Femdomonomy

Dommes’ Joy in Enslaving & Training Men

Domme Slave Trainers Enjoy their Jobs

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You hear a favorite song playing. You start humming the tune. You feel a happy tingle, lifting your mood.

A professional Femdom slaver cannot hum the moans of the men she trains. Moans, groans, whimpers and sobs are the background music of her working day.

Slavers barely notice the noise but are cheered by it. Sadistic women relish the sound and sight of male misery.

Cruel women see torn skin, bloody welts, tears and old scars as beauty marks. Men are attractive only when they suffer.

Femdom slavers are fortunate. The joys of their labors exceed the value of their fees.

A slaver enjoys an endless stream of men to torture. Once broken – “trained” – a man is sold. A new man, hitherto innocent of suffering, enters her dungeon. His innocence will die under her whip.

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Men’s training finishes before slavers become bored with them.

The Dommes lashe and lecture the novice slaves. Slop on the floor replaces home cooked meals. Locked in a metal tube penises no longer give pleasure.

Sex and romance become lonely frustration.

He learns to fear women. Fear ensures obedience.

He sees other men bound and whipped. Learns how pathetic he looks when he is the one being beaten. Seeing them makes him realize there is nothing special about his fate. He is only a commodity: something bought and sold.

The slaver becomes the center of the slave trainee’s life. She acquires the status of a deity. The day of his sale is traumatic. It is as if his Goddess is casting him out.

Being sold to an unknown woman is terrifying. She may want him merely as a servant. Perhaps a sex slave. Or merely an object to suffer for her entertainment.

Mistress Owners often play mind games with their new slave men. The cruelest women temporarily disguise themselves as maternal mentors.

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Lulled into a sense of safety, his Mistress’ sudden transformation into a sadistic torturer is a devastating shock.

But he is only a man. He has no higher purpose than to amuse a woman?

Mistress Destroys Men’s Minds, Breaks Male Hearts

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Male Slave Training: Hopelessness, Agony, Anguish

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The women who kidnap and sell men into slavery are an individual and idiosyncratic group. Some simply want the money: cash for men. Others feel enslaving men is an important contribution to female supremacy: taking away men’s freedom, converting them into chattels, brings the day closer when women will own the world.

Femdom slavers develop their own methods and techniques. All involve a mix of physical and emotional suffering. Scars of body and mind mark a man who has forever lost the possibility of self-determination.

He was a person; now he is a thing. Something owned and used by the superior gender. He will be discarded if unsatisfactory. Replaced when broke. Abducting, training, selling men is an important part of the Femdomonomic economy and the Femdomosophic lifestyle.

Mistress Viehisch is proud of the simplicity with which she trains men to serve as women’s slaves. Her main tools: corporal punishment (cane, tawse, hairbrush) and exhaustion. And uncertainty.

The man wakes in an unknown place. Ropes bind him, keep him captive. Helpless.

Mistress Viehisch beats and whips him. She says nothing. There are no explanations. Only pain.

A lash to his lips teaches the man to not ask questions. His life’s goal is minimizing his suffering. He cultivates an obsequious demeanor. Keeps his head bowed, eyes averted.

Ignorant of her purpose, of how and why he came to be here, terror overcomes him. Her lash seems to always be cutting fresh welts. He cries until his tears are exhausted.

Never washed dry sweat and caked grime reinforces his feelings of impotence.

At irregular intervals between whippings and naps, she feeds him repulsive meals: boiled chopped liver and tofu floating in stale piss. At first he refuses to eat. Desperate hunger forces him to swallow the nasty filth against his will. He despises himself for not being able to resist.

Hitched to a cart, the slave trainee carries Mistress Viehisch along the boundaries of her secluded property. He walks the same paths repeatedly.

She brought a book and read as the slave walked. Sometimes she would bring a lunch and have a Picnic. She relaxed while the novice slave stood at attention. She in the shade; he in direct sunlight.

The aroma of her food. Her relaxed enjoyment added to his torment. He prays to her silently. Fear and deprivation cause him to worship his captor.

He pulls the cart until he collapses. Mistress Viehisch kicks his genitals until he rises and pulls the cart back to the barn. His universe is pain, confusion, hopelessness and exhaustion.

This routine lasts for at least a month. Horrible food, continual tiredness, whippings and pointless labor. He begins to forget his prior life. His new reality erases the old.

Mistress Viehisch says nothing. He still has no idea why she is doing this to him. Uncertainty is the worst torture of all. He stops wondering. Or thinking. He just is. A simple creature whose only goal is to survive until the next day. He does really want to live but sees no alternative.

The slaver sees his spirit has worn away. Hope dead. She has taken everything except fear and misery.

Now she explains. She is a professional slaver, she abducted him to train and sell him. He would be sold online.

He might become the property of a kindly Mistress Owner. Or be used for heavy labor until work wears him out and he dies.

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The worst possibility: his new Mistress Owner may be a sadist who buys men for her dungeon. His only purpose would be to make a cruel woman laugh.

His mind and heart enslaved, she sells him. Once his new owner takes him away, Mistress Viehisch forgets he exists. She is indifferent to his or any male’s fate. She has other men to train and sell.

Mistress Trains Men with Fear & Pain

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Mistress Slaver Can Break Any Man

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“No matter what you do, you’ll never turn me into a slave. I’m a real man. A man’s man.”

As a young slaver, Mistress London might have wasted time disputing with him. Now she barely hears such protestations.

She will break him. By the end of the week, he will beg to serve. To do or accept anything that would end his suffering.

Mistress London unlocks a cage in a dark corner. She pulls a leash. Drags some sort of animal to the center of the room.

“The poor fool bragged of his toughness. Look at the residue of a manly man who tried to defy me.”

The skinny, twisted body seems barely able to crawl. He twitches and flinches, responding to imaginary threats. His speech – really its speech, once a man, now it is just a thing – he mutters incoherently.

Mistress London drags it back, returns the creature to its semi-hidden cage.

The new captive’s tough talk had been an attempt to boost his confidence. Sight of the distorted, creepy prisoner put paid to his bravado.

He feels death would be a mercy compared the man’s subhuman existence. He feels sick from sympathy pains.

She pulls him from his cage. Chains him to the bars.

Mistress London retrieves her black bullwhip. She has superior whips. The bullwhip has cut so many men’s bodies. Drawn so much blood. Caused seemingly endless screaming and begging. Her bullwhip is her sentimental favorite.

It takes less than an hour to destroy his illusions. He begs for mercy. Promises to do anything. Mistress London is never merciful. Slaves have no choice: they must obey every order.

He is only on the edge of desperation. Mistress London will ravage his nervous system. Coming days of anguish will destroy illusions of agency. He is now a possession. A thing.

He has two choices: 1) Obey and suffer. 2) Disobey and suffer worse torture.

Finally hope dies. Mistress London continues to make him scream and shriek. He stops asking for pity.

Without will, deprived of self-esteem he is ready to live as ‘it.’ Not a person but a thing. A woman’s slave.

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Mistress London will sell him quickly. Then find another man to abduct and break. Her career gives her pleasure and an income.

No wonder more and more young women are choosing to become Professional Femdom Slave Dealers.

Degradation: Man Drinks His & Other Men’s Piss

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Forced Piss Drinking Humiliation

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If a woman slices a man’s back with a whip, he will fear her. If she erases his ego, he will worship her.

Train men with bodily suffering and emotional misery to enslave them. The man who views Mistress Owner with terror and reverence can never resist.

Only when their hair is cut differently can anyone distinguish between the identical twins. Sadistic sisters whose cruel games began with confusing boys in high school. It was then they discern male weakness and the great unadmitted truth: women are better than men.

Selina and Kathy soon despised men. Hurting men made them feel giddy, happy. Men’s tears cause the best orgasms. (Not that either woman would touch a man sexually. They have one another.)

Convinced of female superiority, aroused by male anguish, it was inevitable that the pair became professional Femdom slavers. They specialize in kidnapping and training men that match clients’ physical and socioeconomic criteria.

Want a short, thickly muscled bodybuilder? A skinny epistemologist? A man of any dimensions who can cook a flawless soufflé? The sisters will find, kidnap and train him.

Selina and Kathy use all the standard means of breaking and enslaving men:

Food manipulation including periods of starvation.
Hours of bruising whippings with belt, cane, tawse, whip and flogger.
Nights spend listening to hypnotic recordings inculcating the truths of female supremacy.
Forced exercise, including stretching. A male slave is a tool, most useful when kept in good working order.

Intense humiliation, especially high-volume forced piss drinking. Near the completion of his training, a novice slave lives on urine.

But he never drinks Mistress’ pee. He is not worthy of such a delicacy. He drinks his own urine. And the piss of other men undergoing slave training. All the men swallow countless pots of coffee.

The hapless male drinks piss continually. His whole being seems to consist of urine. Piss is all he can taste or smell.

Living as urinal for other men shames him. His ego begins to rot. Soon it will die.

Degradation leaves men feeling worthless. Intense humiliation teaches men their place in the universe.

Malekind is unequivocally inferior. It is disgusting. Only by complete servitude, dedicated service to a Mistress Owner gives a man’s life value.

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Realizing that he is nothing, he perceives that She is everything. That insight shapes the remainder of his life.

Read of more sadistic twin sisters.

Male Slave Training: Bruise Body & Mind

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Mistress Owners Train Men with Suffering

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The picture depicts a professional Femdom male slave training studio. Slave trainees are held fast by iron cuffs and frames. Bent in stress bondage, simply existing causes agony.

Locked in awkward bondage, the newest male hears the other men’s screams. Watches Mistress Trainers take pleasure in helpless men’s suffering. Although untouched, he shakes with fear. Soon he will join in the chorus of screaming and begging slaves.

Unbreakable chastity tubes confine the novice slaves’ penises. The Dommes line the MCDs with spikes. Arousal, erections make his penis ache.

Corporal punishment begins with belt spankings, proceeds to canes before bringing out bullwhips. Scars and welts are visible evidence of the Mistresses efforts.

Whippings are teachings. Men learn the cost of disobedience.

Men learn to forgo opinions. Only women are smart enough to understand life’s mysteries. Man does not need to understand. He must obey. Instant obedience requires no knowledge.

Fear, sorrow, anguish purifies masculine minds. They accept the truths of female superiority. That enables some to embrace female supremacy. Most men need weeks of misery to escape the bonds of false pride and the delusions of equality.

Pegging overturns their conventional conception of heterosexuality. The highest order of beings in the universe, females should always be on top sexually. Men give women orgasms. Women give men commands.

No man may use his name. Slavers assign a Universal Slave Identification Number. Mistress Owners may give a man a nickname. The Mistress Trainers only refer to men by the ID numbers.

Men must learn they are not human. They become objects – chattels – whose every breath should be devoted to servitude to Mistress Owner.

Hoods depersonalize a male. Strips him of personal identity.

Slave trainers break but do not destroy their products. Whippings, beatdowns, dungeon torture sessions push men to the edge of sanity. The Dommes know when to stop.

Many males feel overwhelmed by continual verbal cruelty. Women’s words can destroy a man’s self-worth. She kills him emotionally. She purges his mind of everything except eagerness to satisfy and please Mistress Owner.

To find his full potential, a man must suffer at the hands of a sadistic female supremacist. Scars and welts mark his physical, bodily education. Fearful eyes and nervous demeanor are evidence of his mental bruises.

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His ego lies bleeding, dying. Resistance of female authority is impossible. He is ready for auction.

Within months his old life seems a legend. That it was his destiny from birth to become the slave of cruel and powerful Mistress Owner.

Slave Man’s Life of Erotic Misery & Shame

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Penectomy & Castration: Erotic Misery

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Mistress Kagan, a professional Femdom slaver, keeps a surgeon on her staff. She sells slave men like no other.

On acquisition, she chains the man to a hospital bed. The surgeon specializes in genital excision. He performs penectomy and castration.

The man’s slave training begins after he heals.

Penis and scrotal sac removal destroy a man’s ego. He loses all self-esteem. Pride is impossible. This prepares him for life as a subhuman servitor.

Genital excision kills a man’s ability to have physical sexual sensation. He will never experience erotic pleasure.

Slave men need physical strength and endurance. Supplemental testosterone ensures a man is physically able to perform strenuous chores.

Even though he can never have sex, testosterone injections sustain his sexual appetite. He feels lust that he can never quench. Mistress Kagan believes that deep erotic misery is appropriate for the inferior gender.

Most men want a beautiful, sexy Mistress Owner. Female beauty causes only more suffering for these men. Pain does not prevent them from admiring women’s bodies. Admiration that is torture.

Training men for slavery requires more than castration. Pain is essential to proper male slave training.

Mistress Kagan spends hours slicing and cutting a novice slave’s skin. A sure Whip Mistress, she knows to cause the most pain.

She focuses on the vacancy between men’s legs. The lashes remind men of what they have forever lost.

Genital removal ensures a man’s perpetual humility. Shame that never ends keeps him permanently aware of his inferiority. He loses his sense of himself as a man, as a person.

Castration and penectomy keep him mindful of the power that his Mistress Owner has over him. Groveling is irresistible.

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Fear of female power is the ideal mindset for slave men. Slicing off phallus and scrotal sac is a perfect means of instilling this.

Testicle Kicking & Crushing (Man Training)

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Testicle Torture: Male Slave Training

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Crush a man’s testicles and you crush his independence. Pain kills pride. Fear of future pain fosters obedience.

Sadistic women enjoy crushing, stomping, punching men’s testicles. No torment causes comparable anguish. Testicles make men strong, give them body hair. And make them vulnerable.

Mistresses can kick and batter men’s scrotal sacs for only so long. Eventually testes die. Requiring a steady supply of men, extreme testicle torture can be an expensive hobby.

Two women addicted to testicle trampling decided to become professional Femdom slavers. They would use ball crushing and kicking to train men for slavery.

The two Mistresses enjoy tremendous success. They kidnap and process an unceasing stream of men.

For a week with boots, fists and knees they pummel and pulverize men’s scrotal sacs. They wake men who faint with electroshock rods.

The Mistresses never gag slave trainees. Men’s moans and shrieks bring them joy. Listening to a man beg for pity is like hearing a joke that never grows stale.

Testicle pain is like a physical form of despair: agony and hopelessness; nausea and heartbreak. Men plead for the mercy of castration.

Broken, the men are sold. New men acquired.

For the Mistresses work is pleasure. The Dommes do what they enjoy most: hurt men.

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Do not pity the men. Preserved from idleness and vanity, they become useful members of the Femdomonomic subculture as slaves of the superior gender.

Once Trained, Slave Men Sold via Auction

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Slave Men Sold at Public Auction

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Slave training finished, Mistress Slavers prepare to send men to a Femdomonomic auction house.

Humiliation neuters masculine egos. Whips and canes teach obedience. Men learn to fear women’s justice. To obey without question.

Impotent chattels, they never speak without permission. Nor look women in the eyes.

Femdom slavers are ruthless women. They exploit male weakness. Men are not human. Males are products to be developed and sold.

The auction house sends a semi-trailer truck. Stacked ceiling-high, cages line the walls.

The truck stinks of male sweat. Lonely in darkness, subdued by oppressive heat, most men cry. Thus, they begin a life of tears and suffering.

In the Femdomonomic underground there are two types of men: useful and unwanted. Weeks of harsh training ensure these men will be useful slaves.

The truck backs up to the warehouse. The human cargo joins the male chattels already in storage.

The day’s batch of men is removed, transferred to the auction house. Subhuman merchandise, they stand on stage, sweating under hot lights.

Only the bidding women’s eyes are visible. Eyes of predators. Some men cover their genitals. Women view penises and testicles with contempt. Objects of torment not desire.

Once they were sons, boyfriends, husbands, lovers. Now they are only objects.

Select males go to an exhibition hall. Potential buyers examine men closely. Women laugh when the men tremble and blush. Naked, the men have their first taste of CFNM.

Sadists pinch and kick men. They search for the men most enjoyable to torture.

Bidding begins. Some men bring few bids. They will become drudgery slaves and sissy housekeepers. Men with useful skills go for more money. Potential sex slaves inspire the most competitive bidding.

Men for whom no one bids will be sold as a bulk lot. Disposable workers and dungeon fodder. Their brief lives will pass doing backbreaking labor or screaming under the lash.

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Men know nothing about the women who bought them. Fear and suspense knot the men’s stomachs. Mistress Owners have the power of life and death. No one protects slaves.

A month of brutal training can never really prepare a man for a lifetime of servitude. A useful chattel will serve for decades. Only death brings freedom from slavery.