Domme Has No Love for Ex-boyfriend
Not many years ago, but subjectively a lifetime past, he became her slave.
Zoey studied female superiority. She accepted the evidence for it and female supremacy. She converted her boyfriend. He addressed her as Mistress Zoey. His name no longer mattered. He knew who ‘slave’ was.
Mistress Zoey evolved in authority and personal power. Willingly her former boyfriend became her chattel.
He dedicated his life to service and worship. He cooked, cleaned and drank her urine.
A slave makes no decisions. Everything was decided by Mistress Zoey.
She locked him in chastity. He ached with need. His Mistress Owner never mentioned release. Only she enjoyed orgasms.
She discovered the pleasures of cruelty. The aluminum cane was the first of many purchases. How proud she was to see scars on her slave’s body. Her handiwork. Another confirmation of her superior status.
She tore at his heart. Embarrassing secrets became objects of mockery. He blushed. Often he wept. Mistress Zoey smiled. His humiliation was a joy to behold.
He knelt every morning at her side. She held his genital leash. When happy she permitted him to lick her boots.
Mistress Zoey was elated. She smiled and hummed. But did not invite him to worship.
When he signed the TPE contract, she stipulated that she had the right to sell him. He could not believe she would. He agreed.
Last night she sold him. His new owner would arrive soon. She had not told her ex-boyfriend. It would be a surprise.
Two surprises. She sold him and his new owner was a man. He owned a male slave ranch. His reputation was of great cruelty.
She laughed at his tears. The man had no patience for weeping slaves. He slapped the slave hard. Then took his new property to his van.
Mistress Zoey remembers that day with delight and pride. She proved her strength. Selling her ex-boyfriend confirmed that she had no foolish sentiment.
Men have no merit. Use them. Dispose of them. Never get attached to your inferior.
Originally posted 2017-03-26 20:22:31.