"Lad, why are you here?" I asked softly.
Watching him sit on the floor.
"To serve you my Mistress." He answered quickly, like he knew the
answers.
"First, I am not yet your Mistress, so call me Ma'am as I have asked." I said allowing
an edge to my voice.
"So how will you serve me?"
"Mis...Ma'am, I will serve you however you wish." Again he answer quickly.
"O'kay, take off your clothes, put them neatly on that chair, get on your knees,
put you nose on the floor, and your arms out to the sides at least six inches off
the floor." My voice was quiet but firm.
The quick change from questions to actions had startled him, and he hesitated
slightly.
"Or you may go, now! I snapped.
He got to his feet and fumbling in his haste he followed my instructions.
I watched. enjoying his body as he disrobed. Nice, I thought, some middled
aged softness, but still very very nice.
When he was on the floor in the position I had demanded, I walked around
him noticing that already he was shaking and his arms were moving trying to
hold the position.
"You could be the pet I have been looking for, you could be a companion, you
could be a valued servant. You biggest challenge to being that is your lack of
ability to read me. I'll let you into a secret. The biggest asset a good submissive
has is what lies between your ears and what you have in your heart."
I waited a moment, knowing that he was very uncomfortable.
"Inorder to serve Me, you need to know what you need from Me, what I need
from you, and how your imagination can serve us both to get what we need and
want."
He was shaking and his hands were occassionally touching the floor to regain
his balance.
I walked up to him and allowed a fingernail to lightly scrap down his spine, then
gave his a snap with my palm across his ass.
"You may assume a sitting position now." I said softly.
He ackwardly got into a sitting position.
I sat back down on my chair and watched him.
"Please, repeat what I just told you," I asked.