Mistress Decides to Keep Rather Than Sell a Man
Mistress Gayle has long enjoyed kidnapping and selling men. Her career of enslaving men has never dulled her idealism. She believes taking men from the life in which they oppress and compete with women improve society.
A world that is better for women is better for all. Once in chains, men can find peace in service to the superior gender.
Men no longer struggle with decisions. Lacking intellect, their limited minds cannot solve complex problems. The economy is a masculine mess. As is the health care crisis. Men waste lives and wealth in foolish wars.
Men’s work must be commensurate with their abilities. Men can sweep the floor. Not solve poverty. Women once in power, can cure humankind’s ills with clarity and wisdom. Qualities innate in women.
Extreme subjectivity corrupts male understanding. Men are too emotional. Shifts in medicine show that women make superior scientists. A man should bake pies while his girlfriend saves the world.
Such is Mistress Gayle’s faith. Shared by most believers in female supremacy.
Day to day, she focuses on practical matters. Taking and filling orders from Dommes. The male slave is brisk. Or abducting men she thinks will bring a high price at auction.
Of course, she has biases. A physically powerful woman, she prefers weak men. Orange-red hair gives the less gender a bright and attractive appearance.
She thought Mark cute, set and closed a trap for him. A second-year law student, she thought he might have the potential to serves as a slave secretary or accountant.
A skinny male, no work farm would bid on him. Mistress Gayle did not worry. She never failed to sell a man.
She became aroused the first time she spanked him. His tears aroused her more than other men’s. His begging made her giddy.
Ignoring her usual schedule of physical and emotional indoctrination, Mistress Gayle grabbed a strap-on harness.
Mark squealed as she thrust into him. She was gentle.
Mark’s fear turned into confusion. This frightening woman forced him to have unnatural sex. He should feel anger (and shame). Instead he enjoyed being on the bottom. She could tell when his frightened moans became those of enjoyment.
He could not admit his pleasure in anal sex on the bottom. Yet he had never felt such sexual repletion. He did not want to masturbate.
Mistress Gayle repressed her fondness for Mark. She beat him harshly to convince herself he was just another male. She would train and sell him.
Involuntarily she hugged and kissed him. Momentarily fear faded from Mark’s eyes. He blushed. Picking up the strap-on, he kissed it. He did not understand his own actions.
Alternations between savagery and sweetness swiftly brought out Mark’s buried submissiveness. He obeyed orders. Never resisted.
He surprised himself the next day when he saw her pick-up the strap-on. He bent over the bed, his legs separated.
Mistress Gayle used him as a sex slave. Cunnilingus thrice daily, sometimes more often.
Whipping him was always freshly enjoyable. His bright red buttocks often made her reach for the strap-on.
Seeing his erection when licking her shoes made her realized that Mark was in love with her. She could not deny her love for him.
Mark takes care of Mistress Gayle’s paperwork. She unlocks his chastity device at least once monthly. Most of the time, her strap-on leaves him satisfied. She will always whip him. He hates pain but knows that as a superior owner’s slave corporal punishment will remain part of his life.