Femdomonomy

Sister’s Public Humiliation & Enslavement of Brother

EmmaS

All males must live in subordination to females: brothers, fathers, uncles, grandfathers. The superiority of women binds more strongly than family ties.
–Femdomosophic Fragments

In Femdomly, the public walk of shame is a popular custom. It aids ego attrition. And convinces men they are no longer free.

Leigh is a fervent and dedicated warrior for female supremacy. Rich from a startup, she no longer needs to work. Promoting Gynarchy and Matriarchy fills her days.

Conventional proprieties inhibit some women from engaging fully with female superiority and its real consequences. Leigh is an absolutist. Male freedom must end as soon as possible.

No male is exempt. Husbands, boyfriends, coworkers, and even family men must become slaves.

Since moving to Femdomly Leigh ended relationships, cut ties with everyone she once knew. No person nor sentiment interferes with dedication to Femdomocratic politics.

Except Rachel, her younger brother’s wife. Leigh did not know why Rachel called her. Perhaps because she and Ray had once been close. She learned Ray beat up Rachel about once weekly. Her brother was an abusive husband. That confirmed her feelings about men.

No woman can trust a man. Every man must live collared and leashed.

Leigh returned to her hometown. Ray was delighted to see her. But would not take Leigh visit Rachel. He claimed the latter was ill.

She easily drugged her brother’s beer.

Ray dreamed a big rock fell on his penis. Groin pain woke him.

Leigh stood in front of him. See stood on him, crushing his genitals.

“Pathetically tiny. Is this why you beat women?”

A gag prevented reply. Chains and strap kept him standing. Stopped almost all movement.

“You disgust me. Beating Rachel. Hurting any woman. This is the beginning of your punishment”

Ray shook his head, screamed incoherently through the gag.

“Whatever excuses, you’re trying to make aren’t worth hearing.”

Leigh raised a whip, began whipping her brother. Lashes cut deep welts. Ray writhed. His sister’s smile terrified him.

“Tears look good on you, brother. Tears and screams begin a man’s discovery of himself. Men are selfish, stupid. You all need a woman telling you what to do.”

More lashes. Some marks would never fade. She thought of castrating him. Kicked his scrotal sac instead.

Leigh pulled Ray along the floor to a chair. Seated him.

She painted his face with lipstick and eye liner. Worked on his long hair.

“I’m going to pull out the gag. Don’t say a word. I’ll kick you to death.”

Scared of his sister, he would do whatever she said.

Ray knew nothing of Femdomly. He was sure someone would rescue him.

“I’m going to take you for a walk. The public walk of shame.”

He would scream at the first police officer.

Leigh led Ray by a genital leash. His tiny cock stood up inviting mockery.

Women watched and laughed. No one acted as if anything unusual was happening.

Women wearing police uniforms laughed with the rest. No body cared. He was a joke.

Leigh led him back to her home.

“Ray, your new owner will be over the pick you up in an hour.”

“My owner?”

“Mistress Barbara. She’s an older Domme, a bit heavy. A firm disciplinarian and quite a sadist. From what I saw of Rachel’s body you must be a sadist. Now you’ll see what it is like on the receiving end.”

“I’m your bother and you’re giving me to some crazy fat old woman?”

Leigh backhanded his cheek. Spat in his face.

“I am giving you to a woman. Your superior. I warned her about you. She’ll beat you into shape. And keep beating you, just for fun.”

The doorbell rang. Mistress Barbara brought heavy shackles, thick chains and a long black whip.