Anonymous
Thu, 6 Dec 01, 10:38 AM
In my "More Psychology" post I mentioned the girl who had first interested me in wetting games and who found out how to use threats of wetting to get things she wanted. Here's the way it happened.
When I was a boy there was a girl who lived next door called Stella. We lived in a seaside town and we often used to go and play on the beach together. One day, while we were playing, Stella said she badly needed to pee. She was standing with her hand between her legs. Then she said she couldn't be bothered to walk all the way to the toilets. She looked around and then told me to keep look out to make sure no-one was watching Then she squatted down in the sand and just peed in her swimsuit.
I was so amazed that I forgot to keep look out and just stared at the stream of wee spurting out from between her legs. She looked up and saw I was looking and just grinned.
Later that day she confided in me that she often peed in her swimsuit on the beach. What's the point, she said, in walking all the way to the toilets? You could easily pee in your swimsuit without anyone seeing and anyway "it feels ace"
I went home that night still pondering on the idea of peeing yourself feeling ace. It certainly wasn't anything I had ever thought of. However, a few days later I found myself in need of a pee while we were playing and Stella dared me to pee in my swimsuit like she did. Well, I couldn't refuse the dare so I did and though, that first time I would not have described the feeling as "ace" I was surprised to find it quite pleasant.
Over the next few weeks I found that Stella did not confine her wetting to the beach and her swimsuit. She quite often peed in her knickers and seemed to know when she could get away with it. She seemed to delight in doing it in front of me and I eventually became quite fascinated with the sight of the spreading wet patch on her knickers and the stream of wee pouring into the grass. It was quite clear that she enjoyed the sensation of wetting herself. I never saw her have an "accident". It was always quite deliberate and calculated.
She often tried to persuade me to join in but I would only ever do it on the beach, never in the garden or the park. I did begin to enjoy my own wettings, though, and I looked forward to the opportunities to pee in my swimsuit on the beach.
One day we were left for the day in the care of Stella's 16 year old cousin. Gillian had been given money to take us to the beach funfair. After we had been there for about half an hour Stella demanded that Gillian buy us both ice creams. Gillian said there was no money left and she wasn't going to buy us ice creams out of her own money. A few minutes later Stella began to wriggle and hold her hand between her legs. She told Gillian she needed to pee and demanded to go to the toilet immediately. With a sigh Gillian set off towards the toilets with us in tow but the route took us right past the ice cream stall. As we passed it Stella, still holding herself tightly started up her demands for an ice cream again. By this time Gillian was obviously getting fed up with us and shouted no. Stella stood quite still and looked at Gillian.
"If you don't buy us ice creams I'll wet myself", she said.
"So?" Gillian said.
"So you'll have to take me home, you'll have to change my wet knickers and you'll get into trouble for not making sure I got to the toilet in time," said Stella.
"You wouldn't dare", said Gillian
"Oh yes I would", said Stella
"Well I'm not buying you one" said Gillian and she turned to walk away.
She clearly thought that Stella was bluffing and I must say I did too. So I think we were both fairly amazed when there was a sudden trickling sound and Stella was standing there with wee running down her legs and beginning to form a puddle around her feet. She stood there with both of us staring at her until her stream ended.
"I told you I would", she said quietly and turned and walked off in the direction of home with her wet skirt flapping around her legs. Several people were staring at her but it was quite clear that she did not care one bit.
Stella was quite right that Gillian would get into trouble for letting her wet herself and from then on, whenever Gillian was asked to look after us, the threat of "I'll wet", if used carefully was usually enough to get us small treats like ice creams. Later that summer Stella also began to use it successfully against her father when he was left in charge of us. It was clear that he did not relish the threat of having to change wet knickers and he usually gave in for an easy life.
I never had the bottle to try it myself and maybe it wouldn't have worked for a boy anyway. I have often wondered if any other girls or boys used the threat of wetting themselves as a way of getting what they want. Has anyone else come across it or was Stella quite unique?
I lost touch with her when the family moved away a couple of years later but I believe I have her to thank for initiating my interest in knicker wetting. I also often wonder if she is still fascinated by it herself, just like me.
When I was a boy there was a girl who lived next door called Stella. We lived in a seaside town and we often used to go and play on the beach together. One day, while we were playing, Stella said she badly needed to pee. She was standing with her hand between her legs. Then she said she couldn't be bothered to walk all the way to the toilets. She looked around and then told me to keep look out to make sure no-one was watching Then she squatted down in the sand and just peed in her swimsuit.
I was so amazed that I forgot to keep look out and just stared at the stream of wee spurting out from between her legs. She looked up and saw I was looking and just grinned.
Later that day she confided in me that she often peed in her swimsuit on the beach. What's the point, she said, in walking all the way to the toilets? You could easily pee in your swimsuit without anyone seeing and anyway "it feels ace"
I went home that night still pondering on the idea of peeing yourself feeling ace. It certainly wasn't anything I had ever thought of. However, a few days later I found myself in need of a pee while we were playing and Stella dared me to pee in my swimsuit like she did. Well, I couldn't refuse the dare so I did and though, that first time I would not have described the feeling as "ace" I was surprised to find it quite pleasant.
Over the next few weeks I found that Stella did not confine her wetting to the beach and her swimsuit. She quite often peed in her knickers and seemed to know when she could get away with it. She seemed to delight in doing it in front of me and I eventually became quite fascinated with the sight of the spreading wet patch on her knickers and the stream of wee pouring into the grass. It was quite clear that she enjoyed the sensation of wetting herself. I never saw her have an "accident". It was always quite deliberate and calculated.
She often tried to persuade me to join in but I would only ever do it on the beach, never in the garden or the park. I did begin to enjoy my own wettings, though, and I looked forward to the opportunities to pee in my swimsuit on the beach.
One day we were left for the day in the care of Stella's 16 year old cousin. Gillian had been given money to take us to the beach funfair. After we had been there for about half an hour Stella demanded that Gillian buy us both ice creams. Gillian said there was no money left and she wasn't going to buy us ice creams out of her own money. A few minutes later Stella began to wriggle and hold her hand between her legs. She told Gillian she needed to pee and demanded to go to the toilet immediately. With a sigh Gillian set off towards the toilets with us in tow but the route took us right past the ice cream stall. As we passed it Stella, still holding herself tightly started up her demands for an ice cream again. By this time Gillian was obviously getting fed up with us and shouted no. Stella stood quite still and looked at Gillian.
"If you don't buy us ice creams I'll wet myself", she said.
"So?" Gillian said.
"So you'll have to take me home, you'll have to change my wet knickers and you'll get into trouble for not making sure I got to the toilet in time," said Stella.
"You wouldn't dare", said Gillian
"Oh yes I would", said Stella
"Well I'm not buying you one" said Gillian and she turned to walk away.
She clearly thought that Stella was bluffing and I must say I did too. So I think we were both fairly amazed when there was a sudden trickling sound and Stella was standing there with wee running down her legs and beginning to form a puddle around her feet. She stood there with both of us staring at her until her stream ended.
"I told you I would", she said quietly and turned and walked off in the direction of home with her wet skirt flapping around her legs. Several people were staring at her but it was quite clear that she did not care one bit.
Stella was quite right that Gillian would get into trouble for letting her wet herself and from then on, whenever Gillian was asked to look after us, the threat of "I'll wet", if used carefully was usually enough to get us small treats like ice creams. Later that summer Stella also began to use it successfully against her father when he was left in charge of us. It was clear that he did not relish the threat of having to change wet knickers and he usually gave in for an easy life.
I never had the bottle to try it myself and maybe it wouldn't have worked for a boy anyway. I have often wondered if any other girls or boys used the threat of wetting themselves as a way of getting what they want. Has anyone else come across it or was Stella quite unique?
I lost touch with her when the family moved away a couple of years later but I believe I have her to thank for initiating my interest in knicker wetting. I also often wonder if she is still fascinated by it herself, just like me.