Patient, Meticulous, Cruel
Male suffering is an inherent part of female supremacy. This is the fundamental truth of Femdomosophy.
One could glibly talk of abysses of agony, infinities of anguish. If such could exist, the sufferer would be instantly snuffed out. The worst male torment is not so grandiose. Patient, meticulous Mistresses are the most fearful.
The slave dealer described him as durable goods, the right kind of tough meat. A man in perfect health with an excellent genetic profile (men with undiagnosed defects fail too quickly).
She only buys durable goods. She is rough with her toys. They should not be too easily broken. She is a virtuoso of cruelty. Her art: extended, nuanced agony.
A physician by trade, she knows the anatomical limitations of male bodies. The brittleness of bones. The pliability of cartilage and integuments.
Looking at man, she sees his nervous system. She knows all the conventional, flashy techniques of inducing pain. And obscure, subtle methods to make men shriek and weep.
Like every female sadist, she enjoys evenings with whips, tawses and quirts. More often she torments minor body parts.
What she can do to the space between a man’s toes makes him desperate to cut off his feet. She gave one man a saw. A mistake, he bled to death.
She quickly outgrew gross torments. Butchery is boring. No musician would take an axe to his instrument.
Suffering is of the mind. Skin allows her to attack what is within.
The universe is empty of anyone who cares that he aches. She does, but as a connoisseur. Her heart is empty of empathy or sympathy for the inferior gender.
Her pranks dishearten her prey. Once she used a special mask. Tubes led from mouth and nose. They connected to a device akin to a harmonica. His involuntary attempts to squeal and shriek caused silly noises. He felt as if she forced him to mock his suffering.
Her first evening with a new plaything is routine. She begins with whip and cane. Carefully she observes his response. Her fists follow. Giving a man a black eye and bloody lip is tireless fun.
Gauging his pain tolerance, Mistress plans the initial play sessions.
On the second day, she feeds him lavishly. He spends the day in a cell with a soft chair and mattress. Exploiting male optimism makes an excellent prelude to anguish. Foolish creature, he feels betrayed when shackles replace luxury.
Mistress begins gently. Her prey does not realize this. Each week brings more terrible torment.
After a month, he is sure, she has done the worst. He has that delusion repeatedly.
As his capacity to recover diminishes his scheduled suffering slows. She strives to extend his suffering.
He begins to wear out. One day his heart fails.
She is not disheartened. His replacement is enjoying a day of comfort.
( * I think I have seen one other drawing by this artist.)