Crackdown

On the first day of holidays... warbled slightly off key to the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas... the twoo love gave to me...

A three am wakeup call... the kind that involves being roughly hauled onto knees and being used as a place to deposit sperm. Now to the untrained eye it would look like He needed help going back to sleep when his body clock was out of whack. That would be a rooky mistake. In reality it was a softening up approach... lack of sleep makes one a bit scatty and forgetful... before He moved to the real objective...

When one stumbled out in search of morning mouse He reinitiated the rule about having to ask permission to go to the toilet. Sighs nothing seems to give Him more pleasure than watching one squirm around while he thinks about it. At least that is what He pretends to do. To be honest one suspects what He is really doing is thinking up small, demeaning ways to make one pay for the privilege.

And in case you are wondering why it helps if one is scatty and forgetful? He will punish any little infractions. Like forgetfulness. It's His idea of holiday entertainment L

Oh yes and He gave one an actual present. For once it was the kind of gift that you can open in front of other people. It was a leather belt with a zip mini skirt... to make some of those little acts easier... for Him to watch.

Yeah, have to say that Him taking an interest in the wardrobe is right up there with showing up on the Master radar in general... no good ever comes of it L