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THE ONE

I’ve always wanted to submit myself to the will of one or more Women. It felt as natural as breathing and all I ever wanted to be was a 24/7 slave. My thoughts, dreams and fantasies excited me and I masturbated multiple times per day thinking about it. But at the same time, I never felt the desire to be romantically or sexually involved with a Mistress. I was more into candle-wax than candlelight, you could say. But finding a lifestyle Mistress was not easy, to put it mildly, so I started visiting professional Mistresses. Met some lovely Ladies, learned an awful lot and had some great sessions! But, you know, they whipped me as long as I paid them to whip me, which was a far cry from the lifestyle I was longing for.
And then I met Mistress Angela at a Fetish Party in Amsterdam. She was unlike any Woman I’d ever met before. So elegant, so charismatic, so confident, so strong and so powerful! She said what She meant and meant what She said. Furthermore, She was lesbian. She didn’t hate men or anything, but they were simply irrelevant to Her. Useful as slaves, nothing more. Which was, as you can imagine, music to my ears. A lesbian Mistress, why didn’t I think of that! She took me under Her wing, also known as: She crushed me under Her boot. Everything about Her was pure (and still is) and Her contempt for me was very real (and still is). It has been magical ever since.
‘I don’t understand you,’ one of my friends said, ‘it will never be more than this.’
To which I shrugged my soldiers and said: ‘It can never be better than this.’
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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!