He Groveled in Thanks for Punishment
Did she even remember the name written on his birth certificate? Sometimes he wondered. For years, the slave man’s BBW Mistress had addressed him as “nothing.” Since she was a woman, his inherent superior, nothing accepted this as just.
Nothing knew that his only value was in serving his Mistress’ needs and whims. She fed him only boiled tofu. He drank only her urine. He slept on a dirty rag, chained in a corner of the basement.
For these things, he was sincerely grateful. Nothing was without ego. No more submissive slave man has ever lived.
His Mistress used nothing heavily. He had a nasty part-time job that paid good money. Otherwise he cleaned, cooked, ran errands.
Mistress believed that all slave men need maintenance punishment. Once every day he was beaten.
Punishment sessions were a consistent ritual.
Nothing kneeled before his Mistress. Praying to her as a divinity, he begged for punishment. He told her that he was merely a man, a weakling. Only through just punishment could he be a proper slave.
She beat nothing mercilessly.
Lastly, he groveled on the floor praising and thanking her for his punishment.
Mistress also hurt nothing for the sheer fun of it. Even if he was already in pain the maintenance sessions were never skipped.