"You have exceeded yourself yet again. I didn't give you any instructions beyond ordering you to your knees. But, undisciplined wench that you are, you took it upon yourself to try to give me a blow job. Do you deny it?"

"No, Master." I looked down. Tears were starting to form in my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I thought you wanted me to… give you a blow job."

"You are my servant. It is not for you to decide what I want, or why I tell you to do what I do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"I'm not convinced, Jodie. Go to your room while I decide what to do with you." He put His penis back in His pants.

Conflicting emotions surged through me. I was thrilled at His stern, disciplinary approach to me, while at the same time I was devastated at having disappointed Him. I started to get up to go upstairs but I saw Him stiffen and stopped myself. He hadn't told me to get up. I crawled on my knees down the hall, up the stairs, and to the maid's quarters. I left my suitcase in the entry-way where I had put it down. I was beginning to catch on. My new master wanted me to follow orders precisely, with no leeway for personal initiative.

***

I waited on my knees for what seemed like hours. I knelt in the corner, hoping to impress my master with my obvious remorse. Finally He came into the room without knocking or announcing Himself in any way.

"Jodie, come here," He said.

I crawled over to where He stood and waited, not saying a word.

"Jodie, I don't know what to do with you. Sometimes you show great promise, and other times you seem completely hopeless. Do you have anything to say for yourself."

For an answer I reached into my bra and handed Him the note which I had composed the night before.

"Most beloved Master," it read, "I give myself to you, completely and without reservation. I am yours to train and shape in any way that you deem worthwhile."