Here is the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I had enrolled for night courses at my local college yesterday. I have been meaning to do so for several years, but never got round to doing it.
You see, I didn’t do very well when I was at school, due to the fact that I often missed lessons because of my passion for desperation and wetting myself. I’m now making up for lost time and on my day off I went to the college to enrol.
The problem was when I got there to pay for my class, there was a huge queue of people waiting to do the same. I had other things that need to be done and thought I would be there for only half an hour, but I didn’t enrol to my classes early enough. At this time, only a week before classes were due to begin, there was the usual last-minute student rush. Luckily, I brought a bottle of mineral water and had some home-made sandwiches, as the college canteen wasn’t open.
I walked into this large sports hall, full of talking students… I was shocked. It would be a long time before the college can get to see me. I got a ticket from the dispenser, which was numbered TS149. A notice board at the other end of the hall indicated whose turn it was next- TS31. I went to sit down and waited for my number to be called.
About 45 minutes later, I felt the need to pee. I hadn’t gone to the toilet since I got up that morning, and if I got up to go now, then I may miss my turn. The staff at the college do get through the applications reasonably quickly, but not quickly enough for me. With every waiting moment, my bladder began filling up, and I was now becoming desperate. I started slightly fidgeting by crossing and squeezing my legs tightly. Another problem I had was I feeling sleepy, and if I closed my eyes with a full bladder, I often lost control and wet myself.
After about a couple of hours, I was really bursting. The college still hadn’t called my number yet and I was beginning to panic. I walked to the security guard standing at the door to ask him if he could save my place for me, and explained to him that I needed to go to the toilet. However, he replied that he couldn’t do it, and said that once students were allocated their seats, they must stay there. I was worried about that… this meant that until I got my payment and registration, I couldn’t go to relieve myself.
Another hour later, and I was now really desperate. I was now fidgeting wildly, and some students were watching me with wry smiles. My face was blushing with embarrassment. I knew that if I was forced to wait longer than necessary, I would wet myself in front of all these people.
Suddenly, I felt some pee leak into my knickers…. I gasped immediately, and jammed both hands into my crotch and squeezed my legs together. Some more pee had escaped and trickled down my leg, but I just managed to halt the flow.
However, my number was eventually called…. I immediately jumped off my seat and just lost control. The pee just gushed out of my pussy, soaking my knickers and trousers. The students who were watching me all started laughing. Here I was in this large hall, standing in front of everybody else with now a pair of pee-soaked trousers. I felt so embarrassed, I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I rushed out of the college and ran home as fast as I could. As soon as I got indoors, I began to cry….
A few days later, I did return to the college to register… this time before I did so, I acually emptied myself before I went there.