An hour ago I was in the shower, curled at the drain, crying. Watching the clear water swirl around the drain and thinking how much better it would look in deep red.
I imagined Master pissing on me, lifting my chin and covering my face, hair, lips, nose, eyes, stinking piss everywhere. "Man, that smells bad", he said- that was Sunday, wasn't it? And Saturday too. I silently agreed with him then.
I am worth pissing on. Otherwise, why would he bother. I pulled myself up, away from the mesmerizing drain, shaved half of one leg (who is going to see my legs, who cares?) and got out to dry myself. I considered going collarless (who will notice? who cares?) but I put it on after all. I considered not being a slave anymore, but I know that is what I am and I can't do otherwise.
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