With one ankle locked in a cuff and secured to the wood stove via a padlocked chain, Carissa sits and holds an uncomfortably full bladder. She is drinking water, bottle after bottle, because she is being asked to do so. It's the last thing she needs but she feels obliged to keep consuming the dreaded liquid. As the pressure starts to mount on her bladder, she stands up and begins to squirm and pace to help keep her urge to pee under control. Along the way, Carissa has plenty to say, doing her best not to think about her predicament - there is no way to get to the bathroom and she cannot pee...

With one ankle locked in a cuff and secured to the wood stove via a padlocked chain, Carissa sits and holds an uncomfortably full bladder. She is drinking water, bottle after bottle, because she is being asked to do so. It's the last thing she needs but she feels obliged to keep consuming the dreaded liquid. As the pressure starts to mount on her bladder, she stands up and begins to squirm and pace to help keep her urge to pee under control. Along the way, Carissa has plenty to say, doing her best not to think about her predicament - there is no way to get to the bathroom and she cannot pee on the carpet. She must keep waiting until she is handed something to pee in, but she has no idea how long it will be before that happens. Her expression looks strained as wave after wave of desperation hits her, and she has to struggle not to wet herself - she has been warned of the dire consequences if the carpet takes a hit. As she gets close to pissing herself, she removes her panties in order to cut down on the time it will take to clear a path when she finally gets to pee. It has to be soon; she is bursting.