Domination - Mexican Style
MADAME SPEAKS AGAIN
about of week of observing the things they were doing to
this man, I asked
to see Madame Diane again. Above all, I wanted to
know why they did certain
Q. What is the purpose of
A. I get paid $20,000 for
a subject plus $5,000 per week. He
has to be attractive, well-built, and, above
Q. But how does this
all make him obedient? The one I've been
observing seems to be resentful, if
A. He is still in the early
stages. First we initiate him, that
was the apartment. They come to think of
it as a doorway and actually
hope to go back there. That's why we have them
here where the police
don't bother us. They actually thing it's some sort of
that belongs to one of the girls.
What about the woman in military garb?
He will eventually think of him as his mother, the one who
takes care of him.
You see, part of this is also to reduce them to
same mind set they had
when they were twelve. Some we have to take
the way back to toilet training,
but not this one.
Q. Why not?
This one is specially commissioned by someone who like a bit
and independence. It's really quite a delicate job.
What about the one in leather?
She is punishment. He will learn to do anything she
-- that is
part of our brainwashing.
about the cameras?
and extra profits. He knows about them, so we
blackmail him. At the
same time, we rent the videos for parties of
Isn't this all a bit cruel?
isn't a human being to me, he is just another subject who
will bring a profit
if properly trained.
Q. Trained for
A. All of my products are capable
of acting a variety of roles.
They can endure, obey, be women, captive slaves,
A. Right. You know how
popular professional wrestling is? Did
you know that most of the audience is
women? And they know it is
Think of how much they would pay if it
were real, but with real rules
to prevent permanent damage which would, of
course, reduce the value
the men. Of course, the pain and the sweat are
real, as is the
A. Right, humiliation
is one of our chief weapons. They must
know that they are totally in our hands,
that they have no control
their fate, that we are their total masters.
Q. How do you train for gladiators?
A. He begins that training tomorrow.
Why not observe?
"In the combat
training, the most important thing we teach them
that the penalty for
loosing is very great. Too many of them will
simply suffer defeat, let themselves
be pinned, rather than suffer
further. They have to think that defeat is the
worst that can happen
to them, and the only way we can do that is by showing
happens if they loose. But first they have to lose, and that is what
session is about."
was obviously excited about this phase of the
training and quite talkative
about it. "One of the most glorious and
sexy sights is two men fighting
for the pleasure of on looking women,"
she said, and continued to talk
until she was called away and I was
left alone to watch.
was near ringside. The ring was much like a boxing ring, only
this one was
surrounded by women, all of them quite expectant of what
would come next. I
saw the captive brought in -- he had his hands
behind him and was wearing
a robe. Underneath he was wearing sturdy
but scant trunks. "That's so
they can take punishment, but only so
much," said Kathy who sat down besides
me. "Diane asked me to answer
came the opponent, a large, ugly man, who looked like a
wearing blue jeans and a sweatshirt. "That's Ivan, the
one who breaks
in the new men. Remember, they have to learn the agony
of defeat," Kathy
The bell rang and Ivan came
out slowly, smiling. Danny, I
his name was, still had his robe on,
but the referee, the girl in the
leather, stopped the bout to remove it, much
to the delight of the
spectators. Danny was well-muscled, even more so as a
result of his
week in captivity, but clearly was no match for the experienced
cut off the ring and Danny moved to avoid him. Then
Ivan got hold of his arm
and put Danny in an armlock and began to
pressure. I could see the
pain on his face. As he seemed about to
drop, Ivan turned him around, picked
him up, and threw him to the
canvas. The spectators screamed with delight.
Danny got up and was
rewarded by a full-nelson. The pain must have been terrible.
slipped out. Ivan charged in anger, and Danny managed to flip
him over, showing
that he had wrestled somewhere before. He dove to
pin Ivan, but the referee
reached for a cattle prod and stung Danny
Ivan was angry. He grabbed Danny by the hair and threw him
against the ropes,
slapping him as he bounced off. Danny slumped to
his knees. Ivan pulled him
up by his hair and got him in a backwards
bear-hug as Danny kicked and waved
his arms. The girls screamed and
shouted "Pull them off," and Ivan
Ivan was not finished yet however.
He tied Danny's arms in the
ropes and punched him in the gut over and over
again. He stretched
legs apart and then chocked him. I must admit that
even I was
becoming aroused at this sight, a handsome, muscular man, writhing
agony, sweating and straining, in the nude, right in front of me.
should see the punishment," Kathy said, as she gave a signal to
in leather. Ivan finished off Danny with a few kicks and then
another signal, Danny was tied to the floor. "Now we begin
part. Notice all these women here? They've paid $50 a
for this and
unless the man puts up a good fight, they expect some
did O.K., considering, but he still must learn."
woman dressed as a nurse came into the ring and pulled out a
injected it into his arm. "This will give him great
pain and agony,"
Kathy said and she was right. Danny began to squirm
and twist on the canvass,
almost in spasms and then began to cry out.
The one in leather pulled out a
whip at this and began to swing away.
This lasted for about five glorious minutes
and then silence.
Slowly, the one
in leather removed his trunks, as all looked
almost in reverence. The drug
also had the effect of producing a
stiff erection. It stood out in
the center of Danny, in the center of
the canvass, pulsing as Danny still quivered.
I wanted to feel it
within myself, but the drawing started. After the winning
called, a woman got up, pulled up her dress, and sat on it, and
and sat, and rose, until she came. Then came others.
it stood up, with us all looking in wonder. The one with
leather pulled out
a knife and moved toward it. All were silent as
moved the knife along
it. Danny looked in terror. She moved her arm
back and started to swing forward
and Danny passed out.
timing," said Kathy, "He'll remember that!"
Danny was carried
out on a stretcher as the women watched, somewhat
reverent, but spent, and
next technique I witnesses was designed to strip the subject
of all self-dignity,
to remove all vestiges of modesty. The guy was
strapped, fully, but deceptively,
clothed, on a rack similar to the
one in the gym. This time, however, he was
at full strength and
awareness, and was beyond a short fence about fifteen
feet away from
where the women would walk by. It was sort of a game. The women
pay $5 to pull a lever which was attached to a slot machine and
would cause one piece of his clothing to be removed.
first the action was slow, but it was only noon and the booth
had been open
for only about half and hour. Slowly, however, parts of
his clothing began
to disappear. First his shoes and socks, which
presented to the winner.
Next, the shirt and slacks, and I could see
his muscles straining at the bonds,
but to no avail. After hours, his
undershirt and then he was left only in a
swim suit. The next winner
left him in only a posing suit, and then the action
stepped up, and so
did the shouting. The next winner left him with a strange
--the front looked like a posing suit, but the rear was cut
solid, firm buttocks were on display. His face turned red as
The women stared,
looked, shouted, made suggestions, for about an
hour. Then play resumed, and
the next winner left him with just a
new woman, wearing a flowing white gown, came in. She pulled
and the wheel moved down and toward the crowd. His
shifted so that
he lay at attention on his back. He was surrounded by
the women who could look
but not touch, talk but not do.
was thus left on display for ten hours as hundreds of women of
all types walked
by and stared, each making their own comment on all
aspects of him. This had
two effects: First, it was to thoroughly
degrade him to think of himself as
perpetually naked before woman.
Second, it would raise the bidding for the
final piece of cloth.
The angel in
white pulled the lever again, and he was returned to
his original position
on the rack. The winner got to remove the strap
personally and then wires were
attached to various parts of his body.
The slot machine began to whirl again,
and each win sent a shock of
varying intensity to an appropriate part of the
body. This continued
for another five hours, and I could see that he was fully
broken, whimpering and trembling, with the hint of tears from
I didn't know if I should
contribute to this sadism by being
or if I should let myself go and
try to get him for myself. I found
instinct in me driving me to try
the slot-machine and I finally did.
As I looked back, it was pretty sick, but
at the time, I couldn't help
myself, so carried away I was with the chance
to be the dominant one.
I pulled the lever and got the triple lemons, and the
horrible and wonderful. Every muscle in his body stood out as if
was a human anatomy chart! The pain and strain must have been
all I could think about was what a wonderful creation he was.
called from my soul all the strongest drives I had
behind my professional
Then, he was left there
to rest, but still on display. "You'll
get a chance at him later, if you
want," Kathy said, "but now he has
stay like that until he
thinks of it as his natural condition. That
way, Madame Diane can take him
to his next step, and I know you'll
to see that."