Mistresses Force Men to Work to Exhaustion
Male idleness is impermissible. Free time poisons masculine minds. Work men until they drop. Men exist to do the lowest, most demeaning chores.
Under female supremacy men labor for the betterment and ease of womankind. Men live to serve. If a man does not increase women’s pleasure, comfort and wealth, he has no value.
Mistresses enjoy the sight of men completing tasks. Sweating brows, strained muscles, are visible signs of womanly authority.
Immature masculine minds are prone to mischief. Days of hard labor keep men from foolish behavior. Exhausted from hours in the hot sun men never think of defiance. They long for the troughs of slave slop. Collapse in the stalls, too weary to remain awake.
Mistress Owner visits her farm for relaxation. Her male works from before dawn until midnight completing chores, filling her needs.
She assigned him a new task: digging a hole. Narrow, the pit is deeper than his height. Some of the dirt is so dense he struggles to pierce it with his shovel. Unwieldy rocks impede his progress.
Once finished, Mistress Owner leaves the slave standing in the pit. She pulls over a weighted metal cover. He will spend at least the night standing in the pit. Perhaps the next day. This is a new game, she makes it up as she goes along.
Lonely in the dark, he cannot control his kidneys or bowels for long. Soon he will choke on the smells of his body’s waste.
Two Dommes enjoy watching their male mow the lawn. They take turns whipping him when he misses a patch of grass. Or to urge him to move faster. They do not care how speedily he completes the task. Berating and lashing him is fun. The old mower fails frequently. Continually restarting it adds to his frustration.
The women have a large front yard. The backyard is vast. Their slave will push the mower for hours. His Mistress Owners offer one kindness. They pee in his mouth easing his thirst.
Tomorrow he will retrace his steps. Crawling with a pair of scissors he will clip longer blades of grass.
The simplest household chores can become sadistic games.
The man’s tears enrage his Mistress Owner. She mocks him: ‘pathetic,’ ‘wimp,’ ‘loser,’ ‘typical male.’ She damns him for weeping; he should thank her for using him.
This man weeds the yard by hand. On hands and knees he pulls weeds from the ground. The Domme no longer allows him to use the weed eater. By the time he rids one part of the yards of weeds, they resurface elsewhere.
His hands chafe, knees weaken but he dares not stop. Mistress Owner’s cane cuts deeply. She beats him, telling him he is too slow and careless. He struggles to please her. But her real pleasure is his misery.
These men know their place. They are labor chattels. Anguish and physical pain do not win mercy. Women cannot pity slave objects.
Males are filthy beasts subjugated by female power. They fear women. The superior gender is an implacable, irresistible force.
Dommes enjoy the unspoken pleas in men’s eyes. Whatever the men want, the answer is no.