Men Serve Women with Their Pain
Men’s pain is women’s pleasure. Simple hedonistic joy in masculine suffering refreshes female minds after a day’s work. Ruling the world is a sobering responsibility.
Femdomocratic sadism reduces the relationship between genders to its essence. Women have power. Men are servants and prey.
A Domme is never more intimate and idiosyncratic than when enjoying her human toys. She may be quick or painstaking, violent or subtle. There is no wrong way to torture men. A woman finds her unique path to the greatest pleasure.
Some slowly cut patterns of welts in men’s skin. A minor form of artwork. Watching male skin redden gladdens the female heart. Others are like elemental forces: whipping, slashing, burning, tearing and biting.
Men’s groans and squeals are like comic songs.
It is the end of this Mistress Owner’s workweek.
She comes home early. Four men wait in a playroom. They have since morning. Shaking off the mental detritus of work, she is eager to begin playing with them.
She enters. Her chattels bow. Each man presses head to the floor. She smiles, even men are beautiful when bowing in submission. She sees their humility and scents their fear.
Nearness of Mistress Owner is heartrendingly wonderful. They feel awe of their incarnate deity. Dread their coming suffering. None are masochists.
Carefully selected, these men do not take pleasure in pain. They cannot transmute lashes into ecstasy. Nothing dilutes or distracts from pain.
She is a cruel woman. The men will bleed. Scream themselves hoarse. Weep until tear ducts run dry.
Their strongest desire is to please her. They will not resist. Not even beg for mercy. They need to obey.
Each is physically stronger than Mistress Owner. None can resist. Their slavery reaches beyond chains and collars. Gratitude and adoration bind their hearts. If they had souls, she would own them.
Mistress Owner and slaves see each other’s eyes. She avidly watches, enjoying every evidence of anguish and desperation. They face the woman they love and revere, see her delight in their misery.
The pain slaves never talk of these things. Not even among themselves. Perhaps they want to preserve the purity of their worship. Or they lack the words. Can language capture their experiences?
Later, barely conscious, the men litter the floor. They groan and writhe. Days of recuperation will follow. Mistress Owner has other human playthings.
She takes a shower. Puts on a new bodysuit. Leaves for a Pain Party.