I wore heavy shackles and was carried through the streets in an open cart. A great mass of people had gathered, some of them leaning out of windows, from rooftops, and standing on each other’s shoulders. They were shouting and raised their fists at me. It took us more than five hours to reach the old prison. They dragged me inside where I was forced to stand on a platform in front of the Female Prison Guards. “This creature,” one of them said, “is also known as fuckfemdom and he’s the brainchild behind the notorious anti-Femdom blog called FemDamn. He will be flogged thrice a day and put to hard labour.” They brought me to a room where one of the guards shaved my head. They took my hair, but with it my dignity as well, because I felt naked, exposed and utterly humiliated. I looked like a bowling ball with ears, it was horrible. But worse, far worse, was to follow. I had challenged the Superiority of Women and lost. Not only did they capture, expose and imprison me, they were about to make my life a misery as well.