yellow snow

As I awoke this morning the house was strangely quiet. Glancing over at my alarm clock I realize the power is out. Reaching over, I grab my marker to do the first of my morning rituals for what will hopefully be a long time to come: I trace over the words from the previous day..."Master Andy's Slave" on my stomach. "Slut" on my left breast, "bitch" on my right. "Whore" on one inner thigh, "slave" on the other. For the past few months I have been on my own. Nobody but the slave knows the pleasure of being owned.

I grab my rope, my uniform. Slowly, methodically, I run it over my pussy, between my legs, then wrapped around my waste. My cunt is tender where it rubbed most of the evening yesterday. A thin red line traces my waist, around my stomach, just under the mark I'm so proud to wear.

Mom and Dad are both gone, and will be until this evening, so I go downstairs wearing only my rope and my markings. The power blinks back on. I rush upstairs to check my email, knowing my Master sent me a schedule. I barely have time to read His email when the power goes out again. One thing in his message intrigued me more than any other. It was "optional" but as soon as I read it I knew that I had to do it for him. For me. For both of us.

I open the back door to a blanket of virgin white. Three inches of fresh snow. I drop to my knees and crawl into it. Surely, anyone watching would think I'm crazy. Naked, but for my rope, I crawl around the corner of the house to the most hidden part of the backyard. I wait. My hands and knees burning from the cold. I loosen the rope, not wanting to soil it, then wait more. I know I have to go, but I can't. Is it nerves? the cold? why can't I pee? I am determined. It starts to snow lightly, the fluffy flakes falling on my naked back, melting there. My nipples erect in the cold. Then, like a wave, it comes over me.

Before I even know what's going on, golden pee is steaming out of me. My face blushes. I'm embarassed to be on all fours in my backyard, naked, peeing. But at the same time, I have never felt this free. Finally I stop peeing. I turn to look. My piss leaving a yellow spot in the snow. It steams. Should I cover it up? I decide not to and begin to crawl back to the house. Warm droplets of piss work their way down my legs as I crawl. I stand as I reach the back door. It feels funny, standing. I belong on all fours.

I grab a handful of snow and wipe the trail of piss off my leg, then rub the freezing white snow on my cunt to get rid of any remaing pee, replace the rope, and head into the house. It's going to be a long day, waiting for the power to come back on so I can be with my Master.