When I snap My fingers, a chattel must know that he is to rise out of the waiting position and give Me his full attention, he should look directly into My eyes so he can understand exactly what I desire of him. Today, My chattel is granted the great honor of worshiping My newest pair of boots. Every new pair I get has to be adored and worshiped before I truly start to wear them. Yet, for every minute My chattel will be spending with this enjoyable task he will have to pay with pain. No pleasure in a chattel's life can come without a price, this is a thing he must understand and never forget. After My property shows the desired reverence to My boots, I will collect the payment of pain with a rubber coated cane that I know he loathes and fears. There's little I love hearing more than him crying in agony from the torment I inflict upon his ass. But that is his fate, as I control all his pleasure and pain.
