Sissy’s First Office Party
A Mistress Owner leads a so-called human male by a leash. Random tugs off the genital leash, force him to keep pace. In public, males must be sissified, their bodies shaven.
Mistress Owners often take sissies for walkies. Women’s mockery and laughter, keep male egos tiny. For controlling men, public humiliation is second only to physical pain.
Pink cheeks of shame on the face are kin to red stripes from a leather on the buttocks.
The woman on the right comes from a region where men never appear outside Mistress Owners’ homes. Even then, slaves remain masked or hooded. The least fortunate, live in bodysuits that hide body and face.
Shocked, disgusted by the man’s face, she may vomit.
A small group of women live in isolation served only by machines. No male enters their area. Visiting Mistress Owners must leave their human chattels at home.
Once there was talk of erasing the male gender. Misandrists campaigned for “No More Men.”
The majority, intensely cruel block this. A world without men’s screams and tears was unthinkable.
Likewise, they defeated mandatory castration and penectomy at birth. Male genitalia are the best pathways to pain and suffering.
This sissy accompanies Mistress Owner to work. The company holds a monthly employee Cruelty Party. A sadist’s potluck. Mistresses bring men and pain toys. After lunch they meet and swap males and implements.
Time for recreational sadism is an employee’s right. Most days women use the pain slaves provided by their employer. Monthly Cruelty Parties boost morale and ensure a happy workforce.
Mistress Owner only recently acquired the sissy. He has never been to a Cruelty Party. By the end, lashed, pinched, kicked and slapped, he will have an inkling of his future.
Men exist to serve. Automation does better work. But machines never feel shame, cannot suffer.
Male pain remains an eternal source of universal joy among women. Only this justifies the lesser gender’s continued survival.