Man’s Exhausted Ruination
Mistress Ahndrist is the cruelest woman.
All Femdomosophical Dommes know men are inferior. They delight in male suffering. They disdain men, despise them. Few hate them. Hate them for being alive.
The wretched gender does not cause strong passions. Sadistic treatment keeps males in check. Forces them to daily confront intrinsic worthlessness.
Perhaps that is just highfalutin rhetoric. Dare we doubt women’s words?
Mistress Ahndrist has a special animus against men. Why? She is not the kind of woman anyone questions. Even other Dommes.
As a young woman, she shredded men’s skin with whips. What some call verbal abuse was just her habitual manner with the disgusting gender.
This changed with age. Occasionally she uses a man as a human whipping post.
But not her live-in slave men. Consider her current chattel. His slow, steady ruination.
She berates him continually.
“You are stupid. Incompetent. Even among men, you are a despicable specimen.”
She never yells. Her cool, undemonstrative manner wounds more deeply than sarcasm. She merely speaks the truth. He feels himself an irreversible error.
A pitiable creature, pain slaves have better lives.
At bedtime, Mistress Ahndrist takes him to an outbuilding. He sleeps astride a punishment horse.
Sitting on the horse is agonizing. The sharp pressure against his perineum makes sleep difficult. The ache persists through waking hours. There are no moments devoid of pain.
He cannot make himself more comfortable. Movement hurts.
Were his balance to fail, he would fall into an even more hurtful position. Though he might break his neck.
Rare dreams are nightmares. In them he is locked to the punishment horse.
Sleep is shallow, fitful. Relaxation impossible. Refreshing interludes of unconsciousness unknown.
His joints ache. Lack of rest impedes healing.
Life is an exhausted blur. Chores are misery. He forces himself to function. Should scrub floors too slowly, Mistress Ahndrist’s cattle prod impels him to faster labor.
She no longer lets him cook her meals. Tasks that need thinking are beyond the somnambulant drudge.
Recently she reduced his allotment of slave slop. She starves him.
The effect: strength ebbing, days are even more burdensome.
Once he is skinny, she will replace the slave. First, she will take him to a special facility.
Some call it the Slave Pound or Femdom Goodwill. Here many unwanted men go. Their former owners never wonder what happens to their castoffs.