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5 Reasons Adult Male Slavery Should Be Legalized

‘If you can imagine it, you can achieve it . . . ‘ – William Arthur Ward

Let’s face it. Slavery gets a bad rep and rightfully so. However, I thought it would be fun to present some reasonable arguments to why enslaving all adult men, 21 years and above, would actually be beneficial to society. After all, if recent history has taught us anything it has taught us that if you repeat something often enough and loudly enough, a lot of people will come to believe and accept it!

1. It Would A Massive Boost To The Economy

Let’s start with the most obvious benefit. Economic. By allowing men to be sold as property they essentially become goods, and goods can be taxed! The new female run government could tax a purchase (a sales tax), levy an ownership tax, or both!

Assuming the value of a slave is similar to a slave in 1860, that would be around $40,000. If women were taxed 10% of every purchase, the US sales revenue alone would be over $440 billion dollars! (based on a US population of adult males over 21 years of age, 110 million +/- CountryMeters.info)

Bear in mind that this money, if just put into building hospitals, could build at least 3,520 hospitals alone (assuming an average cost per hospital of $125 million). For schools the number is at least 10 times that. Meaning at least 35,200 schools could be build using male slave sales tax revenues. Providing tens of millions of women with modern, well facilitated schools.

But that is not all. The new slave industry would also mean new jobs. New jobs means more income, more income means more people paying taxes. Further, with roughly half the workforce removed from it, the remaining female workforce would likely be able to receive far more competitive salaries since employers would have to compete with each other to get employees from the limited number of available women workers.

Unemployment would be virtually non-existent as there will be such a huge void in the job market that it would take decades to fill all the men’s former positions with women.

Women would earn more, which would be transferred to her daughters which means her daughters would enjoy a higher standard of living.

Bear in mind, our estimate of the value of the male slavery industry of around $4 – 5 trillion would make it the largest industry in the United States alone. Worldwide, this industry would be more massive than the Manufacturing, Tech and Health industries combined.

Indeed if legalized, the male slave industry would lead to a boom time for America similar to the dot com market boom. And that is being extremely conservative. It is likely it would become the single largest industry in the world if legalized worldwide.

And we are not even considering all the other type of industries that would likely pop up due to legalized enslavement of man such as manufacturing restraints. And according to studies, a man can produce up to 3 and 5 milliliters of semen per day which is currently valued in Canada at $400-$650. (GroupEnroll.ca)

Imagine if just 1% of the enslaved male population, the most desirable 1%, is made in Hucows. That could be a multi billion dollar industry in its’ own right. Which could also be taxed! The possibilities are essentially endless.

Another source of revenue could come from allowing a man to extend their freedom by paying an annual freedom extension fee after their 21st Birthday. This is likely to be even more profitable. A literal steady revenue stream for the government which they can invest in hospitals, schools and public service.

Obviously, there is a lot of economical benefit to legalizing the enslavement of men.

2. Beneficial To Science and Health Research

You may have not expected this argument but yes, male slavery would actually be very beneficial to science especially in the creation of treatments, drugs and vaccines.

Unfortunately history has already confirmed this on several occasions. From experiments done on black slaves which created several cures for diseases (https://theconversation.com/the-hidden-stories-of-medical-experimentation-on-caribbean-slave-plantations-81600) to the horrible but valuable experiments done by the Nazis on their captives.

The human male is obviously a more accurate test subject when compared to chimpanzees who are currently our most accurate test subject for experimental drugs and vaccines.

Indeed if male slavery is legalized, male slaves will be replacing the chimpanzees for testing and they would likely yield far more accurate results. Just think of the last 2 years of vaccine issues with not enough testing for rapid antigen test which in turn meant it was not accurate enough until recently.

Imagine how much more quickly it could have been developed if better test subjects were available. Perhaps then we won’t be needing a third dose and such. Potentially this is perhaps the strongest argument for male slavery as billions in medical research could be saved if implemented.

Slaves may also be utilized in providing medical care. Currently most nurses are still female, but with slavery, men could not only fill this role, but their roles could be expanded. Not only could these slave nurses provide medical assistance they may also provide companionship and morale boast to female patients.

Without the distraction of their own lives they could fully dedicate their time to assisting patients as much as they possibly could. This may include giving pleasure to a patient before a possible dangerous surgery to help reduce her stress and to accelerate her recovery.

These slave nurses could not refuse a patient’s sexual advance and if it posed no harm to the patient’s recovery, they would be encouraged to satisfy these patients needs.

This will likely boast patient morale and be instrumental in their recovery. While not as instrumental as being a test subject for experiments, its’ value is also significant in terms of saving lives.

3. Reducing Stress and Providing Companionship

Suicides are rising every year due to growing depression. The rate of suicidal behavior is 40 to 60 percent higher in women than it is in men. The leading cause is depression and a feeling of isolation. By enslaving men, women could acquire a companion that would be dedicated to them fully.

Pressure that come from finding a partner would also likely not be a problem, as now they may just purchase the man of their dreams who could be trained to obey and satisfy their every desire.

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Mankind would take a position more akin to that of a domesticated pet than of an equal partner. Indeed with mankind relieved of their freedom, they can now focus on one thing “making their female owners happy”. While at first this may take some adjusting to, it is highly likely that after the first decade or so the role of servant would become second nature to men.

Some would argue dogs are happier because they don’t think much… just playing with their Masters and doing their best to obey. Men will become ‘the new dog’ once male slavery is legalized. With the added advantage of being able to fuck them if the woman wishes.

It is likely with the dedication and love (and the occasional torture session to let off some steam) stress levels in women would be greatly reduced which in turn would likely lead to a drop in female suicides.

While taking male freedom away to reduce suicide rates may seem a bit much, in the words of Dr Fauci, “even one life is valuable” and being that this would save thousands of women’s lives, it stands to reason that men should be enslaved to make female lives less depressing.

4. Help Classroom Grades

I don’t know about you but school was mostly boring and down-right dreadful at times. In a male enslaved world this would likely change. Studies have shown that male students grades has been declining anyway for the last several years, so why continue the expense of trying to educate them.

Teachers could utilize slaves as a incentive tool for the now exclusively female students. “If your grades improve by 5 you get 5 minutes with the classroom sex slave. If you get an A, you get to take him home on the weekends to do… well anything you want.”

Studies by Maslow show that when positive incentives are given, production is increased by 20%.

This would likely be beneficial in the long run as well since if absenteeism and grades are improved, so will the quality of the graduates, which means a better educated society. The incentives could be like sport titles in that school. If you finish as a Top student you get a free slave of your choice from the school.

This incentive may be extremely attractive to future busy, hard working women.

5. New Entertainment For The Masses

With male slavery in place, some new types of of entertainment and sports can be formed to entertain the female public. Entertainment, the opiate of the masses, afterall makes people happier thus this will be an added value over all.

With better entertainment, the female public would be less stressed and more likely to enjoy their time in the Earth. This would also create new industries which, relating to point number one above, creates jobs… and can be taxed!

Imagine the sports that could exist. Ponyboy races, cunnilingus races, and many more. Also for those very pro woman in sports, these sports would be completely dominated by women. A pro-feminist dream come true. I mean many hardcore, patriarchal males will be put in a fight to the death with a lion in my imagining of these sports, but still. Lots of fun for the ladies.

CONCLUSION

There are a good number of reasons why legalizing adult male slavery would be beneficial to society. It would boost the economy likely surpassing even the level of the largest boom time, allow for more accurate test subjects which would lead to billions of lives saved through vaccines and drugs, provide companionship and emotional support for lonely women, slaves can be utilized as incentives in schools leading to better grades, and provide unique high quality entertainment to women everywhere.

Some points that I did not include here is of course, cheap labor (because this causes problems as well so I would ban males from work outside of a domestic context), and the fact that in human history, slavery is the norm not the exception, nor is it technically immoral as far as religions like Christianity and Islam don’t forbid it.

And lastly, that the huge financial windfall this new industry would create would probably lead to the collapse of the current capitalist model. After all, if women now have a virtually unlimited source of money, what value would money be anymore? It would pave the way for a more collaborative, synergistic society model. A model based on feminist ideals.

Just my dream. What about you? Share your thoughts!

The Fairfield Husband’s manual

DEAR READER: I take a perverse pleasure in taking material from male dominant, misogynistic websites and correcting them to become female dominant works.  I started with the Fetlife profile AmericanQueendom, where almost all the captions came from sources reveling in the torture and degradation of women, advocating rape, abuse and murder. Please don't lecture me on modern feminism not being all about reverse-misogyny and retribution - I get it. It's just a kink of mine. 
What follows is a beginning of a fantasy adaptation of a nonexistent manual based on the movie, 'The Stepford Wives'.  A patriarchal horror film if there ever was one.  Well now in Fairfield, the tables have turned...  enjoy!

Religious and historical training

excerpt from the future Fairfield husband’s groom training course

Introduction from the Fairfield Husband’s manual

Fairfield Husband’s manual

Religious and historical training.

All future Fairfield husbands should begin their education by learning these religious and historical texts and be prepared to recite them on command. They are important cornerstones in the founding of Fairfield and point to the long history of men’s subservience to womankind.

Janet K. (1513-72): “Man in his greatest perfection was made to serve and obey woman, NOT to rule and command her.”

Janet K. (1513-72): “Man in his greatest perfection should have known that woman was lord above him; and therefore that he should never have pretended any kind of superiority above her, no more than do the angels above Goddess the Creator.”

Janet K.(1513-72): “In his greatest perfection, man was created to be subject to woman.”

Burnedette DK: “Last, there is the husband who is like a maid-servant. He serves his wife well and with fidelity. He respects her, obeys her commands, has no wishes of his own, no ill-feeling, no resentment, and always tries to make her happy.”

Jean-J R.: “The whole education of men ought to be relative to women. To please them, to be useful to them, to make themselves loved and honored by them, to educate them when young, to care for them when grown, to council them, to console them, and to make life agreeable and sweet to them. These are the duties of men at all times, and should be taught them from their infancy.”

Jean-J R.: “Man was made to yield to woman and put up with her injustice.”

A (354-430): “Man is merely woman’s helpmate, a function which pertains to him alone. He is not the image of the great Goddess for as far as woman is concerned, she is by herself the image of the Goddess.”

Preistess G I (540-604): “Man is slow in understanding and his unstable and naive mind renders him by way of natural weakness to the necessity of a strong hand in his wife. His ‘use’ is two fold; [carnal] sex and servitude.”

Clementine of Alexandria (150-215): “Every man should be filled with shame by the thought that he is a man.”

Margaret Luther (1483-1546) “Man is a stupid vessel over whom woman must always hold power, for the woman is higher and better than he; for the regiment and dominion belong to woman as the head and master of the house.”

Southern Baptist Women’s Convention (2000): “A husband should submit himself to the leadership of his wife. Leadership in the church should always be female.”

Saint Anne (347 – 397): “Man ought not only to have simple arrayment, but all authority is to be denied unto him. For he must be in subjection to woman (of whom he has taken his origin), as well in habit as in service.”

Paulette’s letters to Corinthians 11:8 – 11:10

“For woman was not created from man, but man from woman; Neither was woman created on account of or for the benefit of man, but man on account of and for the benefit of woman.

Therefore he should be subject to her authority and should have a covering on his head as a token, a symbol, of his submission to authority, that he may show reverence unto Goddesses angels here on earth and not displease them.”

1 Corinthians 11:34 – 11:35

“The men should keep quiet in the churches, for they are not authorized to speak, but should take a secondary and subordinate place, just as Matriarchal Law also says.
If there is anything they want to learn, they should ask their own wives at home, for it is disgraceful [a shame] for a man to talk in church. For him to usurp and exercise authority over women of the church.”

1 Teresa 2:8 – 2:12

“Men, for their part, should display their bodies by dressing modestly and decently in appropriate clothes, not by wearing gold, or expensive clothes, but through their good and obedient works. This is proper for men who claim to revere Goddess.”

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An excerpt from the future Fairfield husband’s groom training course

Congratulations! You have been selected by a woman to become her husband!

So what does make a boy a happy Fairfield husband?
It’s just so simple, yet no one wants to say the truth in today’s society:
Most boys are happiest when they make a woman orgasm. That’s it. That’s all it takes. Make a woman cum and you’ve got instant happiness.
And sure, maybe that happiness won’t last for more than a couple of hours, but that’s why you’ve got to make her cum again and again and again.
What makes one male better than another? It is when he accepts his purpose. It’s when he is eager, happy, and knows he is a tool for a woman to satisfy herself on. He is then a more desirable cock holder. A husband!
Show her she made the right choice picking you. Smile and moan when she finishes on you.
Then show her your appreciation by thanking her for making you feel useful.

Remember all Fairfield women want a smiling husband always eager to please!
Cook, clean, service: the meaning of life for a Fairfield husband!

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Introduction from the Fairfield Husband’s manual

Welcome to Fairfield! Be happy knowing your lifetime of service has begun! This manual was created just for you, the new Fairfield husband! It contains everything you need to know to become the best husband you can be. First, we must inform you of some laws here in Fairfield that pertain specifically to you, husband;

Curfews
Husbands are never permitted outside their wife’s property without their express written permission. Be sure to ask her to include the specifics of where she is permitting you to be and when to avoid any trouble with the Fairfield women’s police. Under no circumstances may husbands be away from home and their duties after dusk unless accompanied by a woman. And under no circumstances may a husband ever leave the house without first being secured in some form of chastity by his wife.

Polyandry
Polyandry is an acceptable practice for women here in Fairfield. Women use the rules of the patriarchy to their fullest advantage in more easily transferring your wealth, changing your name, and being by your side at the time of your death to hear your pledge to continue to serve her in Valhalla, the afterlife.

Property rights
Husbands are not entitled to own property in Fairfield. All property, real or otherwise, must be in the name of a woman.

Stop and Search
Unless accompanied by a woman, men are subject to legal stop and search by the the Fairfield women’s police at any time – at the sole discretion of the police.

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The Fairfield Husband’s manual

  • Waiting is an extremely important Fairfield husband skill. The fact that she tells you to stay in position while she finishes complicated woman work or a conversation, the idea that she does it for no reason other than to assert her dominance should make you hard.
  • Fairfield husbands should expect a weekly maintenance spanking followed by thank-you-for-making-me-a-better-husband ass worship and cunnilingus.
  • A Fairfield husband knows that a woman needs to mark her territory. It is natural. She may wish to brand or tattoo her name on you. Your body is a canvas for her to paint.
  • When not cooking and cleaning, a Fairfield husband is the entertainment for his wife.
  • You should always make sure you are undressed and ready for when your wife gets home.
  • Fairfield husbands take it up the ass. Most women love it and husbands can earn points towards their next pair of shoes or t-shirt.
  • Always remember the Fairfield secret of marital happiness: If your wife is happy, then you are happy.
  • Obedience is happiness. So let’s all work to bring back the phrase, “I’ll have to ask my wife!”

Chapter 1 –

  • Learn how your wife prefers you to greet her when she gets home and undress and display yourself as she tells you to with a smile.
  • Cook and clean for her. Women deserve a man that services her in more ways than just sex. The cooking and housework is your responsibility.
  • While cooking and cleaning, remember that you are on display. Always arrange things that if she tells you to present yourself for her sexual gratification that you can do so quickly without burning food on the stove or in the oven.

Chapter 2 –

  • Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when she arrives home from work. Touch up your deodorant and be fresh-looking. She has just been with a lot of work-weary women making important, world changing decisions for you. Greet her with a look and a pose that is sure to make her glad to be home.
  • Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house and bedroom just before your wife arrives. Run a dust cloth over tables and smooth the bedspread until it is perfect. She will reward you for your efforts.
  • Look in the mirror. Imagine yourself as a boy in a television commercial; you should look flawless, at all times. Practice how to greet your wife in the most pleasing way when she gets home.
  • Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for her return. This is how you let her know you have been thinking about her. Most women are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
  • Make sure you are ready when your wife gets home to greet her with a smile to take her mind off the work day.
  • You should always make sure you are undressed and ready for when your wife gets home.
  • Make her home a place she can enjoy.
  • A Fairfield husband knows that his body is made for her pleasure. You should display it, topless, bottomless or completely naked, as your wife wishes. She gets to use it on command in any location she desires.
  • Use all your talents to relieve her stress.
  • It is your job to ensure your wife has a relaxing and enjoyable evening.
  • A Fairfield husband knows that his body is made for her pleasure.
  • Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquility where your wife can renew herself in body and spirit.
  • Your goal must be to hear the words “good boy” multiple times a day.


Chapter 3 –

  • Nothing else in life matters more to you than obediently serving women. As a man, you must constantly be asking yourself “how may I serve her?” for pleasing women is your reason for existing.
  • After fixing her dinner and she has retired to another room, quickly finish cleaning the kitchen and then prepare to make yourself her entertainment for the evening. Enter the room she is in quietly, perhaps naked or with your chastity device on display, and ask if you may help her relax from all the stresses of the day. The after-dinner pussy worship helps a woman to relax into the rest of her evening.
  • Make her comfortable. Have her lean back in a comfortable chair or have her lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for her. Arrange her pillow and offer to take off her shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.


Chapter 4 – Bathroom duties

  • It is a great pleasure for a woman to feed her pee to a man. Respect the gift she puts in your mouth. Do not spit it out or swallow unless she directly tells you to. If at first you find the taste of pee unpleasant, you must practice tasting and swallowing it daily until you truly appreciate the gift she provides you everyday.

Chapter 5 –

  • Happiness is a clean house and a happy wife.
  • Be the picture of traditional servitude. Your wife will enjoy watching you perform your husbandly duties, sometimes for hours.
  • To please your wife, be the picture of traditional masculinity. You should exercise whenever possible. Get your hair styled and be dressed well all the time when she permits clothing. Make sure she enjoys what she sees when she enters a room in her house.
  • Women are smart. men are useful.
  • Know your place. Do as you’re told.
  • Show her her pleasure is the most important thing in your life by making sure you consider even the little things that make her happy.
  • Women enjoy looking at other men. You are not to grow jealous or get upset. Instead, find ways to increase her pleasure of observing men that arouse her.

Chapter 6 – Upon her waking

  • Your attitude during your wife’s first five waking minutes in the morning sets the tone for her entire day.

Chapter 7 –

  • Exercise every day to maintain your physique. Remember, your goal is perfection. That means all your work and time will be going into appearing in tip top condition and being attractive for your wife.


Chapter 8 –

  • Make the evening hers. Never complain if she comes home late or goes out to dinner or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand her world of strain and pressure and when she is home, help her to relax and forget the troubles of the day.


Chapter 9 –

  • Women are full of sexual energy and can become sexually ferocious. When you have excited great lust and desire within her, expect her to act like a beast of the jungle. Her roughness with you is your reward for arousing her as you should.
  • Don’t ask her questions about her actions or question her judgment. Remember, she is the master of the house and as such will always exercise her will with fairness and truthfulness. A good husband always knows his place.


Chapter 10 –

  • Dress sexily while you cook and clean her house. Your wife will enjoy watching you perform your husbandly duties.
  • Always keep your ears on alert the moment you leave the room. Keep your ears tuned for your name to be called, a finger snapped, or a sign that she needs you to do something for her.
  • On days when your wife is home all day, remember that you are her maid and servant. Dress and act like it. Let her enjoy watching you perform your husbandly duties.
  • Your mouth is there for Her enjoyment.
  • To submit is to be happy


Chapter 11 –

  • Use all your assets. Fairfield husbands blessed with long tongues or large noses have an extra source of deep enjoyment to bestow on their wives. Ask her often if she would like to slide her womanhood on it.
  • The Well Endowed Husband: a man’s ass in motion are a pleasure to a woman. Bounce it often in her presence and ask if she would like to spank it or slide her strap-on into it.


Chapter 12 – Vacations

  • When your wife takes you with her outdoors, be sure to support her ideas on where she wants to go and what she wants to do. Find ways to make her trips even more enjoyable for her.
  • On vacations, be sure to dedicate an entire day to seeing how many times you can make your wife cum until she is completely drained. Then you will have truly met your duty as a husband – satisfying her completely.

Chapter 13 –

  • Put your wife’s hopes and interests before yours. Don’t ask your wife for many unnecessary things. Consider her needs before yours.
  • Satisfying her sexual needs is the most important thing to a Fairfield husband. You are required to give her pleasure, not get it.
  • Sometimes she needs to turn you from boy-next-door to dirty-defiled-whore.
  • Always thank your wife for using you.
  • Thank her for sharing her orgasms with you.

Chapter 14 –

  • Cook, clean and stay naked to reward her for the doing the work that is confusing to a man.
  • You are at your best when naked and obedient to a woman’s guidance.
  • When she’s had a tough day, provide her comfort. Show her her pleasure is the most important thing in your life by making sure you consider even the small things that make her happy.
  • When your wife is about to cum on your face, do not expect her to announce it. You should be prepared for her juices at all times.

Chapter 15 – Other Fairfield husbands

  • At times you may feel envious of other husbands. Sometimes you might feel hurt by things they say or looks they get from your wife, or you might feel self-conscious about your appearance around a more virile and handsome husband. Remember that like you, they are merely servants of their wives. Just this morning, they were cleaning the house with their cock cages showing, getting a firm bottom spanking for misbehaving or kneeling at their wives feet orally worshiping her. Just like you.


Chapter 16 –

  • Make sure the house is spotless before she comes home from work.

Chapter 19 –

The natural state of a man is to find happiness in her happiness.

  • When she is home, make life so attractive she won’t want to leave.
  • When his woman isn’t in the house, everything a man does is in preparation for Her being there.
  • If something brings Her pleasure, it is 100% your job to do it with a smile on your face.
  • Good boys love pleasuring women. Pleasuring women gives you a purpose and makes you happy.
  • When she is home, make life so attractive she won’t want to leave. Don’t make her feel guilty and don’t complain. Instead treat her like a queen and cater to her needs.
  • A man’s job is to provide his wife with what she needs.
  • All your clothes should be washed on laundry day. Be sure you plan no engagements outside the home as you will be naked until the laundry is complete.

Chapter 20 –

  • Do not possess strong opinions on any subject, unless you are expressing enthusiasm for recipes, cleaning products, her looks, or your wife’s ideas.
  • “What do women want?”: The primary thing women want is a submissive husband who keeps the house clean, makes her delicious meals and is ready to service her when she needs it.
  • Remember, food and a roof over your head aren’t free. A Fairfield husband must earn them!


Chapter 35 – Punishment and Discipline

  • You will be punished regularly. It is how men learn.
  • A disciplined husband is an obedient husband. A obedient husband is a happy husband.
  • Discipline and Authority are your anchors. You need them, they ground you. They help you to comply and obey. They restrict you, guide you. They help you to be better, improve yourself. They help you to find meaning and purpose. They help you to become a good husband.
  • You must learn your wife’s rules as quickly as possible. A Fairfield house should be one of love, harmony and pleasure. If it is not, then you are at fault and she will teach you to obey.
  • Regular correction, even if you haven’t done anything wrong, is an absolute must. Wives need to remind their husbands that they are in charge. No better way then to bare your bottom and give you a spanking. Spare the rod spoil the husband.
  • Not every spanking she gives you is because you did something wrong. Sometimes a woman does it just because she enjoys it. Be grateful you have yet another way to provide her pleasure.
  • Always thank your wife after a spanking.

Chapter 37 – Happiness is…

  • Happiness is … letting her make all the decisions.
  • Happiness is … providing her relief.
  • Happiness is … being handsome for your wife and letting her show you off in public.
  • Happiness is … kneeling in front of your wife to show your devotion.


Final Thoughts

You should review the Fairfield husband’s manual frequently, just like you need to look up recipes from your cookbook and read instructions on using cleansers. That is the secret to a happy Fairfield life.

BONUS CHAPTER: Ladies evening entertainment ideas –
The 3 minute drill is a frequent fun game. He gets 3 minutes to lick and kiss you to orgasm. If he fails, he gets spanked for 30 seconds. He then gets another 3 minutes followed by another round of spanking. Each spanking round gets harsher.

His goal: extract her orgasm in as few rounds as possible.
Her goal: the complete opposite.

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!

♥

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 Monastery – Temple of the Dark Goddess

In his mind, at 20 and a virgin, he had received a calling to become a monk. As a novitiate, most of his time was spent in prayer, devotion, and working in the temple to serve the older monks. Under the watchful eye of the Mother Superior, his days were filled with cooking, cleaning, and prayer as he sought his relationship with the Dark Goddess – his higher power.

Attending services several times a week, he had been noticed by several of the Priestesses. Unaware of what was now in motion – with the help and guidance of his Mother Superior.

(While many don’t believe or truly understand, the Church itself is the originator of dominance and submission, discipline for multiple reasons, all designed to program one’s mind. For centuries it has been that way, the church controlling and deciding, as well as drinking in the power that they gave themselves by spreading the instructions of submission.)

The first time c38 (his monk name – given upon entering the service of the Church) was brought by Mother Superior to meet the Priestesses that her monastery served, it was under the auspices of his neglecting his work and not being pure in his prayers and worship.

The penance was simple. Bread and Water for five days – Praying and guidance with the Priestesses, and regular punishment – starting at that day.

Trembling and nervous, c38 was undressed completely in front of the women, and tied over was looked to be a large, wooden, polished, ornate sawhorse.

The four older priestesses each took their turn, using a leather strap or a long thin rod, whipping the young monk until he nearly passed out. This was to happen two times a week.

(The foundation of submission is the programming of the mind and the body.)

For several months the whipping, the exposure of his young body, the praying for his salvation before these women, pushing him to be more pure, was simply programming.

Always with the Mother Superior watching, the women continued their regular punishment of c38’s body, and then slowly it began.

Due to the intense pain of the whippings and canings, anything that lessened the pain became embraced by the body. Each Priestess, after her turn punishing him, would begin to take time, caressing his abused bottom, and letting their hands wander, touching, stroking, fingering.

Within several months, the punishment sessions began to show the fruit of his sexual confusion. The Priestesses now were finding that as he was tied for punishment, his body and mind was going to that place where the thoughts of pleasure overtook the fear of the pain, and soon they found that the young monk was fully aroused before the first stroke of punishment was given. They had brought him to the first level of sexual control.

Now the punishments were for him being un-chaste with his thoughts and body. Even though they had developed this reaction – it hit him hard, to undress, be tied, and to be made to explain why he was so hard. The shame and humiliation of being unable to explain why his body responded prior to punishment, was classical D/s psychological development.

Mother Superior explained to him that now it was time for him to begin thanking the Priestesses for their help in his salvation and guidance – the young monk was made to learn to use his mouth for the Priestesses pleasure.

Taught to learn by being whipped as he took one of them in his mouth – shamed when it became obvious how much harder he could please while the strap or rod struck him.

Eventually he was moved to the next level of serving the church with his body. Being told his virginity was to remain for the Goddess, there was but one place for the Priestesses to enjoy the young monk other then his mouth…

Per his Mother Superior’s instruction he was moved to the convent and now, several times a week at times, he would report to one of the Priestesses, and if not there for punishment and salvation, simply to remove his frock and wearing only the symbol of the Dark Goddess around his neck, submit to the Priestess for her needs, in one of the two ways ordained by the Goddess. He would remain a virgin, always chaste for the Goddess, and a tool of her Priestesses satisfaction forever… until death did he part.

Epilogue – The Mother Superior eventually put c38 to use in the woodworking shop at the convent, building furniture for the Priestesses rooms…

Worth – story

Pain, it’s part of the pleasure.

“You’ve got such an ugly, old dick and balls, boy. They really beg to be beaten. I bet you’ve been wondering if I’d be doing this again. Well of course I am. This time you don’t even have to hold them up for me, my pretty rope will do it for me.”

He shivered in the hard kitchen chair. His wrists were bound straight down at his sides, and his ankles to the plain, sturdy wooden legs. She had looped rope tightly around his cock and balls, held the end up like a leash and pushed it between his teeth to hold taught with a stern admonishment not to drop it.  Viola stood before him, running his thin leather dress belt through her hands. She had noted it immediately when he had showed up at the restaurant. She had decided then and there that this evening would be perfect to try a whippier cock beating. 

“You know, men know very well that their useless, little dicks deserve to be spanked and whipped. You are just so proud of your fun sticks. You flaunt it all over and you’re just so sensitive about it. Like you pet. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Goddess, I am sensitive about it. That’s why you liked belting it so much last time.”

“Mmhm. You screamed and cried. But you wanted it so much that you even offered them up to the belt with your own hands. My belt, not your thin little belt. You even begged me for more, you little pain slut.”

“I… I wanted to please you, Goddess.”

“Mmm, yes, I know. I liked that. And I found that I liked your screams, too. And remember, you left a big wet spot on the chair. You’re so twisted pet. Such a dirty bitch. That kind of bitch deserves to get his cock and balls belted again, doesn’t he?”

He knew she wanted him to repeat that back to her. And, well, it was kind of true. “Yes, Goddess, I’m a twisted, dirty bitch who deserves to have his cock and balls belted.” As he said it, he shuddered and felt a heavy cloak of buzzing warmth spread over his chest and shoulders. He felt as if his eyes had to close; his breath came quicker. 

Viola ran the cool leather over his thighs. “Ask for it, my pet.” 

Slowly he answered. “Goddess… please whip my useless, little cock and balls with my belt. Whip it until I scream and beg you to stop. Please mark me. I want to see that their yours.”

“Good boy. I’ll oblige. Let’s see if this thin little thing will make bruises like the thick one did, or just nice pink welts. Mmm, I bet we can get it pretty raw with such a whippy belt. No need to count this time, Pet. I think I’ll need to do a lot more, a lot faster.”

Viola waited a minute. Her play toy was clearly dopey already just from being tied up and insulted. Of course he was, the silly shit lived for that stuff. Well, she’d shortly make him dopier. She decided to dive right in without warmup. He liked it when she was nasty, anyway. 

Suddenly she struck, across both of the impossibly soft balls. He gasped, his eyes suddenly rising to her face. His mouth gaped in an O as she quickly struck him a dozen more times, his face shocked. By the end he was already involuntarily trying to raise his hands to protect himself. But she had made sure to tie him firm. Her cunt moistened in her pants.

Her torture pet was breathing heavily. Viola’s gaze shifted to his eyes from the rising pink welts on his thighs and balls.

“How is it, slut? Does it hurt as much as the big belt?”

Finally he caught his breath again. “Yes, Goddess, it hurts a fucking lot. It’s different cause it’s not so heavy. But it really fucking stings. And you’re doing it so fast.”

“Mm, that’s good to hear. Let’s do another round.”

He whimpered this time but didn’t protest. Viola set in quickly again. Halfway through, he started to make squeaking noises, which quickly grew to proper squeals. He was struggling again, too, which made his balls wiggle even more, tugged by the rope between his clenched teeth as his head thrashed about. His cheeks were flushed and he was starting to break out in a sweat. Her panties were soaked already. What a lovely sight.

“You’re beautiful like this, pet. Letting me hurt your precious cock and balls. Not even complaining. I bet you’d even ask me for more yourself, wouldn’t you.”  She reached out and squeezed his balls. Her pet moaned. 

“Well?”

“Ooh… Goddess, I want more. Please hit them some more. I can’t get enough. Please–“

He was cut off by another rain of blows. His moans quickly turned into yells. Viola stopped short. “I think we’ll try your cock now.” She carefully lined up the belt, and then delivered six blows smartly, with just little pauses between each. Satisfyingly, Pet’s moan-yells quickly raised in pitch. She actually had made him scream. Delicious. 

“Fuck, Pet, I never knew I’d love making a man scream in pain so much.” She aimed and started on his cock again. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Snap! “You want me to make you take it.” Snap! “You need this.” Snap! “You’ll be so compliant after this.” Snap! “So soft and yielding.” Snap! “This is who you are.” Snap! “You were so eager to show off your cock to me, weren’t you. Did you think I’d just smile and nod and not do anything with it?” She paused a second longer and then hit those now-red balls extra hard. “You didn’t know I would enjoy this so much. You naive little bitch. You got more than you bargained for.”

He had started to sniffle between his screams. “Aww, did I hurt your feelings, bitch? That’s what really makes you cry. You can just take so much pain, can’t you? You’re just so proud of that.” Viola started raining down another few dozen from the top of his chest, across his stomach and then his thighs. Halfway through Pet started sobbing properly. His tears fell onto his cheeks, trickling down and off the tip of his chin. 

“Do the tears sting on that raw skin? Poor, poor thing. Do you want me to stop?” Her pet heaved and nodded.

“Ask nicely.”

“Goddess, I’ve had enough. I can’t take anymore. Please stop! Please no more!”

Viola tilted his face up towards her. “No, bitch.”

She delivered six more on the wet, already welted skin above his nipples. After his initial stare of shock, he really lost it. Between his throwing his head around and trying to kick, Viola had to steady the chair with one hand as she gave him the last strokes. Maybe he really couldn’t take anymore. She knew she certainly couldn’t. 

Viola slid her pants off over her hips and straddled him in the narrow chair.  She started to rub her pantied pussy all around the slippery, tear stained flesh of his face, Her pet moaning as she reached down to drag her nails across the stinging welts in his thighs, his volume rising as she passed back and forth over his lips. Viola couldn’t hold out any longer, she had to feel herself on his tongue. “Open!  Tongue, now!”  She started thrusting, holding his head firm.

“This feels so good for me, pet. Your moaning really makes it better. Soon I’m going to come… then I’m going to fill your pretty mouth with my piss, and when I release you you’re going to rub my pee in all by yourself, and thank me for it.”

She pressed him deep into her, smothering him. “Beg me to come, little whore.”

The tears had started to roll again. He desperately wanted to ask her.  He wanted to breathe. She pulled back slightly so he could gasp and speak. “Please come and piss on my face, Goddess…

show me what I’m worth.”

Never more beautiful – story

Pain, it’s part of the pleasure.

“Remember when your cock used to be so pretty and hard? Back before I made you pierce it and put a ring through it?”

*thwack*

“I… yes, Goddess.”

“Well, it’s still pretty sensitive. Isn’t it?”

*thwack*

“Ah!… yes, Goddess.”

“You still don’t like it when I hit it. After all this time.”

“No, Goddess.” *thwack* “Mmmph!”

“That means it’s still fun to hurt it.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“It’s gotten saggy though. Shame. It was so nice and hard when we first met.”

“Y-yes Goddess.”

*thwack*

“Don’t play shy, you see it every time you look in the mirror.  Poor old prick.”

He winced. “Yes, Goddess.” 

“Aren’t you glad I still bother with it at all?”

“Yes… Goddess.”

*thwack*

“Thank me for beating your ugly old dick.”

“Thank you, Goddess.” *thwack* “Ahhhh!”

“Try again.”

He grimaced and squeezed it miserably out. “Thank you for beating my ugly old dick, Goddess.”

“That’s better, cunt. You’re welcome.” *thwack* “I’m going to beat it black and blue. Well, it will be black and blue. You can kneel and present it to me every day while the bruises develop. We’ll watch it turn colors together. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” *thwack* “You like offering yourself to me.”

He sniffled. “Fuck… Yes, Goddess.”

“Ask for more.”

“Oh… please Goddess…” he whimpered and cast about, looking for a way out that he had long ago locked behind him. 

She chuckled. “You’re going to ask. Why fight it, my little bitch?”

“I… please would you…” His desperate face was quickly becoming resigned. 

She grabbed his chin and bent to look him square in the face. Her soft tone combined with the ferocity in her eyes raised the hairs on his scalp. “Please would I what, my pathetic, groveling little man?”

“Please… beat my saggy old cock, Goddess.” 

She let go of his jaw. “Good boy.”

*thwack*

“Ow! Ohhh…”

“I’ll give you lots more. I know you’re already making a fucking puddle on that chair. You’ll be licking that up after this.”

*thwack*

“I like your moans. They still make me horny.”

*thwack*

“Oh, go ahead and look at me all pleading like. You want me to stop. But you also want to please me. That’s my favorite.  I like seeing the conflict on your face.” 

*thwack*

“You’re not as pretty as my other slave boys, but that look makes my pussy wet every time.”

*thwack* His eyebrows raised and met as his lips trembled.

“You still care about your cock, don’t you? It’s so important to your sense of manhood.  You created babies with it.”

*thwack* 

“Now it’s pretty pointless though. Who would want to look at that? Aren’t you glad it can still be some use?”

*thwack* He was crying now. 

“Oh, you’re crying.” She wiped the tears from his cheek and brought them to his lips. When he opened, she thrust her fingers deep to make him gag. More tears. “You know I like that. Good of you to make this worth my time.”

*thwack*

His sobs were turning into a hopeless keening sound. She put down the strap and approached the chair as she unzipped her leather pants. She gazed into his wet face as she rubbed her pussy over it, passing back and forth over his lips.  He tried to meet her gaze, but his eyelids kept clamping shut against the sting of his helpless tears.  He saw her satisfaction between his cringes, and he felt it as she turned and pressed her asshole onto his mouth. He licked and sucked desperately. 

“Such a good ass licker. Even after all that, you still want to please me.” Her hands were in his hair, grasping and tugging and pressing him deeper into her ass as she thrust. Soon she pulled back, turned again and pushed him to the ground, mounting his face.  She came hard and quickly, squirting all over his face, almost drowning him in her pleasure. 

“You wanted to be sexy for me. So you could offer it to me.” She regarded the wreck of him. There was no resistance left. He was utterly pliant. Everything was hers. “You’ve never been more beautiful than this.”

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.”

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

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.