At 4 p.m., Petra got me out of bed. I had to get ready. I hadn't shaved my hair in a week; in all the hustle and bustle, a lot of things had gotten lost.

I also felt terribly unkempt; showering without soap was very inadequate.

Today, Petra took me to dinner a little earlier. Master Li wanted to speak to me beforehand.

Petra admonished me again at the door: HE speaks to me, not the other way around.

I understood... keep my mouth shut and nod obediently.

Unlike usual, I was allowed to sit at the table, sitting opposite him.

Petra stood behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

Master Li first addressed my abrupt transformation of the last two days. He wanted to make sure I understood what was going on. He also let me know that having to undergo such measures was undesirable. My job is to serve and to work. Such measures mean that I'm out of work, and someone else—who has to take care of me—is out of work as well.

The whore service, like the last few weeks, is canceled. It was only a short-term event anyway. Sexual exploitation is prohibited in this country. Or rather, this consistent form of exploitation. From now on, the focus will be on work in the house; I'll be under Petra's control to help her. In the future, my whore service will be on call. More often, it's for internal staff, guests, and business partners. My whore service isn't paid for by the people; it's a service of the house.

Petra will take over my upbringing from now on. This also means certain punishments that will be given on the spot. She will report other offenses.

Petra was severely reprimanded for still being far too harsh. The first usable results would have been sufficient in two weeks, not 24 hours.

Afterwards, however, he fully acknowledged this achievement and praised her master.

He also praised her efforts to consistently complete all of her primary daily tasks, despite her supervision over me.

Her diet is being maintained; she has been hungry enough. She has settled in very well in a very short time, and her behavior, with a few exceptions, is impeccable.

 

She'll be moving into my room from now on and sleeping in my bed. She decides where I sleep.

Turning to me, he continued. I should take her as an example; I can learn a lot from her.

Then he thought about it for a while. Then he pulled himself together.

The divorce annulment was a fake. My husband is expecting me in 18 months. It was a tool to get me in the right frame of mind. My husband doesn't know anything about it, and that's how it should stay.

And I, the idiot I am, believed it immediately...?

"You see, I'll be honest with you...if you deserve it. Keep trying. For the next 18 months, you'll be here for training, and I won't treat you any differently than anyone else. Petra will show you her current standard accommodations so you understand.

Your current accommodations and diet are actually rewards for special achievements.

Petra earned them, you didn't. You're only being treated better because you're a different case.

Should I decide to bring you up to the standards, that's not a punishment. Your room, your bed, your bathroom, your food are a generous gift from me—please show your appreciation!"

Sexual service was canceled today. The Master rang the bell in front of him. Immediately, the doors opened, and steaming bowls of hot dishes were served.

Petra sat down at the side of the table, plates and chopsticks were placed in front of us. According to the customs of the country, sitting at the table means an invitation to eat.

So I picked up the chopsticks and prepared to serve myself.

A chopstick suddenly shot out at my hand! Petra? Where did she suddenly get that? She shook her head slowly, glaring at me threateningly.

I excused myself quietly and dutifully placed my hands on the table. Then I remembered lunch and what Master Li had told me. So I stopped watching him eat, lowered my head, and waited.

Master Li ate deeply and for a long time. I wondered why he was so skinny.

After a while, a "MHM" came as confirmation. That was the behavior he expected. When he was finished, he stood up. Petra stood up abruptly and bowed, remaining in that position. After a moment of astonishment, I awkwardly imitated her. 

 

Then he left without a word.

Petra straightened up and sat down. Then I did the same.

Petra explained to me, we are slaves, servants. Not equals, not guests, not business partners, and not friends. As long as he doesn't offer us anything directly, as long as he doesn't directly request it, we won't eat anything in his presence. The Master didn't ring the bell after he was finished. This means we are invited to dinner AFTER he has left.

This rule also applies later in your life as a wife. A woman is after a man. Unless he invites you.

When we've finished eating, we clear it away. In the kitchen next door. Sometimes he sends the kitchen staff home early. Then he invites slaves to dinner. Fair deal. Master Li is very strict and hard. But he's also fair. We don't just put it away in the kitchen, we tidy it up, do the dishes, and clean the kitchen. We're not finished before 8 p.m. The kitchen staff left early, saving him money. Instead, we get the leftovers, as much as we can eat, which would otherwise go to the kitchen staff.

Tomorrow I'll be assigned to the kitchen. I'll be under observation there, and Petra can take care of other things. The chef will spit me out with a hot pan if I misbehave. But he won't report it.

After working in the room, it was my turn again. The rimming training continued. Petra had clearly shown me what to do the last two times by looking at my asshole. She was a little gentler this time... the rope around my neck was omitted. But I still received the hard slaps. Of course, she wasn't satisfied. It will probably take a few more months before I produce reasonably satisfactory results.

But Petra's slaps, so hard and so sudden, turn me on...