Bladder Control

Giving up control mentally or physically, which is the hardest? That has got to be a difficult one and possibly a debate for another day. However, one aspect of physical control that crosses into mental control and letting go, is letting someone else control your body functions. Now I'm not interested in controlling one's bladder just to see them piss themselves. What I'm into is the whole dynamic, how I choreograph it from start to finish. How we started off with a very proud and in control individual, and how that individual ended up letting his bodily function go to the extent he pissed himself, just because I wanted him to. And not only doing this, but doing it whilst every fibre of his mind and body are screaming no, no, no. For social conditioning plays a strong part in how we conduct ourselves. How many times have you been unable to pee when you've been aware of someone else in the vicinity. Even if it's just the fact they can hear you. Many people can't perform under such circumstances. Many would be unable to pee in the swimming pool because a sense of what is right and what is wrong is too strong to let go. So it's not hard to imagine how hard it is to just let go and piss yourself, even if your Mistress is standing over you demanding you do.

I had this thought of bladder control rattling about in my head for a while. A long, slow build up. To make him drink plenty while we went to lunch. To deny his request to excuse himself and go to the gents. To continue feeding him liquids as the session began. To then force-feed him more liquids as his bladder began to distend. Seeing the physical signs of a distended bladder and him wriggling about in discomfort was way more enjoyable that I had even anticipated. It's amusing to palpate and percuss a distended bladder just to make your patient more uncomfortable.When I decided to add in some of my own fluids, to help with the distention and inevitable washout his excitement was showing with a noticeable bulge in his theatre scrubs. That in itself was torment for him, the bigger and harder he got, the less likely it was he would be able to pee at that particular point. So more fluids were required, the more he got, the harder and more erect he got and the more painful the situation got. We were in a loop and I was loving it. He was too, on a certain level!

Eventually, when I had had my fair share of fun with his physical discomfort I decided to let up on that side of things, and concentrate fully on the mental aspect. Until then I had been whispering all along how he would give up control to me, how he would piss himself for me, how he would feel the hot piss running over him. At one point earlier his brain was frazzled so much so that he tried to indicate through the funnel mask that he had pee'd. I laughed and told him no, he would only pee when I instructed him to. Eventually I gave the instruction and the bladder was emptied under my command. Lots of streaming hot piss escaped and soaked his theatre scrubs. I had deliberately worn them on him so I could see the staining straight away. I wasn't disappointed. He pissed himself for me...and I was delighted!

Lady Annisa
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