“You made a mistake.” Madame M. said. Mr. White turned red. He was in his fifties and lived with Figaro, his Balinese cat. He liked to read (Mr. White, not the cat) and play the tuba. He was a decent man and a fine accountant doing the books for a number of local businesses. Madame M. was one of his loyal customers. He nodded and whispered: “I can’t believe it myself Madame, this is my first mistake in sixteen yea-” She raised a finger: “I don’t do mistakes, Mr. White.” He bowed his head in shame: “You’re right, of course you a-” There was the finger again: “Mistakes will be punished. Mr. White. Drop your pants and lean against the wall.” He got up from his chair, white as his surname: “Madame, that’s enough, I-” Her voice slapped his face: “NOW!” Women scared him, they were unpredictable and intimidating. He dropped his pants and coward against the wall. Madame M. rolled up Her sleeves and picked up a cane from behind Her desk. “Make no mistake Mr. White, this is going to hurt.”
I knew very little about Her, so I was quite surprised to learn that She was married and that there was a 24/7 slavegirl living in the house. I was exited about the latter, because She was living my dream and She could teach me the tricks of the trade. I arrived on a Friday afternoon and downstairs, in the dungeon, Mistress was still pummelling Her customers into submission. After the last one crawled away, the slavegirl came upstairs, pointed at me and said: “You there, follow Me.” So I followed Her downstairs to the dungeon. “I want this place spic and span within the hour.” I laughed. Surely we were one big submissive family, right? Wrong! She nearly slapped me unconscious and that shut me up and opened my eyes. Man, She was so impatient, demanding and utterly ruthless. It was a really rough hour, I assure you. The rest of the weekend I sat at Her feet like a little dog. A slave-girl is not one of us, my friend, She’s part of the Female elite. She’s a Woman and therefor superior to men. My ass can vouch for that, because I arrived with a cheeky smile and left with a mighty sore bottom.