Chapter 3

My Master and Ma'am are pleased with my service but decided to make me more efficient by timing me on my chores. I have to to the same tasks with same proficiency but much faster than my previous days effort. So I can now get a lot more accomplished in the same time.  

I am also starved through the day and fed only after all the tasks have been successfully completed. I have also come to realize the wisdom of this. Master liked to always keep me slightly hungry, to keep the fire burning in my belly as it tends to keep me more Agile and helps me to get my tasklist completed to the best standards. A full stomach only makes me slack. It's not like every day I am a success, there are times I have completely forgotten certain chores and have had to go to bed hungry as a result. But those slips have been very few and far between. Masters rules have always brought out the best in me without fail, no matter how irrational they sounded like at first. So I have come to unquestioningly accept all of his dictats with humility and gratitude as they invariably end up making me a better servant.  

One of the first such rules that had been established even before I began service was that any form of sexual release was totally forbidden to me.  
Apart from the fact that his wife was my dearest friend and sex with her was unthinkable for me. She had said that I should convert my love for her into seva. And I had agreed as I still got to be in her company and exchange thoughts just like in the past. Master believed that any form of sexual release was a waste of slave energies which was best spent doing real work that made life more beautiful for my Master and Ma'am. And I have come to accept the truth of this. It makes me more focused on work and keeping me more energetic than I have ever known. I have fallen in to place, doing all my chores to the very best of my capabilities. I am surprised at my own discipline and feel a sense of joy in my ability to make my owners happy.  

Also, wearing the kaupina or langot with the iron ring fitted around my male part has helped a lot to keep sexual thoughts out of my service. It works for the most part. Fear of masters cane does the rest. Master has been kind enough to allow me release at a chosen time on the first Monday of every second month for my health reason. This is always done in his presence, often followed by a few strokes from his cane on my torso and buttocks. It's become a sort of a ritual after which I have to get back to my chores with alacrity. Slacking is never an option and is published in the worst possible way.