I like to think master cherishes the time we spend together the same way that I do. Or at least I would if I had the capabilities of independent thought. Making my final preparations for the day before he gets home from work I was considering if he thinks of me when he's there. This, of course I shall never know. Asking his excellency such impudent questions would most likely earn me a spanking and a cut back on my food privileges, so such things were probably better left in my head. For an educated man he has a surprisingly irritable disposition toward my inquisitiveness - I want to know how important I am to him so that I can fuel my ego.
As all good dominant partners recognise this aspect of a subs consciousness must be obliterated without prejudice. Humility should be the centre of my existence so I can be the best agent of his will as is in my power, all sense of selfhood should be wiped like dust from the top of his bookshelf. Acting as his housemaid furthers my convictions in his ownership and reinforces that all his training can be seen in my tending to his living space. Allegorical conformation in the physical sphere - if you will for a second indulge my pretence. As a dumb whore having objective metaphors to translate masters salient direction for my mind is helpful and humbling. It reminds me that even when he is not there his mastery resounds.
Returning my duster to it's cupboard, I heard a key in the front door. I'm not in position to greet and I can already feel the pangs in my ass from the correction I shall receive later. My carelessness will not be overlooked. Sir marches into the living room and I instantly drop to my knees. All the air leaves my lungs and he doesn't acknowledge me. I stare at the floor. Master removes his coat and drops it in a heap next to me, sits on the sofa and removes his work shoes. Wordlessly he waves his hand in a downward motion gesturing me to stay put and exits the room.
Having slipped into something more comfortable he stands above me lifting my chin. 'Good dog' he intones kindly and ruffles my hair before issuing his orders 'You may go and hang masters coat up now pup, then bring me my brandy and your collar'. My heart fell out of my arse, knowing I was going to pay for my abstract attention to detail. Before could begin to cry I scarpered raising his coat along with myself.
