Her Rubber Hood Enslaves Men
Fear is a man’s mentor. He should tremble at the idea of failing to please his Mistress Owner.
Domme Adams’ men fear her. Instant obedience follows every command.
If a man errs, he throws himself to her feet. Trembling, abasing himself, begging for mercy.
A skilled owner of the inferior gender, Domme Adams’ infallible method creates perfect servitors. Men who kneel without thought. Males devoid of ego.
Her devices are an old chair from Goodwill, rope from Home Depot and a thick, untearable rubber bag from Amazon.
She does not speak. Without warning or admonition, she slips the rubber bag over the man’s head. Yanking the bag tightly against his face, she cuts off his air.
The man panics. He struggles. Futile motions.
She loosens the bag. The man gulps air. Again she tightens the bag.
He tries to hold his breath.
With a clip she locks the bag in place.
Grabbing a cane, Mistress Adams whips his belly.
Involuntarily he struggles to breathe deeply.
She unclips the bag. Allows him several deep breaths. Then shuts the air off.
Swiftly she moves to his front and beats him with the cane.
Domme Adams continues for an hour.
She yanks the bag off.
Desperate, shattered the man tries to speak. His lips move but he cannot form words. Finally he manages to say the word ‘beg.’
Domme Adams knocks the chair over. She steps on his face, a boot sole over his lips.
He licks the sole of her boot.
She has not said a word. The man knows she owns him.
She tests him later. He must punch himself in the face. He obeys. He busts his lips, blackens his eyes.
She is satisfied. Fully enslaved, he will never defy or question her.
Bored with him, she puts her new slave in a cage. Tomorrow his chores begin.