I wasn't wrong; the tasks were mind-numbingly mundane.
At every turn, every time I opened a cabinet or anything that looked slightly ajar, there was another note from her. Each one listed a task, and every time I finished one, I found a congratulatory message—some mix of "good boy" and whatever else she could come up with.
She was right about this being obedience training. I could definitely feel myself getting more used to following orders.
It wasn't like I'd ever been against taking orders before this, anyway.
And that alone was enough to make this more effective than it had any right to be. She knew she didn't have to put this much effort into something like this.
Thud.
I closed another drawer in who-knew-what part of the main estate's mansion and spotted yet another letter, one that more or less complimented me.
It was simple.
But it sure as hell worked wonders at keeping me subdued.
"Hehehe…"
