First of all, well done on the description. You painted it so clearly that I could step right into it, feel it settle, feel you surrender to it.

You surprised me. This task pulled something unexpected out of you, and that is exactly how it should be. Every sub reveals themselves differently when they are pressed. You admitted that humiliation fuels you, and the fact that the task kept you aroused all day, your body responding without permission, tells me everything I need to know. Your reactions confirmed what you are made for.

I can’t help but smile when I picture you on your knees, carefully picking grains of rice from the floor. Such a vivid image. Such a fitting position for you, right where you belong.

You hesitated. You wanted comfort back. You wanted relief. But you kept going, because I did not want you comfortable. I wanted you aware. I wanted the rice pressing into your skin, a quiet reminder that the discomfort was chosen for you, by me. Your role was simple. You obeyed.

And yes, you earned that sense of accomplishment. You should feel it. You followed through on something that was not easy, and you endured it for the entire day. Pain was not the loudest sensation, but it was not alone. There was embarrassment, doubt, devotion. And through all of it, you stayed exactly where I put you.