Mistress Stomped His Genitals
“You want to be my slave?”
“Yes, Mistress Annie.”
“Don’t be impertinent. I haven’t given you permission to call me Mistress.”
“I’m sorry … Annie.”
“Do you know what slavery is, boy?”
“Yes. Eh, well, I think so.”
“A slave does whatever its Mistress Owner commands. You can never say no.”
“I want that.”
“Do you? As a slave you will have no rights. There is no escape. You cannot quit being a slave.”
“Your body becomes my plaything. Don’t think I’m talking about sex. Who would want your skinny body? I hurt my slaves. They scream. They beg. I enjoy their misery.”
“Please let me suffer for your pleasure!”
“Are you sure? I repeat: this is permanent. Forever.”
Annie and Thom met online. She was not looking for a new male. But she answered some of Thom’s questions about Femdom slavery.
Later, deciding it was time to acquire a new chattel, she quizzed Thom. Annie grew sure he desperately craved servitude. But so many men think that.
They met twice for coffee. At the end of the second date, she told him to prove himself. He must sell everything, even his home. Quit his job
On a certain day Thom went to Annie’s home. She would become Mistress Annie.
Following her instructions, he went to the backyard. He found open storm doors.
Thom entered. Once closed the doors clicked. He pushed. Locked. He could not escape.
The empty space contained only a shower stall and commode.
He found a note:
“Strip off your clothes. Fold them neatly. Place them by the ladder.”
Thom sat on cold tiles. He could only wait. Without sun or clock, he could not measure time.
Lonely, progressively fearful, Thom shivered. Hungry, his stomach ached. Thirsty, he turned on the shower. No water.
Desperate, he knelt before the toilet and lapped up water.
Near the ceiling a door opened. Mistress Annie descended the ladder.
“Have you enjoyed your first day of slavery?”
“Mistress Annie, I …”
“Confused? Never fret. I am the decider. You are the obeyer.”
Thom obeyed. Mistress Annie kicked his stomach. He fell. She pressed her foot down on his crotch.
She kicked his testicles. He screamed.
“Good slave. You scream beautifully.”
“Mistress Annie, I’m scared.”
“You should be, you little fool. You gave yourself to a stranger. I appreciate the gift.”
She opened a wall panel. Pulled out a bag. Dog food.
“You must be hungry. Eat up.”
Thom stared at the bag but did not move to it.
“No? You’ll get hungry enough. I don’t waste human food on slave animals.”
She pulled a whip from another panel. Held it up to Thom.
“Just a baby whip. But just right for a slave’s first whipping. You’ll feel all my whips. Daily beatings are part of your new lifestyle.”
Mistress Annie chased Thom around the room. When he stood, her lash knocked him to the floor. When he crawled, she beat whichever body part faced her.
“I’d continue but I have errands to run.”
“I will be back in a day or two. You have plenty to eat. While you wait, dream of my clamps, canes and other toys.”
She ascended the ladder. Sobbing, Thom sat on the floor. Looked at the bag of dogfood. Pulled it near, tore it open and ate.