I closed the door and headed in to take a piss. It’s unbelievable that just going to the toilet has become such a goddam chore. I decided that I couldn’t stand up and ever put all of it into the porcelain bowl, so I was forced to sit down to pee like a girl. It still sprayed all around but I could sort of wipe myself off and get by until I showered again. Maybe I’d get used to it by the time she contacted me again but I doubted it. The one thing I knew for sure was that wearing this thing was not going to be a fleeting occurrence. She had locked me up for the long run and there wasn’t anything I could do about it short of surgery. At the moment, that certainly wasn’t an option. I was actually intrigued by the whole thing and wanted to see how it would play out.
I passed the rest of the ni
