She waited patiently. She had been up for an hour already mentally preparing herself for the day ahead with her Master. He was kind, for the most port. She tried very hard to never make Him angry, his punishments could be epic. The last time He had had to cane her, she cried for hours in her corner wishing like hell she had never looked at him defiantly when he made such a simple request of her. It really wasn't THAT hard to drink His piss - truth be told she enjoyed it most of the time. She wasn't sure why that day she just didn't want it, and she made that little face that He normally found cute, and said, "i don't wanna."
He got really silent afterwards. He didn't say a word, just pointed. She gulped realizing what she had done, and silently walked down stairs to the basement and got the cane for Him. The next half hour was a blur of pain and misery. The hurt she had seen in His eyes at her defiance had been far worse than the caning. When He placed her in the corner with a simple, "Think about what you did, pet." He left the basement, turning out the light. She stood there. Her nose in the corner in the dark and cried.
When he fetched her and took her back up stairs, He held her in his lap, and she cried more on His shoulder telling Him how sorry she was, and that it would never happen again. He said, "I know, pet, I know, you are a good girl."
Then he said it. "From now on, pet, you are to get up an hour earlier than normal, I want you to go into the bathroom, and kneel in front of the toilet. You will wait for me to get up, pet, you will wait for me to come in there to relieve myself. And you will know that I won't be using the toilet you are staring at. Do you understand, pet?"
