I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I need a punishment dynamic.
I can’t really wrap my head around this whole slavery thing, lately. I think it’s because there’s no real consequences for my actions. Which basically means I’m a giant douche. I mean, who does that? “I know what I’m supposed to do, and I want to do it, but I’m not going to do it because you won’t make me.”
I’m sure Master would say something to the effect of, “There’s no reason for consequences. You’re not doing anything wrong.”1 And I suppose that’s mostly true. I mean, I don’t defy him. I’m respectful unless I’m joking around. I don’t break rules. I stay on top of the chores when I’m not sick and I’m getting sleep (insomnia’s been kicking both our asses). I obey orders…eventually.
I’m doing this thing where he tells me to do something, and he doesn’t say I can wait (sometimes he’ll say “some time between 2 and 3, do this” or something, and other times, it’s just “do this”), but I sit here tapping away at my computer, anyway, and go do it when I feel like it. AND I’M NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING IMPORTANT. I mean, at least half of the time I’m writing, but the other half, I’m fucking around on Twitter, or talking to someone on Skype, or fucking around with the cats, or reading bullshit, or watching a video on YouTube. Read more…