Becky left me at home to clean the kitchen and went to chat with a friend. Naturally, I had to be a servant in everything, both in essence and in appearance. So, Becky dressed me in a maid outfit. This alone excited me. Becky warned me that I should do what she said, well, but not do anything unnecessary. She promised to punish for disobedience or lack of zeal. I was very interested in whether Becky would praise me or punish me for my lack of diligence. Oddly enough, I wanted her to punish me. Her punishments were always very sophisticated and exciting. Having returned, she began to check whether everything was done according to her orders. Naturally, everything was wrong, and Becky began to punish me. And her punishment was much more pleasant than the kitchen cleaning
