48 Things Slaves Should Not Do

1. I will not hum the theme from Jeopardy while Master decides which implement to spank me with.
2. I will not annotate Master’s “To Do” list.
3. I will not applaud when Master uses big words.
4. Master’s dog does NOT stink.
5. I will not genuflect at Master’s erection.
6. Master does NOT hog the bed.
7. I will not refer to Master’s kitty as “snake food.”
8. I will not snigger at the pronunciation of Master’s commands.
9. I will not perform a ventriloquist act with Master’s penis.
10. I will not imitate Master’s accent.
11. Master’s chair is not to be used to pile my clutter.
12. I will keep my leopard print sheets laundered so that Master is not subjected to “those flowery things.”
13. I will not yawn while waiting for Master to climax.
14. I will not chew my collar.
15. I will not giggle during paddling.
16. I will not propose letter grades when Master belches.
17. I will not snarl when Master asks me to share my chocolate.
18. I will not tell Master he has permission to fuck me.
19. I will not say “good boy” to Master.
20. I will not make shadow puppets in the candlelight while Master is tying me up.
21. I will not critique how Master ties me up.
22. I will not masturbate after Master falls asleep.
23. I will not go out-of-state when borrowing Master’s car during lunch.
24. When Master is kind enough to bring me a cup of tea, I will not call him “the tea fairy.”
25. No matter how much Master adores me, he does not get down on his knees to do so.
26. I will not yell at the other slaves.
27. I will not change the settings on Master’s alarm clock.
28. I will not deliberately mispronounce words to confuse Master.
29. It is unlikely that Master pushed all the covers onto my side of the bed so he could shiver all night.
30. If I don’t like the settings on Master’s car radio, I can drive my own car.
31. I will not tell Master to go away.
32. I will not accuse Master of being gay when he arranges his driftwood in “artistically pleasing ways.”
33. Or his candles.
34. Or his doilies.
35. I am always the spankee; I am never the spanker.
36. I will keep my greasy fingertips off Master’s computer screen.
37. I will not eat Master’s leftovers without permission.
38. When asked how many spanks my misbehavior warrants, I will not answer using fractions.
39. I will not write on Master’s back the night before his doctor’s appointment.
40. I will not play connect-the-dots with Master’s moles.
41. I will not make lengthy “to do” lists for Master.
42. On second thoughts, I WILL applaud when Master uses big words (this overrides rule 3).
43. Hooting and whistling, however, is excessive.
44. Master is the judge of whether or not I am a moron.
45. I will be spanked if I leave the caps off Master’s pens.
46. If it becomes obvious that I’m deliberately leaving the caps off Master’s pens, I will not be spanked. Even if I beg.
47. A warm Master is a happy Master.
48. I will not hoot with laughter when Master accidentally whacks himself on the back of the head with the flogger.

His

Bright blue eyes that stare from above
Piercing my soul, my heart, my life
My eyes drop, submissive love
His gaze so sharp, an invading knife
A word from His throat booms,
“Mine” he says, with such command
His arms strong, my encasing tombs
Grab with whole intent and demand
“Strip!” the words ring in my ears
No way to ignore, I obey
Standing, legs quiver with fears
Shear slip drops little delay
Eyes to the ground I shiver
It’s not cold, but I still shake
I am His, to deliver
To teach, mold, love and make
A whisper so soft to hear
His hot breath near my ear and neck
A bite comes next, so severe
She fades into a little speck
Fading now, into blackness
She is awakened by his grip
A breast in hand almost weightless
He brings His sharp teeth to the tip
Biting down, bloody trickle
A scream of pain, or delight?
Is it death and mighty sickle?
No, the slave in her has no fight.
She falls limp, in His iron hold
And allows Him access to her all
Her delights to Him unfold
As His hands feel and enthrall
Sensitive peeks and valleys
His hot hands feel and invade
She moans low in finale
He smiles at what He has made
Her back arches, slowly bends
And eyes roll back and slowly close
He sends her, so she transcends
The slave He embraces she knows
That her release is not allowed
Despite her pleading tear filled eyes
She looks up, He is so proud
Her wanton needs part her sweet thighs
Her hips grabbed hard as He took
What was His, taking her some more
She shuddered with hard need and shook
Watching Him bend, letting out a roar
He enters so her slowly,
Her hips reaching, and greeting
Moaning from within, lowly
A joining hot and completing
Her throat encased in His grasp
Her air His to give and to take
Her fingers reach at his clasp
Her eyes wide open, and awake
But her soul flew above them
Floating and soaring in that space
He looks down, seeing His gem
Holding her in a tight embrace
“My treasure, my pure love, CUM!”
At that moment she writhes to him
Together their hearts will drum
Her soft legs wrapped so tight and prim
His treasure He holds in arms
The are joined as one in love’s soul
Kept total, safe and out of harms
She is complete, now His, now whole