Mistress Owner’s Basement Dungeon
You say that you want to serve a cruel woman who will use you. You crave spoken humiliation. You want to be whipped to tears. Night and day, you fantasize the life of a slave man. When you look at a woman, you search for a sadistic gleam in her eyes. You invest strange women with feelings that they have never had.
Most likely, you will never even try to make these dreams real. Is it that you are timid? Yes.
Carl for a very long time was afraid even to try to find a sadistic Mistress to serve. His masochistic and servile desires began to interfere with his work. Desperation drove him to post a personal ad online.
His search was fitful. He would constantly rewrite his profile. He would delete it one night only to restore it the following morning. Only a few blocks away from his home a local Domme saw his first ad. She followed his emendations and amendments with sardonic amusement.
Cynthia never planned to respond to this nearby desperate man. She had been long without a slave man. Badly she wanted someone to whip. And hurt and bully and degrade in various ways.
Carl was nervous, clumsy and inhibited when he met her. Cynthia, always plainspoken and direct, cut through the clutter of Carl’s nervousness. She easily tamed him. Carl was naturally submissive. She hurt him. Even as he whimpered, he thanked her.
Cynthia decided that Carl’s submission and masochism were genuine. She would give him an extended trial.
Carl now lives in Cynthia’s basement. Every weekday he goes to work. On returning home, he strips naked and drops to his knees. He crawls until he finds Cynthia. Aside from handing him a slip of paper, she ignores Carl.
The paper contains a list of chores and the menu that he is to prepare for his Mistress. Carl serves his Mistress supper and cleans the dishes. Again, he crawls to her. She may ignore him for minutes or even an hour. Usually she then makes the gesture that dismisses him.
When at home and not serving Cynthia, Carl stays in the basement. Unless she is ill, Cynthia comes down for her entertainment.
No day passes without Cynthia spanking Carl with her cane. This is not maintenance discipline. She spanks him for pleasure. She uses something like a humbler to lock his testicles in place. If he cannot remain completely still when being beaten the tugs on his scrotal sac cause additional pain.
She may also play with clothespins, hot wax; the basement home dungeon is well stocked with items for tormenting a man.
When she is finished with him Cynthia locks Carl in a cage. However cruel she is, Cynthia is also risk aware. Carl’s cage door is secure with a special tie. She writes a code number, date and time. Carl can open the cage. Doing to irreversibly defaces the tie.
(Carl wishes she would use a padlock. Typical masochist. She is not going to take a chance of a fire breaking while Carl is in the cage.)
On the weekends, Carl is a whipping post, pincushion, and whatever his Mistress’ creative sadism wants to make of him.
This is not really a romance. Cynthia does not love Carl. He is a creature that meets her requirements. Her feelings for him are akin to an owner’s for a well-behaved pet.
Carl does love his Mistress. She accepts this as worship. The relationships works.