Yeah, sure „ you may do as you please as long as you do not disturb me.” As if i’m going to do a lot with my hands tied to the belt. Oh, and let’s not forget: i’m also naked. Maybe i go for a walk in the park, have a drink at the bar round the corner?
Luckily Mistress didn’t see me rolling my eyes. Can’t even hold a book, for chrissake.
She lies down saying “Master Jon wishes to have you make another movie for him in the near future…”
Does he? Well, if he wishes to do that then he should do it, now shouldn’t he? I mean, it’s not that i’ve got something to say about it. If Mistress tells me i’ve got to do a film, that’s what her slave does. Damn, i’m in one hell of a bad mood right now and what’s even worse, i can’t keep my friggin’ mouth shut: „Yeah, so what? Then you should probably tell him he should just go ahead. I guess i won’t be asked anyway.“
Shit! Shit shit SHIT!!! Why did i say that? Why can’t i just keep my bloody mouth shut? Because, to be honest, i wouldn’t mind at all doing a movie. Well, maybe i would mind doing the movie, but if it’s anything like the last one, i would definitely enjoy watching it. And the thought that yet another couple thousand people get to see me doing things most people can’t even imagine doesn’t bother me too much either.
But it’s too late, i said it and i see Charon glaring at me. I guess she’s just too lazy to get up right now to punish me. But i will be punished, there’s no question about that. Maybe i should try to appease her, begging her to forgive me, tell her that i made a mistake, but somehow i’m too stubborn and defiant right now. I stare back at her and we both don’t say a word for quite some time, just staring at each other. In the end i avert my eyes, feeling my face flush with shame and regret.
„I’m sorry, Mistress. It was wrong what i said and i would love to please you and Master Jon playing in that film. I am very sorry.“
Mistress doesn’t even bother to answer me, she just turns her head, sips from her wine and picks up the book. A wave of her hand and i’m dismissed. And by God, that hurts even more than the worst beating i ever received. I go to my room and lie on the bed, crying. I’m such a stupid cunt, i hurt my Mistress and myself without any need, just because i couldn’t control my mood. What’s worse, i have no clue why i’m in such a rotten mood in the first place.

I don’t know how long i’ve been lying there, but i must have drifted into some dreamy sleep from which i only wake up when i hear Mistress calling.
„Get your ass over here, slave. Now!“
I get up and hurry to the living room, fearing the worst.