Posted by Matrix on December 04, 1998 at 19:49
Only two weeks till I was getting married. I was looking forward to it, having dated so many jerks I had finally found a decent guy. My friends had arranged a hens night and were meeting me at my place. They arrived together, myself (Rachael) and four of my best friends, Michelle, Kate, Catherine and Jade. They very quickly herded me into the bedroom and brought out of a bag a pair of my jeans, which one of the girls had taken a few weeks ago. They had put a huge chain around the belt loops, with a chain that went from the back to the front under the crotch of the jeans. They got me to change into them, which wasn’t easy, as they were older jeans and fairly tight, even without this big chain. Once I was into them the locked the chain up with a big padlock and then I noticed Michelle and Jade had chained padlocked around each arm which they then padlocked around the chain on my waist. The chains on each of the girls were only about three feet long so I wasn’t going far from them that night.
After getting set up we called a cab and headed into a pub they had arranged as a starting place. After my first drink I needed to pee, not really having the chance to at home. They followed me in and unlocked me, then re-locked me up.We kept this up for hours, drinking heaps and feeling very drunk. We must have visited about eight pubs and night clubs, dancing and drinking, stumbling around and flirting with every guy we came across that was half decent.
It must have been about 12 pm and we were decidedly drunk. Kate suggested we head off to another nightclub she knew and so we left where we were and wandered up to the next nightclub. The bouncer at the nightclub decided that we could not enter, as we were too intoxicated. I hated that, but we didn’t argue and stood around for a while trying to agree what to do next. Catherine was stumbling around and was not looking too healthy. The rest of us started to debate where to go next. Eventually Kate got a little annoyed and said; “we’ll just pick the closest one because I’ve got to have a piss”. There was a bit of agreement around the group at that point so we headed off towards a pub one of the girls knew was less than 10mins away. We started to walk and very shortly after that, Kate started to get sick. Not a pleasant thing so we were all holding her, myself trying not to get sick as well let alone get any on me. She started crying, getting upset because she thought she was spoiling our fun. Well, after about five minuets of this she decided to head off to give up for the night and find a taxi. We offered to help follow her to the taxi, but she said she was ok and could make it on her own. So, down one, we headed off to the pub. By this stage I don’t know about the other girls but I was very full. Although not desperate I was getting very full and could feel my jeans pressing against me and I was having to keep my muscles tight. About five minuets later we arrived at the pub. Once inside, Kate and Jade both commented that the needed to find the ladies and by that stage we were all in agreement. None of us had seen a loo for nearly an hour and, under the circumstance, that was a lot of pressure.
Once at the toilets there was the typical line up. I guess most pubs are designed by guys and never have sufficient facilities. While we were lined up, Jade came to the realisation that Catherine had the keys to the locks. That was all I needed to know. This was not getting any better. I started to tell one of them off for being so stupid to let the keys go, not to mention why they had not thought of bringing spares. We decided not to give up our position in the queue and to try and I’d try to squeeze out of the jeans. By this stage Jade could not keep still and was doing the pee pee dance and by the time we were at the door, Kate had pushed her hand against her crotch a few times. I was certainly in need myself and my kidneys were aching from the wait. Once inside, I tried to get out of the jeans. Now, so close to relief, I was getting pretty desperate myself. The girls all tried to pull the jeans but they wouldn’t budge. The extra strain of trying to remove them was not helping any, neither were the sounds of other girls peeing and washing their hands. Finally, Kate, who was the only one not chained up, said “I’m sorry I can’t wait I have to pee”, the last bit said during a rapid movement to a recently vacated stall. Jade, going very flushed, looked and said” I have to go now too”. She was still attached to me and I replied “What about me, I have to go as well” But Jade started to head off to one of the stalls, dragging us in the same direction. The movement did not help me any. A little shuffling was required then Kate let out a little squeal, trying to get her pants down it was fairly clear she was already peeing. She sprayed the seat on the way down, splashing some on Michelle who was not too impressed. Seeing and hearing this was just about beyond me. My fists were balled up trying to concentrate on one thing, not wetting myself. Michelle then had a pee, me burying my head into Jade’s shoulder as I tried to hold on. Once this was over, they came up with the idea of asking the manager to cut the chains. I was sourly in need and agreed to anything that might help me out of this situation.
We waited for about five minuets for someone to come out. I was frantic and squeezing my legs together did not help either, as the chain between my legs got stuck. Soon someone came out and said they were looking for a way to get me loose. One guy, fairly cute, decided to try and pick the locks while someone was looking for some bolt cutters. This guy started to work on the lock near my waist, his face only an inch away from my belly. He pulled the chain and the extra pressure made me squirt. I started to panic, told him to wait and put my hands between my legs and pushed hard. I told him, I was very embarrassed about the whole thing but would be ok in a second. Just then they came out with a small set of bolt cutters. I regained my composure for a little while and they guy went down to try and cut the lock. I couldn’t cope. My heart was racing and I knew I had to go. I felt myself relax again and pee flowed into my pants, right in front of tis guys face. I crouched down, then said “I’m sorry” in a real girlie voice, grabbed my crotch and started to run out of the pub, friends in tow. I knew I couldn’t wait another second, squirts coming out ever step I took but I was too embarrassed to wet myself in the pub. Half way out, as I was having difficulty dragging the other girls, I lost it. Nearly two hours of alcohol came rushing out of me, no holes barred. I kept going, got out of the pub and everything poured out of me. I was so upset I was balling my eyes out, but in other ways it was such an amazing relieve to let all that pressure out.
So, one partially wet girl and me, totally saturated from the waist down, headed home. There was no way, in my state, I was going to ask anyone to cut off those chains.
Matrix
Writers Note.
This story was inspired by a group of girls I sited at a night club, all chained up and on arriving to a pub there was a frantic effort to get one loose so she could pee.
Email: matrix@accsoft.com.au