Tied to a Bed, I have to Pee!

How do I let myself get into these situations? Sometimes, I think with my pussy rather than my head.

I am tied to a bed in a hotel. I've been here for hours. It seemed like fun when Mark said he wanted to restrain me. I thought it would be fun, and it was... for a while. I think my biggest mistake was drinking too much coffee this morning.

As we were getting ready to strap me to the bed, Mark said, "You better have a good drink of water. I will be gone for bit, and I don't want you to be thirsty."

I didn't really give it much thought. There was a one litre bottle of water on the nightstand. I drunk some of it previously and finished it all. He said, "Okay, take off your clothes."

I smiled, this sounded naughty. I got undressed and climbed onto the bed. He wrapped the leather cuff around my right wrist. It was a bit tighter than I would have liked, but I found if I moved my hand, it wasn't so bad. He did the same to my left hand and then kissed his way down my body. I was disappointed that he didn't stop at my pussy, but he kept kissing his way down my left leg. He pulled my leg over and wrapped another cuff around my ankle.

He then moved to the other side of the bed and pulled my right leg over. I felt exposed as my pussy lips parted. He grabbed a ball gag and placed it in my mouth. I lifted my head as he secured it in place.

He bent down and licked each of my nipples leaving them wet and cold. I pleaded with my eyes for him to keep going but all he did was run a finger over my pussy. I saw him stick his finger in his mouth and then he left the room.

I wondered what he was doing in the other part of the suite. I had to supress my panic when I heard him say, "Okay, I will be back in a little bit."

I looked at the clock on the nightstand, 8:37 in the morning. Okay. I could do this. I just had to wait for Mark to return. I'm sure he was out getting us some muffins or something. I stared at the ceiling, counting the points on the decorative pattern around where the light fixture attaches.

Seventy-two, I think. I counted again. I got Seventy that time. I looked at the clock 9:51. Where was he? I was starting to feel some pressure in my bladder. Why did I drink so much this morning?

10:45. I really had to pee now. I was starting to get worried that I wouldn't be able to hold it until Mark returned. I heard the door to the hotel suite open. I sighed a breath of relief. Mark would let me go soon, but much to my dismay, I heard, "Housekeeping." I strained against my ball gag. I tried to warn her.

I heard the vacuum start out in the main area. Who vacuums first? I lifted my head, and I saw a woman in a grey uniform vacuuming. She was wearing a set of those wireless headphones. I suspected that even if my mouth was free that she wouldn't be able to hear me.

I dropped my head back onto the pillow. If she looked into the room, she would get a great view up my spread legs right to my pussy. Even though I was scared, I started to get wet. Being on display like this was more of a turn on than I realized it would be.

While I worried about the housekeeper, I forgot about how badly I had to pee. I jumped when I heard, "Oh!" I raised my head and saw the shocked look on her face. She said, "Sorry. I will come back later."

Before I could signal that I wanted her to untie me she was gone.

11:15. When I raised my head and looked down my body, I could see the bulge my bladder was making. I felt a little bit of pee escape. It trailed from my pussy down my bum onto the bed. Great. Now, I still had to pee, but I was lying on a small wet spot.

I breathed through the discomfort. Surely, Mark would be back soon. I looked at the clock again. 11:36. One more minute and it would be three hours. I could feel my need to pee getting more urgent. I struggled against my restraints, and this caused a bit more pee to escape.

I tried to press my legs together. It was hopeless. Noon. I made it to noon. Where the fuck was Mark? Why was he leaving me so long. He'd seen how much water I drank before he left. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I was so desperate to pee. Maybe I could let a little bit out?

Maybe a little bit wouldn't soak the bed too much. I just about let a spurt go when I heard the door open. Oh my god! Mark! Come and set me free.

I heard giggling. Giggling? Why would I hear giggling? I lifted my head and looked out the door of the bedroom to the main part of the suite. There were three women wearing the same grey uniforms. They were giggling looking at me. Those fucking bitches! If they got closer, I would piss on them.

As quickly as they entered, they left. I was alone again with my thoughts and my distended bladder. When I looked down my body, I could see my bladder bulging much more than it had earlier.

I knew I had to let some piss go. I could start and then I would stop. It was more difficult to start peeing than I thought it would be. I looked down my body and pushed. I dropped my head, and my bladder let go.

The sweet sense of release was so intense I completely forgot about stopping. I felt my warm pee pool around my ass. I realized what I was doing. I tried to stop. I couldn't. It just kept coming. Once I released the damn, there was no stopping it. Instead, I focused on how good it felt to release my torrent.

I pushed and heard the hiss coming from my cunt. I was pissing the bed, and I no longer cared. It felt too good to empty my bladder. The smell of my warm piss hit me. I was still peeing, unable to stop and I wondered what I had done.

I have no idea how long I peed, but it felt like forever. When I finally stopped, I could feel wetness all the way to my knees. I tried moving a bit and felt the piss move higher up my body.

1:00. I was seriously starting to freak out. What if something happened to Mark? How long before housekeeping came back and would they come and see if I was okay?

To make matters worse, I had to pee again. My earlier piss had soaked into the mattress. I was shivering from the cold. If I peed again, maybe it would warm me up. I release my pee again. I didn't pee for as long, but the smell was much stronger.

The bed was warm again. I quickly realized that the bed wouldn't be warm for long. It seemed to cool off faster this time than the first time.

The sound of the door slamming woke me up. I lifted my head and saw Mark walk through the door. I was relieved that he was back, but I was also embarrassed that I had peed the bed, twice.

Mark walked up beside the bed and said, "Hmm, bad girl. You peed your bed."

"Mmmff mmfff mm"

Mark laughed, "Don't try to speak. You're not making any sense."

Mark began undressing. Once he was naked, I saw that he was hard. How could this turn him on? He climbed on the bed and said, "You smell like piss." He pressed his cock against my pussy. I felt my pussy lips part for him. He began to fuck me. He used quick short thrusts.

He fucked me for a while and then grunted. I felt him cum in my pussy. Why would he do that? He knows I'm not on birth control. He usually wears a condom or pulls out and cums on my belly or in my mouth.

He stayed inside me after he came. He seemed to be focusing on something. I felt my pussy filling up. He was pissing inside me! What the fuck! Why was he pissing inside me?

When my pussy was a full of piss as it could be, his cock flopped out. I felt his piss rush out of me. I started peeing as well. Mark put his hand over my pussy and felt the piss flowing out of me.

When I was done, Mark got off me. He walked into the bathroom and started the shower. I heard him showering, while I started shivering as the piss-soaked mattress cooled. Mark came out of the bathroom. He was drying his hair. He looked at me and said, "Only six more hours to go."

I strained against the restraints and tried to talk. He said, "Hush now." I felt another tear roll down my face as he walked into the other room.