Man’s Discipline: Punishment & Affection
Mistress Artemis’ wears her superiority with graceful dignity. She is obviously a woman of power. Her regal manner awes even the dullest male. Despite her beauty few men dare to approach her.
Jeffie was the kind of man who goes to fetish parties then hides in shadows and corners. He envied the submissive men serving their Mistresses. However much he longed to lose his freedom, Jeffie never had the will to present himself.
One evening Mistress Artemis came to him.
“You will be my slave.”
She did not ask or invite him. She claimed him. It was as if he were a package left for her to pick up.
Jeffie went home with her. Aside from one trip to his old apartment, he remains in her service.
Mistress Artemis discerned his untapped need to worship and obey. Every act of service, even wiping a kitchen counter, is homage. Every night Jeffie before bed, Jeffie kneels and prays to his Mistress Owner. She is his living Goddess; the only divinity he acknowledges.
Faithful and diligent, Jeffie is still a man. As he himself thinks, a mere man. Reverence and servility do not exempt him from discipline.
It is Mistress Artemis’ right to punish every infraction. It is not his place to wonder or ask if she whips him for his edification or her pleasure.
Once daily, she binds Jeffie to the punishment pole. For over an hour he stands waiting for Mistress Artemis to return and discipline him. He searches his memory: had he been careless? Impious? Annoying?
His Mistress Owner never gives a reason. Instead she asks questions. It is a ritual.
“Have you resented my rulership?”
“I don’t think so Mistress.”
Jeffie cannot bring himself to say no. He does not fault Mistress Artemis. But he cannot help having imperfect feelings, unwanted thoughts.
“Beg me to punish you for resentment.”
“Please Mistress, punish your unworthy slave.”
Her questions continue: Does he think she punishes him too harshly? Does he feel she should shorten the time he remains locked in chastity?
She rarely asks more than a half-dozen questions. They vary.
Mistress Artemis offers Jeffie her hand to kiss. She may be about to punish him, but he has a place in her heart. The hand kiss always thrills him.
The day of the picture she whipped her slave man’s front. Chest and belly, thighs and arms. He watched Mistress Artemis and her friend laugh at his pain.
Discipline finished, she unlocks Jeffie. He kneels.
“Thank you, Mistress, for taking time to help me serve you better.”
Mistress Artemis bends, kisses his cheek. Her slave continues his chores.
Affection and pain leave Jeffie secure that Mistress Artemis still enjoys owning him.