Laughing at of the Inferior Gender
Meeting attendance is scanty in summer. Many young Dommes are on vacation. If at least three can attend, they hold weekly meeting.
The Young Mistress’ Study Group meets to discuss and explore use and ownership of the male. Here women discard public falsity. They can openly discuss their superiority.
More accurately, they talk about the failings and foibles of the lesser gender. Men can be so stupid. They swap stories of frustration.
And share funny stories about tormenting men. This is often the main part of the meeting. Every woman wants to learn creative ways of disciplining and training wayward men. Men are shallow. Only forceful reminders can improve their behavior.
Humiliation and degradation are as popular as physical punishment. Seeing a man blush from shame is a basic Femdom pleasure.
At the end, they tell each other man jokes, like how many men does it take to … surely you already know them.
A member brings her male for the weekly discussion. At least once monthly, many women bring men for demonstrations and practice sessions.
For the men, it is CFNM shock to stand naked in front of so many women. The Dommes poke, prod, whip, and tease the men.
The audience laughs when a man blushes. Mockery deepens his shame.
Only three women attended this session of the Young Mistress Study Group.
The topic was male primary and secondary (anus) sex organs.
Subtopics are too plentiful for a single or even a half-dozen discussions. They focused on tease and denial and CBT.
Merely seeing the beautiful, sexy young Dommes prompted an erection. Whatever the organ’s faults, the penis is faithful to the truth.
They rubbed their bodies against his. He squirmed in desperate frustration.
Soft fingers stroked his arms and chest. Kisses were agony. It was a long meeting. The women relaxed and enjoyed his neediness.
Pre-ejaculate brought punishment. They yanked his pubic hair; fingernails cut phallic skin. He whimpered. One woman removed a stocking, shoved into his mouth.
Reluctantly the women closed the meeting. Next week they would explore the male anus. Each would bring strap-ons.
When the subject and his Mistress Owner returned home, she took him straight to the playroom.
She strapped him to a bondage table. With a tiny phallic whip, she lashed his already sore penis. He had never screamed so desperately.
Later, she filled a zip lock bag with Icy Hot. A rubber bag secured it to his penis. Bored with him, she left.
Crawling into bed, she snickered. Pain would keep him awake all night.