Sinna,

Thank you for giving my idea some consideration. I hope you enjoyed meeting it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I really hope you enjoy doing it when the time comes.

If you are worried that your ballet dancing may appear more funny than sexy here are some suggestions: At the beginning of the video you could start off by telling us that you just got home from your very first ballet lesson, then stick to just stretching and simple moves. Or when you reveal to us that your bladder is full and you need to pee, that you arent going to do any moves, just stretching because you dont want to wet yourself 😉

Dont worry about your ballet talent. I doubt any of your fans will really judge you on that anyway. At least for me, just the thought of you wearing the outfit and wetting is the highlight. If anyone does judge your ballet skills, then they obviously missed the point here.

I hope you are able to find an appropriate leotard and tights in your clothes collection. If you cant, you can usually get them off of ebay pretty cheap, or second hand stores have them sometimes as well.

I will tell you a little story: some years ago, I was dating this girl, we had gone out on a few dates. and things were starting to get sexual. One night, we somehow got into a conversation about biggest turn-ons, I was a little too shy to mention the pee fetish, but I did mention that I had a little thing for ballet dancers, gymnasts and their outfits. I wasnt sure how she would react to this, but when I told her she was excited and told me she used to do gymnastics up until a few years prior, and before that, ballet since she was a child. She told me that she still had a few leotards from that era, and she would love to wear them for me. I must say that did make for some fun times. Later in the relationship I decided to reveal my pee fetish to her, as she had taken so kindly to the leotard fetish. Her reaction wasnt quite the same as the previous one, but it wasnt a bad one. She started laughing and recounted some funny (and even some sexy) stories from her ballet and gymnastics years. It seems that wetting accidents are not uncommon in these activities. As she had wet in her ballet outfit more than once. When I asked her if she would pee in her leotard for me, she did do that once, but afterwards she said it made her feel uncomfortable, and kinda reminded her of some not so good experiences. so we never returned to peeing.

Hope you are well,

Daniel

Sinna,

I am glad you wont be too worried about your “performance”. I think it would make the experience much more enjoyable for both of us if you can relax and have fun while you are doing it. I did notice the video of you destroying the toy car was posted. Thats not really my thing, but anything goes right.

Did you have any luck with your clothes? or finding something when you went shopping? Let me know what you find, I would be very curious to see how that turns out. Also I did mention Ebay is great (and usually fairly inexpensive) place to get leotards, tights, and stuff like that. I bet you could even find more ballet shoes too.

I didnt really regret telling that girl (her name was Nicole by the way) about my pee fetish so directly like that. Actually she had suspected about the pee fetish before I told her, although I didnt know that until afterwards. When we would play around sometimes, I would tickle her, when she would cry “I have to pee!” I didnt let up, and relentlessly tickled her. I was hoping for a good wetting accident so I could make it up to her, by being very sensual afterwards and enjoying her wetness. I had hoped that might make a good introduction to the idea. But it never happened. The only problem was she was a ballerina from the age of 5 or 6, and a gymnast from age 14. So she was very very strong for a girl, she was also quite flexible. So she could force me away from her when it came right down to it. The first time that happened she actually overpowered me, as I wasnt expecting any girl to be as strong as her, and got on top and started tickling me. Once I got more used to her strength she couldnt get the upper hand anymore, but I couldnt hold on to her when the tickling reached that point, and she would get away and dash to the bathroom.

When I did finally reveal my fetish to her directly, and we tried it, she said it made her uncomfortable and brought back some bad memories. I do have one “fetish” that is stronger than peeing however, and that is that my partner must be enjoying what we are doing, or it kinda spoils the fun for me. So I really never dwelled on it, because I knew if she wasnt enjoying it, I wouldnt enjoy it. I wont lie though, I did really like it the one time we did try it. She made it pretty convincing that she was enjoying everything. It was only afterwards that she told me she didnt enjoy it very much. But I gave her credit for trying.

I dont know if she really intended her stories about her experiences with wetting to make me horny or not, But to tell you the truth they did a little. And I did want to re-enact some of them. The way she usually told the stories, they came across as cute, funny stories of embarrassments from years past, that we can now laugh about. But it seemed like it was ok to laugh about now, but re-enacting would bring back the actual bad feelings she had felt at the time. And like I said, I couldnt push the subject knowing she wouldnt like it.

One of the better ones I really liked was when she was about 11, she was still taking ballet lessons at that time. First a little background. Her mom was a single mom, raising her and her older sister. Her mom worked until well after school got out. That is why she was enrolled in ballet (and later gymnastics) in the first place. So she would have a place to go until her mom got off work. Her school had a bus, that she would take, that would take kids to varous after school activity places (like ballet, gymnastics, karate, and bunch of others). The bus ride was quite long, as the ballet studio was one of the last stops. Her usual routine was to take the bus to the ballet studio, with her leotard and tights and shoes in her backpack, she would change there at the studio, and continue on with her lesson. Usually if she need to pee, she would try to go before she got dressed because taking off a tight (and usually sweaty damp) leotard and then pulling tights down to go pee was a laborious task. And it was almost impossible if doing the potty dance, trying to keep your legs together, holding your crotch, etc. So if she could avoid taking the outfit off until she was done she preferred it that way.

On this day however, The bus was delayed for some reason. and she was almost late for class. So as not to be late (I think they had to do push-ups or something if they were late) she changed quickly and went to class. Oddly enough, she didnt have to pee at the time, dispite the long bus ride. But shortly after beginning the lesson she needed to poop (dont worry this isnt a poop story). There was no pee, just poop. Naturally she didnt want to have to ask to be excused, to have to go into the bathroom, take the leotard and tights almost completely off, do her business, then try to get dressed again. But the urge to go was pretty strong. So she gave in and asked to be excused.

After she went to the bathroom, did her business, and returned. She resumed her lesson. But soon after she felt her baldder filling up fast. She had been drinking a lot of water, as I guess it was a pretty rigorous workout that day. But she was really embarrassed to ask to be excused a second time. So she just continued with her lesson as her baldder gradually got more and more full. As the class came a close, and her mom had already arrived to pick her up,she was already beginning to do the potty dance. although trying to hide it. The need to go was growing ever stronger. She figured she would wait until she got home to pee. The thought of going through the leotard and tights removal ritual again was just simply not appealing at all. She climbed in the car, and her mom drove home. They had to stop and pick up her sister (who was in gymnastics at a different facility) so there was a little bit of a drive to get home.

There were several speed bumps in the parking lot of the gymnastics academy. Which almost made her lose it. But still she held it in. After picking up her sister, and heading out, she felt herself pee a little going over the bumps on the way out. Which was really terrifying because her sister was now in the car. Peeing her pants in front of mom was bad enough, but if she wet herself in front of her sister the whole school would hear about it. But her little wetting in the car was very small. She descreetely lifted her skirt out of the way, pretending to be adjusting her seat belt or something, and checked her crotch. The pee hadnt gone through, probably absorbed by her panties. But the need to pee was still terrifyingly strong. She was trying to hide her facial expressions, and the fact that her bladder was so full. She did a good job of it though, but trying to sit still when you have to pee like that isnt easy, and it seemed to make the urge worse.

When they finally arrived home, she made a bee line for the nearest bathroom (they lived in a two story house, one bathroom was downstairs, the other was upstairs). But her sister beat her to it and she was forced to head upstairs. As she ran up the stairs, she had to stop mid way. It seems walking up the stairs, made her pee just a little more. Before she even made it to the bathroom door she already had her skirt off (It was a velcro thing) and had kicked her slippers off, and was trying to pull her arms free from the leotard. Trying to get a head start on the undressing ritual.

When she entered the bathroom, she took one look at the toilet,which represented relief and freedom from her current condition, and thats when it hit her, she felt her bladder letting go completely, soaking through her panties, then the leotard. she could feel it starting to run over and down her tights. She immediately sat down on the toilet, still wearing her leotard and tights, and just sat there and let it all run through. At first she was overwhelmed with relief as she no longer had the pain of an overfull bladder. As she finished peeing through her ballet outfit, she stood up, removed her leotard, tights, and panties. She wrapped a towel around herself, and descreetly snuck across the hallway to her bedroom to put on some fresh clothes. Still somewhat delerious and stunned from everything that just happened.

After getting dressed again, she heard her mom calling her and her sister to dinner. She promptly head down stairs and ate.

The next day went pretty normal, and back to her routine, however, when her mom went to pick her up from the ballet studio again. While she was in the car, her mom was drilling her with questions. Her mom was asking her all sorts of odd questions, like “does it hurt when you pee? Does your pee smell really bad? Are you bleeding from your pee-pee?” (She said that last one was the worst because she had been fearing the start of menstration) Of course these were perfectly normal questions to check if someone has a bladder infection, or other medical issue. But these were awkward, and embarrasing questions to be asking an 11 year old. All the while she was trying to convince her mom that everything was normal, she was horribly embarrassed when her mom revealed that she had found the pee soaked outfit left on the bathroom floor.

I know this is a long post. But I thought I would share that story as it was one that stuck in my head as being a good one. And hearing it from Nicole was a bit of a turn on. Although I pictured her as her present adult self in that scenario, not an 11 year old.

I would be happy to share some more of her stories (as best as I can remember them) if you care to hear.

Take care,

Daniel

Hello Daniel,

here is the clip! http://www.clips4sale.com/47160/8976233