Cruel Dominant Woman Kicks Slave Man
For many slave men, removal of the chastity device is a rare freedom. Months of conscientious, flawless servility earn brief release.
This male’s Domme Owner unlocks him once weekly. The chastity belt key precedes pain not pleasure.
Two years ago, Mistress Dana accepted him as her slave. She stripped him of name. He is “slave,” nothing else.
She has not seen his face since then. Once daily, he removes hooded mask to shave. This is the only time he may close the bathroom door.
No name. No face. He is an object.
A useful object. One that mops, sweeps, polishes and cooks. Mistress Dana never thanks him for fulfilling his duties. His days are often silent. His Domme Owner speaks only to reprimand. A curt “stupid slave” precedes fist, cane or other tangible rebuke.
He is also a toy. Mistress Dana spends much of her day with clients. She always reserves free time. Her customers know these are inviolable hours.
Playing with slave is her chief recreation. Like most cruel Dommes, she has a collection of punitive and painful instruments, devices and furniture. Her favorite is a pair of boots. They taper to very sharp point toes.
She kicks slave. First, his thighs. Merely the warm-up.
Then his groin.
The mask cannot hide his facial contortions. She never gags him. His audible agony prompts her to kick harder, faster.
His genitals come last. If it were not for the soundproof walls, his shrieks would be heard by outsiders.
Mistress Dana forces herself to stop. Broken toys must be replaced.
Slave still trembles. Nauseated, aching, it will be hours before he can function.
Mistress Dana wriggles, pleasure momentarily overloading her nervous system. She does not mind making tea herself.