Lashes, whips, lacerated skin and purple patches, the days had been quite enjoyable for me. Though the same couldn't be said of my slave. The days were painful. But the fact always delighted him that he was being whipping to please a goddess.
The slave couldn't find a more apt reason to live. One day I just asked the slave to place my feet in the bowl of cold rose water and to keep massaging it.
The slave did as commanded. But the water was too cold. After eight hours of constant massaging, I felt like snizzing.
I ordered the slave to open his mouth and there he was, absorbing all of my sneeze water. But again, the slave was terrified and overwhelmed with the feeling of guilt.
He didn't mitigate the temperature of water and as a result I had caught cold.
The subservient man knelt at my foot and drank all the dirt water which had been used to cleanse my feet and awaited the punishment.
But I was too tired to lash him to wound. So, I just thought of giving him a tight face-slap and save him the pain that night.
The slave stood up and I mollycoddled on his face with my soft hands. The slave was anticipating the slap any moment. But I just patted on his left cheek with my hand and let go of the poor goat, that day.
The slave bowed in obedience. Kissed both of my cleansed feet and crawled back to his room. I looked at him, as he dragged his body that was without any pain, that day. Maybe I'll compensate it on a day where he might not be committing an error but I would be of a mood.
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The Confessions Of A Merciless Mistress
FantasiThis is the story of a relentless and brutal mistress named Tamanna and her new slave Hardik. The story is recounted by Mistress Tamanna. Mistress Tamanna had a brand of being a tyrant oppressor to slaves, she wouldn't throw a drop of mercy upon th...
