…to offer his service to Me again.
After having a discussion about the levels of service one can offer, I instructed him to prepare the table. I was going to have him show Me whether he was a submissive or slave.
I applied layers of bondage to his body. No requests or complaints. Quite the opposite, in fact.
I prepared his nipples for My amusement.
Look at how they reach up, aching to be touched tortured.
Could he handle the fierce grip of forceps?
Am a pleased to say that, yes, he passed that test. No requests of complaints.
Then, I led him to My bench, where I administered many stokes to his ass with various implements: My hands, various paddles, and canes. Again, no requests or complaints — even when I tested him by offering him a choice between a silicone paddle and The Punisher. When I made a suggestion, he only said, “Yes, Mistress.” No requests or complaints.
So, on this evening, david showed Me that he indeed was My slave. By making no requests, he showed Me he was here to serve, not to be served. By making no complaints, he showed Me he was the slave to My Mastery.
His reward was that he was allowed to give Me an offering, right beneath My feet.
Oh, and he also brought Me this:
…accompanied by a thoughtful thank you card!