A common misconception about men who commit to serving a Mistress is that they are weak. A black and white distinction that slaves are weak and Mistresses are strong is a foolish assumption to make. Mistress Donna had to admit that many a slave has gained her respect by his unflinching loyalty and devotion, despite painful and traumatic circumstances. Only slaves strong enough to sacrifice much of their personal lives deserved to serve Mistress Donna.
For instance, her Irish Sissy Dolan, had suffered with a jealous and vengeful wife for his devotion of service to Mistress Donna for close to 8 months now. His wife having caught him in the act of serving his Mistress Donna had forced him into domestic slavery for her own wicked pleasure. Unlike Mistress Donna his wife was a cruel and hateful Mistress, her main focus was to make Dolan suffer as much as possible. Little did she realize that this only fueled the fire of desire her husband hid deep in his heart for his Mistress Donna.
Each day he endured the torment of endless housework, cooking, and cleaning in various humiliating outfits under the watchful eye of his Wife Mistress. When she dared nap or venture out of the house, Dolan would beg to serve Mistress Donna. Enjoying another woman's husband had always been a turn on for Mistress Donna, but enjoying another woman's Husband Slave Slut? Now that was to die for.
It wasn't that he was an extraordinary man by main stream standards. He was an average irshman with an average build. But his willingness to submit and to give himself to her... it compelled her time and time again to accept him into her service. What his service lacked in consistency, was well balanced with his ever burning devotion to her. He was unable to serve her often, but when availalbe, she enjoyed him immensely.
She knew it was cliché to say she had fallen in lust with his voice. But the way he spoke, the soft soothing way he called her Mistress.. the way he rolled his 'r's.. the inflection- made her melt inside. The fact that he often wore dresses did not turn her on nor repel her. Unlike other slaves that wore women's clothing, his body did not attract her in the frilly clothing .. not as the other's did. But knowing he enjoyed wearing them, she encouraged him to show up in his favorite pieces. She did not allow him to wear the clothing for long once in her presence.
Tonight he had arrived in a fancy beaded white dress suit. His hairy chest poked through the top of the dress, the heels he wore looked clumsy on his large feet. He wore a hat with modest netting on the front.
He glanced at her through the netting, his blue eyes twinkling. He smiled, averting his eyes and fell to his knees with a dull thud. He struggled with the skirt, then bowed forward, his face flat against the floor, his arms up pointed towards her.
She shook her head at his large shoulders hidden in the white jacket. Her long dark night gown fell towards the floor as Mistress Donna approached him, holding a thick black collar. She stood above him staring down at his back, his round ass in the skirt up in the air for her. Dolan's Wife Mistress did not allow him to have sex with her. An unending punishment that made his ache for Mistress Donna grow, the ache that brought him here time and time again.
She knocked the hat off of his head, it skitted across the floor. His reddish brown hair felt good imbetween her fingers as she jerked his head back. His eyes were closed, a huge smile of delight across his face. His adam apple protruded suggestively making his Mistress want to bite it. But with control she delighted in yanking his head forward a bit. He grunted at the pain and she opened the collar, clamping it around his neck. She tightened it, making sure to make it a bit uncomfortable. She wanted him to feel this later when he was home with his Wife Mistress.
"Where is she?" she asked. Suddenly Mistress Donna was tearing at his clothes, ripping at the jacket, knocking him over on his side.
"Asleep at home, Mistress." He gasped, limp as she ripped the jacket halfway off of him. "Mistress, I missed you so much." She continued to rip the clothes from his body, the look on his face was one of pleasure and pain, a sweet mix that made her pussy start to warm. When he was completely nude, she said, "Open your eyes, slave."
As he did, she let her hair down. The brown hair fell to her shoulders and over to her breasts. His cock was rigidly hard and as she sat beside him on the floor, she pinched his left nipple, lightly at first. He moaned, his hands curling into fists. "Mistress," he whispered, "please, let me be your slut. Let me make you cum, Mistress Donna."
