Slave Men Need Maintenance Discipline
Unterwuerfling
Meghan watches her naked boyfriend crawl to her. He holds a cane between his teeth. He stops, kneels, bows his head.
Meghan smiles. George keeps her protocol. He respects and honors the rituals she established. Regular discipline and routines keep their female-led relationship strong.
After bringing his Mistress a cup of coffee George went to his bedroom. He stripped, selected a disciplinary device, dropped to his hands and knees. Mistress Meghan mandated weeknight spankings at the beginning of their relationship.
Meghan takes the cane.
“Get on the coffee table. Assume the discipline position.”
George positions himself on the table. Puts his hands on the floor. His body is at an angle. Head low, butt raised high. A perfect target for Mistress Meghan’s cane.
“Good boy. Confess your sins to your Mistress.”
“I got angry about being locked in chastity this morning. I thought about using a wire cutter.”
“I know chastity is hard for you. That is the value or orgasm denial. You willingly suffer on my orders. That was a stupid idea. You might have injured your penis and found yourself in permanent chastity.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry for being so stupid.”
“That is why I make the decisions. Your next release date is so far in the future that I’m only going to add one week instead of a month. You need to accept orgasm denial. Otherwise, you’ll only experience ruined orgasms.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m so sorry.”
“What else have you done, boy?”
“I drank beer at lunch. So much that my work suffered. But nobody at the office caught on.”
“I withdraw your permission to have an occasional beer. I forbid all alcohol. You will write me a paper about alcoholism.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”
“Do you have anything good to report, boy?”
“Could we please go to my bedroom?”
“Crawl. I’ll follow.”
George crawled to his room, Meghan followed. She tapped his scrotal sac with the tip of her boot making him jump.
“Please open the closet door, Ma’am.”
George had finally cleaned out old unwanted clothes. Nothing hung from the rack. All his clothes were in the other closet.
The closet walls were covered with photographs of Meghan. On the floor was a few candles and an incense burner.
“You’ve made a shrine to me?”
“Yes, Ma’am. You are asleep when I go to work. I kneel here and pray to you. You are the only divinity in my universe. A Goddess that I worship and adore.”
“I’m so glad that I found you George. Many men think they want to submit to a woman’s authority. Few are really capable of the commitment a man makes when entering into a lifetime of servitude.”
She reached down, ran her fingers through his hair. Kissed his lips. She loved George.
“Return to the living room. Get back in position.”
Mistress Meghan almost shivered with happiness. George was truly the most worshipful, faithful man that ever served her.
Even so, he still needed his weekday spanking.
