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I didn’t think this situation could get worse, but I guess my small bladder was the last thing on my mind while being tied to a chair. No amount of begging and pleading is going to convince them to let me go, as it seems the thought of me running away is more believable than a grown woman who can’t hold her pee. I’m exposed, legs tied open, hands behind my back and it’s only a matter of time before the small dribbles and spurts open an absolute flood of pee that jets out of me all over the chair and the floor. I hope this doesn’t make them more angry.