Today, Mom dragged me to another 'Good Wife, Good Mother' training class. The lesson was about learning to use my tongue to clean stains off the mistress's high heels, and practicing to kneel immediately at the sound of 'good boy.' My tongue blistered and bled, but the teacher said it's 'essential training for serving your future master.' On the way home, I secretly searched for 'male resistance organizations' on my phone, but Mom caught me. She gently confiscated my phone, saying, 'You don't need such dangerous thoughts.' Tonight, hiding under the covers, I imagine a day when I can use this tongue to speak my own mind, instead of licking someone else's shoe soles.