labrat18610
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Joined: 7/24/2007 Status: offline
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Obedience is the big answer. You get used to the fact that everything he says is an order.The last thing in the world I wanted to do was displease him. I was happy to serve him. But I think you wanted a list of things. I had to get up two hours before him. I had to shine his shoes, iron his clothes, prepare his bath and make his breakfast, have his newspaper opened,etc. When he awoke, I had to run around. I had one hour to dry him, shave him, dress him and feed him. After work, I had to prepare his meals and waited on him. He snapped his fingers when he wanted anything. I had to service him sexualy any way that he wanted, whenever he wanted. He slept in the bed while I slept on a small cot in his bedroom. He liked to sleep on his stomach, so when he wanted to be serviced, he'd hump the bed, once. And that was my cue to get off my cot and get into bed with him. I did whatever he ordered. After he was satisfied, I had to go back to my cot. Naturally, after awhile, I got to know his likes and dislikes and could anticpate his needs. It never ocurred to him to pick up a shirt or anything. Once the remote for the TV wouldn't work, so I had to kneel by the TV and he used hand gestures for me to change the channels. He liked to take a bath rather than a shower, so his bath had to be poured and it had to be at exactly the right temperature. I was the one who emptied it and cleaned up after him. He was very demanding. He only bathed with Dial soap. I ran out, so he had to bathe with Ivory. He was angry, so to teach me never to run out again, he ordered me to drink some of his used bathwater. I slurped up a few soapy gulps. It made me super sick for a week. We never again ran out of Dial. Surprisingly, we got into such a routine that he gave few orders. Ya know that was the happiest time of my life.
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