Slave Man Weeds Yard by Hand
A tear slides down the man’s cheeks. Behind him stands Mistress Owner.
He had dreams of serving a fierce ruthless woman. His fantasy dominatrix enjoyed her whip as much as her clitoris. There is no such Domme. Mistress Prügeln comes close.
He gave himself to her, signed a TPE contract. He serves under the lash of her whips, canes and words.
His former name no longer matters. As a slave he answers to ‘scum.’ The word Mistress Prügeln uses for all men.
“Why are your crying, scum? You should enjoy the hot sun after spending most of the winter in my unheated basement. Is it because, I hit you with my cane? Don’t be such a weakling.”
She hits him again; the cane cuts a new welt. She chuckles. It is the only word appropriate to her sadistic mirth.
Most of his back healed during winter. Mistress Prügeln amused herself by locking him in stress bondage poses. Then tapping him with an electroshock prod.
Perhaps his Mistress Owner is crueler than he expected. He has no choice. He made himself her chattel. Threw away his civil rights.
“I own you. Forget that you were once human. You are a slave thing, an object. Scum deserve no compassion.”
She spent the first week breaking him. That was complete within two days. She repeated the lessons for rest of the week.
For the rest of his life.
He lives nude and kneeling. Often eats from a bowl. Mistress Prügeln enjoys playing with his food. Crushing it into the floor. Pissing on it. He hesitated once. He went two days unfed. Starvation makes even the most painful punishments worse.
Mistress Owner made him eat grass for breakfast. Even the roots. He ate dirt, probably insects.
This morning is the first day of intense yard slavery. He crawls looking for weeds; pulls them up by hand. Much slower than using a weed eater. That is the point.
Mistress Prügeln enjoys watching him doing hard labor. She makes tasks complicated. He performs chores in the least efficient way. Mistress laughs to see him sweat and strain.
His exhaustion is a testimony to her unlimited power over him.
She kicks him. Presses a boot heel on his neck. Shoves his head down into the dirt. Dropping her cutoffs, she pisses on his head.
“Stay there while I get my whip.”
He can barely crawl after the whipping. Mistress Prügeln orders him back to work.
Back burning, fingers aching, knees sore, the man has no choice. He is only scum. She is his Owner.