After an intense night of learning about some of what my new slave staus would entail, I awoke feeling so strange the next morning. I wasn't in my comfortable bed. I oculdn't smell coffee from my timer-activated coffemaker. I didn't hear classical music from my clcok radio. Then I became more aware of my sourrounds.

I was in a stables, in a narrow stall that I suppose had once housed catte or some other animals. I was cold and naked but for a hood and a chain around my neck. The straw on the floor pricked my nude body. I felt hungry. Mistress soon came with some dry food for me to eat. A little later she returned with a bowl of water, held to my mouth, and I drank. She pointed out a chamberpot among the pieces of stran and told me to pee. I resisted, but after she left I gave in.

My warm urine splased iniitially into the chamberpot but then made a suprising erotic sound as my stream playe against the curved sides of the pot. I couldn't help wondering how many animals had peed into the straw in that same stall. When I finished I put the cover on the pot in a ridiculous attempt at civility and awaited Mistress' return.