Until She Bursts - Part 2

Donna got up from her bed, looked at the wall clock. It was close to midnight. She decided that it was high time she start preparing for her final hold. She knew it was going to be a very long, painful and torturous journey to end her life. But she would be sexually and mentally satisfied.

She sent mails to her colleagues that she was going out of town for a week and asked them not to try to contact her since she would be engaged in some highly personal work. Then she jumped on to a shopping website which offered instant deliveries within hours. She ordered Ben-wa balls, bondage latex gear, catsuits, corsets,vibrators, tapes, ultra powerful diuretics, muscle stimulant drugs, ready -to-eat food portable ultrasound device,  industrial glues, chains and huge metal locks.

She decided to spent the last few days of her life locked up in her own apartment and making sure that she has ABSOLUTELY no place or way to relieve herself. By midnight all of her orders were delivered.

The clock was close to 12, she took a deep breath and reluctantly went to the toilet. She removed her sweaty leather outfits and latex undies with great difficulty. As she approached the inviting white bowl she could feel her spasms in her bladder, muscles quivering, and pee rushing to her hole. Her desperation heightened. Though she was more than used to all that.

She sat on the bowl, still not letting go of a drop of pee to escape. She felt it was too good of a feeling to let go. but unfortunately she decided against that and as soon as the clock struck midnight she let loose. A huge forceful torrent hit the bowl. It was so hard that the porcelain cracked. She recalled to herself that it was the most urgent and satisfying and orgasmic relief of her life. She had never looked like a pregnant before and certainly never held so much of pee. She was sure it was more than a gallon. Her gush continued for whopping 3 and a half minutes.

She collapsed in a puddle of sweat and relief washed her face as she panted after that massive relief. And then all of a sudden she burst into tears, partly because she knew that no one accepted her with her fetish, and the main reason being that she wanted to hold longer.

She took a long look at her bowl and then she brought the industrial glue and stuck the lid forever. On top of  it she chained it securely and threw away the key out of the window. Next came her bathtub. After taking a quick long shower she sealed its drainage hole as well. And then the drainage holes of her sink in the bathroom as well as the kitchen. She taped, glued the hinges and locked the door of the bathroom and threw the key outside. Thereafter one by one she cut, locked, glued or sealed all the exits which she could use possibly in case she needed to pee. She even locked herself from inside and broke her cell phone and disconnected her telephone line. Then threw all her glasses, jugs, bottles into her dustbin. The only way she could have water for drinking was from her tap, which was connected to a huge 20 liter calibrated water filter.

Its system was such that whenever water was drawn out of it, and equal amount of water would be drawn from the tap. Which meant the filter could never be emptied. Unless she kept drinking. She decided from then on she would drink at least one liter of water every time laced with diuretic.

She went to her bedroom, pulled out, her fetish outfits. She sighed as she began sorting out what to put on for her final days. She took the big vibrating ben-wa balls. Put in herself from the back and set the vibration to max. A shudder went down her spine as the balls came to life. On top of it she forced into herself a big dragon dildo from the front and set it to max intensity. She was already turned on and was seeing stars behind her eyes.

But more was yet to come. Somehow she managed to put on a tight latex thong and one pvc thong to make sure that the balls and the dildo were constantly being pushed inside. Then a latex swimsuit and then a tight latex catsuit. None of which had zippers of course. Then she glued the back entry zippers and locked it at her neck with a tiny padlock and threw the keys outside. Next came another heavy rubber catsuit coupled with a waist clincher to further compress her. She didn't want to compromise on her figure just because her bladder would bulge. There was no way she could pee now or even come out of those mercilessly tight fitting outfits. She had no choice but to HOLD.

By the time she completely locked herself it was 3am. Her throat was as dry as a desert. She came downstairs to the kitchen and popped in a diuretic pill in her mouth and started sucking from the filter nozzle. She guzzled water till it came below the one liter mark,

She took a deep breath and soaked in the silence all around, went to her bed and tried to sleep. The countdown to her final journey of EXTREME DESPERATION had begun. . .