Ms. Preethi has challenged my mistress. Actually, I was tossed up among the tussle between my temporary mistress and my goddess for life. I didn't want my goddess to be disappointed and humiliated in front of her friends.
She had such a confidence in my abilities that she lent me to her friend. I didn't want to shatter her confidence and bring her shame. As a well seasoned slave, my priorities are always to please my mistress and make her proud.
You might think that my mistress has trained me well. Of course, she has taken enough care to moderate my behaviour to be a perfect slave. Though she is naturally a dominant lady, she has read enough literature to train me both physically and mentally. I might be a submissive. But, the entire credit of shaping me into a submissive slave ,who doesn't have a thinking of his own, goes to my mistress.
Look at the difference she has made to me. My submissive instincts were always my sex driver. It has always been a mean to get hard, shack and cum until she has took the charge. I am deprived of my sexual desires now. I have reached a level where I always think about how well I can serve my mistress. I have reached to a point in which I don't even care about my own needs. Even I have accepted the fact that slaves like me should never have their own needs. Imagine the pain I receive everyday even for the small mistakes I do. Imagine the psychological conditioning I am put into and the mental torture I go through in my day to day life. Is it even possible for me to endure all these without the proper training of my mistress? Not at all!! I am so lucky that I got an amazing mistress in the form of my wife.
There was a time when I felt whether we can continue this lifestyle forever. What about the society? Can this lifestyle sustainable in a marriage? So many questions made rounds on my head.
"See my boy!! I know you have been confused a lot nowadays. You need not to worry. I enjoy dominating you. This is my nature. I can't change this. This is how it would be forever. You will be my submissive slave for my life. That doesn't mean that I don't love you. I love you. I take care of you. That's one reason I want you to be perfect in what you do! That's why I push you so hard and punish you. Seeing you excel makes me proud," she explained when I brought up the topic of marriage few months back.
"I am happy to be a sub forever ma'am. I now enjoy serving you and enduring the pain you inflict on me. To know that it makes you proud, I want to strive hard to make you happier. I can't deny the fact that question of sustainability crosses my mind often. How can we survive in this marriage set up?" I politely expressed my thoughts kneeling in front of her.
"I totally understand your concern. But, trust me in that. We will survive through this as well. When the times comes, we will let others know of this lifestyle. There comes a time when this society would be mature enough to understand. They would accept us," she tried to consul me.
This is one quality of my mistress that I like the most. She talks and let me express my feelings. She makes sure to understand what I am thinking. She makes me understand each and every move of her. Trust is the pillar stone of this relationship. She has always worked to make me trust that whatever she does is good for both of us. It is the trust that I have on her has enabled me to come to this level and blindly follow her orders unconditionally may it be sucking the cock of the men that she brings to our home or obey her friends or submit to anyone she chooses like how I was submitting to Ms. Preethi and thinking how to fulfil her orders then.
As instructed by my mistress, I had loaded enough groceries for a week in our car. There is no scarcity of firewood in Gokarna. But, Ms. Preethi specifically requested me to make fish fry. Where would I go for fish? That too fully naked. I can't go to market fully naked. I was confused whether to ask permission to wear something. With the way Ms. Preethi was enjoying her new privilege and dominating me mercilessly , I was shit scared.
Somehow, I got the courage and crawled to them. I waited there on my knees with my hands properly folded behind my back. Though they noticed me, they didn't give any fuck about me. Ms. Preethi wanted me to wait there and prove my mistress that I am not a worthy slave. She wanted me to fail so that she could punish me and make me beg for mercy.
As usual Ms. Priya showed some my mercy and asked, "What do you want my boy? Looks you have been waiting here for something!"
"Yes!! I need to buy few items to cook dinner. I request the permission to wear something and go to market," I pleaded and looked into my mistress.
She didn't even bothered to answer. She made it to the point that I should request the permission from Ms. Preethi by turning her eyes towards Ms. Preethi.
"You are my slut boy. Who cares whether you are naked or dressed. Clock is ticking. If I am not served with dinner by the stipulated time, I will see to it that you get what you deserve," she told in a stern voice and looked at her mistress.
"Ma'am, Please Ma'am. There would be too many people at the market and I can't go there naked. Kindly show some mercy," I begged.
"You get what you deserve. Do you think you are worth enough to be dressed?" she humiliated me.
I kept silent. I knew I can't answer this question.
"How can you expect him to go naked? That's not right. You want to make a point here. But, you are expecting a unrealistic goal to be achieved," Ms. Sheetal told Ms. Preethi
"Please save your advise for something else. It is me who decides what I should do with my property. Why you are all worked up?" Ms. Preethi sounded irritated.
"Let him say that he couldn't. I will deal with him", Ms. Preethi continued.
"What my boy? Do you accept your defeat?" Ms. Preethi asked me with her raised eyebrows.
I kept quiet. I was never trained to accept defeat. Only a weak and inefficient subs accept defeat. Wise words from mistress resonated on my mind.
"The punishment would be mild if you accept your defeat. If not, god knows how will you end up. I would be more cruel than your mistress. Looks like you would not be able to accomplish the task," Ms. Preethi laughed at my sorry state.
I decided to take a chance rather than accept the defeat and humiliate my mistress. I left the place and started moving towards the market. What would happen at most? People would humiliate me. That would be better than seeing my mistress getting embarrassed in front of her friends.
"Stop!", I heard my mistress's voice loud and clear.
I stopped immediately just like the programmed robot.
"What do you want to prove here? I accept he failed you. Is that what you want to hear?" she shouted.
I can't believe what I had heard. Oh my god! I can't imagine the number of times she has punished me for failing her friends. I could never remove from my memory the brutality with which punishments were forced upon on. She supported me. She was revolting against her friend for me. I was in cloud nine.
Ms. Preethi shrugged at my mistress's response.
"I will ensure that he completes whatever the punishments you decide," my mistress announced.
"Why are you shouting? I was just enjoying my privileges. You sound as if you have never demanded anything from him unreasonable," Ms. Preethi retorted my mistress.
