No, pet. You have not been a good toy. You did not do the dishes, sweep the floors or cook me dinner for when I got home.
The lingerie you have on is not for me, it's for you, don't lie to me.
What you are going to do for ME now, pet, is stand facing the wall, nose touching the paint. Raise your arms up as high as you can, and put your palms flat against the wall. You will stand there until I say you may move.
No, nothing fun is going to happen for you. Your shoulders are going to ache, your feet will want to move, your back will want to relax and you'll get more and more uncomfortable.
As for me. I will enjoy every second of your discomfort. I won't mock you because I know you enjoy that. I might tease you a bit, because I enjoy that. I might bite your lovely bare shoulders, because I like it. Nothing for you.
I'm bored of this, I'll tell you and you will do all the things you were supposed to, then curl up at my side so I can play with your hair. Because we both like that.