Men In Pain

My jailer on the other hand has taken me during the night to her room and has played with me and fucked me and even allowed me to come. She doesn't believe in the women's society but she does enjoy having a male toy to play with. She loves to parade me around while she whips me but she enjoys the power for sexual reasons, not for some new world order. During my whipping she also likes to caress me and whip me at the same time so as to heighten the pain pleasure game she plays, but there is never any doubt who is in charge and she never lets me forget it. My Mistress uses me in an entirely different way. To her I am a slave, to be abused and tortured in any way she likes. She enjoys tieing me on different apparatuses and adding clips and weights to me and then leaving me to suffer in front of her. She loves to see me squirm and suffer in my bondage. To her it is not sexual it is just raw power. She loves to tie me in ways that one part of my body when fastened to another part causes great distress. When I try to move I just pull on another sensitive body part. She just sits in front of me and sketches me for her magazine.

My jailer was in charge of my day to day activities. Her other duties included looking after the female slaves that were used for grooming and for the housework. These females were quite young and had been purchased by my Mistress after her Society had deemed them not acceptable for the new world order. They had been observed being subservient to men and chasing after them in their daily lives and this had so enraged the Society that they had kidnapped them and turned them into slaves. Because they were seen as traitors to womanhood they were treated as less than human. In the social order they were ranked less than male slaves. My jailer treated them in this manner and at night you could hear their screams come from the punishment room. Both my Mistress and my jailer took great delight in the continued torture of these young women. They were never seen during the Society meetings, I was the only entertainment then, but on any other night they were put through hell on the special devices that my Mistress had invented to punish their betrayal to womanhood. She had them circumcised and had rings pierced through their pussy lips and then locked the rings together so that they could not masturbate or pleasure each other. Any attempt to have sex together and they would face the most horrible of tortures imaginable. I had heard of these things from the grooming slaves who shaved me every other day.

She drew slowly as I hung before her. She talked about her new world order, and how there would be no crime. She said that males had ruined the world and that women and the planet had been victims for too long. She talked about her Society being a leader in the eventual control of men and how they would be put to the use that they were intended for, hard work and pleasing women. She talked about keeping men strong and in good shape, not feminizing them. She believed in strong women controlling strong men. She commented on my progress saying that I was becoming quite useful. She mentioned that my predecessor had died on the cross that I was on. He had attacked one of her guests one day, so she had him crucified in front of everyone, the guests and the other slaves. She said he had taken a few days to die and it was very painful and if I ever did anything like it I would face the same fate. With that she stood up, showed me the drawing and called for the jailer to take me down.

When I awoke the morning after the party, breakfast was brought to me and I was unfastened and told to eat and shower. My jailer said she would return in an hour and I was to be taken to the garden. I assumed this was so I could be sketched. My Mistress like to put me into bondage and sit before me and sketch me for articles in her magazine. She felt that the more women could see how wonderful it was to see a naked male in bondage, the more would join her in her quest for female supremacy. I was taken from my cell in the usual bondage position for walking and led to the garden. My Mistress was already sitting in her chair and I knelt to kiss her feet. She told my jailer to crucify me and she would ber back in a few minutes. I was tied onto a large mechanical cross and she pulled a lever and I was lifted upright. My wrists were fastened on the crossbeams and my ankles were tied to rings near the base, about a foot off the ground. At first it was quite uncomfortable but it slowly became extremely painful. My Mistress came back and waited until I was stretched in a lot of pain before she began to sketch.