This morning, I woke up, took my morning piss, and the toilet started making weird noises. I looked inside it and it didn’t looked clogged. I decided to go make breakfast and see if it fixed itself. It didn’t. I went online to look up solutions. Nothing I tried worked. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I panicked a bit initially. I cannot use this toilet now until it gets fixed. It could be up to 48 hours before it gets fixed. A thought crossed my mind. “What am I going to do for a toilet?”
Well, I could walk down to the pool area and use that one. That’d work, I suppose. But wait. What about using Master’s bathroom? Oh no. Put that thought out of your mind, Kitty. That’s not OK. You can’t just go into Master’s bathroom when he isn’t home and use it however much you’d like. Silly kitty.
The weird thing is that Master has never told me that I am not allowed into or to use “his” bathroom. We don’t really each have separate bathrooms even. We have two bathrooms, and Master let me decorate “mine” (the one closest to my “work room” any way I wanted to. I decked it out with pink and duckies and Hello Kitty. He decorated his bathroom with plush penguins and LOTR figurines and black carpets.
The truth is, there are certain things which I see as wholely Master’s. Things which I am not allowed to touch. Some of the things he has told me specifically are not for me to use. Just to name a couple, I’m not supposed to use his chair or sit in his lap without being invited. I can crawl near him and mew pitifully until he lets me (or sends me away), but I’m not supposed to just come over and sit in his lap. I’m not allowed to use the grill. Kitties can get hurt around fire, you know.
There are just other things which our dynamic, and not Master, make me feel uncomfortable using without Master’s permission. I have started to associate Master’s bathroom with sex, because I seem to only go into it when we are done having sex, and I jump up on the sink to clean myself up. (Master says he’s never had another girlfriend who does this. He wants to know if anyone else does.) It is silly to think that I was actually going to limit myself and not allow myself to use “his” bathroom when he has no qualms with me using it at all. Got to love those things which make you stop and go “Hmmm”.