Man’s Misery is Woman’s Ecstasy
The sharp metal tips of Mistress Owner’s flogger cut his skin. Blood seeps from wounds.
She did not gag him. A man’s screams are part of the fun of hurting him. Screams, blood, muscle spasms, tears and desperation: all spur the release of endorphins.
Recreational drugs are almost unknown on a world where the miseries of men intoxicate women. As his nerves fray and mind retreats, she ascends into superior ecstasy.
Hours ago he served her breakfast. Perfectly cooked, flawlessly served the slave is an excellent servant.
Sipping a second cup of coffee, her libido rose. Aroused she needed to hurt a man. But she has not replaced her last pain slave.
Hearing her slave washing dishes she selected him for higher service. He could do household chores later.
“Go to the small spanking chamber.”
Having appointments to keep she could not spare time for racks and stress bondage. She would break his skin and his heart.
“Do you know your crime, slave?”
“No Mistress Owner. Please forgive this slave.”
“There is nothing to forgive. You are a good slave. Suffering for my pleasure is another way of serving me.”
His heart sank. He adores her. She is a living Goddess. He had hoped perfect obedience would spare him torment. He did not argue or plead. She has a right to his pain.
Bound to a spanking bench he writhes and shudders. Sudden his pain ends.
It is time for her to leave. She unlocks the shackles. The slave falls to the floor too weak to rise.
“Finish your chores before I return.”
Shortly after Mistress Owner leaves, he rises. Aching and sore, he fills a bucket with water. Grabs a mop. Merely a man, household servitude is a high calling for one of his gender.
More Femdomocracy inspired by Kurty’s Femdom drawings.