Master pulled me to Him, had me kneel before Him and talked to me, telling me He was going to reset me, to refocus me. He led me to the bedroom, had me bend over pillows on the bed, with my ass raised in the air for His access. He spanked me, fingered me, groped me and spanked me some more, until tears trickled from my eyes. He spanked me until I was gasping for air, until I was softened, until I was focused on being His devoted slave. He spanked me until the height of my emotion dissipated, until the flesh on my buttocks pulsed with stinging prickles of heat, until I was wet for Him, open unto Him.
It reset me, like a cleansing, like a reprogramming. I woke this morning focused, determined, submissive and so deeply aroused. I love Master's ability to command my emotions, my thoughts, my body and soul. I love feeling His control. I love the response deep within me to Him. I love my strange yet beautiful life. And any moment I do not, Master can simply reset His slave.