Male Slave Training: Hopelessness, Agony, Anguish
The women who kidnap and sell men into slavery are an individual and idiosyncratic group. Some simply want the money: cash for men. Others feel enslaving men is an important contribution to female supremacy: taking away men’s freedom, converting them into chattels, brings the day closer when women will own the world.
Femdom slavers develop their own methods and techniques. All involve a mix of physical and emotional suffering. Scars of body and mind mark a man who has forever lost the possibility of self-determination.
He was a person; now he is a thing. Something owned and used by the superior gender. He will be discarded if unsatisfactory. Replaced when broke. Abducting, training, selling men is an important part of the Femdomonomic economy and the Femdomosophic lifestyle.
Mistress Viehisch is proud of the simplicity with which she trains men to serve as women’s slaves. Her main tools: corporal punishment (cane, tawse, hairbrush) and exhaustion. And uncertainty.
The man wakes in an unknown place. Ropes bind him, keep him captive. Helpless.
Mistress Viehisch beats and whips him. She says nothing. There are no explanations. Only pain.
A lash to his lips teaches the man to not ask questions. His life’s goal is minimizing his suffering. He cultivates an obsequious demeanor. Keeps his head bowed, eyes averted.
Ignorant of her purpose, of how and why he came to be here, terror overcomes him. Her lash seems to always be cutting fresh welts. He cries until his tears are exhausted.
Never washed dry sweat and caked grime reinforces his feelings of impotence.
At irregular intervals between whippings and naps, she feeds him repulsive meals: boiled chopped liver and tofu floating in stale piss. At first he refuses to eat. Desperate hunger forces him to swallow the nasty filth against his will. He despises himself for not being able to resist.
Hitched to a cart, the slave trainee carries Mistress Viehisch along the boundaries of her secluded property. He walks the same paths repeatedly.
She brought a book and read as the slave walked. Sometimes she would bring a lunch and have a Picnic. She relaxed while the novice slave stood at attention. She in the shade; he in direct sunlight.
The aroma of her food. Her relaxed enjoyment added to his torment. He prays to her silently. Fear and deprivation cause him to worship his captor.
He pulls the cart until he collapses. Mistress Viehisch kicks his genitals until he rises and pulls the cart back to the barn. His universe is pain, confusion, hopelessness and exhaustion.
This routine lasts for at least a month. Horrible food, continual tiredness, whippings and pointless labor. He begins to forget his prior life. His new reality erases the old.
Mistress Viehisch says nothing. He still has no idea why she is doing this to him. Uncertainty is the worst torture of all. He stops wondering. Or thinking. He just is. A simple creature whose only goal is to survive until the next day. He does really want to live but sees no alternative.
The slaver sees his spirit has worn away. Hope dead. She has taken everything except fear and misery.
Now she explains. She is a professional slaver, she abducted him to train and sell him. He would be sold online.
He might become the property of a kindly Mistress Owner. Or be used for heavy labor until work wears him out and he dies.
The worst possibility: his new Mistress Owner may be a sadist who buys men for her dungeon. His only purpose would be to make a cruel woman laugh.
His mind and heart enslaved, she sells him. Once his new owner takes him away, Mistress Viehisch forgets he exists. She is indifferent to his or any male’s fate. She has other men to train and sell.