Slave Man Crawl Like Worm
After a day of pleasure, Mistress Cleo was ready for a light supper and sleep.
First she needed to bed Boi, her chattel. When not serving or amusing her, he lives in a barn stall.
She loosened most of his bonds. He remained bound. She did not want tight bonds to block blood flow. His big steel chastity cage was fine as is.
She gagged Boi. He was too weak to make noise. Mistress Cleo relishes the physical limitation of men. Male bondage has long been a hobby. She would say, a joy.
Boi is an authentic submissive. He worships Mistress Cleo. The days she agreed to let him live as her property, ended his heart’s ache.
When young he felt an inexplicable need. Nonphysical hunger left him sleepless and miserable. Discovering his submissiveness, he realized life with a conventional woman was impossible.
Boi would never be a good husband or boyfriend. But an excellent slave.
Mistress Cleo loves Boi. She is not in love with him. They are not equals. She delights to have him in her life.
Mistress Cleo is cruel. Boi worships her sadism. His eagerness to suffer for her was their first bond. He wanted more than kinky thrills. She found him worthy of ownership. Boi’s days are easy. They are fulfilling.
This afternoon his Mistress Owner bound his ankles together. His arms to his sides.
“You are a worm,” she said.
She ordered him to crawl along the fence bounding the backyard. He moved by wriggling his body.
Rocks and brambles tore his skin. Unfamiliar exertion strained joints and muscles. His body grew sore. His aches steadily more intense.
Dragging his body soon drained him. Mistress Cleo’s whip urged him forward. Then even pain did not help him complete the task.
She urinated on his head. Forced it down in the stinking mud.
The let him rest.
After lunch, she returned to her filthy slave man.
Boi obeyed. Again his energy faded. Again, her whip gave him energy.
He wept. Boi never begs for mercy. Mistress Cleo is proud of her chattel.
She showed him a cattle prod. Made it buzz.
Boi fears the prod. Whimpering, he pushed against anguish.
She shocked each butt cheek. Pressed the prod into his anus. Almost mindless, instinct propelled him. Humanity dissolved. His vocal cords failed but he screamed inside his brain.
The desperate creature never knew when he finished. He collapsed.
Mistress Cleo will let him rest for a couple of days. Even the most adoring male’s body needs time to recuperate.
His reward: pegging. Mistress Cleo will wear her new fat strap-on dildo.