Deprived of all But Pain
Darkness. Silence. How long had his senses and body been bound? Nothingness has no proportion. Duration is not determinable.
Pain interrupted nothingness. Leather tassels on Mistress Owner’s black whip crushed blood vessels and nerve endings.
After beatings, he sucked water from a rubber nipple inserted into his lips.
He trembled and wept when he thought she was present. Involuntary pleas for pity, mercy.
Dark silence resumed.
The same movie played in his mind. Mistress Owner released him. She kissed him. Pure fantasy.
His inner theater had other films. The day his girlfriend said she no longer loved him. She would love no man.
Men she realized were garbage. Everything wrong in politics, society and economics was the fault of men.
Males are inferior to women. Hope for the future required total female authority. Only when womankind ruled the world could it heal.
Men would be slaves. Women would love only other women. Sperm would be extracted for in vitro fertilization. Penises had no place in the future world.
She told him to leave or bow in fealty. He would become a ghost or her slave. It was his last choice. His slavery would never end. He would live as an object. She would show no compassion. Fairness was irrelevant.
Foolishly afraid of losing her. Fearing loneliness. He begged to be her slave.
She beat him, laughing all the while. Mistress Owner disciplined the least error or failing. If he stubbed his toe, she punished him for clumsiness.
Her tone was like acid. Neither warmth nor tenderness. Slaps replaced kisses. She kicked him for fun. When he wept, she licked his tears.
His heart in shreds, he asked if she felt any love for him.
She took him to the basement and tied him to a post. Blindfold, gag and armbinders locked him.
Starvation. Sirens preventing sleep. A testicle leash made of barbed wire. Audio recordings played repeatedly. He heard his former girlfriend talking with other women about his inadequacy. She said he was pathetic and disgusting.
Body bruised, ego trampled. When – if? – she releases him, he will never ask another question. Women conscious of their superiority do not love their slaves.
Slave men are objects. Freedom is forgotten. All choices have been made.
This male is a forerunner. Once Femdomosophy is fully embraced, all men will be women’s chattels.
( * Robert K. Bishop was a famous bondage artist, photographer and art director. Only a small portion his work was Femdom. His F/m bondage drawings are among the best.)