Man Suffers in Isolated Confinement
Mistress Roberta firmly disciplines men. Her relationships with males remain female ascendant and authoritarian.
Women do not need to rationalize or explain disciplining men. There is no such thing as surplus punishment. Males always benefit from spankings and whippings.
No man should pass a day unspanked. Even men who served Mistress Roberta briefly bear ineradicable marks.
Her slave men strive for perfection, conform to her protocol. They do not ask if it is logical. That it is her will is sufficient.
Men must enter and leave on hands and knees. Small carts enable men to bring food without standing. The man’s front must face her. She always see slaves’ faces.
At an early age, Mistress Roberta discovered the joy of making men suffer. For her cruelty is like breathing. Necessary and healthy.
She discovered some men acquire pain tolerance. Means of inducing extreme suffering are too risky. She discarded such men.
Mistress Roberta sold men she wanted to retain. She searched for an infallible means to make these men miserable and unhappy. But not destroy their use.
A used bookdealer, who knows her well, offered her a collection of rare vintage Femdom magazines. She bought them all.
Mistress Roberta’s original interest was in the clothing worn by earlier dominatrices. She discovered a new enthusiasm. An art that gives her the pleasures of creativity; a means of hurting men without permanent damage.
Every magazine had photographs of men in bondage. Male bodies bent and twisted, suspended from ceilings, locked to strange furniture.
She binds men tightly. Gagged, often blindfolded some go into special containers, others into tiny rooms.
Mistress Roberta plays with each man. Slaps, kicks, whips, punches and attaches clamps – her favorite games. Then locks the plaything in and leaves.
Alone, immobile, the man’s muscles ache. His joints burn. His body resents and fights confinement. Cramps overwhelm him.
Metal shackles do no weaken; leather straps stay tight. If bound kneeling, knees scrape against the floor. Constant compression brings agony.
Isolated, his only companion is pain. Pain without Mistress Owner. Her laughter. Cruel words. He lacks the only thing that softens suffering: her presence.
He cannot control his bladder or bowels. Quickly the stench becomes overwhelming. An air tube prevents asphyxiation.
Has she forgotten him? Will he stay locked, unwanted forever?
Emptiness and loneliness leave a mind defenseless. Without other stimuli, it is impossible to distract yourself from the body’s agony.
Lost in a private universe of infinite anguish he prays for her return. Tries to project his thoughts into her mind. She never hears his prayers.
Two days later she releases him. Slowly shock fades. His body becomes usable.
A few days later Mistress Owner removes him from a cage. At her command, he roles on his back, licks the filthy soles of her boots clean. He is so grateful to be permitted to grovel.
She used him horribly, subjected her slave to a nasty, terrifying experience. He feels neither anger nor bitterness. More than ever she is his supreme being, his Goddess.