Chapter 19 - Rules for work
It was hours before Master came back down and it gave me a lot of time to reflect on my actions today and the whole training period. The combination of their piss, spit, cum and Kyrin's ass mixed together left a bad scent on my face. My body felt dirty and sticky and I desperately wanted a shower or at least the chance to wash off.
While this experience made me think about where I am and how I deserved it - it also made me focus on the whole journey. How have I come to the point of actually wanting to be a slave and feeling right in that role? Was it the incidents in my life that shaped me - like this one I just described? I actually had two other experiences in my youth that were similar in their impact. Or, was it because of my DNA and hard wiring that allowed these incidents to happen to me? Am I different because I let them happen while others would do something to stop them? There may not be any answers to these questions.
I drifted back to thinking about tomorrow - which would mark the end of my training period and my first day of work. My thoughts were interrupted by Master's footsteps. He came part of the way down the steps and said, "rinse yourself off using the hose, clean up the mess and meet me upstairs. We need to go over the rules for your work tomorrow."
He walked back up and I proceeded to follow his instructions. I used the hose to wash myself off. It felt cold and I really wanted to use soap, but thought it would be best to followed his exact instructions. Even after rinsing - I couldn't get the feeling of Kyrin's ass off my face. It still felt wet even after I dried off and with the piss washed off me the smell of his ass seemed stuck in my nose. After rinsing off I cleaned up the area - washing the piss and stuff into the floor drain. I did use soap when cleaning the basement floor.
When done, I walked up the stairs with my chastity device in hand and went over to the living room where Master was sitting. It appeared that Kyrin had left. "Come over here, Seth", Master said in a surprisingly welcoming voice. "Are you OK"?
"Yes, Sir, thank you again Sir," I replied as he cut me off.
"No, Seth, seriously, are you Ok after what happened downstairs"?