Man Chained to Bed & Spanked
A prison warden, Mistress Nokes is uniquely qualified to own and control men.
She discovered love of authority over men as Chief Jailer of an urban city jail. Her latent sadism emerged. Within the penal community her fame grew. Under her pitiless control the once rowdy jail quietened.
She turned down offers to run women’s prisons. She wanted men to suffer, never women. Later she accepted the warden’s job at a men’s prison.
She transformed the prison. Idle men worked long hours under guards’ supervision. Once filthy, she made the walls and floors immaculate. Drug use almost vanished. Noisy felons learned silence.
Warden Nokes instructed guards to discipline prisoners without fear of consequence. Ever misbehavior received discipline. Men lost privileges for showing disrespect. Worse behavior earned solitary confinement.
When guards quit, women replaced them. Female guards were crueler. They teased the men. Warden Nokes mandated all prisoners wear chastity belts. Twice daily men lined up, pants down for a chastity belt check. Evidence of tampering earned three months of solitary confinement.
Reports of beatings and electroshock went unheeded. Warden Nokes earned honors for turning the facility into a model prison.
She had power over many men. They suffered at her command. She needed something more personal.
Years ago she discovered Femdom. Focused on her career, Warden Nokes never found time for intimate domination of men. She loaded her Kindle with Femdom books, including a public domain version of the Femdomosophic Fragments.
She met men. Locked them in chains. Spanked and whipped them. Transitory domination was fun but did not meet her needs.
Tear ducts exhausted, he weeps invisibly. A steady slapping sound accompanies barely audible whimpering.
He struggles to keep himself still. Wriggling brings harder slaps.
He cannot see his red skin but feels the heat of bruised flesh. Each blow falls on skin battered yesterday and the days before.
Mistress Owner is happy. The better her mood the more severe his daily maintenance spanking. Silence worsens his pain. He would rather, she cuss him than hurt him without speaking.
Mistress Nokes owns him. He gave himself to her. His freedom ended the day he signed the lifetime TPE contract.
He became her slave five weeks ago. Time passes slowly in vacant gloomy room. The daily spanking is the highlight of every day.
He waits eagerly for Mistress Nokes to order him – silently with gestures – into position. For the first month he bent over the toilet. The commode was the only piece of furniture in the room.
Yesterday she rolled in a small bed. A wonderful surprise. Mistress Nokes said it was part of her plan; she has never explained the plan. He is not foolish enough to ask.
For more than a month he has not known if it were day or night. On her morning visit Mistress Nokes marks a spot on the wall calendar. Undivided by a clock, time elongates. Days seem to acquire secret hours. More space for loneliness and tedium.
Every morning she brings him a bowl of porridge and a vitamin tablet. In the evening he gets a second bowl after his spanking. He drinks water from the toilet.
Two visits, never three. Mercifully, never one.
Twice daily she acknowledges his existence. Only during the second does she ever speak.
“What are you?”
“Mistress Owner’s chattel.”
“What is your purpose?”
“To obey and serve.”
“You may lick my shoes. Lick all the filth from the soles.”
“Thank you, Mistress Owner.”
She stripped him of his name. Her prisoners are identified by numbers. She calls her slave ‘six.’
Alone in a dim room. Alone in silence. Without anything to read, watch or listen to. His life is waiting for Mistress Owner. Grateful for any attention, even the harshest spanking.
Unable to masturbate. Curved metal forces his chastity. Sex has become pain.
In his heart Mistress Nokes is a Goddess. Over the last month this ceased being figurative.
He shaves his body. For the first two weeks she told him to shave off his eyebrows. He saw a pathetic subhuman in the mirror. Not a person, just a thing.
Then he ordered him to leave his eyebrows unshaven. This was his introduction to the plan.
Mistress Nokes began his captivity with dehumanization. Made him less than a man. Forced him to sit and lie on the stone floor.
The bed is for her ease. But his gratitude works toward her purpose. He must know all he will ever have comes from her. He can hope for anything, but she decides everything.
His old life is dead. He lives as she wills. For now there is emptiness. Only she can fill it. Fulfill him. Every second passes on her terms.
She will keep him alone in the darkness for three months. Then he will begin to do chores. Working gratefully because serving her is his greatest need.
By the end of the year he will sleep at the foot of her bed. Crawl behind her, always eager to act on her least whims.
Living always in Mistress Nokes presence, confinement to the room becomes punishment. A week without Mistress Owner is pure heartache.
Shackles no longer needed evolve into marks of his inferior status. Unbreakable fetters within will keep him forever her slave.