Today is very important…I have a review with my office area manager. I’m wearing a black and white jumper, a tight fitting black skirt, and my shapely legs are bare. I’m running late for the meeting, so I’m already quite flustered from the outset. I need the toilet, but because I’m behind on time, I can’t relieve myself and just have to get started feeling slightly uncomfortable. My manager starts the appraisal, but I’m struggling to concentrate because the pressure on my bladder is beginning to grow strong. I fidget and squirm in my seat, and my manager seems to be dragging out the meeting. I ask if I can be excused for a comfort break, but they absolutely refuse. Then the area manager shocks me by revealing that they know all about my weak bladder and my previous accidents and mishaps within the company! The area manager demands that I wet myself here and now, in front of them, and that I can’t leave until I have done so. I have no choice but to let nature take its course and resign myself to my fate. I feel humiliated as my liquid pours out of me with the area manager staring at me, but my embarrassment deepens when they tell me that I have got to keep my soaking wet clothes on for the rest of the day! This review has definitely not gone the way I expected…