Isaac had been losing sleep over this, ever since he had agreed to it. He had never been a Master, and had never been trained properly as a slave. His former Master had punished him for anything, whether it was done correctly or not. He had no idea how he was supposed to turn Stiles into a well behaved slave. Then, the boy entered the room, and he had run out of time to figure it out.
"Being late... it's a sign of disrespect," he said, already falling over his words. It was like torture, trying to figure out how to do it all on the fly.
"One of the most important things about being a slave, is that you respect your Master."