Nash has served Florence for two years. He began as a service slave. Once a week, he came to her home. He cleaned the house and tended to the grounds. Then he prepared a week of suppers. These were frozen. Each morning Florence removed one from the freezer. That even it was quickly reheated.
Nash’s sole reward was obeying a forceful, authoritarian woman.
At first their interaction was formal, impersonal. After two months, this lightened, relaxed. Florence, pleased by Nash’s faithful, consistent service, invited him to stay for a weekend.
He prepared Florence’s meals and was invited to sit and eat with her. In the evenings he sat at her feet while they watched whatever was most fun to stream that night.
She kept the division of their roles firm. She was also kind to Nash. Each made the other laugh. Florence had found humor a rare quality among submissive men. Stress, misplaced seriousness left them unable to relax in a dominant woman’s presence.
Nash spent his weekends with her. Making a woman laugh can be a pathway to her heart. This is true of dominant women. Men build up monstrous images of cruelty. They forget Dommes are women.
Florence believed in female superiority. She thought it cultural. History, not biology, made women abler to discern truth. Sympathy and empathy enabled right judgment.
Even the best man could benefit from a woman’s governance.
Increasingly Nash decisions were guided by Florence. How he handled his money. His conduct at work. She improved his diet and designed an exercise program that he followed.
Nash was happier, more successful. His doctor was delighted that he had finally adopted healthier habits.
When Florence began using him as a sex slave, Nash felt he could never be happier.
Florence had long wanted a permanent live-in slave.
The moment she broached the possibility, Nash wanted to move bring his possession. To move in.
Florence admonished him. He must not overreact. Were Nash to become her full-time, their relationship would change.
She was offering him a M/s TPE lifestyle. She would not love him less. But she would be stricter.
24/7 Femdom would be more structured. Discipline far more frequent. He need to decide whether he could cope with tight control and regular punishment.
Nash tingled. He was thrilled. He loved Florence. He was happier. A buried part of him wanted her to be more authoritarian. He wanted her to hurt him.
He told her this. She smiled. Then she warned him. If TPE failed, they could not return to the old way. They would go their separate ways. That almost made Nash change his mind.
He assented to all of Florence’s terms.
The next morning Florence gave Nash his first maintenance spanking. His days would always begin with discipline. She believed this would help him fall into the slave mindset quickly.
Florence had been a CPA. She maintained a spreadsheet detailing Nash’s every failing and act of exceptional service. It was enormous. A complex formula kept an ongoing summary of the slave’s behavior.
She started a fresh spreadsheet every Sunday.
Sunday mornings, she examined Nash’s defects and merits.
The formula determined Nash’s Sunday punishments. Florence was honest. The formula was not fair. Sunday was for mild S&M in the form of penance.
After supper, Florence ordered Nash to a corner. She spanked him with a cane. Then she left him standing. Sometimes he stood in the corner so long his legs grew week. When Florence returned, she whipped him.
The number of swats, lashes, and the minutes of corner time. Were calculated by the spreadsheet.
Florence could have whipped Nash however she wanted. Using a spreadsheet amused her. She liked puzzles and games.
Nash thrilled to his approach. It made his punishment seem impersonal. Discipline seemed truly to be justice.
Florence hurt him every day. A man who needed this, Nash was forever grateful.