"I most certainly have.  And what is this me stuff?  You know better than that.  You use slavespeak, especially with me.  You are a slave.  You own nothing, not even yourself so you are not permitted to use the words 'I', 'me' or 'my'."<br/><br/>Paul knew this was something she had trouble with but he also knew how important it was.  It forced her to constantly be aware that she was a slave.  It changed her thinking.<br/><br/>"Now kneel and begin your check-in."<br/><br/>Paul was a high protocol Master.  There were rituals that Cindy was required to follow including regular check-ins.  These were required at least once a day but sometimes he wanted them more often.  She had to kneel and begin with the formal opening, "Master, your slave is ready to serve you in any way you wish."  Then came the three questions, "Master, would you like to spank your slave?"  This catered to both submission and to Paul's raging spanking fetish.  He would spank her or not, as he pleased.  Then came the second question, "Master, would you like to use your slave's body for your pleasure?"  Once again it was at Paul's discretion whether or not to accept the offer.  Finally came the third and last question, "Master, is there anything else your slave can do to bring you pleasure?"<br/><br/>The questions were, of course, asked from the position of submission, kneeling before him, knees spread wide, back straight, chest thrust out and looking at his cock.<br/><br/>Cindy had enough practice that she knew what to do and when she got to the second question, Paul said, "yes, I think I will," and patted his lap.<br/><br/>He watched with delight as Cindy stood and waked over.  She was wearing what he called her "slave uniform" the required dress for his slave.  It consisted of high heel pumps, regular length stockings and a garter belt to hold them up.  Nothing else, of course.  It set off her spectacular figure very well.<br/><br/>Paul took her wrist and gently pulled her over his lap.  He started as usual by stroking and appraising her bottom and then smacking her.  He did that again and went back to rubbing the sting out.  He let his hand slide down along the inside of the thigh before resuming the spanking.  A few more slaps and he was back to rubbing the sting out.<br/><br/>From his view he enjoyed the whole process immensely but he wanted her to enjoy it just as much.  He knew she got turned on by it as much as he did and he liked to bring her to the brink of orgasm if he could.