Mistress Loves Spanking Her Slave Man
A disciplinarian Domme Owner contemplates her male slave’s naked buttocks. Soft, white, vulnerable, they are pretty and penetrable.
Male buttocks aid in their owners’ education.
Cane, belt, tawse teach a man his humble place in Women’s Universe. Each stinging stroke carries the message that Mistress Owner must be obeyed.
Humility, unswerving obedience is mandatory. His opinion is irrelevant. Nor should he offer it unless ordered.
His tears and moans guide his Mistress Owner. She makes sure he suffers. That his misery is sufficient to be educative. To induce honest repentance. He cannot deceive her. The lesser masculine mind is an easily read text to the superior gender.
Male pain is beautiful. His whimpers arouse her cruelty. She spanks him for the sheer delight of it.
His maintenance spanking begins when she returns from work. Hurting him is more refreshing than a cocktail.
After supper, she spanks him again. Punishment for malfeasance.
If innocent, she spanks him for fun. Some evenings she struggles to stop. Hurting men is addictive.
Spanking finished, she pulls out a strap-on. Only her phallus, made of silicone, penetrates. His little thing stays locked in Lucite.
She pummels him senseless.
Mistress Owner lies on her bed. Her slave crawls between her legs. During her most intense orgasms, she grabs and pulls his hair.
Shoved off her bed, he crawls to his cot in the laundry room.
Envious of her sexual pleasure, he struggles to sleep. She said that one day, she may unlock him. Some nights, obsession with the possibility keeps him awake all night.
Morning arrives too quickly. Time to make Mistress Owner’s breakfast. Then his morning spanking.
Before she leaves, he licks her shoes clean. The high point of the slave man’s day.
Spankings hurt. He would be lost without them. His heart brims with gratitude. Happy to be the property of so wise a Domme.