2. PUBLIC HUMILIATION 2 (28 minutes)

Cassandra covers the details so well that I have little to add, other than to tell you that the flood in the car park (parking lot) was pretty major. It was a very daring thing to do with so many people suddenly showing up. Happily, we got away unscathed.

Cassandra's description: Many B2B fans have expressed an interest in scenarios where the model has a challenge, so Dave decided to challenge me...in a public setting. The game began, as they all do, with the consumption of large quantities of liquid. I can't remember the exact count now (there may be a report on the quantity in the flic), but I do recall that I had quite a bit at the house and I continued to drink throughout the shoot. You will see the bottles piling up in the car.

The intended goal of the challenge was to reach the restroom in the store in time. The pre-established obstacles were the long drive to the destination and the knowledge that we would arrive approximately 15-20 minutes before the store opened. Things did not, however, go as planned.

As I've mentioned, my ability to concentrate declines sharply as I become more and more desperate to pee. The problem was compounded by the need to pay attention while driving. The mall we visited was completely unfamiliar to me and fairly unfamiliar to Dave, so locating the intended store did not work out as planned. I took a wrong turn, which landed us in a somewhat more active location than originally intended. It also put into question whether the opening time would be consistent. We discussed the possibility that the store would not open, but many retail establishments are on similar schedules so I hoped for the best. It didn't matter - I had already started shifting in my seat so there were very few options.

Dave had me select a spot where he could get a good shot from a distance, because I had to walk a number of yards to the front of the store. I had on jeans, so the level of discomfort after the drive was pretty high - jeans really put a lot of pressure on the tummy. As I approached the store I noticed that the hours were consistent, but it did not look like anyone was inside. In the meantime, other customers happen by to check out the window displays, etc. You will see me trying to conceal my need, but it was probably pretty obvious (lots of pacing and foot tapping, to be sure). At that point I made the decision that I wouldn't likely make it, so I was going to head back to the car. That was not, however, as easy as you would think.

I don't know what compells human nature, but of ALL of the empty parking spaces available in the lot some gentleman decided that he had to pull up in close proximity to Dave. We don't really want to have to explain our activities, so we try to keep the camera out of sight as much as possible in public. This forced Dave to have to stop rolling. At that point I am looking across the parking lot and my mind is racing - where can I go to pee if I can't get back to the car? The store is in the middle of a strip mall, so I couldn't go around to the back and the parking lot was slowly filling up with cars and people. Oh brother. I knew I was in trouble. I tried to remain calm, thinking that the man would simply exit his vehicle and proceed to one of the stores. No such luck. The guy actually starts HANGING AROUND THE PARKING LOT collecting baskets and trash and stuff! It is broad daylight, so the likelihood that I could duck behind a car without being noticed was slim. I was really worried and the additional anxiety ramped my need to pee WAY up.

FINALLY, the guy finishes up whatever it is he is doing and he starts to walk toward the stores. I couldn't possibly wait any longer. At that point I anticipated wetting in the car as my only alternative, but getting back to the car was a slow process. I couldn't run because I was wearing very high heels and I didn't want to call attention to myself because of the camera. Several cars started pulling in the lot, and a lady coming back from the grocery had to load her car just a yard or two from where we were parked. My bladder positively hurt with the pressure so it became increasingly difficult to walk for fear of losing it....it was like one of those old movies where they shift the perspective and the path "stretches" as you watch....

Did I ever tell you that I love Alfred Hitchcock movies? No? Suspense is one of my favorite genres (shouldn't be a suprise to you). Well...in the spirit of ole Freddy......I think I should let you watch the flic to see what happens next! There are pictures of my wet jeans on the drive home, but the story doesn't end there...

3. MISSED APPOINTMENT (18 minutes)

This was going to be a more structured movie than it turned out to be, and I'm sure some of you will criticise me for not having the camera running the whole time. Cassandra drank a lot before we started, then endured various delays, and then something happened that forced us to head for a backup filming location. Unfortunately for Cass, there were road works which held us up badly, and then traffic lights, and then, when we came to a place where she needed to change lanes to reach our intended destination, there were some 30 cars waiting at traffic lights and she was already frantic to pee. She took the other lane and made several unscheduled turns to find a place to stop before she wet herself in the car.

Cassandra's description: We did have a lot of fun with this one. I made a real effort to really tank up and push my boundaries and I think it paid-off. The first scenario we filmed was about a business woman who is going to an appointment at a retail establishment. Dave had picked out a really nice outfit - black pencil skirt, white satin blouse, garters/stockings....the works.

As we left the house, Dave mentioned that he had yet to pick out a costume element for one of the scenarios to be filmed later in this set. He wanted my opinion and asked if I could look at some clothing prior to this shoot. Sounded harmless enough, just a brief stop before filming. So we started with a not-unlengthy drive to a store, where we spent quite a bit of time checking out the various options. Finally satisfied, we stood in line to make our purchases. I had, at that point, a brief inkling that I might be in trouble. As we stood in line I could feel the heaviness of my bladder and the slight tug at the waistband of my garter belt. I managed to distract myself with a little bit of banter and a keener than usual interest in the magazine rack.

By the time we arrived at the fist shoot location, I was convinced that I had beat the need to go. Feeling somewhat confident I proceeded to the retail establishment to make my "inquiries" (yes....this is during regular business hours). Things were going smoothly until I noticed an older gentleman sitting in a car in very close proximity to the area in which I was starting to pace nervously. That was a little unsettling. How long had he been watching me? Had he seen the camera? He made some comment that, by that point, was essentially lost on my ears. All I could think about was the fact that I was getting very uncomfortable and that there was NO WAY I could stick around for some sort of discussion about my actions.

Once my level of excitement went up, it became horribly difficult to control my need to pee. Dave and I departed for the second portion of the shoot and he assured me that it wouldn't be very much longer. I did not want to go in the car because it seemed like a complete bust on many levels. In the black skirt it would have been invisible on film and, to make matters worse, the car was a loner (I don't usually drive, so I have no car of my own). I twitched and turned and finally had to seek a safe place to jump out. Dave pointed to a private drive that was heavily wooded. Desperate for anything off the busy highway, I took my chances. Wow! You are just gonna have to see this one - we couldn't have planned better lighting.

I climbed back in the car and started leaving just in time - the owner's truck was coming down the drive as we pulled away.

4. RECONSTRUCTION (23 minutes)

Cassandra tells you all about one of her practicing sessions on her way home from work where things went a little bit wrong for her (actually, that's quite an understatement). Since we couldn't possibly film in the places she went and do a real reconstruction, she tanked up on liquids, waited until she was in urgent need of the loo, and then related her ordeal. At the end, she wets herself at the very moment in her story where this occurred. I felt that was a pretty good reconstruction!

Cassandra's description: Those of you who have read my posts on the Bound2Burst message board, or joined in the chatroom sessions, have heard me talk about "practicing" for shoots by experimenting with holding times in my real life. My attempts started small and in situations where a bathroom was present, like drinking an extra beer at a restaurant or a really big soda at the mall. Most of the time these efforts resulted in a bit of squirming but there was a very low likelihood of a truely desperate situation. Gradually I started branching out to more challenging situations. Dave was very interested in these personal attempts and we wanted a way to recreate the experience, so we put together a type of monologue situation where I tell you the story of my practice session while trying to hold.

This was a very different experience and it had a different set of challenges. I brought along a work outfit typical for my everyday life to help bring the experience of a difficult commute home to life. Standing in the house with my sweater and skirt set, a pole, and a chair I attempt to describe what happens when events take an unexpected turn (as things tend to do in real life). I say attempt because I had consumed quite a bit of liquid and my ability to recall information definitely deteriorates as my need to go increases.

The story begins with a visit to another office. While I have worked in this office before, it is in different section of town and the particulars (timetables, entrances/exits, transfers) are a bit fuzzy. It should have occured to me, at the time, that it wouldn't be the best time to test my stamina....but....I did. You get to watch as I recount a fairly frustrating train and bus trip. There is plenty of toe tapping, wiggling and shifting as I try to explain the delays I encountered and the thoughts that were racing through my mind on that day. By the time I get to my virtual front door, you will undoubted feel the weight of my resignation as I realize that holding it any longer is simply futile.