Slavery & Servitude
Mistress Rachel worked her male hard. Like all men, his reason for living was serving a superior being. A woman, like herself.
The earnings of his office job went directly into her account. She did not allow him lunch or transport. Twice daily, she allowed him a bowl of slave slop. He drank from the commode. He walked to and from the office.
She once told him:
“You are a machine as far as I’m concerned. No higher than a lawnmower.”
Once home he took off pants and underwear. A pink apron hid his chastity device. He kept on the dress shirt and tie. Mistress Rachel told him proper dress showed respect for his Mistress Owner.
She owned a big house. His job was to keep it immaculate and tidy. She punished slow work, unfulfilled tasks. Mistress Rachel demanded quick obedience, perfect service.
A female supremacist, she told him:
“Drudgery is your purpose. One day all men will be slaves, owned by women.”
Lack of time was no excuse. Neither was tiredness.
She was physically superior, stronger than most men. When angry with the man, she grabbed him by the neck. Then punched him repeatedly in the stomach. Sometimes she knocked him to the floor and kicked his sides.
He learned not to cry. Tears made her furious.
“Whiner. You want me to pity you.”
She had spanked him until he learned to never weep in her presence.
Mistress Rachel held parties most weekends. Even with the help of other Mistress Owners’ slaves, his workload was heavier.
Often, she berated and punished him while the other Dommes watched. Following Mistress Rachel’s lead, they treated him harshly. Some punched him for fun. His Mistress Owner always applauded.
He bowed his head and thanked the woman who tormented him. As an inferior creature, he expected no better.