Man Pledged Worship & Servitude
Rik begged Marissa to accept him as her slave. Her chattel.
They had been dating for a few months. After dinner, they returned to Marissa’s apartment. She tied him to a St. Andrews cross and played cruel games with his nerve ends. Sadistic woman and masochistic man were perfect sadomasochistic complements.
Rik often whimpered. His masochism would later transmute pain into pleasure. Marissa enjoyed playing with such an enthusiastic bottom.
Rik fell in love with her. Marissa did not know whether she could ever love a man. She was too conscious of her superiority. She liked men. She felt strong affection for Rik.
Having a permanent lifestyle slave or two could be enjoyable. He would do the cooking and cleaning. She would have more leisure.
Her conception of Mistress and slave relationships were precise. She would demand a slave to follow strict protocol. She would be a rigorous Mistress.
She expected, homage and worship. A good man’s adoration would cheer and refresh in times of stress.
Her slave must put aside his wishes. Accept her authority in all things. Few can give deep, unconditional worship and obedience.
Marissa could not fault Rik if he could not match her ideal. But she would accept no less.
She decided to test Rik. He would move in. For one month, he would devote himself to her service.
He could not ask to play. He must await her desire. For thirty days he she would require he be superhumanly docile, self-abnegating and unquestioningly obedient.
Rik rose an hour before Marissa. He tidied the house. Put her work clothes out. He prepared her breakfast and served her in bed. He would not eat until she left.
He was not allowed to speak unless invited. There was a morning ritual. Just after Marissa rose from bed, Rik knelt, lowered his face to the floor. He begged to serve her again this day. Marissa never responded. Seeming indifference was something he must accept.
When they were in the same room Rik dropped to his knees. He could stand only when performing a service.
In her presence, he crawled. He left the room by crawling backward.
At night, he thanked her for allowing him to serve.
Marissa spanked Rik every morning and night. This was not play. Her demeanor was serious. Experience had taught her how to make him ache.
Rik slept in a linen closet.
For him, the biggest surprise was the male chastity device. Since boyhood Rik had at least one orgasm daily. Now he had none.
Being Marissa’s slave was an enormous strain. He was not sure he would last the month.
Stress was transitory. Often, he felt inner peace. A happiness like nothing he had hitherto experienced.
Marissa’s small compliments thrilled him.
The trial was extended to three months.
Rik remains her servitor. Formal protocol continues. But it is looser and lighter. Extreme regimentation was a test.
Marissa has a girlfriend now. Rik was jealous. He hid his sadness. Alone at night he wept. Marissa could see his dismay. She feared she might have to uncollar him.
Rik overcame his selfish dismay. He happily serves both women.
He has grown into total slavery. Other Dommes are jealous of Marissa for owning such an excellent servitor.