September 15 2011

an unnamed pet

Master was very upset with me this morning. I was not supposed to go to sleep in the extra room. It was strictly forbidden the night before by Sir.  I tried to get into bed, but my mind was still racing with thoughts at that point. I only planned to close my eyes for one second, then just one minute.  My plan was obviously flawed, considering I was yelled at pretty extensively this morning. The yelling was completely deserved since I am so lazy and took an extremely long time to get out of my bed and wake up. Master was getting to the point of anger when I could finally drag my ass out of that bed after a mere 3 hours sleep.

I finally got my butt into gear but not before being commanded to pull one card. Master had left an entire list of things for me to get done today and left the consequence on pulling 3 cards if my chores were not accomplished.  After having to pull the first card for getting a late start I finally got in gear and got nearly ALL my chores finished before His scheduled arrival time. Thirty minutes prior to 6, I looked up from the kitchen sink to see Master standing there taking off his uniform shirt. “hi Baby” I mouthed, and he just smiled. I think he knows how much I really love to be surprised deep down.

This evening i was made to mop the kitchen floor while topless. I did receive a few good lashes from his belt because I told him I did not feel punished by this task. He whipped my tits. One at a time, giving both breasts 2 nice lashes with the belt.  He then ordered me to turn, which I hesitated to do at first. I think this angered him a bit. When the lash came, it was powerful across the very bottom of my rump. Once again, my Master had produced tears in his slave. He asked me if I felt punished enough now, to which I could not even answer. I crawled quickly over to him and he hugged me and smoothed my hair.

Later that night, while in bed I asked Master what I should call him around other people. Its not like im going to be crawling around on the floor naked in front of the children or when we have guests. I needed to know what Daddy wanted me to call him because Daddy didn’t really seem appropriate either. Baby, he said. You will say yes Baby. That and Daddy is of course always acceptable. After a few more moments of his scratching my back, I curiously asked what He would call me.  His answer did not shock me but it perhaps should have. We are going to treat you like the pilots. I don’t believe you have earned a name yet. We will give you a name when you earn one.  To my Master, I am not good enough, yet, even for a name. I hope than I can please Him quickly so that I may have the privilege of being named by my Daddy.