Humiliation

“Hmm.” I was biting the corner of my thumb. There was a little splint of nail from when I had clipped them last and I gnawed at it while I thought.

“May I speak, Master?” The slave asked. I watched him for a moment without responding, just for the pleasure of seeing him squirm on the spot. He stood naked on my desk, looking confused and conflicted by my silence, but he did not say another word without my permission and this pleased me.

“Go.”

“Well,” he said. “If you really want to humiliate me, you could make me lick your feet while you call me names. But in my insignificant opinion there's no need to punish me, Master, I'm a very sorry slave and I promise I'll never make the mistake of-”