part of my job for Madam is managing the house and any subs on the premises. that means schedules, assignments, standards, and yes, sometimes telling boys where they need to be, what they should be doing, and how to do it right. i take that responsibility seriously. maybe a little too seriously.

Madam noticed.

she told me i was getting bossy. not in a bad way, but in a way that let my ego creep in. she called it my big dick energy and how i was using it to empower myself over the other subs instead of staying grounded in service. hearing it out loud made my stomach flip. she was right.

so she reminded me of my place.

there was a correction scene. i am not going to get into details, but it did exactly what it was supposed to do. it stripped away the swagger and put me back where i belong, attentive, quiet, and receptive.

and then, for the night, i did not go to my clean, comfy bedroom. i slept in the kennel with the other subs.

no special treatment. no privileges. just me on the floor with the rest of the boys, listening, feeling, remembering. it was humbling in the best way. uncomfortable, yes. but necessary.

by morning, my head was clear again.

leading is part of my role, but only because Madam allows it. my authority is borrowed, never owned. when i forget that, she reminds me. and honestly, i am grateful she does.

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