I have always been a submissive man. Nothing excites me more than being able to serve. I see my role in society as a free tool for women's pleasure: freeing their time, making their life easier, performing mundane tasks for them, taking long hours of dull work for them and doing their boring chores.
This is my fix.
Slaving for beautiful, demanding women who have an assertive, superior attitude towards men like me is how I see happiness. Of course, the term "nothing in return" is widely misunderstood. You do get something in return for slaving under the thumb of a beautiful princess. You get a chance to be in her presence. You get a chance to enjoy her attention. And you get a chance to put a smile on her face.
This is my reward.
Unfortunately, my ex girlfriend left me when I finally summoned the courage to share my submissive fantasies with her. She thought it was weird. She said it was gross. She called me a pervert. She wanted a real man by her side, not a submissive wimp. What she needed was a dominant partner who could take the lead. This is not the man who I was. I even stopped dating after she left me...
I thought there was no point.
I thought I was alone. I thought I was the only man in the world who had this strong desire to selflessly submit to the superior gender. I decided there were no real women who would be interested in such an exchange. Power-play was for the fantasies and for the BDSM scene. It had no place in real life. Servitude for the sake of it was not something women desired. That's how I thought until one day I stumbled upon this website.
Their slogan immediately grabbed my attention: "Free help for the ladies". That's what it said. I registered my own profile. I went through the webcam verification process and I paid my monthly fee, which gave me access to other members of the site. To my astonishment, there were thousands and thousands of beautiful ladies seeking free help from men in my position. There were rules to be followed, as well:
Men could not contact the ladies directly. Ladies had access to any man on the website, but they were not very much into chatting with subs online. They had work for us slaves and they needed it done ASAP. In order to complete a task, a sub had to apply for a lady's auction and whoever paid the highest bid won the chance to serve. The lady would then contact him for details.
There was a rating system. If the task was fulfilled to the lady's satisfaction, she could give the sub some bonus points. Bonus points expired each month, so men had to constantly apply for new tasks, in order to be part of system. Everything was free for the ladies, of course. The only persons who paid real money to support the website were us, slaves. And there were so many more male members than female members. All that a female had to do, in order to join, was to fill up her profile, upload some pictures and pass the verification on cam.
I was eager to mix with this strange online society, so I bought ten credits which enabled me to apply for ten different auctions. The rest of the points had to be earned by selfless sacrifice and servitude under the thumb of demanding women. You could buy points only once, in the beginning.
"The SOS Club". This is how the society was called. "Service Oriented Submission" is what the abbreviation meant - very nice and suitable for the credit card reports.
After I bought my initial points, I went to the large list of tasks that had to be done. It was called "Free Help Wanted" and the ladies posted their demands there. I typed my city in the search field of the section and I saw that there were more than 300 female members and more than 800 male members from my city.
I started reading the list of current auctions from my area:
"I need my car washed, inside and out, then filled with gas, and I want it parked in front of my house by Monday morning!" Princess Juliana. $10.
"I need my homework done ASAP! Homework slaves apply now!" Princess Gary. $8.
"I need my flat cleaned! Any bitches free for the weekend?" Princess Sophia. $15.
"I need my logo done in a very short notice. Only serious submissives apply. Princess Christina. $13.
The list of tasks went on and on. Some of the auctions were inactive, signed "Completed". There was no credit for the slave who that had sacrificed his money, his efforts and his time to fulfill the task - only the name of the Princess, the price paid by the highest bidder and the bonus points earned by the anonymous slave.
Male profiles had a rating. Apart from giving bonus points, the ladies could also write recommendations. Men were allowed to communicate among each other in the Slave Forum. Only ladies had administrative rights in this forum and men had no access to the "Females only" forum.
I checked my clock. It was three p.m. on a Friday afternoon. I still had time to apply for some of the current auctions. There was a sign that all auctions ended at 6 p.m. when the ladies usually got out and had fun while the subs were supposed to start working on their tasks. Servitude and exploitation for us, free time and joy for them. Servitude and exploitation was the only form of SEX one could get in this site. This was my kind a place.
I logged on to the first running auction:
"I need my car washed, inside and out, then filled up with gas and I want it parked in front of my place by Monday morning!" Princess Juliana. $10.
Somebody had just bid $31.
I bid $32.
Another bidder went for $40.
I bid $60.
There was a short silence...
The ladies could stop their auctions at any time, even before the timer was out.
Princess Juliana typed in Her status:
"Auction terminated. I don't have all day. Slave Bob (moi) has won the chance to serve! Congratulations, boy! Check your inbox for details. Do it fast!
I immediately went to the message section of the website, in order to read the full description of the task that I had just won. Princess was short and precise:
"Report to (given address) by five o'clock. Be on time. I don't like to be kept waiting! Princess has a birthday to attend. You will drive me to the party, you will wait outside in the car, and you will drive me back after the party and then you will have the whole weekend to take care of my car. I won't need it until Monday morning. Can you drive, slave?"
As an auction winner, I had the right to exchange a limited amount of messages with the Princess. I wrote in reply:
"What if I couldn't?"
She immediately replied:
"Then you would have two hours to learn, smartass! Don't forget protocol!"
"Yes, of course, I'm very sorry, Milady! I'll be there on time. Is there anything else I can do for you in the meantime?"
"No, you are dismissed for now."
"Thank You very much, Milady!"
I opened the link called "Protocol". There were ten rules in the Protocol, describing the mandatory behavior of slaves during their personal contacts with Princesses who had given them the right to serve. Servitude was a privilege in this world. It was not to be taken for granted. The Ten Commandments of the Submissive Gentleman were the following:
1/ Do not speak, unless spoken to! You are allowed to speak only if the lady has asked you a direct question. Silence is a must! Remember that you are not here to talk, you are here to serve. The best slave is the one who tries to work in silence, who maintains his "invisible mode" during most of the time.
2/ Answer directly to any questions asked! Be short, humble and polite in your replies. A lady's time is precious and it shouldn't be wasted in empty talk. Your time, on the other hand, it is worth nothing. You even have to pay for the chance to serve. That's why you are here. That's how low your position in this society is. So, better be truthful, short and polite when you answer a lady's question!
3/ Tell only the truth! Words coming from a slave's mouth must be backed up by actions and hard evidence. Words coming from a Princess' mouth are always considered the true, no matter if she makes things up or no. So, the truth is what the Princess says it's true. You, on the other hand, you have to back up your words, when given the opportunity to speak. Tell the truth, only the truth and nothing, but the truth, slave! Or suffer the consequences for a lie!
4/ Eyes down! Focus on the Princess' shoes and listen very carefully to everything She has to say! You may look up only when She allows you to! No eye contact! Never!
5/ Every command must be obeyed quickly and without hesitation!
6/ If you fail to comply, or run out of time, or do a lousy job, you will be punished. See "Punishments" for further information.
7/ Nobody listens to a slave's complaints, so do not apologize! Whatever She says – goes. If She says you are guilty, then you are guilty. Bow down and take your punishment as a man!
8/ Do not use the toilet, don't sit on the furniture, don't eat and don't drink in the presence of a Lady! She may allow you to, if sees fit.
9/ When a Lady speaks, slaves listen. They listen very carefully. They try to memorize every detail in their slave minds. A lady should never have to repeat herself. So, shut up and listen! Do not interrupt! Never!
10/ You must act like a perfect gentleman in a Lady's presence. Open doors for her, pull her chair, hold her coat, carry her luggage etc. Wait for her and wait on her. There will be punishment if you fail to do so!
End of Protocol. Try to learn it by heart, bitch!
Wow, that was hot! I went to the "Punishments" section to read the possible sanctions for failing to follow the rules of the Protocol. There was a list of punishments, grading for light to intense and severe:
-a warning -a fine; -a face slap; -a nipple pinch; -a groin kick; -a degrading task in private; -a public humiliation -a long period of chastity -a dismissal from the site without warning
It was 3.20. I still had time to apply for other auctions before I left for Princess Juliana's place to serve as her driver and as her free maintenance boy for the car.
I won four auctions. It costed me a total of $349 for the bidding and I received the following system message:
"Attention, slave! You have won too many auctions at the same time! Failing to complete all the tasks to perfection will result in punishment! You have been warned!"
It was 4 p.m. I had one hour to find and reach Princess Juliana's address. I left immediately.
I was there fifteen minutes before the appointed time. She made me wait outside of her house for another half hour. When She appeared at her front door, fully dressed and ready to go to the party, I was fascinated by her beauty. Could this sweet, innocent, blond, 20 something girl be the same dictator that had made me week in the knees just two hours ago? I knew that drooling was not allowed, so I lowered my eyes, focusing on her magnificent high heels.
The heels approached and stopped right in front of me. There was a moment of silence. Awkward silence indeed! She said nothing and I didn't dare to speak or greet her without her permission.
"Ten dollars!" she ordered.
