Slave Man’s Chains & Clamps
Mistress Alexis’ slave grew cocky. He stood while urinating, thinking the bathroom door hid his crime. He ate one of Mistress Owner’s cookies. He was forbidden to eat anything other than what she gave. Eating her food was a sin.
He was guilty of many peccadilloes. Breaking the vows and rules of his slavery, gave the male a thrill. If Mistress Owner caught him, punishment would be severe. He knew this. Defiance was as stupid as immoral.
A chief tenet of Mistress Alexis’ philosophy of female supremacy was that males cannot be trusted. That is why a flower pot in the bathroom hid a camera. Wanting to pace herself, she counted her cookies. Alert to her slave’s misdeeds, she watched to discover the fullness of his misbehavior.
She concealed her fury. As it mounted, she thought of getting rid of the male. The need to punish male misbehavior made her suspend judgment. After making the slave suffer, she would reconsider discarding him.
One morning Mistress Alexis told the male to go to the basement. He knelt on the floor for two hours before she followed.
She ordered him to crawl to a corner. Chains and cuffed locked him in place. Clamps pinched his nipples and underarms.
Mistress Alexis pulled up a chair. Looking straight in the male’s eyes, she said:
“I always count my cookies.”
This shook the slave. He had deluded himself.
“You do not sit to urinate.”
How did she know that?
“Your disobedience and disrespect must be punished. I want vengeance. While I decide the means of your discipline, you will kneel here alone. Pray that I return, lest you starve to death.”
Mistress Alexis left.
She returned the next day. The slave knelt in his own filth. She hosed him down and left. As she did on the second and third days.
The slave barely slept. Terror kept him awake. His imagination invented grim, deadly tortures.
He repented. Partly from fear. He also realized the depth of his folly. Mistress Alexis was just. He betrayed her. Stupid masculine vanity was his undoing.
Slightly delirious, he saw her as a Goddess. He prayed to the figment. Through a microphone, his Mistress Owner heard him babble. She let him torment himself.
On the fourth day, she went to the basement twice. On the second trip, she brought a baby bottle. She held it while the slave sucked the contents. The taste was disgusting. But it was food. Hunger forced him to consume it.
The male lived in the basement for a month. Mistress Alexis never whipped him.
He begged her to stomp and kick him. Guilt and delirium made him crave punishment.
The month broke him. He functions as a slave. All that is left is the desire to obey. Chores complete, he sits unmoving waiting to be assigned a task.
He is incapable of defying Mistress Alexis. She is his living Goddess.
Originally posted 2016-12-25 06:01:27.