Older Domme Owner’s Slave Man
When Mistress Owner opened a bottle of rum, her slave wanted to hide. But he dared not go outside without permission.
Years ago he proposed to her. She rejected him. He never understood how that led to him becoming her property.
His life passed on his knees: scrubbing floors, pulling weeds. He worked at chores from dawn to midnight. Mistress Owner enjoyed watching her slave work.
Most of all she loved punishing him. She would say he worked too slowly. Or too quickly. Or carelessly. Lashes accompanied every rebuke.
His first task every morning was to go outside a cut a fresh switch for Mistress Owner. Painful spankings taught him the length and thickness required.
Her cruelty increased as she aged. She ignored that he grew older as well. Demanded he labor with the force of a young man.
He lived without thanks, affection or sex. Sometimes she told him to lick and kiss her feet. She wanted his worship, not love.
He cooked her excellent meals. He ate dry dog food and drank her urine. She allowed him water as well.
Now he was an old slave man, the property of a mature Mistress Owner. He could not imagine the life of a free man.
He was the extension of a woman’s will.
The days she drank rum were the most intense. On and off, she beat him for hours. These were the evenings when she slapped, kicked and punched him. Even bit and scratched him.
She laughed when he wept.
After rum nights he woke bloody and aching. He hurried outdoors to cut the switch. Prepared a pot of coffee. Began a new day of groveling and suffering.
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