EXTRACT FOR
Guidance On Training Your Male
(Miranda Birch)

Last week, I played Task Mistress with my slave, Robert. I chose the card game. He was completely naked, as usual, but, to make life more difficult for him, I attached a leash to his genital restrainer and tied the other end to a door knob. So while he was scurrying to and fro, he had to take care not to pull too hard on his little willy! I scattered the cards, and off he crawled about his pointless menial task. While he was crawling around, I kept asking him questions. 



"Are you enjoying yourself, slave?" 



"Yes, Ma'am." (what else could he say?) 



"How do your balls feel, on the end of that leash?" 



"Uncomfortable, Ma'am." 



"Have you found the Three of Clubs yet?" 



"I... er... I don't know, Ma'am." 



He didn't know the answer! Dear, oh dear! I made him look through the pile, which was tiresome for him. As it turned out, he hadn't found it. 



"When you do find it, you'll get a couple of whacks from this." 



I showed him the tawse I had in my hand. As luck would have it, he found the card almost immediately afterwards, and I gave him a couple of real stingers on his bare bottom. It was perhaps because of this that he knocked over the pile of cards. He had to re-pile them again, of course. By now he was definitely falling behind time. 



My questions continued. 



"Do you worship me slave?" 



"Yes, Ma'am." 



"How long is a piece of string?" 



As he didn't know the answer to this either, he got another couple of whacks, on the insides of his thighs this time. 



"Why have you got dirt on the end of your nose, slave?" 



And so on and so on... quite an enjoyable afternoon for me. Not so much for my slave, perhaps. Who knows? Who cares! 



Not surprisingly, Robert was a good five minutes over the time-limit I had set. Not entirely his fault, but there you are! He had to be chastised for failing to carry out his task within the time allowed. So, I made him kneel and bend over the heavy, cushioned poufee on which I had been sitting. Then I gave him twelve hard whacks with the tawse. He took them surprisingly well. But then he is of course now becoming quite experienced; and he has had worse -- much worse... Afterwards, as a mark of respect, and to show his gratitude, I had him kiss the tawse. Then I had him pull my skimpy panties down and kiss my my bare bottom, all over, most lovingly, all the while interspersing his kisses with thanks to me for setting him the the task, and for punishing him for not completing it on time! This task at least he performed completely to my satisfaction: so much so that he had to go on to perform even more intimately -- but of that, another time... 



I can definitely recommend `Useless Tasks' to any Mistress. Certainly beats `Trivial Pursuits'!