Household Drudge’s Basement Whipping
Mistress Edna never does housework. Decades ago her husband became her first Housebitch. Living as a slave, being continually whipped was too much for her spouse.
One night he fled. Months later, living in a distant state, he filed for divorce. She was happy to be rid of a man who in her mildest moments, she called worthless.
Intuition guided her to other men. Men who crave to surrender their lives. A series of men who serve as Housebitch.
A Housebitch’s days are filled with drudgery. It is permitted to stand when cooking, serving table, doing the laundry and any other chores that can only be completed upright.
Housebitches clean the floor with whiskbrooms. Sweeping the house takes hours. On hands and knees the slaves mop, scrub and polish all the floors.
Every Housebitch develops calluses on its knees. Mistress Edna trained the slaves to keep their head down. Housebitches spend days seeing no more of Mistress Owner than her shoes.
Mistress Edna has sharp scrupulous eyes. She spots any blemish, every defect. Everything found amiss is punished. A tawse hangs from her belt. First discipline is instantaneous. More punishment comes later.
She takes the Housebitch to the basement. It is a bare, gloomy chamber. Mistress Edna once thought to have it refurbished. But she realized the darkness made an excellent environment for punishment and discipline.
Here nightly, Housebitches are whipped. Unlike many Mistress Owners, she encourages the slave to beg. It seems she promises to end its suffering more quickly if the pleas are passionate and authentic.
Sadist’s misdirection. She enjoys audible suffering of males. Often whippings last until the bound slave’s vocal cords begin to fail; begging diminishes to desperate intelligible whispers.
Housebitch sleeps on the bare basement floor, legs chained to the wall.
Mistress Edna wearies of each Housebitch. Perhaps it is that she eventually exhausts the soul of each slave. Eventually the Housebitch is discarded.
Replacement is easy. Seemingly ordinary men search for Mistress Edna. Some seeing the blackness of her eyes, her sardonic smile and upright posture will discern her mastery of men like themselves.
Another man will crawl across her floors. His weary hours rewarded by worship of her indifference, superiority and cruelty.
Potential Housebitches are born daily. Most never serve a woman like Mistress Edna. They never suffer under her lash. Perhaps the absence of that pain is the greatest agony of all.