Inspection Time: The Flaw Finder
Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Chin up. Don’t breathe.
You think you look good? You think you’ve done a “good job”? Your standards are pitifully low compared to mine. What you call “acceptable,” I call “lazy.”
“Inspection Time” is the moment your stomach drops. It is the moment where I take a magnifying glass to your efforts and point out every single crack in your pathetic facade. I am not looking for what you did right; I am hunting for what you did wrong. And believe me, pet… I always find something.
🧠 The Psychology: The Fear of Being Seen
There is no vulnerability quite like standing still while someone judges you. It strips away your confidence. It forces you to see yourself through my eyes, critical, cold, and demanding.
When you know an inspection is coming, you work harder. You shave closer. You tuck tighter. The anticipation of my judgment makes you a better sissy. I want you trembling, wondering if that tiny spot you missed on your calf is going to cost you. I want you to realize that your body is not your own—it is a project, and I am the project manager.
📋 The Task: The “White Glove” Audit
You are going to inspect yourself as harshly as I would. Strip down to your lingerie or stay in your “uniform.” Stand before a full-length mirror.
The Checklist:
- The Smoothness Test: Run your hand up your legs against the grain. If you feel even a hint of sandpaper, you failed.
- The Tuck Check: Is it flat? Is it secure? If there is a bulge, fix it. I don’t want to see any sign of manhood.
- The Posture: Are your knees together? Are your wrists limp? Are you standing like a brute or a lady? Correct it.
- The Background: Look behind you. Is your room messy? Is the bed unmade? A messy room equals a messy mind.
The Consequence: If you find a flaw (and you will):
- Stubble? Dry shave that spot immediately. Let it sting.
- Bad Tuck? Re-tuck and hold a squat for 2 minutes to “set” it.
- Messy Room? Clean it in your heels, immediately.
(Optional: Photo Submission) If you are brave, take a photo. Zoom in on your flaws. Circle them in red using an editor. Send it to me (or save it in a “Failures” folder) with the caption: “I apologize for these imperfections.”
👠 Mistress Lexie’s Advice
I see everything. Even when I’m not there, I want you to feel my eyes burning into the back of your neck.
Perfect is the bare minimum. “Good enough” gets you punished. Next time you present yourself to me, make sure you are flawless. Because if I have to point out a mistake, you won’t like the correction.
Fix yourself. I’m waiting.