I’m in my apartment doing some cleaning. I’m wearing a striped t-shirt, a tight pair of blue denim jeans, and on my cute little feet I have on a pair of sneakers. I take a chair and place it outside the bedroom door, so that I can stand on it and reach up to dust along the top of the door sill. I’m only short after all! I run the duster side to side, applying lots of elbow grease and working up quite a sweat. All the leaning and stretching puts pressure on my bladder, and before I realise what is happening, the floodgates open whilst I’m still standing on the chair. The release immediately soaks my bum and runs down my legs, creating a large puddle on the seat. Plenty finds it’s way into my sneakers too, causing a squelching noise whenever I shift my weight! The denim sticks to me, and I have to take care not to lose my footing in the slippery mess I’ve made. But the whole thing feels wonderful, and I love the warm sensation that’s all of my own making. Well, that was an enjoyable dusting…the apartment is clean, though that’s more than can be said for me now!