Mandated Maintenance Discipline
The male was mindful of the clock. Mistress Owner’s schedule permitted no tardiness.
His day of service began when he brought coffee and breakfast. Midmorning tea, lunch, midafternoon must be served at exactly the prescribed time. Food and drink were served meticulously seasoned and at the mandated warmth.
Soon he would prepare supper. Before beginning, he must perform a most important ritual. The time had come to beg for afternoon maintenance discipline.
He removed the kitchen apron. Dropping to his hands and knees, the male crawled to Mistress Owner.
She sat in her special room. The décor was beautiful and dignified. Even in relaxation she seemed a queen on her throne. Here she meditated and relaxed.
Watching the male crawl to her, Mistress Owner warmed to the forthcoming session. She smiled, but only within herself. Except when angry or lost in sadistic passion, she remained impassive. Her quiet, resolute demeanor kept the male in awe of her.
He knelt at Mistress Owner’s feet, awaiting permission to address her. She told him to speak. The words were immutable but his thrill never died.
Mistress, this male is unworthy. It begs to be reminded of its place. Please, never let it forget its imperfection. Discipline, this male. Help it stay on the path appropriate for the inferior gender. Teach and train this male to give flawless service.
He kissed the floor three times. This symbolized worship so deep that he adored even the places her feet had been.
Mistress Owner ordered the male to rise. She led him to a corner. Raising his arms, she locked his wrists in shackles hanging from the walls.
She closed her eyes and relaxed. For a minute, her mind roamed. His daily maintenance discipline was not fixed. It varied with her mood. She paused to let her feelings take control.
Cruelty suffused her. She would be merciless. To suppress his screams, she gagged him.
From her collection, Mistress Owner, selected a black cane. Thin and inflexible, it had a nasty sting. No cane cut flesh more painfully.
Stepping beside the male, she cursed him. Her words flayed his ego, as her cane lashed his body.
Supper was late that evening. She did not object. The male’s hobbling impaired his cooking.
She watched his eyes. He squinted in pain. That did not hide his adoration.