This update on the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive was the first entry in her now defunct blog.
Hello, welcome to my new blog. I’m back now!!! I’ve been away for a long, long time, and I need to get going again. I’ve now bought a new computer which has been connected to the internet, so now I have been able to set my own blog.
A lot of things have happened since I was away, sadly not because of my wetting fetish. But I managed somehow to suppress it…until now…
It was when I was in the office, usual boring day at the office, when I had decided on the spur of the moment to play holding my wee in. It was a very long time since I deliberately held it, but I wanted to do it because there was little action happening.
I started to pour some water into a plastic cup from the machine and started drinking it. I had consumed at least seven cups of water, drinking them reasonably slow as to not build my bladder capacity up too quickly.
After about an hour, I started to feel that familiar twinge in my bladder, but I ignored it, still remaining hard at work, filing reports, walking around the office, anything to put my mind off my desperation.
Later, while I was sitting at my desk, I began to fidget. I couldn’t keep still on my seat, even to concentrate on my work. I then put one hand between my legs to grab myself….mmm, that felt good.
After a while, the pressure in my bladder began to increase further, and my fidgeting got steadily worse. Several colleagues were looking at me puzzlingly. One even asked me if I was okay. I told them there wasn’t a problem.
However, it was becoming more difficult when I had to get up from my desk. I couldn’t walk normally…I had bent down slightly as I walked around the office. Some still asked me if I was okay, but I was too concerned about holding my wee in than replying to them…obviously not in a rude way.
By then, the pressure got worse and I could feel the wee was pushing against my pussy lips. At that point I dropped some files that I had been carrying on the floor. I couldn’t bend down to pick them up because if I did, the wee would’ve gushed out and I would’ve been wet in front of everybody in the office.
I then entered the lift when suddenly, a one-second jet of wee squirted into my knickers. I dropped the files again, this time to grab my crotch as the lift doors closed.
When the lift doors opened at another floor, I just ran to the nearest toilets. I got into a cubicle and locked the door, but I now had a problem undoing the zip of my trousers. As they were cream coloured, I knew that if I don’t get them down quickly, I’ll get a huge noticable wet patch for everybody to see…now, that would be embarrassing.
I spent several frantic moments trying to undo my zip when suddenly another one-second jet of wee squirted into my knickers. That made me even more frantic and grab myself tightly yet again. The arms were not going to be taken away until I’ve got myself under control.
Thankfully, I was able to pull the zip of my trousers, which meant I was able to yank everything off, then squatting over the toilet bowl and then letting my wee out…..ohhh, it’s heaven. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as the wee splashed to toilet bowl. I took a few moments to regain some composure when I heard a knock on the door.
“Come on, you’ve been in there for a while,” said the voice.
“Almost finished, coming!” I replied.
I checked the small wet patch on the crotch of my knickers before pulling them back up. I’ll have a damp crotch for the rest of the day, but that would be nothing compared to what would’ve happened if I had wet myself.