“Adam darling, come here please.”
“Yes, goddess.”
Adam curtsies and stands with his hands in front of his skirt.
“Adam, I noticed you have a stack of ironing to do. Now you are going to be busy today vacuuming and cleaning the kitchen, so what is your plan to finish ironing our clothes?”
Kurt says, “Doesn’t he have, like, some lines to do for Anna?”
“Oh yes, thanks for reminding me, honey. Adam, how are you going to get all this done?”
“Goddess, forgive me, I was going to get up extra early tomorrow and finish the lines. I have done 650 of 1000 lines I got. I promise I can get it all done. Is that, ok?”
“Oh Adam you are so stupid. You have ironing and housework and food shopping and lines. All to be done tomorrow. Listen, make a start and report to me on progress at 12 noon today. We’ll see how you are doing, ok?”
“Yes goddess, thank you, goddess.”
A normal gynarchy chat between goddess and sissy slave.
However, the rumbles of major change are in the air at the TV station.
“Babe can you give me a neck rub?”
“Yes, of course darling.
I go over to Kurt and go behind his chair and gently massage his bull neck. He is so strong and muscular; I can hardly make an impression with my slender and girly hands. He seems to like it though and moans pleasingly.
“Your muscles are really tense, honey. Is anything worrying you? You don’t need to worry about me, you know. I will be fine.”
“I know, are you worried about meeting with Jackson tomorrow, she seems quite reasonable.”
“She is a friend, but this is business. The ratings are steadily falling and the media is being particularly nasty about me personally. If the numbers don’t start to improve and look good, I may be looking for a new job.”
“But you aren’t freelance, they can’t just sack you, can they?”
“No, but they could give me a really shitty job in the hope I resign. There has been talk of offering me a newsreader job.”
“Would that be so terrible?”
“Depends on the financial package. Oh, kiss me honey…..mmmmmmm”
The ratings for my TV show have not increased in any significant way in the last 12 months. The TV Executives are considering ways of improving the situation and the problem seems to be mainly me.
I am too beautiful, too glamorous, not relatable to the ordinary gynarchy wife in the suburbs. Even though the average wife has a sissy slave like I do and is superior to every man she knows just like I am.
The tabloid press is full of stories of my lavish lifestyle and supposed lofty attitude.
It is true that I was raised in a privileged household.
My mom is a rich businesswoman and my 2 sisters are lawyers. We all earn mega bucks, have large houses and are married to successful and free men.
I do not usually take out my feelings on my sissy slave. It is not Adam’s fault that I am going through a difficult time. I have noticed, however, that he is annoying me more lately and | have had cause to slap him on a few occasions.
“Adam, come here. The master needs you to get him another beer. Hurry up, you idiot.”
“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.”
“When will lunch be ready?”
“In about 20 minutes, ma’am.”
“It is nearly 12 noon, honey. How are you getting on with the backlog of chores?”
“Well, goddess I have finished the lines Anna gave me and I have put them in her post tray. The ironing is almost finished, just 3 of Master’s shirts and your denim skirt left. I have put all the other clothes away and I have a slow hot wash on with your whites and Anna’s gym clothes. I believe I am on track, goddess.”
“Good boy. Now serve our lunch and then you can finish. Remember in future, darling. to tell me if you are getting behind, ok?”
“Yes, goddess. Thank you, goddess.”
I was told that it is because I am so glamorous that people are fascinated by me, but apparently that has now changed.
I don’t understand, we have weathered such lows before, what has changed?
I am sitting in an executive’s office to hear my fate. I go in to the familiar brown leather of May Jackson’s office.
“Please, take a seat Sarah. I have good news and bad news, ok?”
“May, please tell me the bad news first.”
“We have decided to cut the show completely. In its stead we are going to have a major programme of regional broadcasts. Kind of, “your local news, your local way.” I am so excited by it; it is going to blow our rivals away.”
“That sounds great, I have always supported local broadcasts. So, May, no Gynarchy Slave Show at all?”
“No, Sarah, we think it has had its day. Any news on that front can be done in the new show. The feedback we are getting is that every woman has a slave, so what’s new. You know we have struggled to get A list guests. No one wants to talk about sissies, they are so boring.”
“So, the good news?”
“We have had a lot of reaction to rumours of you being sacked. Most of our mail is supportive of keeping you in some way. The overwhelming majority don’t want you gone, Sarah, honestly.”
“Well, that is good, fans are still loyal I thought I was being criticised for being too glamorous, whatever that means!”
A sissy slave comes in with coffee and cakes. He is dressed in the black skirt and white blouse combination so favoured at the moment. He is cute and curtsies nicely. We both ignore him; sissy slaves do their job and go.
“Put it down on the side table, honey. Thanks, you can go.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Our proposal is that for the next year you go on an extended holiday and then in January next year we launch a new weekly chat show with you interviewing both celebrities and members of the public. We will meet regularly and try some ideas.”
“Ok, that sounds quite interesting.”
“Well think about it and let me know by Monday. I know from now, April, to January next year seems a long time. Why don’t you and Kurt travel a bit, or have an extended beach holiday. Here are our ideas in this pack.”
On the drive home afterwards, I reflect on what has been said and the ideas for a new show next year.
I discuss with Kurt and Anna, who both think I should go for it. I agree and sign a new contract.
However, the press and social media is vicious.
“Sarah is too up herself!”
“Who does she think she is. It is rumoured her new contract includes the demand that there be white doves and pink flowers in her dressing room.”
“Sarah does what her sissy slave tells her. Kurt likes to be the big alpha man but it is Adam who rules in that household.”
“Sarah hasn’t disciplined Adam for 3 months, what sort of house has a sissy slave who isn’t whipped? It’s just not natural.”
“I always thought Sarah was a bitch!”
Who knows where this stuff comes from? Of course Adam isn’t in charge, he is my lovely, sissy boy and I love him but I know he needs a whipping now and again.
I must admit it got to me and I was depressed for a while.
Kurt was supportive but because I wasn’t feeling horny, he lost his temper with me and Adam and even Anna. I decided to see a “mind woman” who could help me get my equilibrium back. I found Janine Kennedy through a good friend. She has had major success and so I booked some sessions.