Man Bound to Public Toilet
As I have written elsewhere, professional slavers have become a large part of the Femdom Economy (Femdom-onomy).
Some professional Femdom slavers offer services not related to enslavement of men. For a stiff fee, they publicly humiliate men.
Some women pursue male public degradation as a full-time career. Dommes become experts at male shaming. Subjects weep as wives and children flee from them in disgust.
Being female supremacists, professional humiliators reject legal protection of the inferior gender. Enlightened women know males exist only for use and amusement of the superior sex. Men should be playthings and servitors.
Humiliation often revenges a male coworker’s insults. Rude male service workers suffer for haughty demeanor. Ex-girlfriends and wives repay infidelity and unkindness with degradation.
Minor acts are often lightly punished. An impertinent clerk discovers that his phones’ answering message has been shouting obscenities at friends and family.
Filthy used sex toys appear on a man’s desk at work.
Myriads of minor horrors make satisfying revenge.
Some women want retaliation full of sorrow and anguish.
One day someone leaves a message that a man has a personal emergency. He cannot return to work for a day or week. No one suspects his absence is involuntary.
Recovering from a soporific drug, the man opens his eyes. Filthy, dingy walls surround him. Perhaps an abandoned warehouse. Chains confine him; a gag silences him.
Alternately, white walls brightly lit; the room has an unwelcome resemblance to a surgery. Tight straps lock him to a bed. Gleaming instruments at his side suggest clinical terrors.
Unless exuberance overcomes the Domme, he will neither die nor be injured. She says nothing to reduce his fear.
Often she drinks lots of tea or coffee. On prior days, she ate large meals. Her Taser will force him to eat and drink filth.
She bruises his ego with contempt. He becomes ashamed of his body. More vicious words punctuate lashes. The Domme whips him repeatedly.
Torment fills his hours of captivity. He shrieks, screams until his voice dies.
Lucky men suffer for single day. Others are punished for several. His last hours are most poignant.
Maybe it is his office. Or his car. Perhaps a dive bar bathroom. Or where his coworkers go for lunch.
The Domme leaves the man covered in filth. Bound with rope or chains. Perhaps someone meanspirited will find him. Someone with Snapchat, Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter accounts.
Everyone hears of his disgusting public spectacle. No one believes his story. Friends discard him. Coworkers avoid him.
Facebook and Twitter become nightmares. His online acquaintances unfriend and unfollow him. Trolls replace them. Public mockery continues. This will fade. But too many people will remember. Any new acquaintance, potential employer will Google him.
He never learns why he was singled out. The woman would like to tell him. She is content to have ruined his life.
Originally posted 2017-02-10 07:33:27.