He was standing, looking out the picture window.He was standing, looking out the picture window. He turned to face me. I stood there in front of him, eyes down, every inch the obedient slave, doing my very best to play the part as he wanted. "Are you beginning to understand?" he said. "Ah," I nodded enthusiastically, not beginning to understand. "We'll see," he said, glancing at his watch. He turned back to the window. I went to put on my collar, thinking that might help convince him. Of course it didn't. I had to wait. I just stood there, trying to focus my mind on not letting my jaw hurt. The other device in me wasn't really a bother if I didn't move around much. I hadn't had to piss yet. He went to the armchair and sat. I just stood where I was in front of the window, legs apart, looking down at the floor, waiting. Despite my best efforts, the gag still got to me. It is the worst. I gave up trying to stop the saliva from leaking around it, and let it drip on me and the floor. It's so hard to swallow with that thing in; I feel like I'll sprain something. |