Dear Diary...

Dear Diary,

Boy, today I sure felt like such a fool. I thought everything was fine after I took a dump. However, the Turd and my Master, the Liberal Librarian, walked in unexpectantly.... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck...... This time they stayed in the bath room. The Master brought in a chain and collar and linked them together effectively holding me in one place and my head up. I had to position my self on my hands and my knees or else I would have been very uncomfortable. I was SO humiliated and that was just the beginning. I was drenched in sweet smelling soaps and animal oils. I could identify summer sausage and bacon. My hair was washed my tits were scrubbed, my belly, my feet. I was given an enema and what was in that enema bag? I watched them fill it with WINE. My ass was full of wine. The Turd plugged me with the wine cork. He told to keep the cork in my asshole until the Master released me. What did I do to deserve that shit? I looked to Master for a reprieve but He just sat there in his sunglasses with a poker face. I was so tired. I soon began to feel flush after several minutes. The Turd washed my hair, then he oiled me and lotioned me and scented me with sex oils. Then he took pictures of me to post on the Internet. All the while I worked hard to hold the wine and the cork in my ass cavity. I was feeling pretty good by the time the Master released me from my position and had me squat over the shitter and empty my bowels. I suppose I could protest but I decided long ago never to say NO to my Master.