Objects are Inferior to Slaves
Some Femdomosophers write of a gradation of masculine servility. An intellectual game of arbitrary, elastic, idiosyncratic constructs. The inferior gender can be used in many ways:
- Bois (and Cubs): junior males seeking guidance and supervision from someone wiser, often older.
- Servants: men whose pleasure is cleaning a woman’s home, running errands with no or little contact with a Domme.
- Submissive males: provide service, often are boyfriends and husbands. They live under authority blended with affection.
- Slaves: men who serve without question. Unconditional obedience to a Mistress Owner.
Objects: a well-known student of male objectification writes:
it is not regarded as a person,
it does not have options,
it is not owed anything,
it does not have any rights,
it is owned chattel – property!
This male is an object. Its Mistress Owners use it as servitor and pain toy.
When unused it is stored in a small cell in the basement. Walls of cinder blocks and cement block out light and sound. A cold, comfortless space without pillow, blanket or sheet. A mix of scraps, slave slop and urine its only sustenance.
Black loneliness erodes its mind. The worst beating is preferable to time in storage.
Often slapped and kicked but rarely spoken to. When brought upstairs, it instantly begins chores. The women enjoy chivying it with whips. The least error earns punishment. Flawless service does not exempt it from pain. The Mistress Owners bought it to hurt it.
The Dommes measure its suffering with clinical clarity. Aches are as routine as its heartbeats. Punishment agonizing. Playtime most terrible of all.
Its nipples and genitals go untouched until playtime. No body part is safe. But testes and nipples are most vulnerable. Have the most sensitive pain receptors. Their torment brings the loudest, most desperate shrieks.
First, they scour the male’s body with sandpaper. Heightening sensitivity to increase agony.
Then follow needles, clamps, lashes and hot pokers. Slow, cunning workers, they induce maximum anguish. The Dommes delight in its futile desperation. The women stop short of damaging its nerves, muscles and joints. Prudent sadists they want to play with it for years.
Their night’s play finished, it goes back in the dark cell. Tomorrow morning it will mow the grass and scrub the floor. Labor and pain define an object’s existence.