Pain is the price
Day to day I am under the control and supervision of my jailer, a tall beautiful woman who reports directly to my Mistress. A lot of my training is conducted by my jailer, who daily puts me through a workout in the weight room to ensure my physical conditioning. She is also in charge of transporting me back and forth to my Mistress, which is why I had just been prepared. My Mistress is a lady of about forty years, who is the publisher of an underground magazine and the head of a secret society of women who believe in female supremacy. They believe that males are in the world to serve the needs of women, and that once trained properly they can be allowed to serve that role. To them a male is a creature designed for heavy work, serving the sexual needs of the female, and for entertainment. Nothing else. They use the argument that his physical strength, reinforces the belief in his being a beast of burden and since his testicles, his most sensitive organs, are on the outside of his body, they are there for disciplinary reasons. For all his strength he is ultimately completely vulnerable by the females access to his testicles. For this and many other reasons they believe that female supremacy is the natural order of the world.