Men Punched, Beaten, Bloodied
Good health is universal under Matriarchy. Junk food does not exist. Women eat for nutrition. Women are excellent athletes.
Slave slop despite its disgusting taste is designed to keep men fit for lives of labor and service. Tasks and chores prevent male laziness and keep men fit.
Women enjoy sports, often compete. Unlike masculine competition, Matriarchal competitions are collegial.
Women box but not with one another. Fitness centers and gymnasiums maintain groups of human punching bags.
Pummeling men adds a touch of sadistic entertainment to workouts. Only the most virile males become punching bags.
Human punching bags hang from racks. Unable to fight back, the helpless males cannot fend off Mistresses fists.
Battered for hours, men’s bodies are catalogs on injuries, bruises and broken bones. Moans of pain inspire only smiles. No woman pities a man. She uses him, discards him.
Public boxing and beatdown demonstrations are popular. Women enjoy watching their sisters punch and backhand the inferior gender.
The audience cheers the sight of male blood. Men’s eyes blacken, lips burst. The watching women become increasingly aroused. Slave men wait nervously at home knowing Mistress will recreate the event’s brutality when she returns.
Points are awarded. There is a winner. That is only a formality. Every participating and watching woman wins as they see men weaken, bleed and collapse.
Human punching bags cannot long endure the beatings. Most eventually go to work farms. Even if they hobble, their muscles can still benefit women.
A special minority of human punching bags becomes women’s pets. Men who force themselves to stand and endure their beatings. They feel such reverence for woman, the struggle to be the best punching bag possible.
Relishing hurt for women’s pleasure is one of the few masculine virtues.