Men in Confinement & Bondage
Mistress Olive enjoys whips and canes, quirts and tawses. Corporal punishment is always fun. She has lost count of the men she has whipped and spanked.
Over the years her tastes have shifted from inflicting physical pain to emotional cruelty. Not a week passes without her participation in some male’s public humiliation.
No Mistress Owner has a crueler tongue, with words alone she dissolves male egos, forces men to confront their innate inferiority.
But her main passion is confinement and bondage. Her collection of straps, cuffs, shackles, chains, collars and rope grows weekly.
She borrows and rents men. Recently she has worked as a slaver. No single male can keep her amused for long. Becoming a professional slaver gives her a chance to play with inexperienced men. To show them how helpless, defenseless, they are.
After a few days in her power, no man can deny that he is a creature any woman can mold to her will. When Mistress Olive grows weary of it, the male goes on auction. Her discard becomes another Mistress Owner’s servant.
She never explains anything to a newly abducted man. He wakes in straps or chains, always gagged.
She smiles as the man tries to talk despite the gag forcing his silence.
She has a knack for putting men in uncomfortable positions without doing permanent damage. Just by being, the man aches. He seeks comfort or rest, neither is possible.
Mistress Olive leaves her current plaything alone in a dark room. Out in the country, her barn has modified stalls. He wakes resting on hay surrounded by the aroma of horse feces.
She watches her playthings on monitors. Their faces hide nothing. Confusion, fear, agony, despair. All these emotions are reflected in their eyes.
Some she disposes of quickly. The most amusing, he keeps for a month or more.
Male suffering is an endless delight.