Master stood and looked at His treasurer, at His rose. The girl that lay before Him, naked, covered in a soft twilight, reflecting from the moon's electric light. He looks, she sleeps. She sleeps, peacefully and contently. But it was morning and Master was not happy.
The way that He saw it was that He was standing there with a cup of coffee that He had brewed. Lazy wench He thinks, she knows the rules. As part of her service, she gets up and tends to Master's needs, and that includes the early morning coffee.
He stands there, He twitches, He gets cross because He sees His girl asleep, whilst He has been up and alone. His night had been broken, through very bad sleep, His football team had had a succession of losses. He was grumpy and irritable and because His girl had not awoken to His presence, which in turn, intensified His position. He stood in the doorway with coffee for two. The aroma filled the bedroom, His delicate treasure began to stir.
He progressively moved forward, placed the coffee down on the dresser, and said "girl prepare yourself for Master". She grumbled, she said "Oh Master not now. Please let me wake up, please let me have my morning coffee". The words were spoken with a whine, with a twisted smile and a twinkle in her eye. But Master was not amused. He was irritable and He felt He had been denied.
He stood back, took a deep breath, and said "girl, get on your knees now! Face the corner and do not speak. You were told to prepare yourself for Master, do it now!"
She realized that Master's tone was that of not being pleased. Double quick time she prepared herself. She raised herself from the bed and knelt in the corner. Quivering, knowing, that she had upset and she had disappointed her Master. But on this occasion He did not take kindly to her playful ways. Her body is straight, her head is lowered looking into the corner, her eyes cast down on the dark blue carpet.
As the new morning breaks, her legs spread wide for Master, but this morning, she felt His displeasure. She was nervous in her position for displeasure to one's Master can only bring a sadness to one's heart.
Master stood at the other end of the room. He stood and studied the form of the girl that was before Him. He was still resentful to the fact that He had been denied. That she failed to obey upon His command. He studied His slut's form, He studied the tension in her body, and a dry smile crept across His face. He realized that she knew what she was doing in the corner, but He decided that He was doing to make an example on this occasion.
He instructed her to stay facing the corner, telling her "don't you dare move! I shall be back." He went into His dungeon and He picked up His leash. His leash normally brought pleasure, but on this occasion it would be used to show His displeasure. He went back to the bedroom, and attached His leash onto His collar, and told His girl to crawl to Him. In His sternly tone He said, "girl, do not stand, come to me, on all fours, where you belong". They moved into the dungeon where there was a steel cage, which was high enough for her to be in a knelt position, long enough for her to kneel on her hands and knees, but not high enough for her to stand up and nor long enough to lay down. He opened the door, undid the leash and said "get in bitch to your kennel now!". The cage had previously been an object that had brought delight, but never isolation and punishment. He said "on your hands and knees bitch and don't move!"