I’m paying for other’s mistakes – A mistress from another world – part 7

I used to watch old movies where a woman was always in the kitchen, cooking dinner for her husband, knowing her “place” and never having the guts to raise her hand and ask for more. I’m not a misogynist under any circumstances, but I find this funny because I can compare it with the present time, especially from my perspective. All women want emancipation and I think there’s just a small step until they will start treat us just as we did in the past. If that happens, I’m prepared… I already experience this on all levels…

It’s one of those days when outside it’s raining and you’re not in the mood for anything, so you turn on your TV and see if there’s anything interesting. I was sitting on the floor, at my Mistress’s feet, starring into nothingness, lost in my thoughts and waiting for something to pull me out of there. I felt a kick on my neck, not a small one… That woke me up! I turned and saw her face all pissed, looking at me as if I’ve just ate her food and she’s starving now. What just happened? I know I wasn’t really there with my mind, but still, as I did nothing I don’t see the point of her foot meeting my neck!

“You know… it’s time for you to feel how it is! How it’s what? What are we talking about? “Take your clothes off, NOW!” The tone in her voice send me the message that I might want to stop with the questions, even if I asked them in my head, and do what she says. I was naked in less than 4 seconds, tripping on my socks and hitting the floor with my nose. “Put the apron on!” Say what? She was still looking at me with that cold fierce look. Ok, say no more… I put the apron and wait, but I’m sensing I should fire up my heels and be in the kitchen faster than she has the chance of ordering me that.
 “In the kitchen, NOW!” Huh, thought so… I’m in the kitchen now, waiting for more orders. She comes quietly, with an air of superiority, sits at the table, lights a smoke and tells me to cook her something, as the loving slave I am. Cook… this is something I’m not really good at, but if I must do it, I better do something that can’t go wrong, like fries, or bacon and eggs. I stretch my hand to reach the eggs in the fridge when I woke up again with an ashtray strongly thrown at my bare ass. That straightens me up like in the army. “Don’t try to fool me, I want something different than eggs with bacon or whatever you can cook in 5 minutes!”

There’s my sign I was in trouble. I see a cooking book in a corner, but I’m not risking any other hard object thrown at me. Who knows, maybe when I bend over she will get an idea involving a chair leg or something… Pancakes, I know how to make pancakes! I start working my naked ass off to cook her while she just sits there, watching me. I feel somehow oppressed by her attitude, but then again, she’s the Mistress. I finish those damn pancakes and serve them to her, watching her reaction. After one bite, she throws the plate on the floor, breaking it in pieces and with it, my pancakes are flattened.
“I don’t like it, you are a shitty cook… now I want you to iron my shirts!”

I bring the ironing table and hold that iron with fear in my hands. I don’t want to give her any ideas so I try to hold it as far as I can. She doesn’t have wrinkled shirts, but I’m ironing them anyway… while she keeps sitting there and watching me, smoking as if I’m even less than a slave, no value, close to non-existence. “You are useless, you can’t even iron a shirt for god’s sake!” I’m doing the best I can here and she’s still unsatisfied. She kicks the ironing table to the floor, on my legs. With it, the iron flies from my hand and lands in the pancake which is still there. I rush to lift it when she kicks me to the ground. On the floor, with just an apron on me and really close to a hot iron, I look up to see her angry face.

“How you like that you useless maggot? Men have been doing this to us for years, now you know how it feels…” Wait a second? So I’m paying for other’s mistakes? For every man that has treated his woman this way years ago? I’m being held responsible for every idiot who wasn’t able to see what a godly creature a woman is? Damn it… this is not fair… With my arms shaking, I lift myself from the floor, grab the iron, clean the pancake and don’t dare to look her in the eyes. It’s not that I mind being humiliated by her, I can take anything she throws at me. It’s just that I don’t find the fairness in being punished in the name of others. I fix the floor with my eyes and just stand there, like an idiot. After a few silent minutes passing through like a year, I raise my eyes and with a shaky voice I tell her “it’s ok Mistress, I understand”. At that moment she begins to tremble with the same ice cold look in her eyes and she rushes towards me, in a tremendous attack. I lift my hands, as I want to protect my face from her, but in an instant I feel her grabbing me in her arms, holding me tight and patting my head.

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me, it’s a stupid thing…” She puts me on the chair, looks deep into my eyes and with a shade of tears in her eyes she whispers: “you know what? I’m going to show you how to make pancakes… and you know what else? Give me the apron…”