It is 7:30, Sunday morning. I just drank my master's morning pee, then sucked his dick, then rolled over on my side so that he could fuck me from behind. He is on the phone with his daughter now. She lives in the States. He dismissed me for a few minutes. He cannot talk with her while I am with him. I am too much of a distraction. His daughter is also able to sense that he is with someone. She imagines a woman, of course. I am the next best thing, or maybe even better. I am his sex and toilet slave, his pet faggot, his sissy toy.

When he calls for me, he may shit in my mouth, or save it for my breakfast. I prefer it in my mouth, of course. Breakfast, as all meals, are a scene, a scene of gangbang and bukakke to begin the day. Bukakke here is never just cum and pee. It is usually also shit. To be sure, there is plenty of sucking and fucking, too. My master tries his best to provide me with new meat – new cock – as much as he is able. I have observed that Sundays are always especially rich in this regard. Before church – Catholic mass – men are particularly generous with their cocks, their cum, their pee, and their shit.

There are always the horses and the dogs. Today, I have been told, to challenge my experience and talents as a faggot whore, female whores will be brought in to work the men in cooperation, in tandem, with me. We do this only once a week. You know, my dearest husband, that I am purely homosexual, a lifelong faggot. Never have I had any sexual interest in women. Today, as usual, I will eat just-fucked pussies and asses; share cum, pee, and shit mouth-to-mouth; drink girl pee and eat girl shit; eat menstruating pussies; and get fucked by women wearing strap-ons. I love it dirty, very dirty. When it is all over, though, to purge me of the woman, I seriously need to wallow in all-male filth, eat cum, drink man-pee, and eat man-shit 'til I am blue in the face.