Every evening, the sissy maid gets punished. No reason needed—discipline is routine here. The anal hook goes in first, locking her into the night. It’s not about mistakes. It’s about control. My tools are already laid out: canes, crops, rods - each one chosen for the rhythm of pain. I don’t even interrupt my reading for long. Just enough to remind her of what she is. Mine to correct. Mine to torment.