Learning How NOT to Cut Corners

My Master, J, and I had been working with each other for a few weeks. He had been working to tame me. I had been working to serve Him. As we were both very busy with work and family obligations, our time together was very precious and Master kept me very busy during the week.

For the first several weeks, I had been very diligent writing my reports every day, keeping up with my exercise routine, keeping the apartment nice and neat, etc., but little by little, I had learned that I could slack, here and there, just a tiny bit. So long as I got my reports to Sir at the end of the week, I could double up on reports if I got busy with other things, for instance. I didn’t see the harm in it, and if I am completely honest, I have to say I got a perverse little pleasure out of bending the rules. That all changed in a big way on Friday.

Master had told me that He would not be able to see me Friday and so I figured I would have all day Friday to get ready for an extended session on Saturday. I was disappointed, but also relieved in a way because I had not gotten all my logs done and I had bitten my nails down during the week and now had an opportunity to book a session at the spa to get that ‘fixed’. The apartment was untidy, but not unclean, and since I wasn’t going to see Master until tomorrow, I decided I would just leave it and have a little rest and catch up on some Doctor Who episodes in my queue.

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