“Oh, good, you’re all set for bedtime already,” Asrielle said as she opened the bathroom door to see Elaria waiting outside wearing only a leather collar and a long white shirt that was just the right size for some interesting contours to be visible on her chest.

“Uh, yeah, I was just-“

“Coming to get me so we can go to bed together, right? How sweet.” The dominant blonde reached out to ruffle Elaria’s messy brown hair. “Come on, then,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom and taking her lover’s hand. “Let’s go.”

Elaria reluctantly followed along, voicing her complaints on the way to the bedroom. “But I have to-“

Asrielle looked over her shoulder. “Whatever you need to do, it can wait until morning,” she said, trying to keep her voice sounding as uncaring as possible, and giving a bit of a tug so that Elaria wouldn’t lag so far behind.

“No, I don’t think it can…”

“Really? You’re supposed to be in bed right now,” Asrielle said, opening the bedroom door and leading Elaria through. “So what could be so important that you have to do it now?”

“Toilet,” Elaria said meekly as Asrielle let go of her hand and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

Asrielle shook her head. “If it’s that important, why didn’t you go sooner?”

Elaria looked in Asrielle’s general direction and tugged at her collar. “I tried, but you were in there for too long…”

“Well then you should’ve gone before I went in.” Asrielle shrugged and got herself settled in under the covers. “Now just come to bed, sweetie.”

“But I really have to go potty,” Elaria said, tugging on the hem of her shirt and bending a little at the knees. She looked over at Asrielle with pleading eyes, but her gaze had a spark to it that exposed what she was actually asking for.

Asrielle simply held out her hands as if to offer a hug. “Don’t be silly, kitten. It’s bedtime, not potty time, and that means the only thing you need to do right now is come to bed.”

Elaria looked over at her and continued fidgeting. “I can’t sleep if my bladder’s full though.”

“Then don’t sleep. Just snuggle.” Asrielle slid over and pulled back the covers, giving the bed a few inviting pats. “And don’t worry about your bladder, darling. It’s not full. You can wait until morning.”

“But what if I can’t?”

Asrielle shot Elaria a stern look. “You’ll wait until morning,” she ordered.

Elaria tugged some more on her shirt and shuffled her feet, then nodded hesitantly. “Okay,” she said as she climbed into bed next to Asrielle, shifting around to find a comfortable position as she had the covers pulled over her.

Asrielle ended up lying on her side with a hand draped over Elaria, so Elaria worked her way into a matching position, curling herself up a little and slipping a hand between her legs. But Asrielle quickly noticed where Elaria’s hand had gone, and grabbed her arm to pull it away from there.

“Naughty kitten,” she scolded. “It’s bedtime, not playtime.”

Elaria did her best to look over her shoulder. “But I wasn’t… I was trying to…”

Running a hand through Elaria’s hair and across her pale cheek, Asrielle guided Elaria back into her original position, then wrapped her arm around Elaria’s waist. “Shhh… Just relax.” Gently rubbing Elaria’s belly, she continued, “We’re just cuddling. Rest now, okay?”

“Mhm,” Elaria muttered, resting both hands near her head.

“Good girl.” Asrielle leaned over to kiss Elaria on the cheek, then left her head resting over the younger girl’s shoulder.

For a little while Elaria managed to stay relaxed and comfortable, especially because she could feel her girlfriend’s body pressed against her own, but as time dragged on the occasional twitch of her legs became increasingly-regular fidgeting, until she had to take Asrielle’s hand with both of her own to keep herself from doing anything she had been told not to.

Asrielle pretended not to notice her lover’s movements until she felt Elaria trying to roll over, at which point she moved to rest even more closely against Elaria’s back and stop her from moving too far that way. “Getting restless?” she asked softly.

Elaria nodded and turned her head to again try to look over her shoulder. “Yeah. Please may I go to the bathroom now?”

“Silly kitten,” Asrielle said with a light chuckle. She freed the hand Elaria had been holding onto and used it to again play with Elaria’s hair and stroke her cheek and under her chin, saying nothing more.

Meanwhile, Elaria crossed her ankles and did whatever little bits of fidgeting she could. She hadn’t relieved herself since morning, and as per her own instructions Asrielle kept finding some reason to keep her away from the bathroom whenever she tried to use it. Usually she would distract Elaria with something else, pulling her attention elsewhere while she was on her way to the bathroom; but most recently Asrielle had spent the two-and-a-half hours between dinner and bedtime taking a bath with the door locked, having gone in with the promise that she would be quick and coming out to drag Elaria off to bed. Elaria’s goal for the game had been to sneak off to the bathroom without Asrielle being able to come up with something else for her to, and since she had only ever found herself locked out or called away, she now had to deal with being brought to bed with a decidedly-full bladder.

And there certainly didn’t seem to be any way to empty it now – Asrielle was being very insistent that bedtime meant staying in bed, and with how snugly they were spooning there wasn’t any way for Elaria to break off and sneak out without just being ordered to come back to bed. So she simply laid in Asrielle’s bed, curled up and squirming with no escape and no way to relieve herself.

Eventually, Asrielle’s hand found its way back down to Elaria’s waist, though now instead of rubbing her belly Asrielle simply held her close, letting out a satisfied sigh. But Elaria whimpered in response to the pressure, feeling Asrielle very firmly pulling her in and squeezing her bladder to do so. She tried to move away, but simply got dragged back even more firmly, prompting a little trickle along her butt down towards the bed. Trying to move Asrielle’s arm led to exactly the same result, so Elaria instead simply intensified her squirming to try to stop her leaking, then lifted her head.

“Azzy,” she hissed. “Hey.”

“Huh? What’s up?” Asrielle pretended to be half-asleep, but her tone was thoroughly unconvincing.

“You’re squeezing my tummy and it made me pee a little.”

“Really?” Asrielle removed her hand from Elaria’s belly for a moment, reaching down to inspect the sheets under Elaria. “Oh, yeah, you did have a tiny little accident here, didn’t you?” She returned her hand to where it had been, then added, “That’s okay, kitten. Just a little leak, nothing to worry about. I’m sure it won’t happen again.” Then she pressed down extra hard on Elaria’s bladder.

Elaria’s response came as a squeak and another stream flowing down over her skin. “You did it again!”

Asrielle eased up on the pressure with a little giggle. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” she said. “But don’t worry. I’m sure you can hold the rest in until morning.”

Elaria simply gave a non-committal grunt as she continued squirming, still feeling Asrielle’s hand resting on her belly and pressing down ever-so-gently. She was able to stop her leakage easily enough, but the real struggle was with preventing more in her position. With no real way to put pressure anywhere it needed to be, she was working with muscles alone, fighting back against twelve hours of urine that she could feel straining to get out.

And every passing minute, she felt it getting closer to what it wanted, until at last she felt that first involuntary droplet sneak out nearly an hour after she’d gotten into bed. But still she kept her breathing controlled and her muscles clenched, waiting for them to wear out on their own. Sure enough, that droplet was followed a minute later by intermittent dribbling, then a weak trickle down her butt, and finally a stream too weak to spray out but still consistent enough to create a very obvious damp spot beneath her.

Only then did Elaria stop fighting, sighing and letting herself relax, feeling the stream pick up strength until she could hear it quietly pattering against the sheets. Plenty still trailed down her rear, steadily expanding the puddle she was lying most directly in.

When Asrielle’s skin started getting wet from that puddle, she reached for one of Elaria’s hands and held tightly to it before asking a question she already knew the answer to. “Kitten’s having an accident, isn’t she?”

Elaria nodded. “I told you I needed to go,” she said with a more playful tone than anything else.

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

“I’m going to be punished?” Elaria tried to hide the eagerness in her voice.

“That’s right,” Asrielle said, leaning in closer. “I thought I was pretty clear about the difference between bedtime and potty time.”

Elaria sighed as another wave of relief washed over her, her gentle stream ongoing as she responded. “You were.” After a deep breath and a moment to think, she added, “But wait… If potty time means that’s when you pee in the toilet, then shouldn’t bedtime be when you pee in bed?”

“Mm, what a silly kitty you are.” Asrielle let go of Elaria’s hand and gently tugged on her collar for a moment instead. “Maybe you’re right, but I also told you to hold it in until morning. Does it look like morning to you?”

“No, but… I needed to piddle really really bad.”

“So what?”

Elaria shrugged. “So there was too much and I couldn’t wait.”

Asrielle tugged her collar again. “No, bad kitty. You can always wait as long as I tell you to. You only let go before I say you can because you’re disobedient and out of control. We’ve gotta get you through some training and build up a little discipline, don’t you think?”

“I guess so…” Elaria then let out another sigh as her stream waned, the pattering fading away until all that was left was a few droplets trailing down her skin. “But…” She rolled herself over to face Asrielle and looked her in the eye. “I know you love your kitten just the way she is. And you know she loves you too with all her heart,” she said before going in for a deep kiss.