Man Forced to Eat Disgusting Food
Food manipulation, an uncommon male brainwashing technique, batters male egos into submission. Starvation weakens male minds. Food deprivation teaches a man he is powerless, impotent.
Nasty food forces men to choose between survival and disgust. Weak from starvation, men will eat anything. Hunger satisfied, men despise themselves for swallowing a filthy meal.
Men learn they are weak. Superior women’s prey. Victims of their own masculine inferiority. Pathetic creatures easily subdued by the superior gender’s cunning.
No man can long resist food manipulation. Bodily needs force men to swallow anything offered. The repulsive aftertaste shames the eater. Eating becomes humiliation.
This Mistress Slaver considers food trampling an essential part male slave training. Deprived of food for a couple of days, macho men beg and plead to be fed.
She locks a trainee slave in a tiny dark basement cubicle. Chained to the unswept concrete floor he achieves only fitful shallow sleep. Tossing and turning he bruises himself, scrapes his skin. He wakes, feels as if he had been used as a punching bag.
By the end of the first day, loneliness overwhelms him. Sobbing in the darkness, he fears Mistress has forgotten him.
His stomach aches with hunger. Obsessed with cravings, desperate for food, he licks dirt from the floor.
Weak, his grip on actuality dims. He wakes, realizing that he has been smashing his head against the floor.
Despair. He’s known depression and frustration. But never such sorrow, fear and anguish.
Soon he is just a hungry animal trapped in a cage. Humanity fades. He becomes a beast.
Hour after hour he begs. No one responds. Perhaps no one hears his pleas. Or simply does not care that he suffers.
He screams. Shriek futile promises to do anything and everything.
Mistress Slaver hears and is pleased. She waits.
Exhaustion silences the prisoner. Too weak to scream, he softly moans.
Trapped in a haze of misery he does not notice Mistress enter. Looking up, he sees a sandwich in her hands.
Vocal cords so aching and worn he cannot speak; his eyes beg for the sandwich.
Mistress drops the food to the floor. Steps on it. Twists her boots, grinding it into the dirt.
Kicking the sandwich to him, she watches the new slave consume it without tasting it. Pissing into a bowl, she leaves him something to drink.
Later she brings another meal. A boiled egg and banana. She tramples both into the dirt. He gobbles them down, licks the residue from the floor. Eating dirty and food has become his new norm.
The last test: Mistress uses a sandwich as toilet paper. The man eats without hesitation.
His ego nullified, self-respect destroyed, the man is ready for full slave training.
He will offer his Mistress Owner pure fealty, genuine humility; desperately eager to please her.