Here’s the latest update in the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
One evening this week, I was forced by my manager at work to stay behind to help him finish some reports for him. Thankfully, it wasn’t on a college night, or I might have been able to indulge in some self-wetting fun. My boyfriend John is often away on some building site.
Anyway, the manager invited me to his office to help him look into the case work. he offered me cups of coffee, which I gratefully accepted (?) and got down to business.
About half an hour into the work, I felt that familiar twinge in my bladder. I hadn’t been to the toilet since lunchtime, and had been holding it until I thought I was able to go home. However, my manager’s intervention meant I had to wait a lot longer than I wanted to. I wished Isla was with me, but she had to go, leaving me alone with the manager.
I crossed my legs as I tried to keep control of my bladder. My manager offered me more cups of coffee. Again, I accepted because I thought it would be rude of me if I refused. Later on, the tension in my bladder was getting worse. I began to fidget a bit, and it seemed to get the manager’s attention.
“Stop fidgeting Sarah. We have a lot to get through,” he said, sternly.
I tried to stop, but it wasn’t doing any good. I tried squeezing my legs tight. It did help… for a while. I sat in silence while waiting to relieve myself of my need and carrying out more casework. It seemed to take forever, and my manager still hadn’t told me when I could go home.
I looked at the clock. It was around eight in the evening, and we still hadn’t finished. I still needed to pee badly. At the last count, I had now held my pee for nearly seven and a half hours, and I got up to go to the toilet when the manager called me again.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Going to the toilet,” I replied.
“Oh, no you don’t, come back and finish the work. Then you can go,” he ordered.
“But I need to go,” I pleaded.
“You should have thought about that earlier. Now come back and finish the work,” he said.
But before I could do so, I felt some pee leak into my knickers. I gasped with fright, and grabbed myself tightly with both my hands. But it was too late…. the pee had began to soak my knickers and flowed down the inner thighs of my trousers. My manager looked transfixed at what I was doing. the peeing seemed to last for ages. I looked down at the puddle I had created and started to cry a little. The manager was angry.
“You’re supposed to be a big woman, not a young girl!” he shouted.
“I’m sorry,” I sniffed, apologetically, and went to the toilet to clean myself up. I’m worried now about what he would say to the others about the incident. Serves me right for wanting to hold it for too long.