‘since you spilled your breakfast, you will now show me that you can eat your dinner like a good girl, without wasting any,’ he said as he sat me at the table with a knife and fork in my hands.
i bowed my head in shame that i had let him down and determined i would finish the meal he had given me.
‘enjoy your meal Sir,’ i whispered. ‘oh I believe I will, little one,’ he smiled. a tear of shame rolled down my cheek as i gingerly began to pick at the food on my plate, each movement of my hands tugging painfully at my nipples…. Borrowed from be-pleasing-always