Meet Her Expectations

You clench your jaw in frustration and disappointment. You can’t believe that you are about to submit to this bitch...

But submit you do.

Averting your eyes, you quietly mumble the phrase: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

She clicks her tongue at you in disapproval. “You’ll have to do better than that. When I give you an order, I expect you to respond loudly, clearly, and without hesitation. You’ve come so far; it would be a shame if I still had to punish you.”

“Now, try again.” She punctuates this order with a forceful tap of her boot on the stone floor. You feel an unbidden rush of adrenaline flow through you, as you muster up the energy to say it once more.

You sigh in exasperation, and speak the phrase more audibly this time: "Hello Mistress, how may I…serve you today?” The sentence exits your mouth dripping with dispassion, and you nearly choke on the word *serve*.

She frowns slightly, shrugging her shoulders as she turns to walk away. “I suppose that will do, but I don’t make a habit out of rewarding ungrateful sluts. Mediocrity won’t earn you any favors here, and it certainly won’t conjure up a meal. We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Without another word, the Mistress angrily struts out of the room with her guards in tow, leaving you once again to the crippling loneliness, hunger, and frustration of your cell.

You sit down in the center of the room and let out a long, drawn out sigh. Whatever you may think of the Mistress, you find her argument quite compelling. Mediocrity in this situation serves no one. You really need to make a decision here: Are you going to suck it up and serve the Mistress in whatever she says, or are you going to defy her will at every turn? Luckily, you have the whole day to decide.