We're Actually On Our Way Home Today, But I've Finally Finished My Post About Day 2! I've Had To Split

We're actually on our way home today, but I've finally finished my post about Day 2! I've had to split it into two parts.

"On the following morning, we went on a walking tour of the city. I was chatting to everybody, but I told p he mustn't speak unless I gave him permission. When one of a pair of German girls I was talking to commented on his silence, I told that I had forbidden him from speaking because he had been saying such stupid things.

We then had a discussion in which I described our relationship, saying how he came over each week to clean my flat for me and basically did my bidding. I didn't go into any sexual stuff, but I made it clear he was completely submissive to me, all while he was walking next to me in silence.

After the walk, we took them for a drink and continued the conversation. I never used the "S" word, but eventually, one of them said: "So he is your slave, then?" I looked at p and said "Are you? It's okay to speak". Having been silent for most of the previous two hours, he said, clearly and distinctly: "Yes, I am".

I'll probably tell you more about our conversation another time.

In the afternoon, we went off to the Rijksmuseum and I lifted his speaking ban so we could chat about the art. p is quite knowledgeable about art and can often tell me quite interesting things; but I don't think you'll want to know about them, so we'll skip that bit!

Dinner, too, was fairly straight, except that obvs I "blessed" the beer I let him have and two or three times, I dropped food on the floor accidentally on purpose and made him go down on his hands and knees to retrieve it (we were eating outside again). I told the people on the next table I didn't tolerate mess.

When we got back to the room after dinner, things got heavier. I told him I needed my 'pisspot' and he knew what was coming. I had him strip and put his collar on, then when I was ready, clicked my fingers and summoned him into the bathroom. He crawled into the shower and assumed the position.

There was a short wait - there nearly always is - then the sluice opened and I emptied my bladder into his mouth. He tried hard to catch it all but there was a bit of a torrent and the poor darling couldn't swallow quickly enough. There was a mess, but that was for him to clear up".

N x

[I had to remove the second pic to this post, illustrating p drinking my wee, as Tumblr censored it. It was actually only a picture of a guy drinking some water, but they thought it was sexually explicit]