My slave walks in. He is looking at the floor, bowing his head, unable to meet my eyes. He has been very bad this week. He spoke to me in an inappropriate manner. Today he will pay for this sin during our weekly discipline training session. “Hello, Mistress.” He mumbles. “I didn’t hear you. Say it again, louder.” “Hello, Mistress.” “Much better.” I pat his head like a puppy. “Now, take your clothes off. Then, get on your knees on bend over.” He freezes. I see the panic in his eyes. I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him while I tap my boot on the floor. The sound filing up th… Read more
