Mistress Slaver Training the Inferior Gender
He is YAB7814. His given name no longer matters. He will never again hear it.
He is in Cubical 17, one of many small areas where recently kidnapped men are trained for their future lives of slavery.
Mistress Slaver trains many men. Her methods are uniform; the daily time devoted to each novice slave minimal.
Once daily, each male is whipped, required to recite lines he studied the prior day. He is washed and fed. Unvarying days of discipline and food, destroy a man’s sense of time. He learns to fear and yet depend on Mistress Slaver. Without her, he will starve and die in the tiny room.
With mere males, she is heartless. Abducting and training them is her business. Only other women, Dommes, merit her interest and time.
Men memorize texts defining their new lives. They learn how to address the superior gender. They realize they have become chattels.
Should a male not fully respond to whippings, she switches to electroshock. The most resistant are cured of unacceptable attitudes with hot pokers.
That Mistress Slaver does not react to their anguish frightens them. They are trapped in a transforming process from which there is no escape.
Mistress Owner regards them as a grocer does cans of peas. Uniform products, sold at a reasonable price. Many live as drudges, sissy maids, workers on farms.
Mistress Slave takes no interest in their fate. Once yearly she purges her records. She remembers not one of them.
She vacations one month out of three. She goes to Femdomonomic places where the few men around are slaves.
She tells her friends that she could not bear the work, as well as it pays, without regularly escape from the stench of men.