'Just like a man,' Sharon chuckled to herself as she thumbed through the instruction manual. It was just like her macho, testosterone driven boyfriend to get in a rush and ignore the directions, thinking he already knew it all. Sharon thought back to various times when Jim's machismo had gotten both of them into trouble... like the time he got them lost on Spring break because he was too pig headed to stop and ask for directions... or the time he had ruined her new computer when he rushed to throw it together, ignoring the manual altogether...
Then Sharon looked over at Jim now. He was currently naked, down on his hands and knees in Sharon's bathroom, scrubbing the scum from the tile grouts with HIS OWN toothbrush. Sharon could not help but laugh out loud at the spectacle because any other time Jim absolutely refused to lift a finger to help her with any of the messes that HE made. She hadn't asked much of him in the past, but he refused to do dishes or take out the trash, or even so much as put himself out to put the seat down on the freaking toilet for chissakes! All of this, according to Jim, was "women's work".
Sharon had worked herself up thinking of Jim's chauvinistic attitude and she walked over and stood in the bathroom door, peering down at Jim with hands on hips as he continued his degrading task. Jim looked up, momentarily, eyes pleading for mercy...
"Women's work, eh Jimbo?" Sharon cracked. "Looks like it's your work now tough guy. Don't look at me, slaveboy, clean that floor! Say remember last winter when you threw that Super Bowl party here in MY HOUSE for all your drunk buddies, who tore this place up, spreading pizza and ashes and beer bottles all over the place, pissing and puking all over my bathroom, and then you refused to lift a finger to help me clean it up? HAH! Well it looks like those days are over big boy!" Sharon was getting really worked up now. "Hey looks like you missed a spot," she quipped, and she spit right on the floor in front of Jim. "Clean it up NOW!" She commanded, eyes dancing with a mixture of anger and sadistic glee.
Jim struggled with all his might to resist this humiliation, but could not disobey her will. Beaten and eyes downcast he crawled to scrub her spittle from the floor. "No not like that! LICK IT UP!"
Horror and revulsion and rage and shame all played across Jim's face in that instant, but when he saw the wicked gleam in her eye, he knew that he was doomed, that her will was his command. And that is how proud macho found himself cowing down before his girlfriend that he had dominated in the so recent past, licking her spittle from the bathroom floor at her feet...
Yes Sharon decided in that instant that she liked this new arrangement quite alot. She felt powerful and she felt that this was Jim's due. He had it coming and she DESERVED to be treated like a queen....
She flipped a page in the manual and came across the heading "Making the Effects Permanent. A Slave for Life."
The directions were short and to the point... 'Grab your slave by the collar, look into his eyes and say the words "My slave forever."
That is what Sharon did...
Thu Aug 10 07:31:19 2000