Hey everyone, it's Victoria here. As most of you have read, I haven't been feeling my best lately. It's been a rough patch, but a few weeks ago, I decided to take a small risk. I went out for a night of fun – yes, alcohol and dancing, just like I love. You've heard me talk about how much joy I get from those nights. Nothing beats hitting the dance floor, dancing
'til your feet ache and having those few drinks that make everything seem lighter and honestly, those nights make my bladder so full and happy. I always end up giggling and laughing at how much I need to pee after a couple of drinks. It's a little fun inside joke I share with myself.
But that night took a turn. I danced a bit too hard, as I often do when I get carried away. I was so into my groove that I twisted my ankle badly. The pain hit hard
and I knew I'd overdone it. It swelled and I couldn't walk properly and getting around the house became a huge struggle. Every movement was uncomfortable
and I quickly realized I couldn't do everything on my own anymore. That's when I decided to ask for help.
One of my friends,
Alexa. who's connected through a friend, offered to come by and check on me. She's a kind person
and to my surprise, she agreed to pop round and help out. We really hit it off and ended up laughing and joking over a lot of tea, which, as you might guess, runs right through me – and it was pretty obvious that her bladder wasn't loving it either! We kept refilling our cups, sharing stories
and enjoying each other's company. It was a really nice moment, even with my ankle hurting and me hobbling around.
Now, here's where my mischievous side kicked in. I started thinking, "Could I get her bladder to burst before she even asks to go?" I remembered how she's such a nervous chatterbox and that I could tell if someone needed to pee just by listening to their voice and watching their actions. I mean, she talks a lot and tends to ramble on without noticing her own needs. She seemed pretty shy about asking where the bathroom was, which was adorable. She hesitated every time she needed to go out to her car, looking nervous and fidgeting, which was even cuter. I saw my chance. I quickly slipped away and used the hall toilet to pee, knowing she'd be gone for a bit. Watching her desperately keep it all in was amusing – I felt a thrill seeing her trying to hide her desperation.
I couldn't resist teasing her a little more. I decided to have her make us another cup of tea, knowing she'd want one to settle her nerves.
I have a tiny disc recorder – something I keep in my basement bathroom behind the toilet. It's a little gadget I use to capture moments like this. Sitting there, drinking my tea and thanking God for my huge bladder, I watched her twist in her seat, her bladder clearly full but not saying a word, really suffering. There was a silent pause and suddenly she blurted soomething about a toilet, I acted surprised and I gave her directions to go downstairs for privacy, but I knew I wouldn't hear her from where I was, so I was so glad I had left the recorder on.
She was gone for about five minutes, which made me eager to see if my plan had worked perfectly. Honestly, I couldn't wait to see her calm and upright posture when she returned instead of her walking bent up double.
When she returned I told her it was my turn to pee and so then I took a quick, hilarious bumpety bump slide down the stairs on my backside just to add some humor to the situation. I figured, why not? It's all in good fun if it makes me laugh.
This is only a short sample of the actual recording
When I played back the recording and heard her struggling to piss, I couldn't help but let out a wicked, almost Disney villain giggle. Her huge, loud, copious pee – the way she finally let everything go – it made me feel so victorious, listening to the recording of her trying to pee, her bladder was so tightly packed with vast amounts of her 3 mugs of tea, it was so exciting to hear she kept squeezing and spurting. I'd never done anything like this before, but it gave me such a rush. Seeing her helpless and full of pee, all desperately hidden from my eyes until the very last second up until when she couldn't bear the pain any longer, it made me realize how much I enjoy these little games.
She actually offered to come back again soon, which surprises me. What do you guys think? Are we impressed by her? Or do you want me to include more 'guest stars' in future work? I love sharing these moments, especially while I figure out ways to get around with my ankle stil hurting.
Anyway, that's the full story. I had a blast and so did Alexa and I can't wait for the next round of pee holding fun. Lots of laughs, a little mischief
and plenty of surprises. Hope you enjoyed hearing about it all. Until next time!
Kisses, V
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