“I drink Scotch and only the very best,” he explained as he picked up a short tumbler. “Two ice cubes then fill the glass to one inch from the top. I like my first couple of sips lightly chilled. Any questions?”
“No, Master.”
“Good,” he replied as he turned and started away. “Oh… you never drink anything except water and the vegetable-fruit juice that I make and keep in the refrigerator.”
He walked over to his recliner and told me to kneel in front of him.
“Now, muschi, there are a few things that you must know. First off – furniture is for me and my guests. You are merely a worthless slave and will always be on the floor where you belong.
“Since we are speaking of the floor, you will always be kneeling at attention. Your knees and feet will be approximately twelve inches apart. Your
