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This is the story of Rose, who becomes the test subject for her own project, ‘digital consent’. She could never have imagined the predicament she’d end up in. It involves struggling to hold in her need to pee, humiliation, desperately trying to conceal her desperation, no chance of relief, and a hint of orgasm denial.
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At this point, it was still an ordinary Tuesday. Rose, 21, is in her second year of studying to become a clothing designer. She lives in a small apartment in Amsterdam, just a few minutes’ bike ride from her school. On the side, she works for a staffing agency for hospitality personnel, which means she gets to work at some of the best events, always in new places.
This Tuesday, she was at school working on her own project. She’s allowed a few hours each week to work on it because she finds a lot of the other assignments a bit too vague. The program is a bit too artistic and abstract for her liking, and on top of that, her classmates are way too alternative, so she hasn’t really made any friends in her class. Originally from a village about an hour’s drive from Amsterdam, she doesn’t see her childhood friends as often anymore. In the big city, she’s still trying to build a social life. One of the ways she’s doing that is through dating apps. She has them all and loves getting to know new people, although it unfortunately always stays limited to chatting online.
A few months before this particular Tuesday, she matched with Frank on Tinder. A fun, easygoing guy who immediately caught her eye in his photos. They’d been chatting online for weeks, but, once again, an actual date didn’t seem to be in the cards. Their conversations are diverse, often about work, vacations, that kind of thing. But in the evenings, things start to get a bit flirtatious, and they begin challenging each other. Night after night, for weeks, she lies in bed fantasizing about what it would be like. The messages go further each time. And this is exactly why, for Rose, it often remains virtual.
Her feelings and her values are constantly clashing. Because of her religious upbringing (which she’s mostly left behind), she wants to make sure that sex is something she only does with a man she’ll stay with for the rest of her life. And she knows it will go wrong if she goes on a physical date. With the tension building up, she’ll inevitably be tempted, especially if there’s some alcohol involved. Then it’s guaranteed to go too far. So, she tries to avoid it. But she has a plan.
To clarify, she hates that she thinks this way, yet she can’t seem to shake it. Her upbringing is ingrained so deeply that it’s a constant battle. She watches porn, she sexts, but even something like masturbation feels genuinely sinful in her eyes. This results in night after night of fantasizing in bed, only to fall asleep frustrated. She’s slipped up a few times after drinking wine and not being able to resist, so she knows what it’s like to orgasm (though it’s been at least eight months). And these experiences have shown her that dating with drinks involved means she won’t be able to hold back. And that’s what she’s determined to avoid at all costs.
Rose is at school, working on her project. The theme is ‘digital consent’.
Since mutual consent in intimate situations is important, she wants to design underwear that can’t be taken off without mutual agreement via an app. That way, when a woman goes out, she can retain control at all times. And afterward, there can be no misunderstandings. She knows how to present this concept Bayan Escort well at school, but in reality, she’s creating a solution for an issue she personally faces. With this, she can go on dates with the confidence that she’ll be able to say no without worry.
This seemingly ordinary Tuesday is the day the first model is ready. A friend from her hometown helped her set up a very basic version of an app (it’s really just a webpage without any design), and she designed a trendy pair of underwear with a bit of tech embedded. It’s super simple. It’s a stylish piece of underwear with nothing odd on the outside. Made of ultra-thin Dyneema (recycled ship ropes or climbing gear), it’s extremely strong, yet soft thanks to the fine weave. A powerful elastic band tightens it around all the edges without being uncomfortable. So, you have a stylish pair of underwear that’s safe and even waterproof–a crucial feature, as men might mistake a wet vagina for consent. With this, she keeps control.
Rose is proud. She’s made something that will truly help people. It sounds socially responsible, but mostly, it opens up opportunities for her. Time for a test.
In a bathroom stall, Rose tries the first prototype. It fits perfectly. Without doing anything, it feels like normal underwear. She goes to the link on her phone and sees that it connects to the chip in the underwear.
She clicks ‘lock’ and feels the strong elastics subtly tighten. She tries to slip a hand in from the top or bottom, but it’s impossible. It feels like it’s glued to her skin. So impressive that it closes so securely without discomfort. What a project! And this is just the prototype. She heads back to the school workshop with pride, now wearing her own creation. She follows her usual classes for the rest of the day. When she needs the bathroom, she simply opens the website, clicks ‘open’ does what she needs to, and clicks ‘lock’ again.
Eventually, this could be a button on a smartwatch or something. At 1 p.m., she repeats this and feels proud again seeing how well it works.
Frank, who’s still saved in her phone as ‘Frank Tinder’ sends a message, asking for the third time that week when they’ll meet. Each time, Rose came up with an excuse. She always said she was too busy. But today, she feels a wave of confidence. She’s wearing her own creation and can manage things much better this way. So, she decides to meet up tonight. School ends at 4 p.m., her shift starts at 5 p.m. and ends at 10:30 p.m., and after that, she has all the time for a drink. Frank can’t wait to finally meet her.
After school, Rose bikes over to work. She checks her email and sees that she’ll be waitstaff on a boat tonight. She heads to the harbor, where a warmly decorated boat is ready to welcome guests. She changes into her crew uniform and heads to the bathroom to change. She prefers not to use the restroom during her shift, so she plans to go now. As she removes her pants, she catches sight of her self-made underwear again, and a wave of pride washes over her. She grabs her phone and opens the page. It takes a couple of tries, as it doesn’t seem to load at first. The second attempt also doesn’t work. Pride briefly gives way to a bit of stress, but not too much–there’s no urgent need yet. She texts the friend who helped with the website and leaves her phone behind the bar. The guests arrive.
The event is lively, and Rose forgets about the issue. She chats with guests, serves hors d’oeuvres, sips two glasses of champagne, and enjoys Escort herself with her colleagues. Suddenly, she feels the urge to use the bathroom. Her last break was at 1 p.m., and it’s now nearing 8 p.m. In a quiet moment, she checks her phone.
Her friend responded: “Hey, did you put it on outside of school?! The website only works on the school network; otherwise, anyone could access it. You don’t want that during testing.”.
Damn. Sweat breaks out. The final model will definitely need backups for the user, but this version doesn’t have them yet. Just the stress alone doubles the pressure on her bladder. She has no choice but to bike back to school after work before her date. That means waiting another two and a half hours. It’s becoming urgent, but it should still be manageable.
Time ticks by slower than the previous hours. The champagne has reached her bladder, and it’s harder to keep smiling at everyone. The sound of water next to the boat isn’t helping. How did she end up in this situation?! By 10 p.m., things have only worsened, but the thought of work ending in half an hour reassures her a bit. The minutes drag on. Fifteen minutes left, then ten, then five, then one…
Where’s the dock? The boat keeps sailing. Rose asks her supervisor when they’ll dock and is shocked to learn they added an extra half hour. Why wasn’t that communicated?! She texts Frank that she’ll be late.
Everyone on board is now drunk, and the music is blasting. People start dancing with Rose, who tries her best to look cheerful. The dancing puts pressure on her bladder, and that’s the last thing she needs. She’s trapped in her own project and can’t tell anyone about it. By the time the dock comes into view, she’s beyond smiling. She’s desperate for the restroom, having not gone since early afternoon.
The guests disembark slowly, and she has to greet each one without showing her predicament. As soon as the last guest leaves, she runs to the restroom to change. Seeing the toilet is torturous, knowing the only thing preventing relief is this fabric. Against her better judgment, she tries to slip her fingers under the waistband, but there’s no chance.
She says goodbye to her colleagues and jumps on her bike. Here, she finally finds some relief. The seat’s pressure makes it more bearable, pushing the stress to the background. She knows it’ll come back with double force when she dismounts, but for now, she savors this brief respite. She pedals back to school, her mind drifting to her date. Thoughts of Frank give her a similar feeling to last night, when he told her in their chat what he’d like to do with her. She recalls how much willpower it took not to slip her hand into her underwear. She was so close. The only thing she allowed herself was gently pulling the blanket up between her legs. That gave some form of stimulation. The movement on the bike does the same now, though she quickly chastises herself. It’s a thirty-minute ride, but it flies by.
Rose arrives at school. The lights are off, the gates are closed, but all she needs is Wi-Fi. She parks her bike and, as she dismounts, the pressure hits again. She’s aroused from the thoughts on the ride and has to pee even more desperately. She moves slowly, crossing her legs out of reflex. She grabs her phone, trying to connect to the Wi-Fi network. Every so often, she sees a weak signal, but it disconnects immediately. She’s just out of range. She uses one hand to hold it in, while the other tries refreshing. Finally. It seems to connect. Ankara Eskort She opens the website -very slowly- and sees the ‘open’ button. She presses it, but nothing happens. The connection is lost again. The closer she gets to unlocking it, the harder it is to hold back. Open. Nothing. Open. Nothing. Open.
Finally. She feels movement around her waist. The elastic loosens slightly, giving her bladder a bit of relief. She has two choices: either relieve herself here, in view of the security cameras, or bike the eight minutes to the bar where she’s meeting Frank and use the restroom there. She opts for the latter. She texts Frank, letting him know she’s nearly there.
On the bike, she manages somewhat, though it’s harder than the previous ride. Rose is nervous about the meeting, not just because of her desperate need, but because the underwear’s main feature no longer works. She unlocked it, so she can’t lock it again after using the restroom. So tonight, things might still get out of hand. But that’s the least of her worries now.
She arrives at the square with the terraces, parks her bike, and dismounts with one hand pressed firmly between her legs.
“Okay,” she thinks. “Act normal; I could run into him at any moment.”.
She walks as calmly as she can toward the bar where she’s meeting Frank. There he is, just as attractive as his photos. This guy’s fantastic.
“Compose yourself,” Rose thinks.
She walks up to him and gives him a hug. The hug presses against her bladder, prompting her to say immediately, “Do you mind if I use the bathroom first? I couldn’t go at work.”.
“Of course,” Frank says.
Rose stumbles to the bathroom at the back of the bar. Two women are waiting. What a nightmare. She presses her hand between her legs, hoping the women will let her go first, but they’re focused on themselves. After hours without a restroom, she’s almost at the point of relief. One woman exits the stall, and the other goes in. Just one more person in front of her. Her legs are crossed. Three minutes pass; it feels like half an hour. The next woman finally goes in. She’s never been closer to relief.
And then, out of nowhere, she feels the elastic in her underwear tighten, molding to her body. The waistband presses harder against her bladder, and she feels a small leak. The woman exits the stall, and Rose rushes in. In total panic, she tries pulling down her underwear, but it’s locked again?! This can’t be happening. Not now, while Frank is waiting outside. She grabs her phone, opens the website, but it only works on the school network. What happened? She calls her friend, the website’s creator. She asks why her underwear locked itself without her doing anything. He hears the stress in her voice but can’t comfort her.
“There’s a safety feature. If you unlock it and don’t remove it within ten minutes, it automatically locks again. Otherwise, it’s not secure, of course. That’s why I said not to wear it outside school.” he said.
“Yeah, but,” Rose says, “you told me too late.”.
The tension couldn’t be higher. Rose is sitting on the toilet, trapped by her own invention. She had the chance, but she missed it. And the worst part is, she can leak a bit in these underwear, but the tightness stops it almost immediately. Her friend is still on the phone, trying to help, but there’s nothing he can do remotely. The only option is to go back to school, but her phone battery is low after such a long day, so that might go wrong too.
There’s no other choice. She has to switch gears. Rose flushes the toilet for effect and walks awkwardly back to the terrace. She heads toward Frank, who now has two glasses of white wine waiting. She can’t explain this story, so she’ll have to pretend she managed to go. This will be an excruciating evening.
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