Destined for a Life of Hard Labor
The man has been forced to admit the woman’s superior strength. Easily, she beat him into submission. After binding his hands and arms, she shoved him in her car. Hours later, she turned off a narrow country road, little more than a path.
Twenty minutes brought them to a farm. She led him inside. She loosened part of his bonds, ordered him to kneel. She said:
“You will call me Mistress Owner.”
“Woman, are you crazy?”
She punched his nose, blood dribbled.
“You will call me Mistress Owner. You will not speak without permission.”
He started to speak, then reconsidered.
She smiled and said, “Your first lesson. There will be many.”
“Your old life has ended. You are my property.”
“I am your Mistress Owner, Master, Goddess, God.”
“You are a man. Men are inferior. Man’s place is to serve woman.”
“I chose you because you are strong and healthy. You will work long hours on my farm.”
This seemed insane, he spoke again, “You are crazy! I am not going to work for you. You need to be locked up!”
She stared at him, saying nothing. Remembering his helplessness, he began to worry.
She went to a cabinet, opened a drawer. Her hands selected several objects. She showed him one. It looked like a garden hose, whose end had been split into sharp segments.
She slapped him with it. Repeatedly she lashed both cheeks. He bled.
He begged her to stop. Suddenly she did. She picked a small wand. She pressed it against his crotch.
The electric shock knocked him down. She repeatedly shocked him. His screams grew increasingly desperate and unintelligible.
The shocks stopped. He lay on his side, barely able to breathe.
He opened his mouth. Her eyes narrowed. His lips shut without saying a word.
He trembled. Never had he been so scared.
She left the room, returning with a small box. She pulled off his underwear. Dazed, he did not even blush.
She pushed his penis against cold metal. A lock clicked shot.
“Enforced chastity will make you a better worker.” Sexual pleasure is for women.
“If you are a good slave, I will whip you only twice daily. If you misbehave, I have much worse than the electroshock prod.”
She put a collar around his neck. Pulling him to his feet, she led him out of doors. They entered a barn. One stall had heavy chains and thick shackles.
“This is your bedroom. You will work hard tomorrow. Now you can sleep.”
He doubted he would even close his eyes.
Mistress Owner walked to the door. She paused and turned to him.
“Tomorrow you will be branded.”