His Suffering is Her Pleasure
A woman examines her new slave property. Knowing nothing of his new Owner the slave is naturally fearful. Oblivious to the beauty of her body the slave tries to read her eyes. Her look of pleasure worries him. In this instance his worst fears are justified.
She is a cruel Mistress Owner whose chief recreation is the tormenting of male slaves. A newly enslaved man’s unmarked skin is to her a fresh canvas.
With a new pain slave she starts slowly and proceeds at a moderate pace. As he becomes acclimatized to each level of torment she moves to the next. Initially he’s kept locked in a tiny dark room, seemingly forgotten.
When she begins to visit his cell it is only to tell him of what his life will be like over the coming months and – should he endure – years. Gloatingly she induces the mental torture of uncertainty and fear.
Like spanking evolve into floggings and continue on as brutal whippings. His male chastity device can be heated or electrified. She will take him to a place without hope. Then drag him deeper.
A pain slave is an object. Human status forever lost. When the slave is so habituated to pain that his responses no longer satisfy he’ll be discarded, replaced by fresh meat.