Man’s Voluntary Slavery
Many women of the Femdomonomic underground abduct men or buy men who were kidnapped by professional Femdom slavers. Femdomosophic Mistresses generally eschew this practice.
Voluntary submission is sought. The need to serve must be so strong that a man willingly gives himself to a woman. He abandons his civil rights to be a Mistress Owner’s slave.
Femdomosophic slave contracts are irrefrangible. The male commits to a lifetime of servitude.
These Mistresses are difficult to approach. They know the male mind is muddied by lust. Desire distorts male perception. Most men cannot endure real slavery. They fool themselves.
A Femdomosophic woman wants only a man who knows himself. Not one whose penis deludes him.
Eventually a Mistress meets a man at a munch group or fetish party. She plays with him. There is an affinity. She never rushes. She must be certain that a man has both the need and temperament for chattel slavery.
If he says no or even hesitates, the offer is gone forever. Mistress moves on.
A man who gives himself away loses his old life. His past, his roots, his family – all are discarded. He learns to never think of the future. His mind and heart focus on the eternal presence of service to his Mistress Owner.
The man in the picture, begged for chattel status and was accepted. There was one final step.
Mistress told him to strip naked. He was to crawl down grimy stairs. He would open and walk through a heavy metal door. Within were gloomy stone walls cut into cubicles. The spaces desperately needing cleaning.
In one small chamber, he would find a chained collar. The other end of the chain was bolted to the rear wall. When he put on the collar, his new life would begin.
Tension was almost painful. He held the collar in his hand. The last step was agony. The dark spaces terrified him. Barely breathing, he clicked the lock shut. His freedom ended.
He sat and waited. Imprisonment aroused him. He dared not masturbate. Nor urinate. He could only wait.
His new Mistress Owner enters. She brought two bowls. Food and water.
He knows to not speak. She must give permission. Instead she leaves.
Alone, chained and helpless, he cannot sleep. Being ignored was a fate he had not anticipated. Tears and shivers express his fears.
Tomorrow Mistress Owner will bring two more bowls. And brushes, a mop, broom and a bucket.
The dark room will be her new play space. Her new slave will need almost two weeks to scrub it clean.
He now exists for her use. She will use him hard and constantly.