“Sir I need to use the restroom.” My request was quickly answered with a slap to the face that knocked me to the floor.

“You whore,” he spat at me. “I told you never to speak unless spoken to. When are you going to learn?”

He walked over to where I lay on the floor. Then pressed his steel-toed boot against my clean-shaven nut sac until I doubled over in pain. I was so close to emptying my bladder, but I knew that if I did there would be hell to pay for later. “Now you may ask your question.”

“Sir please…” Again he slapped me across the face drawing blood.

“I told you never to speak until I said the word speak,” he spit. “Now try again whore.”

I lay motionless, afraid even to breathe.

“You may ask your question.”

Still I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to make him any angrier than he already was. I knew I was a bad slave. I was such work. That’s why I was so thankful to have him in my life.

He bent down to where I was. His face was inches from mine and said, “Speak.”

“Sir, please may I use the restroom?” I asked in a low voice, careful not to look him directly in the eyes. After all I was not his equal.

“I don’t know it doesn’t sound like you want it bad enough.” He walked back to his leather chair in the dark dungeon room I called home. “Come here!” he commanded and on all fours I crawled over to where he sat. Lowering my head at his feet I awaited his approval. “Try again whore, you may speak.”

“Thank you for giving me another chance sir. Please, I really need to piss. May I piss?” I begged him.

“Much better whore, much better. Now stand.”

I did as he said, standing straight up, arms at either side.

“Go get your glass.” I walked over and grabbed the glass I was supposed to pee in whenever he allowed me. “Fill it up whore.” As soon as he said those words I put the head of my cock inside the glass and let it rip. The feeling of relief as my bladder relaxed and filled the glass was indescribable. I filled it to the rim. I had so much saved up inside me. I was careful not to spill a drop as I placed it on the table next to my master’s chair.

“You know what to do now. Don’t you?” he asked me. I nodded and ran over to get my drinking bowl, placing it at my master’s feet. He reached down and emptied the glass of piss into the bowl.

“Now drink it bitch! I don’t want to see a drop of your nasty slut piss left in that bowl. You understand?” I got on my knees and like the dog that I was I drank it all up.

As I cleaned my drinking bowl free of piss, my master played with his large uncut cock. A studded leather ring adorned the base of his shaft and he ran his hand up and down on it, careful not to hit the studs. They were razor sharp. I knew that all too well. Once the bowl was totally clean, I sat up and watched as he stroked his cock until he got rock hard.

“You like this boy, don’t you?”

I shook my head vigorously.