In the evening, after returning home from the memorable family dinner, we had a conversation.
– You were very sassy today – said Master.
– Yeah... I couldn’t stop laughing when I realized absolutely no one takes what you say seriously, Master.
– I know. What did you feel, knowing that everyone there was laughing at something that’s completely real for you?
– Shame and... I don’t know... By the way, Master, why do you let me be like that around them? I never asked you that before, and today I understood how important it is. So thank you for that, Master...
– Why do I let you? Because that’s how they know you. But you know very well that in any other situation such a scathing exchange of words would not be permitted..
– Yes, Master... I know.
– And... Do you know what I liked most?
– That I didn’t roll my eyes or openly rebel when you were saying all that, Master?
– That the whole time, you knew exactly who you belong to. Even when you were playing the cheeky little daughter. And that’s also the answer to your question – why I let you be like that around them. I like watching you in that mask of feistiness, knowing I’m the only one who knows what’s underneath it. And that I can order you to take it off at any moment, and you’ll submit without batting an eye. That’s why you’re getting a reward tonight. For knowing how to stay silent when it was the hardest. When everyone thought I was talking nonsense.
– Thank You, Master.
– Kneel. And thank me. With your mouth. As best you can.
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