Mistress Evelyn grew up in Arizona. She still spends summer vacation on the old family property.
If it had value, she might have sold it. Isolated, lonely, it is a perfect place for the enjoyment of the Femdomosophic lifestyle.
She has no neighbors. The only visitors are other Dommes. They visit for a week or weekend.
Mistress Evelyn’s sole companion is her male slave. He hates Arizona. Servitude in the blistering sun is agony for a man who has always lived in gentle San Francisco.
Labor in sweltering heat gives him an excellent tan. His Mistress Owner likes his golden skin. Even more she enjoys watching him sweat and strain.
The best fun? Forcing him to run. Sitting under a large umbrella, Mistress Evelyn watches as he runs laps around the house.
She keeps time. He competes against his earlier runs. She punishes him on slow days. She can whip her slave man whenever she wishes. Projecting anger, cursing him, makes his suffering more pleasurable.
He much prefers running around the house, to being Mistress Owner’s ponyboy. No other part of his slavery is such concentrated misery.
Mistress Evelyn has a special harness. It holds her to his back.
The ponyboy slave runs. Destination nowhere. She whips the sides of his thighs and buttocks. Cutting fresh wounds over old scars.
He runs until collapse. She jumps off as he falters and falls.
The slave never cheats. Mistress Owner is never more brutal than when she doubts him.
She relaxes while he rests. Once he can stand, they return.
Mistress Evelyn’s pet mule always follows them. The beast carries his owner home. Slave walks behind her.
She sends him to bed. If he is to serve tomorrow, he must have time to recuperate.
Always elated after a ride, she does not mind preparing a sandwich.
The day they return to San Francisco, the slave cries. It is like release from Hell.
Once he thought about leaving Mistress Evelyn. Like all such men, he worships her. The greater her cruelty, the deeper his adoration.