Dreamed of Tough Superior, Women
In his eyes, she saw the lust of the weak for the strong. She could read his secret dreams. He was just what she sought: a weakling. If he wanted a woman to stomp him, she would oblige.
Not that his body was weak. Inside, he was a wimp.
She walked across the bar. Flexing her arm, she said:
Excited he lays his fingers on her biceps. Its hardness was thrilling.
The woman seemed tough, vital. He could not read her mood. She was smiling. She must be happy – or was it amused?
She clasped his shoulder. Her tight grip hurt yet he did not move.
“Come,” she said. Hesitation was impossible.
She led him to her car. The man started to speak. The woman put her finger of her lips. “Wait,” she said. Then added, “My name is Pam.”
Twenty minutes later they pulled in a drive. Pam’s house was small. Attractive but needing a fresh coat of paint. The grass was too high.
Inside the dimly lit house, she led him to a backroom. It was full of weights and exercise equipment. Much of the floor was covered by a thick gray mat.
Pam smiled, “Strip.”
His instant compliance revealed an erect penis.
“Look at that little thing,” she laughed.
He had never thought of it as small. Her laughter made him feel small. Suddenly he was flaccid. He stared down in dismay.
Pam spoke, “Hey, look at me!”
Her fist slammed into his face. He almost fell. Pam grabbed his throat. She punched him a few more times, released him, he fell.
His dreams had become nightmares. Had his libido doomed him?
“Poor little fellow, this is just foreplay. Black eyes and busted lips get me hot.”
Pam dropped her pants. Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled the man’s face between her legs.
“Get to work.”
Now he is a forgotten number. Reduced to a note in a folder buried at the bottom of a pile of missing persons reports. Friends and family assume he died.
He still lives.
His day begins when Mistress Pam takes him out of the tiny cage in the basement. He cooks her breakfast. He cleans the entire house daily. Watching him repeat the same dull drudgery daily, amuses his Mistress Owner.
Her house has been repainted. Her grass is always trimmed.
She drinks lots of beer. He is a busy human urinal. Especially when her friends visit. They, like Mistress Pam slap or kick him on whim. He licks their filthy boots clean.
Pam ties him to a punching bag. He, not the bag, is the target of her fists. She controls her punches, taking care to keep him conscious.
Pam’s girlfriend is a doctor. She repairs the damage. She never gives him painkillers. He is not allowed aspirin.
Pam takes care not to kill him. He wonders if she thinks that would be merciful. She does not want the bother of finding another drudge slave.
Eventually he will wear out. There are plenty of desperate wimps.