Slave Man Must Be Worshipfully Attentive
Mike struggled with the dog treat. Dense and dry, chewing is arduous.
Mistress Hündin laughed.
“I thought you would enjoy a change from slave slop. But you aren’t as tough as Chester.”
She scratched the dog’s ear.
“You must learn from Chester. He is your example. If you would live as my slave, you must revere me as purely as my dog.”
Mike’s arms ached from holding them in the begging position. But Mistress Hündin had not invited him to speak.
“If you hope to remain my slave you must be as humble as Chester. As thankful as any dog. Never question me.”
Mike envied the dog. Chester had Mistress Owner’s unqualified approval. She always treated her pet affectionately. As her slave, Mike lived to hear the rare words “good boy.”
“See how closely Chester watches me. He attunes himself to my every motion. I am the focus of his existence.”
Mistress Hündin hugged the dog. Mike felt lonely, neglected. Less than a dog.
“Be as devotedly attentive. Words of worship have value only when translated into acts.”
She rose, let Chester into the fenced backyard where he could romp.
“You’re jealous of the dog, I know. I kiss Chester. Be worthy, maybe you’ll earn a peck on the cheek.”
She caressed his ear. Thrilled, Mike shivered.
“You can please me in a way no dog can. Crawl to the St. Andrew’s cross.”
Mistress Hündin would never whip her dog. Nor attach clamps. Nor would she slap Chester. The dog never wept or screamed.
Mike’s body and mind are Mistress Owner’s playgrounds.
He freely gave himself to her. Mike understood he would be her pain slave.
His suffering is worship. His tears prayers. Anguish feeds his adoration.
After whippings, Mike grovels gratefully at Mistress Hündin’s feet.