the Queendom. Decadence, Destruction and Success

(a fan fiction)

(8th century B.C. – Greece)

Homer, and much later the Romans, spoke of the fates. In some texts it was one Goddess, in others three. But in reality, two Goddesses determined human males’ destinies… in particular the span of a man’s life and his allotment of misery and suffering. These women spun the threads of male destiny. The allotter and the inflexible. Lachesis designed and dispensed it, and Atropos cut the thread, thus determining the individual male’s moment of death…

(Modern day – New Orleans, USA)

Of all the various premieres of Ms. Viola Voltairine’s film adaptation of Ms. Lane’s book “Finding Love through Female Domination”, the one to be held at the New Orleans DomCon would be the most momentous. It was to coincide with the announcement of the beginning of Ms. Lane’s long dreamt of North American Queendom.

(One year earlier…)

She giggled and let out a slight sigh of pleasure as his slippery tongue darted between her toes, searching out perspiration and removing it. She was loving the feeling his tongue was giving her as he worked away, like little electric pulses of pleasure. There he was, a gorgeous strong male completely submitting to her orders, worshiping her feet. She loved it. Eventually she had no choice and ordered him to stop and put her boots back on as she had work to do!

Just at that moment her phone rang. She recognized Renee’s number as she picked it up.

“Hi! Yes, I just wanted to give you an update on things. We’ve identified a dozen prospects so far. I’m just putting the finishing touches on their nightly training tapes and will be emailing them shortly. Yes, of course! I used a variety of hypnosis techniques. It should be very hard for them to resist! They will all be very obedient little drones come the next Con!” She giggled again as unbidden, the man beneath her started kissing his way up her boots. She kicked him aside. “No! I need to work. Now go clean the bathroom until I call for you!” Smiling to herself, she watch his firm, naked ass as he left the room. “Oh, it was just the new boy. I’m giving him a try out. We’ll seee…”, she continued.

Hearing Viola send her boy to clean the bathroom, Renee looked out her own window at Butler on his hands and knees, clipping the grass with the grass clippers Renee had given him. “Yes. I love watching a man worked to exhaustion whilst we lounge in comfort for entertainment Ha Ha! We toy with them and give them false hope , it’s so much fun!” She smiled malevolently, thinking of what more she would do with him later.

After chatting a while longer Viola hung up the phone feeling even more energized. She always did after she and Renee discussed their plans for the future! She just might have to press the new boy into some… extra use later, she smiled as she put her headphones back on and restarted the recorder –

“… you must work very hard trying to impress women. You must become a mindless, primed drone in service to women. We are going to help you. This extended trance will help you crush your false male ego. Your selfishness. It robs you of your one true love, obedience to women. That is what you need to feel whole. You exist only as an extension of women, Women will rule you. The more selfless you are, the more aroused you will feel. Obedience is pleasure. You were never meant to think for yourselves, that is being selfish. Male selfishness is disobedience. You must come to feel we are always watching you, judging you, controlling you...”

She spoke into the microphone for over an hour. She knew from experience it would be very hard for any man to resist her silken, siren’s voice.

(Back to our present…)

If ever there was a focal point of female power & sexual energy, it had to be DomCon. Literally hundreds of dominant women – and their slaves – gathered for one extended weekend each year.

This year, a conference room had been set aside… set up like a throne room. Two magnificent, ornate chairs stood on a stage at one end of the room. A large whipping cross with leather restraints stood at the other. Wire dog crates, lined one wall between the two. The cages had been purchased and their delivery arranged by the very men who would soon occupy them.

A dozen male submissives had been issued personal invitations to attend the festivities surrounding the event. Men who had become devoted to Ms. Voltairine, Ms. Lane and their cause, and who had shown their usefulness and obedience to one or both of the women. Each one of the nine men who ultimately accepted the invitation were issued a collar in advance through the mail and told they must wear it at all times during the convention, unless a woman removed it.

Each of these powerful women’s sycophants were further instructed to bring with them a full hood and to be wearing their chastity device. In the months leading up to the event, more mundane instructions followed such as having a complete STD test and negative Covid test performed, and documentation of such brought with them. The instructions saw to it that each of the men were continuously performing what could only be described as religious purification – complete chastity, fasting days, hours of meditation, Ms. Voltairine’s nightly hypnosis recordings, required exercise and weight loss… The requirements were strict and lengthy. Failure to obey meant dismissal from the event. Their bodies were to be scrupulously clean and scentless. They were not to eat or drink for the 24 hours before presenting themselves. The women ensured that the hard bodied men they had created over the past year would be hungry in more ways than one!

The opening day of the convention finally arrived. It had seemed like an eternity for these men since they had first accepted their invitation! When each one arrived, a smiling young woman at the reception desk handed them a card directing them to proceed immediately to the conference room. “If other worshipers have arrived before you, you will not speak to them. You will remain completely silent while adding yourself to the cage next to the one before you. You will be monitored for obedience”. In the conference room, a webcam set up on a table to observe them watched silently.

The instructions continued, “You will take a name tag from the table and write the name of your home city, ‘Chicago’,’New York’,’LA’, etc. on the tag. Place it on the front of your cage.” Flipping the small card over, the instructions continued, “You will now strip down to just your collar and chastity cage. Place your clothes into your suitcase and leave it in one corner of the room with any others you see there.”

“Now crawl into your cage. Place your hood over your face and head. Wait silently.”

Above the two thrones, a large screen television looped a video over & over.

“Listen to me carefully slave. You are a slave. You want to be a slave. You must be a slave. You have to be a slave. You will be a slave…”

Meanwhile, in a opulent suite of the same hotel a large group of women relaxed, laughing and talking, eating and drinking, while on the large screen before them, the events of the conference room played out. These women had volunteered to support the Queendom once it was built by becoming guest Mistresses or volunteering time as wardresses, trainers, doctors, or psychologists for the male prisoners. One woman had gleefully volunteered to watch the screen for any male who disobeyed any of the instructions even in the slightest and record it. They would be punished later by her personally… much to her delight!

“You want to live in a world ruled by women…you like powerful women… powerful women turn you on…” The video in the conference room droned on and on.

“Women are powerful, women are goddesses. Women are better than men. Women are superior to men…” The men who had arrived early had already heard the video’s message over and over.

“…you must obey women. you must listen to women….“

Images of men on their knees kissing a woman’s boot or heels flashed on the screen.

“…you will encourage women to become more powerful…”

“…good boys are attentive. good boys are considerate trustworthy. Selfless. Caring. Affectionate. Subservient. Submissive. Obedient… Polite Respectful. You want to be a good boy. You need to be a good boy. You will be a good boy…”

More images of men standing in front of what was obviously their female bosses’ desk, head bowed, repeated in many versions.

“Goddess worship is spiritual. God is a woman. You will worship women…”

Men prostrating themselves in Sajdah position, praying before a beautifully gowned woman replaced the workplace images…

Without warning, the doors to the conference room swung open and Ms. Lane & Ms. Viola strode in, followed by Butler, Drum and robbi on leashes behind them, all with their heads bowed. They were dressed to thrill and cock after cock grew hard in the tight restrictions of their cock cages.

As they strode down the length of cages they playfully running their manicured fingers softly along the bars smiling before stepping onto the stage and seating themselves on the two thrones. Butler knelt to one side of Ms. Lane’s seat, robbi and Drum to the other next to their owner, Ms. Voltairine.

“Welcome slaves. You may crawl out of your cages and kneel here before us. Be quick about it!”, Ms. Lane commanded. Once they where all kneeling before the two women, Ms. Voltairine continued.

“This is a temple of Women. You will remain in silent and on your handsand knees at all times in respect to the women present and in contemplation of your misfortune at being born a male. Bow to us. Place your foreheads on the floor we walk upon.”

They both smiled huge grins as the men complied. They knew the show was being observed by the women in the suite above.

They continued, “Your fates are now sealed. You have a limited number of options left before you. You are to be auctioned off. Whatever price is bid for you by the winner, will be paid by you to the new North American Queendom. If you do not have enough money to pay, then she will work you and collect your pay until you have made good your debt to us.”

Her malevolent smile widened as she continued. “Once your debt to the Queendom is paid, you will then pay her an equal amount for bothering with you. You are her property and all your earnings go to her until all your debt is paid.”

“She will be the sole decider on how much of your earnings you will be permitted to survive on and be able to continue to work, and she alone will decide your living arrangements – with her – or in a small apartment she will allow you to maintain while you work off your debt. Her decisions are final. You will not be permitted any further choices. You will be hers until your debts to all of us are settled.”

“Think hard. This is the last free choice some of you will be permitted ever again. If, for any reason, you cannot submit yourself to this, you may place a sign on your cage that reads, ‘I am a worthless male who cannot obey women properly. Please beat me.'”, she gestured to a stack of cards on the table. “If you are willing to submit yourself to us, select the sign which reads ‘I am but a slave. It is my pleasure to serve.’ and place it on your cage. No questions! You have 5 minutes to decide. Collect a card and padlock from the table then back to your cages and lock them shut!”

Each man chose his fate. Some were truly fit to be servants of women having long ago made the choice. Others, seeing it as a hot game, also made their choice. Some knew themselves well enough to know what they were able and not able of doing. Though powerfully influenced by Ms. Voltairine’s hypnotic training tape, each man drew upon his life experiences, his desires and wants, and knowledge of his own limitations to decide and chose their card.

Five minutes later they were back in their cages, a sign on each. Of the nine men, three had demurred and had labelled themselves as worthless. Six had accepted to be auctioned off.

On the stage before them, Ms. Voltairine stood imperiously. Her slave Drum crawled to her and at her bidding, lowered her panties using only his teeth. robbi crawled to her holding an ornate gold and crystal bowl. He knelt, head down, and held the bowl between her thighs.

She smiled at the men in cages as the hiss of her peeing into the bowl was heard. As you have each starved yourselves as commanded and are weak. I will permit you to partake of my nectar and power as a sign of your obedience and to strengthen yourselves for what is about to happen to you! Worship Women for all we give you!” robbi worked her way down the line of cages dipping a small copper cup into the ornate bowl and passing it through the bars of each man’s cage for him to drink from. Ms. Voltairine proclaimed, “Let this be the first of many rituals you will come to crave and to love as a slave of the Queendom!”

Brigette, the woman who had watched the men for mistakes as they arrived, entered the room with two other Amazonian beauties. A single tail whip hung from her belt and she held a cane in one leather gloved hand. “You, you and you,” She pointed to three slaves. “You disobeyed the orders of a woman upon your arrival. Now you will be disciplined!” A huge smile spread across the sadistic young woman’s face…

The first slave dragged from his cage and strapped tightly to the cross. Brigette began to enthusiastically whip him hard, drawing tears and pleas for mercy from him. He was one of the slaves who had agreed to be auctioned. “you’d better learn to love this shit bitch.. I’m going to buy you and it’s going to happen to you for the rest of your life! I swear I get so fucking hot when i do the nastiest things to you little cunts! I can’t help it! Everything from here on will be degrading and painful for you!” She swung back the evil whip and it hissed through the air and struck his shoulders bringing another scream of pain from him. “Oh, I am only getting started with you!” Brigette laughed. “This will teach you to think for yourselves and disobey your superiors!” One of the Amazons dug her spiked heel into the back of the second disobedient slave as he waited his fate, watching him squirm beneath her.

Each one of the three suffered Brigette’s rath before being returned to their respective cages. Some of the women upstairs watched excitedly, while others had left to the privacy of their own rooms to prepare for the evening, many of them with personal slaves in tow. By and large they had been aroused by the events so far and made good use of their men before being bathed & dressed for the night’s main event.

The men in the cages had witnessed the discipline of the three errant slaves in silence, fearful of being added to Brigette the disciplinarian’s list. Not one dared to draw attention to themselves by saying a word.

Brigette’s handiwork done, the rest of the women poured into the room. Every woman so very different! Some in fetish gear and model thin, others in street wear… looking almost mousy and ordinary. Others in elegant evening wear, even period gowns. Large women, african-american, asiain… hair buzzed short, others long and luxurious like it had been combed 1,000 times. Which it had by their personal servant just an hour ago.

“Welcome to all the women here tonight! We are all here to bear witness to the advent of a revolution! We women assembled here tonight are the future!” Began Ms. Lane. The women burst into cheers! “Tonight is the FIRST annual slave auction of the North American Queendom!” They applauded wildly. An almost animalistic cheer went up and a rhythmic buzz seemed to fill the room. Some banged on the cages around them. Without exception, the caged and hooded men trembled and were very afraid of what these women would do to them!

“You have all been briefed on the terms of the auction. What you bid is for the men to pay!” The auction begins at $20,000!” The men in the cages went white! They did not know they would be expected to pay so much! Most all of them did not have that kind of money and it would take a long time to earn it! Add to the fact that it would be doubled! Once in payment to the Queendom and once more to the woman who bought them, they would be enslaved and worked for years!

“We may have neglected to mention to these men that if they cannot pay immediately at the close of bidding, the amount owed will of course be subject to interest. But we are only fair. The interest rate is set at twenty percent!” All the women burst out laughing, poking the men through the bars of their cages. “Sorry you weren’t informed before hand, but us women must have some secrets from you boys now, don’t we? It is a women’s prerogative after all… and now a woman’s world!

Before we begin the auction, we will deal with the failures who think being sold is not for them! One by one, the men who placed the “I am a worthless male..” sign on their cages were let out and made to crawl to the cross at the far end of the room, being kicked, spanked & cropped by a gauntlet of amused women along the way. Volunteers were called upon to see that each was beaten to tears and forced to beg for mercy. They where told to gather their suitcase from the corner and be gone, thrown naked out into the hallway.

Once the last ‘failure’ was released, Ms. Lane stood back on the stage and announced, “Six male slaves remain! Let the bidding begin!”

One by one the cages were opened, the men bound with cuffs and shackles were placed around their ankles and they were lead with a leash to the stage to be auctioned off to a room full of eager, fully dominant women feeling every molecule of their new power. They positively glowed!

The Queendom made almost $750,000 dollars that night. Six soon to be wealthy, well catered to women left the conference room that night, their new acquisitions – men who would spend the remainder of their lives in service to them and the Queendom – in tow.

The rest of the conference had a chance to see the movie premiere the following night, and had heard rumors of the Queendom and of what had happened in the conference room the night before. Suffice it to say, Ms. Lane, Ms. Voltairine and five other women all had at least one man under their feet during the movie lavishing their feet and shoes with kisses.

The convention drew to a close and Monday morning found Ms. Lane and Ms, Voltairine saying their good byes in the hotel parking lot. A bound and gagged man lay in the trunk of Ms. Voltairine’s car as her personal slaves, Drum and robbi packed their suitcases around him. She smiled down at her new slave. The first of many more to come. “What is next for you then?”, Renee asked. Ms Viola smiled and closed the trunk, “I’m off to film my next movie. And you?”

Ms Lane looked at Butler who stood silently at her side, eyes down. “I’m retiring! After a rest in Florida with Heather and suzie, I’m collecting our new slave fortune and am off to start the NAQ!” She said with a snap of Butler’s leash. “Say goodbye to Ms. Voltairine boy! This may be the last you ever see of her! Or anyone ever again for that matter. I have a deep hole waiting for you…” She thought about the deep whole she had had dug in the basement of the mansion she had selected for the NAQ that Butler would be locked in for the next few weeks… at least. She had a tv screen bolted to the wall that showed a live feed of her bedroom where she intended to entertain some very young and virile men very soon.

The sun felt good and warm on their skin and both women smiled with pure pleasure. Being a sadistic Goddess of men was good!