Sadistic Mistress Enslaves Muscleman
Haughty sadism is the natural state of the superior gender. Men are born to serve and suffer. Some serve by suffering.
–The Femdomosophic Fragments
Where am I? The captive muscleboy’s first question. The effect of rohypnol tapers. Grogginess fades. Feeling returns; vision clears. Oh God!
Dried blood and sweat coats his body. The residue of last night’s torture. Thick chains hold him to a brick wall.
Pride and strength have ebbed. Arrogance shattered, he stares at his captor with fear. Who is she? Last night her only answers to his questions were lashes and laughter.
“Please, why am I here? What have I done to deserve this?”
The woman presses a finger against a wound causing sudden sharp pain. Licks a little blood from her fingertip. Her hands run across his chest, stomach and arms. Many women have caressed him. But always in worship. The strange dominatrix(?) Is indifferent to his physique.
She grabs his penis. It grows, hardens. His big, thick penis has always been a source of pride. His captor seems only amused.
“Why? I saw your muscles, the large lump in your pants. Women fawning over you. Disgusting. Machismo should be a crime. In my world it is.
“You deserve to suffer. You are a man. Men should kneel before women. Fear women. Serve and worship women.”
“But why me?”
“Because you were near. Don’t think you are special. You are just another man about to learn the truth about women and men.”
“I like women. They like me.”
“Women who are not yet aware of their proper status. Women are better than men. Every woman is the superior to every man. You are inferior to me. Your old life is over. Your new life begins.”
“I like my life. Let me go. Please let me go.”
Her cane broke his lips. He whimpered.
“You will become my new slave. Those big muscles will spend hours in hard labor. Digging useless holes, then filling them. Carrying rocks only to return them.”
She whips his chest. His nipples redden, grew ragged.
The Domme turns away. Picks up a bottle, pours out red fluid on a sponge. She wipes his nipples. Hot sauce on bruised skin burns. The man shakes, struggles against the chains. At last he begs.
“Please, I’ll do whatever you want. Please, stop the pain. I’ll be your slave.”
“I’m enjoying your suffering. This is just a foretaste of your new life. When you aren’t working or sleeping, you’ll be in my dungeon.
“You will be my slave. You have no choice. Pain will destroy resistance. Humiliation weakens your ego. In a month you will be afraid to defy me.
“You will cringe when I frown. Groveling at my feet will become as normal as breathing.”
Her cane slashes his penis. His phallus reddens under the beating.
Soon she whipped his testicles. The helpless muscleman screams and shrieks. Testicle torture humbles the most powerful man.
Pain distorts his begging. Words become gibberish. This does not matter. His new Mistress Owner has neither pity nor mercy nor interest in his pleas.
His physical superiority is as nothing compared to the will of a sadistic woman.