Chapter 3

Hello my name is Tim and what I am about to tell you is a story of sadness and despair.

About a week ago, me and my brothers Patrick, Albert and Sasha had become slaves to our bitch ex girlfriends. We spent more time in ouir Mistresses' place than our own. In college, we had to carry their girlfriends' bags while our Mistresses walked in front of them, chatting away about other people.

Because we spent more time with our Mistresses than our own gym coaches, our coaches told us that they were taking us off the list, forever ruining our chances of becoming future athletes.

Our mistresses were still kind enough to let us attend college, and of course our classes, only so that our lecturers don't start sending letters to our parents about how often we attend our classes or how high our absentee rate was.

In cafes they always made us carry their food tray for them, making us give them foot massages for sometimes up to 3 hours and suck on their toes in front of "other students", especially those who hated our Mistresses, while they all sat down by the hills within college property.

"I thought they broke up with them???" muttered a senior I knew.

"Maybe they lost a bet or something and so had to become their slaves," muttered a student who probably was a Filipino exchange student.

"It is true. They are witches and those poor jocks are under their spell," muttered a nerdy Irish-American student with specs.

Apart from college, we always followed our Mistresses shopping and our Mistresses spent far too much money and the four of us always carried the shopping bags.

At night the four of us would always be at one Mistress' house. While our Mistresses ate by a table, we ate on the floor, naked, on all fours like pet dogs and always ate from a dog bowl.

After dinner we had to lick our Mistress's clitoris. To them we were nothing but dogs-bdsm slaves to do with as they wished. When our Mistresses cum, we had to use our Blond hair to clean off the cum stains between their legs but never mind the cum stains on our own Blond hair or on our Nordic jaws.

As I continued lapping at Mistress ... Nita's cunt, I was deep into my thoughts.

Hitler was wrong. The Blond German men are not superior. The Brunette Persian women are superior. They own us, I told myself.

One night I remember when my brother Patrick was made to lie down on the living room floor, while opening his mouth so that his ex girlfriend/mistress Soraya could piss into his mouth, just in front of us. While the Persian girls laughed about it, I could see in Patrick's face that all this was hurting him ie physically but more mentally.

I could also see that Sasha and Albert hated what was being done to Patrick. How could do they do this to us?? We all used to be boyfriends and girlfriends and don't people remember old times' sakes. Don't these girls know we have feelings too.

The night after that we were all in Mistress Shermane's place, forced to watch a World War II movie where the Allies beat Germany and our Mistresses laughed at us, calling us all 'losers' and that Persians invented everything.

Then when the movie was over, the four of us (me including Sasha, Patrick and Albert) had to stand up naked, stroking each other's cock and our Mistresses would taunt us with hurtful questions:

"Who is the superior Aryan?" asked Mistress Shermane towards us.

"The Persian woman," we answered in unison.

"Why do Blond men exist?" asked Mistress Jazmin.

"To serve Brunette women," we answered in unison.

"Say ten good things about us?" asked my Mistress (Nita).

"You can discuss amongst yourselves and then answer," offered Jazmin.

We discussed amongst ourselves the things that we all knew to say until we heard my Mistress shouting at us.

"Hurry up," she screamed.

"That you are kind. You are beautiful. You invented everything. You created the first empire. You created writing. You were the first civilization. You are superior to everyone else. You invented democracy. You are smart and everyone would be stupid to mess with you," we answered very very quickly.

"Now say ten bad things about yourselves and about Germans," asked Mistress Soraya.

We discussed amongst ourselves until we heard the Mistresses telling us our time is up.

"That we are barbarians. That we are dirty. That we had no civilization till the Persians came. That we eat dog food. That we are dumb. That we are slow. That we are slaves. That we are inferior. That we lost World War Two. That we have been beaten by Persians," we answered in unison.

Our Mistresses laughed in unison.

Another night we were all lying naked on the floor while our Mistresses were sat in front of the television, while eating food off us, like those Japanese women in sushi restaurants.

One Friday afternoon, our Mistresses took us all to tattoo parlours to get tattooed. The owner was a Persian American Goth who was a close friend of Nita's and the other girls' and also hated Bush and the Pentagon.

Once all of four of us Germanic men were tattooed, our Mistresses forced us to display ourselves for their enjoyment.

On each of our necks were the initials of our Mistresses.

For Patrick, his front body said "Persian Property" and he had two nipple rings that had been attached together with a silver chain.

For Albert, his entire back had been tattooed with the map of Iran. Albert's right ass cheek had the American flag and his left one had the Iranian flag. But the top of his butt hole had a small swastika on it.

For Sasha, the words "FUCK ME" was tattooed above his ass cheek But in both his back as well as his front chest and tummy, were "Persian writings" that only our Mistresses understood.

As for me, my 6-packed tummy had the words imprinted "I Belong 2 Mistress Nita" in Old Roman English writing. As for my back, I had the words "Every Persian woman should own a German man".

4 Weeks Later

One Fine Night

I was alone with my Mistress in her living room. She was watching a film and I was kneeling in front of her, giving her foot massage. The movie she was watching was Breaking Dawn, the fourth Twilight movie. My Mistress was watching the movie but I could see that she was upset.

This last 2 weeks she did not give me much order but still allowed me to eat food whenever I felt hungry as she had no time for me but that I had to be at her home by 7PM. I have not seen any of my friends and their Mistresses but at night she would tie me up and have BDSM sex with me and bite me very often. Sometimes early morning while we are asleep, she would be having strange dreams where she would be beating me up and I had to wake her. when she woke up she was always crying and surprisingly apologizing to me and always kissing me, telling me to go back to sleep whole hugging me.