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Simulated Sex: Slave Man Makes Love to Floor

June 26, 2019 By Richard Evans Lee 1 Comment

Morning CBT

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“Make love to the floor.

“Kiss it!

“Lick it.

“Screw it! “

The man slams his body down. Groin crashes against stone.

“You look so stupid.”

Tormenting men, a joyous start for every day.

“Up and down! Harder, faster!”

Her riding crop stings. Pain ensures obedience.

His bruised genitals ache.

“Rub yourself against the floor! Drag your body back and forth.”

His testicles scrape against cement. He pauses. A mistake.

Her boots bang against his side. She yanks his shoulder, flips him over.

She whips his nipples. He tries to move away. Foolish man. Resistance brings worse pain.

Standing on his belly, she whips his penis and testicles.

Male tears flow. How boring and pointless.

Morning cardio finished, she orders him to make breakfast.

Originally posted 2017-05-14 08:08:16.

Degradation & Pain: The Femdom Beauty of Male Suffering

June 23, 2019 By Richard Evans Lee Leave a Comment

Heterosexual Faggot

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They only call straight men faggots. The women despise homophobia. That men were shamed by the word was contemptible. But they felt nothing but contempt for malekind.

When not cutting welts in a man’s skin, they enjoy maiming his ego. Masculine egotism is remarkably fragile. Men tell themselves fantastic lies. Such vanity is laughable.

The women had a new plaything. His cheeks reddened when they asked him if he were a faggot. Instead of simply saying no, his temper soared. Male anger should never go unpunished.

Male insecurity is woman’s toy.

They were certain the dildo would frighten him.

He refused to open his mouth. Locked to a spanking bench, he was helpless. Refusal requires punishment. It would be a long, painful weekend.

She pressed the dildo against his lips. He still did not open his mouth. She grabbed a fistful or hair and twisted. He yelled. The dildo slid in.

He tried to pull away. She held his hair tightly.

She grabbed one ear. Then the other.

Moving in and out, she pounded the back of his throat and his pride. He wept. Pain did not bring tears. He mourned the loss of self-esteem.

She began whipping him. The flogger kept time with the pummeling.

Pulling out of his mouth, she walked around him.

He screamed when she shoved the dildo in. His anus was tightly clenched. The stupid male caused his own pain.

Sodomy made him beg and plead. Both women laughed. Typically pathetic male. Pretenses of toughness concealed phobias and weaknesses.

It was the other woman’s turn. She had a big purple dildo. Thick rings made it a rough ride.

He choked on it. She held it in. Unable to breathe, terror made him urinate. Sunday would be nonstop punishment.

Today, they would continue his degradation. Humiliation mixed with physical pain.

They smiled at his visible misery. Men are most beautiful when they suffer.

Originally posted 2017-05-07 14:45:26.

Mistress Owner Sold Ex-boyfriend to a Male Master

June 7, 2019 By Richard Evans Lee 1 Comment

Domme Has No Love for Ex-boyfriend

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Not many years ago, but subjectively a lifetime past, he became her slave.

Zoey studied female superiority. She accepted the evidence for it and female supremacy. She converted her boyfriend. He addressed her as Mistress Zoey. His name no longer mattered. He knew who ‘slave’ was.

Mistress Zoey evolved in authority and personal power. Willingly her former boyfriend became her chattel.

He dedicated his life to service and worship. He cooked, cleaned and drank her urine.

A slave makes no decisions. Everything was decided by Mistress Zoey.

She locked him in chastity. He ached with need. His Mistress Owner never mentioned release. Only she enjoyed orgasms.

She discovered the pleasures of cruelty. The aluminum cane was the first of many purchases. How proud she was to see scars on her slave’s body. Her handiwork. Another confirmation of her superior status.

She tore at his heart. Embarrassing secrets became objects of mockery. He blushed. Often he wept. Mistress Zoey smiled. His humiliation was a joy to behold.

He knelt every morning at her side. She held his genital leash. When happy she permitted him to lick her boots.

Mistress Zoey was elated. She smiled and hummed. But did not invite him to worship.

When he signed the TPE contract, she stipulated that she had the right to sell him. He could not believe she would. He agreed.

Last night she sold him. His new owner would arrive soon. She had not told her ex-boyfriend. It would be a surprise.

Two surprises. She sold him and his new owner was a man. He owned a male slave ranch. His reputation was of great cruelty.

She laughed at his tears. The man had no patience for weeping slaves. He slapped the slave hard. Then took his new property to his van.

Mistress Zoey remembers that day with delight and pride. She proved her strength. Selling her ex-boyfriend confirmed that she had no foolish sentiment.

Men have no merit. Use them. Dispose of them. Never get attached to your inferior.

Originally posted 2017-03-26 20:22:31.

Mistress Owner Objectifies & Breaks a Slave Man

May 23, 2019 By Richard Evans Lee Leave a Comment

Mistress Owner Retrains a Man’s Mind

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His chastity belt denies him the most common pleasure of lonely men. The cell, Mistress Megan calls it a cage, is bare and cheerless.

Shackles restrict movement even more than the cage.

He was Megan’s boyfriend. Now he is her slave. She purges him of the relics of freedom. Strips him of humanness. Her goal? Total objectification.

His minimal meals consist of table scraps soaked in her urine.

“Forget food as you knew it. I take away the pleasure of taste.”

Repeatedly she reminds that his life’s purpose has changed.

“You exist to be used.”

She interrupts his imprisonment with time in the punishment stock (technically a pillory, Mistress Megan slapped a man who corrected her).

“No one asks about you anymore. You are forgotten.”

He knows there is no way out. He begged for this. He no longer weeps.

“Your ego must die. Your only thought to serve me.”

Locking him in place, Mistress Megan whips her chattel.

“You have no rights. No limits. Your enslavement is irrevocable.”

She strikes every part of his body. His genitals receive the final strokes.

“I hurt you to rebuild you. I will always hurt you. Your anguish is my delight.”

A session with her strap-on follows. She uses increasingly large dildos. Some have rough surfaces.

“I will break you. Once your mind shatters, I will put it back together. You will be my creature.”

She moves to the front. Shoving the silicone in and out of his mouth, she forces him to clean it.

“There are no rules. You will cringe at my frown. As your Mistress Owner I will fill your mind. Pleasing me dominating every waking moment.”

She put him back in the cage. The room is dark and silent.

Already he has become an it. She is everything.

Misery and worship are inseparable. Even when she is absent his is groveling at her feet.

Originally posted 2017-02-20 10:11:44.

Sexist, Masculine Man’s Enslavement

May 9, 2019 By Richard Evans Lee 1 Comment

Tough Guy Enslaved & Humiliated

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Years of diligence in the gym were no help to him. The chains were unbreakable. His was a prisoner. The strange stone walls deepened his fear. The chamber seemed to be in a church. Nothing holy was about to happen. His captor spoke:

“You don’t remember me, do you? Or your drunken ravings about women? Telling me that I belong in a kitchen?”

He was proudly “not PC.” Proudly sexist, though he would not use that word. Unsure of what to say, he kept silent. He attempted to look stoic but his face resembled a cartoon of a sullen caveman.

“Or do you? It doesn’t matter. I’m going to teach you about women. And men. Especially men like you.”

Finally, he spoke, shouting:

“You’re crazy.”

“If I am, you should be very afraid. At the mercy of a madwoman … “She laughed.

“I know why you resent women. Once I got you naked, it was obvious. You are tiny.”

He yanked the chains. Futile motions that made his shoulders ache.

“You have so little manhood, you should’ve gone to a salon and skipped the gym.”

“You bitch.”

“I’m glad we got that out of the way. I knew it was coming. Every time you say something nasty, I’ll do this.”

He had not noticed the whip in her hand. Narrow strips of leather stung his skin.

“You b— … Ow! Ow!”

She stopped.

“Only ten light strokes. You’re not tough. I should buy you some pink panties.”

He opened his mouth, then shut it.

“Already learning a lesson. But it isn’t enough.”

She lashed him again, this time with greater force.

“Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Tears streamed down his chest.

She stopped.

“Begging already. This is real progress.”

She pulled up a chair and sat.

“Begging is part of your new life. Men should be in the kitchen. As my slave, you’ll cook and clean.”

“You can’t do that. It’s illegal.”

“Femdomosophy teaches women that men’s laws are to be ignored.”

“You’re screwy.”

“Insult me all you wish. I have many whips. I want to hurt you. Making men like you suffer is my hobby. I’ll invite my girlfriends to join in your humiliation.”

His desire to defy her was obvious. He was afraid to open his mouth.

“Good. Men should not speak without permission. In a month, silent obedience will be natural. So-called tough guys never have the gumption to resist long.”

She reached over and pinched a nipple, squeezing it between fingernails.

“Ow!”

She laughed. The pleasure she took in his pain terrified him.

“That tattoo has to go. I’m going to cover your chest with scars.”

“Please …” He spoke softly, fearfully. His attempt to speak lapsed. Words were futile.

She pointed at the formidable dildo.

“Imagine this inside you. Then you’ll be the bitch.”

He closed his eyes, trembled. If only this would all go away.

His new Mistress Owner pinched his other nipple. He was hers. There would be no escape.

Originally posted 2017-01-28 05:59:19.

Slave Man Stranded in Bad Neighborhood

May 4, 2019 By Richard Evans Lee Leave a Comment

Bully Girl on a Motorcycle

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The man begged repeatedly to be Maggie’s slave. He promised he would do anything and everything she commanded. He would never hesitate, question or refuse an order.

He got his wish.

Maggie had never cared to have men around the house. Men stunk. They were too stupid to put up with. As a girl, she thought boys were icky. Age did not diminish the feelings, just the words.

She worried that if she kept a slave, she would kill him. That would not trouble her conscience. The law would be the act as worse than pesticide.

When in the mood, she would find a man, slap him around. Kicking men always relaxed her. She kept her favorite whip in her backpack. But live with a man … – never!

Then she decided she wanted a servant. Someone to cook and clean. A man she could just reach out and slap for the fun of it. Or slam her strap-on down his throat.

She would keep him downstairs and out of sight when not in use. A gag or muzzle would prevent him from accidentally saying a word without permission.

Her slave would be a total nonperson. It would have no name.

While she was considering this, the guy made his offer. Some men’s begging is akin to demanding. But Maggie let him sign a five-year TPE contract.

One he was her possession, she ordered it out of its clothes. She strapped him to the back of her motorcycle. She took the wretch to a mostly deserted, very seedy part of town.

She told the slave to go stand on the sidewalk. Maggie gave it the finger and drove away. It would learn about “anything and everything.”

She returned a couple of hours later. She brought friends in case she needed help to retrieve the slave.

They found it shivering with terror in an alley. Its orifices had been penetrated. A black eye and bloody lips seemed the only damage.

The slave became a flawless servitor. It feared Maggie. Feared and worshiped her.

Originally posted 2017-01-20 11:51:25.

Electroshock Training & Conditioning

March 26, 2019 By Richard Evans Lee 1 Comment

First Electroshock Session

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Males are mechanisms. Men can be programmed. Picture your slave as a robot, one that can feel pain.
-Femdomosophic Fragments

Mistress Nell chained the new male to a small bondage rack. The man would be uncomfortable. Discomfort aids in male manipulation. Exposed anatomy enables easy torment.

The new male was wired. Mistress Nell used electroshock in the first stage of a man’s conversion to slavery. The man volunteered for servitude. His prior life ceased.

Even males who want slavery need reprogramming. Vestigial feelings of freedom are destroyed, replaced by consciousness of his new status as a chattel.

The electrodes pinching his nipples were set to a comparatively mild voltage. Shocks would be painful but not cause heart attacks.

Genitals would receive much stronger, excruciating jolts.

Mistress Nell enjoyed talking, often mocking, men during discipline and punishment sessions. She instructed them not to talk back.

“You may scream. Do not speak to me unless I ask you.”

She pressed a button, his nipples burned. He yelped. She laughed. Electroshock always put her in a good mood.

“Your penis has given you much pleasure. In your new life, it will be a source of much more pain.”

She touched the man’s glans with the rod. He screamed. Male screams and shrieks never hurt her ears. Tapping other parts of his penis prompted more piercing shrieks.

His arms and legs fought against the chains. Involuntary responses. The metal held fast. He only added to his pain.

Pressing another button, Mistress Nell shocked the man’s tongue. Further tongue shocks would leave him unable to speak. He had nothing to say that she wanted to hear. Later she would teach him how to pray to her.

Mistress Nell pressed the rod against his scrotal sac. His groan was strange. Like some alien beast in anguish.

“No man has ever been able to describe that sensation to me. Have another jolt.”

Only a few minutes had passed. Already the novice slave felt desperate. His Mistress Owner enjoyed his distress. She wanted him to fear her.

The session would for two or three hours. Another would begin after supper.

Later she would insert the electric butt plug. Anal shock broke the most stoic men.

Originally posted 2016-12-16 11:59:50.

Female Supremacy Reorientation Therapy

March 22, 2019 By Richard Evans Lee Leave a Comment

Disciplinarian & Therapist

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Cal did not understand why Pam wanted to go to a relationship counselor. Pam was taller than he, which thrilled him. She was bossy, but he liked that.

Pam often called Cal her slave. Cal was confused and troubled by this. He did not understand. He did whatever Pam asked or demanded. She wanted more.

Pam told Cal that he was not fully committed to their relationship. He felt he was. Cal loved and adored her. He agreed to see a counselor.

The counselor shocked Cal. She also ignored him. The two women spoke as if he did not exist or was a child who could not understand.

Pam spoke:

“This is the man. He is desirable in many ways. But he does not understand his place in the scheme of things. He is innately submissive but conventional thinking is blocking his discovery and acceptance of his inferiority.”

The counselor replied:

“I recommend a thirty-day reorientation program. My system has a 100% success rate. I have helped dozens of Mistress Owners, enslave their husbands, boyfriends and bosses. There’s no doubt that I can rehabilitate this specimen. The program is very strenuous, extremely painful. But he needs to get used to corrective pain anyway.”

Cal was not sure what they meant. It sounded awful. He wanted no part of it. He told Pam it was time for them to leave.

Pam turned to the counselor who said:

“Time to begin, help me get his clothes off.”

Pam held Cal while the counselor stripped his clothes off. She cuffed his hands behind his back.

Cal was struggling and screaming. The counselor signaled Pam to hold him by the elbows.

Using her riding crop, she spanked his scrotal sac. Cal screamed. Begged her to stop. She made it clean that he had to stop first. He shut up.

Aching, weak and demoralized, Cal looked at Pam.

“What kind of counseling is this?”

“It is more like therapy. I don’t need to change. You do. She will begin your transformation. In a month, you will learn to call me Mistress Pam and accept your status as my slave. My property.”

The counselor/therapist added:

“I’m the number one female supremacy reorientation therapist in the world today. Many men have preceded you. Soon you will join them in grateful servitude.”

Cal tried to speak but was too stunned.

Pam said:

“Time for me to go. I’ll see you in a week. By then you should be ready to kneel and lick my boots.”

Originally posted 2016-12-15 15:00:12.

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Sexist, Masculine Man’s Enslavement

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