Hers

The three naked men stood before Mistress Georgia, patiently awaiting her final decision. Their names were Jonathan, Christopher, and Alec, but in her presence, they were known as 004, 012, and 023, the last remaining survivors of a brutal selection process to determine who would become her next personal slave.

The Southern goddess with fair skin, viridescent eyes, and dark brown hair was a paradise of curves that had been dominating the weaker sex before she was old enough to drink and as she grew older her tastes became increasingly more refined. It took a lot to impress her and even more to invite someone into her private circle. Of the thirty-four potential candidates that had contacted her over the Summer, only those three had shown enough resilience to be around her, yet only one would receive the highest honors.

Mistress Georgia crossed her legs and rose from her black velvet chair, a makeshift throne while she waited for the arrival of the real thing. She took her time to inspect their toned muscles and the reddish bruises she had left on their exposed buttocks first thing in the morning and said,

“I know you’re all eager to hear my thoughts, so I’m going to make this quick. When I call your number, you are to take a step forward, drop to your knees to kiss my feet, and listen to my final review. You may not agree with everything I say, but my words are final and my will is law. If I choose you, rejoice for achieving a higher purpose in life. If you’re dismissed, accept your fate gracefully as a true submissive slave should do. 004, present yourself to me.

He happily did as instructed, a solitary kiss on each foot. Hands behind his back and cock shooting forward like a missile, he exhaled softly and listened,

“004, it’s obvious you know what it takes to please a woman but throughout these two long months, you’ve also been quite the brat. Now, I enjoy a bit of brattiness but only sparingly, and there’s something about you that simply doesn’t understand when to stop. I don’t want to discipline you all the time to be obeyed, which means this is the end of the line for you. You will not be my personal man-servant but I’m sure one day you’ll find someone that’s appropriate for you. Should you ever need references to present to another Mistress, I’ll gladly provide them. Thank you for your service but you are dismissed.”

“I understand, Mistress Georgia. Thank you for the opportunity, nonetheless. It was most enlightening,” he replied.

“I’m glad. Your clothes are in the foyer. Please get dressed and leave.”

004 stood up and as he walked out, he regained his name once more. He was still within hearing distance when Mistress Georgia addressed another candidate.

“023, it’s your turn. On your knees.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he collapsed at her feet, heart beating faster than a speeding train. He loved being weak for her and yet every fiber of his being was telling him he too was about to be crossed out of the equation. Sadly, his fears came true.

“This is difficult for me to admit but up until the very last second, I couldn’t settle between you and 012. You were the most graceful of submissives I’ve allowed inside my house and yet I can tell that when I go into a full sadistic mode, it’s a lot for you to handle. While I believe you could improve in that regard in time, it’s not fair to subject you to such mental duress repeatedly. I treasure my property and I fear I would hurt you more than benefit you if you became fully mine. Therefore, it is with great sorrow that I have to let you go. What I told 004 applies to you as well, of course. I hope you eventually find what you’re looking for and I’m here to help you in any way I can, but not as your owner, okay?”

“As you wish, Mistress,” he sighed, eyes brimming with tears. “May I please kiss your divine feet one more time before I take my leave?”

“Yes, but please make it quick.”

023 planted his aching lips on her toes once more and rose as Alec, a free man yet still bound by burning subservient desires that would not be extinguished anytime soon. He congratulated the winner on his way out and joined his dismissed companion.

“You already know what this means, 012,” Mistress Georgia declared. “Congratulations! I’ve decided I want to keep you as my personal thrall going forward. Like 023, you acted with grace pretty much all the time, always acknowledging your place and my rightful authority. You’ve also exhibited the right amount of stamina to endure my darker side throughout the training and that’s why I’m convinced you’re the right fit for me. However, before we go any further, let me explain what’s in store for you if you agree to embark on this journey with me. To be a slave in my world means just that – absolute capitulation! You’ll need to relinquish every part of your body and your mind to me. That means I’ll use every tool at my disposal to reprogram you to serve my needs above everything else. There will be drugs involved, brainwashing sessions, physical punishments galore, and more hypnosis than your brain will think it’s possible to endure. If you agree to this, you’ll be completely broken apart and reshaped as many times as I see fit. This arrangement is permanent unless life-threatening arguments come into play. I won’t go easy on you but you’ll be a better person in the end. Do you still wish to go through with this? Do you consent to stop being a man and be treated as property?”

“Yes, Mistress Georgia,” 012 smiled. “I wish to be completely yours. Nothing more will make me happy. Thank you so much for this. I’ll be the best personal slave ever.”

“I hope you’re right. You’ll need to sign a contract of course, and then it’s official. Welcome to a dimension of endless servitude, pain, and pleasure.”

The new toy lowered his gaze to meet the floor, his world changed forever. Hers. What could be better?

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