Days of Tedious Drudgery
Mistress Blanche smiled. Morning discipline is more invigorating than a cup of coffee. Slave, his buttocks stinging, was alert as well.
She looked down at her kneeling male. The scrub brush gag made her laugh. She spoke:
“Boy, I have been too easy on you. You think of yourself as a pet. You need to remember you are a slave. You don’t even have a name.”
She never gave men names. They were interchangeable parts of the great machine of female supremacy. Women are persons; men are not. Women command; men obey.
“Today you will begin scrubbing the floors. As you move your head back and forth, up and down, remember: you are an appliance. You exist for use, to make my life easier.”
The man trembled. The scrub brush gag makes work slow. He would be cleaning floors for a week. And his neck would ache.
This used to be a punishment. Mistress Owner decided to make it part of the slave’s routine. Boring drudgery forces men to accept their inferiority.
“Boy, bend over.”
Mistress Blanche inserted the pink bulb into the slave’s anus. Anal insertables filled the slave with shame. Embarrassment is an excellent remedy for male egotism.
“Get to work.” She gave the slave an extra swat of the cane. Before the day ended, the male’s tears would mix with the soapy water.