Men’s Painful Welts & Bruised Minds
Virile handsome young men feel no surprise when approached by beautiful women. Their brains clouded by testosterone and lust; they are easily prey for cunning slavers.
Rohypnol helps as well.
A young stud, confident of his powers, made vain by his mirror faces implacable Dommes. All his hopes, his every aspiration dies.
Gray stone walls, thick chains shrink his universe. Trapped in a gloomy dungeon, his training begins. Mistress Slavers delight in reorienting men.
The jocks will never again visit a gym. But their strength will not fade. Hours of hard, heavy labor and plentiful slave slop will sustain their muscles.
The two Mistress Slavers enjoy hours in the dungeon. Their profession is like a never-ending party. Intoxication not from liquor but masculine suffering.
Men threaten, beg, plead. They always do. Words are as futile as their sinews.
The ability to form syllables fades. The helpless men moan and groan. The only other sounds, the swish and crack of the lash. And the amused chatting of two pitiless slave traders.
The Dommes play with men’s minds as well as bodies. Their captives drink a medley of erectile dysfunction medications and aphrodisiacs. Simultaneous agony and arousal confuse them. They feel terrible pain, yet are horny.
Sometime the Mistress Slavers grow serious. This is a different but deep pleasure. The women focus on cutting men’s flesh with their whips. Creating beautiful scars and gorgeous welts.
They photograph the most ravaged skin and gory wounds. Later their favorite pictures will become part of their photo albums. Other women can enjoy scenes of male misery.
Vanity beaten out of the men, the new slaves grovel, desperately pleading. Pleading for anything that will at least pause their pain. Virility crushed, meekness replaces their form egotism.
They fear women. Merciless women with whips make them afraid of the entire gender. Now they are ready for auction. The rest of their lives to be determined by women they have never met.
Women no longer admire them. Women own them, hurt and mock them.