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And I'll never do so, from now on.

As the poet used to say, there all is order, luxury, serenity and voluptuousness.

Males, enslave males, of course.

Why do we feel the urge to be extreme? they would be thankful for it most of the time….

Yet, now that they are enslaved by the Amazons they all look alike, totally interchangeable, shorn, their naked and emaciated bodies bruised and marked by the whip.

they are often depicted as galley slaves or as working in the fields or a Female led household and always under the watchful eye of one or more leggy, whip-wielding Dominas ensuring that the requisite standards are met.

If such a thing happened, we women may be seen as the oppressors and men as the victims, which could in turn create a similar gender revolution, but catered to men.

Of course she immediately spots the dehydrated Roman on his crossbeams.

Not exactly friendly and welcoming.

Since there is never enough male labour, it is only natural that the mistresses are overworking their beasts of burden to the limit, and far beyond, subjecting them to the harshest discipline and the most degrading living conditions.