Humble Adoration Wins Mistress’ Favors
Mistress Diodati’s young slave man is terrified. She threw him in the car trunk. Drove a short distance. Led him into a strange empty, dilapidated house.
Her long black whip gives no clue. She could whip him at home as she did most evenings.
Her treatment of him has been different lately. He fears she may sell him. Or castrate him. He is merely a male and dare not ask. Recently Mistress Diodati forbade him to talk at all. Does he shiver from the cool air streaming through the open windows or from fear?
She whips him. The familiar sting is relaxing. Aching skin is better that paranoia. After only a few light lashes, she lowers the whip. He senses she reached a decision.
The slave drops to his knees. He cannot bend to kiss the tip of a boot. He looks up at Mistress. She seems to be staring out the windows.
He tenses. Then forces himself to fall on his side. Shoving himself forward, the slave kisses the edge of a boot.
He could not see Mistress Diodati’s smile.
Despite struggle and discomfort the slave feels good. Groveling, worshiping Mistress via the medium of her boots fills him with warm happiness.
No matter how he twists and pushes, the slave cannot reach the upper half of her boots. Despite the burning pain, he keeps trying. She gently shoves him away with the other boot.
Mistress Diodati reaches down and strokes him. Unprecedented. His joy is so sharp he almost weeps.
“Slave, this is my new home. The interior needs tidying, refurbishing and repairs. Much of this is your job. You will sleep here. A system of chains and rods will allow you to move throughout the building. Twice daily I will check on your progress and bring you food. And – if necessary – discipline.”
Her words overwhelmed the slave. How could he fix a whole house by himself? He did not want to sleep away from Mistress Owner.
“Silly boy, you won’t be the only slave working here. Others will come to do special jobs. But you will do most of the work. Spend your waking hours preparing my new home. You should feel honored.”
Slave pressed his head against the floor. He still felt she was ordering the impossible. But men do not argue with women.
He did not know that in the new home his status will change.
Like any woman of Femdomly, Mistress Diodati has unlimited power over men. Men obey. Often their main motivation is fear of pain. They harbor secret resentments. They feign worship to win favor and treats.
In this slave Mistress Diodati discerned pure adoration. It is as if his heart beats in sync her mood. Such deep unmixed adulation is rare in men.
She denied him speech as a step to his new life. After the new home is ready, he becomes her pet. She has plenty of workers.
He will live at her feet. His only task to reverence and love her.
This is the rarest honor, the greatest blessing a man in Femdomly can ever achieve.