Philbo, your experiences are really interesting. I thought I'd add a few of my own.
I have been addicted to pee pleasures for many years (I'm a male, no longer youthful, but not old either). I have also wet many motel beds. My technique is a little different: I phone first and go through the routine of choosing a room and then when the details are just about finalised, ask casually whether they can offer "protection" against bedwetting.
The reaction is varied. Some receptionists are flustered and say they have to ask the management. Others say there is no provision for such things. Then there are the thrilling ones who say, 'We can provide for this, no problem.' You know you are going to wet the bed. They know you are going to wet the bed. Somehow that adds to the buzz and you don't need to add a tip either (although it never hurts)!
Here is an interesting thing though. A few years ago I made a telephone survey of motels in my city. At that time nearly 50% said they either catered for bedwetting automatically, or could arrange to do so on request. Last month, I made another survey. Out of 30 motels, 9 said it could possibly be arranged, 1 said no problem.
What is going on here? Is the world becoming hostile to bedwetters. I wonder if this is a local or a worldwide trend. Anyone out there have some thoughts on this?
A few years ago two motels became my favourites. I had no real need to go to a motel except that it was a brief haven away from home and business stresses where I could enjoy the pleasure of bedwetting. In the first one, the proprietoress was sympathetic although somewhat suspicious. I returned several times and each time wet the bed. I think she knew what I was up to but privately didn't object. Sadly the motel was shortly afterwards demolished to make way for new urban developments.
The second was my alltime favourite. The proprietoress was a woman of middle years, somewhat older than me. She was initially sympathetic to my needs and provided mattress protection. I returned and again wet the bed. After a few episodes my voice became familiar to her on a phone booking and I detected a growing warmth in her responses. We both knew that I was going to wet the bed during the night, sometimes heavily. As this understanding passed between us I sensed on several occasions that she was on the verge of confiding a personal comment. But at the last moment she held back, retaining a professional detachment.
Looking back, there is no doubt in my mind that she had become aware that I was wetting bed for erotic pleasure and perhaps this stirred in her a temptation to reveal, if not a similar inclination, then at least a generous sympathy.
Those were wonderful times and I look back with great pleasure on the many times that I spurted hotly in the sheets during the night, and on waking in the morning tugged myself to a blissful ejaculation as a fitting conclusion. Perhaps it was this generous and slippery memento left behind, that proved to the landlady the real motive for my wet beds. At least, I like to think so.
I sometimes wistfully wonder what might have developed had she confided in me what I felt sure at that time was passing through her mind.
I feel the urge to wet the bed again tonight. I think I've discovered the place. If it happens, I'll post the results.