My Goddess has brought me to my knees to stand over me, hands on hips.
"Do I intimidate you?" She asked yesterday evening.
"Yes, Goddess. I hate myself when I fail." The tears welled in my eyes again.
"But do I intimidate you?" She pressed, smiling.
"My Goddess, I left work to buy twine for wrapping Your cock. I could have been fired and I wouldn’t have cared. Above all, I wanted to avoid upsetting You.
“Yes, Goddess, I admit it.” I swallowed as the words seemed to echo on their way up from the hollows within. “You intimidate me.”
My Goddess laughed.
She knows all of me, my history. I have enjoyed little and have trudged through my share of darkness. I was born for the struggle, for the fight. I am a man of letters and of the uniform. My discipline and my drive and my versatility are a large part of why my Goddess chose me, I believe.
And so back into the arena I go to earn the loving discipline my Goddess offers. I have to win it, and I will find a way to deserve it. I will find a way to improve.
Punishment is coming. I will take it like a man and, if She allows me to, I will stand again.