The Director

To paraphrase Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart, “I can’t write my fantasy, but I know it when I read it.” LoL! I can’t claim to have authored every word of my fantasy for you, but every word is my fantasy.

Her casually dressed friends sat on plush sofas and chairs around the room’s perimeter, beverages in hand, taking in the sight at the rooms’ center. The Women enjoyed Viola’s screenings – their get-togethers where Viola’s stable of boys would wait on, and perform for them. Strong professionals, all of them, the Women reveled in the reversal of societies prescribed oppressive roles at the gatherings. It wouldn’t be uncommon for powerful men to have two beautiful young women perform for their amusement, and for powerful Women, there should be no double standard.

The women admired V. and were all students of hers. They marveled that, while being a very successful filmmaker and author, she still found the time to train more men to serve her. And she was always finding new ways to take more and more away from them. Remaining freedoms to take away. Remaining drops of power to drain from them. More money and property to have transferred into her name. She ensured that they had nothing. She liked keeping them that way. Not just because she liked owning things – and she certainly loved owning things – but because it kept them completely powerless. Once enthralled to her, there was nothing they could ever do, no chance of leaving her, no possible way out, no escape, no future. She liked knowing that.

And it served the larger purpose: controlling them more than anyone has ever been controlled. Physical and financial slavery wasn’t enough for her. Nor was sexual control. After all, any submissive man would do anything she told him to. No, she exerted the kind of extreme, absolute control that permeated every cell in their bodies, every second of their lives, every single solitary waking thought, every dream, for every single day of the rest of their lives. Their entire lives revolved around her, no, belonged to her. Words like worship, control, obedience, and slavery took on a whole new meaning…

So too did words like service, humiliation, and yes, even torture. She decided she would not only use “whatever means necessary” to bring them completely under her control, she would use every means, every method. Necessary or not! Because after all, she really enjoyed this. She enjoyed it immensely! Forcing them deeper… deeper under her spell. Seeing their bodies flinch. Seeing their faces fill with fear, not knowing what she was planning to do next, and trying to anticipate whatever whimsical desire she might be forming. And she was always forming new ideas. In the shower, driving in the car, daydreaming at work, even in her dreams, part of her mind was always thinking up new things to do to each of them. New ways to enforce her dominance and increase their submission to her. Like her ever-increasing control over them, her methods for ensuring their obedience were ever evolving as well. Some subtle and manipulative, others blunt and sadistic, but always creative and carefully contributing to their ultimate demise…

Tonight’s entertainment was billed as a live-action film – the ‘live action’ provided by the two “men”, robbi and the new boy, whose flesh rubbed against one another as they reverse straddled one another face to caged cock. Hands gripping tightly to buttocks, they licked voraciously around each other’s swollen cage and testicles. It wasn’t quite what either of them expected when they became Goddess Viola’s slaves, but what their Master felt it ought to be.

The “film” part came from the cameras recording every moment of the slaves evening. Her slaves were used to being filmed. Cameras in every room monitored them 24/7, ensuring their obedience and dedication to their chores.

Her third boy, Drum, known to all the women as V.’s pet and favorite fuck toy, knelt between her thighs as she lay on the large black recliner, licking and kissing her slowly, keeping her aroused. Her direction came as the crack of a riding crop on his ass.

*CRACK!* “I want to see more passion!” *CRACK!!* The women all laughed.

The women in attendance knew that all V.’s boys were kept on a short leash. She insisted they be locked in chastity 24/7, and prescribed strict diet and grooming regimens for them to maintain a smooth and kept appearance for the Ladies’ viewing pleasure. V. also insisted on having child filters set up on their digital devices to ensure they couldn’t look at any porn. She wanted her boys horny, hungry, and eager for anything She’d care to have them do to one another on nights like tonight.

Her other three ‘free range’ boys were also in attendance that night (She laughingly referred to her group of men ‘Her sinful six’). These three were local slaves-in-training who while also kept in 24/7 chastity, were free to live their normal lives. V. would only communicate with them to set up times they should be available for her and her friend’s amusement. They were expected to show up on time, strip to their collars and cages, and be prepared to serve at the whims of whoever V. was hosting; tending to their beverages, and leisure needs when not being made to perform.

Though she reveled in their denial and use as sex toys, V. would allow for her slave’s release on occasion. She and her friends found great amusement in having them sixty-nine. Having them fellate each other until one of them came, then locking them both back up, one still denied for another day. She enjoyed the balance of allowing the loser to whip the winner, however. Truth be told, she was too busy a woman now to properly discipline two house slaves, so she planned on having them whip one another in front of her regularly. If nothing else it would certainly save her arm from getting sore!

Much later in the evening, robbi, now ball-gagged and dressed in a tight rubber hobble skirt, carried a tray of drinks around to all the women. As if the hobble skirt wasn’t restrictive enough, her ankles were locked into shackles joined with a two-foot chain. V. warned robbi the chain had better not drag on her nice hardwood floors and mar them, forcing robbi to hobble with her ankles spread apart.

Much to the amusement of the women, more than a few times robbi had to be bent over the sofa and paddled when V. heard the distinct sound of chain hitting her floor. In fact she had delegated the task of monitoring robbi to one of her attendees, who very eagerly watched robbi like a hawk for any further mistakes… caressing the hard wooden paddle, just dying to use it on her!

Her latest conquest, known to them as just ‘the new boy’, knelt on the hardwood floor next to V., also gagged and with his wrists cuffed to his leather collar.

Gripping his hair, V. rested her other hand on his shoulder guiding him farther down on his knees. He moaned as he slid further onto the dildo suctioned cupped to the floor beneath him, and V. smiled with satisfaction.

“I’m so glad you surrendered yourself to me. You are going to experience a new kind of love from now on. One that we’ll both get much more from than you ever did with your boring old lifestyle. Welcome to your new existence as my chaste, obedient, worshipful and unquestioning slave.”

He groaned as she pushed him further down onto the fat dildo. Unsheathing a wicked, razor sharp knife from her belt, her held it up and turned to her friends.

“Now who what’s to watch the Director’s cut?” Her wicked glance at him left no doubt as to his fate… her eyes burned into him with lust and excitement!

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The guests had all left for the evening and V. had put robbi and her Drum to bed, then cleaned up his blood. She bound him for the night perched on the wooden horse in the corner of her bedroom.

“Drum”, she mused to herself, “is my heart, my love. He will forever be my adored fuck pet. robbi, my permanently chastised, sissified servant girl. This one… hmmmm. My pain pet. My crash-test puppet. ”

“Yes”, she smiled, having come to her decision. “That is what I will make from this one! Maybe I’ll eventually demote him to dog after a few years…”

In obvious pain, with his hands tightly cuffed behind his back, his legs straddling the hard, sharp edges of the beam, his penis bolted to the beam, his feet were pulled up behind him, and his body weight was impaling him onto the very large vibrator that violated his tender, tight ass.

His sensitive nipples were tightly and savagely clamped, and his breathing was heavy and labored as he tried to adjust to his situation, to find some way to bear the pain and pressure in his rectum, and make the cutting edges of the horse somehow less awful. It was perfect, from where she stood.

His mouth was gagged and taped. Although not apparent, she relished in the fact that she had stuffed two large turds in his mouth before taping it tightly shut, her special gift to him. Three pieces of duct tape made the perfect gag. One horizontal piece was applied across his lips, and then the second piece was applied at a slight angle from horizontal, and the third piece was applied at just the opposite angle. Although she could not see the tape, she knew that his mouth was securely fixed. The leather hood was laced and zipped in place from behind. The front flaps were open now over his eyes, nose and mouthhole, but soon would be zipped shut for the night.

The eye holes in the leather front piece revealed his widely open eyes. She could hear him struggle to breathe normally beneath the leather hood. He was swallowing the saliva, stimulated by the contents of his mouth as her precious gift to him slowly dissolved.

She felt the tingling between her legs, and the sense of satisfaction at bringing him right to the limits of his ability to cope. His limits had been stretched so far by now, and he was truly her total slave, a pain and humiliation slut, a permanently chaste cuckold.

She gently drew her fingers down to her delicate labia, and began to massage her swelling clitoris. She watched his eyes follow her fingers to her moist, swollen pussy. His penis begin to grow and swell inside its steel embrace, and she knew just how much it hurt as he became more and more aroused.

“I did this to him. I brought him to this abyss. He was mine for all time. I could do with him whatever I want.” She smiled as he writhed in agony. She put her wet fingers to the nasal openings in the hood. He drew in V.’s pungent scent desperately. It was the scent of pure sexual ecstasy. His penis throbbed, and the pain was surely unbearable. He was overwhelmed, and the torment and pleasure took over. V. could feel him quiver despite his rigid bonds.

“Goodnight, Baby,” she whispered softly. “Sleep tight.” she zipped up the front of the hood deftly, leaving him in total darkness, to concentrate on his pain and pleasure. “I will see you in the morning… I don’t need to work tomorrow, so we’ll have some more fun!” she said softly through the hood. Then she crawled into her bed to finish her satisfying her arousal one more time before falling into a contented sleep, dreaming of future nights when she would revel in two permanently chastized slave tongues working her over while she enjoyed her Drum’s ever hard and ready cock…

Thanks to the writings of Mias_Bitch, Betsy Anne West, and Throne!

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Obedient Love – Lesson 9

Lesson nine details the level of domestic service a good male servant should aspire to. Having run an eco-friendly professional cleaning service, Goddess Voltairine literally qualifies as an expert. She knows of what she speaks.

Below is my ‘final exam’ for the lesson – to apply her cleaning methods to a room and post the finished result. I spent two and a half days cleaning one room. Every knick-knack was cleared off the shelves, the shelves cleaned and the knick-knacks washed. The large drawers were organized into ‘first aid’ stuff… cold medicines, band-aids and the like, and one for beauty supplies, soaps, and things. The light fixtures and ceiling fan were taken down dusted and washed. The floor and molding all steam cleaned. The jets on the jacuzzi tub were cleaned with Q-tips. I admit this level of cleaning is even a bit higher than what I would normally do as ‘spring cleaning’ or ‘seasonal cleaning’. I enjoyed the task very much. That said, I would be terrified to hear Goddess Voltairine was ever coming for a visit! I would surely have to work myself to death.

It is hard to see clean in a picture. For instance, I used my new steam cleaner on the floor, baseboards and most every other surface. You really can’t see that in a picture. So I will resort to the white ‘glove’ test to demonstrate the level of attention to detail I employed. It is the same cotton ball throughout.

As final proof, I trust my cleaning enough to lick the toilet and floor. Aw, who am I kidding? I’d do that even if it were covered in Goddess’ pee. 😉

the Great Female Takeover

by The Toxic Feminine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes yes!” Danni gloated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then they went to turn on the battery.

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

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

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

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

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

Good thing no one asked him. TheToxicFeminine

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

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

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

First things first, though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a wonderful mindfuck!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Danni smiled.

Yup, he would be all Senator’s next.

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

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

A dream upon waking…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

What does it take???

I was inspired to jot this post down by two things. One was a recent post from Ms. Renee Lane on finding a dominant woman to serve, and a love languages test I took as part of Goddess Voltairine’s Female Led Relationships course. (I heartily recommend you check it out now. Go ahead, I’ll wait…)

So this is my helpful tutorial for guys on how to win over a dominant woman. That said, this is top secret man stuff so,

So. How did I end up married to a professional dominatrix? Us guys are a visual lot, so I’ll use lots of pictures. Feel absolutely free to steal any or all of my ideas here!

It all started with one black pearl.

No, not that Black Pearl, though she loved Johnny Depp when we first met, but a single Tahitian black pearl.

She had made it clear up front she did not date ‘subby boys’ and that none of her relationships lasted much more than two years, so I knew the deck was stacked against me. I figured out early on that her primary love language was receiving gifts, so I started my campaign to win her over.

She mentioned she loved pearls, so for each birthday or special holiday, I’d give her one single black pearl. Each pearl came with a small reminder that if she choose to keep me around long enough, someday she’d have enough to string a full necklace!

She found that amusing as hell and let me tell you right now gentlemen, amusing is good! Be fucking funny! But the joke wore off in a few years so I picked up my game, buying her pearls at every opportunity.

Did I mention she loved pearls and I that I said every opportunity?

‘Nuf said. My campaign continued with little things that I’d make small mental notes about when we were together. For instance she mentioned being cold one time as we sat and watched a movie…

And after taking her to see her Johnny in ‘Pirates of the Caribbean 800’ or whatever it was, we were making silly pirate, desert island, message in bottle jokes afterwards, so of course her next gift was a love letter in a bottle! (no the message is private. Come up with your own material buddy!)

And whenever her interests changed, Johnny Depp turned out to be a real scumbag, Pokemon Go! became her new passion, my gifts changed with them.

Or knowing that being that she was born in the UK and tea was her passion, tea sets and tea continually graced her shelves.

The gifts didn’t have to be expensive. The point was they where thoughtful and fed her love language.

Some gifts where just things she saw at some flea market and commented on. I’d discretely circle back without her and buy it for her…

And she loves her cats. LOT’S of cats. So showing love for her cats was a no-brainer…

And yes, over the course of 14 years I sometimes drew a blank and had to repeat myself…

It wasn’t all about gifts either. Acts of service floated her boat too, so I dug out a hill and helped her put in a waterfall in her garden, and I built her a deck for her patio furniture when she complained about the un-levelness of the yard..

Okay. Have you gotten the message I’m a fucking romantic and an over-achiever yet? Lol! Well yes. Sometimes when you don’t look like Brad Pitt or aren’t as rich as Warren Buffet, that’s what it takes my friend.

Attention. Effort. Time. Pure and simple.

Do not start by discussing what you want and what kinks you love. Definitely not your plans to become her live-in slave. Woo her. She may be dominant, but she is a woman first or foremost. Take time to listen. When she drops little hints, like some movie she wants to see or some kitchen gadget she wants, make a mental note and, if possible, get it for her! It doesn’t need to be expensive. It just needs to fulfill a want that she stated. Pamper her. Let her know you love and adore her and hang on her every word!

Before I retired, my work philosophy was always ‘make yourself indispensable.’ It worked pretty good for me… enough that I could retire comfortably before 60. Use the same tactic with the woman of your dreams. Become her go-to guy. The one she thinks of first whenever she wants something or wants something done. Each time you do whatever it is for her, you are racking up credit in her love bank.

So as far as my story, at the end of it all of my effort she gave me the best gift of all. The one that made it all worth it!

I’m coming. You won’t be.

If you don’t already know Ms. Renee Lane, author of Finding Love through Female Domination, she is a sadist. She truly revels in making men squirm and in torturing their minds. Case in point – for three days in a row she has posted writings about chastity; how every woman should make it a prerequisite for their future romantic partners, how male orgasms are merely a tool given by the Goddess to control men, how it turns her on to have the power to take them away at her whim. How she is going to discuss chastity with each of her ‘knights’ as she calls the men serving her in promoting her book and movie.

“Slowly I’m going to start tightening the screws on them. They will get to know the real me.”

Her sadistry is as effective as it is evil and brilliant. I dread opening Fetlife now for fear of seeing a red 1 on my message box. I envision her as the plague doctor inexorably coming to knock at my door. She has made it perfectly clear she is coming as she has deliciously drawn out our fear of her with post after post, all for her own cruel pleasure. Each new post adding to the steady drip, drip of the inevitable tide coming to drown us in our own submission to her pursuit of empowering women over men.

To be clear, I dislike being locked chastity. I do not wish to be put into chastity. I’ve written an entire treatise on why I don’t like chastity that was even quoted in Ms. Voltairine’s book 150 Years of Gynarchy …

and I know my protests will just make taking away my ability to have an orgasm all the more luscious for her.

“…you are on a slippery slope. Such behavior can sometimes be a gateway drug that may eventually lead you to become a initiate at the North American Queendom. It may already be too late for you.”

My hands are ice cold and I tremble in fear, because I know when her knock at my door comes, I won’t be able to deny her her sadistic pleasure. It is already far to late for me. I will buy a DreamLover remote controlled chastity device if she tells me it’s what she desires. I won’t give up my orgasms – she will take them. That is within her power. And what will become of the key… ?

Welcome Home

by MiaACTION

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

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

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

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

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