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It was Thursday morning. I had been back in the flat for two hours. I was hungry. It was another day without work, my agency said it would probably be like this until the following week. However I couldn't yet eat.
Earlier when I returned from walking Boy, Mr Stephens asked me if I had had breakfast, when I responded negativity, he put out his hand. "Phone" I handed it over and watched as he closed the door in my face. Leaving me to wait outside for his return. A number of people walked by I tried to avoid their gaze, i hoped they just thought I was someone on their way to work, waiting for a colleague He opens the door and handed back the phone. No breakfast until the phone tells you, same goes for lunch.
An alarm went off I looked at it. hopefully, the hope was dashed when I saw it was an instruction to send. Mr Stephens a selfie. It was another ten minutes before a text came through. giving me permission to eat. Without thinking I responded with" Thank You Mr Stephens." "Porridge, four slices of toast." "Yes Mr Stephens" I was grateful that he was taking time to tell me what to eat.
Normally on days where I didn't have a job to go to I'd lounge on the sofa, my. hand down a pair go jogging pants slowly wanking myself. That hadn't been possible for the last two days, the stiff collared shirt meant lounging was all but impossible,. the forced. posture meant that I could only sit on a hard upright chair. and not. the comfy soft cushions of the sofa.
As I ate. breakfast. I looked at the time it was 11.30, that was a very late breakfast,. I'm glad Mr Stephens took time out to tell me to eat I thought. I began wondering if. my text thanking him had been suitably grateful. I washed up and put everything away. I took out my phone and started looking at random profiles on the dating apps.I suddenly decided it was time to review my profiles,. they were quite bland, and had long thought they could be. spiced up, as at the moment they just said I liked being on my knees sucking dick. So added a few adjectives such as obedient, submission, follows orders. and collared. I also laughed at the fact that I could ever have considered my self 50/50 so adjusted it to tell there world I was 100% submissive.
Another text. It was noon. Lunchtime. Make sure its' a big one. Bacon eggs and sausage. I was still full from breakfast, but an order was an order. I just about managed to. swallow the last mouthful when a text ordering me to send a clear plate. I took and sent it. "call that clear, there's egg yolk left on it. Clear it now, Lick it up." I lifted the plate and licked the remains of the egg yolk, as asked ,and sent a photo as proof.
Sitting at home all day. had been boring, my mind was unable ti concentrate on anything other than when Mr Stephens's next alarm or text would arrive. I couldn't even get any enjoyment from looking at the dating apps Half an hour before my final reminder email I had a text instructing me to drink four pints of water before leaving the flat. Finally 7.15 came, it was time for the walk.
On our return, Mr Stephens order me in. I moved towards a chair expecting to be invited to sit down,. Place your phone on the table and stand there, he said pointing to a corner of the kitchen I felt like a naughty school child, and was half expecting to be told to stand looking at the wall. Stand straight and look forward. He the proceeded to ignore me, as he. finished cooking his meal. He then suddenly disappeared,. I could hear noises upstairs and a conversation. It was I guessed an hour before he returned, come here Boy he said whilst standing at the door, the dog barked and ran towards him. I was again alone in the kitchen. Suddenly the water that I had. been ordered to drink earlier. began to have an impact. I desperately wanted to piss. I realised that I didn't know where Mr Stephens's bathroom, was, and more importantly he wasn't here for me to ask. Within seconds my bladder just relaxed and aI fit my legs become wet as I pissed myself I For the second time that evening I had. a flashback to my school days.
Mr Stephens 'returned, alone,. i could hear Boy scampering around the living room. I watched as he plated. some food, Spag Bol , he sat down and tool=k a mouth full of wine. There was only one plate. "Surely you're still not hungry after such. big breakfasts and lunch?. I think you can skip this meal. He ate in silence. Reaching for my phone he looked at it. "Unlock it.and keep it unlocked".
I moved towards the phone, knocked it and placed it beside him. He then shooed me away back to my corner. He played with it for some five minutes. So are you hungry? Yes Mr Stephens. He lifted his plate and scraped some of the food onto the floor. There you go, lifted his glass of wine and. began to drink. He looked at me, put the glass down, and with is hands wide open, said I thought you were hungry, Eat. I fell to my knees and s crawled to where he d[had deposited the food, and began to eat. When I had finished I stood up, and looked straight ahead. I think there's still some left, just like that plate at lunchtime. I want it clean. I knelt back down and began to lick the remaining sauce where the food had been. As I did so a ten pound note fell to the floor, I was about to reach out for it when Mr Stephens. foot trod on it. He slid it along the floor into the sauce, the dragged it back again, creating a trail of sauce that led to his shoe, I liked all the way to the tip of the shoe making sure that every single trace of sauce was removed. The ten quid note was still under the shoe I remained where I was waiting. Mr Stephens lifted his shoe so it was resting on the heel. I was about to take the. money when I spotted that there was some sauce on the sole of the shoe, i lifted my self up slightly and. Licked. I picked up the money and returned to my corner. Mr Stephens. sat there looking, smiling but said nothing.
Eventually the silence was broken. That's better. Now to address your bladder problem. If Boy can kept in until I give him the opportunity to piss, so can you. When in my company you can only piss when I. give permission OK?I don't care how desperate you are. Understand. "Yes Mr Stephens." Just so you remember, I expect you to wear those trousers tomorrow morning, even if they are still damp and smell of piss.
I'm assuming you don't have any work tomorrow. No Mr Stephens', hopefully next week". To be honest I don't care if you have work or not, what I care about is that you are prompt when you come here to work for me, and that you. have the ability and willingness to follow orders." But you can make yourself useful. Stay there.
He returned with a huge army type ruck sack. Boots. They need polishing, every single one of them. I want them done by your evening shift tomorrow. Now go home and sleep.
"Yes Mr Stephens."
By the time I was home it was almost 10.45pm. I was spending more of my time with Mr Stephens each night. I hope. I wasn't annoying him. I resolved to try and make sure that I left earlier the next night. I undressed My trousers were still damp, the smell of piss was strong. I was considering a shower. When a test came through. "Before you even think about it, you will not shower tonight, you need to remember the consequence of failing to control that urge to piss". "Yes Mr Stephens" I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth,. I returned. There was a single message. "Go to sleep". "Yes Mr Stephens " I said to my self as I got into bed and turned off the bedside light.