Tied up and desperate to pee

Oh how desperately she squirmed in her bonds, the helpless busty brunette trussed up tight with thick black ropes. Her wrists and ankles were bound behind her back, the rough hemp Furthering her struggles as she writhed in front of the camera. Her bare feet kicked at the floor futilely, fighting against the rope that constrained them. The knots only seemed to hold tighter, biting into her soft flesh with each renewed attempt at freedom.

It was clear from the pleading look on her face and the way she tugged at her ropes that the girl was beginning to lose her composure. Sweat beaded on her forehead and upper lip, matting down her long dark bangs in sticky strands. Her normally plump lips were chapped from the arid air of the room, cracking slightly at the corners from the desperation of her panting.

But it was the way her legs kept clenching together that told the true tale. With a loud grunt, the bound beauty shifted on her knees, the scrape of her shins against the concrete floor sending tingles across her skin. Her thighs rubbed together as she squeezed, trying in vain to alleviate the pressure she felt building.

The camera zoomed in on the junction between her legs, the close up revealing a damp spot on the front of her blue jean shorts. The denim grew darker by the second, her natural fluids soaking through. The clear wet patch only highlighted her dilemma – she was bound, desperate to relieve herself and couldn’t hold it any longer.

“P lease, I need to go so badly,” she whined, her voice cracking with the strain. “Peeeeeaseee…” The last syllable elongated into a whimper as she squirmed again, her full bladder forcing a pleasurable twitch between her legs. The throbbing intensity almost made her cum, but that would only make matters worse. In that moment, the only relief she craved was the flow of liquid, but the ropes kept her trapped.

As the camera continued to focus on her groin, the true horror of the situation began to dawn. With nowhere else for it to go, the brunette’s bladder would soon be overflowing, drenching the front of her shorts and revealing everything. The thought made her flush with humiliation, yet was there perhaps a sliver of… arousal?

The flash of shame accelerated her predicament, her senses heightened and breasts heaving. She was trussed up and at the mercy of the ropes and her own biology, forcing her to pee herself on camera. It was a scenario so pathetic, so degrading, yet there was no escaping it. She was an animal, her main drives overpowering her mortal shame.

With a loud groan, the girl bucked against her ropes, a stream of liquid erupting from her crotch. The sensation of relief was electric, but was short lived as the piss shot down her leg in a hot stream. The camera caught the final few drops dribbling into her shoes before she slumped over, utterly spent and no longer fighting. Her bladder empty and nerves worn, the brunette’s entire body went limp as she drifted off into a light sleep, exhausted from her predicament.

Just then, there was a noise at the door. Footsteps approached and the light flickered on. She had been so lost in delirious dehydration that she hadn’t even noticed the most humiliating part – it hadn’t been some impersonal kink video, but instead just her boyfriend and his friends, no doubt leapfrogging from the pee soaked brunette to the couple sets up around the corner.