“Yes, I do. Sir.”
“You may keep the panties and the hairbrush as they are.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She was happy.
“Good night, Karen.”
“Have a very good night, Sir.”
I checked her CVs for a reading proof and sent my comments to her through an email right after our phone conversation. Then I watched TV for some time and went to bed by 11:30PM my time.
I woke up at 6:30AM next morning. I took a shower and had a cup of coffee and waited for nothing but to prolong the time before calling her. It was 7:30AM and I called her.
“Good morning, Karen.”
“Good morning, Sir.”
“Are you still in bed?”
“Yes I am, Sir”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Not really, Sir.”
“Why is that?”
“I need to use bathroom, Sir.”
“For what purpose?”
“I need to pee, Sir.”
“Are you holding it back for long?”
“Not so long but for some time, Sir.”
“Do you have a Bluetooth headset?”
“Yes, I do. Sir”
“Put that on”
“Yes, Sir. May I get up from the bed, Sir?
“You may.” She got up from the bed and put on the headset. I asked her to go to the bathroom and to turn on the camcorder. She did. Then I ordered her to step into the bathtub. She was in the bathtub wearing her pajamas and in need of a pee.
“When was the last time you wet your pants, Karen?”
“I don’t remember, Sir.”
“You will be a pee slut today. You are going to pee into your pants now. Do it bitch!”
I wasn’t sure if she hesitated any but she started doing it.
“Keep reporting to me, dirty whore!” I ordered her.
“I am peeing into my pajama bottoms, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for making me a pee slut today, Sir.” She was really good.
I waited for her to finish peeing into her pants. I kept her at that state for a minute after she was done. A big girl with wet pants standing in a bathtub was being recorded.
“Do you feel dirty?” I knew the answer.
“I feel dirty, Sir.”
“Are you a little dirty slut?”
“I am, Sir. I am a little dirty slut.”
“Unbutton your pajama jacket.”
“Yes, Sir.” I waited for her to unbutton her jacket and, ” Done, Sir.”
“Raise your left breast a little higher by using your left hand.”
“Done, Sir.”
“Spit on it.” I hardly heard her spitting on her left breast.
“Done, Sir.” She said.
Believe me that you can use anything as an excuse to fire a slave or sub but you need to do it at the right time. So I did.
“You dirty worthless slut! You can’t do a simple thing! I must hear it here. Spit on it again! Do it properly this time!”
“I am sorry, Sir. I will…”
I interrupted her immediately with a louder voice. “Stop telling me, you are sorry! Just do it! Little whore!” She did it again and I heard it clearly this time.
“Smear your dirty saliva on your breast now.” I ordered her.
“I am doing it, Sir. Smearing my dirty…”
I interrupted her again. “Shut up!” and she did. I continued “Grab your pussy over your pants with your right hand.”
She did.
“Is it wet?”
“It is wet, Sir.”
“What is wet?”
She hesitated but she was able to tell me. “My pants and my pussy, Sir.”
“Have you just said you are wet because of the pee?” I was going to push her in any direction I wanted. She was almost lost.
She hesitated again. “No, Sir.” She thought it might be a mistake and tried to correct it. “Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t sure yet so she tried it again “Both, Sir.” She said it finally “I was really wet before the pee, Sir. I swear, Sir.” I was just about to laugh at that situation, but I didn’t.