On this Female Supremacist planet, the term for male is nonperson. Men are not considered human, hence, nonperson. I will use the conventional Earthly words.
The overabundance of men led to extreme specialization. Most men do one thing only. Their days never vary.
Weak males cannot cope with narrow monotony. The only cure: euthanasia. A rare outcome. The lesser gender lacks imagination and creativity. Continuous repetition fits their mentality.
A man repeats four words “inferior male worships women.” Throughout the day, he silently recites these words. He falls to sleep saying them. Thinks the phrase the moment he wakes. The mantra pervades his dreams.
What does a man need to know, other that he is inferior and exists only to serve the higher gender?
Every Mistress Owner has three bathroom slaves. One applies soap and water. Another dries her. And there is the lowly toilet slave.
Some men’s lives consist solely of opening doors. Others lay in front of the outside doors. Human doormats.
Inside her home, she has human footstools, end tables, a wide diversity of human furniture slaves.
Once trained men never need speak. Women are oblivious to their omnipresent chattels.
The single exception: dungeon playthings. Male suffering exhilarates women. They enjoy watching a man flinch, whimper, moan and weep. They laugh at his pain. Then enjoy his reaction to their mockery.
The male in the picture is a Licker. He follows Mistress Owner, crawling on hands and knees. Whenever she pauses, he licks her boots or shoes. Dust and grime coat his tongue, fill his mouth.
The slave appreciates his good fortune. Few men are ever near a woman. He touches her footwear.
He knows his place and is thankful to be in it.
( * Is Jarven still creating Femdom Poser art?)