Big Penis Humiliation
This professional Femdom slaver specializes in well-hung men. Men who, depending on your viewpoint, are blessed or close to apes and other beasts.
Kidnapping, training and selling such men is lucrative. It is often hilarious.
These men confuse anatomical enormity with worth. One swelled head fosters another.
Mistress Slaver enjoys grabbing a man by his ego and choking his self-esteem to death.
Her latest victim lies nude and helpless, secured to a bed by rope. His showy muscles cannot help him here.
He recovers; she begins.
He opens his mouth. She slaps it shut. Persistence brings more vicious slaps. Pain, the educator of the inferior gender, teaches him to be silent.
She stands over him, saying nothing. Her eyes are clinical; her lips mocking.
Her calmness, seeming indifference unnerves him. She asks no question. Prolonged ignorance excites his imagination. Terrible scenes from horror movies surface. The images resist attempts at banishment.
If he was ever brave, he is not now. He wants to beg for mercy.
She removes a knife from the drawer. His penis hardens as the blade comes near. (An involuntary reflex, ask your girlfriend to do it.)
Arousal and terror, the weird impossible conflation overwhelms his nervous system.
She laughs. Pauses. Backhands his face.
She grabs his penis. As she strokes it, the organ softens.
“Pathetic. Sissy. Wimp.”
Starring in his eyes, she orders:
“Make it hard. Make it hard or I’ll cut it off.”
His penis droops.
Suddenly she is gone. He wonders if the woman is a cannibal or serial killer. He worries she has gone to fetch a hacksaw.
She is back.
Grabbing his penis, she pulls up and down, masturbating him. His phallus inflates. But it is rubbery not hard. Wiggles futilely.
Even as a prisoner the motions of her latex opera gloves arouse him. His failure unmans him. He weeps.
She stops and laughs.
“You aren’t good for anything. I heard you big guys couldn’t get it up.”
Manlike, he wants to brag of his sexual conquests.
Mistress Slaver removes ropes, replacing them with chains and cuffs. She orders him to sit on the bed. He gobbles the candy she gives him. Swallows a glass of water at almost one gulp.
She leads him to a bathroom. It has the pristine inhumanity of an empty hospital room. She chains him to the wall.
She closes, locks the door.
The next day his training begins. Lashes, golden showers, CBT. groveling and contorted bondage fills his days.
Mistress Trainer orders him to wank. His penis fails. She belittles him for each failure. Scolds him, saying he is not a man.
Embarrassment kills his vanity.
She sold him for an excellent price.
His Mistress Owner knew the truth. The slaver’s gloves and the water the man drank all contained a tasteless odorless chemical.
The substance prevented full erections.
The death of his manhood made him humble and meek. She took pride in these deceptions. Deluding the seemingly impotent men was high comedy.