Respect

When He comes lumbering out of the bedroom ready for night shift, one small slave usually greets him with some chirpy little version of good morning.  All hail glorious Satan is a personal favourite, but of late good morning skinny bitch seems more apt. The thing is that neither seems to amuse Him as much as they do one's good self. In fact He pauses on the threshold, blinking in the bright light, looking more like he would reach over and smack one if it weren't for the distance one sensibly puts between us. Hey that survival instinct isn't entirely dead J

You know one is half tempted to join one of those M/s groups and ask for advice...

How should you greet your Master upon his awakening?

The only trouble is that one suspects some wag will suggest asking Him. They usually get there quite fast when dispersing their wisdom. And really that isn't where one wants to go... at all.

We all know that His preference will have one listening for his alarm clock so that one can be kneeling waiting for his emergence, preferably naked... and winter cometh

No, think one will just have to figure this one out all alone...

Much safer J