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3 Days of Torture i hadn't been back to California to visit my relatives in seven years when Mistress ordered me to cross the country to go see them. During this time, my slave duties would be suspended and i would be a free person for three days. After 24/7 service for seven years, i am very well trained and totally obedient. However, other than running routine errands i rarely get out of Mistress's house. The flight was uneventful except for when the metal detector went off due to my chastity device. The TSR took me to a room where i had to pull down my pants. The guard snickered at the size of my small cage and told me i can go through. Normally i'm kept naked, so it felt strange wearing clothes and i missed the weight of my cuffs and collar. i was happy i still had my chastity device at least. i was staying with my sister's family. The first awkward moment came when her husband asked me what i do for a living. i studdered for a moment, then said i worked in the hospitality industry and was in town for a meeting. Conversations were difficult. i was completely rusty at small talk. Normally i'm required to remain silent unless responding to my Mistress. On top of that, i'm used to eye restrictions and i always found myself looking downward. Eating at the table and using utensils was awkward also, since i normally eat out of a bowl on the floor. Everyone kept telling me to relax, but the anxiety built up and up and i always found myself doing some kind of housework to make the time pass. The first night, I tried laying on a bed for the first time in years. Sleep was impossible. The bed was simply too soft. I finally dozed off when i laid down on the floor like I do at home. The next day when it was time for my "meeting," i took an Uber downtown and hung out in Mr. S Leather for a few hours. That night everyone got together at a nice Mexican restaurant. On the rare occasions when i accompany Mistress to a restaurant, she usually orders the most inexpensive item for me. So i ordered the least expensive dish on the menu along with a water. After another night on the floor of the guest room, i was ready to head home. The funny thing was even when my Mistress was thousands of miles away, i still had an intense fear of making a mistake and displeasing Her. She is very strict and i am in constant terror of getting my ass thrashed with Her cane. i finally got back to Florida late at night. Mistress and her lover were already asleep. i was so happy to be back in my element. Naked, collared, and dedicated to making my Owner's life more comfortable. It was nice seeing everybody back home, but three days away from Mistress was like three days of torture. i missed Her strength and guidance so much. Suddenly getting my ass thrashed with Her cane didn't seem so bad anymore. i smiled with contentment as i curled up in my spot under the stairs. As i drifted off to sleep i went over my tasks for tomorrow. wannabe slave. |
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