Slave Man Serves in Silence
Every morning the male enters Mistress Owner’s bedroom. He kneels at the side, waiting for her to wake.
She opens her eyes, sits up and lowers a leg.
The male kisses and licks Mistress Owner’s foot. It is a fixed ritual: where his lips and tongue touch, intensity of pressure and pace.
Then he prays. The words are invariable.
Mistress is my Goddess, I shall obey
She leads me to fulfill Her will
She makes me understand my male inferiority
She accepts my submission
All that I do will be in Her divine name
Though I am unworthy
And can never be worthy
Mistress’ rod and whip will teach me
She teaches me my place with pain
Her perfection and flawlessness humble me
Her rules I will follow all of my life
The man crawls from the bedroom backward. He must never turn his back on her. Mistress Owner’s coffee is just ready. When he returns, she is sitting at the small table reserved for breakfast.
He leaves the coffee. Again, he faces her as he exists.
A few minutes later, he returns with her food.
The man stands in a corner. If Mistress Owner requires anything, she gestures.
She finishes. He returns her tray to the kitchen.
Mistress Owner showers. Slave waits to dry her skin with a large silk cloth.
Once dry, she dismisses him.
In the kitchen, he reads the note she prepared last night. It specifies his chores and errands.
She has not spoken to him.
She speaks to him only when angered. He is a good servitor. He has not heard Mistress Owner’s voice in months.
This silence keeps him aware of his inferiority. He does not ask questions or offer opinions.
Morning prayer is the only time he speaks. What else could he say to the superior gender?