The Mistress was in the best of moods. I made a stupid mistake earlier that day, but She brushed it away with a “don’t worry about it slave, mistakes happen.” She was probably coming down with something, there was no other explanation. Anyway, I got a little bit carried away by it all and later that day I made a very funny (well….) remark. She frowned and ordered me to stand in the corner. I laughed, because I honestly thought She was tickling my balls. But Her stone cold look shredded my laughter to pieces and I hurried to the corner. “Don’t move a muscle,” She snapped. Now, this was a humiliating, harmless and childish punishment, and yet I was leaking like a punctured drainpipe. I stood there several hours and it really humbled me beyond words. I was a cheeky slave when I went over there, but what came out of that corner was a very timid, little man.