Day 1
'Look at me, slave! I want this house to shine like new. You will have to work harder then ever before, because this is My little Kingdom and I want it to look like a palace.'
Cleaning! i knew it!
'You have three days for this,' Madame Sarka continued, 'and don't worry slave, I will guide you.....'
(....with a whip and a cane...i did not say it, but it was in my head, like a huge neon light)
'Y.yes Madame Sarka, thank You.'
i started to crawl to the kitchen, to find my friends called towel, bucket and brush.
'Where are you going! Did I give you permission to move? Come back here now!'
i returned to my place at Madame Sarka's feet.
Madame Sarka grabbed my hair and slapped my face two times.
'This is nót a good start, slave! Don't be brave, don't even think about being brave, because you will regret it.'
'i a.apolog-'
'Silent! Did I ask a question? Did I ask for an explanation? No!! So be silent!'
She slapped my face again.
'Move! To the kitchen!'
i started to crawl, with Madame Sarka close behind me, almost kicking me into the kitchen. Her black boots pounded my ass, making me go faster and faster.

And so i became a housewife slave again, cleaning every centimetre of the house. It was painstaking work, because Madame Sarka ordered perfection and i knew way too well that was not a joke. i was right, because after some 30 minutes Madame Sarka's boots already approached.
'Slave position,' She ordered.
So i made room for Madame Sarka, on my knees, head down to the floor, hands crossed on the floor, just above my head.
Tic-Tac-Tic-Tac-Tic-Tac......silence, horrible, horrible silence.
'Come here.'
A whisper, nothing more, but a whisper with the power of a hurricane.
'You call this clean???'
In the good old days Madame Sarka used to give me some 20 strokes with the cane after this. Then i was left alone with my work again, waiting for the next inspection round. Yes, that was in the good old days......
'Do it again,' Madame Sarka ordered.
And then She left the room, which completely surprised me. But that surprise was short lived, because ten seconds later She returned, carrying a mean looking whip.
What followed was a a frightening hour.
i cleaned like crazy, with Madame Sarka standing right behind me, watching me, going over each and every move i made. She did not say much, but Her whip did all the talking. Again and again that thing trashed my back.
'Not so fast! Clean it properly!'
So i moved back, cleaning the same spot again and seconds later the whip cried out again.
'Faster! We do not have all week!'
The trashing went on and on, with me working like a mule, making mistake after mistake after mistake.

It was around noon when Madame Sarka put on Her coat, grabbed me by my hair and pulled me around the room like sack of potatoes.
'I will go out and I am not satisfied with your work so far. So you will not have the privilege of accompanying Me!'
Madame Sarka opened a cage and kicked my ass hard.
'Take the time to think about your behaviour, slave! When I return I want you to do better!'
The cage door closed behind me and i was left alone.
Being caged is an ultimate form of slavery, to my humble opinion, because it truly means you are at the mercy of a Madame. Think about it: if a Madame should keep you there for days, what could you to about it? Escape from Alcatraz would be somewhat difficult in a cage like this. Caged like an animal, waiting for a Madame who does not only have the key to the cage, but also the key to your submissive soul.
And there i was, waiting and thinking. And realising that the longer i would be here, the harder i had to work to make up for lost time. It was a cruel way of showing who is in charge and who is the slave.

Cleaning is having your ears wide open all the time, because orders always fly all over the place.
'Slave! Bring me tea!'
'Come here, light My cigarette!'
'Make me something to eat, I am hungry.'
'Come here, My feet are tired, give Me a massage.'
'Slave, I want coffee.'
'SLAAAAVE!! I want a full cup, not half full!!!'

Evening. Slave position.
Madame Sarka eating the meal which i prepared. Which was not a success, to say the least. Because Madame Sarka joined me in the kitchen, looking at what i was doing. And that was not according to how Madame Sarka prepares a meal. The whip showed me the way and i was grateful that i was in slave position now, getting some rest.
'Are you hungry, slave?'
'Yes Madame Sarka.'
'Come here then.'
Madame Sarka put a plate with some food on the floor, just beside a bowl of water.
'Eat doggie,' Madame Sarka said laughing, 'and remember: dogs do not eat with a spoon and not with their hands.'
Hands? But i said nothing, i am not that crazy.
And so i had to eat like a dog (how on earth do they do it!!), which was a true ordeal. The food moved around the plate, followed by my tongue and lips. But slowly things got better, only drinking remained a problem. i only managed to drink something by making a lot of noise, which was a great risk with a Madame watching me.
'Thank You Madame Sarka,' i said, after i had finished.
'Good dog! Now clean all the dishes. And hurry up, I want a long and relaxing massage!'
Which is a reward, but one that you have to handle with care. Because seeing Madame Sarka's body and having permission to touch it, is probably more difficult then any order you have to obey. Touching Her is like touching a Goddess from heaven, and it always gives me a light feeling in my head and i really have to focus on my work, otherwise i will pass out. That is the truth, just wait till you have the privilege to give Madame Sarka a massage yourself, then remember the words i wrote.

Day 2
i had slept like a baby in the cage, because i had been exhausted after a long days work.
'Ready, slave?'
'Yes Madame Sarka.'
'Hmmmm, some exercise will be good for you, to warm you up.'
And so the day started with 25 push-ups and 75 knee-bends, making me already gasping for air.
The cleaning continued, with a bucket at my side and a whip on my back. Most of the time i was alone in a room, with Madame Sarka busy doing something in the house. But sometimes Her shadow fell on me, going over each move, with a whip that did spoke for two.
It was during the second whip inspection when Madame Sarka asked me if i was thirsty.
'Yes Madame Sarka,' i answered.
'Well slave, then you must drink! I am not such a cruel Madame, if you are thirsty, then drink!'
'Thank You, Madame Sarka.'
i just started crawling, when a whip was placed in front of my face.
'Where are you going, slave? Your water is here.'
i looked down into the bucket, filled with grey, filthy water, feeling sick already.
'Madame...i.i am not so thirsty after all....'
'You have been lying to Me????'
'No Madame, no, no, please, i-'
'Drink!'
And so i started to drink the cleaning water, which was not clean at all, not by a mile!
'Like it, slave?'
'Yes Madame Sarka, thank You.'
'You are a liar and you deserve a punishment for lying.'
The cane came and i had to stretch out my hands. The rain of the cane came down on my hands and sweet mercy, that was truly painful. Especially the stokes right on my fingertips were horrible, but Madame Sarka showed no mercy.
'Your HANDS, now!'
TSJAK!

Centimetre after centimetre, room after room. The never-ending process of cleaning.
When i reached the toilet (small room, thank God!), Madame Sarka came up to me from behind.
'Don't use the clean brush for that, stupid slave, use your tongue!'
She sat down on my back, while i licked the inside of the toilet bowl. Don't think, that's the best way of dealing with those things. To me it's not hard to do, being too stupid for words and with only a few active brain cells. So i cleaned the whole toilet with my tongue, not missing one spot.
'Thirsty again?'
It almost made me laugh, because Madame Sarka can have a teasing sense of humour as well.
'No Madame, thank You.'
'Clever slave!! But not clever enough, because I decide when you are thirsty and when you will drink. Did you forget that?'
'No Madame, no, of course not.'
'Then drink!'
And so i leaned forward and drank the toilet water, not thinking for one second.

Having a dick can be a burden sometimes, because the moment you lose control of that thing, it stands up like a flag pole. And not only while giving a massage (thank God Madame Sarka is always relaxing on Her stomach, so She does not see the activity between my legs). It also happened to me in the late afternoon, when Madame Sarka changed Her dress. A shiny outfit that almost nailed me to the floor and made me stare at Her with eyes and mouth wide open. And there he was, that brainless piece of meat between my legs, rising to the occasion.
Madame Sarka looked at the thing.
'What is that?'
'T.hat...t.hat is a mistake...M.Madame.'
'Yes it is! Because I control your body and I did not give you permission to become horny, did I?'
'N.no Madame Sarka.'
And so Madame Sarka slapped my dickie dick three times in a row, making me almost scream. It helped, that's for sure. And i mean the slapping, not the screaming. Rope appeared and my cock and balls were tied into submission. On top of that i had to wear nipple clamps for being disobedient. And boy, do i hate nipple clamps, i really do. Nothing is worse, nothing is more painful after a while. And Madame Sarka knows how much i fear them.....She knows it well.
Pretty soon after that the doorbell rang and Madame Sarka ordered me in slave position. i heard voices in the hall, then footsteps approaching. An unfamiliar Woman's voice entered the room. i could not understand a word they were saying, because it was all in Czech. So i waited.
Then boots walked out of the room, other boots approached.
'Hey you!'
i looked up at a gorgeous looking Lady.
'Kiss My boots, show some respect.'
i did not move one muscle. Even if She would torture me to death; i would not do anything without Madame Sarka's permission.
'KISS!'
Madame Sarka entered the room and i am sure there was a tiny little smile on Her lips.
'Obey Her, slave!'
And so i kissed the boots of this Mistress without a name. The cane struck me real hard and i almost screamed. Because i had not seen any cane, so i was completely surprised. Again and again the cane came down, together with the angry voice of this Mistress.
'This (TSJAK) is (TSJAK) for (TSJAK) not (TSJAK!) obeying (TSJAK) Me! (TSJAK - TSJAK - TSJAK)
Having to serve a demanding Madame like Madame Sarka is difficult enough, but two is almost suicidal! Without any mercy they pushed me into a roller coaster of slavery and they gave me a ride which i will never forget.
i was used as an ashtray and i wished those Ladies gave up smoking, because again and again i was ordered on my knees in front of them, with my tongue hanging out of my mouth, swallowing one cigarette after the other.
Sometimes both cock and nipples were under attack, one Madame kicking me, while the other one almost ripped off my nipples. Madame Sarka's girlfriend laughed when She saw my agony and it only seemed to inspire Her. At one point She ordered my head on the coach and before i knew it She sat down on the back of my head, leaving me with hardly any room to breathe. While sitting like a true Princess on Her victim, She grabbed my balls from behind and pulled them real hard. i screamed a smothered scream, especially when She started twisting and turning those precious nut's as if they were toys.
Later that evening Madame Sarka tied my hands behind my back and a cruel game called 'crawl or suffer' began. Both Ladies moved through the room, giving orders at gunfire speed.
'Come here, lick My boots.'
'Bark like a dog.'
'Come here, now!'
'Sing slave, let Me hear how happy you are.'
'Here piggy!'
Crawling round and round, with hands and cock tied, wearing nipple clamps....while both Ladies forced me into a horrible speed with whips that seemed to be all over the place. They trashed me hard, after each given order, demanding me to give them my very best.
After a while i was dizzy of crawling in circles and it was Madame Sarka who put Her boot on my shoulder, pushing me down to the floor. i lay there in pain, breathing heavily, while Madame Sarka stood high above me, with Her legs spread. Slowly She lowered Her body till She sat down on my throat.
'Now slave, do you want Me to remove the nipple clamps?'
i broke down, it's embarrassing to admit, but i was so exhausted and the thought of Madame Sarka ripping off those clamps in one hard pull, was too much for me.
'Please Goddess Madame Goddess, i beg You, i beg You, please don't pull, i will do everything, everything You say, Goddess, please, please, i will do everything for You, please.'
It made Madame Sarka smile.
'You told Me you will accept everything, slave, that you will take each and every torture....'
'Yes Mad-'
Madame Sarka moved Her body forward into a perfect face sit and at the same time my nipples exploded.
'Hmmmmfffffffffhhmmmmmfffffffff.'
Tears sprang into my eyes and i was sure i would die in agony. Pain moved like a wave through my body, smashing hard against each and every cell.
Madame Sarka moved back again, still smiling.
'Did it hurt, slave?'
i could not talk, only suffer, but my eyes said enough.
'Poor slave,' the Princess Mistress said and then She sat down on my chest, touching the painful nipples.
'No please, please, i beg You, i beg You Mistress, i will obey, i will obey, i beg You.'
Her face appeared over Madame Sarka's shoulder and they both laughed.
'I love it when a slave is truly willing to do everything,' the Princess said.
Madame Sarka looked down on me and pulled my hair.
'Are you, slave?'
'Yes Goddess Madame Sarka, i swear, i swear, i will work harder, be a better slave, i will do everything, everything, please, please, believe me.'

They gave me some rest and used me as a footstool. i was on my stomach, with their boots on my body. Most of the time in rest, but every now and then i received a kick.
'Are you sleeping, slave?'
'No Madame Sarka, no, no.'
Then, when i slowly began to believe the worst was over, the Princess Mistress ordered me on my back. Right away She placed Her boot on my tied balls and dragged Her heel deep inside the flesh. It almost lifted me of the ground.
'Where are you going, slave?'
Madame Sarka forced me down with Her boot and placed the heel on one of my nipples.
'Now slave, have you learned a lesson in submission?'
Madame Sarka pushed Her heel down and the unbearable pain set in again.
'Yes, yes, yes Madame, i swear.'
The heels dug in deeper.
'Are you sure?'
i screamed.
'Yeeeeesssss, M.Mada-ahhhhhh-me!'
Then relief!
my hands were freed, together with my cock and balls.
'Now, thank us properly,' the Princess Mistress said, 'lick our boots till you have no spit left in your mouth.'
And so the evening ended with licking their boots for a long, long, long time, crawling in front of them.
'The heel slave, suck it!
'Let Me see your tongue, let Me see how much he worships Me.'
I truly continued till my tongue was dry and my jaws became stiff.
'Do you like it, slave?
'Ohhhh yes, Mistress, so much, so much, thank You.'
And this answer, that came straight from my heart, made them both laugh.

Day 3
The second night in the cage was different. i was truly exhausted, but my whole body was in pain. i tried to get some sleep, but i was very tired when the 3rd day started with the exercise and right after that the cleaning work.
But being Madame Sarka's slave means pushing yourself to your limits, working 24 hours a day if needed. It's the most beautiful way to get into touch with the slave that you are. Because having to work this hard to please a Madame, and having to suffer for making mistakes, is so much better then a session in a dungeon in which you call the shots. This is slavery, this is how it should be. Being a slave is about pleasing a Madame, not about a Madame pleasing you.
So i worked hard again and on this 3rd day, really trying to make everything shine according to Madame Sarka's standards. Sweat was pouring down my back when i finally finished the last centimetres. Madame Sarka seemed to be satisfied with my effort and late in the afternoon i kissed Her feet one last time.
i returned home, knowing i had witnessed the beautiful reality of Female Domination and the beautiful reality of being one of Madame Sarka's slaves. i will treasure - in spite of all the agony - each second for the rest of my life, knowing i truly lived during these unforgettable days.

slave tom