The first thing I felt was the pain. Just turning over my ass and cunt started throbbing. The need to piss was the next thing I registered. It turned into my first conscious thought. “If you don’t get up soon you’ll piss yourself.”

Groaning I opened my eyes. Naked between the satin sheets I struggled to get up. “What and how much did I drink last night?” I muttered. My head was pounding, my ass and cunt were throbbing. Must have been a hell of a party…

Finally I managed to get up, staggered into the bathroom and made it to the seat before the piss started to flow. Just.

For a long time I just sat there, slumped on the toilet and let my body do what it had to do. With a sigh I got up and stretched myself, wiped myself, flushed.

Why did I hurt so much today? – Because you had this big knot in your cunt while you rode your owners cock a voice in my head piped up and I groaned.

Last night… the memories came back. But had it been only last night? I was back in my bungalow, alone.

Stiff legged I made my way into the small kitchen. Only half aware of what I was doing I made coffee. Dusk or dawn outside… this small time window where you couldn’t be sure. If it was dawn I had about an hour to get awake and make myself presentable before he would come to get me.

If it was dusk he would be here sooner.

The clock on the microwave was no help. At this time of the year it would fit for early morning or evening. No food on the counter pointed towards morning. After discovering that I usually only ate after his dog had fucked me his staff… – Keith – only brought it while I was down in the basement.

The scent of the fresh coffee revived me further. And shame surfaced.