Sarah went out last night drinking at a bar. She remembers flirting with a cute guy then going home with him to have some fun, but after that things are fuzzy. The one thing that is certain is when she woke up this morning she had to pee really bad, but she can't move. Her feet are chained down and her bladder is full. She writhers in agony as she tries to get free, but it's pointless. She cries out trying hard not to wet herself, but its too late. She eventually loses the fight and lets go and releases the fullness all over herself and the floor. Now she is wet messy and cold.