>slave was of great service during the halloween party, absolutely humiliating, just as she deserves
>settling in for bed, instead I grab the piece of cardboard she sleeps on, and order her to follow me to a utility closet I prepared earlier
>single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, cold bare floor, a portrait of Master high on the wall
>"you should be grateful I'm letting you have this cardboard at all"
>there will be no rest, not for her
>kneel down and stare directly into Master's eyes
>edge the entire time, quietly whispering the mantra "i am nothing, i am dirt, but with Master i am given purpose in His service, forever."
>when you fail and a orgasm comes, only quietly and shamefully moan, then return to the mantra
>keep a mental count of each orgasm, a lot more than your soul will know if you're wrong and try to lie
>Master will be up early so that he can collect you after 6 hours, but until then sweet dreams!
>slave hears the door lock behind her
>Master hears her quietly beginning her "worship to exhaustion" ritual
>the first of possibly many