Chapter 16Sunday morning
“Good morning, Sir,” Jamie said from his place at the stove. “I made French toast and sausages.”
“Why?” asked Bull, confused.
“Because you’re my Master and I should wait on you rather than the reverse.” Jamie smiled as he dished up the toast.
“That’s two strokes. Earn five and you spend the night in the cage.” Bull sat down. Jamie kneeled before him.
“Permission to speak freely, Sir?”
“Go ahead.” Bull looked up expectantly.
“I need to serve. That’s why I became a submissive, because I wanted to serve a Master. Not only to take daily discipline and punishment for my mistakes, but to truly be of service. For me, the ability to take a beating is only part of it, perhaps the smallest part, because it’s something I can do without true sacrifice.”
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