Category: Ficton

Natural born.

Goddess V.

Sometimes the best way to hide something is to hide it in plain sight. People often fail to recognize the truth even when it’s poking them right in their nose.

Slave c38 was a living example of such a paradox, albeit in a slightly different way than one would expect. For slave c38 didn’t know the name of his owner, even though it was cruelly branded on the top of his head.

“Property of Goddess V” read the inscription, carefully spelled out in stylishly decorative letters. Letters that burnt like hell when they were branded on the top of his skull. They branded him weeks ago, but he could still feel their sting. It was ironic that the letters were so omnipresent, yet impossible for him to read. Impossible to know the name of a woman who owned him and held the terrible power to transform him into an immovable object, a toy, a living furniture.

She didn’t condemn him to his position to punish him. She did it because she could and because his purpose was to serve her as a guinea pig for her sadistic games. A few weeks ago he didn’t even know she owned him. He worked in the fields and toiled under the hot sun while she enjoyed a life of luxury in her country villa at the Queendom.

As a matter of fact, a few weeks ago even she didn’t know she owned him. As a heavy labor slave he was used on one of the Queendom’s plantations, which she rarely visited. She didn’t care much about her business as long as it provided a steady and substantial flow of money for her Temple. The management of the farms was entrusted to her personal secretary, mistress Vixx, who did a great job driving the slave workforce to the limits of their strength. Besides, Vixx never brought in new slaves individually. Most of the slaves on her plantations were bought in packs of three or sometimes even five slaves, which always served to begin their dehumanization.

Slave c38 thus came to the farm quite unceremoniously a year ago, when mistress Vixx replaced obsolete slaves with a five pack of thralls. When they arrived, they were strong and healthy animals of firm and muscular stature, albeit they all exhibited the same abject servility that befits a slave. A year later they weren’t much more than a pack of emaciated wretches that toiled under the hot sun and freezing cold of upper NY winters from dawn till dusk, desperately trying to avoid the attention of their female overseers. When slave c38 was given a chance to leave this place, he grabbed it with both hands.

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That fateful day a few weeks ago, he and a few other thralls toiled in the fields close to the main road under the watch of taskmistress Asami. The petite Asian girl looked all sweet and innocent in her white equestrian gear, but in these wretches she inspired ultimate fear and awe. Asami was one of Vixx’s favorite ’employees’. She was youthful and energetic and seemed to have a real talent for dealing with slaves. She rode a black stallion and circled around them, always excited at the prospect of finding a reason to punish them.

That particular day, she just caught one of the slaves taking a few minutes rest and she summoned slave c38, who was close nearby, to help her dismount. She always used slaves as footstools, when she dismounted. Hearing her order, slave c38 hastened towards her and and knelt on all fours. She dismounted the horse and jumped right on the slave’s back as if he was an ordinary inanimate object. She would normally take the reins of her horse and descent to the ground, but this time she remained standing on the slave’s back, observing a cloud of dust in the distance.

“Attention slaves! Line up at the side of the road! Kowtow! Now, vermin!” yelled mistress Asami.

A dozen emaciated creatures silently crawled out of the field and formed a kowtowing line by the side of the road. They offered a truly pitiful sight. They groveled in the dirt and humbly pressed their bald heads to the ground, inhaling the road dust. Were they not branded by numbers, there would be no way to tell them apart.

Slave c38 didn’t join the rest of the slaves. He remained on all fours carrying the weight of taskmistress Asami who apparently had no intention of stepping down.

A sound of horses galloping was drawing near and a few moments later two riders pulled up, raising a cloud of dust.

“Goddess, mistress! A rare honor!” mistress Asami greeted the arriving equestriennes. “How can I be of service? 5, 14! Help them dismount” she barked at the slaves in line. Two slaves crawled from the line towards the horses and assumed their position on all fours so that the two ladies could step on their backs while dismounting their horses. Mistress Asami also stepped down from slave c38’s bruised back and ordered the slaves to return to their posts. Slave c38 joined the other thralls and assumed the kowtowing position at the end of the line.

“Goddess V requires another roach for entertainment” spoke mistress Vixx. “So I’ve thought about your pack, Asami. These slaves are relatively fresh. Most of the other packs are all used up. They wouldn’t be much of addition to your collection, V”.

“We’ll see.” replied Goddess V. “As long as they breathe they are my property and they will serve me, even if it is the last thing they do.”

All three approached the line of kowtowing slaves and Goddess V offered her foot to the first slave in line: “Kiss.” The slave pressed his lips on the tip of her riding boot, but she immediately withdrew her leg and hit him with a whip. “Not impressed!”

The trio slowly proceeded through the line until the tree pairs of black riding boots appeared right before the slave c38’s face. As all other slaves he respectfully pressed his lips on the boot of his rightful owner. The leather of her riding boot was hot and dusty and he couldn’t help thinking how moist and hot her feet must be. Suddenly and almost instinctively, he opened his mouth and started to lick her boot.

It was a bold move. It could lead to a dreadful punishment. But it was also a sign of devotion and slave c38 desperately wanted to leave this place. Obviously he didn’t know what mistress Vixx meant when she said they require a roach for entertainment, but it couldn’t be as bad as breaking your back in the fields, could it?

When mistress’s Asami and Vixx noticed what he did, they both instinctively grabbed for their whips. “Wait!” Goddess V stopped them. “My boots are all dusty from the ride. He should clean them while he’s at it”. She gracefully raised her foot so he could lick the dust from her soles. She let him abase before her for a few minutes, then she kicked him in the head and turned around.

“This one, Vixx. I want this one. There’s some spirit in him after all. Tormenting him will be a lot of fun.”

With that they simply turned around, mounted their horses and rode away.

Mistress Asami approached him and placed her right foot on his head forcing his face into the dirt. “Miserable wretch” she laughed. “You thought you had a hard time under my whip? Wait for the Goddess’s to have their time with you, slave!

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A few weeks later, slave c38 discovered his hopes of escaping the world of drudgery were partially justified. For the last two weeks he was indeed free from any work. In fact, he remained firmly bound under the throne in Goddess V’s personal boudoir. His body was kept immobile with the use of many straps, chains and shackles and his neck was placed in a spiked collar. The slightest move brought him acute pain.

His only real task now was to serve her as a footstool. And to suffer. She loved to see him agonized, utterly broken, dehumanized and humiliated. It brought her immense pleasure and she often visited her boudoir to use her special chair. Sometimes she would simply sit there for hours, reading, chatting on the phone or watching a movie that interested her. Knowing that she had a slave underneath.

During these last two weeks she rarely spoke to him. But today she was in a slightly different mood. She came to the boudoir early in the afternoon, dressed exquisitely as always. Short black dress decorated in laces, pantyhose and high heeled leather boots made her look unbearably beautiful, dominant and arrogant.

She sat down on her throne, lit a cigarette, pulled her right foot out of the boot and placed it on the slave’s face. Slaves c38 took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his Goddess. She looked divine towering high above him. Her nylon-clad foot was warm and moist and the scent of her perfume was overwhelming.

“You like that, don’t you, slave?” she spoke to him seductively. “The more I torment and humiliate you, the more I trample you and treat you cruelly, the more you enjoy your existence as my plaything. I understood that the moment you first abased yourself before me, licking the filth off my boots. You are special. Not an ordinary slave, but a natural born slave. It would be a waste to leave such a slave out there in the fields. There is a cosmic connection between us. We are the opposite extremes of the same curve. I am a Goddess. You are a cockroach. Your purpose is to squirm beneath me. Don’t worry, this predicament is only temporary. I will let you out soon as I have other plans for you. You will always live in chains, but I know you would embrace them even if you were free to choose. You are and you will always remain my slave. Because that’s the essence of your existence. You are my slave.”

Goddess V
Goddess V.

The Director

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! 

A dream upon waking…

The warm tropical sun slowly brightened the corners of the room… the sound of ocean waves caressing the sandy beach drifted in on the soft, flowered breeze that floated the balcony curtains to and fro.

The Goddess stretched her arms above her head and rolled over onto her stomach. Slipping her foot from under the crisp white sheets of the bed, her toes searched for the mouth of the slave lying on the floor next to her. Her big toe found his lips and pressed between them, parting them, and pushing into his warm, wet mouth. Slowly she pushed down more, stretching his mouth wide until all five were in, making an effective fleshy gag.  She felt his tongue come to life darting and wriggling between her toes.

He groaned at her erotic penetration of his mouth and his arousal made the tiny sharp pyramids of the MCD ring dig into the sensitive flesh of his cock as it became erect.   She pressed her foot down more firmly in a silent command to remain quiet.

Reaching her hand down, she caressed his balls and cock making the MCD’s bite even worse. She smiled to herself feeling the lust and pain rise within him.  All for her. Knowing full well the pain she was causing, she continued to tease – softly dragging her fingernails across his thighs.

She opened her eyes and leaned her head over to look down at him. “Good morning Mr. Worthless. I hope your accommodations are to your liking..”

The name came from a spontaneous tease the day before. While she and her Drum lounged at the beach, she had struck up a conversation with another woman.  He had knelt in the sand behind her lounger,  ready to serve her whim.

As the women talked more, the lady obviously curious, finally looked to him and introduced herself.  His Goddess replied, “oh I’m sorry, how rude of me… this is B.M. Worthless the 3rd.  He’s a very important man in… support services.”

Those who knew him would have thought the B.M. came from his real initials, but they actually referred to a more… intimate service he provided the Goddess.

Back in the bedroom, she chuckled to herself.  “I want you to crawl over to the other side of the bed, get your head under the covers and wake Drum with that talented tongue.  I feel like riding my pony boy again this morning!  When you’ve got him… up,  get dressed in the bathroom and let yourself out.  Go get us breakfast from the buffet and wait outside the door until I let you back in.”

Obeying her instructions, he quietly lifted the covers at the foot of the bed and crawled between Drum’s thighs. Softly he took Drum’s cock into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the head as he bobbed up and down, feeling it grow in his mouth. Drum groaned at the pleasurable awakening and once fully erect, rolled towards his Goddess pushing ‘Mr. Worthless’ away without a word. His duty complete, he rose and dressed quietly while listening to the beginnings of their lovemaking. He let himself out and closed the door behind him.

He headed down to the hotel’s huge buffet and gathered the ingredients for her green smoothie,  baby spinach and chard, half an avocado, a handful of frozen strawberries, a handful of raspberries, half a banana and coconut water then asked one of the kitchen staff to blend them thoroughly for him.  Being unsure what she was in the mood for, he picked out a bag of black tea and made a plate with three Applegate Farms chicken apple sausages. He knew she would usually have 2 or 3, but he was sure she’d be hungry after her marathon fuckfest with her Drum last night.  He had heard every last scream and moan from the hall closet where she had put him. And again this morning! Yes, Goddess would be hungry.

The sausages had been frozen and packed in his suitcase.  When they arrived at the hotel, he immediately asked they be given to the breakfast kitchen staff, and prepared for Ms. Voltairine only each morning.

He then asked for a plate cover to keep the sausage warm, and a small pot of very hot water for her tea. Glad he’d remembered to grab her MCT oil on the way out of the room, he added a few drops to her teacup.

Taking the tray back up the room, he stood in the hallway next to the door as he had been instructed.  He worried that if Drum lasted too long this morning,  her sausage and tea water would get cold. Waiting until he thought was the optimal time, he poured the water into her teacup and added the MCT. He watched the tea difuse, darkening the water, hoping she’d open the door soon. The sound of her increasing moans suggested he guessed right…

Execution Games

Execution Games

The leader of the Stiletto revolution, Catherine Thomas a Beautiful woman with long blonde hair an amazing figure and a face and legs to die for had called a meeting with some of her trusted advisor’s and friends.

The stiletto revolution had put women in total charge of Great Britain and was named after its leader’s love of spiky heeled foot ware.

Catherine Thomas was with Kay Burley a beautiful red headed woman who with another guest Gemma Chan a beautiful Chinese woman, they were top judges from the regime. The other member with them was top police officer Jane Holland.

They were not in a traditional business meeting room at all. Instead they were lying face down in a luxurious room on beautiful comfy massage beds. A male massage slave was in attendance for each woman.

Catherine to add a little fun for herself and guests, had had the massage slaves put in chastity devices 3 weeks ago when she scheduled the meeting, They had also been kept busy cleaning buildings where they had no contact or sight with any women except their overseer.

Prior to the meeting Catherine had Viagra tablets put into the males breakfast and they had been put into very small chastity devices, CB 6000S.

The males were put to work massaging them, Catherine was naked except for a very skimpy thong as were the other women except Kay Burley who had Black hold up stockings on her long shapely legs. She loved to tease men and drive them mad and fully intended to make her massage slave suffer terribly

Start with our legs ordered Catherine and the males all bar Kay s slave put oil on their hands and started to kneed the beautiful legs in front of them. Kay s slave also started to kneed her fantastic legs through her beautiful stockings.

The women all knew it would be torture for the frustrated males and enjoyed making them do it more for it.

The women chatted away and laughed not paying any attention to their slaves.

Catherine said, “We have been looking at the prison situation again. As you know most of the low level nonviolent offenders have been given work placements now and are making a contribution to women’s comfort and wealth, However we have a hard core of violent men and sex offenders who need to be dealt with,  I was pondering this for a while and think we should have some mass public events. Where women can enjoy the carnival like atmosphere as we dispatch the scum by execution.  But I think they should really suffer and suffer first as we toy with them and give them false hope, it’s so much fun.”

The women all agreed and Clare Buckley, the revolutions law expert said, “I think it’s a great idea. We can all relax and watch them suffer, watch them working their guts out for us. I love watching a man worked to exhaustion whilst we lounge in comfort for, entertainment. Ha Ha”

“Yes I love that idea we can make it a real spectacle with lots of games where the men suffer and we superior women can watch and enjoy it.”

Gemma cut In,  “Yes we can make them really pay before they are finally dispatched, I like the idea of cruel games like pulling heavy rollers or rickshaws until they are totally exhausted, or whipping competitions .”

Jane replied, “Yes I like your school of thought we can make it hell for them and fun for us.”

Kay Bureley glanced at her massage slave and ordered.  “Boy, do my thighs at the stocking tops the muscles are a bit tight there.”

Of course they were not really but she wanted to make having to massage her when he was climbing the walls in frustration so much worse for him.

In truth all the men were suffering, they had been denied for weeks and now beautiful women were displaying themselves to them without and mercy or pity. And they were all feeling the cruel CB6000s digging in.  The male immediately started to knead the silky tops of her stockings and could not help but let out a moan of frustration, Kay was immediately on it and kicked him saying.  “Did I tell you that you could make a noise boy?”  The male fell to his knees apologizing, begging forgiveness.

Kay let him grovel for a few moments then said “Come here so I can slap your face boy.

The slave came around to her head end and Kay slapped his face hard first with her left then right hands enjoying the crack sound as her hands impacted on his stupid face.  “Your pathetic noises have upset my friends, approach them and beg for some slaps from them too”, she demanded.

The unfortunate slave had no choice and received stinging slaps from all the women. Catherine in particular slapped him really hard making him fall to the floor.

She laughed and said, “I didn’t sleep well last night and am a bit crotchety this morning. I made one of the gardening slaves lie on the floor earlier and really walked all over him in my new spiky Laboutins. I just love walking on men in spiky heels,”  she giggled.

Yes replied Clare “It’s so much fun isn’t it!”

“Now boy apologize to us, on your knees and kiss our feet.  I want to hear how women are the superior sex too.”

The male had no choice and kissed Kay s nylon soles whilst saying how superior women were. So much fun for the women.  He was forced to kiss all of their feet much to their amusement.  Afterwards Kay ordered her slave to continue doing her thighs.  The males were being driven nearly insane

As Kay s slave massaged her right thigh she ignored him taking to the other women then casually, and feather lightly, tickled his balls with The toes of her nylon clad left foot.  The male was in agony the waves of pleasure from her tormenting nylon toes on his frustrated balls were driving him over the edge as he fought his natural urge to harden.  Jane had her slave do her shoulders and back as Catherine had her slave massage her Glorious bottom cheeks fully on display from her thong.

Gemma Chan decided to blow her slaves mind and instructed him to massage her breasts which was total torture to a frustrated man.  Kay s foot was relentlessly teasing her slave. The high shine Nylon of her sheer stockings feather lightly tickling his balls was total torture for him. Kay knew it and loved doing it all the more.  Her slave could not stifle a moan much longer and eventually let out a tortured moan sound.

Kay pretended to be furious and shouted,  “How dare you disobey me. Fetch my Labutin stilettos from the changing room!”  The male apologizing profusely ran and fetched them.  Kay eased her feet into the 4 1/2 inch heels

The slave was instructed to lie on the floor face up and Kay then walked around his body so he could hear the clacking of her stiletto heels on the hard floor.

She then said “Get your legs flat on the floor” and kicked his right thigh with the pointy toe of her shoes, the male let out a moan of pain . Kay scolded him saying,

“Wasn’t it making noises that got you into this predicament in the first place?”

Men are so stupid and as she said this she put the sole of her right shoe on his hand and ground his fingers under her shoe.

Kay laughed and continued,

Noise equals pain, even a stupid male should get that.

And she enjoyed slowly grinding his hand under her shoe sole. Grinning into his face as she did so.

She then casually stepped up onto his thighs digging her pointy heels into his flesh.

The massage slave was frantically trying to stop himself crying out much to the women’s amusement.

Kay took her time deliberately walking up to his stomach and really digging her spike heels in.

Kay mused to herself,

Heels are so great for torturing men in. She just loved heels and using them to torture men.

She then stepped onto his chest and again really dug them into his breast bone, enjoying every second of it,

After 10 minutes of torturing him she eventually stepped off and laughed.

As your so weak that you cant put up with a bit of Nylon toe teasing Im going to help you, Im going to kick your balls hard so you wont care about teasing any more.

At this she ordered him to stand and spread his legs and drawing back her gorgeous leg, drove it into his unprotected balls.

The male fell to the floor retching and screaming in pain. As the women laughed.

The other males were moaning now, and it was decided that after the massage was over that the women were going to walk all over the men in stiletto heel to teach them a lesson , and for women’s amusement.

Kay forced her slave to remove her stockings and rub oils into her long legs. She scolded him for a lack of self control and told him.

I will teach you to not be so weak boy. Another 3 weeks in chastity and you will report to me every evening Im going to tickle tease you balls mercilessly, Im going to do everything I can to make it unbearable for you, and make you take it. I am going to have such fun Boy.

The male was in tears, much to their amusement.

The women all readily agreed to the plan , to have execution games and met up every week to sort out the details.

Carol Vordaman was approached about hosting the event and she laughed,

comparing, men suffering and being executed, let me think for a second,

HMM Yes I will do it ha ha .

Plans were made and on the 14th July the games were to take Place in the grounds of Alnwick castle In Northumbria.

Selected women from the Stiletoe revolution and women who fully believed the cause were invited to the lavish event.

Male slaves were in abundance to cater for the women’s every whim.

It was a really hot day and the main event started at 1400 hours

Women were already in attendance by 1000 and were sunbathing and taking in a dip in a swimming pool.

Next to their pool was a large 50meter round Pool with sun loungers all around the perimeter. Catherine Thomas was in attendance and a male was on his knees kissing her bare feet for mercy as she stood over him.

Why are you here slave she asked,

Because I didn’t polish your boots to your satisfaction Mistress he almost cryed.

Yes Catherine replied , you only had 8 pairs to polish to a gleam and six of those were not done to my satisfaction. I expect to see my face in them.

Was it the first time I was dissatisfied with your boot Polishing.

The slave really didn’t want to answer but knew he had to

No mistress , twice before I failed to please you.

At this carol Vorderman appeared in a very short Cocktail dress and Very High Red stilettos.

Catherine greeted her and said, “What do you think Carole , This is the third time this slave has not polished my boots properly,”

Carole looked at him and smiling malevolently said,  “That’s laziness I think he deserves a pool punishment.”

Catherine, replied  “I totally agree, how dare he not polish my boots properly!”

At this Catherine beckoned two slaves forward who had been waiting almost out of sight and they came forward with a wet suit and some straps, The male was forced to get into the wet suit and straps were placed around his ankles, knees thighs and his arms were tied to his side. Then a mask with anti-misting was placed over the rubber headpiece. Next Catherine opened a plastic bag and took out a very sweaty black stocking and place the toe part over his nose, The stocking was held in place by the mask. Then 6nch heel stiletto ankle boots one size too small were forced onto his feet. And fastened in place.

Slaves then were instructed to take him out to a very small column just sticking out of the water by the center of the pool. It was 1 foot above the water.

The unfortunate male was made to stand on the column which was only just big enough for him to get both feet on.

Carole Vordman explained his predicament to the women in Bikinis on sun loungers relaxing by the pool. saying no 67 is being punished for laziness in Polishing a superior women’s boots ,

He has to stand there for three hours, if he falls in the pool he will be very sorry, and we have a few surprises for him Ha ha

The women all laughed and cheered .

Carole Vordaman continued. “Of course he will be feeling the heat in that wet suit, and those boots look uncomfortable don’t they.  But to be fair he is getting aroma therapy from Catherine s stocking from her gym class, over his nose. Ha ha .”

Already No 67 was boiling hot , his feet and calves were on fire from the boots and it had only been 5 minutes.

He looked out of his mask and saw beautiful women lounging in skimpy bikinis looking at him and laughing. They all had their bare feet towards him and were propped up in comfort on their loungers. . male slaves were crawling around on all fours serving them Ice cold drinks. The men were not permitted to stand up at all and had to crawl on there hands and knees at all times.

Katie and her mother Jenny were on loungers directly in no 67s line of sight Katie was 19 and her mother was in her early 40s but looked more like sisters . Both had amazing legs and figures and long blonde hair, Both had been described as like Swedish models. Also both/ were effortlessly elegant and spoke with cut glass very posh English accents. Both totally believed in the stiletto revolution and both really enjoyed being very difficult and demanding to men. Jenny had taken Katie to executions since she turned 18 and both felt no pity or mercy for the men. They both enjoyed the spectacle and saw it almost like watching Gladiators fight to the death for entertainment in ancient Rome. Katie stretched her perfect legs and giggled.

It’s so warm isn’t it, I bet it’s nice and hot for him in his wet suit. I bet he’s really suffering Ha ha

Jenny turned to a male crawling past having served a drink further around the pool and ordered.

Slave my feet are a bit hot get that tongue between my toes and work it properly or I will have you whipped. Do I make myself clear slave.

The unfortunate Male had to reply.  “Yes of course Mistress anything you say mistress.”  Jenny glanced at no 67 and replied to Katie.

Yes he must be really suffering, I bet its torture in that suit, but it’s so must fun to watch isn’t it .

As she did so the male at her feet was licking between her toes removing perspiration from there. He was well trained in foot licking and had been made to taste the sweat from hundreds of women feet.

Jenny was enjoying the feel of a slippery tongue between her sexy toes. She loved making slaves do her feet. She watched him and no 67 thoroughly enjoying both these situations.

She glanced down at the slave tongue cleaning her feet and said,

I said work that tongue. Or are you just begging me to have you whipped.

The slave whimpered and said

No Mistress Please Mistress I will work harder and re doubled his efforts forcing his tongue in between her toes.

Jenny loved it, she loved making them give that extra effort, to work their guts out for her, It was so much fun.

No 67 was now 30 minutes into his punishment and the heat was getting to him his feet were numb and his legs were like jelly and he wobbled, only just managing to stay on his column.

Carole Vordaman who was now on a sun lounger with two male slaves one on her left foot and one on her right sucking her toes for her pleasure.

Carole laughing into a microphone she had in her hand and said.  “Oh dear was that a wobble, who thinks he needs some incentive to try harder?”

The women all cheered and laughed knowing it would be something bad for him.

Carole continued.  “Ok slave 67 we are going to help you try harder” and at this she pressed a little remote control button and out of sight of no 67 a gate opened and two large hungry sharks entered the pool. The women all laughed and cheered.

Katie pointed to the sharks and laughed saying, “Look mummy two sharks that’s so funny!”

No. 67 saw the sharks as they came into view as they circled the pool and almost wet himself.

Katie was laughing and said to Jenny, “I hope he doesn’t fall in too soon I want to watch him suffer much more first, don’t you”

Jenny laughed, “Oh I think he will try very hard not to fall in now. And the heat in that wet suit and the pain in his feet and legs will only get worse. I hope he is really scared. Ha Ha

No 67 was petrified and fought to stay on his feet. He must last another two hours he had to.

Jenny cheered and said, “Katie it’s just so much fun being a woman since the stiletto revolution. Can you imagine his fear and pain it’s just so much fun watching him!”

Katie giggled.

I hope it’s totally mind fucking him seeing us women enjoying ourselves as he suffers. It just makes me want to lounge about in comfort even more just to rub it in! ha ha”

At this she Kicked a passing slave and said, “2 ice cold drinks and Don’t keep me waiting unless you want your feet caned nice and hard.”

The slave crawled off as fast as he could and returned with 2 glasses of very child water.

Katie kept him waiting for about a minute and then glanced at her Cartier Ballon Blue watch and said,  “You dawdled didn’t you”,

The slave begged, “No please mistress I went as fast as I could!” ,

Katie continued,  “It took you 4 ½ minutes to fetch my drinks . I think 2 was plenty. You were just begging for a foot caning and I’m going to watch it being done later.  I was going to ask for a dozen strokes but as you didn’t admit your offence I’m increasing it to thirty strokes. Report to me once the entertainment has finished.”

Meanwhile No 67 was in real pain and so hot and was trying desperately to get some comfort.

He looked out and could see the delight and glee on the faces of the women watching his plight. Why, why were they so evil he thought…

After an hour no 67 was nearly delirious with the heat and pain and Carol Vordaman decided to up the ante she announced.

“No 67 looks very hot I think we should be kind and hose him”, Gemma and Clare each appeared with fire hoses and turned them on a little.  Gemma at first just sprayed some in the air so it landed on him and he got a bit of relief from it and thought he was actually getting pity then they both started to turn their hoses on him.

No 67 was struggling to balance and was taking tiny steps on his column frantically trying to keep his balance as the women on loungers laughed at him.

Jenny laughed, “Look at him dance, imagine his sheer desperation, so much fun to watch!”

Then they both turned their hoses on him and toyed with him laughing at his attempts to stay on his column.

They tormented him for a while and then stopped. No 67 thought it was over but 1 minute later they both turned the power of the hoses up and he couldn’t hold out any longer and sploosh in he went.  No. 67 tried desperately to swim but the sharks were onto him in a second, and one grabbed a leg and the other his torso. The ladies all cheered as the sharks finished him off.

Jenny was almost crying with laughter.  “Did you see him trying to swim ha ha ha .”

5 minutes later as the sharks feasted, the slow drinks slave approached Katie and she ordered, “Go and fetch an overseer.”

The slave crawled off and came back with Alexis a beautiful red head in a short skirt crop top stockings and heels.

Katie smiled at Alexis and said to the slave, “Explain why you’re on punishment.”

The slave explained that he had taken too long fetching the drinks ,

Katie smirking pouted and when I challenged him he tried to deny it.

Alexis immediately slapped the slaves face saying

How dare you question a woman.

Katie smiled an evil smile and said, Could you give him 30 please

Alexis fully approved.

Katie added “Before you start, Slave has a request he is going to beg you, to grovel to you, not to be lenient, he’s going to really grovel and kiss your feet.”

The slave couldn’t believe it, how could she be such a bitch.

He had no choice and started pleading for the thing he hated most a severe no mercy beating.

Alexis was loving it as he licked her patent leather red shoes and begged her.

“Kiss her feet now”, ordered Katie.

The slave immediately showered kisses onto her stocking covered feet. Bring a laugh from the women.

Alexis let him grovel for 5 minutes then eased her right shoe off and ordered him to lick her nylon feet as they were getting hot. The slave had no choice but to lave his tongue up and down her perspiring soles.

Alexis clapped her hands and slaves brought a Bastinado frame for her as the slave licked at her feet.

When Alexis was ready she had the slave lye on his front with his legs bent up at 90 degrees. His feet were tied to a metal upright on the frame which was adjusted to come up to his ankles, His two big toes were tied together so his feet were immobile.

Alexis swished a 3 foot dragon cane through the air to jangle his nerves before asking.

Slave what did you beg me for.

The slave really didn’t want to reply but said.

No leniency Mistress,

Ah yes that was it replied Alexis.

She continued.

This is really going to hurt, you know that don’t you.

At that she took up a stance to the side of him , drew her arm back and swish splat the cane landed on his unprotected bare foot.

The male at first quivered like he had been given and electric shock and then let out a bellow of pure agony.

Alexis on the other hand was loving it. As was Katie and Jenny.

Both were encouraging her by shouting,  “lay the strokes on good and hard!” and words to that effect.

Alexis drew the cane back again and swish splat she caned his feet again. He bellowed again.

“Two” Alexis announced “only 28 to go!”

By 5 the slave was begging and pleading for mercy.  Katie was laughing at him and jenny had a big smile on her face as he suffered.  By 10 he had bellowed himself almost horse but was still begging for mercy.

Alexis stopped and took her stockings off. She ordered the slave to open his mouth and stuffed her one sweaty stocking into his mouth and tied it in place with the other.

“Ok where were we, 5 I think wasn’t it?” she giggled and swish splat she landed another hard stroke onto his feet. “Only 25 to go slave!” she giggled.

Alexis loved caning feet. She knew it was agony for the male suffering it. She looked to aim for the soft soles by the arch to cause maximum pain.

At 15 the slave was almost demented with pain and Katie put her hand up to stop Alexis for a second ,

Alexis sauntered over to stand by the slaves face and said,  “I bet you are sorry for keeping me waiting boy, well your half way through your punishment when your finished you are going to beg Mummy and me for forgiveness, it’s going to involve a lot of foot licking and kissing or I may get Alexis to repeat the punishment , she then laughed in his face and sat back down on her lounger and said, “Please continue Alexis…”

By one O’clock the ladies had all gone to change for the main events, The slow slave was well punished and was back crawling around serving women.

The women once changed sat in skirts and blouses stockings and high heeled sandals on a large veranda, or decked area about a meter above the floor, with tables and comfy chairs, the tables were set so that the women could look out over a field with a 4 hundred meter track around it, The track was made of 6inches of very fine sand and was 10 meters wide.

Carol Vordaman announced,

Ladies for your entertainment we have roller racing.

At this a tall gate was opened and 6 naked males could be seen with harnesses around there bodies. Cart shafts were connected to the harnesses and the shafts were also attached to heavy steel rollers. On top of the rollers were women punisher’s sat in comfy chairs with evil whips and a remote controls in their Gloved hands.

As you can see ladies the males have to pull the rollers around our track 4 times, The rollers are quite heavy and the sandy track saps strength,

So as were are not totally heartless we have women riders to encourage the males.

At this the women all laughed,

Carole continued,

The race is over after the first 5 rollers have completed the 4 laps, The slave pulling the 6th roller will suffer for his laziness.

Ok let’s get the starter on.

At this a naked male was brought on to the veranda crawling on all fours attached to a leash being led by a beautiful Russian brunet Luieza.

A frame was put in place by slaves and the male Stuart was tied to the frame with his legs apart, facing away from Carole with his back exposed,

At this Carole announced. Ladies let’s get the fun under way.

Riders are you ready. The six women in the comfy chairs on top of the rollers held their right hands up

Carole continued “On the sound of the bellow start racing!”

Carole took great delight in picking up a paint ball gun. And her thin heels clattered across the veranda until she was stood directly behind Stuart. He could not see her as she took careful aim with the paint ball gun.

Carole wanted to enjoy the moment as she pulled the trigger and the paint ball shot out and crashed into his unprotected balls

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO AAAAAHHHHH

Bellowed the male as the ladies laughed.

At this 6 whip’s struck unprotected backs and the males pulled as hard as they could. The rollers were very heavy and the men struggled to start the momentum. As a result the riders shouted at them and whipped them constantly.

Kay Burly and Clare Buckley laughed and Kay said,

Oh my god I love watching them being worked so hard, its so funny. And they can see us sat up here laughing at them, it must drive them mad being able to see us up here in total comfort with cold drinks whilst they are being forced to work by women riders.

Katie and Jenny had gone to the end of the decking so they could get a better view. Katie was beaming with delight as the males slowly got the rollers moving.

Katie pointed at an overweight man already sweating profusely as he struggled to pull his roller and rider.

His rider was laying the whip across his fat back mercilessly. Katie pointed to Jenny and said, “Look at Rawdah, she’s really driving that fat slob.”

“Ha ha, yes she’s such an amazing woman, a real slave driver.”

Rawdah was a totally stunning Pakistani woman who was as cruel as she was beautiful, she was loving it. Her sat in comfort working the slave under her and was both determined and laughing at the same time.

The women were drinking chilled champagne and eating fine food . As slaves kissed or massaged there nylon feet.

The fat male had not eaten for twenty four hours and it was driving him insane seeing women taunting him by eating fine food in front of him,

Amber a Beautiful American woman was lying on a sun lounger propped up so she could watch the males struggling around the track her blonde hair Killer legs and feet fully displayed as she relaxed in a Bikini . She was next to Britta a gorgeous German Brunet who was also in a bikini. They had asked to sunbath and it was okd by the Top women

Bitta said in her slightly accented English

isnt it wonderful being in the UK now us women are the bosses. its almost impossible to get in now that our superior sex is in charge.

Amber flexed her elegant toes and laughed.

I have always enjoyed being such a bitch I just love it. We are relaxing here in comfort as men are being worked mercilessly for our entrainment, men who have offended against women and will be dispatched soon. I love watching them suffer, and there’s nothing they can do about it.

Btitta laughed and agreed.

I know its fantastic. My last room slave was running around after me last week because I was in a hurry. He forgot to kiss my feet as a greeting. I reported him and requested he get 5 years hard labour for it.

I hope they agreed

Laughed Amber,

Of Course , He is a field slave now laughed Britta,

I went to watch him working in the rain the other day. I was in the observation room under the Glass with his overseer Katie a real strict young lady. Only just 19 and the men are so afraid of her.

Anyway we sat having a nice foot massage as he dug a ditch 2 metres from us Katie kept shocking his balls for maximum effort.

It was so funny, he was suffering just because I wanted him to.

I loved that he could see me in comfort as he worked away.

Katie promised to be a Grade A bitch to him for me and Ive asked she deliberately pick on him ha ha ha .Its so great to be a woman.

Amber laughed and asked,

Any other plans for him?

Ahh Funny you should ask that Im going to wait about 2 months then tell him if he grovelingly apologises to me I may remind the rest of his sentence.

I will have him lick my sweaty shoes inside and out, kiss and lick my feet , suck my sweaty stockings , after partying in them the night before lick my ass, all whilst begging me for mercy.

Amber laughed, He wont get any mercy surely will he?

Britta laughed,

Of course not, I just wont the pleasure of saying no, the enjoyment of denying him mercy. Just to watch his despair when I send him back for years of hard work, Its just so delicious mmmmmmmmmm .I just love the power. And the both burst out laughing.





Needless to say Rawdahs slave only managed a lap and a half before she needed to press the little remote control. Rawdah loved holding the little button down as it shocked his balls via a small unit attached to his balls.

The slave was dancing in his bonds as he struggled on . After two laps they were well behind the other rollers and just before the third lap he collapsed.

The other males were totally exhausted as the women laughed and pointed at them

Caterina a stunning Italian woman had won the race and her slave was covered in criss crosses on his back from her whip and was on his knees. The women on the veranda had laughed then selves almost to exhaustion.

Rawdahs slave was given a special drink of feminine foot sweat washed from ladies feet and water sweaty stockings had soaked in to revive him a bit. . Next he was taken to the centre of the veranda and tied down to cleats in the floor flat on his back.

Next a very heavy oak wooden door was placed over the male , the door had been cut down so his face and head were not covered.

Carol Vordaman looking gorgeous in a very short leather skirt black stockings, black patent leather 5in heels, and white blouse said,

Ladies for your entertainment this lazy slave is going to be doing weights.

At this Carol clicked her fingers and a male slave lay face down next to the slave with the door on him and carol stepped onto the first male, deliberately digging her heels into his flesh and then up onto the door where she walked about saying,

I like this its good fun. After a while she stepped of and gave a signal and 5 Amazon size beautiful women appeared next to the male.

The unfortunate starter slave was again in attendance and carol waved the paint ball gun in his face grinning. Time to work again. And laughed

She then sauntered around to his back and again aimed at his balls and bang his sore balls got it again. More bellowing. More feminine laughter.

At this Sharron navies an Amazon type 6ft 2 in blonde stepped on the first male and up onto

the door. She walked about a bit clacking her High heels on the wood and then stood over the slaves feet. Next Sarah a brunette got on and stood next to her followed by Maria a tennis player. This continued until all 10 women were stood on the door

The slave underneath started to go red in the face so Rawdah collected some saliva in her mouth and dribbled it onto his face .

The slave was close to passing out, He couldn’t breath and just before he lost consciousness Carol shot the starters balls again and after the scream of pain the ladies on the door stepped off.

The male gulped in lungfuls of air and managed to breath ok again.

Carole Vordamn taunted him saying,

Your such a weakling arnt you.

The women all laughed and Carol slipped of her right shoe and said.

You need smelling salts. Luckily I have worn the stockings twice to the Gym they should do the trick and she placed her toes over his nose.

I bet he’s enjoying that ladies announced carol, Continuing,

I will just waggle my toes a bit to create more perfume for him to enjoy.

More laughter.

Carol was having a great time slowly torturing him with her evil stockings as he was suffering his punishment.

After 10 minutes Carol shot the slaves balls again and the Amazon women got back on him .

5 times she took him to the brink and let him recover.

On the sixth occasion the women on the door all congregated on the door just above his chest and stomach.

He was desperately trying to drag in air into his lungs but couldn’t.

Carol laughed and said

Mercy or no mercy.

The women crowding around all shook their heads and carol slipped of her shoe and put her nylon foot on his throat just to make sure.

The slaves last view was women laughing down at him and carols sexy stocking top.

Welcome Home

by MiaACTION

He promised Mia that he would be waiting at her doorstep every afternoon at 3 PM when she arrived home from work. During each encounter, he was expected to wear a t-shirt that simply read “WELCOME” in black, bold letters.

he was expected to be waiting patiently, splayed out on his back, ready to accept Her boots on his groin, torso and face. She explained to him that it was especially important that he was ready for Her on rainy days, to be sure that Her boots were properly cleaned before entering Her house. The rainy days were particularly unpleasant for him. If mud made its way into the crevices of Her boots, he was to use his tongue to dislodge it until the boots were licked clean.

Sometimes on days where She was particularly stressed, She would use Her doormat more aggressively. Commenting on how especially dirty her shoes became on the commute home from the office, She’d take Her time wiping Her feet against his slacks. If She was in a really fowl mood, She would take sadistic pleasure in stomping his testicles for good measure, putting her full weight on his stomach and jumping up and down.

She would tell him about all the mind numbing stupidity She was expected to put up with at the hands of Her male coworkers, who were, as she relayed to Her doormat, largely incompetent. She confided in him that She fantasized about fashioning a walkway beginning at the start of Her driveway, leading all the way to the front door, comprised of Her male colleagues. All the men who expected that She laugh at their cringe-inducing jokes. All the men who insisted that they are “huggers” and grab at Her with the emotional intuition of a goldfish, completely oblivious to the fact that Her face contorts with disgust any time one of them comes within five feet of Her. Every time She’s relegated to “coffee duty” or referred to as “honey,” she retreats wistfully into Herself, eager to arrive home and wipe her hands (and feet) clean of another degrading day at the office. She would count the minutes until She could use and abuse Her doormat. Doormats don’t tell jokes, give hugs, or talk back.

She would take great care to gleefully stomp on every single one of their diaphragms as She made Her way to Her coveted doormat. And finally, She would scrape the vitriol from the workday against the doormat’s teeth, and leave him outside, his business casual attire disheveled, with a mouth full of brown grit.

Tanya’s Stable (Part II)

by Mias_bitch

“Squeal for me you little cock pig!” Tanya bade, her hand coming down sharply over the tattoo on her slave’s ass.

The slave’s high pitched screeches were muted by the round red ball gag strapped firmly between his lips. Immobilized and naked, Tanya had bound her bitch face down on a weight bench; arms and legs spread out fettered to the legs at either end. His keeper stood above him at the rear end in a well fitted white blouse that hugged the curves of her bosoms, while a long brown strap-on worn over a tight set of black riding breeches was thrust with increasing intensity into his prone asshole. Circling the pair, Tanya’s friend Erin recorded the scene on a handheld digital camcorder.

“That’s it, you sissy white piggies love that deliverance shit don’t you?” she continued slapping him again and again on alternating cheeks. “I’ll get those plump little ivory cunt lips all pink for you piggy” she went on continuing the spanks with her ceaseless thrusting.

Giggling Erin circled around for some close ups on the bitches rosey behind. Panning upward she framed out Tanya’s round face in cameras viewfinder. “Ready for your close up Lady Tanya?” she said lightheartedly.

Pulling out, Tanya turned towards the lens and fluffed out her curled black locks sticking her chin out majestically. “That’s Goddess Tanya to all you pussy boy slaves out there” she corrected. Gazing down towards the slave, now breathing heavy sighs of relief from the reprieve in the brute violation, Tanya mused. “I think this piggies ready for his too.”

Strolling around to the front end of the bench Tanya removed the slave’s ball gag. “Get a nice close up of this” the ebony goddess requested gripping the back of her piggies hair and forcing the used strap-on into his gasping mouth. “Nice and close” she cooed, forcing him to suck clean the filthy toy. “I want everyone to see this piggy for what he truly is. I’m gonna make you a star” she whispered. “My little faggot white boy, gobbling my big black cock; for all the world to see” she finished chuckling. “Cut.”

“Hot, girl. Hot” Erin praised lowering the camera to her side, shifting her lithe form from side to side in her plaid miniskirt.

“I hope so. The last video sold so well, I’m sure there are plenty of sluts out there just waiting for an encore.”

In the hall, beyond the threshold of the sparsely appointed rear bedroom, came the sound of knocking from the front door below.

“I think that’s Wanda” Tanya reasoned. “Better go down and let her in.”

“K, you need any help with him?”

“Nah, he’ll be fine. I’m just gonna leave him here in case we need him for later.”

As Erin departed Tanya fixed the ball gag back into the slave’s mouth. Placing his eyeless hood back over his head she hit the light switch and made her way downstairs to join her two friends.

Tanya was eager to see her new friends again that evening. It was only a week ago that the two ladies had been introduced through their mutual friend Erin. A little shocked at first Wanda had become quickly intrigued by the way Tanya managed to enslave her “white boys” and have them so willingly commit themselves to her every whim, taking all she wanted from them and treating them like garbage in return. Over some drinks at the club Tanya had invited her friend back over the following weekend promising to show her more about her unique way of life.

Greeting Wanda in the down stairs foyer the three ladies retired back to the living room space at the rear of the building and spent some time catching up on their various weeks. It wasn’t long before another knock came at the door.

“Perfect” Tanya stated rising from the leather couch. “My free range boys are here” she said turning back to Wanda. “You wanna really see how to pimp out some sissy boys, you better take some notes” she added with a wink.

“Oooo, this is gonna be fun girl” Erin assured her companion, with a hand on her shoulder.

Three in total the boys filed in together, instructed to wait at the door till each of them had arrived before knocking. They came baring various beverages, and prepared foods which Tanya had them set on the eat-in counter in the kitchen space adjoining the rear room; before lining up before her in the living room. Her two friends remained seated on the couch as Tanya strode before the three slaves and asserted command.

“You know the drill bitches!” she barked “Strip! I wanna see those tributes out, and your skinny white asses naked as the day your mama brought you into this world!” Pacing back and forth between the boys as they hurriedly disrobed and folded there clothing in neat piles behind them she went on. “I’m you mama now! And mama wants to get paid!”

Halting and tapping her foot impatiently the Goddess waited as her slaves knelt down naked in a line before her. Each was shaved like the tattooed slave laying in limbo on the floor above, each wore a curved clear cock cage locked firmly over their genitals, and each held forth a fan of twenty dollar bills before him heads lowered to the ground reverently.

“Damn” Wanda whispered.

Giggling Erin kicked off her shoes and squatted up on the couch cushion twittering in enjoyment.

One by one Tanya walked down the line snatching up the fans like it was nothing special in the least. With each she would rifle through them briefly, before lifting a booted heel to the back of each slaves neck forcing his head to the ground to kiss her other boot. “Don’t think for a second this is gonna get you a chance to finger those little manclit’s of your’s” she sneered.

Depositing the funds in the drawer of a wooden end table adjacent to the couch, Tanya returned to the prostrate slaves. Turning she shot Wanda a knowing grin “You wanna pimp some pussy white boys like these, there’s some tricks I can teach ya. Lesson 1: choose carefully. There no shortage of dickless white pussy boys out there, so it shouldn’t be that hard to have your pick of the litter” she instructed sauntering over to pick up a riding crop leaning against the side of the sofa. “The more pathetic the better, I’m talking no close friends or family, certainly no girlfriends” as she spoke Tanya batted the top of her boot against the first slaves still bowed face, before gently kicking it aside and moving on to the next. “No scrawny white bitch would have anything to do with these sad little slut boys, let alone a strong ebony queen” punctuating the statement she brought the crop down hard on the second slaves elevated buttocks. He flinched as she proceeded down the line. “Pathetic, but it makes them perfect little cattle.” Circling around the third slave she slid the crop down between his spread legs and began tapping his balls with it’s leather head. “Leave them only enough money for there basic necessities, lock up their useless little clits” a sudden swat to the slaves balls caused him to yelp. “And send them off back into the world to toil for you all week as little cash cows” she finished placing the sole of her boot on the third slaves ass and pushing, laying him out on the floor.”

“Interesting” Wanda mused rising to her feet and wandering over to Tanya’s side. “So what’s lesson two.”

Beaming Wanda turned to her new friend “You’ve already heard it. Always let them hear exactly what there sorry asses are good for. Don’t let them forget there true place, little more then white pussy boy cattle for their black masters.”

As the night wore on, the ladies found varying uses for the three slaves.

The first Tanya had kneel on all fours atop the thick wooden coffee table. She had the other two slaves balance a silver serving tray upon his back, and adorn it with various drink glasses and food spreads the trio had brought them. ‘So they wouldn’t have to bend down for their snacks’ Tanya explained. To keep her slave ‘focused’ as she had so aptly put it she lit a candle and put it on the coffee table just behind the slaves balls Staging the cruel predicament, she had threatened the slave with dire consequences should any of the drink a top the tray spill. His time was one of careful stillness and balance amid uncomfortable shifting at the flickering flames perimeter.

The second, the most fit of the pair, Erin had all but begged Tanya to use. She had secured a curious toy from the hall closet, a cold metallic butt plug with wires dangling out the base connected to a remote. A small dial sat atop the remote, used to send an electric shock up through the device. Securing the device firmly into the slave’s rectum, and cuffing his hands behind his back; the excitable woman marched the slave into a small powder off the kitchen space in the rear. Leaning back on the closed toilet seat, with the slave kneeling before her; the last Wanda and Tanya saw of the pair for some time was Erin’s grinning countenance as she wrapped her slender ebony legs around the boys neck and drew his face up beneath her plaid miniskirt pushing the door closed as she did so.

That left the third who stood naked before Tanya and Wanda in the center of the chamber. Taking a thin necked glass of red wine from atop the ‘serving tray,’ Tanya took a slight sip before setting the beverage back down.

“Eyes to the floor slut!” Tanya spat, catching the slave sneaking a peak at the Goddesses before him. Shaking, the nervous slave complied immediately. “Which brings us to our last lesson” Tanya said her tone of voice calming. “Now this one really has to do with you” she said addressing Wanda. “You’ve picked your ideal bitch, the lowest of the bunch, and let him know what his place is. The last is all in you.”

“What do you mean?” Wanda asked confused.

“When you look at this sorry ass sissy white boy what do you see?”

Looking the fearful slave up and down Wanda considered the statement for a moment before responding “A slave?”

“Ok but what makes a man” pausing she considered the statement “or in this case a little fagget cuntboy” she corrected raising her timbre at the slave “a slave?”

A questioning look on her face Wanda remained silent.

“What is a slave to his master?”

“Property” Wanda answered.

“Exactly, and you have to adjust your thinking to see him as that, nothing more.” Turning she began circling the slave caressing his body up and down. “Pussy boys like this are natural little abuse sluts” Tanya went on her hands lingering for a squeeze on the slaves ass “they crave being so far beneath us, wallowing in it like the inferior sub-humans they are, but if you really want power you can’t just play pretend” coming in close she began to nuzzle behind the slaves ear breathing more heavily. “You’ve got to believe it” she continued softly “that they are nothing to you, that you’ll do anything you please with them.” The slave shuddered as Tanya’s voice died down to slow panting. “You’re gonna eat my shit” she whispered into his ear. “And drink my piss” she continued softly making her way to his other ear. Sliding around his front she started to lick him from the neck up his cheek. Gripping his cheeks between her fingers she bore into his eyes with her own drinking in his fear. “I own you…my little white nigger” she finished with a smile.

Suddenly her smile was gone as she spat in the slaves face, and slapped him hard enough to drop him to his knees. Gripping him by the hair she inhaled deeply as she forced his face up against the moistened crotch of her skin tight riding breeches. “Can you smell it bitch! How wet it makes me?”

Releasing him, she gazed calmly over at Wanda. “I’m telling you, master this and it’ll make you so hot.”

“I guess we have all night to practice” Wanda quipped back.

Back in the kitchen a yelp from behind the door, and the sound of Erin lighthearted laughter; gave the two women pause and a smile.

“All night” Tanya confirmed, beaming.

Emasculated for Mistress and Her Friend

by Mias_bitch

i was very fortunate to be loaned out to Mistress’s Friend last weekend to clean Her apartment while the two Ladies caught up and relaxed. my Mistress’s Friend enjoys sissies, so i dressed in a pair of pink panties, knee high white socks with red stripes, and a small pink crop top with string shoulder straps. i wore my leather collar and chastity cage as usual too, the latter making me feel all the more emasculated in my girlish attire.

On the way over Mistress placed an expensive sushi order that She had me pick up and pay for. A token of gratitude to Her and Her Friend for letting me serve, Mistress always has me treat Her Friends to lunch.

When we arrived my Mistress had me change into the outfit in front of Them to Her Friends delight, kneel, and lay out all my cleaning supplies before them. In the rush to come over that afternoon, I had neglected to bring toilet bowl cleaner, but had assumed Mistress’s Friend would have some. She did not, and as punishment had me stand up so She could give my Pink panties a wedgie before having me bend down to spank me on the ass. Once She was finished the two Ladies sent me on my way to clean the downstairs bathroom, while they dined on the sushi i bought.

For the first hour and a half I was largely alone. i could hear the two Ladies talking upstairs, and at one point Mistress’s Friend appeared behind me causing me to jump as i was scrubbing the floor. She told me to stay where i was and gave me a few spanks on the butt cheeks, before retrieving what She came down for an went back up.

When i finished, and came back upstairs, the Ladies permitted me a glass of water, and had me clean up their plates, before starting me in the kitchen while they continued conversing in the other room.

Domestic service for Mistress’s Friends was always like that, collared, naked or scantily dressed, ceaselessly toiling with little brake while the Women could be heard relaxing in some other room. i wasn’t there for play, or to make Them perform for me, i was there to be used. i was there to work, and to spoil Them. It wasn’t fantasy, They are empowered Women and i just a man to be used.

In those moments, working and alone i imagine what other men might think of me; locked in my cock cage and emasculated for the Ladies amusement. A tool doing all the Ladies housework without any reward but to be denied my manhood, mocked, teased, and used to buy things. What a pathetic little bitch i’ve been reduced to. So hot.

Once i had finished in the kitchen, i was permitted to dust the room the Ladies were in. Mistress’s Friend made a comment about checking out my butt, and They started having me arch my back for them as i bent to clean. At one point they had me show them my “bend & snap” laughing at my expense as they educated me as to what that was to my clumsy attempts.

When four hours had passed, and it was time to go, my Mistress’s Friend asked about rewarding me to which my Mistress responded that getting to buy Them sushi was reward enough. They had a good laugh, and i was permitted to kiss the Friends feet as a consolation.

Later that evening my Mistress informed me that Her Friend had sent Her a video of me dusting that She had taken. Her Friend, like my Mistress, is a ProDomme as well and She was posting the video on twitter as part of Her social media presence; letting all Her followers see what a good little bitch i was for them that afternoon.

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Sasha’s Basement

by Mias_Bitch

Sasha’s basement started as a sort of joke. When they were younger, before any of them had started doing any sex work, Sasha and three of Her other Queer friends used to hang out in the walk out basement at Sasha’s apartment. They would use the space to drink beers, and discuss Feminist Theory, and radical left politics. Sex work was always a hot topic among the four, as men are so easily led by their urges and to be able to control those urges is greatly empowering to Women.

As a joke one day, Sasha placed an add on a dating app. She wanted to see if they could get a man to come and strip for the four of them, but also make the desperate man pay them for the opportunity. The response was overwhelming, and soon the four friends started charging Men at the door to come by to strip for them, and otherwise degrade them sexually. The four Women’s disdain for patriarchy, and delight in exerting power over men shown through in their games, and the men found it irresistible.

As time went on, and the four friends matured as Sex Worker’s they refined their operation. With an overwhelming demand for their abuse the Women could afford to be picky. Only clients who could commit to indefinite chastity to keep them desperately coming back for regular use. Only clients who understood that the true power exchange for their Masters was separating them from their money. Pushy demanding clients were not tolerated, only the meekest and most easily manipulated.

So was it, that the four Women commoditized their clients. Locked in their cock cages the men would seek out their keepers at their desperate leisure, more than willing to pay steep entry fees to hang out in the basement with the four Goddesses. Once through the door they were stripped down to their cages, and collared to be mocked, abused, or sometimes just ignored. The women spit on the men, and put cigarettes out on them, openly expressing their disdain towards men. The spoke openly about how they saw their clients as commodities, and trumpeted the redistribution of male wealth. The Women would even offer degrading sex acts to their wide eyed desperate slaves, charging them hundreds in addition to what had already paid to get in for the opportunity lick their assholes, or have them pee in their mouths.

Furthering the operation, the Women started photographing the men to sell on Sasha’s new website “Sasha’s basement”. Carefully selected from immense demand, the men knew their enslavement by the Women meant they would have to risk the exposure. The Women also got in the habit of taking selfies with their clients for their own social media. Photos of them casually looming over their naked, cage, and collar prey. On their knees, the men would pose like this, wads of cash from their tribute held in their mouths. The Women displayed the selfies proudly on their feeds, espousing their fight against Patriarchy, and thoughts on redistributing male wealth; to the encouragement and amusement of their friends and salvation of their male followers. For dual branding and advertising the Women would plug the website with the hashtag #Sashas Basement.

What none of the Women foresaw, was when the hashtag started popping up in their feeds from other locations. Women, queer, non-binary, and trans folk from all over, some sex workers, some not. The posts were all similar, the posters displaying their chaste, scantily attired, eager men, broken and kneeling cash in mouth, yielding their power to their beautiful Masters. #Sashas Basement

I love you so much

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Waves of post-orgasmic bliss, gradually subsiding, washed over her body like a gentle sea. She gently extricated her arm from under her already sleeping lover’s neck. As always, Paul had been amazing. He started like a violinist, playing her body with infinite finesse. Paul could read, and even anticipate, her reactivity like none before. Gradually, reading her rising plateau, Paul would evolve into a thundering but exquisitely controlled stallion- he always made sure they climaxed together. She turned on her side and said, “I love you so much.” But she was talking not to Paul, but to the baby monitor transmitter on the nightstand.

Rising, she hunched a bit and, using her fingers, pinched her lips closed to retain as much of Paul’s three emissions inside her as possible and walked into the master bath. She closed the door and put the dimmer switch on low, opening the door to walk in closet. There she took in her husband. He was on his back on a padded piano bench, legs up at a 45 degree angle and fully spread, ankle cuffs tied off to cleats in the opposing walls. His wrist cuffs were clipped into eye bolts sunk into the side of the bench seat. His shoulders were looped to each other and tied off under the bench with a white silk sash. His pink chastity cage was where it had been for the past four weeks. His breathe through penis gag was secured with a little slack so that he could feel its glans move in his mouth. The lace trimmed black satin eye mask had assured no sensory distraction from what he heard through the headphones spliced into the baby monitor base unit. She removed the headphones, eye mask and penis gag.

Turning, she backed up and lowered herself over his waiting tongue. Elbows on knees, she hovered just above his mouth so he could clean her outside. He began with the broad sweeping tongue strokes he knew she liked. After a short while, satisfied that she was clean outside, she lowered herself onto his mouth and felt the scouring begin. “Do you like the taste of Paul’s semen? How does it make you feel to lick another man’s semen out of the love of your life?” She smiled, feeling the silent tears at the top of her inner thighs.

Slowly, the cleaning done, she could tell he was trying to pleasure her instead. “His little rebellion,” she thought to herself. “I really shouldn’t. But it’s feels so good.” She abandoned herself to the slowly rising crescendo before exploding in spasms of pelvic pleasure.

Recovering, she turned and sat again, facing his body, Taking the Magic Wand from the shelf she turned it on low and began lightly tracing his testicles. “Aw, poor thing, do your plump testes yearn to be emptied after four weeks?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tease you long. You have a big day tomorrow and need your sleep”

“Miss Patricia is bringing plaything over for one of the play dates i know you love so much. First, we’re going to have a morning of beauty and shopping. I’ve even picked out a special outfit for you to wear. The red and white seersucker shortalls- you know, the ones with the ruffled eyelet at the leg openings. Your white blouse with the pearl buttons, Peter Pan collar and the puffed, pleated cap sleeves with the button and tab cuff. And of course, ruffled anklets with your pink stack heeled Mary Janes. And underneath, I think your magenta panty and camisole set should show nicely through the blouse.

“We’ll start at my salon for fresh waxings and mani-pedi’s. And that cute receptionist just turned18 and is dying to finally be the one to unlock, remove and replace the chastity cages.”

“Then, it’s on to the mall. I’ve made arrangements at Nordtrom for you two to be fitted for lingerie in the bridal boutique in anticipation of the festivities to come. And then finally, you’ll each be getting a makeover at the MAC Counter. What a delicious morning. I’m sure you two will be just beaming at the attention, walking pinky-linked and exchanging chaste kisses.”

“When we get home, your stepdaughter, Kelly is bringing three freshman who were just initiated into Tri-Delt. They coming for a concert, but pausing for afternoon amusements on the way. And they are dying to play with you two. They’re bringing the Tri-Delt paddle which isn’t used at the House anymore, but promises to get a workout tomorrow. And what young woman would not relish the opportunity to experiment with a strap-on for the first time. Finally, Kelly said the Sisters were absolutely agog on learning about urethral sounding. Kelly says they can’t wait to do that to a nice, hard penis.”

“When playtime is done, it will be time for High Tea from our scantily uniformed french maids. Elle and Bree from your office will be arriving for tea. I had offered to let them watch on their phones, but when they heard what was coming, they begged so sweetly to be here, I couldn’t say no.”

“And finally, we come to the “climax” of our day of innocent fun. Miss Patricia and I agreed that it would be so special for you two, if the first you two had gay sex together, it was for the amusement of an audience of younger women. The freshmen will remove your maid uniforms and redress you both in your bridal lingerie. The guest room mattress with a black satin fitted sheet will be in the family. the black should show off your bridal frillies nicely and also denote any spilled semen that needs to be licked up. And after four weeks of chastity, the semen should be in more than ample supply. And you two will be recycling all of it. We’re going to let the younger women choreograph what you two do with each other but Miss Patricia and I will be standing by with rattans to ensure the proper sensuous enthusiasm for the video they’ll all be taking.”

“Sweety, lift your head so I can fit the CPAP over your mouth and nose. I filled it with urine this morning so it should be luxuriously stale by now. Now the headphones so our lovemaking can be your alarm clock. Paul will be good for at least two more loads which will make a yummy appetizer before your daily gruel.”

She closed the door, turned out the light and climbed back into bed. She turned to the baby monitor and whispered, “I love you so much.”

Blackmailed into puppetry

by Atldomdiscrete

I always find it delicious when I feel the panic in their heaving breast, in their breath, in their loins, the esoteric energies rushing forth like the waters of life fleeing captivity, the nerves screaming a trapped animal feeling, sending signals to every part of the straining body that it must escape this new hell. Of course with the Blackmailed slave there is the singular exception that it is human and cannot just run away from thew conditions that bind it to pain, humiliation, and slavery. It must live with its new life, swallowing all these on a daily basis, pathetically struggling, always kept moving between denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance but never allowed to rest in any one state permanently. Kubler-Ross might never have expected the her model to be put to use by sadists but then perhaps she would have enjoyed puppets situation and the pathetic level to which its life had degenerated. Perhaps the torments of hell are made finer by knowing that others are watching the emotions pulled from the unwilling victim like a long string wound around the soul. As the soul unravels one has the sensation of poignancy amplified by the victim’s hopeless struggle. The slow sinking of a desperate beauty in a pit of quicksand may be the only correspondence, a pale one. One of the nicer things about watching a slave in this position is its knowledge that others are going about their daily existence, enjoying their lives, while it suffers in secrecy and enforced silence. I think a lot of us find that pretty hot, don’t you?.

And so puppet was highly motivated to obey. After all it didn’t want all those pictures going out to the various addresses, both electronically and via snail mail. That could be quite embarrassing couldn’t it? One might lose everything, even the will to live. Better to suffer, better to become a receptacle for the pleasure of others, better to survive, even in a hell that was controlled by the very sadistic demons one had once called up to give one pleasure. Karma is a bitch isn’t it?

But puppet wasn’t quite motivated enough and K had asked me to help it discover itself by shedding its ego. The idea was to jump-start the process of Ego Snuffing in order to turn it into a better battery for others. After all it’s energy now belonged to its Owners and the esoteric House it had tried to disrupt.

Puppet needed punishment for the sin of disrespect and I was only too glad to escort it to the Piss Tank for a long overdue session of ego snuffing. Though it was male and I have little interest in that gender other than friendship I was delighted to help out a fellow Acolyte by handling her Blackmailed slave, a pathetic creature who resided in my city. As a sadist adept at pulling energy from the deep well of batteries that life produces in any creature, I knew I would find something to appreciate in structuring life for a puppet who had just gotten itself in a little over its head. Now its complacent middle-american life was going to be derailed, sent into a tailspin, stepped on by people far better than it, and used for the pleasure of those who deserved to have their own Personal Stress Receptacle, something every real person could use. Few have their own waste bin in which to dump the daily stresses of work and life. We are the exceptional few…and puppet regrets this hard fact every day of its life.

The occasion of puppet’s ego erasure was one night when it was summoned to attend me at a House where the only ego allowed was the one borne by Owners. In this House there were the Owned and the Owners and no one could mistake the two. Puppet had been there in attendance with me once before as a servant slave at a relatively quiet evening there while a slave was being punished as an example. The punishment was quite excrutiating, rather to the mind than the body.

But let me give you a description of the Piss Tank:

….work in progress