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THE CARPET BEATER

She wanted Her husband (aka Her slave) to turn the dilapidated barn into a luxurious guest house. To be honest, it would have been easier to turn a shopping cart into a Rolls Royce, but, as always, he had no saying in this. She was in charge and had him by the balls. Figuratively and, quite often, literally. So he did what he’d always done: he obeyed and worked his ass off. The barn was smelly, dirty, dusty and filled with spider webs and by the end of each day he’d gathered more dust than a broom in its heyday. But She, always the practical one, had just the solution for that: an old fashioned carpet beater! Handwoven and made from strong rattan reed. Yes, it’s scary sometimes with the things these Women come up with. Anyways, at the end of a hard days work, She would beat the crap out of him with that thing. Not because She wanted to punish him, but because She wanted to dust him thoroughly, meticulously, exhaustively, rigorously, methodically, painstakingly. After that She would hose him down in the backyard with the garden hose. Because he was not going to contaminate the shower with all sorts of creepy bacteria. No, sir! Not on Her watch!
Man, isn’t She one in a million?

TUNNEL VISION

How long did it take for you to dig the tunnel? the Female Police Detective asked.
Seven years, eight months, three weeks, four days and nineteen hours, Ma’am.
Right, right. And how long is the tunnel?
Almost six kilometers.
She paused for a moment, tapping Her fingers on the desk.
Why a tunnel?
Why?? Because my Wife is extremely dominant, demanding and ruthless. My marriage is a prison, that’s why. I had to escape.
But … you were not locked up in a dungeon, not chained to a wall, not wearing legs irons, right?
Of course not, he giggled.
You used the car to go to work and you were even allowed to hang out with your friends.
That is correct, once a month.
Once a month, there you go. So … you could have left whenever you wanted to … Taken the car and driven off into the sunset. Why a tunnel?
He looked bewildered, his mouth opening and closing, with nothing coming out. His tiny little brain tumbled ’round and ’round in his skull like laundry in a washer.
Yes, well … if you put it like that, he finally whispered.
Now you have to appear in court and will be sent to prison.
Dear God, he panicked, I hope not!
Your Wife is the judge, right?
She is, yes.
Yeah, you will be sent to prison. Time for a tunnel, I would say.

ANONYMOUS SLAVES

Hello, my name is Bob, I’m a slave to my Wife.
Hello, Bob, Carl said, welcome to the “Bruised & Battered” meeting of Anonymous Slaves. We gather weekly to listen, share, support and help. Does your Wife know you’re here?
No, She thinks I’m in the pub, getting blind drunk.
Nice one, dude, one of the group members said.
Does She humiliate you?
She does. On my knees all day, licking Her feet, smelling Her socks, having panty’s stuffed into my mouth, forced pee dri-
Oh, sweet Jesus, Sissy-She screamed in horror, no more, no more!
Sissy, sweetheart, Carl calmly said, I know it’s horrible, but let’s listen to Bob, shall we?
Of course, of course! Poor thing!
What about punishments, Bob?
Whips, canes, slaps, kicks, electr-
The BITCH, someone shouted. Please don’t tell me She controls your money as well …
She does, Bob sighed.
I’m sick and tired of these Women, a big bearded man growled. We should go over there and confront Her! That’s what we should do!
Hear, hear! We are men and we stand our ground.
We stand together.
We stand together on the ground!
Exactly! We are here to help! Let’s do it!
My brothers …. Bob reluctantly said, tried that once …
What happened?
She enslaved them both.
The room suddenly went deadly quiet and nothing moved for several minutes. There was an undeniable sense of fear in the room.
Well, good luck and all the best, man, Carl finally whispered, keep us posted, OK?

I DO

Karin, do you take this piece of shi- I apologise: do You take this man to be Your lawfully wedded slave, to love, guide, punish and humiliate him as long as You shall live. If so say I do.
I do.
john, do you take this lovely Lady to be your lawfully wedded Mistress, to love, to obey, comfort and honour Her, surrendering yourself to Her alone as long as you shall live. If so say I do, you lucky swine.
I do.
Now Karin! Grab john’s ear and repeat after me.
I Karin take thee, john, to be My loyal servant, My devoted slave and My brainless punchbag, from this day forward, to use and abuse, to whip and to cane, to kick and to slap, till death do us part. I pledge to you My guidance, My cruelty, My short-temperedness and My unstoppable need for Power.
Now john, look up to your Lady Owner and repeat after me.
I john are taken by thee, Karin, to be my Mistress, my Lady Owner and Goddess, to obey and to worship from this day forward, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. I pledge to You my obedience, my loyalty, my patience, all my earthy goods, including the Märklin train-set.
Karin, place and lock the collar around john’s neck and throw away the key.
By the authority given to me by Her Majesty, I now pronounce you man and Wife. You may now whip the groom.

THE SHED BEHIND THE HOUSE

Turns out I’m a lesbian after all, so My Girlfriend Angela will be moving in soon. Now, I’m sorry to say this, Harold, but we don’t want a penis in the house. So, if you want to live with us and be our servant, then your dick has to come off. Or, if you’re really really attached to that awful thing, then you have to leave. Move out with- or stay without, that’s it really. Now Harold, you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, we both know that. Apart from that, you’re a slave, not a decision maker. So I gave it some thought and I’ve decided for you: you have to go!
That said: you’re My husband and I’m not going to make you homeless. Because I hate cruelty towards animals, you know that. Besides, we need your salary and who else is going to clean the house, cook dinner and do the shopping, right? So, I will give you some money to turn the shed behind the house into a tiny house. Your house. Nothing fancy: basic, brutal and Spartan will be your building blocks. And leave some space for the bikes, will you Harold?
Now, don’t look so miserable. You’re My slave and I can do with you as I please. I decide, you abide. Enough talk for now! Time for you to make a list and visit the hardware shop. Chop-chop!

GARBAGE MAN

COME HERE!!!!
Seriously, She could castrate a man with Her voice. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could.
Yes, sugar, he said with a honey-sweet voice.
Don’t sugar Me, Harold! Did you take the garbage out?
Now, that was a bit unfair, wasn’t it? She’d ordered him to clean the bathroom first and he was still busy doing that! But he was definitely not, repeat not, going to argue with Her, because he was too attached to his testicles.
No, I’m so sorry, I will d-
She hushed him with a finger and took him outside. She ordered him to lay down on top of the garbage that was already there and tied his hands behind his back and his ankles to his wrists. He was, one might say, a bundle of joy and happiness.
Night, night, tied, tight, She said, and left him there to rot.
It was still hot outside and the stench of the garbage was almost unbearable. Swarms of flies circled around him. Dreadful business. An old Lady walked by with a dog. She said She felt sorry for him, but that didn’t stop Her dog from taking a piss at him.
His Wife untied him at sunrise, took him to the garden and hosed him down with cold water. God, it couldn’t get worse than this, could it?
I told you yesterday to clean the bathroom, Harold, why isn’t it finished yet?