My slut got a package today. His new heels. I made him go to the door and accept them himself right away. After unpacking and putting the heels away, I immediately tied up his useless balls. He didn’t follow my order to fetch the riding crop. So we’ll just do it together, my way. The sight of him standing before me with the new heels on his feet and his balls tied up is both arousing and demeaning. His eyes are wide with shame and uncertainty as he tries to keep his balance and follow my instructions. The riding crop in my hand is a symbol of my power, and every blow I deliver is a reminder of who’s in charge. It is a moment of complete control, in which I determine the intensity and rhythm of the strokes and push him to his limits. He knows that he is completely at my mercy and that every stroke is a sign of my authority.

Since I’m about to leave for a week-long training course, he’s allowed to accompany me in the shower and act as my laundry holder. The sight of him standing patiently and compliantly beside me while I relax and wash myself is both amusing and satisfying. He holds the laundry basket at the ready, always ready to serve me and carry my laundry. His eyes are fixed on me, full of devotion and deference, as he waits for me to give him further instructions. It is a moment of guidance and pleasure, in which I enjoy his services and take delight in his deference. He knows that he is completely at my mercy and that every one of my movements and decisions depends on him.