Mistress Melissa humiliates her slave men. Humiliation she believes is more effective than pain. Not that she restrains her lash. Humiliating men is pleasurable.
With words alone she can make a man feel that the pressure on his psyche is so intense it will burst. Simply being alive is agony.
A few months ago, Mistress Melissa added food humiliation to her repertoire.
She thought a male guilty of vanity. Mistress Melissa wanted to instantly crush his self-admiration.
Fortune gave her the solution. She had a cold, while holding the male’s food bowl, she sneezed. Smiling, she looked down at her male. He knelt awaiting breakfast. Seeing her smile, the male’s heart missed a beat. Mistress Melissa’s happiness is always a man’s misery.
“Lucky slave, I have spiced up your food.”
She sat the mixture of dog food and snot on the floor. Though he was ravenous, the slave made no move to eat.
Mistress Melissa kicked the male.
“It will sit there until you eat it. Go sweep the upstairs rooms.”
Six hours later, about noon, she led the male back to the food bowl.
“Eat! For every minute you refuse, I’ll give you five lashes tonight.”
His stomach rebelling, the male lowered his head. Dry and stale, the food had not aged well. When he finished, the slave felt it was a miracle he had not vomited.
Since her cold abated, Mistress Melissa urinates on his food.
When she milks him, she directs his ejaculate into the food bowl.
Every meal is a humiliation. Mistress Melissa watches the male eat.
“Eat slowly, chew every bite thoroughly. If you gobble, I’ll show you how nasty your food can be.”
The slave knew what she had in mind. He fears the day she will do it.
All of Mistress Melissa’s slave males will experience food humiliation.
Originally posted 2016-12-30 06:27:16.