“Master, Sir, please, I beg you,” I shouted, “may I please pee?”
He turned back slowly and smiled.
“Why of course. Go ahead and piss.”
There? Piss right there. My eyes questioned him though I didn’t open my mouth.
He laughed seeing my distress, then scowled. “Someone get a bucket for the b***h. I don’t want her dirtying my cage.”
He turned away, while those behind him stayed. A bucket appeared in the hand of the blonde waif-girl and was set between my legs and under my crotch. “It’s the only way you’ll get out of there,” she whispered to me. “Trust me, I know.”
Madeleine exited the cage, locking it again, while I contemplated my dilemma. The only way I’d relieve myself was to piss right there before the dozens who looked on. While I could barely hold my bladder, something stronger,
