Discipline at My feet: Giada’s morning lessons with Matriarch Ezada Sinn

Description: I always start my day with a coffee and a chattel at my feet. this morning, giada kneels where she belongs, eager to serve, but today, she must learn an important lesson in obedience and attention to detail. the ritual begins with the removal of my slippers, but she makes her first mistake, an error that will not go unpunished. a second mistake quickly follows: a stray bit of fluff left behind, and without permission, she dares to brush it off with her hand. such insolence cannot be tolerated. her tongue will be the only tool allowed to touch my divine feet. as i sip my coffee, she diligently licks every inch, sliding her tongue between my toes, ensuring they are spotless. but her trials are not over. i find the eggs i have been served to be too soft, a disappointment that must also be addressed. since she must be hungry, i decided she would be fed the eggshells instead. a fitting reminder of her place. she will prepare another egg while keeping the shells in her mouth. and when she returns, she will eat the shells, savouring the consequences of her mistakes. this time, i expect perfection.