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Modern Day Slave – Part 1: Typical Work Day
In the morning i wake an hour early so that i enjoy the privilege of preparing You
breakfast. i ensure Your clothes are prepared for You, and Your shoes shine before i
leave for work. You have generously left me my daily allowance on the counter. If not
for Your discipline, i would foolishly squander all my earnings which can now be used
better to serve You.
During the workday, You lovingly send me text messages. In the morning it is a list of
errands and chores You require done. Some must be completed before i can return to
Your home, others will be completed before You return for the evening. In the afternoon
Your text indicates You will be dining in during the evening, and what You want
prepared. You will be joining the girls for drinks after work, which should give me
ample time. Being allowed to perform these tasks as a demonstration of my love and
devotion is truly more than i deserve.
After doing the groceries and picking up Your dry cleaning, i return home to do the
laundry and begin preparing Your dinner.
As soon as i hear the door knob turning i prostrate myself on the floor, arms outstretched,
palms up, forehead touching the floor. You walk up to my humble form, Your 3 inch
heels clacking against the wooden floor. “You may continue Your work.” You state.
i quickly serve You Your evening glass of wine, while i continue to prepare the dinner.
You are chatting with Your girlfriends and mother on the phone. As dinner is put on the
table, i stand to Your side while You sample it. You snap Your fingers and i kneel.
“Good boy. The meal has been properly prepared.” You feed me a few scraps
throughout the meal. As You arise, You walk over to the counter. You prepare a half
plate of food and leave it on the counter. “i’m going to prepare for the evening. Finish
your plate, and then clean everything up.” You run Your beautifully manicured hand
around my midsection. “you’re soft in the middle. you will have to try working out
harder, or i’ll have to cut back on your rations.”
“Thank You Mistress for caring about my health.” i say as i stare at the floor.
After 20 minutes when i have put everything away, i enter Your bedroom. You are lying
in the bed reading a magazine. “Should W/we check up on your work?” You ask me.
You walk out to the kitchen running a finger over the counter. “This could have been
done better. It’s not shining.” You gaze into the sink. “you consider THIS clean?”
“Mistress i …” before i can finish You reach across and slap me hard. my head swings
side to side quickly from the impact.
“Were you about to speak back to me?” You say through gritted teeth.
“Of course not Mistress.” i mumble quietly.
“Go get your list of indiscretions. Add sub-par work and talking back to it. When W/we
engage in your next punishment session these will be addressed.” You say in a smooth
voice.
i continue to stare at the floor.
“I am going to go take my evening shower. Turn down My bed, and try to do a better job
than you did in the kitchen.”
As You turn and walk into the bathroom, i quickly scurry into Your room. Your bed
must be turned down, pillows fluffed, the lighting must be dimmed to Your exact
specifications and Your favourite cd with soulful, relaxing music playing. When You
enter Your sanctuary for the final time of the day, it has to be perfect.
i am so grateful to be allowed into Your sanctuary for these moments. It is only to make
it more comfortable to You, or when You are generous enough to allow me to provide
You pleasure that i am allowed in here. On very special occasions, You have even
allowed me to share Your bed for the evening.
Looking at the clock, i hurry. If i am still here when You return, it will upset Your mood
and ultimately Your evening. i appreciate every moment You grace me with Your
presence, as i realize how much patience You have with me. This is why You require
Your ‘down time’, Your ‘alone time’.
i exit the Master bedroom and go to the guest room. From under the bed, i pull out the
large doggy bed with the 3 inch mattress and drag it out into the central hallway. One of
the first lessons You taught me was that ‘property’ does not deserve a room of its’ own.
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