“That depends,” You answer. “Why does my little slut wish to be excused?” I sigh inwardly, wondering if I will be punished for try...ng to side-step Your orders. You are my Master, and I should deny You nothing. I decide to start again, this time asking You how I knew all along You wanted me to ask. Deep breath. “Master, may I please be excused to go and use the toilet?” My voice is not very loud, but I don’t rush the sentence, as You will only make me repeat it. I. Once in the safety of his home he set down his bag and wentand changed out of his drab boy clothes. Moments later he emerged fromhis bedroom in a white camisole with lace edging and a tight pair ofpurple shorts. Underneath his purple panties and medium-sized buttplugremained. Tim felt much, much more comfortable now. As he passed his bagon the way to the kitchen he heard the sound of a text message again.'That must be a reply from Master!' Tim thought. Checking his phone hefound a simple. Sitting on small cots or lying down flat. Some of the guys are ass down. Some are ass up. Most all of these guys are completely naked, the small white towels cast aside. Not the same civilized scene as the guys drinking beer and watching the basketball out front. As I move further in, there is man traffic in the hallways. I have to squeeze by two forty year old guys, having a serious close chat. An ancient guy drifts out of a doorway, gawking at me, smiling as I pass. How disgusting. Other. Is everything okay?" Serena yelled before acoughing fit overtook her as she stepped inside the door. Steppingfurther inside, the room seemed to be engulfed in a cloud of steamcausing Serena to pilot herself to the tub blindly"Gauds it's horridly hot in here!" Serena commented before sliding outof her robe letting it drop to the floor."Mistress...will you be needing your back scrubbed now?" Serena mutteredto cover for her nakedness.As she got to the tub she noticed something strange, somehow her.