In society, males cannot speak to a woman without being spoken to first. They cannot ask a woman out on a date, nor can they show any types of romantic or sexual advances toward women. It is against the law. Males must remain completely subservient and docile in the presence of women. Women, on the other hand, can be aggressive toward men, and use them for workers, companions, pets, or simply to breed. It is common for a woman to have romantic and sexual relations with a free male, but if she becomes pregnant and learns she is having a male, often she will choose to abort her pregnancy instead.

My problems began when I was on trial for speaking to a woman without her consent. It was my third time before the judge and I knew this was not going to end well. Society has a 3 strikes and you're out policy, where after your third offense, you are stricken from society. Males are all too aware of this policy, but some still chance it anyway. As I stood before the judge, eyes lowered, the court read my history. My first offense was once when I spoke to a woman and asked her out. I was sentenced to 30 days labor under the supervision of the court. My second offense was when I spoke to a women and complemented her on her looks. She reported me and I was arrested and again brought to trial. This time, the judge sentenced me to 90 days of hard labor, which began immediately. By the time I finished this sentence, I had lost over 1/3 of my body weight and was physically and mentally broken. You would think I'd learned my lesson and would have stayed away from women altogether. But I didn't, and my latest offense was when I was lawfully speaking with a woman, I misinterpreted her interest toward me, and made an unwanted advance. This was the end for me. I was a third time offender, and was convicted by a lady judge of unwanted aggression toward women. Unwanted aggression simply meant approaching or speaking to a lady without permission. The judge, seeing I was a 3rd time offender, sentenced me to reeducation through permanent labor. This was society's way to rid itself of undesirable and aggressive males. Permanent labor was just a fancy word for slavery, which was a practice condoned by the government. It was a punishment reserved for males only, because by law, a female could not be sentenced to slavery. It was the harshest sentence possible, because it afforded the subject no rights or recourse whatsoever. The sentence was absolute. The male was sentenced to a life of hard physical labor for the benefit of women, with no chance of freedom.

As slaves had no rights or protection under the law, women could punish them as they saw fit. Women were hard on slaves, because they were determined to break their will and demonstrate their superiority over them. They knew men sentenced to slavery were the bottom rung of society and had to be treated as such. Women were accustomed to working their slaves so hard, many even died from the extreme physical work. There were no laws against physically harming, maiming or even killing a slave.

After the sentencing, I was led to the back of the courthouse where I was shackled, chained, and brought to a holding area. The chain was secured to a post, and I was left alone to wait to be brought to the processing center where I would be transferred to a labor division. Shortly after, three female guards entered the holding area and approached me, and unchained me from the post. They led me outside to a waiting van, and after I entered, my chains were locked to the floor. Now I began the ride to my new life.

After what seemed like several hours driving along, the van stopped for good. The guards got out of the van, unlocked me, and brought me inside the compound. I was brought to a desk where several other guards, all women, approached me and started cutting off my clothes. As they pulled them away and threw them into the trash, I stood there in my underwear, embarrassed to be in front of these women. One guard returned to cut the underwear off, and as she removed the last bit of clothing I had, I stood there with my hands cupping my genitals. I was ordered to my knees, and one of the guards took a set of electric shears to my head, cutting off all of my hair. She mentioned to me that males sentenced to permanent labor are kept bald. Once shaven, they walked me to a shower room, where I was quickly washed with cold water. I shivered and felt my balls tighten up as my penis shrunk. My skin had goose pimples but they went away when the shower ended. I was afraid to speak and just looked down, avoiding all eye contact. After being showered they led me out, but I was still scared while they dried me off. They walked me to another room, and when the door was opened, I saw three or four other naked men standing there, all bald and shackled in a similar fashion, looking at me as I was brought in. They were all locked to rings set into the concrete wall, and I was brought to an vacant ring where I was locked. I didn't say anything at first, but two of the other men were talking and describing how they were sentenced. The reasons were all the same as with me, they were 3 time offenders and excommunicated from society.

We were kept there for several days, with nothing to do but sit around and think about our sentences. We were given grainy biscuits for meals, plus water. The biscuits were awful tasting, and felt like they were stale. The serving of meals was the only break in the long boredom of our days. One morning near the end of the week, a guard came in after breakfast. She carried a hose and washed us off. She told us to clean ourselves well, especially under the arms and between our legs. Then she said she would be back shortly.

I would say we waited for at least two or three hours when the door was opened again, only this time several other women entered and approached us. As they unlocked us, one of the men started resisting, but the women ganged up on him and quickly beat him to the ground. They stood us in a row, front to back, and chained each of us together at the neck to form a chained line. We were told to follow them and be quiet, and as we walked down the corridor, our chains rattled as we neared a double door. As the door was opened, we saw lots of people inside, mostly women, some sitting while others stood and chatted. A woman rang a small hand bell, and announced they they were going to begin. We were led to a special area where more rings were secured to the concrete wall, and one by one we were unchained at the neck and re-chained to the rings. I still had freedom of movement, but standing there naked in front of all these people completely humiliated me. I knew instinctively I was going to be auctioned to a woman, who would probably use me for the labor I'd been sentenced to. I was so scared, but I stood there, eyes down, trying to cover my genitals. The woman auctioneer saw this and came by, and moved my hands away, She did this with another slave, too. Apparently, the humiliation is just as much a part of the punishment as the actual slavery.

The women came up to the stage and reviewed the slaves to be auctioned. Mostly they were looking for signs of disease, or indications that the slave would be suitable for physical labor. I was examined by two of three women, and they handled me roughly as they turned me around to see my back and leg muscles. This is where I saw Mistress Patty for the first time. She was tall, with short reddish hair, and a large frame. She was one of the women examining me, and in authoritative way, ordered me to open my mouth as she checked inside. She looked in my ears and felt my arms and legs. She ordered me to hold out my hands, palms up, while she checked for callouses or signs I did manual work. The had me lift up my feet one by one to show her the bottoms, again to check for rough skin or signs I had worked barefoot. She walked away, and returned to her seat. Other women examined me in the same fashion, but also returned to their seats before the auction began.

I looked around the room nervously as the auctioneer started to sell us slaves to the women buyers. The first male was unlocked from the wall, brought forward and made to stand on a small platform. The auctioneer called out for bids and sold him for a small price. I was the second one to go on the auction block, and I was led forward to the platform. This is where Mistress Patty entered her bid for me. It gave me shivers up my spine knowing I had been degraded to mere property. Finally, with no other bids, I was declared sold and the auctioneer wrote a number on my chest. That was Mistress Patty's auction number, so they would know I was the one she bought. I was led off of the platform and back to the stage, where I was again chained to the wall and waited for the auction to end. The other three slaves were sold to women, who undoubtedly would make their lives miserable. By this time, Mistress Patty came over and gave me a look over. She didn't like the fact that I was taller than her, and ordered me to kneel down. As I knelt, she paid the auctioneer for me, and I was unlocked. She then gave my neck chain a strong jerk to get me going. I followed her out to her van, but being barefoot and chained, I couldn't walk as fast as her. The chains kept tangling up in my toes causing me to stumble. She stopped and turned around, and barked out an order to hurry up. I knew it had begun. I didn't know what would be ahead of me, but I knew my life would be harsh and filled with despair from here on. We reached her stake truck and I climbed into the back, where she had another slave secure my hand chains to the stake side. I thought it would be best to lay down, so I wouldn't bounce around in the back. The other slave climbed into the back, and Mistress Patty started the drive home.

We turned off of the main road and down a long dirt road, ending up in some type of quarry. I asked the other slave where we were going, but he cautioned me to just keep quiet. The truck stopped, and Mistress Patty got out to walk to the rear. Once the slave unlocked me I climbed down, and Mistress Patty ordered me to follow her. As I walked I looked around and could see 20 or 30 other slaves all working hard, moving stone and dirt, all under the watchful eyes of women overseers. These slaves were all naked, except for a chain around their neck and chains at the ankles. Every few seconds the crack of the whip would be heard, followed either by a painful scream from a slave or the overseers yelling to work faster. I followed Mistress Patty to a small clearing, where I saw an anvil and a small grill with glowing coals. There, she had an overseer and two slaves waiting for me, and she ordered me to kneel. I did as I was told. This overseer, Mistress Lin, stood there with a whip coiled in her hand, and a sheathed knife in her belt. The two slaves walked around me and removed the shackles, while simultaneously chaining my ankles with another set of chains. These were different, heavier, with a shorter span between the legs to allow me freedom of walking, but not running. Mistress Patty told me to sit down on my ass, and lift my leg up to the anvil. As I did, the first slave took my foot and hammered the chain loop closed on the anvil. The same was done to my other ankle, so the chains would be permanently fastened without locks. Without proper tools it would never come off. Apparently, that was the idea. The other slave fit a length of chain around my neck, and I was ordered to move my head toward the anvil. It was a lighter chain but it was quickly hammered closed, and Mistress Patty ordered me back to my knees.

Mistress Patty addressed me by saying she knows why I was sold into slavery and it was her duty to educate me in the ways of female superiority. She said this is a rock breaking operation, and it was her intention to work her slaves very hard to break them physically and mentally. She suggested I look around. The slaves were all toiling away, sweating and dirty, not getting a minute's rest. She said that is what she expected of me, and would not tolerate anything less. Mistress Patty said she works her slaves 7 days a week, with no time off, rain or shine. She said in the morning, there is a quick period for breakfast, followed by lunch midday, and supper at the end of the day. The food slaves eat is an oat mixture, which will provide basic nutrition, better than we deserve. It is enough to keep us alive, and nothing more. She added that she cares nothing about me, my feelings or my health. My body is just a piece of property, a tool she will use to make money.

At this point, I had gotten the picture that my life had changed dramatically for the worse. Why couldn't I have just kept my mouth shut, and not talked to that woman, I thought to myself. Mistress Patty asked Mistress Lin to hand her the "daughter", which she held up and described as a scavenger's daughter, a medieval torture device. She said this would immobilize me in the most uncomfortable way, and she would keep me in this for weeks on end if I did not show obedience and submission. Next, she asked Mistress Lin for the whip, which she let uncoil on the ground. She said she would have me whipped 24 hours a day if necessary until I am broken. Lastly, Mistress Lin handed her the knife, and Mistress Patty again suggested I look around. Mistress Patty asked me if I saw any slaves with clothes, and I answered no. She said she keeps her slaves naked all of the time without any clothes or garments. She said garments cost money and we aren't worth it. She held up the knife and threatened to use it to cut off my penis and testicles if I ever showed any sexual desire, anytime. She said my life now is work, not play, and she knows how men can lose control when they're around women. She said she'd better not see me playing with myself or having any type of erection, or off it comes. I knew she was serious, and she reminded me the law allowed women to mutilate slaves in any way they wanted. At this point my penis shriveled up and became small, while I could feel my scrotum sack tighten and become hard.

I remained on my knees while Mistress Patty walked around me and ordered me to lie down on the ground, face down. As I did, her two slaves sat on me, on on my legs, and one on my back. They immobilized me while the overseer poked the grill and retrieved the brand. It had been heating up since well before I arrived. I squirmed and tried to move, but Mistress Patty kicked me in the side and I stopped. Mistress Lin stood over me and without warning, plunged the brand deep into my ass cheek. I screamed in pain as the brand seared its mark on me. She pressed in hard, to burn through multiple layers of flesh and leave a permanent mark. That was the first brand, to signify that I was a slave. The next brand came, which indicated that I was property of Mistress Patty. Mistress Lin pressed that hard into my ass, and I screamed again. The second brand felt like it was much larger, almost wrapping itself around to my leg. I later found out it was bigger, as it contained Mistress Patty's name and seal. The two slaves got off of me, and Mistress Patty ordered me to my feet and to follow her. I was crying from the brand when she turned and mentioned one last thing. She said whenever I am summoned by a woman, I am to run to her and drop to my knees, eyes down. Never am I to stand in a woman's presence, except when ordered to do so. I followed her as she turned to walk toward the yard, with Mistress Lin following. She turned me over to Mistress Lin, who issued me a 20 pound mattock, and ordered me to get to work. I turned around to look at the work area, and must have hesitated, because the next thing I heard was a swishing sound, followed by a sharp burning pain on my back and the sound of the whip cracking. As I screamed in pain, Mistress Lin yelled to move, now! I hobbled as fast as I could to the work area, but the chains slowed me down. I saw the other slaves all digging away and breaking rocks, so I joined in and started working. Very quickly I worked up a sweat, and before long I was dripping wet.

Dust and rock chips were flying everywhere, and I wasted no time in getting dirty. As you would hit a rock, chips went flying everywhere at great speed. Some even cut into my legs and chest, leaving little drips of blood. I was afraid that being naked, they would fly into my genitals. The dust just stuck to the sweat, and as it dripped off, the sweat would become dirty by the time it dripped on the ground. After using the mattock nonstop for 20 minutes, I was exhausted and thirsty. I looked around for signs of water, but there were none. Mistress Lin was close by because I heard that swish sound again, followed by another crack to my back. Before long I came to fear the sound of the swish, because I didn't know if it was for me or some other poor slave working. Mistress Patty didn't lie to me. They would use the whip 24 hours a day if necessary to keep a slave working fast. I kept working through the late morning until it was time for lunch. The slaves all kept their tools with them, and lined up for their oat gruel and water. The gruel was served room temperature, and was absolutely tasteless. It was watery and mushy, yet I knew this is all I would have to eat. I quickly downed it and finished none too soon, because after about 10 minutes, the overseers came through and cracked the whip, sending the slaves back to work. We were worked hard all day until evening, when we were given oat gruel again for supper, and allowed to rest for the night. I had made it through my first day. Now, I just had the rest of my life.

To be continued . . .