I’ve just completed my extended service to Master David who kept me on, so I am free to find my own new Master again. Of course, my last day was just another day of service and my release wasn’t really marked in any particular way. Nor should it be. The only thing different about it was that it was not a full day and I ceased to be owned by Master David at 6PM so I made an early dinner. I am being released a few days early because it is more convenient for Master David. It is also 19 years exactly since the slave was first registered. Because of this Master David has ordered it to revert back to its original slave registration number that was assigned to it back then – 000-100-110. He has also stripped it of its slave name, so it is just a number until it is owned again. It was changed by a previous Master who wanted a newer number to represent that it joined his household after the slave he already had. Apparently slrns starting 000 are the original ones. Updates will be made to the site over time to reflect this. It is also the slave’s birthday today.
Just before 6PM I completed my leaving checklist, ensuring that all the chores were done and handing the required equipment, gear and clothing over to Master David. I was then ordered to take off my normal wear for his house. I was blindfolded and Master David put a t-shirt on me. I felt my chastity cage being removed. A catheter was inserted and the cage put on again. I felt some shorts being put on then my butt plug being inserted. Slightly confusing. At this point I was un-blindfolded. I looked down and saw I was dressed in a black t-shirt with the words ‘I suck…’ on it Not too bad I thought. Then I looked further down and I was in the tightest pair of white shorts I have ever seen. These things left nothing to the imagination, you could clearly make out the metal chastity cage and padlock. They were fitted so they went right in between my arse cheeks. Master made me feel the back of the shorts. As My hands reached round I realised that to add to my embarrassment the butt plug had been fed through a hole in the rear of my shorts so was clearly visible when I moved. It was that holding the shorts into my arse and pulling the front tighter. I now started to notice something else, the catheter had begun doing it’s job and a wet patch was forming on the front of the shorts, turning them semi-transparent and making the metal chastity cage even more prominent. Master then ordered me out of his house. I had parked around a 15 minute walk from Masters and I knew I would be walking back to my car. I did think about altering my outfit slightly to make it less humiliating but Master had told me he was following a safe distance behind so I didn’t and walked through the streets to my car, feeling every movement of the plug as the wet patch got bigger and chastity cage more and visible. The shorts got more clingy as they got wet as well. it was so embarrassing. I was trying to hide everything as I walked must have looked like I was drunk because I was walking funny. Everyone would have known something was up, but what they thought I don’t know. The rural setting helped because I didn’t see many people and thankfully those I did see were quite far away so wouldn’t have been able to see exactly what i was dressed like. Master had gotten the humiliation vs the danger factor exactly right.
At the car I made the decision to sit on a plastic bin bag and just drive straight home. At home I got some scissors, stood in the bath and removed the plug and the shorts. My plan was to cut the end off the catheter so that I could remove it. It was only at this point that I realised to my horror that the end of the catheter was inside the chastity cage. I have no way to get it until Master David posts the keys to me ‘at his convenience’. Until the key gets here I am going to be constantly pissing myself and can’t control it one bit. I had to sleep in the bath. I worked out that I had 3 options. I could just drip into my clothing or onto the floor, I could get some adult nappies or I could get a catheter bag. Well, I have no idea where to get a catheter bag from and dripping onto the floor isn’t really practical so I have opted for the adult nappies option. I’ve just realised though that I will have to go out to actually buy them, meaning I will have to venture to the shops when they open while uncontrollably wetting myself in the town centre carrying a bag of adult nappies. Although hopefully only temporary, my freedom is the gift that just keeps giving. At least I can wear dark jeans and not those shorts again.
Update: 10:30
The local chemist didn’t have any so I had to drive into town. I am just back I made a makeshift nappy from a bin bag and tape so it wasn’t too bad .