Mistress has a need, desire – a compulsion. It must be satisfied.
She feels it twice monthly when he gives her his paycheck.
When he cooks her favorite foods. The need is strong.
Seeing the worship in his eyes. Fills her with want.
Watching him grovel, licking her boots. The desire becomes irresistible.
Even seeing him asleep at the foot of her bed makes her yearn.
Knowing he is busy, performing some errand on her behalf. Arouses compulsion.
All that he does as her slave, every act that proves his worship fills her with the hunger to whip him. To see him sob as his body writhes.
His adoration magnifies her cruelty. His dedicated servitude never brings reward, only pain.
The man will never flee.
He has a compulsion. Without her lash. Without suffering, he would have nothing.