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She hung up the phone, leaving me in silence. I deactivated my profile as a submissive man, an eager follower of strict obedience. I waited for instructions to arrive by message. They didn’t come. Restless and aroused, I went to bed, straining to hear the slightest buzz from my phone. Yet, I was nearly certain nothing would come.
It was a little before 5 a.m. when the first message arrived:
“You will send me a message every day at 5 a.m., paying your respects and providing your daily schedule.”
I responded immediately:
“Yes, Madame.”
Another message followed instantly:
“Did I ask for your approval? Must I repeat that you are to do ONLY what I instruct?”
Feeling chastised, I didn’t dare apologize but instead obeyed, presenting my morning homage and detailed schedule:
- 7:00 a.m.: Wake up, breakfast, shower.
- 8:00 a.m.: Commute to work, workday routine, lunch break, return to work.
- 6:00 p.m.: Arrive home, relax, dinner, unwind.
- 10:30 p.m.: Bedtime.
Satisfied, I set my alarm for 6:30 and prepared for the next day. However, by morning, everything had changed. Her next message imposed new, stricter rules:
- 5:00 a.m.: Wake up, kneel in the corner, naked, hands on your head, and send your message.
- 5:10 to 6:30 a.m.: Take a cold shower, eat breakfast on the floor, and prepare for work.
- 7:30 a.m.: Begin your workday.
- 6:30 p.m.: Return home, kneel again in the corner, hands on your head, and await further instructions.
- 8:00 p.m.: Take another cold shower, eat your dinner on the floor, still naked.
- 8:30 p.m.: Write a message explaining why you are worthy of my attention and detailing your submission.
- 9:00 to 10:30 p.m.: Wait for my response while kneeling in the corner.
- Sleep in your bed… for now.
“You’ll spend 4.5 hours each day kneeling, reflecting on your role. The cold showers will become routine. Hot water is for normal people. Cheat if you want, but it’s your choice.”
Despite the absurdity, I obeyed, waking at 5 a.m., kneeling, and following the prescribed rituals. The icy water was unbearable, especially on my head and chest, but I endured it. Breakfast was taken on the floor, though she hadn’t specified how—so I ate without a bowl, still uncertain about the full extent of her demands.
The first few days were grueling. My knees ached from the hours spent kneeling, and my body struggled to adapt to the cold showers and lack of comfort. By the fifth day, a voice in my mind questioned it all: “Why are you doing this? She can’t see you. You could take hot showers and sit on the couch instead of kneeling. What’s stopping you?”
But I silenced the voice. My commitment to obey outweighed my doubts. Then, on Friday night, the message came:
“You’ve shown unwavering determination, even without certainty of who I am. You’ve earned a bit of my attention. I’ll spend more time guiding you.”
The acknowledgment erased all my doubts. The weekend brought new challenges:
- Saturday & Sunday:
- Wake at 5 a.m., send homage.
- At 7 a.m., take a 20-minute cold shower and dry off without a towel, kneeling until fully dry.
- No entertainment—no books, TV, or internet—only chores.
- At 2 p.m., dress minimally and stand at a designated public location with hands on your head for two hours.
- Return home, strip, and resume obedience rituals.
Standing in public with my hands on my head was a new level of humiliation. At first, I panicked as people walked by, staring or asking if I needed help. An older woman even stopped to ask, “Are you okay? Do you need assistance?” I mumbled something about losing a bet, and she shook her head, muttering about foolishness.
Despite the humiliation, I found a strange sense of purpose. When Sunday brought rain, I stood drenched, shivering, yet resolute. My Maîtresse acknowledged my persistence with a late-night message:
“Your resolve pleases me. Many would have quit by now. You’ve earned a small measure of my consideration.”
Her words sent a thrill through me. The pain, cold, and public shame faded in the face of her approval. My journey into submission had just begun.
To be continued…
