Domme Owner is Slave Man’s Universe
Do not think of a man as a living human being. See him as unliving matter, animated by woman’s will.
Domme Joanne calls the room the Training Room. She also calls it the Punishment Room and Playroom. The term matches her moods. Whatever her purpose, it is always the Fun Room.
To slave it is the room he lives in and suffers in. He recognizes punishment because Domme Joanne screams at him, curses him. Verbal violence once made it difficult for him to control his bladder. Once he failed. Punishment for that made him afraid to urinate for a week.
Domme Joanne having a four-legged urinal rarely needs to use her bathroom.
She gives slave three places to sleep.
If she feels happy, he sleeps on the rough, army surplus wool blanket.
Otherwise, he sleeps in a small cage. She sometimes dreams of his discomfort, fairly accurately pictures his inability to find a position of comfort.
When she is angry, slave rides the punishment horse for the night. His perineum scars often ache.
Slave is allowed out of the room to clean, launder, do yard work and cook. His only recreation is reading books on female supremacy and male slavery. He believes he is inferior. He accepts that his Domme Owner has the right to do whatever she wishes with him.
Domme Joanne is his universe. She visits friends. None come to her home. Not allowed to watch TV, it has been years since he has seen another face.
Her main recreation is playing with slave. She has many whips, floggers, clamps, shackles and is steadily buying more.
She occasionally dates men. Limiting herself to one or two nights with a man. She is looking for a bull. She wants to find a man who enjoys teaching heterosexual males how to service men. She likes to think of two men taking slave at once. Imagines him crying, as the two studs pummel him.
The last fragments of his ego will be gone.
Sometimes she thinks of having him gelded. The humiliation would be great. But she would miss slave’s scrotal sac. She almost did it to him by accident. A little more force and the sac would have ripped free of his body. Never had she seen such satisfying fear in his eyes.
Domme Joanne is worried that he is becoming hardened. Sadistic games are wearing away his capacity for fear and his hate of pain.
Passive acceptance would be unacceptable.
She won’t murder him. For reasons of prudence. To her, a man is an object. “Unliving matter” is a phrase she once read.
She would probably give him to a slaver. He would not sell for much. She would not expect him to.
His response to being cast off, might be enjoyable enough to justify doing it.
She wonders if she would miss the slave. That would be embarrassing. Two weeks with a new human toy and he would be forgotten.