The house was immaculately decorated. Bitch-boy served me my morning tea in bed, provided my favourite meals and catered to my every need from foot rubs to shopping, to bubble baths and musical entertainment.
I was in such a festive and dare I say Christian spirit this Easter, I spoilt my dirty little pig by allowing him to follow me on his hands and knees around the house, to lick my sweet-smelling leather skirt and hot pink shoes, and to eat my left overs after meals. He was ever so pleased when I allowed him to taste my spit and thanked me profusely for allowing him to rest his head in my lap as I stroked his head like a puppy dog.
Yes, bitch-boy worked hard, but as the simple peasant he is, he managed to disappoint. Bitch-boy was 40 minutes late picking me up from the airport and failed to learn the lyrics to Lionel Richie’s ‘Stuck on You’ as ordered. As his punishment, and to my wicked pleasure, I dispensed 200 lashings on his bare behind. Oh how it excited me as his entire body shook and jolted in pain each time I struck him as he lay across my lap! Whether the pathetic fool succeeds or fails to obey my orders and meet my high expectations, it’s Win/Win for me!
What a wonderful weekend though…