Glorious Bond of Owner & Owned
Once weekly, Mistress Owner and slave meet in a room. Sparsely furnished, dimly lit, silent, this room has a unique purpose.
Here Mistress Owner and slave renew their bond. Owner and property. Living Goddess and worshiper.
A ball gag is in slave’s mouth. He is to be silent. Only Mistress Owner speaks.
She reaffirms her acceptance of his service. The words are ritual. Slave has heard them more than one-hundred times. Still, his submissive soul thrills to Mistress Owner’s recitation.
You are my slave. A slave is not a person. Slave is a chattel.
Slave is a man. Men are inferior to women.
As a Slave, you exist for women’s ease and pleasure.
Slave cleans, my home, cooks my meals, does all that I desire and wish.
Imperfect slaves are disciplined.
Discipline is pain. Agony of the body and the heart.
Slave is chaste. Slave never has erections.
Good slaves worship Mistress Owners.
As my slave, you pray to me.
Slave’s reward is to kiss and lick Mistress Owner’s boots.
If Mistress Owner is pleased, she removes the gag. Slave grovels before her, worshiping her boots. The black leather is a medium. In themselves the boots are nothing. He demonstrates obsequious adoration of Mistress Owner.
If slave has displeased her – this is rare – Mistress Owner orders him to a corner. With a painful Cuban quirt, she whips his back until it is covered in blood.