Morale and Morals

Submitted by Heart Himmel

The boi woke and hys first thoughts were of hys Lady. They were so deeply intense that the sting of tears caused hym to gasp. There was no pain as sharp as the salty yet bitter bite they caused. Hy knew hy was extremely fortunate to be allowed to serve her. Many clamboured for her attention, not caring if it were in a good or a bad way and hy watched them, knowing hy had the honour of her attention when she deigned it to be.

Hy stripped off the boxer shorts hy had slept in and shuffled slowly into the bathroom, blindly groping for the dial that adjusted the temperature of the water while at the same time engaging the electric shower unit and stepped into the bathtub, yanking the cutain across to barricade the steaming water inside. Hy turned hys back to the needle-like drops of water that jetted from the showerhead and tilted hys head back in a vain attempt to gather hys thoughts and regain control of hys senses.

Meandering thoughts took hym back to the night before, hy had watched the actions of a submissive and their Mistress, heard the words that flowed almost like molasses from the mouth and then the sharp, staccato replies followed by the slow questions uttered to test ... no that was the wrong word ... to teach while also disciplining. In hys mind, the Top played out what hy was seeing and hearing. Hy thought about what hy would say or do in a situation like this and decided that hy may have to step back and consider things before hy could make a decision that would affect not only the submissive concerned, but also hymself. Better to do that than to react in a rash and negative manner that would cause hym to be seen badly in the eyes of not only hys peers, but hymself as well.

What hy had seen and heard brought to the surface one of hys greatest fears, yet hy listened and learned, all the while drawing in deep breaths through hys nose and exhaling as if in slow motion centering hymself. Hy realized that hy had begun to shiver. Goosebumps peppered hys skin and hy rubbed hys hands up and down hys arms trying to shoo them away.

Like a time-traveller, hys thoughts took hym back to the other day when hy had observed an interaction between one of the other submissives and a "Lady" visiting The Dominion for the first time. Her profile stated she wanted financial gain from all males and that she didnt care how she got it. The boy had been happily chatting to a few of the other members of the elite community when the new arrival appeared literally out of nowhere. She began to shout at the top of her lungs as soon as she had been welcomed at her chosen victim.

"YOU MAGGOT ... HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME ... WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE TO GREET ME? YOU ARE NOT WORTHY AND IN PENALTY ... YOU WILL BE FINED."
The boy understandedly was confused and while usually an articulate speaker, he now began to stammer ... "B-b-b-but Miss I have nothing with which to pay you except a few L$." The Lady was noticably becoming more irate as her voice raised a notch ... "GIVE ME WHAT YOU HAVE AND TOMORROW, I WILL BE BACK AGAIN FOR MORE." She must have gotten what she wanted for the moment, because she turned on her stilletto heels and rapidly strode away.

Silence descended upon everyone like a dense fog until after what seemed eons, someone hoarsely whispered ... "That is blackmail! You should tell one of the High Mistresses and beg her to intervene on your behalf ... that is not right!" The submissive was sobbing loudly and it took a few gulped breaths before he could respond ... "Yes, I suppose I should."

In some way, the butch felt sorry for the submissive yet in other ways the boy had brought it to fruition and the only way to stop being harassed would be to either report the incident or to keep forking out money. Ruthless as this seemed, someone had fallen for her money-making scheme.

But such is life ... one person's pleasure is another's pain. Oh no ... off on a tangent, hy regathered hys jumble of thoughts as hy dressed for hys day. Hy had a lot to accomplish. Shopping, cooking, a bit of yardwork if the weather stayed fine and then some time to accept the nagging of hys muse and do some writing.

Hy had several ideas that hy wanted to write about but still hadn't polished them well enough to start. The music of their song revived hym and hy reached for the phone knowing it was her before hy even looked. "Hello Ma'am", hy said, waiting to hear her voice. "Boi, I want you to stop whatever you are doing and write me a story." Her accent was strong on some words yet misleading when others rolled off her tongue. "Yes Ma'am ... do you have something in mind?" was hys reply, wondering where her thoughts would take hys during the course of this task.

The silence was brief and after an audible inhale, she breathed out her next sentence ... "You may write about anything, but it must have a moral and include the word blackmail. Is that clear, boi?" Hy stood there, hys mind already mulling over the story line and then, realizing hy had not answered her whispered, "Yes Ma'am." "Good, I'll talk to you after dinner boi. Tschau." the line went dead and hy stood staring blankly at the phone.

A slowly drawn breath and hys eyes widening before spinning round towards the door, bounding down the stairs to the computor and hy began furiously tapping away at the keys. Some may say it didn't make sense, others might see humour, but the moral was clear and two-fold.

Don't be taken in by someone when you have the right to say "NO" to. Being a submissive does not mean you are a doormat.
AND ...
Just because a woman looks like a Lady, it doesn't mean her intentions are true.

In this world, there are many who seek to harm others for personal gain.
The harm can take many forms. But there are others who have honour and will stand up to harm bringers. Calling for help is not a show of weakness, it is a sign of wisdom.

Knowing that one can write too much, hy sat back and read through the words before hym, pleased with the result, hy nodded, emailed it to hys Lady and anxiously awaited her comments.