In Reply to: Bedwetting story 7 posted by Paul on December 07, 2004 at 20:08
A few weeks ago I had a get together with a number of old girlfriends up at my parents beach house - it was winter, but still a good place to get away from it all. I went up on the Friday night by myself to get a few things organised and the others came up on the Saturday. The beach house has a certain significance for me as regards wetting accidents, and being up there on my own brought back lots of memories.
As much as daytime wetting though it was bedwetting that had the most significance because for some reason I was a lot more inclined to wet my nappies on purpose up there. The problem was that my room adjoined the lounge room, and my parents often had guests staying. I would be woken up by the noise of them playing cards or talking, and I felt I couldn't walk past them to use the toilet for fear of being seen in my nappies and plastic pants. So I used to play a game where I'd deliberately wet myself while I pretended to be asleep. The feeling of pee soaking through my nappy was heavenly, and I always found it easy to go back to sleep for real afterwards.
Every time now I go into that room, still decorated as a little girls room, I always see images of myself as a kid standing there beside the bed in a T-shirt wearing nappies and plastic pants. There is something so very serene and secure about this image, as much as actually wetting myself later after going to bed.
Anyway, on this Friday night I came prepared, armed with a plastic mattress cover, nappies, plastic pants and a short nightie. I was determined to make the most of being up there on my own, and being able to savour the atmosphere of being back in my old bedroom. Normally when I go up there with my husband we sleep in the main bedroom with the double bed, but on this occasion I wanted to sleep in my old bed.
I made sure I didn't go to the bathroom for several hours before bed as I wanted to have to lie there and 'suffer', and recreate the feeling of having a full bladder but not being able to go out to the bathroom past all the guests. Maybe it was that 'agony' that I enjoyed most, and the naughty feelings of knowing I would end up doing it in my pants. This was still the same even in my last year of bedwetting, at seventeen years old, and in some ways probably more inevitable than when I was younger, as I was even less inclined to venture outside. By that age I would almost look forward to these private little diversions in my bed each night. After deliberately letting it happen I always felt a bit naughty, but the those feelings somehow served to help make the whole experience more thrilling.
I dressed myself up in nappies and got into bed and lay there for a while just savouring the feeling, occasionally squeezing my legs together against the bunched material or smoothing my hand over the plastic stretched across my rear. My bladder was full and I was beginning to 'suffer'. I pretended there were people talking out in the lounge room so I pulled the covers over my head. As the inevitable approached I rubbed one of my nipples through my nightie with my free hand. I knew as I always had that to just let it happen wasn't the right thing to do and it shouldn't feel so nice, but I couldn't hold it anymore, and it wasn't my fault, and it was all coming out. Pee bubbled slowly through my pants filling every little space and bathed my sex in glorious naughty warm wetness. As it slowed I slid my hand inside my wet nappy and fingered myself into oblivion. Can you imagine how my girl friends would have reacted the next day if they had known what I was doing the night before!
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