Punished for the Sin of Manhood
Hurting men is a duty. But punishing men can be merry. Swing your whip with joy.
Soft morning light filled the chamber. Mistress Ava rose and breakfasted before dawn. Food and coffee elevated her mood. Her mind turned to pleasure. She exchanged boots for slippers. Put on a minimal outfit that would not inhibit her freedom of movement.
Underground was dark. She knew the way to his cage.
The male crawled from his cage. He paused at Mistress Ava’s boots. She slapped his buttocks and bid him:
“Climb the stairs.”
Following, she gave him a couple of playful kicks. He moaned. She laughed. Mistress Ava’s mood was excellent.
She kept a movable hoist in the punishment chamber. Swiftly she chained the male in place. This morning she hung him upside down.
She had ignored his trembling. He knew, in a general way, what was about to happen. Disorientation deepened his fear.
His Domme Owner wasted no time. Her whip cut into his right inner thigh.
“Why I am punishing you?”
“Slave does not know, Mistress Ava.”
“Because you are male.”
She whipped his legs. He screamed. She inserted a ball gag. Sometimes she liked to hear men shriek and beg. This morning she did not want distraction. She wanted to fully enjoy the beautiful nuances of the man’s suffering.
“Despicable male. There is no other kind.”
She whipped his arms.
“What is it like to weep upside down?” She laughed. Tormenting a man made her happy.
The tip of her whip returned repeatedly to his nipples. Shredded them.
She left, returning in less than a minute. She held a damp sponge. Salted vinegar. His body twitched as she rubbed the sponge over his nipples.
Leisurely, Mistress Ava whipped the man’s stomach and chest.
“This is the proper punishment for the crime of masculinity.”
The tip of her whip hit his penis. After a few lashes, she switched targets.
She tried to restrain the whip’s impact. After striking his scrotal sac six times, he fainted.
She sighed. It was wonderful morning.