Slave Men Sold at Public Auction
Slave training finished, Mistress Slavers prepare to send men to a Femdomonomic auction house.
Humiliation neuters masculine egos. Whips and canes teach obedience. Men learn to fear women’s justice. To obey without question.
Impotent chattels, they never speak without permission. Nor look women in the eyes.
Femdom slavers are ruthless women. They exploit male weakness. Men are not human. Males are products to be developed and sold.
The auction house sends a semi-trailer truck. Stacked ceiling-high, cages line the walls.
The truck stinks of male sweat. Lonely in darkness, subdued by oppressive heat, most men cry. Thus, they begin a life of tears and suffering.
In the Femdomonomic underground there are two types of men: useful and unwanted. Weeks of harsh training ensure these men will be useful slaves.
The truck backs up to the warehouse. The human cargo joins the male chattels already in storage.
The day’s batch of men is removed, transferred to the auction house. Subhuman merchandise, they stand on stage, sweating under hot lights.
Only the bidding women’s eyes are visible. Eyes of predators. Some men cover their genitals. Women view penises and testicles with contempt. Objects of torment not desire.
Once they were sons, boyfriends, husbands, lovers. Now they are only objects.
Select males go to an exhibition hall. Potential buyers examine men closely. Women laugh when the men tremble and blush. Naked, the men have their first taste of CFNM.
Sadists pinch and kick men. They search for the men most enjoyable to torture.
Bidding begins. Some men bring few bids. They will become drudgery slaves and sissy housekeepers. Men with useful skills go for more money. Potential sex slaves inspire the most competitive bidding.
Men for whom no one bids will be sold as a bulk lot. Disposable workers and dungeon fodder. Their brief lives will pass doing backbreaking labor or screaming under the lash.
Men know nothing about the women who bought them. Fear and suspense knot the men’s stomachs. Mistress Owners have the power of life and death. No one protects slaves.
A month of brutal training can never really prepare a man for a lifetime of servitude. A useful chattel will serve for decades. Only death brings freedom from slavery.