Wet Tamara - Sex Stories

Wet Tamara

I read Wet https://literotica.com/s/wet-51 by the excellent author The Red Chamber https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1936875&page=submissions

It's a brilliant mind control based wetting story. BUT I had a small problem with it. The spiking of drinks, and the protagonist controlling her bladder etc. Maybe I am just too 'woke'. So...with The Red Chambers agreement I set about giving her control over him with the potential of her leaking bladder.

I have The Red Chambers permission to publish this story! Let's try getting him dancing to her teasing tune.

Wet Tamara

For me Tamara is truly a class act, she is the sexy love of my life, as my girlfriend now of just over a year. Excitedly for me she's come on this beach date dressed in a short floaty red summer dress, one she had clearly chosen to stay cool and importantly show off her assets.

I've booked a cosy little Airbnb on the coast for the weekend. Driving in the car was fun. The short skirt part of the dress kept climbing up her thighs. Then once out in the gentle sea breeze, as we strolled down the path the gusts were gently lifting the hem. With the quickest of glances, I could not help smiling as her turquoise swimsuit covered buttocks are as cute as her legs. At the age of 26, she is a couple of years younger than me. We have not quite moved in with each other just yet. We are close. We spend most weekends together. Just this one we were heading out of town.

When she got in the car, ...

... she accepted my large bottle of water without questioning it. It was after all a hot day. She also takes any excuse to have fun teasing me. With the footwell full of water bottles, there was no chance of us getting dehydrated.

It's been an hour since she started drinking the bottle of water. The traffic was horrendous. You could think she was drinking mainly out of politeness. I knew otherwise. Yes, it was warm, but not really hot. But I know time has moved on, the ratio of sweat to water to the bladder. We both knew that she would need to wee soon.

When walking onto the beach, I had turned left, with a squeeze of my body she agreed. We trudged over the sand quite a distance, away from the crowds. We knew that there was a little sheltered spot, well away from the public conveniences.

We got our towels out and sat downside by side. Along with my heavy bag. It's still full of water and being hopeful for later on I have wine in the car. She smiles at me and with a deep breath I can still smell her perfume drifting on the wind. She always smells as delightful as she looks.

After five minutes of talking about everything and nothing, she excitedly jumped up. I knew why. BUT there was a game to play. "Shall we go for our first swim?" She declares almost bouncing on the sand. Her red painted toes digging into the sand. With her hands crossed over her body the almost matching red dress is peeled off her and dumped in her bag quicker than I can get up.

"Oh, how about we ...