly long time before pulling out and cumming on my face. As I started to get up, someone behind me said “oh no, honey, you’re not finished yet!” I turned around to see his three friends with their hard cocks out.
As I took the next cock into my mouth, another of the men said “bro, make her lick your ass.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, turned around, reached back and forced my face in his ass. “Go on, lick it bitch.” The taste was horrifying, yet I felt myself getting wet. I started humping the air as I licked his ass, my hands on his hips pulling him closer, trying to get off on the dildos inside me. I moaned with frustration, eliciting another round of laughter and jeers from the men. “Look at that cunt lick ass.” So now I had to lick their asses too, and then suck their cocks, letting them cum on my face. Finally I was allowed to fish around in the urine-filled toilet for the Allen wrench.
When my fingers finally found the wrench, I heard them announce my bus. I rushed out of the bathroom, pulling up my tights as I waddled out and totally forgetting the semen drying on my face. I found my bus and climbed onboard. I felt the stares and heard the whispers as I made my way down the aisle to my seat. It’s then that I saw that, sitting next to me on the aisle, was a catholic nun. I excused myself and squeezed past her to my window seat, my nylon clad ass (with cum stain and chastity belt showing through) right in her face.
I settled into my seat, thinking to myself that this was going to be the longest 7 hours of my life.
To be continued.
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