Chair

My Mistress invited me to her working place. There she showed me a table and two chairs around it. She ordered me to sit down. I obeyed. Then I had to stand up and sit down again. She ordered me to repeat motions some times. I was getting tired.

My Mistress ordered me to sit down, again. But, at this time, I had to sit on the other chair. I tried and failed. I was unable to sit the selected for me chair. She asked me why I was unable to sit there, where she ordered. She asked me calmly. Her voice was motionless. I tried and failed. I tried and failed. I was unable to answer. I supposed that some script prohibited me to obey. I was sure that my Mistress knew of this script.

I remembered when Sir Sleight had ordered me to walk in the stairs. I had known that he had enjoyed it. Now, I knew nothing of my Mistress' feeling. Her voice did not tell me anything. I felt despaired. I did not know why she forced me to execute impossible. Her voice was emotionless, but I heard it derisory.

I tried and failed. I tried and failed. I do not remember how many times my Mistress asked me why I was unable to sit. Once, I answered almost crying that the creator of the chair must have known the answer.

Then she ordered me to tell draft of possible solutions. I did. I told ideas. She did not like it and gave an entire explanation.

Later, when we went home to sleep, I asked my Mistress to allow me to sleep without handcuffs today, as my shoulders had been hurting. She allowed it and gave me a message on my shoulders. I slept today wearing only ankle cuffs.