Bodily Contortion & Distortion
Males should fear their Mistress Owners. Men must forget their desires. Malekind’s role fulfilling women’s wishes. Nothing else. Pain is the only cure for wayward males.
“Slaves don’t ask for favors or treats. Slaves exist to serve and please.”
Mistress Gala finished strapping the man to the chair. She shoved a dirty stocking into his mouth.
“You are a disgustingly willful animal. I will cure you.”
She sat on his chest. The pressure of her weight stifled his breathing. He felt that he might suffocate. Inadequate shallow breaths, as fearful as painful. Unseen tears slipped down the side of his head.
She tapped the bell. Another slave served the first course.
Between the strap and her buttocks, he could not move. He moaned. Mistress Gala relished the sound of useless repentance.
She never rushed a meal. After dessert, she lit a cigarette.
Sliding back, she sat on his face. His suppressed scream was barely audible. Painful pressure, made his neck ache. Distorted muscle and cartilage whimpered for mercy.
The slave had begged Mistress Gala to sit on his face. She made sure he did not enjoy it.
Never had a man been foolish enough to ask her to please him. A strict Femdomosopher, Mistress Gala had no interest in men’s hopes and wishes. His forwardness disgusted her.
This was his punishment. Even without the weight of his Mistress Owner’s body his contorted frame ached.
In the morning, another slave would bring him to her bedroom. She would sit on him while applying cosmetics.
Again, at dinner time.
She required he complete his normal duties. Merely being awake hurts. Bending and moving filled every second with anguish.
For him, a week would feel like months.
Satisfied, she would discard him. The memory of his wilfulness made his presence intolerable.
Taught proper fear, his next owner would find him a fawning, obsequious slave male.
Originally posted 2017-06-01 11:01:21.