Nightly Puppyboy Lifestyle
Domme Emily sought a servant. A worthy, good man who needed to subordinate himself to a Mistress’ needs and wishes. One who would repay the gift of womanly authority with dedicated service and worship.
Many men think courtship consists of emailing women photographs of their penises. Vanilla or dominant, male pests and wannabes slow the search for a man worth knowing.
Domme Emily found two men. She could not imagine owning more than one servant. Such an arrangement seemed too cluttered and complicated. Each man would require attention. Even unintentional unfairness would foster resentment.
Which should she choose?
Such choices are often difficult. Especially so in this instance. The two men were identical twins. They looked and spoke alike. Each had impeccable manners. A pair of adoringly attentive men. Equals.
A problem for the brothers as well. Both felt the hunger to serve Domme Emily. Yet neither wanted to see his beloved brother hurt.
There was no way of eluding it. She chose both.
She randomizes their roles. Luck, not she, governs parts of their service.
Sunday nights each man draws a straw. The long straw wins the man position as the week’s primary puppy. Some months one brother is especially fortunate. Over each year, everything balances.
Both brothers sleep at the foot of Domme Emily’s bed. (This ended years of insomnia.)
Weekday mornings they rise before she wakes. One grinds coffee and prepares water. Later their Mistress makes fresh coffee with the press of a button.
Each has a full-time job. Both are fairly successful. But limit their careers. For them, their greatest success is as servants.
On returning home, the men enter by a rear door. Both undress. Their Mistress requires they remain nude at home. Both put on hoods. Domme Emily pretends she cannot tell them apart. A polite fib to help each feel equally valuable.
The servant who drew the short straw begins supper.
The winner crawls to Mistress, kneels at her feet with head bowed. He is no longer a human. He is her puppy dog.
She always smiles, reaches down to caress his back. She may play fetch or another game. If she is reading, he curls up beside her feet.
During supper, the working servant acts as waiter. The puppy kneels at her side. She tosses him bits from her plate.
The meal ends. Both men eat and drink from bowls on the kitchen floor. Dishes washed, the other man drops to the floor. Now he is a puppy.
Evenings have no fixed pattern.
Domme Emily may lead them to the home dungeon.
Both men are masochists. She cuffs the lucky slave to a St. Andrews cross. Then whips him. Lashes are not punitive. Pain pushes him into subspace. When she releases him, he remains lost in dreamy submissiveness.
The home dungeon has a cell and a cage.
Punishment – rare – requires the man to spend nights in the small cage. Once she grew so angry, she locked them in together. The most miserable evening of their lives as her servants.
When girlfriends visit, the puppies cannot sleep in her bedroom. She locks them in the cell for the night. Both are chaste. She rewards them with supervised erections.
As puppies and men, the brothers worship their Mistress. Servitude is a daily joy.
Domme Emily is content. She never thinks of replacing them.