I Get a Kick out of
Watching a Woman Pee.
Some people like the visual aspect.
The bottom line is that it’s normal,
healthy and fine to enjoy piss play.
Urolagnia [Urophilia] is commonly known as
Peeing Fetish, golden shower, or watersports.
It’s a paraphilia where sexual
excitement is associated with the
sight or thought of urine or urination.
There are many reasons
why people like piss play.
Some like the taboo nature of it.
It feels naughty and forbidden,
which makes it appealing.
Other people like the power dynamic.
Having someone pee on you is a pretty
intense form of being dominated.
My Favourite Fetish
Seeing another urinate without the person’s knowledge either through video taping by a hidden camera, or by lurking in locations where people are urinating or are likely to have an urge to urinate.
Becoming noticeably desperate or wetting oneself with the express purpose of being seen by strangers. Practitioners have described going to public places such as a mall or a park. Some intend to create situations where others can see their wet clothing.
British expression for an activity involving a consenting couple where the male partner watches the woman urinate otherwise undetected in a semi-public place, usually a toilet cubicle at a pub, hotel, restaurant, theatre/cinema, office, club etc.
The strategies and tactics that are used to smuggle one of the couple into and out of the toilet undetected are almost or as important as the urination.
The activity is done by itself or as a part of or prelude to other activities which which frequently involve sex.
Urophilia is a pretty vanilla fetish. Sure, peeing on your boyfriend can be super hot and weird and fun, but on the grand scale of sexual deviancy it’s like a four at best.
Bladder desperation, on the other hand, is a paraphilia related to the piss fetish but it’s a lot more extreme.
This is when people get off on being forced to hold their pee in for long periods of time, sometimes to the point of causing “an accident.”
Some pee slaves go as far to surrender total control over when and how they use the bathroom to their dominant sexual partner.
This can be done for the purpose of humiliation, but it can also be a sign of devotion from the pee slave to his or her dom. Think of it as a symbol of their special bond. Aww, total cute alert!
Many men get off on girls controlling when, where, and how much they pees. One guy I know says his obsession with bathroom control and denial has become so extreme that it consumes every aspect of his life, to the point that he now has to carry a measuring cup with him at all times.
“When I’m with her she forces me to drink glasses of water until I get really desperate and then spanks me, which hurts really bad when you have a full bladder.
“Sometimes she’ll make me hold it until I wet myself or mess myself. She also controls my bathroom privacy, so sometimes she’ll watch me in the bathroom and then wipe me afterward.
“Or sometimes she won’t let me use the toilet at all, so I have to pee on a towel or in a jug or dig a hole outside and pee in there.
Some cases of bladder desperation fetishism have been associated with suffering forced waste retention as a child, like being denied bathroom breaks during class at school (a dark form of punishment). Strict potty training might be another contributing factor.
We decided to try out an idea where he lay naked on his
back on the bathroom floor and I squatted over top of him.
In theory, I would end up peeing on his chest and then we
would work up to me peeing directly into his mouth and on
his face, but only later, once we got the basics down.
Simple, right? I knelt over him and realized in a sudden moment
of sheer panic that there was no way in hell it was going to be
that easy. I got up and turned off the lights. Maybe that would help.
I resumed the position and was no closer to letting go
of that prized liquid than I had been before.
I got up and ran some water in the sink. Back into position.
Still no luck. I told him to close his eyes and keep his hands
away from my body. Being touched at the same time made it even harder.
Looking back on the scene now, I wonder how bizarre it
would have looked from outside the bathroom window.
A girl, naked, squatting over a grown man’s chest while
he lays on the bathroom floor with the lights off, his
eyes closed, hands at his sides while the faucet happily
produces ounce after ounce of liquid as if it’s just that easy.