Evenings of Femdom Cruelty Parties
Some say that Mistress Desper runs her household like a fascist state. Not to her face. The assertion is foolish, ignorant.
But if you call her a totalitarian Domme, she will thank you for the compliment.
She is female supremacist absolutist. Men are graceless, minimally competent, and a danger to themselves and others. Absolute control of malekind is necessary for progress and the planet’s survival.
Before they eat, before bedtime, Mistress Desper whips her slave men. Stinging lashes whose hurt lingers for two or three hours. Continual pain guides their actions. Her chattels never forget they serve a strict Mistress Owner.
She says that for a male to offer less than his best effort is an insult. Any Domme visiting her house will notice the men steadily and silently doing their chores.
Should she utter a man’s name, he appears. Dropping to his hands and knees, the slave kisses the floor. Only if permitted, does he raise his head.
Mistress Desper is a supremely happy, satisfied woman. Servitors tend to tasks without supervision. Slaves obtain and bring whatever she desires.
Currently she works on a book about Female Autocracy. Both domestic and political. Every woman must rule her home. Women must become dictators, guiding civilization before it collapses.
Dommes, who know her, love and admire Mistress Desper. Every day brings new party invitations. She attends as many as possible. Only other women are fit company.
Men serve drinks and snacks but invisibly so. Servants must never call attention to themselves. Distracting the superior gender is a sin. Women punish sinners.
In the picture, Mistress Desper brings a new slave to a Cruelty Party. A common Femdomonomic custom. Watching a virginal slave suffer is great fun. Women take turns inflicting torments. To the novice, their cruelties are new and frightening. And very painful.
By the party’s end, the male understands how unimportant his feelings are as a chattel of the superior gender. He is just something women use. His value is about the same as a dishrag.
Mistress Desper says there is no greater source of hilarity than masculine suffering. Seeing male egos melt makes for the best parties.