Part 3 – (E) The Euneuch

Herman’s alarm went off at six o’clock, just like every day. He had a busy day ahead; as a butler, he naturally had to attend to everything for the Mistress—laying out her clothes, preparing breakfast, and so on. 

The Mistress wanted to be woken at nine, so there was still some time, but that also meant he had to be quiet so as not to disturb her. They had returned home late the previous day, and he had been required to free the slave, Johan, from the trunk and lock him in the dungeon—but not before treating the poor man’s welts and removing his gag. 

The bullwhip had taken its toll; the man’s entire body was covered in red-and-blue welts, some of which had broken the skin and were now covered in small scabs. The journey in the trunk must have been excruciating. He didn’t feel much pity for the man—after all, Johan had chosen this life himself, and Herman, too, frequently had to endure pain; no one pitied him, nor was it necessary. 

It was the duty of all slaves to serve their Mistress, and a fitting punishment was in order if they failed. His first task of the day was to check on the dungeon and the slave, so he headed down there. The Mistress had forbidden her slaves from speaking to one another; only strictly necessary communication and the relaying of her wishes and orders were permitted. 

He unlocked the dungeon’s barred door and unchained the slave from the wall. He then relayed the Mistress’s orders: the man was to shower, put on a fresh work uniform, and report to him for chores. Later, he would have to clean the entire dungeon and be ready to change clothes by ten o’clock, as he was required to accompany the Mistress to the notary. 

The Mistress was awakened at nine o’clock sharp by her loyal slave, Herman. She rose immediately and went to her bathroom. He had prepared the bath, filling it with water at the perfect temperature, bath salts, and perfumes; everything was ready. Herman was an excellent butler; with the assistance of other slaves, he took superb care of her and kept her home in immaculate condition.Candles were even burning, and the lighting was atmospherically dim. 

After half an hour in the bath, she let Herman dry her off; her silicone breasts stood proudly forward, and her nipples were hard. She saw him wince in pain as his chastity device restrained his growing cock—while her own penis could grow without limit; she reveled in and was aroused by his pain and his furtive glances at her enormous, hard cock. 

Once he had thoroughly dried her, he helped her into her bathrobe, and she returned to her bedroom. In the bedroom, she let her slave dress her in the clothes he had already laid out. First, he put on her grey garter belt and matching grey sheer stockings; Herman wore white gloves to avoid soiling or damaging the garments. Next came the bra, a glossy satin blouse, and a pleated skirt—all in grey. 

After this, he had to leave; she applied her makeup and swapped her wig for an identical one, allowing the worn wig to air out. She pulled a cord, and Herman arrived with her shoes: grey pumps with 9-centimeter heels. Her outfit was perfectly coordinated and completed by a grey cape that Herman draped around her shoulders. 

She took a long riding crop from a cupboard and left the room, walking through the house to the quarters above the attached double garage. The gardener’s slave quarters had been built in one of these rooms; he had been required to construct them himself, following her instructions. The unfortunate man had already been waiting for her there for half an hour, kneeling and completely naked.The gardener—a total slave for life—knelt outside her bedchamber, waiting for his Mistress; he had once been a very proud, virile man with a large cock. 

However, he had suffered a horrific car accident, remaining trapped for hours before firefighters freed him; his legs were shattered, his ribs broken, his lungs bruised, and his pelvis fractured, alongside damage to his scrotum. Everything eventually healed more or less perfectly—except for his scrotum; his testicles had to be removed. Due to his injuries, he was unable to work for a long time and ultimately lost his job as a gardener; a medical assessment deemed him unfit for work, and he began receiving disability benefits. 

Since he could no longer afford the Mistress’s sessions, becoming a total slave was the only path left for him. The accident and its aftermath left him somewhat mentally unstable. One day, he failed to perform his duties adequately, citing the accident as the reason for his negligence; Michaela made it clear to him that he was her slave and had to conduct himself accordingly. 

He was immediately subjected to severe punishment, and during the subsequent hearing regarding this transgression, she sentenced him to a lifetime of total slavery and a minimum of forty lashes a day. He begged for mercy but knew deep down it was futile; he was doomed. She had the right to do this. A slave must pay for his mistakes.After three years, little remained of the proud man he once was; he had become an obedient and submissive model slave. 

He heard the Mistress’s pumps clicking on the tiled floor; “Heel,” came her command. He immediately obeyed and kissed her pumps; despite being forbidden to look her in the eye—and required to keep his gaze lowered in his Mistress’s presence—he saw his magnificent, cruel Mistress in her stunning outfit and knew that his only purpose was to serve her, and that she would punish him severely. 

As always, he received lashes—usually around forty—but this time he had to count aloud to fifty, having to start over halfway through because she hadn’t heard him. It ended up being about seventy lashes. After this punishment, he had to perform oral sex on her beneath her skirt; in reality, he was simply fucked in his slave-mouth and had her load shot deep into his throat. Afterward, she ordered him to run errands, as Herman had no time that day. He had to pick up the list from Herman, which he did immediately. The Mistress went to have breakfast.