Mistress Owner began with strap-on humiliation. Even before a man’s first spanking. Penetration popped the male ego.
She mocked her prisoner:
“Mine is bigger than yours. Your little lump of meat is pathetic.
“This is the only working penis in this house. Yours will never be unlocked.
“You are probably impotent anyway.”
She shoved with vicious force.
“Did that hurt, you pathetic male? Pain is part of your new life.”
She demanded he look in her eyes. Instant swats of the cane reprimanded straying eyes.
“Look at the face of your Mistress Owner. You are mine. You are my slave.
“Your kind wastes freedom. Your kind needs to be in chains, under female authority.”
She squeezed his scrotal sac. She clenched her fist. He tried to squeal through the gag.
“Maybe I should cut these off.”
He stared at her, frightened that she would.
“You can keep them. Only because I can use them to make you shriek and plead.”
She pulled out, coated the dildo with ointment.
Seconds after she plunged by in, his back arched with pain. He began to sweat.
“Wintergreen oil is hot, isn’t it? I often use it to punish disobedience.”
The slave remained locked to the bondage chair.
Anal pain finally knocked him out. Mistress Owner went for a snack. When she returned, it would be time for his first cane spanking.