Confused slave

I woke up on the table in the living room. Arta furnished this room, while I was sleeping. The table, under me was wonderful. I sent an IM to Arta and stood still as I usually had done.

If my Mistress is up then I always stand still waiting for her command. I never use radars or map to find out where she is. I count such methods cheating. I suppose my job is to wait for my Mistress, for her orders.

I could see the living room and the front door. I do not know why, but I supposed that she would come from that side. I was waiting for about three minutes, when my Mistress appeared from behind my back. I usually wait more time for her coming.

I knelt down and greeted her with kisses on her feet. We planned to go to the escort classes. We had not much time to the beginning of the class. I supposed that we would leave for the school, soon. However, Arta shouted at me. She said that I was busy and I did not realize her appearance. The only thing I usually do is closing group messages. I do not even read them, if she is online. I did not read them, at this time. I just closed the windows. However, I was sure that I knelt down without delay when I beheld her.

I answered that I had knelt down without delay. She became angry. She said that I argued with her. She usually does not give me opportunity to explain my point. We had had some conversation when we had talked about it. I thought that if we were alone then I could explain my point. Her reaction frightened me. She did not answered, but asked if I told that she was a liar. I was sure that there was an explanation why we saw my action so differently. But, I did not have chance to explain my point and in its turn, we could not talked about it.

She locked my handcuffs behind my back. Arta had said that locking my handcuffs had not been a punishment. However, I felt it like a punishment, now. She continued questioning me. No, not questioning. She declared what my actions were. I did not know how to answer. She did not ask. I had to agree with her. I felt awful. I had headache. I did not know what to say.

Meanwhile the escort class had started. I did not tell anything to Arta about it. I was afraid of telling it. When she got to know that the class had started she shouted at me. I started crying. Arta ordered me to stop it. She said that I wanted to affect on her with my tears. I did not even think about it. She forbade me to cry in the future. I tried not to cry. It was very hard, because tears came from my heart through my eyes. I learnt that she did not want to know of my emotions.

I was very despaired and I gave up. I decided to agree with all what she said. I admit everything. I admit that I was careless. I admit that I was arguing her. I admit that I told she was a liar, I did not warn her about the beginning of the escort class, I was arrogant, I affected on her, I provoked punishment. I was sure that she would punish me. I though that she had decided it before I had waken up. I calmed down and I offered myself to my fate.

My Mistress could see that I was confused and she offered me a possibility to ask for explanation. I had had right to disagree with her if we had been alone. Now, I was not sure of it, so, I asked her to explain. Arta did not open her mouth and I knew the answer.

If she counted me arrogant, and person manipulating her with my cry or a provocateur, then I surely am. It does not count what really happened. It does not count what I think. She knows me better.

Arta gave me almost the same explanation. I can talk my opinion of clothes, shoes and so on. But, it I am the subject of the conversation, then she is always right.

Arta went to the TV room and watched TV while I massaged her feet with my mouth. I did it with burning face. I was ashamed of failing again. I lifted a bit and leaned to kiss her feet and my breast reached her toes, when she stopped me. Then she asked if I was excited. I was not, of course. Only the weight of shame pushed my mind. I felt nothing else. She realized that my nipples were hard. I supposed it was about the cold evening on the beach. My Mistress allowed me to wear other clothes, which were able to keep my body heat.

Then she went to the sleeping room and I had to follow. Arta attached my leash to my collar and the metal ring hanging in the far corner of the sleeping room. Then she brought out my sleeping cushion from my room and I understood that this room was no longer mine. She said this corner would be my new place.

She left me alone in the corner kneeling. I stared at the garden from the window. I did not know if it was a punishment.

Arta returned. She wore very nice clothes and she looked so beautiful. She asked me if I was tired. I felt tired, but not very much. I would have liked to know where she would go but I was afraid of asking. I felt asleep with the feeling of the heavy shame in my mind.