Being that I’m now a full-time house bitch, there have been some changes in the household. Along with the clothing rules, slut presentation rules and more frequent beatings, there are also more subtle differences.
Take for instance infringements of rules now incurring punishment sessions instead of education sessions. I don’t really think that what happens is any different because I still get beaten or something equally as un-enjoyable, it’s more the case that Master’s expectations have risen and that I should know better not to infringe on the rules and therefore if I do, it deserves a ‘punishment’ and not an education. Perhaps in a way it’s also an indication that I’d made the transition from training period to permanency in my slavery. Not that I’m any better or that I’m a more appropriately behaved slavegirl in any way (lol) …just that I’m now on the next level of sorts.
The other difference is that I now can’t ask to take off my boots or get changed etc. in the usual way I have been. Normally I’d ask something along the lines of, ‘Master, can I put something on my goosebumps are beginning to mutate in the cold’ or ‘Can I take my boots off please, my feet are drowning in their own sweat?’
But apparently those ways of asking for things focus entirely too much on my own pleasure and comfort so they have now been universally replaced by the question, “Master, have you had enough visual and physical pleasure from your slave?”The whole idea is to instil in me the fact that I only exist for his pleasure and I can only do things when he is good and ready to have them done.
Our interrogation sessions seem to have ramped up a bit too. Last night along with the standard Q & A session was this doozy of a question/comment from Master,
‘You do realize now that you are the lowest life-form in this house now, don’t you? You’re not even human, you’re an animal, my animal.’
Now if that isn’t spelling our clearly my new status in the house as house-bitch, I don’t know what will.
But interestingly enough, just to temper that statement and the double beating session I had last night that has left me with some nice botty bruises, I also received some lovely flowers from Master with a “To my valentine..from M” card attached and some glass beads for my pandora bracelet which, when he heard I’d gotten the bracelet for my birthday, he immediately jumped on ebay trying to track down charms and beads to fill it up with.
A good balance of harsh and cruel to go with the spoiling. The recipe for a happy slave girlie.