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Crushing the Last of his Ego

He stared at the clock in kitchen watching the second hand revolve and thinking about the importance of every second. Mistress was sl**ping soundly while david prepared Her breakfast: strawberries, a cheese and mushroom omelet, freshly squeezed orange juice, toast, and coffee. She had trained him to put the food on the table exactly ten minutes after her alarm went off, and the timing could be tricky. Start cooking too early and the hot items would get cold, but start too late and Mistress would have to wait for Her breakfast. Serving a cold breakfast warranted an automatic 30 strokes of the cane. Serving breakfast late meant a stroke with the cane for every second of tardiness. In order to avoid punishment, david had once served Her eggs that were not fully cooked so as not to be late, but he learned the hard way that serving anything burned or uncooked would be punishable by a full body beating with a bullwhip. There was but one wise course of action and that was to serve his Mistress a delicious breakfast precisely on time, but despite his best efforts most of the time breakfast was served a minute early or a minute late. And so when the alarm went off, david immediately poured the egg mixture into the hot pan and turned on the brewer so Her coffee would be fresh. It was 8:00 a.m. and he knew he would have to hustle to make sure She had a hot, tasty breakfast in front of Her in 10 minutes. He had squeezed the oranges and cleaned the strawberries ahead of time, but ...

... Mistress liked her fruit cold so he also had to retrieve those items from the refrigerator at the last possible moment, also. She appeared from the bedroom about a minute early, and She approached david in the kitchen to check on his progress. He was pouring Her coffee and turned to hand it to Her with his head bowed and softly uttered, “Good morning, Mistress.” “Good Morning, slave. You seem to be running a little behind this morning. Why isn’t my breakfast on the table?” He glanced at the clock and saw that he had 40 seconds left. She walked over to the breakfast table and sat down while david hurried to meet the deadline. He was putting the omelet on her plate just as the toast was popping up. He had forgotten to include a few extra seconds to put jelly on the toast, so he knew he would be just a tiny bit late, but moved as fast as he could. “Ten seconds, slave…nine, eight,…” He retrieved the orange juice and strawberries from the refrigerator and placed them in front of his Mistress just as she called out, “Time.” He fumbled with the butter knife applying the jelly to her toast and cut the bread diagonally as She liked. The breakfast was ready, and he moved quickly to the kitchen table and placed it in front of Her. He knew he was only a few seconds tardy, and he also knew the quality of the breakfast he was serving was good. Perhaps She would let it slide? He stood before Her awaiting for permission to begin cleaning the kitchen. “You are improving, but you’re still 22 seconds ...