Dommes enjoy sadistic play. The tip of a whip cut’s man’s flesh, he screams. This delight is always at hand. Grab the slave’s collar and swing the whip.
A man’s humiliation may follow weeks, months, even years of tease and misdirection. Hoaxing men is the subtlest humiliation. Limited masculine minds respond short term rewards and punishments.
The Mistress Ranchers enjoy a Gelding Game. It begins the day a new ranch slave arrives.
The picture shows a tightly bound male. His body, stretched over a hitching post. Paralyzed discomfort prevents the slightest action.
He arrived hooded. The slaver told him one thing only: she would sell him. Now and forever he is a slave.
Ignorant of his owner’s purpose or gender, emotional tension exceeds bodily stress. An ordinary upper-middle-class man his only worries had been grades and girls.
Farm slaves need no degrees. For lives of labor and drudgery, men only need learn fear. Mistress Owners’ whips teach him to work long grueling hours without complaint.
Slave men do not have dates, girlfriends or sex. Only chastity devices.
The women talk.
“What a pathetic little penis.”
“Not worth chopping off.”
“We’ll let him keep it. For now anyway.”
“Do you want to castrate him?”
His mind drowns in terror. Life would not be worth living without his genitals. He screams. A gag suppresses most of the noise.
The women laugh.
His tears stain the hood.
He heard them talk but could not discern words.
One sat, examining his scrotal sac.
“I’m hungry. We can geld him later.”
Held fast by metal rods and chains, the new ranch slave baked in the hot sun. He had never felt so helpless. So unimportant.
He wanted to beg for mercy. Plead for his body to remain intact. Anxiously, he listed for noise of their return.
The women sipped wine and laughed. Experienced, they could almost read the man’s mind.
Soon they would return. Release him. Take the slave to the barn for branding and his first whipping.
Uncut, he would be almost grateful.
At random intervals, they would tie him to the hitching post and examine his genitals. Enjoy his returning terror.
Experience would deaden fear. He would grow certain they would never geld him.
Then the knife would cut. Plop. His manhood lays in dirt.
Originally posted 2017-06-29 10:37:44.