I can see myself in bed with a master. I am wearing the sluttiest lingerie. It embarrasses me. As I stare at myself, I wonder, how could I have undressed for him and revealed such cheap and trashy lingerie! Unless he made me wear them. I have breasts in my dream, and they are being pulled into dangling cones by a cupless bra. My nipples have earrings on them or something like that. Gold, gaudy, dangling. I wonder when I had my nipples pierced.

I am also wearing trashy crotchless panties that are bright red. My garterbelt is a horrid candy-striped thing with no lace on it. It is red and white. My stockings are all full of rips, and I think that the master wants me to look like that. Like I've been crawling on hands and knees for him.

I am on hands and knees now, that's for sure. I am on all fours on the bed, and as I dutifully stare ahead, he penetrates me from behind, and works himself deep inside me. He begins to thrust. I know to obediently meet his thrusts. My bottom is caricatured; the cheeks are marshmallowy and fat. He pulls them apart, the better to get it in me.

He spurts inside me. It's very hot. It's a very long spurt.

He is still hard, and still inside me, and after a while, he does it again. Another very hot, very long spurt, and it seems to burn inside me.

I had been looking at the master having his way with me, but now the dream has changed, and I am experiencing it all. I am staring at the bedboard. Now, I am looking down between my legs, trying to see what he is doing to me. I think for a moment that he is using some kind of device on me. An enema nozzle or a water gun.

But I can see his large, pendulous rocking scrotum and it waggles back and forth. I am being penetrated, over and over again.

I see my own penis and scrotum dangling down.

Did he come, stay hard and come again?

Suddenly he erupts, and this time, it is a long spurt that can't possibly be real. It's like turning on a tap. It courses into me for a full five or six seconds!

I bury my face in the pillows.

Now I know that he is doing. He is urinating inside me. He worked himself carefully to a stage where he was hard, but could urinate. And he did it once, and twice, and now he found he could do it again, and completely empty his bladder.

I am crushed when I realize he's done this to me. I can't bear to ask him why he's done this to me. I can't bear to look at him.

But I realize, he is my master, and this is what I deserve.

He has done with me, and he suddenly he is fully dressed, while I remain on my hands and knees, in the slutty lingerie, on the bed.

I am afraid to move. If I stand up, I fear that all of this urine will come out of my anus, splattering onto the floor. I think that perhaps I can urinate it all out through my penis, but think I can only do it on my hands and knees, which means that I would wet the bed. If I stand up, it will all come out of my ass.

"Please, please, what do I do!"

But the master is gone now. I am alone. He has done it to me and left, treating me like a bitch. I try to howl like a bitch, which might bring him back to me.