It is always the right time to humble him.

A few months ago I sensed in my sub, Butler, the slightest interest in another woman with whom we serve on a charity committee. I’m sensitive to what is going on with him. I try to pay attention. When I noticed him harmlessly watching her I could have ignored it. He is completely committed to me. But, what fun is that?.

I took action. He is mine! I made a point of inviting her to lunch at my home. I made him serve in a frilly apron but not have lunch with us. When he was needed for the removes I rang a small hand bell at the table. I’m afraid I may have embarrassed him. Ha! It was my intention. I know that I changed her view of him. Certainly, she now knows to whom he belongs!

As she was leaving I put Butler on his knees to watch her through the front window walking down our driveway. I asked him, “Do you think she would ever be interested in a man who has become a slave? I embarrassed you at lunch on purpose. It could have been worse. I could have shown her the picture of me urinating in your face! Do you think she’d ever be able to kiss you without tasting my piss? No, you are spoiled goods. Even if I offered you to her, she would probably just send you back to me to complete your training! No other woman will ever want you again! You’re nothing but a slave now.” It was a powerful moment for both of us.

Another simple technique I use is to act differently when Butler and I travel. We often travel during the holidays. In public, especially in our hometown, I purposefully keep our FLR relationship discreet. I don’t want people think I‘m a harridan. However, when traveling I allow myself a few liberties. For example, when we pulled to up to our hotel in Asheville NC last week we both knew our roles.

Butler has been trained to try to make one trip in bringing in our luggage. I love the contrast it makes when I march ahead of him unburdened while he struggles behind me carrying too much baggage. Last week, for example, I stepped through the front door of the hotel, as we have practiced, carrying only my purse. I made the room arrangements at the desk while he stood patiently behind me loaded with luggage.

After receiving the room key I turned to him and placed it in his front pocket because both of his arms were full. Then in a voice I pitched just loud enough for the two desk clerks and the other guests in line to hear, I harangued him for a full minute in a bossy tone. “Here you are at last! It took you long enough.” I took my purse off of my shoulder, removed my wallet, and slung it around his neck like a noose. I went on, “Take these bags to our room and hang up my clothes. Iron anything that needs ironing and fold the rest. Don’t just wad my underclothes in the drawer like last time. Fold everything neatly or I’ll be angry. I’ll be in the bar having a drink. Don’t dawdle! My cousin will be picking us up in half an hour. If you’re not down here in thirty minutes you’ll have to walk.”

Then for contrast, I kissed him quickly on the cheek. I turned and left him to the stares of the staff and other nearby guests. As I strutted into the bar with a swing in my hips, I could feel every eye on me but most importantly I knew I had his eye. Whenever I do something like that I can feel his red hot lust for me. It warmed me while I had my drink.