Femdom TPE Lifestyle
Mike gave himself to Mistress Clarissa. He became her slave. While his signed slavery contract contradicts conventional law, both consider his commitment binding and irreversible.
Mike had longed to be a woman’s property. Her ownership fulfills him. A dream made concrete. Perhaps also a nightmare. He needed that as well.
The bond of Owner and owned is young. Ramifications of a Total Power Exchange still emerge. Living in-depth slavery is a learned process. Mistress Clarissa rebuilds Mike. The old free man steadily giving way to the 24/7 servitor.
Mistress Clarissa established rules and protocols. Fully learned, they will guide her slave. He will anticipate her needs. Discern needed tasks, act without command.
He treasures small acts like learning how to make coffee and tea exactly to her liking. Grind, temperature, milk, sugar adjusted to perfection.
Protocols include rituals. Formalities and procedures to reinforce the distance between Mistress and slave. Mike must embrace his inferior status. Mistress Clarissa believes in female superiority. Not that men are wicked. Just that women are better.
Cultivating mindfulness, he thanks his Mistress Owner for every order. Even if only bringing her a soft drink, he kneels, presents the can on a salver, says “Thank you, Mistress.”
Part of his intensive training would shock naïve people.
Mike still works at his job in marketing. On returning home, he goes to the garage. Removes his clothing. Dons his hood. (The hood is part of his soft objectification.) He crawls to Mistress Clarissa. After kissing the floor, he asks, “How may I serve you, Mistress.”
She may ignore him. Once, he remained on his knees for an hour. Normally, if she does not have an errand for him, she says “Go.” He begins preparing dinner.
He cannot eat with Mistress. Mike stands in a corner, watching for when she needs a refill or wants an additional serving.
Mistress Clarissa adds bits of food to her scraps. Mike eats from her plate on the floor.
Dishes clean, Mike crawls to his Mistress. Again, he waits.
Her most common command, “Go downstairs.”
The basement is like another realm.
Stone walls and floors. Fashioned to suggest a castle dungeon. He lights large candles.
Mike puts a heavy metal collar around his neck. It locks shut. As do the shackles chained to a stone table.
He cannot sit. He must stand, waiting for his Mistress Owner.
It is time for his daily whipping. Mistress Clarissa considers spanking too mild.
Most week nights he receives twenty stinging lashes. More if he has been slow or unsatisfactory.
Mike must sleep on the stone table. He no longer falls off.
Mistress Clarissa uses this to keep him conscious of his slavery throughout the night. His sleeping arrangements will change. She does not know when.
Once she has remade him, protocols and rituals will loosen.
Saturday, Mike makes certain the house is immaculate. Other Dommes may visit.
Mistress Clarissa keeps him in the dungeon during the weekend. He suffers but would be sad without her sadism.
She is physically affectionate. Mike wears a chastity device. She kisses and cuddles with him. Laughs softly, observing his frustrated arousal.
She rarely calls him Mike. He is “slave.” Mild depersonalization aids his adjustment to life as an owned object.
Rarely, for exceptional service, she uses his name. Warm bliss washes over him.
This is the life he chose. And will live for decades.