Weekend Male Humiliation Parties
Enjoyment of masculine misery is a hallmark of female supremacy.”
Mistress Ashton owns men. She does not buy them. Men beg to be her property.
They give up their civil and human rights. This is not legal. Mistress Ashton never feels bound by men’s laws. Men are stupid. No man is competent to limit a woman’s wishes.
When she locks a collar around his neck, freedom ends. He will live always as a woman’s chattel.
Not all of Mistress Ashton’s slaves are fortunate enough to live in her home. Money slaves send her most of their income.
Slave men tend her yard. Deliver packages. Run errands. They have momentary contact with their Mistress Owner. She takes ownership seriously. Suddenly a man wakes up in a strange woman’s chains. Mistress Ashton sold him.
She always has at least one live-in slave. She makes him unhappy. He does useful chores. His most important task is to suffer. Mistress Ashton delights in hurting him. His sadness is her joy.
Only occasionally does she torment him in the dungeon room.
Throughout the day, she kicks and punches him. Trips him. She curses him for clumsiness. Mocks his mind, manhood and appearance.
She hosts weekend male humiliation parties. Two days of ongoing male shame and degradation. Many males are present. Mistress Ashton makes sure all her guests insult and deride her slave.
Men adapt. No longer do her words wither his ego. He feels himself worthless. Nothing she can say now will eclipse the effects of earlier humiliations.
Mistress Ashton sells him. His future may be easier. Or spent digging ditches. She never inquires.
An innocent moves into her home. He is her new plaything. Her prey.
Just an insignificant item on a long list of miserable men.