Man Broken on The Wheel of Discipline
The wheel turns, his body shifts. Limbs pull against rope, stretching muscles. His joints ache. He feels as if he has been forced to crawl ten miles, his back loaded with rocks.
Joint pain is only one of his torments.
He is being trained for his future: life as the lowly slave of a superior being, a woman.
Whip Mistresses visit to lacerate his flesh. At least once every hour a Domme cuts fresh welts. Twenty-four hours a day. He must learn what is to be a man in the Femdomonomic world.
Unfed, never watered, the agonies of hunger and thirst almost shutdown his mind.
It is only his first day on the disciplinary wheel.
The Wheel of Discipline is a tool used by slave traders. Strong macho men spend three days slowly spinning. Bodies tossed, turned, beaten; selfhood withers, spirit fades: a man learns his helplessness.
Some men vomit shortly after the wheel begins to turn. During the seventy-two hours, they shit and urinate.
The Domme Slavers installed a special shower above the wheel. High pressure and tiny holes make the blasting water feel like needles. Being cleaned is a torment.
Body strain, starvation, whippings and brutal showers weaken masculine minds. He is being prepared for a life of obsequious obedience.
Mighty muscles become impotent. Arrogance and bravado die on the Wheel of Discipline.
A newly kidnapped man wakes on the wheel. He does not know where he is. Or why he is being tortured.
Or that he will be released before he dies.
When untied the man falls to the floor. Too weak to rise, unable to crawl despair overwhelms him.
A Mistress brings a baby bottle of slave slop. This begins the second phase of conditioning. Man depends on woman for the good things in life.
Broken, all emotional strength is gone. The Wheel of Discipline erases courage. He fears his female captors. His full enslavement follows easily.