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.
