He speaks and I answer.

Groundrules: I am very attached to my privacy. Therefore I will not call you, nor will I take photographs. I will not impair my reputation in my neighbourhood.

Fairly or totally committed ?
On the day, totally committed. I am a determined person.

Please allow for some sleep, as well.

I noticed one very interesting thing in your "Full circle": you never eat
in 4 days ! Really dematerialized...
Not true. 1) It is not I, but the main character. 2) The description of
Day 1 does include Food and Drink.

I don't know your environment: Do you live in a house ? a flat ? garden? lonely ? village ? town ? shops? countryside ?
I live in a house, with a large walled garden, part of which is
invisible to any neighbour (unless she climbs the wall.) The neighbourhood used to be at the edge of Edinburgh 150 years ago. Now the town continues well beyond here. Town centre about 1.5 miles away. No shops closer, apart from a newsagent/small grocery.
Do you have a cellar ? A garage for your car ?
Yes. Big storage and wine cellar, 30 m2, standing height. Double garage.

Do you have any fitness equipments at home ?
I have a cross country skiing machine.
Do you often exercise at home ?
Are you into cross-country skiing ?
I am fairly sporty. Cross-country skiing is a very nice gentle way to
exercise. It is about stamina, not brute force. And it tones the muscles
beautifully.

How are you physically speaking ? figures ? wardrobe ?
Length: 1.72 m, dress size: 42 (Euro), bra: 75 C/D (Euro, depending),
90C/D (Fr.), 34 C/D (UK), says my bra! Measurements (bust, waist, hips): 34, 26, 33 (UK), when last fitted 1.5 years ago.

Hair cut ? color ?
Slightly longer than shoulder length. Dark brown.
Make -up ?
Always. I am vain enough. From light (as if non-existent) during the day, to heavy at evenings. Depends on the occasion.

Long or short nipples ? Dark or clear circles ?
Average to short nipples, clear, small circles. (I have not had babies.)

What is the current status of your anal stretching / training /abilities ?
No experience.
Never fucked in your life ? Never played with your anus ?
I have not been fucked in the ass.

Do you have long or short outer labia ?
Long.
Very long ? Thick ?
Not very long. More thin than thick.
Your sex is often open ?
Ever so slightly open.
Size of your clit ?
Small.
 

And thus the words of my Master and so my answers...
 
 

Pissing Female Dog
             Go to the garden on your all fours, still oiled.
             Fix the lead on a tree or a wall with the heavy padlock.
             Back well arched, start pissing your tea on the grass.
             Don't come back to your house until you are totally empty...

             I stand by the backdoor, hesitating. A mental threshold presents itself. I am to go outside. I am not
             entirely unfamiliar with public nudity, neither in the sexless nudist sense, nor in the sense of public
             exhibition. But that was in the other world of days passed. In my incarnation as the honourable
             Mrs. V., my permanent guise of the latest ten years, I have not been seen naked by anyone but my
             husband and one or two girlfriends. It would be quite humiliating to be seen naked, let alone
             shaved, oiled and pissing on the grass, not so much by complete strangers, but by my neighbours and relations.

             I stipulated that I wished to avoid this. I have agreed, however, to perform the outdoor sections of
             this scenario because the element of being seen naked by others appears to be an essential
             element of slavedom and I want that experience. But also because the chance of being seen by
             neighbours and relations is remote. I have a very large walled garden. My neighbours are not in the
             habit of taking a ladder and peeking over the wall. But there is always a chance: one of them might
             come and see me for something; the gardener might come by on the wrong day... I have a threshold to cross therefore.

             Still inside I re-attach the lead to my collar. Then I open the backdoor and step outside. Fresh air
             greets my body. It is not warm. I shiver. The sky is filled with heavy clouds, though every so often
             there is a moment of sunshine. Fortunately the wind is low, judging from the tops of trees. Down here at any rate, I feel very little wind, thank God.

             I close the door and there; I am on my own. At this location I could be seen by one or two
             neighbours should they look out of their attic windows: V., the naked, oiled slut, the female dog. It
             takes real effort to lower myself and go down on all fours. A familiar garden from a different
             perspective - humiliating. I try to block all thoughts, other than: I am V., a dog, property of M.
             Then, necessity calls. I need to piss. So I set myself in motion and walk on my hands and knees on
             the damp grass towards a group of trees near the wall. My hanging breasts swing. I feel the slight draught on my legs. I am a dog. A dog! The lead drags between my legs.

             When I reach my destination I wrap the lead around a tree. I fix it onto itself with the padlock. Click!
             (It would now take me half a minute to take the key from the collar and escape. Don't think!)...
 

to be continued on "Vanna Vechian's Erotic Fiction"