I hear all the time how hard the slave has it. You want some cheese to go with that whine? What about the poor master?
We have to be concerned with every aspect of our slaves' life and manage it properly while at the same time taking care of our own lives. All I want is a simple glass of water will my slave get it for me? Not without whining and lame excuses. I will give you all an example of what I mean.
My slave says she loves me and is a pain slut so I set up a nice little play session. I have her on the bed, using my favorite cane I work her tits and ass to a beautiful cherry red. I give her orgasms in a system of bliss, which makes her have roughly 85 orgasms a minute and after six hours of her being played with I am tired and sweaty so I tell my slave to fetch me a drink of water. You know as a slave she should serve me, don't you think? All she does is lay there, she won't even acknowledge me. Ok it's been six hours maybe she is a little tired so out of the goodness of my heart, I untie her from the bed and help her to her feet. "Go get me a glass of water". I tell her. She won't move. She mumbles something I can't understand so I use my whip on her ass that will wake her up. Still nothing, you would think that after I spent six hours meeting her needs she would be happy to provide this minor service for her master. She won't move and all she does is mumble at me. I mean the disrespect I have to suffer at her willful hands! She won't even speak with a clear voice she just mumbles.
Okay maybe I expect too much from her, I take the gag and dirty panties out of her mouth. Work, work, work, a master's work is never done. Not even a thank you, all she does is gasp air as if the one nostril I left un-pinched was not enough to breathe with. God gave her two I only blocked one. Being the kind master I am I give her a few minutes more to calm herself. Then I say, "Slave go get me a glass of water". Does she move, or say yes sir? No! The lazy bitch gives me a string of lame excuses! Now I feel taken advantage of. I give into her silly wishes and remove the eight pounds off each nipple clamp as if weighted clover clamps would stop her from getting me a glass of water. "Now will you get your master a glass of water"? Another string of lame excuses, this time about her legs or something.
I was not paying attention because of my sore writs, using a whip and cane for six hours while at the same time manipulating her clitoris so she can have cascading orgasms is a lot of work. I am past feeling taken advantage of to the point of feeling abused. I spend six hours of quality time with this lazy woman and all I get is back talk. As I said, I am a kind master so I untie her feet, and take the five-pound weights off each labium. I tell her no more mister nice master if she does not start moving I will get my cane and there will be blood. To show her utter disrespect for me she runs right into me, almost knocking me over. Then she runs into the loveseat and then the wall. I grab her by the hair. You figure after all this time she would know where the kitchen is but I guess some slaves are just plain stupid.