To paraphrase Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart, “I can’t write my fantasy, but I know it when I read it.” LoL! I can’t claim to have authored every word of my fantasy for you, but every word is my fantasy.
Her casually dressed friends sat on plush sofas and chairs around the room’s perimeter, beverages in hand, taking in the sight at the rooms’ center. The Women enjoyed Viola’s screenings – their get-togethers where Viola’s stable of boys would wait on, and perform for them. Strong professionals, all of them, the Women reveled in the reversal of societies prescribed oppressive roles at the gatherings. It wouldn’t be uncommon for powerful men to have two beautiful young women perform for their amusement, and for powerful Women, there should be no double standard.
The women admired V. and were all students of hers. They marveled that, while being a very successful filmmaker and author, she still found the time to train more men to serve her. And she was always finding new ways to take more and more away from them. Remaining freedoms to take away. Remaining drops of power to drain from them. More money and property to have transferred into her name. She ensured that they had nothing. She liked keeping them that way. Not just because she liked owning things – and she certainly loved owning things – but because it kept them completely powerless. Once enthralled to her, there was nothing they could ever do, no chance of leaving her, no possible way out, no escape, no future. She liked knowing that.
And it served the larger purpose: controlling them more than anyone has ever been controlled. Physical and financial slavery wasn’t enough for her. Nor was sexual control. After all, any submissive man would do anything she told him to. No, she exerted the kind of extreme, absolute control that permeated every cell in their bodies, every second of their lives, every single solitary waking thought, every dream, for every single day of the rest of their lives. Their entire lives revolved around her, no, belonged to her. Words like worship, control, obedience, and slavery took on a whole new meaning…
So too did words like service, humiliation, and yes, even torture. She decided she would not only use “whatever means necessary” to bring them completely under her control, she would use every means, every method. Necessary or not! Because after all, she really enjoyed this. She enjoyed it immensely! Forcing them deeper… deeper under her spell. Seeing their bodies flinch. Seeing their faces fill with fear, not knowing what she was planning to do next, and trying to anticipate whatever whimsical desire she might be forming. And she was always forming new ideas. In the shower, driving in the car, daydreaming at work, even in her dreams, part of her mind was always thinking up new things to do to each of them. New ways to enforce her dominance and increase their submission to her. Like her ever-increasing control over them, her methods for ensuring their obedience were ever evolving as well. Some subtle and manipulative, others blunt and sadistic, but always creative and carefully contributing to their ultimate demise…
Tonight’s entertainment was billed as a live-action film – the ‘live action’ provided by the two “men”, robbi and the new boy, whose flesh rubbed against one another as they reverse straddled one another face to caged cock. Hands gripping tightly to buttocks, they licked voraciously around each other’s swollen cage and testicles. It wasn’t quite what either of them expected when they became Goddess Viola’s slaves, but what their Master felt it ought to be.
The “film” part came from the cameras recording every moment of the slaves evening. Her slaves were used to being filmed. Cameras in every room monitored them 24/7, ensuring their obedience and dedication to their chores.
Her third boy, Drum, known to all the women as V.’s pet and favorite fuck toy, knelt between her thighs as she lay on the large black recliner, licking and kissing her slowly, keeping her aroused. Her direction came as the crack of a riding crop on his ass.
*CRACK!* “I want to see more passion!” *CRACK!!* The women all laughed.
The women in attendance knew that all V.’s boys were kept on a short leash. She insisted they be locked in chastity 24/7, and prescribed strict diet and grooming regimens for them to maintain a smooth and kept appearance for the Ladies’ viewing pleasure. V. also insisted on having child filters set up on their digital devices to ensure they couldn’t look at any porn. She wanted her boys horny, hungry, and eager for anything She’d care to have them do to one another on nights like tonight.
Her other three ‘free range’ boys were also in attendance that night (She laughingly referred to her group of men ‘Her sinful six’). These three were local slaves-in-training who while also kept in 24/7 chastity, were free to live their normal lives. V. would only communicate with them to set up times they should be available for her and her friend’s amusement. They were expected to show up on time, strip to their collars and cages, and be prepared to serve at the whims of whoever V. was hosting; tending to their beverages, and leisure needs when not being made to perform.
Though she reveled in their denial and use as sex toys, V. would allow for her slave’s release on occasion. She and her friends found great amusement in having them sixty-nine. Having them fellate each other until one of them came, then locking them both back up, one still denied for another day. She enjoyed the balance of allowing the loser to whip the winner, however. Truth be told, she was too busy a woman now to properly discipline two house slaves, so she planned on having them whip one another in front of her regularly. If nothing else it would certainly save her arm from getting sore!
Much later in the evening, robbi, now ball-gagged and dressed in a tight rubber hobble skirt, carried a tray of drinks around to all the women. As if the hobble skirt wasn’t restrictive enough, her ankles were locked into shackles joined with a two-foot chain. V. warned robbi the chain had better not drag on her nice hardwood floors and mar them, forcing robbi to hobble with her ankles spread apart.
Much to the amusement of the women, more than a few times robbi had to be bent over the sofa and paddled when V. heard the distinct sound of chain hitting her floor. In fact she had delegated the task of monitoring robbi to one of her attendees, who very eagerly watched robbi like a hawk for any further mistakes… caressing the hard wooden paddle, just dying to use it on her!
Her latest conquest, known to them as just ‘the new boy’, knelt on the hardwood floor next to V., also gagged and with his wrists cuffed to his leather collar.
Gripping his hair, V. rested her other hand on his shoulder guiding him farther down on his knees. He moaned as he slid further onto the dildo suctioned cupped to the floor beneath him, and V. smiled with satisfaction.
“I’m so glad you surrendered yourself to me. You are going to experience a new kind of love from now on. One that we’ll both get much more from than you ever did with your boring old lifestyle. Welcome to your new existence as my chaste, obedient, worshipful and unquestioning slave.”
He groaned as she pushed him further down onto the fat dildo. Unsheathing a wicked, razor sharp knife from her belt, her held it up and turned to her friends.
“Now who what’s to watch the Director’s cut?” Her wicked glance at him left no doubt as to his fate… her eyes burned into him with lust and excitement!
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The guests had all left for the evening and V. had put robbi and her Drum to bed, then cleaned up his blood. She bound him for the night perched on the wooden horse in the corner of her bedroom.
“Drum”, she mused to herself, “is my heart, my love. He will forever be my adored fuck pet. robbi, my permanently chastised, sissified servant girl. This one… hmmmm. My pain pet. My crash-test puppet. ”
“Yes”, she smiled, having come to her decision. “That is what I will make from this one! Maybe I’ll eventually demote him to dog after a few years…”
In obvious pain, with his hands tightly cuffed behind his back, his legs straddling the hard, sharp edges of the beam, his penis bolted to the beam, his feet were pulled up behind him, and his body weight was impaling him onto the very large vibrator that violated his tender, tight ass.
His sensitive nipples were tightly and savagely clamped, and his breathing was heavy and labored as he tried to adjust to his situation, to find some way to bear the pain and pressure in his rectum, and make the cutting edges of the horse somehow less awful. It was perfect, from where she stood.
His mouth was gagged and taped. Although not apparent, she relished in the fact that she had stuffed two large turds in his mouth before taping it tightly shut, her special gift to him. Three pieces of duct tape made the perfect gag. One horizontal piece was applied across his lips, and then the second piece was applied at a slight angle from horizontal, and the third piece was applied at just the opposite angle. Although she could not see the tape, she knew that his mouth was securely fixed. The leather hood was laced and zipped in place from behind. The front flaps were open now over his eyes, nose and mouthhole, but soon would be zipped shut for the night.
The eye holes in the leather front piece revealed his widely open eyes. She could hear him struggle to breathe normally beneath the leather hood. He was swallowing the saliva, stimulated by the contents of his mouth as her precious gift to him slowly dissolved.
She felt the tingling between her legs, and the sense of satisfaction at bringing him right to the limits of his ability to cope. His limits had been stretched so far by now, and he was truly her total slave, a pain and humiliation slut, a permanently chaste cuckold.
She gently drew her fingers down to her delicate labia, and began to massage her swelling clitoris. She watched his eyes follow her fingers to her moist, swollen pussy. His penis begin to grow and swell inside its steel embrace, and she knew just how much it hurt as he became more and more aroused.
“I did this to him. I brought him to this abyss. He was mine for all time. I could do with him whatever I want.” She smiled as he writhed in agony. She put her wet fingers to the nasal openings in the hood. He drew in V.’s pungent scent desperately. It was the scent of pure sexual ecstasy. His penis throbbed, and the pain was surely unbearable. He was overwhelmed, and the torment and pleasure took over. V. could feel him quiver despite his rigid bonds.
“Goodnight, Baby,” she whispered softly. “Sleep tight.” she zipped up the front of the hood deftly, leaving him in total darkness, to concentrate on his pain and pleasure. “I will see you in the morning… I don’t need to work tomorrow, so we’ll have some more fun!” she said softly through the hood. Then she crawled into her bed to finish her satisfying her arousal one more time before falling into a contented sleep, dreaming of future nights when she would revel in two permanently chastized slave tongues working her over while she enjoyed her Drum’s ever hard and ready cock…
Thanks to the writings of Mias_Bitch, Betsy Anne West, and Throne!
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