I could hear the short purring sound of the closing electronic lock. Pure panic overtook my body. For the next 20 minutes I was completely helpless. The words of Sir Masterful kept echoing through my head. "Find a public restroom, cunt." The electronic padlock connected my leather wrist cuffs behind the toilet flush pipe, keeping my hands above my head. "Get naked and put all your clothes in the waste bin." Each cuff was locked separately and the keys were still at home. "Tie yourself to a toilet, but keep the stall unlocked, faggot." Why did I follow His commands so obediently? Why did I do all this? The answer was tragically simple: I was mentally unable to disobey my Master's commands. Fully mind controlled, I now am His total faggot. Suddenly I heard someone enter the room. I could feel my heart beating in my neck. Please do not open the door of my stall, please. But my pleading was at a loss as I heard hinges creak. Someone was looking at me and seeing a naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded faggot with a serious hardon. Silence. Nothing. Watching me. In my mind I knew my Master was standing there, grinning. But that was completely ridiculous. He lives in Canada and this is Belgium. Then a few subtle clicks. The door closed. After what felt like hours the lock opened and I was finally able to release myself. Back home I immediately opened my laptop: "You have mail". A message from my Master. Three photo's of myself tied to a toilet, with one line of comment: "Now you know you're not my only Belgian faggot, cunt."