Attitude Adjustment IV
» Sketches

(Continued from prior entry.)
I awoke before your return. When you removed the chain from my collar I didn’t need to be told to crawl after you.
You had me returne to the rocks. Now was to tote to their original location. Tired from the morning this took longer.
Finished I crawled over to you and bowed my head. You ordered me back to my stall.
Back in the barn you gave me a shovel and bag to clean up the space I soiled.
Then handfed and watered me again. Deep hunger made me thankful to eat. And I was thankful for your attention.
Bring out a short chain you put it on my wrist cuffs running it behind my back. Then you locked my collar chain back in place.
Since it was even earlier than the prior day I was disheartened when you said you were finished with me for the day and left. Without you left all I’d have was myself.
With my arms behind my back I couldn’t find a comfortable position on the floor. Leaning against a wall I felt sorrier than ever for myself, wondering what madness had led me to agree to be treated this way.
If nothing else I could pass the time by masturbating. Then I realized I couldn’t touch my own penis. Now I knew why you’d locked my hands behind me. My inability to stroke myself aroused me leaving me even more avid to. Momentarily I thrilled to my loss of fredom. And was able to relax.
Tired from slave labor, from a bad night’s rest I nodded off. Sleep was fitful but each time I awoke I forced myself to fall back asleep.
The second day was identical to the first. Except my muscles were sore. Being fed and watered were the high points of my day.
Locked in place I rehearsed telling you on the fourth day to return my freedom. I must’ve been crazy. Some would be surprised that I didn’t beg or demand release. You’d made it very clear that I’d be held to the letter of our contract. And made to regret any plea to cancel it. And my natural passivity took hold of me.
On the third morning I woke very early. Uncomfortable and restless I waited for you. Even carrying rocks for no reason was better than sitting doing nothing. Your presence was all I had to look forward to.
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