Male Love Slave Under Gynosupremacy
On this Gynosupremacist world all males are chattels.
Most men live in vast Maletoriums, barracks that are little more than warehouses of men. Their lives consist of labor, discipline, food, sleep and worship. There are no holidays.
Workers rarely see women other than the Mistress Overseers who guide and discipline them. Statues of women adorn Maletoriums. Images of lofty, noble women, visibly superior to anything masculine.
On rising and before sleep, men bow and pray to Womankind and the Perfect Mother Goddess. Men feel deep, abiding piety. Serving superior beings justifies long, weary days of labor. Men believe their status is just.
Each generation, small groups of men are trained. They learn to cook, make clothes, cut hair and other skills useful to their Mistress Owners. When in the presence of women, strict decorum regulates their speech and posture.
Love slaves are the most fortunate men. Of all men, only they touch a woman’s body and have orgasms.
Mistress Owners’ relationships with love slaves are tender, sweet and joyous.
A love slave helps Mistress Owners bathe and dress. He paints her nails. If he does not sleep in her bed, his pallet is at her feet.
When she talks to another woman, he kneels, head bowed and mouth closed. If he had the words, the male would say that the nearness of women infuses him with a warm and peaceful joy.
Her constant companion, the love slave and Mistress Owner share rare intimacy.
Tenderness and intimacy have a price.
The male must remember that he is a slave, a lesser form of life. Mistress Owner dare not forget that her love slave is only a man.
Monthly, a ceremony refreshes each’s awareness of status and station.
Mistress Owner whips her love slave.
Custom dictates his entire body (excluding neck and head) feel the lash.
Mistress Owner will not mar her love slave’s skin.
In punishment of the male, she is a genius, an artist. With care and deliberation, she whips her love slave. His flesh stings and stings. His whipping lasts hours.
Splotches of bright pink cover him. But not welts. In a few days, the purity of his flesh returns.
His heart heals more slowly. When Mistress Owner’s cruelty replaces sweetness, he is lost and helpless.
Males have short memories. Worship of pushes recollections of agony out of his mind.
A day of agony is a small payment for a month of rapture.
Art by BenetezDK