Domme Slave Trainers Enjoy their Jobs
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.
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.
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?