I had passed the beginning stages of eventually becoming his full time slave. In order to become Master's full time slave I needed to be willing to mo...e in with him and get a tattoo proclaiming I was property of Master Ross either above my ass or below my belly button. I had written it in permanent black marker for Master's temporary approval. It was getting closer to me being done with school and I was ready to move in with Master. As the time grew closer, Master Ross informed me that he had. I had to pee so I decided I would go in to relive my self and to warm up a little bit. I had never been in a truck stop and expected it to be a dark smelly redneck filled dump but was surprised to find that it was actually a very nice and clean place. I walked into the bathrooms to find a very modern place. It looked like it was recently re-done and had all of the newest technology. I went into the biggest stall at the end and sat down to relieve myself. I was in there for a couple minutes. Yeah, there's been some times I overreacted because some things didn't go the way I wanted. I was young and saw myself as an artist, and I thought My artwork had no value if it wasn't exactly like I intended it to be.Even in your current state, the idea of the only true and all powerful God being a teenage hipster with anger issues fighten you more than when you thought He was just an old bigot with anger issues.Don't worry, I calmed down since then, He declares like He just read your mind.. She scowled at him starting at her short black leather croptop and matching skirt, both of which fastened up the front. She wore leather sleeves on her forearms and wielded a thick cane."You pathetic weasel," she called. "Don't look at me with those filthy eyes. You've been here many times, you know the rules."The Mistress Katrina dropped the cane and dragged Simon up by his ear. She grabbed a nearby paddle hanging on the wall of her dungeon, pulled the young father up by his ears and threw him.