Another Breakfast With Ms. O’Brien
So it’s back to the grand old home of Becky O’Brien, inherited from her mother. It’s been a few weeks since I moved in and my life is now one of total servitude and submission... though gratefully I am spared the dreariness of housework since the nude and caged stepbrother Jackie remains in such capacity.
I am nearly finished with toilet training. The cold water deluging into my throat with each count... one, two, three... then gushing forth on four... has changed to a very warm acidic liquid the color of yellow. Nurse Ramona claims it is a specially tainted water, its look and taste mixed to best acclimate me to potty duty. But I suspect it is the real stuff, particularly after her appraisal...
‘Urine is actually rather clean, Ryan... unless there is
