Ponysissy Training Ranch
Males are inferior to females. The lowest members of malekind become sissies.
As sissies, otherwise unwanted men become Mistress Owners’ servants. Force-feminization is quick: mechanical full-body depilation. Basic lessons in use of cosmetics (sissies are limited to gauche colors).
Pink is the color of the inferior gender. What little clothing sissy slaves wear is always pink. Some Mistress Owners dye their sissies’ hair pink.
Sissies are housekeepers. Perpetually clean households require only brief daily maintenance. Some Mistress Owners put idle sissies in basement cages. Otherwise, sissies are usually the butts of jokes and victims of pranks. Sissies weep hilariously. Women enjoy their misery.
Sissies too stupid to clean house become feminized ponyboys: ponysissies. No male is lower, more despicable than a ponysissy.
The scene takes place on a ponysissy training ranch.
Look at the ponysissy trainers’ eyes. See their contempt. The ponysissy disgusts them. Only the money it will bring enables them to tolerate the creature’s presence.
Cat ‘o’ nine tails whippings are a routine part of ponysissy training. The Mistress Trainers have many whips, canes, quirts, tawses and straps. All cut the trainee ponysissy’s flesh.
Chemical castration begins the feminized slave’s dehumanization. Ponysissies become objects. They are not people.
Mistress Trainers force the ponysissy to run until exhausted. Inability is no excuse. Like all slaves, ponysissies are punished for any failure.
Perpetual weariness is the most painful part of a ponysissy’s training. Lack of rest and recuperation softens its mind. The least resistance dies. Only in unquestioning obedience to Divine Female Authority does any male find his proper place in the universe.
A slave watches the ponysissy’s training. It will be next. Seeing its fate does not prepare its mind for the suffering it will endure. Instead it feels that it lives through the horror twice.
Ponysissies are weaklings. They cannot pull heavily loaded carts. A ponysissy pulls Mistress Owner’s carriage. When not in use, it lives in a barn stall.
Alone a ponysissy prays for Mistress Owner to visit. If only to load the bowl of slave slop. She is the center of its life. Women are the centers of all men’s lives. Ponysissies cannot be considered happy. But Mistress Owner’s least touch is a jolt of pure ecstasy.