Mistress Wears a Sinister Bizarre Hood
They call her the Demon Mistress. No slave man has ever beheld this sadistic woman’s face.
She is the most feared Domme in the Gynarchic Polity. Mistress Owners threaten slave men that if misbehavior continues, they will be given as gifts to the Demon Mistress. This warning is a potent deterrent.
The Demon Mistress is the subject of dark speculation and sensational rumor. Her dungeons run with blood they say. At least one slave man dies every day. Sheer pain kills them. Some conjecture that she has created new torments and rediscovered forgotten ancient tortures. There are fabulous reports that the Demon Mistress eats the flesh of slave men.
Few Mistress Owners believe all the incredible tales. They do take pleasure in sharing them with their slave men. How the poor creatures shiver and blanch at the stories.
None of these wild imaginings is true.
The Demon Mistress does not worry about the nutty gossip. How can she help but laugh when accused or eating slave men for dinner?
Not that she is a mild Domme. Tormenting men is her primary recreation. She does study ancient Femdom texts and keep abreast of modern techniques of slave punishment. She is an omnivorous scholar of F/m sadomasochism.
She is thrifty of slave men. True enjoyment of male suffering is a protracted process. Each step merits consideration, the joy is in nuances.
If a slave man has never been spanked her hand is enough for the first time. She will progress to a belt, then paddles, canes and bullwhips. Slow incremental steps keep the man freshly surprised by pain. Each new stage brings harder corporal punishment. Eventually she beats him with her special cane: tiny spikes extrude the whole length. Each sharp point cuts into his flesh.
All of the torments are progressive. The slave’s cage becomes steadily smaller. Tighter confinement is less comfortable, eventually painful.
At first she drips hot wax on his skin. Toward the end she uses a mildly corrosive acid.
The Demon Mistress has a huge collection of clamps. During the first session, she uses clamps that pinch just enough to hurt. During the slave man’s final days, tight serrated clamps almost tear off chunks of his body.
A slave man’s first dungeon meal is tasty. Soon the food is bland. Following meals are over spiced, often with hot peppers. Then they are repulsive. Only his will to survive enables a man to swallow the nasty offal.
She has a cruel trick that fools the helpless slave men. She puts a slave in a comfortable room. There is space and decent food. He may stay there a day or a week. The longer he remains in comfort the more he – against all sense – believes that his days of suffering are over. He feels that the Demon Mistress is showing mercy. When she returns him to the punishment rack, his anguished disappointment is overwhelming.
Her methods of sadistic delight are impossible to enumerate.
Eventually slave men no longer want to survive. When despair becomes so strong and pervasive that the slave barely reacts to Mistress Demon’s cruelty his last days are at hand.
He is boring. She has no use for him. The slave is beyond torment. She touches a jet injector to the back of his neck. Moments later he is dead.
The Demon Mistress always has many slaves on hand and fresh slave men await.