ok, so bit of a funny here. people really don’t understand the relationship Madam and i have. yes, there’s a big age difference. yes, she owns me completely. she is everything to me, and i do everything for her. i manage her schedule, clean her floors, fold her laundry, write her emails, and of course, i serve her sexually. what people usually see is the structure, the discipline, the strictness. but then moments like the other night happen…

it was time for my monthly punishment ceremony. these are the sessions where i take the physical lashings for punishments assigned to all the subs of the magazine. sometimes it’s a huge event with lots of people watching. this month it was just Madam and me.

she had me dress in a custom-made, man-sized onesie. bright yellow, furry, footed, with an ass opening. i looked like a ridiculous oversized duckling. but she loved it, so of course i wore it proudly.

we set up in the garden at the house where we’re staying. there’s a little patio with a raised stage used for parties, and Madam liked the idea of using that platform. it was perfect, with a fountain behind and a sweeping view of the grounds.

Madam sat in a chair, elegant as ever, while i waddled out in my silly onesie. she smirked, i blushed, and we both knew how absurd i looked. but her joy made my embarrassment worth it. i bent over her lap, she pulled open the ass flap, and the punishment began.

i had a list of subs’ names on the ground in front of me, each with the number of smacks i had to take on their behalf. first up was mlp with eighty-five. Madam began with her gloved hand, and as always, my body reacted instantly. she built the rhythm, her smacks growing sharper, until around thirty when she switched to a leather paddle. her strength is impressive, and by forty-seven, i was gasping.

then it happened.

the stage collapsed.

at first i thought it was an earthquake. the ground rumbled, and suddenly the supports beneath us gave way. i tried to roll off Madam, not wanting her to get crushed under me. i hit the ground on my back while Madam’s chair tipped. and somehow, she landed with absolute grace, like she had choreographed the whole fall.

we were only a couple feet up, so neither of us was hurt. it was more shock than anything. i scrambled up, ready to help her, and when our eyes met, we both just lost it. laughter poured out of us, uncontrollable.

there i was in my ridiculous yellow onesie, the stage broken beneath us, Madam still somehow regal even after crashing to the ground. and in that silly, chaotic, beautiful moment, i realized something. it was going to be one of my all-time favorite memories with her.

strict, serious, structured… yes, that’s real. but so is this. the joy, the laughter, the ridiculousness. and being able to share both sides with her is what makes serving Madam the greatest honor of my life.

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