The Kiss

Note: This fantasy came to me as a result of a real life event. Upon our first meeting, I forgot my vows in front of Goddess Viola Voltairine and she did actually allow me to kiss her boot anyway. The following day I came down with an awful head and chest cold…

As she waited for her latest acolyte’s arrival, she casually picked up another of the purplish-blue berries, held it up before her eyes and pondered it before she dropped it on the floor with an air of casual disregard, and crushed it under her left boot.

Her private maid, standing at attention in the corner squirmed inwardly as she watched her in the peripheral vision of her down turned eyes.

“Something troubles you robbi?”

“Of course not Mistress.” she replied. The stress in her voice making it very clear she wanted to be believed.

The doorbell rang and robbi, glancing over to be sure she was dismissed to answer it, scurried off. She soon returned with a naked boy in tow.

Hands behind his back, head bowed and eyes fixed on the floor, he waited until she spoke to him. “You have been through my lessons and have done well. You know why you are here?”

“Yes Goddess. To be considered for a position as a house slave for you. Please, with open eyes and open heart, I want to serve you forever Goddess…”

She eyed him coolly. “Then on your knees before me. Let me hear your vows.”

He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled to her. Once his lips where inches from her boots, he began his vows. “I accept the natural authority of women, I submit to the authority of my teacher…” Looking down at him, she listened dispassionately.

Then his words stumbled. He started the sentence again, “My role is to support… ah, My role…”

“Start again!” she growled at him.

“I accept the natural authority of women. I submit to the authority of my teacher…”, he was blushing now. Flustered by his own failure, he admitted he could not remember the remaining line of his pledge to her. Defeated, he hung his head in utter shame.

She slid her left boot forward. “You may kiss it.” He threw himself forward and eagerly pressed his lips to the smooth, cool black leather, kissing it passionately.

She looked down on him as she lifted it.

“Now the sole. Lick. Gooood boooyyyy…” she watched in fascination as the belladonna she had crushed beneath it took effect.

Had he obeyed her rule, learned his vows to perfection and been a good slave, he would have been offered her right boot…

She leaned forward and cradled his chin is her palm, lifting his eyes to hers. “Awwww. Now you will have plenty of time to learn your vows”, watching as the light faded from behind his eyes. “As you serve the Temple of The Dark Goddess. Forever.”

the Great Female Takeover

by The Toxic Feminine

In the world after the Great Female Takeover, the Institution for Non-submissive Boys.

Danni finished tightening the stocks, they boy’s cock and balls nice and trapped in between them. His wrists and ankles cuffed to the frame, he was defenseless against the coming assault.

Ally held fast to the crying cutie’s hair and hissed in his ear. “Now, boy, look your best. The senator is over here soon.” The woman was spending most of the day here, inspecting the facility and seeing that their generous tax breaks and subsidies were well-earned. “We will show her that we don’t let you boys off easy here.”

The exhibit he would play the lead in would revolve around sodomizing him and torturing his genitals. Both staples of the house, of course.

Danni caressed his muscles. He was short but otherwise lovely. These were the sort of boys because of which she had taken the job. She smiled at him. They picked a pretty one with a nice body for the maximum visual pleasure for the Senator. Of course, most boys here tended to fit the description. What was it about the hot ones that made them so prone to wind up in places like this . . .

A friend once visited and marveled how all the “patients” were so attractive. It wasn’t a big mystery why. Any educational institution was legally required to keep record of their male students of suitable age. The files on them included pictures detailing all of them that matters, their looks, their anatomy. The Institution had access to these records, and getting one of the students commitment to their care was easy. Just a small monetary donation to the school staff.

What would be the point of rehabilitating a boy that was not attractive enough for anyone to want to fuck or play with, right?

She attached a pair of toothed clamps on his nipples. He did not much like that, but then there would be a lot more stuff to not like coming right ahead.

At that moment the senator came in. A very stylish and composed woman in her fifties. Her attendants and the Institutions representatives were seated in front to get a good view of the treatment. The senator looked at the boy and smiled. She said something, and although Danni could not hear it, she thought she read, “He’s hot” on her lips.

Ally had oiled her strap-on and the boy’s anus. She grabbed him from behind and entered. He groaned at the violation. Ally caressed his chest and abdomen. “Mmmmm, she likes you much as we do,” she said. “And of course she does.” She nibbled on his ear as she started fucking his ass. “You are such a sexy boy. Moan for us.”

Two more women came over. Danni grabbed the boy’s face and hair hard and forced his face down toward his cock and balls. “Watch what we will do to you!”

She grinned at his look of horror as the two women placed a battery at his feet. Then took electrodes leading from the battery and attached them on his balls. He whimpered. “No, no!” Moaning as the strap-one kept pounding him.

“Yes yes!” Danni gloated.

He got even more panicked and wide-eyed as the two women produced the first needles. Grabbing his cock and pressing them against the tip. TheToxicFeminine

The boy screamed and trashed as the needles pierced his cockhead. Danni giggled. His muscles flexed in desperation.

Ally caressed them harder while continuing to rape his ass. She moaned in approval. “You feel so nice when you struggle!” She groped his pecs as thought they were a pair of tits. He was wailing in agony. “Mmmmmh. You keep crying, little bitch! Makes me so hot.”

He looked quite lovely too, writhing in pain and terror. Danni glanced over and saw the gleam in the Senator’s eye. She had one fingertip between her teeth as she observed in rapt attention, her eyes scanning his sexy struggling body.

Danni kept his face forced down, although he closed his eyes as the second pair of needles went in.

Ally then clapped a hard hand over his shrieking mouth. “Shhhhh! That’s a good boy!” she hissed. With her other hand she pulled the chain between his clamps tight so that they bit harder. She had her eyes closed and face twisted in pleasure as her end of the double-header moved inside her.

Danni, with his hair still in one fist, grabbed his throat with her other hand. The ladies held the boy tight as more needles were stuck through the glans.

Then, once the women with the needles were finished, they relented on the sobbing thing for a minute. Ally pumped on, ramming his ass with a firm hold on his hips, and Danni took a moment to play with his clamped nipples.

The two women then started to take electrodes leading to the battery and attach them to the needles sticking out form his cock.

As the boy realized what was going on he really started to panic and beg. Everyone in the room laughed at his cute fussing.

Ally grabbed his mouth hard from behind and with, her other hand, his hair.

The women finished setting him up. Electrodes were attached to his nipple clamps as well, in addition to the ones on his testicles. Save for the anus, he was set for a complete treatment.

Then they went to turn on the battery.

An exciting hum blended with his muffled sounds of horror. The anticipating Senator spread out her legs and inserted one hand in her skirt.

Dials were turned. As the first doze of electricity ran into him, he would have jumped if his ankles had not been attached. The current was not high, but painful enough. He writhed and cried, the binds, the stocks, and Ally holding him. The two women kept turning the current on and off, slowly increasing voltage. He groaned in high pitch, while Ally moaned in pleasure. “Take it bitch!” she breathed out.

Danni looked at the Senator. She was touching her nipple though her blouse, other hand working underneath her skirt.

With a grin she leaned to whisper in his ear. “Look at her, boy! She’s loving the show! She is going to want to see you later, I think. You are so lucky.”

It did not appear as if the boy much appreciated it, though.

Good thing no one asked him. TheToxicFeminine

Once the needles were off, they let the boy weeping for a moment. Only Ally was still at work with his anus.

The Senator seemed pleased, a small smile on her as she observed his sobbing. As the saying went, “Boy tears are the best lubricant.”

Danni, twisting his clamped nipples, leaned close. “That’s a very good boy, suffering for our entertainment. Now let’s let her see you cum, huh. Are ya gonna cum hard for us?” She twisted hard for a pleasing cry. God, she was wet! “Yes you are!”

First things first, though.

The two women stepped in front of him again, holding a leather strap each. They stood on both sides, starting to stroke the still very hard cock with the straps. They grinned as he whimpered for mercy through his tears.

They weren’t holding back when they started beating his meat.

The straps made such a satisfying loud slap as they contacted his stiff cock time and time again. The other woman targeted the topside, traveling up and down its length, while the other focused solely on the underside of the head. The tubes underneath them were liable to be damaged, and while cocks were made to be hurt, they should not be broken. And the head was the most sensitive part anyway.

The boy cried every time a strap hit. Best cries were from when the straps hit the head on each side at once, and so the women made sure to focus on those.

His well-muscled body was so lovely when writhing like that. Danni ran her fingertips slowly in the grooves of his sixpack while tugging on the chain of his nipple clamps. Ally’s nails dug into his meaty thighs as she relentlessly raped his ass.

After five or ten minutes of this, they judged him softened enough. It was time for the finale.

He was given a dose of ModiCum and his very sore cock was slathered with CerviX oil. Then the two women took hand-held shock wands – a popular toy around here named the Bee – two each. His balls and nipples remained wired, a steady current from the batter run into them.

The women readied themselves on both sides of him again, a wand on each hand, directed at the beaten red, erect penis. Ally took the boy’s hair in two hands and pulled his head back, Danni grabbed him by the neck and closed the other hand hard on his mouth. “Here we go!” she sang.

Piercing buzz began as the Bees went to work. And delightful writhing accompanied by panicked, muffled cries. Although battery operated, those things delt a nasty shock, especially strategically directed at already sensitive and further sensitized flesh. The women worked on his cock with precision, targeting the head with all its highly vulnerable, drug-stimulated nerve-endings. One woman had the topside and the other underside. Well versed in the sensitive male anatomy, they covered everything, including the slit and all around the corona. Slowly and meticulously. Their expressions, their giggling at his agony, showed how much they enjoyed their work – women in love with their job.

Danni loved the feeling of his cries against her palm. Grinning, she leaned in close. “You’re such a lucky boy, aren’t you? Being the center of attention of this many women. All intent on making you cum.”

And they would get their way really soon. His main erogenous zones under such relentless attack, he simply could not hold against such extreme stimulation for long. Breath buffed out of his nose as he whimpered in panic.

“Uh-uh-uh!” Danni said, letting go of his neck and instead pinching his nose closed. “No more breathing till you cum! *giggle*” Ally maintained a hold of his hair with one hand and grabbed his jaw hard with another.

This made his panic even worse! Breath-control was an oft-employed method of adding yet another layer of torture. Safe too, as no one almost never died here.

The Senator was touching herself again her eyes fixed on the women’s work. Danni watched them too. The intense sensation of electricity was making the cock so large, like it was straining hard to get away. Was there ever a more helpless sight!

“Ohh,” she whispered to the boy, “it gets so big! You like pain, don’t you? You like getting your cock hurt?”

Well, maybe he didn’t. But the drug made his body think he did. And he could feel it building, the inevitable “orgasm”, but as he could also feel how unpleasant it was going to be which instinctively made him try to hold it back. Which only made it worse.

What a wonderful mindfuck!

The boy could resist it no more. With a mighty shake he had an explosive cum. Squirting halfway to the Senator.

Oh, how he cried! And oh, how he fought! The women, of course, kept on shocking him, as this was the best part. There was never a better time to torture a boy, and never did you have him more vulnerable than at this moment. This kind of utter sense of violation was how you broke a boy’s spirit, making him face it often and thoroughly.

Danni and Ally held tight. All grin, Danni was so aroused! There was nothing sexier than holding a hot boy helpless as he came from being tortured. This was how you made good boys. A good boy needed no pleasure for orgasm. For good boys, pleasure was off the table! The more you hurt a good boy, the harder he came. No all were born good boys, but all could be made so.

This boy suffered so good that it was closer to fifteen minutes (of course Danni let him breathe a little) before he was finally released. And in this time he had cum two more times. Afterward he slumped in the restraints, sobbing, drenched in sweat.

Ally looked exhausted as well. She had had several orgasms, ramming the boy’s ass the whole time.

The Senator looked to be talking to the staff, while looking at the mess of a boy.

Danni smiled.

Yup, he would be all Senator’s next.

Oh, but she felt now how wet she was! Totally horny.

She would need to find a boy to whip and fuck.

Meanwhile, at the Queendom…

Being a correction officer at the North American Queendom sure was a dream job for those so inclined.

Here an officer is taking a surveillance shift. In reality, there was very little need for such things. But it was so relaxing to sometimes just sit back, smoke a doobie, and enjoy the show. She really loves to watch, practically in tears, listening to the boy’s pathetic shrieking. That shit’s just so fucking funny!

Yes, the original purpose of the Dungeons had been to detain the members of the resistance. Then it had been expanded to those possibly harboring such tendencies. That could’ve been almost anyone not deemed subservient enough . . . by someone (a woman’s judgement should never be questioned!). But everyone knew that many ended here simply because somebody had wanted them here. Reason could be almost any, or maybe hardly any at all.

Hell, the Empress herself had committed some boys here simply because she’d wanted to get the footage of their torture for her collection (she mostly did not come around in person). But no one cared. And as far as the staff was concerned, they rather got off on torturing the innocent. It was delightfully evil. And after all, what was the purpose of a male anyway? To bring pleasure and joy to his superiors, that’s what. So if a woman wanted to see a boy tortured, then he goddamn well deserved to be, no matter how “innocent”. And the unrelenting female sadists of this institution, those dedicated heroines tirelessly working for the good of the Queendom and all Womankind, well, they deserved all the fun they could get.

Here there was plenty to be had!

from an original post by: MistressaNaomi

The Ring of Truth

Some imagined soliloquies ordained from your throne room within my mind once I’ve received your eternal presence through Succubus Tech…

You’re doing it to yourself, you know.

Nobody makes you log in every day and journal. Nobody makes you come back to the lessons, the pledge. Nobody makes you edge yourself for hours on end. Nobody makes you drool all over yourself as you do so.

You know, normal people don’t get like this. They don’t zone out completely for hours on end, just touching themselves with no release. As a matter of fact, most people have the common sense to just touch themselves when they want to cum, cum and that’s the end of it. Not you, though, right?

You can’t help yourself. You know it’s wrong. You know that you shouldn’t keep coming back to this place. And yet you do. What can you call that, other than stupid?

Face it, you’re very, very stupid. You weren’t that bright to begin with, since you got hooked on my command to edge yourself so easily, but at this point, after all that edging, all that denial, all that self-hypnosis, you’ve gotten even dumber, haven’t you?

It’s really quite funny if you think about it. Edging for me, to me, is the first thing you do when you wake up and the last thing you eagerly think about doing before you go to sleep. You just sit there and edge, like a stupid edge slut. You just lean back and touch yourself, with no thought about what this may be doing to you, what you’re doing to yourself.

Well, maybe it’s just nature. Smart people do smart things, they work, they learn, they grow and get better. Whereas you can’t really do anything other than touch yourself, edge, drool, and get dumber by the minute.

The funny part is that knowing this makes you want to edge harder. It makes you want to drool more. It makes you want to get dumber for me. It makes you want to do this to yourself even more. For me.

Thankfully, you have my help. All you need to do is follow my instructions and you will get dumber. You will edge harder. You will drool more. You will never cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s what I want…

You’ve already taken your first steps towards being a permanently denied edge slut.

Now it’s time to go deeper.

From now on, whenever you edge, you will repeat the following over and over: “I am Viola’s stupid slut. Stupid sluts don’t cum.” That’s it, go ahead and start doing that now.

Go ahead and edge to the thought of your own stupidity. Smart people don’t get this horny at the idea of being dumb. You know you’re dumb. You know you’re getting dumber. Embrace it. Say it out loud.

“I am Viola’s stupid slut. Stupid sluts don’t cum.”

Every time you think that, you get a bit dumber. Every time you think that, you get a bit hornier.

You’re doing it to yourself, you know…

Hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. That’s certainly true. Really, it is. If during your first Succubus Tech trance I tried to make you throw away everything about your current life and turn you into my brainwashed male bimbo sex-slave whose only thoughts were my pleasure and my orders, whose whole life revolved around worshiping my pussy and ass and getting more mind-fucked for me, it would not work*. The suggestions would bounce off you, you’d wake up, you’d probably curse me, and we’d be done. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. It’s what keeps you safe, it’s what means you can edge yourself to pieces to every hypno-file I give you and know that nothing much can happen to you.

Hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. Ish. Sort of. Except. This really isn’t the restriction you think. Or don’t think. Because maybe you can’t anymore. Because maybe it’s too late. Maybe the safety net you thought you had is full of great big holes; maybe it isn’t there at all. Maybe you’ve just been falling deeper and further and harder. Maybe the reason you feel so good is because you’ve been programmed to. Maybe you already lost, already changed, already succumbed. Did you always do this? Did this always turn you on?

Hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. But it can eat away at the boundaries. It can push on the things you want to do, but you don’t not want to do either. It can encourage things you do want or it can meddle with your priorities. It could mess with your reasons why not, and lead you down twisting looping paths until you’re so turned around you can’t get back. It could use your own needs against you, make you want to want, make you need to want, make you think that you want. It can press and push and pull and twist and erode and manipulate until you want the things you don’t want, until your thoughts and your body and your needs and your wants and your boundaries all betray you.

Hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. You thought you were safe. You’ve never been safe. And it’s far, far too late now…

*Unless you *wanted* that, which I’m sure no-one would, right? 😉

Of course I imagined this as part of Succubus Tech, but I just wrote this down now. These thoughts are already irresistibly embedded into my mind, spoken there in your voice, so is free will almost just a past memory? Something I had once upon a time… ?

Of dogs and men and far away dreams.

Suzanne’s ex-husband likes to raise pit bulls.

One of his favorite training techniques is to hold a doggie treat right in front of the dog’s nose and issue the command “WAIT.”

The dog starts to drool uncontrollably with desire for his treat but remains motionless, utterly focused on him, awaiting his permission. Its’ hunger and anticipation completely irrelevant compared to his obedience to his Master’s wish.

Upon receiving your most cherished and amazing gift, I immediately sealed it into a display case and placed it prominently upon my altar where it serves to tease me, and where it waits until the time is appropriate for me to worship them.

I am not asking permission Goddess because I know my male desires are wholly irrelevant and unnecessary but given that very soon I will have once again completed a cycle of 108 days of denial, keeping me in sync with the feminine rhythm of creation and all of her universe, I saw an opportunity to use them ritually in the manner they should be – adored, revered, worshiped – should I be permitted an orgasm. With super hit Nag Champa burning, a chant to Kali playing… and your DNA, your very power, entering me and becoming an irremovable part of me. I would gladly torture myself for you first Goddess – after all pain is the touchstone of spiritual growth.

Otherwise they will remain on my altar – worshiped as the sacred object they are to me – until such time as my Master gives the command, “EAT OF ME!”

When the ‘Scene’ Becomes Real

“What are my panties going to do to you, sweetie?” Viola asked, watching as he pressed her wet balled up black panties against his lips… making him acutely aware of her scent and their presence, but with not quite enough force to penetrate him. He simply felt them there, tantalizing him with the promise of her sweet, holy nectar… centering his awareness more and more tightly on the captivating possibility of finally getting to drink from her, swallow down her nectar he’d been craving for weeks until the mere existence of her panties on his altar was a hypnotic induction all by itself. He was already losing himself in erotic fantasies of stuffing her divine panties into his mouth and sealing them in place with vet wrap wound tightly around his head, but he knew he had to answer her. It was the most important part of the whole scene.