Mistress Owner’s Slave Men Never Forget
When Mistress Zora takes a male to her basement, she says he is going to Hell. Demons can never exceed the cruelties she enacts in gloomy spaces under her house.
She is not a subtle Mistress Owner. Her treatment of men is not nuanced. Her slaves fear her. Their obedience is instantaneous, service flawless. Avoiding punishment is their desperate hope. Even so, there is no escaping Mistress Zora’s whims.
One afternoon Mistress Zora heated a poker. The new male trembled. A gag blocked pleas for mercy. She was tired of begging men. Their visible anguish satisfied her.
Mistress Zora does not brand her slaves. The scars are not to mark them as chattels. Their permanent ugliness serves to remind them. They are the property of a cruel woman. No matter how perfect their behavior, suffering will never cease.
She removes the hot poker from the fire. The glowing red tip brings tears. She presses it to his skin, at the side of a nipple.
Unbound he would collapse. His violent writing would break bones.
Mistress Zora steps back. She grins.
She leaves. Thirty minutes she returns. Then she reheats the poker, burns the other side of the nipple.
This continues for hours, until each nipple is surrounded by four evenly placed scars.
The man lives in the basement for a week. His Mistress Owner makes sure he has food and water.
At first, he cannot eat. Without painkillers, his suffering continues for days.
When he sees himself in the mirror, looks down at his body, eight scars will bring him back to this day. Fear of Mistress Zora is as permanent as the scars.