Self Triggered

Self Triggered

A few years back, I decided to listen to the “Instant Wetting” file on warpmymind.com website. The file did not succeed in making me wet myself the first time that I listened to it, but it wasn’t because I didn’t try. I have to laugh a bit at myself because I was trying as hard as I could to wet myself, but something simply was preventing me.

It took a number of listens, but eventually, I succeeded wetting myself and discovered that it I had been trying too hard. I needed to relax and let the file do trigger me.

I was following the forums at warpmymind.com and one poster stated that he was trying to trigger himself by saying the trigger every time he went to the bathroom. I thought, “Why not?” So I started doing the same thing.
Every time I needed to use the bathroom, I would think the trigger phrase (or say it out loud if I was alone) and sure enough, it helped me to release my urine.

All of this went on for more than a year. But last week, something happened that I did not expect. My wife had returned to teach school and I decided to go and spend the day fishing. I’m retired and hopefully, she will be able to retire soon also.

Well, I got up early in the morning, had a pot of coffee, packed a light lunch, about 6 cans of beer, several Diet Cokes, water, and sandwiches along with all my fishing gear. I told my wife I may not be back for supper, and she shouldn’t wait up for me because I’d plan to make a day of it.

The nice thing about fishing in the Fall of the year is that there are not a lot of people out, and I picked a rather secluded spot where I knew I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone.

Upon arriving at the fishing stream, I noticed that the morning coffee was telling me it needed to be released. I decided to keep holding it for a while as I unpacked and set up everything to do some relaxing fishing.

I baited my hook, cast the line and sat down to watch the water flow by. It was most relaxing, but the urge to “go to the bathroom” began to nag at me. So I said to myself audibly, “Urinate now.”

To my great surprise, a squirt of urine was released into my pants!

I felt the warm spread and immediately, my muscles clamped down and stopped the flow, but I had a wet spot in the crotch of my pants. The thought occurred to me that I should have brought a change of clothes with me.

The pressure did not relent, and so I repeated, “Urinate now.” Again, there was the release of urine but more than the last time. I thought forget it, I’m already wet, so I said again, “Urinate now,” and this time I just let it flow and emptied my bladder into my underwear and pants.

Since I was making a day of it, I decided to have a couple of beers before lunch – actually 3. My hands were somewhat smelling from handling the bait, so after washing my hands I had a little lunch.

There was a shallow rapids about a hundred yards down stream and I decided to wade the rapids and see if I could catch anything in the deep beyond the rapids.

I was standing in water about mid-calf deep fishing when the urge to pee began to make itself known. I thought, “What the hell, I’ve already pissed my pants once, what difference will a second time make. Urinate now.”

I peed in my pants for the second time that day. Right in the middle of the river with the urine running down both sides of my pant legs. Unfortunately, I was a little more exposed to the road here than where I was fishing earlier and had to make a plana to stoop down and make sure that my bottom got soaked in case anyone passed by. No one did.

I returned to the river bank upstream and started in on the remaining beers. I finished all three before cleaning up a bit and finishing off the sandwiches.

As evening approached, I decided I’d better have a few Diet Cokes to help me stay awake. I wasn’t even half way through the first Diet Coke when nature was calling again. “Urinate now.” And for the third time I soaked my pants right where I was sitting. This worried me a little bit because the sun was going down and I didn’t know if my pants would get dry before I had to head home.

I finished off the last of the Diet cokes around eleven p.m. and packed up everything to return home. I had to go to the bathroom again, but chose to hold it because my pants were dry enough not to make the car seat wet.

Back home, I unpacked all the fishing equipment and walked into the back yard and said, “What the Hell, Urinate Now.”

For the fourth time in less than twenty four hours, I emptied my bladder in to my clothes. It ran down my leg and into my shoes and I could feel it squish between my toes.

I was glad that is was dark out and all the neighbors lights were out. I stripped off my clothes outside – put them into the washer in the house – except my shoes which went into the trash – started the washer – took a shower and then slept one of the best night sleeps I had in years. (I woke up dry.)

The only reason that I decided to share my story with you is that at least one of the files at warpmymind.com works. I don’t know if they all do, but this one gave me one of the most pleasant and erotic days of my life.

The fish – Oh, they were all too small to keep, but fun to catch. I can’t wait to go fishing again.