The upshot

At the beginning of the holidays He reinstated  the rule about having to ask for permission to pee.  It nearly drove one mad. Right in the middle of doing something, when the urge hit... and bear in mind one does drink nearly three litres of water a day... one would have to find Him, ask permission, wait an eternity for an answer and then scamper all the way back to where ever it was one had been. At one point one did gently enquire if He was bored with the rule yet... you know purely for his comfort of course. It seemed He was not L

The whole two weeks that went on and on and on. It was annoying as hell. Not that one let on of course 'cos that would have just added to His pleasure. And that is not in the job description at all... well it shouldn't be.

Anyway for the two weeks one had to run and ask it was a conscious thing... need to pee... must ask Master. This went on until the end of the holidays and one needed to go and He was asleep. It was in that moment that one realised the mind had internalised the have to ask thing. It wasn't a conscious thing anymore, it had become almost like a reflex.

Now, one knows this because in that moment of realising He was asleep there was this little oh shit moment. The moment when one realised He wasn't available to ask for permission. And there was this little moment where there was a blind panic. How was one supposed to pee?

What happened was sort of a schism in the mind. Blind panic at not being able to follow an order and the rational part of the brain going well He's not available and he will not want to be woken up, so you will just have to do what you would have done before the rule was reintroduced. Go to the toilet...

And then there was a little moment of pure, unadulterated joy at the freedom of it all...

Bad, bad slave... who of course immediately forgot the rule from then on...

Until yesterday evening when His rather bored sounding voice... gods one just hates that tone... it never bodes well for one small slave... drifted in from the other room.

Don't think I haven't noticed you not asking permission

Oh really one said, desperately trying to sound as guileless and innocent as possible. Thought that was just for the holidays... didn't want to bother you. See really one should get that good slave award... one does try to make His life better... easier...

Oh it's no bother He said... not even bothering to try and sound sincere

Sighs bugger...

Now if you will excuse one small bad slave the urge is strong. And one does so like to get these things in before He comes home and we start our weekend. Sort of a free shot, so to speak J