Fear

Mistress has just come home from Her pedicure. She is sat watching telly while Her nails dry.
I helped unpack Her Gym bag, took it up to our dressing room, put the dirty gym clothes in the laundry, made Her a cup of green tea and a yoghurt before excusing myself to come back to work.

She was being very dominant while telling me what to do – equally, I was being very submissive. I already fear Her, there is no point in not pretending I don’t and so attracting some canes.

I’m sure She has thought about whether or not to cane me this afternoon. I am equally sure that if She does then it will be designed to cause the fear we have talked about, and will probably be the hardest caning I have ever had. Oh my goodness. What have I wrought?