Just the tone of Her voice emanating from the bedroom caused me to cringe. i know it well. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
i dropped my kitchen duties and made for the bedroom post haste.
On entering i bowed my upper body to Her and nervously inquired"
"ye..yes Goddess"
She was holding one of Her favorite sweaters, a burgundy cashmere one.
"What's THIS?" She demanded, holding the sweater in Her out stretched arm towards me.
i could see straight away the issue. i had failed to hang the sweater correctly after doing the laundry and the result was a misshapen dent in the front. Clearly She would not be able to wear it like this.
"i'm so so sorry Goddess" i began to apologize but She just cut me off.
"Shut up, I thought you'd been better trained than that. How dare you be so careless with my things. Do you think I can wear this? DO YOU?"
"no Goddess" i replied meekly.
She approached me, invading my space, coming face to face with me, piercing my eyes with Hers.
"Perfection. I expect PER-FECT-ION" She stated as She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my head down.
"Bend over. Grab your ankles"
i complied with furious speed as She released my hair and moved behind me. With a single handed motion She inserted Her fingers into the band of my grey cotton shorts and pulled them down over my ass letting them drop down around my hands now firmly grasping my ankles as instructed.
"Spread your legs". i complied and in doing so could look upside down through my legs in time to see Her as She moved to Her cabinet of 'toys & implements' as She calls it.
She swung open the door and pulled something out.
As She approached me I could see it was one of Her cruel riding crops. One of the stiffer and more unyielding ones.
I hadn't even had time to brace myself when She delivered five hard rapid-fire smacks across my right ass cheek. She did it so fast and furiously that the last blow hit me just as the wave of pain from the first couple of strokes reached my brain with the cascade of flaming agony from each hit building on the previous one ending in a sharp biting spike of hurt.
i gasped and moaned, beads of cool sweat forming on my forehead and back.
"Up"
i slowly rose hobbled by the burning from my ass.
"All this" She said pointing to the drying laundry.
"Do it Again"
"yes Goddess, of course Goddess" i quickly stated before kneeling and bowing down to Her foot planting feverishly contrite kisses upon it.
She accepted the submissive gesture but then just dismissively kicked me away and left the room.
This incident from the weekend illustrates the simple fact that Goddess expects all my assigned tasks to be completed Her way and to perfection. Anything less is met with swift discipline and correction.
Such intolerance of slip ups and mistakes may seem harsh, even cruel, but trust me life under Her discipline has made me a happy and contented male. Nothing gives me more joy then Her complimenting my good work in all aspects of my service to Her. At the same time nothing fills me with more shame than hearing that tone in Her voice that says i've failed to please Her. It's even more embarrassing to me than being stripped and cropped, which believe me, is deeply humiliating.
Goddess and i both subscribe to the opinion that a firmly disciplined male, freed from destructive male ego, is a productive, useful male worthy of service to a beautiful superior Goddess.
Well that's all for now. It's Monday morning and time to scrub Her floors....
this is SO MUCH how I feel life should be. Showing the man above, scrubbing the floor NUDE is EXACTLY the way it should be.
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