It was a gloomy Monday morning, and I was not in the mood to go to work, but it is necessary. So I pulled myself out of bed and slipped out of my nightgown. I go straight to the shower, eager to feel the warm water slide down my soft, tan skin. It feels as great as always, scrubbing and massaging my beautiful body. I wash my long, brown hair and then get out and dry off. Then an idea occurred to me. What if I go to work without peeing? That would be delightfully interesting, and work would be bearable with the fluid inside of me keeping me alert and focused the whole time.
With my body dry and that decision made, I brush my hair and teeth, and go to get dressed. First I put on some black, high-waisted tights as a base layer. Since I'll have all that pee inside me, I'll want my bladder to be comfortable. So I grab a corset (over bust) and place it over my tights, reeling everything in nice and cozy. This being a locking corset I naturally lock it over my tights, removing any temptation to pee while at work, and place the key on top of the dresser. I add a white blouse, high-waisted black pencil skirt that goes just before the knees, a tight belt, blazer, and some 4 inch heels to finish it off.
With that I leave the house, every step bringing a smile to my bladder. I reach the train station at 7:35 and board the train, with roughly nine hours of pleasure stored up inside. I board the train and off we go! Unfortunately, the train is as busy as usual, so I must stand. Normally I enjoy standing on the train, trying to predict the jostles and stay upright, balancing with my legs spread without holding on to the pole. That is much more difficult in heels, a restricting pencil skirt, and a full bladder. It was fun in a much different, sort of panic-filled way. At one point I was bumping into other passengers and being a little clumsy, which my bladder was very vocal about. I think it is very protective of our relationship, only wanting my full attention, and no one else's. I will do all I can to please it.
Once at work, I began the normal rituals of email, meetings, and phone calls. It turns out, having a full bladder does keep you awake. At first it wasn't too difficult, and in fact quite nice, to have a slight pulsing inside of you as if carrying on a conversation in the back of your mind (or rather bottom of your torso). I drank as usual, and consumed an average lunch, after which I took a trip to the restroom. Now many of us use the restroom at this time usually before returning, and so to remain inconspicuous I took my water bottle in with me, pulled down my skirt, sat down, and poured the water into the bowl. Perfect simulation. (It was about one, so 14 and a half hours stored up) I pulled up my skirt over my blouse, and tightened my belt, which was difficult this time. Time to get back to work.
