“Right turd, back inside & get in the kitchen. Max wants breakfast in bed, & it had better be perfect or else you’ll spend another cold night scrubbing the deck with a toothbrush. Fetch the cane too. Max wanted black satin sheets last night, not red. You’re in for a fine too.”

“Wow, look at you Slug! A 60 year old loser bent over at the waist, hands clutching ankles, legs wide apart, back held straight at 90 degrees, cane held in your mouth. Must be AGONY after 5 minutes. And you’ll stay like that until 18yr old Max wants to cane you in maybe 5 hours.”

“By the way Turd, when Max wants lines done, you write “Line one of a thousand I’m writing these lines simply because Sir told me to. Thank you for setting them Sir”. He doesn’t need to think of a line now, He can just merely say “Lines by tomorrow,”, & off you go with a 1000.”

“You know the penalty for staring old man, get your specs off & place them at Max’s feet. He’ll enjoy slowly and thoroughly stamping & grinding them into pieces. Then you’ll kiss the shoe that did it & get your nose right in the corner. We’ll decide your fine after we’ve fucked.”

I love the blatant mocking exploitation in this. I know I’ve begged to pay for a photo of a Superiors ashtray before. The sense of worthlessness is incredible.

This is a comedy sketch, but it is a huge fantasy of mine to treated in this way by affluent Home Counties upper middle class Tories. To be a working class jester mocked at a posh dinner party, treated as sub human.

Are there Superiors that thoroughly enjoy making a losers Xmas Day a misery by setting them lines? Maybe issue them on Xmas Eve, a nice 2000 line task, charge the sub £100, then relax in the knowledge a sub will be toiling over them while the Superior relaxes & enjoys Xmas Day.

“Dear oh dear, quite a state you’re in already and Max hasn’t even reached half way yet. He may only be 18 but he knows how to make a caning hurt. I’m guessing from now on you’ll remember to start and end every sentence with the word “Sir”. I’ll enjoy seeing you get the next 25.”

“Quite the thing this satin obsession of yours isn’t it Grub? Imagine how good it makes Max’s cock feel when my robe brushes against it. So you want to touch it briefly? Well it’ll cost you £500 to touch it with one finger, then 24 of the tawse on your paws, laid on by my MAN”.

I’ll be in Newcastle on Saturday night - would any straight men allow me to accompany them to a lapdance club and have me pay for their drinks and dances. I’d love the honour of paying for a Real Mans sexual pleasure while I get absolutely fuck all in return.

Lovely leather...

“Anyone.got a camera, here’s the old creep come to grovel to my Man. You got the lines he set you slug? 500 of “Sir,I am a 60 year old pervert who humbly asks if Sir can cane the creep out of me”. Go on, crawl to him with his £500 tribute & the cane in your mouth”

“Let’s be clear slug, we don’t care if it’s taken you 20 hours to write those lines, if my Man decides he can’t bothered checking them and tells you he that there are 10 mistakes in them at £100 each then you’ll thank him profusely and count that cash into his hand, understood?”

It’ll soon be Valentines Day. Any cucks paying for ⁦Honey Birdette⁩ lingerie for Superiors to wear for their Men? If we loser cucks really abjectly grovel we may be allowed to have the empty box to worship.

“Say Thankyou Sir to the Man who’s just added six months to your chastity for not buying me the shade of satin robe he wanted to see me in. Say Thankyou Sir to the Man who’s just fined you £500 for leaving a smudge on his shoes when you licked them clean.”

“Bet you dread Double It days with Max, when you have to say “Thank you Sir for fining me, please could you be kind enough to double it so I really learn my lesson”. £250 fine turned into £4000 when Max had you scrub this floor 4 times over until He was completely satisfied.”

I LOVE His arrogance. Never even took His eyes from the TV as you curtsied & reported the kitchen floor was spotless . He just said “still filthy, £250 fine, get back to scrubbing”. And your grovelling reply “Sir, Thankyou for taking the time to fine me Sir, Please double it Sir”

Nothing more satisfying than waking up on pure silk sheets knowing I’ve got a loser crouched at a desk for over 18 hours now writing out the 2500 lines I’ve set. I relax, light a cigarette & enjoy a morning BJ from the losers wife & think of ways to spend the £5000 he’s paid me.

I’m hope at some point a Superior will decide she wants to have this robe to wear while she’s wrapped up her Man’s arms watching a movie or snuggling with Him in bed,and that I get to pay for it, never see it or enjoy its silky feel but just get a pic of the receipt as a souvenir