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WHO LAUGHS LAST ….

The work pace was slow, because Mistress was out for most of the day. And not surprisingly they started to brag, boast and joke. Because boys will be boys.
Scream before it hurts, one of them grinned, that’s my advice.
Hear hear! We are not stupid, someone else added, we are professional actors.
My “please-stop-Mistress-it-hurts-so-much” performance is worthy of an Oscar, a third one laughed.
At the end of the day, the first one said, we decide when enough is enough.
Masters of the fucking universe!
They doubled up with laughter. Suddenly they heard the sound of a car outside.
God, Mistress is back already! Clean! Clean!
Hello pets, She said with the warmest of smiles, working hard, I see? You boys deserve a break, wouldn’t you say?
The slaves looked at each other in disbelief. What the hell was going on he-
Ah … did I mention that I installed some camera’s? Look, there’s one right above you … and there … and there. State-of-the-art cameras with embedded image correction and sound recording. So, let’s check the camera footage to see what happened while I was away, shall we?

FEMDOM IS ….

Femdom is …. an awful lot of cleaning, I would say. Because I had a heartfelt relationship with detergents, dusters and scrubbing brushes for a long time. At the OWK I cleaned a bathroom floor once with a toothbrush (because serving a Mistress is not about making your life easier, is it boy). Every now and then the Mistress and Her cigarette came in to check up on me. She would drop some ash on the floor and slap me silly for being such a lousy cleaner. Hehe, a bit of humour never hurt anyone. Well, that’s not true, because She almost slapped me unconscious, but you know what I mean.
I cleaned everything: floors, windows, doors, bathrooms, bedrooms, refrigerators, bookshelves, cars, bikes and what not. Once finished, She would inspect everything meticulously. Without saying a word. Which was as nerve-racking as walking a tightrope across Niagara Falls. My heart beat the big drum and my teeth rattled like castanets. And then, finally, Her voice cut through the silence like a slashing blade: Slave! Come here! Sometimes She was satisfied and other times She was (certainly) not. And then I had to do it all over again. Still, I loved cleaning, loved the hard work and loved making myself useful, because that’s what being a slave is all about, really.