“It makes perfect sense,” he had informed her. “It’s the middle of December and we might get a snow or ice storm, and besides, if somebody has...too much to drink, they don’t have to drive home. We get a special discount on rooms.” Lauren had agreed with that, though she was surprised that Peter didn’t get just a room, but a small suite.In another display that Peter had more money than he ever let on, he brought his own tuxedo, an evening jacket as he called it. She had never known anybody who. I was now bound before my new Mistress; my heart waspounding as she stepped to me."Slave JA, you are now mine." she said. I had given a slave name. "Doyou agree to any and all trials I shall require of you?"I nodded again. She then instructed the doctor to inject my balls withthe shot. I had no idea what they were talking about.The doctor asked, "How much?"Mistress replied, "One pound in each half."The doctor now stood between my legs, she held my balls in her hand. Icould not see everything,. Not getting a response and not seeing him in the room, she shrugged. She figured there must be a long line or he had to wait for the food. Angie moved to the counter , picked up her hairbrush, and began brushing out her short brown hair.Ten minutes later, Angie was laying on her bed in her nightgown and socks when there was a knock at the door."Angie, it's Peter," Peter called from outside. "Is it safe to come in?"Angie smiled at his thoughtfulness."Come on in, Peter."She heard him slip the key. Finally, I stopped behind a bush, spread my thick stubby tree trunklegs, and twisting my gaze as far from the mess at my crotch aspossible, let loose.It sounded like a god damned fire hose. And it stank.Getting up, I found I'd drenched myself. The giant bush was soaked withurine, and it was running down my legs. I didn't have anything to wipewith. Hadn't even really thought of wiping.Sighing for what felt the millionth time that day, I lumbered on,stomach growing tighter as the sun climbed in.