You stood up slowly, grasping the end of the leash in your hand. You jerked the leash to signify that I should follow you and so I crawled with you through to the kitchen. Once there, you left me in the kneeling position while you secured a long piece of chain to the oven handle. You ordered me to crawl towards the oven and stand up. Kneeling down, you secured the other end of the chain to the shackle on my left foot.
I studied the chain and noted that it would be long enough for me to access anything I needed to in the kitchen. You stood and ordered me to place my hands on the counter. I obeyed.
Reaching into one of the drawers, you pulled out a wooden spoon and slipped it between my ass cheeks. Then you told me to stand up straight.
"You will keep this spoon in position as you make breakfast. If the spoon falls there will be consequences. Understood?"
"Yes Master".
"Good. Now, you will prepare some eggs, some cheese, salad and bread, as well as some yoghurt and fruit. I will make some coffee for me and tea for you. Do you want tea?" You asked.
"I will drink whatever you make for me Master", I responded.
You smiled. "Good girl".
We set about making the breakfast and while you prepared the drinks, I began boiling some eggs and fetched the salad and dairy items from the fridge. I had to move slowly and deliberately, to ensure the spoon remained in place. I was preparing a fruit salad of fresh strawberries, oranges, peaches and apples when the spoon suddenly slipped from between my butt cheeks and on to the floor. I froze.
You turned and looked at me.
"Pick it up", you commanded.
I dropped quickly to my knees and leaned over to pick it up. I yelped as you slapped my face.
"Did I give you permission to pick the spoon up with your hands bitch?" You sneered.
"No Master".
"How do you normally pick things up?" You demanded.
"With my mouth Master".
"Exactly. So why on earth would you assume you would be given permission to pick the spoon up with your hand? Did I specifically tell you to pick it up with your hand?" You demanded.
"No Master. I am sorry for assuming."
You grabbed my chin and squeezed hard, forcing your fingers deep into my mouth. Staring deep into my eyes you spat the following words to me:
"Your job is to follow orders. You carry them out to the letter. If I do not give you a specific way in which to carry out an order, you will carry it out in the normal way in which you have been taught. Do you understand me cunt?" You sneered.
My eyes wide open, mouth full of your fingers, I nodded and tried to say "Yes Master".
You withdrew your fingers from my mouth and dried them on my face.
"Good sweetie. Now pick up the spoon like a good little cunt and we can get on with the consequences of dropping the spoon".
Quickly, I dropped my head to the floor and picked up the spoon in my mouth. Then I sat in the kneeling position and bowed my head low and waited.
"That's better," you murmured. "Now. You were told that if you dropped the spoon there would be consequences. Here's the thing. I know you didn't mean to drop the spoon, you didn't do it intentionally. Just like you don't mean it when you make mistakes. Like the mistake you just made there with picking up the spoon with your mouth. You're human. You will make mistakes and you do make mistakes. We will use this as a lesson to remind you that mistakes will be disciplined or punished depending on the severity of the error. Discipline is essential in my household. And I say my household because you are my slave and I own everything in this household, including you. Discipline is part of your life now. It will be used to help you to grow and become better for me. I do this entirely selfishly because I believe I have the right to have the best slave I can have. I demand that you are the best slave you can possibly be. Therefore, mistakes can happen but they will not go undisciplined. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Master" I muffled through the spoon.
"You were told that if the spoon fell there would be consequences. The consequence for the spoon falling is that you will serve up two helpings of food, one for me and one for you. You will keep the spoon in your mouth the entire time. Then you will sit and watch me eat my breakfast. You will not be permitted to eat with me. Now I know you did not mean for the spoon to fall, it was not intentional, but I want you to be mindful that if you make mistakes you will suffer the consequences of those mistakes. Do not be afraid to make mistakes. Just accept them and the resultant discipline as part of your life. Accept it. Get used to it. This is your life. Now get up and finish preparing the food".
I stood up, spoon in my mouth, and finished preparing the food. Once it was ready, I served up two helpings and set the table, one plate serving you and then setting my plate on the opposite side of the table. I waited until you commanded me to sit, then sat forward in the chair, clasped my hands behind my back and waited patiently while you ate your breakfast.
When you were finished you ordered me to clean up the breakfast mess but leave my plate and drink on the table. Once I was finished, I stood to attention, the spoon still in my mouth. You looked at me.
"Remove the spoon", you commanded. I bent over and released the spoon on to the table.
You gently pushed my head on to the table and leaned forward to look in to my eyes.
"How are you feeling sweetie?" You asked, your voice softening.
"I am fine Master", I replied.
"Good. Are you hungry?"
