Manservants

A surprising number of men marry women who turn out to be like their mothers. This one didn’t.
Oh well, at least there’s less of all that making sure you turn up neither too early nor one second late, while also not hanging around the area where the dungeon is, so as not to annoy her neighbours. If you know what I mean. He’s just up at 6am and into role straight away, every day.
She can forgive anything except bad coffee. Or messy laundry-folding. And a few other things, now I think of it.
It’s not entirely pointless, as, after he’s gone and is sitting gingerly in a nearby bar feeling the glow, Herrin Anneliese has a 4 pm session, in which she plans to make her slave carry it all back, so that needs setting up.
The limit may be hard but steel is harder. And these ladies are harder still.
And of course his hands would be neatly cuffed behind him, to keep them out of the way.

4 thoughts on “Manservants”

  1. Oh my goodness!
    You men are so aroused by being abused by women. I’m amazed. Some men even pay us women money to torture you.
    It is indeed a woman’s world.
    Thank you,
    Rosita

  2. Make Yourself Useful

    Up at 0600? Not a problem. Handy with an iron? Of course. Quick response to direct orders? Absolutely. At the double, Ma’am!

    Funny to think that my time at Sandhurst (Alamein Company, SMC 893) as an officer cadet was ideal training for future submission.

    Serve to Lead! Well, just serve actually.

    PP

    1. I expect you had to hold yourself rigidly at attention when required, PP? I’m sure you were in the company of many fine upstanding lads, anyway.

      Best wishes

      S

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