The donkey
“The Donkey” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.
“Mistress Chantal is coming here for lunch today,” she orders clearly.
“Do you have any requests for lunch?” he asks her.
“I want a Caesar salad, grilled chicken, and a fruit cocktail – and add some freshly baked bread.”
Before she walks away, she turns around and continues her order. “She’s coming at noon. I know you can be a bit of a donkey sometimes, but make sure everything is ready on time. Mistress Chantal likes a sparkling white wine with her lunch, so go get her a bottle of bubbly right away.”
He knows what he has to do. He quickly puts on a pair of jeans and a shirt and heads out the door to run the errands. It’s now 9:30, so he doesn’t have much time.
When the doorbell rings at noon, he has just finished getting ready. He had even managed to dress appropriately in time. Exactly as his Domina likes to see him: naked and in restraints. Just as is expected of him among like-minded people. Only when people from “outside” came to visit was he allowed to receive them in normal clothing.
Salads and grilled chicken
He walks to the front door and opens it in a proper manner. He takes her to his Domina and then leaves the ladies alone. When he goes inside, he hears their laughter. Usually, the Ladies get along well. He sets the table and prepares the salads, the grilled chicken, the freshly baked bread, and the fruit cocktail for the ladies. When everything is ready, he knocks softly on the door and only enters the room when she calls him in.
Brand
“Everything is ready, Domina,” he says softly.
“Good. Come closer. I was just telling Mistress Chantal about your brand. I want to show it to her.”
He walks somewhat awkwardly toward the Ladies. On the one hand, he is proud of his brand, but now that so much emphasis is being placed on it, he feels a bit uncomfortable.
Mistress Chantal is visibly impressed by the scar bearing his Mistress’s initials.
“And have you seen his new CB yet? A stainless steel cage, so the bars can keep his cock in check.” She laughs loudly before continuing: “The poor thing thought there was no CB for him to buy. He had the arrogance to think his cock was too big. Can you imagine that? Just look at that little wimp!” Both ladies are now roaring with laughter. He stands there looking a bit awkward, even feeling a blush of shame creeping up his cheeks.
White wine!
“Slave, pour some white wine for Mistress Chantal! And hurry up a bit!” To emphasize her words, she gives him a slap on the butt. He quickly grabs the glasses to refill them in the kitchen. He knows he shouldn’t take too long. His Domina hates dawdling, so as soon as he’s filled the glasses, he hurries back into the room.
Knocking
“Aren’t we knocking anymore?” is his Mistress’s first reaction. He had indeed forgotten to knock, but the door had still been open. “Come here!”
He walks quickly to his Mistress. “On your knees and stay there!”
She walks out of the room, only to return with her single tail and something else he can’t quite place. He soon finds out, however, when she puts two donkey ears on his head. Two ears, pointing straight up, attached to a sort of headband.
“So, if you behave like a donkey, I’ll make sure you look like one too.” Both Ladies burst out laughing, and he stands there looking a bit lost. He feels the humiliation coursing through his body.
Lashes
“Here, Mistress Chantal, the honor is yours to give my slave ten lashes with this single-tail whip. After all, it is inappropriate for him to suddenly find himself in our space without warning.”
Mistress Chantal takes the whip and delivers the ten lashes to his back with a firm hand. All ten are direct hits, and red welts quickly appear on his back. He groans, and the ladies are clearly enjoying themselves. “We’ll keep that whip with us for a while,” he hears his Domina say. “Now, let’s have a nice meal!”
Patiently
The Ladies are enjoying themselves during lunch. He sits patiently on his knees by the door. His donkey ears still stand proudly on his head. The ladies are having a great time and enjoying the food. Then his Domina snaps her fingers, signaling that he must refill the glasses. Lost in thought, he doesn’t hear her and is startled when he hears his Domina calling him in a loud voice. “Slave, come here!” He rushes over to her. “Why don’t you respond when I snap my fingers? Mistress Chantal’s glass is empty! Refill it!”
Metamorphosis
She walks away from the table and returns with something resembling a strand of hair. “Apparently, the donkey ears aren’t enough to keep you focused, so I’ll just continue with your metamorphosis into a donkey!”
She holds the strand of hair in front of his face. “Your tail! Turn around!” He wonders for a moment how she intended to attach it to him, until he sees what’s on the table. Deftly, she attaches the “tail” to him by piercing the strand into his skin with a large needle. “There you go, donkey! Almost done. Now just bray for us a few times and you can go back to your spot.”
Bray like a donkey?
He looks startled. She doesn’t really mean he has to bray like a donkey, does she? Hasn’t she humiliated him enough already? And then that needle in his ass. She knows he’s afraid of needles, doesn’t she? He can see from her face that she’s serious. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the single tail still lying there. He shudders. “Ten times!”
“I-aa,” echoes through the room. The ladies start laughing. He feels as if his whole body has turned red with shame. And yet he feels his cock straining against its metal cage. In a bizarre way, it turns him on immensely. What a twisted mind he had, he thought to himself. And how well his Domina knew him—she knew exactly how to play him.
Doorbell
As if by arrangement, the doorbell rings after his tenth “bar.” He excuses himself to the Ladies and walks to the front door. He glances through the peephole to make sure the visitor is Femdom-proof before opening the door. Standing before him is Mistress Chantal’s slave. The men greet each other warmly; they’ve known each other for some time, having met on several occasions when the Ladies had arranged to get together. “Did they leave you in one piece?” he asks him. “He laughs, you can see… the ladies had a great time with me as their donkey.” To emphasize his words, he does a little spin so the other slave can see his tail.
Undress and wait
“Are you going to wait here? I’ll tell them you’re here.” He walks back to the room, knocks, and after a “come in,” he crawls into the room on his knees. “Your slave is here, Mistress Chantal,” he says, his gaze fixed on the floor.
“Have him undress and wait in the hallway; I’m not planning on leaving yet. I’m having far too much fun! What do you think, dear Moriah, shall we have a little contest to see which slave can take the most strokes with the single tail? The loser will prepare the next lunch.”
“Great idea!”
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Text: Mrs Moriah
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