Here’s the latest update in the Sarah Secret Diary archive.
Today, we were going to see the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, which was many years ago the stop off point for people wanting to live in America.
Katie, Mike, John and I had gone on a ferry to travel to the island. The sea was a bit choppy, causing me to throw up a few times, but I was okay when we got onto dry land.
The history of the place was amazing. Both John and I was looking at the statue at the bottom and taking photos. We spent quite a few hours on the island. I soon got that familiar feeling in my bladder. It was only a slight need to wee, so I ignored it for a while. I was wearing a pair of black jeans and a white sweater as I was feeling a bit cold, although it didn’t stop me from drinking three cans of cola while I was there ;)!
When we got to the ferry travelling back to the mainland, I got fidgety, so I decided to go to the toilet on the ferry. When I got there, I opened the door and was shocked by the state it was in. I was crossing and tightening my legs and this point, and after a few moments I went back to join the others. It was when we got back on dry land that I had a short spasm in my body and I was worried that I would wet myself… thankfully, I did not.
“We’re going to Times Square now,” said Katie. I desperately wanted to find a toilet around here, but there wasn’t any time. We went to the nearest subway station and got onto the train to get to Times Square. It was fantastic! To me, it reminded me of London’s Piccadilly Circus…but better! We stood there for around an hour looking at people walking past, but during this time, I was trying to hold my pee in. I had tightened my legs and resorted to clenching my bladder muscles in order to prevent it from escaping. By the time we got back to the subway, I really was in trouble. I had been on the verge of peeing several times. I sat down on a train seat and crossed my legs.
“What’s wrong?” asked John.
“E-er, nothing, just a bit cold,” was the reply I managed to stammer out. I had lied to my boyfriend, simply because I did not want him to know about my passion for knicker wetting. Suddenly, I gasped, and let out a small pee leak into my knickers. I srarted to panic as I knew I could not hold out any longer. The seats were plastic, so if I went, people would see the watch patch under my legs. the journey back to the apartment took an hour, but it seemed like forever as I using all my willpower to hols my pee in.
We got back to the apartment near Central Park. I was now safe…. or so I thought….
When Mike opened the door, I got hit by the side. I let out a huge yell…. then felt pee seeping into my jeans. I fell to the ground not realising I was wetting myself. I was too dazed to do anything about it.
Mike and Katie saw me in my predicament and immediately helped me up, but John was furious. He could not understand why I had wet myself when I could have used the toilets while we were out.
We haven’t spoken to each other since the incident. I wanted to talk to him about my wet fetish, but he didn’t want to know. Mike, katie and I went out later to have dinner in a Manhattan restaurant, leaving John alone in the apartment.