Emily led Tommy into a large bedroom, her room, and told the boy to sit upon the floor beside the bed, then she sat upon the edge facing him.
"Tommy, you will have to learn the rules of this household. First you need to know you are not here to be my son, you are here to serve. You're here to serve me, and all females that come through my front door. You will be trained to serve well. But most importantly, you are here to be prepared for your special day, for Thanksgiving." explained Emily.
Tommy nodded, trying to process it all, then nodded and asked "What are all the rules...?" He grasped to a term of address.
"Goddess. You will refer to me, and all females that enter my home, as Goddess." she continued, "You will only speak when spoken to. You will look no Goddess in the eyes unless commanded to do so. You will obey the command of any Goddess without hesitation, no matter her age or position, unless countermanded by myself, or in the case of a child-Goddess unless countermanded by an adult-Goddess. Do you understand?" asked Emily? Tommy nodded silently and she continued "You will greet all Goddess in the proper way. This greeting does not require speech. If a Goddess is facing you you will bow down and place a kiss upon her toes, if she turns her back to you you with kneel and place a kiss upon each of her butt cheeks, and await further commands." do you understand? Tommy nodded, eyes downcast. "Good. You will crawl snd never walk or stand unless told to do so. Now take off all of your clothes and place them in my fireplace. You may stand and walk to do so, but then crawl back to your position at my feet, and I will instruct you on your daily tasks."
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Thanksgiving Day Boy
ChickLitSome people like a turkey for Thanksgiving, but Emily and her friends prefer boymeat.