After my last piss I squirmed around to where I could see the clock by the bed. Now it tells me that Mistress has been gone for over sixty hours – two and a half days. Fighting back panic I make myself wait for ten minutes. Then I try again. Concentrating desperately at getting the firmest grip I can beforehand, I give that sleeve my most dedicated effort yet. And it turns! At least I think it does. I swear I feel it twist the tiniest bit before my fingers slip off. Deliberately I wait, offering another prayer and letting my racing heart settle before trying again.
No luck. I try again, and again. Still no luck. But on the fourth try that sleeve definitely turns incrementally. Hugely relieved and thankful for my owner’s restraint in not tightening it down too much I keep working at it. It
