Pitiless Delight in Dominating Man
SexyLark aka Tasha Commissioned for Femdomosophy
Keep your male busy with work. Never worry about your slave’s comfort. What would be abuse for a pet, is what a man deserves. Give him nothing else, nothing more.
– Femdomosophic Fragments
“Scrub harder! Faster!”
Young Mistress Serena’s verbal brutality concealed her delight. Last week she enslaved her boyfriend. Her first slave man.
Suppressed sadism and consciousness of superiority found an outlet. She would shred his ego. Wound body and heart.
“You’ll scrub every square inch of every room in my house.”
Setting her shock prod on low she tapped his buttock. He screamed, lost his balance, dropped to the floor.
Mistress Serena kicked him in the side. He moaned. Her laughter hurt worse than the kick.
“Back to work!”
She waited two years for this. Even as a girl she liked to see boys fall off bikes and skateboards. Serena believed herself sick, wicked.
In a used bookshop one day, she discovered a batter copy of an edition of Femdomosophic Fragments. Frequent rereading erased doubt and guilt. She learned to be proud of her cruelty.
Patiently waiting for adulthood, Serena dreamed making men cry and beg. Of whipping them until their bodies were red and ragged.
She kicked him, a toenail scratching his rectum. He screamed.
Frantic, the hapless man scrubbed as intensely and speedily as possible.
Mistress Serena knew this. That did not stop her from shoving her electroshock prod into his anus.
She would give him five minutes. Then kick him awake. His merciless Mistress Owner would work him without pity.
He would scrub every floor. But he had yet to finish the first room.