Day 14 - Omorashi

Day 14 - Omorashi

The grand ballroom was packed with dignitaries and guests from every corner of the kingdom. Glistening chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, elegant light over the event, while music from the orchestra filled the space, mingling with the low hum of polite conversation. It was a night of formalities, diplomacy, and refined grace—exactly the kind of event Elsa thrived in.

Anna, on the other hand, wasn't feeling so composed.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat beside Elsa, her body tense with an entirely different kind of pressure. Her gaze darted around the room, trying to focus on the flow of conversation happening at the table, but it was nearly impossible to pay attention to anything anyone was saying. All she could think about was the growing, urgent pressure in her bladder.

She needed to go. Badly.

But Elsa's soft, firm command from earlier in the evening echoed in her mind.

"You'll hold it for me."

Anna's breath had caught in her throat when Elsa had whispered those words in her ear as they were getting ready for the event. She hadn't expected it—hadn't even thought it was something Elsa would ask of her—but the look in Elsa's eyes, the way her hand had gripped Anna's wrist just a little too tight, had sent a shiver down Anna's spine.

And now, hours later, that command weighed heavily on her. Elsa hadn't looked at her once during the entire event, her posture perfect and regal as she played her role as queen flawlessly. But every now and then, Anna would feel Elsa's fingers brush against her leg, subtle and teasing, reminding her of the unspoken game they were playing.

The pressure was growing unbearable.

Anna crossed her legs under the table, her face flushed with both the physical discomfort and the knowledge that she was being watched. She could feel Elsa's gaze on her, even if the queen didn't make it obvious. Every time Anna shifted, every small movement she made to try to relieve the pressure, she knew Elsa was aware.

"Are you alright?" Elsa finally whispered, her voice soft but filled with that same teasing edge that had been driving Anna crazy all night.

Anna's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her gown as she glanced at Elsa, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I really need to go," she whispered back, her voice trembling with both need and frustration.

Elsa's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "I know," she murmured, her eyes flicking to meet Anna's for just a moment. "But you're not going to."

Anna's face flushed even deeper, her body tensing as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. She shifted again, pressing her thighs together tightly as she fought to keep control. The idea of holding it—of having to hold it—was making her pulse quicken, the ache between her legs growing more intense with every passing minute.

"You're doing so well," Elsa whispered, her voice low and full of praise as her hand slid under the table, resting on Anna's knee. The simple touch sent a jolt of sensation through Anna's body, making her squeeze her legs together even tighter. "I want you to keep holding it."

Anna whimpered softly, her eyes darting around the room to make sure no one had heard her. The thought of losing control in front of everyone, of not being able to make it through the night without embarrassing herself, made her heart race with both fear and something darker, something more thrilling.

"I can't..." Anna whispered, her voice barely audible as she looked at Elsa with pleading eyes. "Please..."

Elsa's hand slid higher up Anna's thigh, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her gown as she leaned in closer. "You can," she murmured, her voice calm but filled with authority. "You'll hold it for me, won't you, Anna?"

Anna's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her ears as she nodded, her body trembling under Elsa's touch. "Y-Yes," she whispered, her voice shaky with both need and submission.

Elsa's smile widened, her hand giving Anna's thigh a gentle squeeze. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice full of affection as she pulled her hand away, returning her attention to the conversation happening at the table as if nothing had happened.

But for Anna, everything had changed.

The minutes dragged on, each one feeling longer than the last as Anna fought to keep control. The pressure in her bladder was almost unbearable now, every little shift in her seat sending another wave of desperation through her body. She could barely focus on the event anymore—her entire world had narrowed to the growing need to relieve herself, and the knowledge that Elsa wouldn't let her.

Elsa, for her part, remained perfectly composed, her expression calm and collected as she continued to engage in conversation with the other guests. But every now and then, Anna would catch her glancing over, the faintest hint of a smile playing at her lips as she watched Anna squirm in her seat.

"You're shaking," Elsa whispered after a particularly long pause, her voice so soft that only Anna could hear. "Are you going to make it through the night?"

Anna bit her lip, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat as she struggled to keep herself from moving too much. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice trembling with both desperation and shame. "I don't think I can hold it much longer."

Elsa's gaze softened, her hand once again finding its way to Anna's knee, stroking gently. "You'll make it," she said, her voice full of quiet confidence. "I'll make sure of it."

Anna whimpered softly, her body trembling as she fought to keep control. She wasn't sure how much longer she could last, but the way Elsa looked at her—the way she commanded her—made her want to try, made her want to hold on for as long as she could. The pressure was unbearable, but the thrill of pleasing Elsa, of holding it just for her, kept Anna going.