The only time I ever receive praise from my master is when I'm drinking his piss. He's so affectionate to me in those moments:
"Awe, that's a good boy."
"You're such a good boy."
"Drink it up good boy."
"Daddy loves his good boy."
The only times he refers to himself as my "Daddy" or calls me a "good boy" is when I'm drinking his piss. He never shows even the slightest hint of gratitude or affection toward me at any other time.
To be clear, I never provide any service for him with the expectation of gratitude. All of my service to him I provide because I love to serve him. The service is the reward.
However, when I first entered my master's service the piss drinking was the most difficult for me. It wasn't the taste so much as the utter degradation of the act. I never hesitated to do it, because I enjoy pleasing my master, but this act caused internal anguish for me. The reduction of myself to a human urinal took a toll on what little dignity I had.
He sensed this without me ever having to say it. So, he conditioned my mind to see these moments as the highlights of my day. His approval is such a powerful motivator for me and he knows it.
When he requires this service from me he'll call out, "come here good boy, daddy needs his good boy."
I mean, how can I resist a call like that? It is so sweet to hear him talk to me this way. I quickly go to him and kneel before him. It's always directly from his penis to my mouth. And I work hard to get it all down quickly so none spills out. Luckily, my master has hardwood floors so when it does spill out I can easily lick it up.
And he is so affectionate when I do that, "awe, look at my good boy keeping my floors clean."
When the act is done he pats me on the head, gently caresses my cheeks, all while repeatedly calling me a "good boy." He is so tender and affectionate. I never experience such treatment at any other time.
I'm not an idiot. I know what he's done to me. He has mentally manipulated me. He's a twisted and sinister man.
But, if it isn't obvious to you yet, I'm twisted too. I'm perverted to the core. His ability to condition me in this way only reinforces to me how worthy he is of my worship.
I love the power my master has over others. I envy it. I wish I had it too. But I never will. I'm small, weak, and pathetic. So, the closest I will ever be to experiencing this power is by being the willing victim of it. I hesitate to even use the word 'victim' here. What is the word for a victim that loves the crimes perpetrated against him? Well, that's me.