I stayed on my hands and knees and lowered my head to the floor, salaaming before Him. "Yes, Master."

"What if I were to tell you that the appropriate punishment was for you to be banished from my house forever?"

"Please, Master, I am weak. Please train me to serve you better."

"What if I were to tell you that the appropriate punishment was for you to die a slow and painful death?"

"Master," I said, trembling, "I rely on your mercy and good judgment."

He waited a few moments while I groveled at His feet, not raising my head from the carpet. "I shall have my breakfast, now. While I am eating I will give some thought to your punishment. I suggest you do the same."

After He left I got up and explored the room again, looking for something, anything, that could be used to soothe His anger without banishing me from His house.

In the second closet, the one not used for cleaning supplies, I found a straight-backed chair. In the other display case, the one not used for dildoes, were some leather whips, I selected a long, thin one. The leather was soft and flexible. I hit myself across the calf with it. It stung sharply and left a thin red welt without breaking the skin or doing any permanent damage. In one of the drawers in that display case I found some shackles and hand-cuffs. I chose four chrome-plated pairs that had the keys attached.

I moved everything out to the center of the room and arranged the scene I wanted Him to find when He returned. I wanted Him to see that I was truly repentant and deserving of His forgiveness. I was willing to accept His discipline. No, not just willing, eager to accept His loving training and stern discipline.

I placed the chair in the center of the room with the hack to the door. I placed the whip and the keys to the handcuffs beside it. Then I attached one set of handcuffs to each of my wrists and ankles. The feel of cold metal against my skin gave me an unexpected thrill.