At certain moments, it will dawn on me. I own a slave. It’s why I keep Butler in a uniform. It’s why I have so many rules for him. I sometimes see him calmly doing what he is told and spontaneously an erotic feeling rises up through me. He subservience can trigger a dark impulse to push him down even further. I find this feeling almost irresistible. I can do what I want with him. Anytime.

Last night I passed through the kitchen after dinner and noticed him cleaning the kitchen floor. I never allow him to use a mop. It’s one of my rules. I like seeing him on his hands and knees with a rag to clean the floor. It is a ridiculous rule but as I watched him I felt that familiar urge pass through me. I quietly left the kitchen and returned in my cat suit and my strap on.

He was finishing when he looked up to see me leaning on the banister with a latex dildo pointing rudely at him. I could see a shiver pass through him. I don’t know what was going through his head before I spontaneously showed up. Maybe his mind was a thousand miles away. Maybe he was thinking about me and wanting an experience. It doesn’t matter. He is mine to do with as I please. Also, I know that when I’m in the mood he instantly responds to my inclinations.
I told him to stay where he was. He knew what to do. I stood in front of him accepting his homage. He knew to take my dildo into his mouth to lubricate it with his saliva. I kicked him around to face him away from me and reaching around him unfastened his pants and dropped them. He stayed on his knees as I mounted him. When we first started, this moment of dominance was my weakest point. I had trouble being verbal.

That’s not true anymore. I have found the well in me of ever flowing bitchiness. Really, all I had to do was to recount what has been happening the last few weeks. I reminded him of my dating a younger man and his willingness to serve by cooking us dinner. I reminded him of being under the bed being crushed by our lovemaking. I reminded him that he was now a tool to create more such moments. I used words such a wimp, fool, cuck, and sissy. You know, the usual words that I knew would drive him deeply into sub space. I punctuated my comments with a vigorous thrusting.

After a few minutes, I reached around his waist and fisted him. It didn’t take long. He groaned and cried out in mental agony and physical joy. I laughed at how easy it has become. He knew how I wanted him to clean up his mess. I ridiculed him while he did it. His humiliation never fails to stimulate me. I spun on my heels and marched upstairs with him scurrying behind me on his knees. He knew that I would want oral pleasure afterwards.