however, as I am now, I would make her tolerate for an hour, ”but then her thoughts broke off as the pressure in the bladder increased, Kelly's crotch jerked pulsatingly, and the bladder literally screamed for help. The girl felt the first drops of urine at the very exit of the urethra, and they were ready to seep through, but it was only through perseverance, strength of will and critical concentration of Kelly that she managed to stay dry.

Meg began to get excited more and more, watching the torment of her ward, but she also began to realize that she herself also wanted to go to the toilet pretty much, and this made her even more excited. Of course, her need was insignificant compared to Kelly's need, but Meg wanted to feel the feeling when you wanted to go to the toilet so much that you could not bear it and literally dripped into panties, although you squeezed with all your might and then you just could not stand it. and urine flows from you, no matter how hard you try to hold her, so Meg decided to tolerate too, but there was another reason: Meg was afraid that Kelly would not stand until she was on the toilet, and she really wanted to see this moment. Maggie was surprised to notice that her own nipples had become hard, although this rarely happened because of her large soft breasts with large, but almost non-protruding nipples. “So, describe to me how badly you want to go to the toilet?” She asked out of interest, imagining the answer in advance.

“I’m about to describe myself, I can’t stand it anymore, please let me go to the toilet, I will do anything for you, oh, just don't torment me anymore,” Kelly pleaded, still hoping that her tormentor take pity on her. “Well, I have bad news for you. I do not think that your bladder is filled to its limit, so you can still be patient, ”Meg replied, pushing the stool a few steps away from Kelly to better see all the movements of the poor girl. "Not! Please, I can not tolerate any longer, I beg you ... "- asked Kelly, feeling that the pain in the bladder is increasing every minute. “Kelly, you studied anatomy at school and you know that the bladder can stretch quite a bit if it cannot be emptied. It is believed that the average bubble stretches only to 500-600ml, but many ordinary people, when they have nowhere to do wee-wee, and they suffer with all their might, can tolerate a liter, and even more. On the Internet, I found a website that contained information about people who can stand almost two liters. You, for sure, can endure more than half a liter or even a liter - you have a very good incentive - a note from the seller. So be patient, I'll be back in a minute, ”said Meg, remembering something.

Maggie ran up the stairs to the first floor, jumping over the step, although this was hampered by the tight miniskirt and the full bladder. Kelly regretfully glanced at Meg's fat, in her opinion, and regretted that she could not change places with her tormentor, she wondered if Meg could endure such pain as Kelly herself now suffers. The girl crossed her legs, for which she had to stand on tiptoe, and slightly jumped up, unable to stop even for a minute. Maggie, meanwhile, went to her bag at the front door and took out a video camera, which her father’s colleague asked me to tell him (Meg thought she would do it after she bought a new tape, and took this one for herself). She checked the batteries, and understood. that they are enough for at least an hour. Maggie herself hardly believed in what she had just decided. “I have to do this, I may not have a second chance,” she thought, and went back to the room where Kelly wrung, handcuffed and wrung, was writhing near the Swedish wall.The girl looked at Meg with round eyes in horror, saw a video camera in her hands, and moaned, thinking only of the pressure in her tortured bubble: “What are you going to do ?!”

“I want to interview you,” Meg replied, turned on the recording and pointed the camera at the poor girl. She saw Kelly's sweaty, reddened face in the viewfinder with her eyes full of pain and shame. Meg understood. how much the girl wants to go to the toilet, and hoped that she still had the strength to endure, because this videotape could be a good entertainment for Meg. She enlarged the image and took Kelly consistently from top to bottom: her hands cuffed, a desperate face, a bulging belly and tight legs. Kelly thought she would have described herself if it were not for the camera. The idea that Meg can capture the moment when Kelly's leggings are wet, made the girl suffer even more. After a couple of seconds, Meg started asking questions: “What is your name, full name?” “Kelly,” the girl muttered, unable to think about the question because of the unbearable pain in the perineum. “I said the full name!” Meg continued to mock. "K-Caroline," the girl muttered with difficulty. “Why are you handcuffed?” Was another question. “Because ... you are a bitch and a scoundrel!” Kelly screamed loudly, barely able to cope with the flash of pressure in a bubble that almost made her wet out.

“The answer is incorrect. You said I'm a bitch? Don't you think that I can cancel our contract and still give the note to your parents? ”Maggie asked, squinting. “No, not that! OK, sorry. I'm sorry, I just really want to go to the toilet, and it hurts a lot. Please let me go to the toilet, I really, really need to pee, ”the girl said through tears. "How strong? I also want to go to the toilet, and I want to understand how much more you want, ”said Maggie, moving the stool closer to Kelly. "Very much! So, it's hard to imagine !!! I can't stand it anymore, I never wanted so much in my life, mmm, I beg you, let me, sir, squeeze me! ”- the girl shouted, from time to time moaning from pain and impatience. The throbbing pain almost made Kelly give up, but now the girl felt not flashes of pain, but simply a constant unbearable pain in the bladder, which did not change with time. The first drops of urine were already at the exit from Kelly's urethra, and she knew that she would not last long until the hot liquid was running down her legs. “Why don't I let you go to the toilet and make you endure for so long that you are just not going to stand it?” Followed another question from Meg.

Kelly hardly answered: “Because I stole a silver bracelet in the store, and you decided to punish me ... Please let me go to the toilet, please, I’m going to describe myself now, oh oh, it hurts me so much, I can’t stand it” - muttered the girl, sobbing, the tears were already running down her cheeks. “Wow, I believe you really badly want to go to the toilet. Tell me how you feel, where and what hurts you, what sensations you have in your bladder, ”Meg asked, running her fingers along the leggings of Kelly, who shuddered in pain and whined when the tormentor stuck the tip of the index finger into the navel girls and began to lightly lead him back and forth, and then barely noticeably describe the circles in a clockwise direction. Usually from these actions, the soft tissues of the abdomen would simply bend a little inside, but now Meg's finger came across a girl's bladder, hard as a stone, separated from the nail by a thin press partition. After a minute, Maggie put her index finger just above Kelly's pubic bone and gently pressed them on the front wall of the girl's swollen bladder, after a second removing her hand and snapping Kelly with her fingers just above the pubis. This made Kelly flinch and forcefully sucked in the air through clenched teeth, after which she pleaded moaning: "Maggie, please do not press my stomach anymore, I barely suffered, I don’t need any more, it hurts a lot."

But Meg just grinned, put her hand on the upper part of the girl’s abdomen, above the navel, and a little, very carefully, pressed the whole palm not only inside the abdomen, to the spine, but down. Kelly screamed loudly in pain and after a moment suddenly loudly ... Read more →