While I find the concept of a woman tickling a man to such an extreme as causing him to lose urinary control to be very compelling, I'm not really enamored with the idea of getting piss all over myself, my clothes, the bed, the carpet, etc. If there were a clean way to do it, I'd definitely submit.
One of my teenage fantasies involves me refusing a urinalysis for drug testing. In response, the police woman and the hospital nurse restrain me in a standing vertical spread eagle, wearing only a hospital gown. They slide a long plastic tube over my penis to which the other end goes to a waiting receptical. They force feed me a quart of Ice Tea and a 20oz coffee from 7-11. (There weren't any Starbucks when I was a teenager.) I still refuse to pee, although my bladder is bulging.
"Say, maybe we can speed this up a little," says the police woman.
"How?" asks the nurse.
"Let's see if he's.....TICKLISH!!" the police woman screams suddenly and plunges her fingers into my ribs.
I burst into laughter and wild, violent struggles, shaking my head back and forth.
The nurse smiles somewhat evilly and squats down. "If we really want him to pee, we've got to relax the area that is clamping down." She begins softly tickling the tops of my thighs and then plunges two fingers into each of the "pockets."
I'm laughing rauciously and struggling to maintain. I realize I'm in serious jeopordy of letting loose my bladder. The nurse then does the final ultimate damage to which there is no defense. She softly tickles the underside of my "doo-dads." It takes but a few seconds, and then clear plastic tube suddenly becomes a pail yellow as my bladder lets go and the floodgates are flung wide open.
Once I'm drained dry the tube is removed and the nurse cleans the few drops of residual piss off my penis with an alcohol wipe. I'm then released and given my clothes.
Completely frustrated and humiliated, I want to leave as quickly as possible. As I turn toward the door, the police woman grabs my arm, looks me in the eyes and says, "Your next test is scheduled in two months. I really hope you refuse again." She gives me a smile and a wink. The nurse is also smiling and nodding agreeably. I pull away and flee the hospital.
