His Mistress's Voice

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    “Stop!” Nikki yelled. “Stop what you are doing foofoo right this minute!”

    Addressed by name, fortuitously foofoo literally froze, a fear driven jolt of adrenaline sent coursing through his system. Obeying without question he ceased his menial task, immediately warily, on hearing his Mistress’s voice, anxious that he had inadvertently been doing something wrong.

    To have continued working would have almost certainly got him into trouble, but foofoo was inherently anything but disobedient, it was in his nature to submissively do as he was told. While this intrinsic part of his being helped with this new normal of his which saw him toil each day as a naked menial skivvy, he was however still learning just how obedient Nikki expected him to be as her domesticated working-livestock.

    Waiting on tenterhooks to discover why he had been paused from continuing with his assigned chores, foofoo tried his best to remain calm, for he was already aware, after just a short period of being in service to Nikki, that obedience in her books, wasn’t always as easy as just stopping doing what he had been assigned to do, and then responding to whatever he was told to do next. With Nikki obedience involved his disposition to be one of alacrity, the wearing of a big, big smile paired with a demure demeanour, regardless of how he might feel about the instruction or circumstances, every single time. Or else…

    And the ‘or else’, he had learned the hard way, usually made for an uncomfortable twenty-four hours or so, for him anyway. Disobedience, he was learning much like a Pavlovian dog, just wasn’t a response worth contemplating. Ever. Nikki dealt with even a less than enthusiastic response to her demands on the spot, pragmatically from her side and painfully for his side, which typically was his backside doing the suffering.

    This is what he had signed up for, what he had in fact actually suggested in the first place, for he knew when it came to his sexual currency, before he had got lucky and crossed paths with Nikki, that he was a prime example of a natural born simp when it came to interactions with women, especially the numerous women he got infatuated by. Which usually meant getting a huge crush on someone, whom at best, hardly even knew of his existence, if at all and rarely acknowledged him, except perhaps on a professional basis at his old work. But he had a new workplace now, a new role, unpaid beyond his lodge and keep, one where it had dawned on him in the first week of his menial toil under Nikki’s roof, that his attentive and submissiveness towards women was a behaviour she actually entirely encouraged in him. Nikki wanted him embodying simping behaviours towards her and in the nature of her instructions and his service, simping was in fact his expected modus operandi 24/7 around her. This made for an entirely new and joyous experience, even for a self-acknowledged simp such as foofoo, one that he was still finding his feet with but in the main he relished every aspect, for he was finally getting to be who he truly was and live his life’s desire of being helplessly in the authority of a merciless, cruel, dominant woman. It was his bliss, not for everyone by any means, but then he wasn’t like everyone, or indeed anyone else he knew, bar perhaps other guys he’d seen post stuff he liked on special interest online forums such as Wordpress, FetLife, Reddit and BDSMLR and sparked up a conversation with.

    And what he was, was pretty simple at the end of the day, he just happened to be a shy beta-male, with an intense submissive predisposition towards women, one that drove him and was amplified all the more, when lucky enough to be in the company of women. He was a rare man who actually adored being told what to do by women, it wasn’t in his nature to let any typical manly traits such as male pride, machismo or chauvinism impede him when so instructed, for in reality philogyny came instinctively to him. Yet despite his ever-burgeoning talents at simping and his red-blooded gynephilia, he was as yet to make his sexual debut, for another of his personality traits, his bashfulness towards women, paradoxically inhibited his interpersonal romantic experience; and now with Nikki locking away his cock constantly in a small pink chastity cage, he did fretfully wonder most days whether he ever would…

    He had arrived at Nikki’s home with his eyes wide open because right from the start of their initial conversations she had made it very clear, while a sexual dynamic would exist due to the nature of what they were contemplating, sex was not something she would entertain the thought of, with him. Now, when he considered such things in his head, while doing some menial chore or another, or during the tedium of corner-time, he always concluded that for him, it was more than absolutely amazing to be in service to a dominant and demanding woman like Nikki in the first place and such amazing privileges, often required both sacrifice and commitment. Which in his case, to be exact, had been giving all the power over his life to Nikki including the determination as to his sexual relations or lack of...

    The lack of had, via the chastity cage, seen him abruptly cease one sexual activity, that of his wanking. Once a daily affair for him, Nikki had put an end to that, or at least a hold on it, keeping him denied, advising him he would have the chance to cum on a monthly basis if he performed well. As a motivational technique, it drove him to ever greater efforts on a daily basis, as he became more and more backed up and thus more and more desperate to orgasm. As to the sexual pastime of partaking in and enjoying intercourse, well that had not happened either but then when it came to matters of the flesh with the opposite sex, for foofoo, it never had; though, he was fully aware of the concept and appreciative of the likely pleasures. In exposing his impulses and all his weaknesses which had included the fact he was still a virgin, the further he and Nikki had progressed in defining the parameters for a life of service on Nikki’s terms, he had become more and more hooked and in realising how much he wanted the lifestyle they discussed, knew that if Nikki were to agree, there would be no way back, even if he wanted it, which he didn’t at the time and still didn’t now, over a month later. So, as he struggled in frustration to come to terms with no longer being able to masturbate freely and having a severe case of blueballs from being kept chaste; when it came to sex, having never had sexual intercourse, his ruminations usually concluded sadly it was hard to miss something he had never experienced. But he could, and would likely always, hope…

    Right now, as he awaited whatever it was that Nikki had had him cease his cleaning for, hope was not what occupied his mind for he was dog tired, along with being hot, thirsty, and hungry too from his early start and continuous toil at a long list of chores. The front room, Nikki’s living room had been bathed in sunshine when he had first crawled into the room, the glass windows only radiating the sun’s heat that much more, warming up the room and thus his flesh awash with the sweat from his labours. He had been starving too, for Nikki seemed to like to work him on an empty stomach most days, to remind him of his dependency. To remind him, he worked to earn the measly portions she gave him in his feed pan. Over a month into their arrangement, of his service to her, beyond a daily vitamin and mineral tablet, Nikki still had not offered him anything but own-label kibble to eat and only water to drink and he had a huge growing fear she had no intention of changing this. Her intended promise of keeping and treating him as working-livestock bearing out so far.

    “Stay!”

    Stay, he could do that. Stay didn’t require him to do something for the time being, which he welcomed. Staying was a relief for his body aching pretty much all over, his internal energies that overblown simping required were not firing on all cylinders and he just wanted to get this chore out of the way, for something hopefully easier and to be that much closer to his evening feed of pellets to silence his grumbling belly. Staying is what he did, his only activity one of helplessness, as his body responded, with his cock twitching to life within the tight restrictive confines of his chastity cage, where no allowance for even the slightest wiggle room had been provided, he found himself once again triggered at the thrill of being yelled at by Nikki, as he were a misbehaving puppy dog. Ambitious and wanton as ever, his cock tried to do what it had once done with ease and spring into an erection, he pondered, not for the first time, why, oh, why did such things excite him quite as much as they did...

    Despite a huge deal of thinking time alone in his head, while completing the mindless and endless rounds of tedious chores Nikki set out for him each day; he was still incapable of getting to the bottom of it all in terms of understanding himself and what drove him to like what he did, to do what he did. That he was here, sweating naked, locked in what he considered an impossibly small chastity cage, worked hard, practically starved and getting a sexual thrill from being yelled at by Nikki, probably wouldn’t be understood by most people, not least himself; but at the end of the day, all he knew was how he felt and he had never felt so alive and thus would not want to swap serving Nikki for all the money in the world. All in all, what he was experiencing was exactly what he had proposed to her, what they had discussed and agreed to as their leftfield domestic arrangement; and despite the discomforts, the suffering, the humiliations, the gnawing ache of sexual frustration, he endured them all with the desire to be pleasing, very pleasing to Nikki and to continue to get to live out his wildest dreams, his happy ever after, dancing to whatever tune Nikki chose. He even answered to the new name she had given him, that of foofoo and he loved the degradation of it, for Nikki had blithely told him, while she had considered other names, overtly canine ones, such as Maximilian and Rover, and also overtly derogatory ones such as Fucktard and Wankstain; that she had finally settled on foofoo, a name inspired by Miss Piggy’s pet dog, for she thought it was the most humiliating. Nikki had also shared, she of course reserved the right to call him anything, and from time to time might name him something else but for the timing being he was to answer to foofoo.

    “As the pet is, do not move an inch!” Nikki repeated sternly, now standing right next to him, using her bossy Mistress Nikki voice, and the accompanying persona she put on when dealing with anything foofoo related.

    **
    Like the sound of this, then you'll probably LOVE my Modern-Day-Cinders femdom and chastity erotica eBook series…let's just say the original Cinderella had it far easier…
    and as for foofoo, the ‘hero’ of my tales, let’s say he has found his 'happy ever after'...
    Basically they are Female Led tales of chastity, lots of sph, teasing, frustration, CP, CFnm & domestic menial service, with no sign of a Fairy Godmother in sight to rescue the poor boy from his endless list of chores, trials & tribulations...

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