I receive the message in the middle of the audience with my client by my side: "as soon as the hearing is over, I want you on your knees and naked in the movie theater bathroom. Like always. A friend needs to cum. Did you understand, bitch?" I could notice how my face changed and my entire body language shifted. The mere presence of the MASTER makes me lower my head, hunch my shoulders, change the tone and modulation of my voice, and part my lips. It's a reflex I've been conditioned to, even in public, especially in public, because the MASTER wants me to adopt a submissive posture, even in public, no matter who may be present, to never forget that I'm a slave 24 hours a day.

At the same time, I receive a brief electric shock to my vulva and clitoris. I immediately write "Yes, MASTER, Thank you, MASTER, always Your cheap whore", thus deactivating the brutal discharge that awaits me if I don't obey immediately.

I know perfectly well that those present have noticed my change. I also know they don't fully understand what's happening. The people who know me in my "civil" life think I'm gay, and they're not wrong, but no one knows the kind of gay I am, a being reduced to slavery, who has things done to them and does things that no person would admit to. "You're not a person, you filthy whore. People have rights and decide what to do. You have no rights and do what I say: when I say 'suck', you suck, and if you don't want to suck, you suck anyway".

I finish the hearing and have another one in 50 minutes. The MASTER also knows this and I know they want to take advantage of my "free" time. "I don't want you idle, whore". I start walking quickly towards the movie theater. I know the MASTER is watching me and seeing that I'm on my way, but I also know I have to warn them: "MASTER, I'm on my way to cum for Your friend. Your cheap whore". The MASTER demands that I express myself clearly. I'm a whore, I'm cheap, I'm a slave, I'll be used for cumming. "Let it always be clear what you are and what you do!" And how right the MASTER is: every time I refer to myself, starkly, without euphemisms or omissions, I internalize more and more what I am and my destiny. A new discharge, this time more painful, tells me that the MASTER is watching me and that I shouldn't even think about delaying. I know it well. I wouldn't dare.

I arrive at the movie theater in 10 minutes. It's a familiar place. They know me. They know what I am and what I'm there for. They've used me several times. The MASTER has told them that if they want to use me, for whatever, they should do it without a problem. And they have used me. I think half of the bruises on my body are from them. I still have to pay. I know the ticket seller's smile well. I understand then that it will be more than just cumming and I worry that I won't have time. "Sir, I have a hearing in 40 minutes", I say, expecting a understanding that I know I won't get. "Come on, whore, go do what you ...