Tell Her to Fuck Off

You decide to go with your gut instinct and simply send this bitch away. You’re starting to appreciate your new life in this place, and on the off chance that this is a test of loyalty, you aim to pass with high marks.

“Look at me, you little cunt.”

Her wet eyes lift from the palms of her hands to meet yours.

“Consider yourself fortunate that you belong to the Mistress. If you weren’t her property, I’d properly put you in your place. But, seeing as you are, and seeing as I’ve got a lot on my mind right now, I’ve decided to mercifully let you off with a warning.”

She sniffles and looks up at you with big puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck off, and don’t ever come around here again. If you do, I’ll beg the Mistress for the privilege to punish you personally.”

She bobs her head repeatedly in a show of reverent understanding.

You snort. “Not good enough; I need to hear you say it. Apologize for your atrocious behavior, and swear that you will serve the Mistress loyally from here on.”

She straightens her posture and composes herself for a moment, seemingly falling back on her previous training. “Yes sir. Please forgive this stupid, impertinent slave for her miserable failures. She will work diligently everyday to improve her behavior and submissiveness to the Mistress. This slave promises to never pester you again.”

You sigh in quiet contemplation as you measure the satisfactory nature of her words. “Fine. I suppose that will do. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind.”

She stands to her feet and bows deeply before you. “Thank you, sir. This slave obeys.” Without another word, she swiftly makes her way down the dimly lit hallway.

Thankful that the annoying bitch is gone, your thoughts turn to the Mistress and lesson three. You’ve no idea what to expect, but you’ve really impressed the Mistress thus far. Hoping to continue that trend, you smile to yourself with servile satisfaction.