Lately I've been indulging my little side by peeing into bottles.
I'm up early in the morning, and usually hold my morning pee for a long time, as it makes me feel really little, like being a distracted little boy who should stop what he's doing and go to the potty, but chooses to hold on instead. Sometimes I hold on for too long, and my pyjamas get a bit wet before I go and have a shower.
A few days ago, I was really busting when I woke up, like incredibly desperate. I was making a coffee in the kitchen, and was potty dancing around, holding myself like a naughty boy, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on for very long at all, particularly after I went outside in the cold pre-dawn air, where I can have an accident without creating a big mess.
That's when I spied the empty 2 litre milk jug on the bench......
I took it outside with me, and logged on here, reading the stories about other littles enjoying their special playtime. The cold air, morning coffee, and undelivered morning pee teamed up to have me squirming around uncomfortably in my chair.
I started to reminisce about being allowed to go in a bottle in the back seat of the car when I was little and on a big drive, and I recreated that mentally, whispering about how badly I needed to do a wee, and how I was going to have an accident very soon if I didn't go.
So my imaginary mother handed me the bottle, and little me used it, remaining seated, and freeing myself under the table through the button fly in my pyjamas, and I emptied myself into the bottle.
It was such an awesome little experience! I felt a bit shy and embarrassed, but also relieved, and proud that I didn't get my pants all yucky and wet.
I've been doing it most days since, and it really helps me regress into a genuine little frame of mind.
I'm up early in the morning, and usually hold my morning pee for a long time, as it makes me feel really little, like being a distracted little boy who should stop what he's doing and go to the potty, but chooses to hold on instead. Sometimes I hold on for too long, and my pyjamas get a bit wet before I go and have a shower.
A few days ago, I was really busting when I woke up, like incredibly desperate. I was making a coffee in the kitchen, and was potty dancing around, holding myself like a naughty boy, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on for very long at all, particularly after I went outside in the cold pre-dawn air, where I can have an accident without creating a big mess.
That's when I spied the empty 2 litre milk jug on the bench......
I took it outside with me, and logged on here, reading the stories about other littles enjoying their special playtime. The cold air, morning coffee, and undelivered morning pee teamed up to have me squirming around uncomfortably in my chair.
I started to reminisce about being allowed to go in a bottle in the back seat of the car when I was little and on a big drive, and I recreated that mentally, whispering about how badly I needed to do a wee, and how I was going to have an accident very soon if I didn't go.
So my imaginary mother handed me the bottle, and little me used it, remaining seated, and freeing myself under the table through the button fly in my pyjamas, and I emptied myself into the bottle.
It was such an awesome little experience! I felt a bit shy and embarrassed, but also relieved, and proud that I didn't get my pants all yucky and wet.
I've been doing it most days since, and it really helps me regress into a genuine little frame of mind.
