Humiliation in a bar.

This is more of a wickedly humiliating scenario than a pure grossout, although it's also pretty gross.

We're sitting at a table, finishing our drinks, and I can see the beginnings of a smirk playing across her face. We've been drinking margaritas and, as usual, I got drunker faster than I'd realized while she had only had one or two. She sighs, crosses her legs, looks at me, and I say "Okay I just need to use the bathroom before we go."

"Nope." Smirking radioactively now.

"What?"

"You're going to sit here until you piss yourself." She sighs, laughs, looks me up and down.

I'm blushing and feeling defiant. "No, I'm not. I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom."

"Do you have your wallet?"

"No, you told me not to bring it."

"I see. Do you have your phone?"

"Well, it's in your car."

"I see." Smirking and giggling. "If you had to walk back, how far would you have to walk?"

"A long way?"

"Do you even know the way?"

I'm beginning to see her point. Feeling frightened, I answer "Not really?"

"Well, if you get up to go to the bathroom, I will have the check paid and be gone long before you get back, darlin' ."

I realize she isn't bluffing. Weigh my odds. She's completely right. I start to whine "No, seriously, this is one of my big fears."

"I know Isn't it perfect?"

I cross my legs, try to think about something else. She's pointedly sipping at her drink, sloshing the liquid around the ice cubes. "These drinks are so cold" she says.

"So are you."

"Yeah. Have you ever seen a waterfall?"

"That's so 9th grade and it's not going to work."

"I know how suggestible you are. I'm pretty sure it will. Can't you just picture a giant waterfall, water cascading down...."

She talks shit for a long time, interrupted only by an occasional laughing fit, as I try to think about other things and squirm like mad. She talks about waterfalls, beaches, rainfall, she plays with her drink, she asks me about my bladder...on and on and finally I can't take it. She sees the horrified, humiliated look on my face, peeks under the table and sees that a stain is spreading where I've lost control. "OH MY GOD DID YOU JUST PISS YOURSELF?" She yells, laughing riotously. Everybody turns around to look at me, natch.

By now I'm blushing, burning, almost ready to cry from sheer embarrassment. She says "Okay babe, now all you have to do is take the loooooong walk up to the register and pay." She hands me some cash out of my wallet (which she had in her purse) and as I walk up I'm aware of the eyes of customers and waitresses crawling all over me. I can hear stifled giggles and the cashier who takes my money has to keep holding her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing outright. We walk out and she has ahold of my arm, forcing me to walk exaggeratedly slowly, on display all the way out to the car.