My Master
I hear your key turn in the front door, and automatically assume my position on the floor: kneeling with my hands in my lap and my head bowed – we established long ago that Im not allowed to look you in the eye without permission. As you enter the house and walk towards me I feel a rush of anticipation, and try and work out what mood youre in by the speed and heaviness of your footsteps. I watch your shoes as they approach and stop in front of my knees. I dont dare look up at you. Without being...