Man Needs Servitude & Suffering
If one man cannot be punished, punish another. Males must accept the burden for all their gender’s wickedness and folly.
Ann is a police officer by day. She joined the force recently. An able woman, she will rise. Become a detective. She also is a member of a hidden cadre within the police force. Femdomosophic women preparing for the day when all men will live under women’s discipline.
She punctiliously enforces the law. Men must pay for their crimes, however small. Females are privileged. Women never receive tickets. To her, gender fairness is foolish. Inherent inequality is a foundation of her female supremacist philosophy.
Male offenders anger, sometimes frustrate her. Impertinence is not yet a crime. Petty thieves run. Crooks resist arrest. When she can, Ann uses force. Beating men is a pleasure. But often she must bite her lip, control her natural impulses.
Sexism is still a problem with some male officers and officials. Until she has seniority, Ann moderates her responses. She keeps a list against the day.
Ann owns a man. He works half a day at a health food grocery. He is her household servant. She is strict. The wood floors stay clean and polished. Good hot meals are waiting when she returns home.
Knowing his inferiority, the male maintains a humble demeanor. His goal is to please Mistress Owner. In his heart is only worship. Pure adoration of the woman who condescends to use him.
Ann is a sadist. She feels no shame. She feels pride. Patient, cunning, imaginative she is an unhurried, creative Tormentress.
When she offered him a life of slavery, Ann warned him. A male, he must suffer. That she will laugh at his misery. Smile when he cries.
He sought this. His life cannot be complete if he is not hurt by a woman. His screams and moans would be prayers. Welts and scars are visible token of his natural slave’s heart.
His flawless service never gives her a reason to discipline him. That is good. He offers flawless service. She needs no justification. Ownership justifies her actions.
Sadism and suffering. Dominance and subservience. All form an indivisible bond between woman and man.
After supper, he serves her coffee. If she nods, he leaves the dishes unwashed. His place is the basement. There he sits, curious what this night will bring. It is his nature to both fear and welcome pain. The masochist’s superpower.
Finishing her coffee, Ann follows.
On work nights, they follow the same pattern. He strips. Ann binds his naked body to a punishment platform.
Ann makes a game of it. She hits him for everything a man did during the day to displease her. Sort of payback for male rudeness, defiance and inappropriateness.
She uses a specially made flat cane. Each stroke makes him shudder. Sometimes she uses the edge. He tries to scream but the gag enforces silence.
Ann loses count. Eventually her slave cries. He has a high pain threshold. His tears fulfill her. Five to fifteen minutes later his beating ends.
Released, he falls to the floor. Exhausted, he can barely crawl to his Mistress Owner.
He thanks her and licks her boots. She also is exhausted and soon leaves.
He rests on the stone floor. Slowly he recovers, crawls to his cot.
In a few hours, it will be time to make Ann breakfast. This is the life he chose. The life he needs.