Dominated by a Muscle Goddess
SexyLark aka Tasha Commissioned for Femdomosophy
His muscular Mistress Owner asked:
“What are you, slave?”
“A man, Mistress.”
“Yes. Like all your kind, you are lazy, stupid. Men!” She always spoke the last word as a term of disgust and abuse. ‘Man/men’ could anything be worse?
Mistress Salvagnna looked down at him. The contempt in her eyes made him flinch. He worshiped the brutal muscle goddess. She loved using him as a punching bag.
She grabbed him by the neck. Lifted his body, threw him at a bank of lockers. Stunned by pain, he almost fainted.
Scurrying on hands and knees he crawled to her, kissed her toes.
Her feet shoved him away. Mistress Salvagnna repeatedly kicked his testicles. He wanted to curl into a ball. But that would make her even more cruel. By her standards, this was only play.
“Get dressed, runt. It is about time to open.”
Mistress Salvagnna owned a gym. Its membership was small and distinct. Exclusively female, the women were as magnificently muscular as his Mistress Owner. Like her, they despised the male gender.
He was a communal slave. Running errands, accepting verbal and physical abuse from the super women. None of them knew his name. To them he was rat, worm, dumbass and even faggot. Some gave him nicknames: one woman called him ‘inadequate’ another ‘bitch boy.’
They all laughed at his tiny penis.
Tardiness and mistakes earned slaps and kicks. Every hour included some form of public humiliation. Rather than taking time away from their workout, many women used his mouth as a urinal.
At night he cleaned the gym. Mistress Salvagnna made sure he got enough rest. His labor cost her only food. Having a man to abuse was a wonderful perk for members.
Most owned men. But it was nice to have a piece of human trash to bully without worry about his feelings or any consequences.
Mistress Salvagnna told him that he was the man of the future. One day all men would be like him.
More Femdomosophy inspired by SexyLark’s 3D Femdom art.