Dreams of Cruel Pleasures Past & Present
Domme Nimue falls into an erotic reverie. Her imagination warms, heart speeds, body tingles. Memory revives experience. Her past appears as snatches of sexy narratives.
A man suspended from a St. Andrews cross. It was the day of teasing and denial. Then punished his arousal. Starving, parched, covered with welts, she grabbed his penis. It remained limp, tiny, pathetic. His phallus was physically intact. His mind rejected it.
Her personal best for destroying a man’s sexuality. Her success rendered him useless for her pleasure. A Mistress Farmer welcomed the gift of another strong back. Exhausted men never had energy for sex after grueling hours of drudgery.
She revels in such triumphs. Depriving men of something intimate and central – is there a greater sadistic thrill than such negation? For Domme Nimue calls it the acme of Femdomosophy.
Wrathful Mistress Owners punish the worst men by giving them to Domme Nimue. Sometimes it is only a threat. Men grovel in desperation. Plead for second chances. Third chances are unknown in Femdomosophy.
Another narrative starts.
A small cage is so tight the captive male cannot move. Shackles and chains reinforce immobility. Eyes bloodshot from earlier tears, stare at her in terror.
Just for fun, she frowns. He shudders. He feels as he would if he walked through a minefield. A wrong movement could make his world explode.
He cannot escape. Gripped by a sense of inevitable doom, psychic agony seems worse than physical hurt.
Domme Nimue knows better. Like the best sadist she has an intuitive grasp of male physiology and mentality. In weeks to come, first face slaps will seem comparatively loving.
Scarred flesh, anatomical distortion, sensory deprivation and electricity, sound and light will force him into abysses of anguish.
He will not die. She breaks but does not destroy men. That would be incompetent. If someone cares, reassembly requires only patience.
This man has yet to arrive. Ignorant of her next acquisition, she knows only in a broad sense what will follow. Much will be common, yet the blend unique.
Even if a man’s future is paradisaical, nothing will erase his time with Domme Nimue.