Note: This writing is a collaborative work orchestrated by Lady Nej and produced by the writers as outlined below. Each writer was given the last line written by the previous participant. The end result is a surrealist confection. Enjoy!
An Exquisite Corpse
The Haunted Femdom, pt 1
by: Tika, Rebs, Tyche, Axelle, Sillien, Kevin, Lauren and Eva
Edited by Nej
It was a dark and stormy night. In the dim light of the moon, which at times shone from behind a cloud, one could catch a glimpse of the remains of the once magnificent Dominion Castle - now lying in ruins. Only the distant hooting of the owls' and Chattel's grunting and snoring from the pit was heard with the wind. Everyone was asleep -- except a few sub's who had been forgotten in jail cells under the rubble and a pair of Dommes still discussing whether it was acceptable to have a washable floor in the courtyard. Nothing was unusual that night until suddenly ... a ghostly figure in black carrying a whip in one hand and a dildo in the other appeared before me. She called out in a raspy voice, "Where's my boy? Who took my boy?" Her eyes barreled down on me. And the whip cracked and the dildo began to gyrate and buzz ominously.
She loved that show - this Julia Child of torture! She grinned, her milky skin framed by piles of dark hair secured by the clenched toes of live bats. Suddenly, thunder and lightening pierced the quiet darkness outside the castle. The room blackened. With no cable she'd go nuts. "I know"! Wearing her signature purple leather, candle casting dancing shadows , she tiptoed up to the turret where the object of her passion lay. She forced the handle of a bloodied whip between the teeth of her shackled victim muffling his screams . He would not hope that someone might hear and rescue him.
The edges of his vision began to blur and darkness soon followed. He dipped in and out of consciousness for the next several hours, before clarity returned. He saw nothing, but heard his tormentors voice. "Everything has a price my dear", she crooned delicately. It was followed by the distinct sound of flesh meeting flesh and a soft whimper. There was a yelp as the tell tale sound of heels clicking the floor echoed in the room. But there was another sound he could not quite place, it seemed to be the muffle of struggle and the dragging of weight. His darkened vision became more black, and he realized how close she now stood, this time with another victim in tow.
He should have felt terrified. His heart should have been crushed in the grip of insurmountable fear. Instead he felt...aroused? What the fuck? Seriously?? There’s a dangerous woman within spitting distance and he’s rock hard? I mean, what the hell is wrong with him? Danger is walking right towards and all he can think of is how sexy she looks in a belly shirt with a knife in her hand? That’s it. I’m done. Oh look. She’s noticed him. She’s giggling as she approaches, a grin spreading across her face from ear to ear.
As she looks down at his naked body laying on the bed. He is blindfolded, gagged and cuffed in four point restraints, spread eagle. His cock strains inside the plastic chastity device. She reaches for the candle burning brightly on the night stand, and her words cut him like a knife, "I hope you enjoy pain, my boy". She lifts the candle inches above his cock, steadying her hand so the hot wax lands on his balls. She tilts the candle and slowly the wax pours over his caged cock and balls. He tries to scream but the sounds are muffled by the gag.
"Oh god, this is so wrong; what a witch." As if she could read his thoughts a creepy cackle escapes her dark red stained lips. "You are such a pretty thing," she whispers. The room goes dark and quiet, he hears her heels click loudly then fading away, the calm before all hell breaks loose. Why was this happening? He struggles the ropes cutting and burning into his wrist, its so utterly useless. "Fuck it, she can do whatever she wants to me."
Her dark, toffee-coated voice dripped into my ears gripped me. I felt myself fall under her, those round, sticky sweet words slithering into my veins and swallowing my will whole. She bid me to remove my clothes and lie down on an absurdly archaic-looking stone slab in the center of the room. I lifted the thin shirt over my head and felt a shiver -- a thousand tiny spiders scattering up my spine. She had positioned herself behind me. I hadn't seen her move; rather I felt the air around me shift, like a curtain parting. I closed my eyes tightly, realizing the futility of resisting such a woman . As she softly dabbed the tips of her fingers against the small of my back, I had the distinct and unwelcome impression that she was preparing for some kind of attack. But it was too late. All my armor had fallen away with my clothes. I tensed myself, and blindly felt behind me for the stone. The cruel, cold slate met my fingers and I closed my eyes and leaned back.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
The Biker Part 1 by Connor
He tilted his head back...downing yet another shot with his brothers...ridding his throat of the road dust ..back in their bar once again...as he sets the shot glass down his eye caught a figure walking through the door..he turned his head ...red hair ..tits out to there and legs up to her sweet ass....he growled a bit inside as he looked beyond her seeing an independent come through the door....the new biker looked at the bar seeing me and my brothers...his eyes flashed wide then he leaned into the woman and whispered something ...I chuckled ....the pussy, i bet he wanted to run....the woman dismissed him....a flash of disgust in her eyes...it made me shiver, damn I love when a woman does that...he is nothing to her. She was dressed in new leather..the smell was heady and hot...damn i wanted her...she strolled into our bar as if she'd just bought it...looked us up and down as she passed...i looked at my brothers but they hadn't noticed...i shook my head, idiots..i looked back and she was standing in front of me hands on hips...looking up at me with a stern disgusted look on her face...i looked back...a chill running through me....fuck me she is scary...i loved it...i tried to toughen up...."hey sexy...what ya need? i winked at her...and started to say more and she quickly stepped into me..her hand grabbing my balls through my jeans....she tightened her grip as i reach up to push her away..her steely glare unwavering...i lowered my hands and tried to man up...my brothers were watching now...they didn't see her grip on me...i heard a murmur.. i knew they thought I was going to have her in the back room shortly..i smiled to keep up the facade...she knew she had me..and wasn't worried if anyone knew it...i looked into her eyes...begging her with mine to spare me....she smiled wickedly...she knew what i am ...she knew it from the beginning, the bitch....her grip loosened and she nodded at the taps behind the bar... then went and sat down...as she went to a table she looked at the one she had come in with...then abruptly stopped...faced him and closed her fist...i saw it but he didn't....i chuckled...he looked at me ...never seeing it come ..she slammed him hard in the middle of his face.....he fell back on his ass...his nose a bloody mess...she screamed at him....fuck off bitch..I'm tired of you and your whining....he scrambled up and tried to look tough but failed miserably...she actually flexed at him and he turned and ran...we all laughed...she ignored us and sat down...i nodded at the bartender ...Shiner Bock...she passed me two and i went to the woman's table...i set one down in front of her and pulled a chair out to sit on...she reached out her foot and hooked the chair rung....pulling it back in, shaking her head 'no' slowly....she spoke quietly without looking up...I'll be ready shortly...you had best be ready as well....i nodded and quickly downed my beer...looked over at my brothers....guys I'm out...stay off....or else..I headed out the bar and jumped on my bike...i kicked it over and it rumbled to life..squeezing the tank with my thighs i wondered if she bites...i looked back through the window and she was sitting there drinking her beer....sipping slowly...painfully slowly.....
Stranger In A Strange Land by Doc
Stranger in a strange land
Rick woke up thinking of women and his situation. Two quotes came to mind. The one was Steve Jobs oft-quoted statement that “It's really hard to design products by focus groups. A lot of times, people don't know what they want until you show it to them." The second was “Economics is the study of mankind’s unlimited wants and the limited means to supply them.”
He felt trapped in a well. His ladies might have unlimited wants, but so many of them didn’t know what they were. His well was dark. He needed a light – or a woman who knew her wants. Tougher than it sounded. Like finding a beech tree in a pine forest.
Rick rolled over, placing his hand on Janet’s butt. She was pretending to be asleep – or perhaps just at that subliminal border between dream and wakefulness. In the dark they melded. She was not the one to discuss this issue with. Again – stuck in his well.
Rick thought of Sharon. Was she a glimmer of hope, or another false sunrise?
It always started well. Then, gradually, as one satisfied each of his lovers’ wants and needs they became passive. Satisfied. Comfortable. Ships without rudders floating aimlessly in quiet seas.
Rick wanted to be challenged. It would seem easy, but in a world focused on comfort, it was hard to find women who pushed him or pulled him, with their eyes focused on distant horizons, impatient to ‘get going’.
He decided to get up. He set the timer on his iPad. Five minutes and thirty seconds once his coffee pot started up. His life was going by in an inexorable stream of seconds. Tick tock. Tick tock.
He again thought of Sharon. Would she task him today, or would he check his email to find a void? He wasn't hopeful. Perhaps Danielle? Some woman out there must find his unique capabilities a match for her wants. Yes, like searching for a beech tree in a forest of pines.
He looked at his inbox (two minutes and 12 seconds until his coffee was made). Nothing but spam.
Curious how corporations with nothing to offer kept telling him to buy things. Curious how political factions kept pestering him to become angry about something – and to send them money. Where were the ladies? Organizations had needs but not women? Bizarre!
“Unlimited wants”? Ha! Maybe it was only him who had unlimited wants – mostly an enormous desire to explore the mad world. He looked down at his latest issue of Science magazine. It wasn't the answer, but it was close.
And Rick then thought of Ariel. Hope faded. She’d seemed so promising but a flash in the pan; one email and never a second one. Once he’d done one task, she’d fled.
Rick decided to go back to bed and dream some more. Next to sweet, boring Janet. But just then the alarm on his iPad sounded, breaking his reverie. His coffee was ready. Another day loomed like a dark specter before him.
Maybe Joanne? Probably not, he glumly thought as he tested the coffee to see if it was strong enough….
Rick woke up thinking of women and his situation. Two quotes came to mind. The one was Steve Jobs oft-quoted statement that “It's really hard to design products by focus groups. A lot of times, people don't know what they want until you show it to them." The second was “Economics is the study of mankind’s unlimited wants and the limited means to supply them.”
He felt trapped in a well. His ladies might have unlimited wants, but so many of them didn’t know what they were. His well was dark. He needed a light – or a woman who knew her wants. Tougher than it sounded. Like finding a beech tree in a pine forest.
Rick rolled over, placing his hand on Janet’s butt. She was pretending to be asleep – or perhaps just at that subliminal border between dream and wakefulness. In the dark they melded. She was not the one to discuss this issue with. Again – stuck in his well.
Rick thought of Sharon. Was she a glimmer of hope, or another false sunrise?
It always started well. Then, gradually, as one satisfied each of his lovers’ wants and needs they became passive. Satisfied. Comfortable. Ships without rudders floating aimlessly in quiet seas.
Rick wanted to be challenged. It would seem easy, but in a world focused on comfort, it was hard to find women who pushed him or pulled him, with their eyes focused on distant horizons, impatient to ‘get going’.
He decided to get up. He set the timer on his iPad. Five minutes and thirty seconds once his coffee pot started up. His life was going by in an inexorable stream of seconds. Tick tock. Tick tock.
He again thought of Sharon. Would she task him today, or would he check his email to find a void? He wasn't hopeful. Perhaps Danielle? Some woman out there must find his unique capabilities a match for her wants. Yes, like searching for a beech tree in a forest of pines.
He looked at his inbox (two minutes and 12 seconds until his coffee was made). Nothing but spam.
Curious how corporations with nothing to offer kept telling him to buy things. Curious how political factions kept pestering him to become angry about something – and to send them money. Where were the ladies? Organizations had needs but not women? Bizarre!
“Unlimited wants”? Ha! Maybe it was only him who had unlimited wants – mostly an enormous desire to explore the mad world. He looked down at his latest issue of Science magazine. It wasn't the answer, but it was close.
And Rick then thought of Ariel. Hope faded. She’d seemed so promising but a flash in the pan; one email and never a second one. Once he’d done one task, she’d fled.
Rick decided to go back to bed and dream some more. Next to sweet, boring Janet. But just then the alarm on his iPad sounded, breaking his reverie. His coffee was ready. Another day loomed like a dark specter before him.
Maybe Joanne? Probably not, he glumly thought as he tested the coffee to see if it was strong enough….
Confession by Russell
I had 7 hours to drive and think about the upcoming visit with my Mistress Dalia. Over the hours I allowed my memory to wander back the 3 months I have known this incredible lady. I wondered about what made Lady Dalia purchase me at the auction, what was it that allowed all this to happen. I considered all the things that had happened to earn this privilege, change of career closer to her. Those hours of talks on Skype learning each other. A change of career had moved me closer to her. Instead of 12 hours it was now close to seven hours to make this trip.
We had many discussions on what we would do and what type of expectations we had when we finally met. Driving through upstate New York, looking at the mountains and valleys as the odometer steadily clicked away I found myself becoming anxious, nervous, excited, and experiencing many other emotions and feelings that defy me to describe them. Across Canadian customs I went and knew I was hour away from the condo that I had only seen in a small view of the webcam and the lady who I ached to see in person.
I inhaled a few cigarettes -- more from nerves than to soothe the habit. Finally seeing the address of Mistresses’ residence I turned into the visitor parking lot and took a quick inventory of myself, making sure I was presentable. I then walked into the lobby and pushed the intercom button to announce myself.
I was buzzed through the security door and quickly found the up elevator.. I walked out of it and stopped actually trying to build up my nerve as I stepped around the corner and saw Mistress, framed in her doorway, with a wide smile on her face.
I don’t know if my heart raced or just stopped for that moment but it was a memory that is burned into my memory. I hope it never fades. Walking into her house -- as Mistress closed the door behind us -- we turned face to face looking at each other and then giving each other a hug that caused me to tremble. So many hours of imagining what this real hug would feel like was instantly trumped as I melted into Mistress’ arms. I hoped the hug would never end.
It has always been hard for me to express my feelings, and at times I forget to say how special my Mistress is to me. So, before I go any further with this story I want the world to know what my Mistress means to me and what I think of her.
My Mistress is longed for and cherished.
My Mistress is the very definition of peace and tranquility.
My Mistress is as powerful as a tempest when she sees the need to be.
My Mistress is passionate; passionate about her life, passionate about her work and passionate about her Dominance.
My Mistress is a teacher to me, a guide , as she directs her wishes.
My Mistress is all these and so much more and most of all, I love my Mistress.
And I never want to see her unhappy or hurting.
I have written several drafts of my visit to see my Mistress, but I would need hours to tell all of our experiences. I hope I can pick out a few that represent what the visit to my Mistress meant to me and what Mistress means to me.
Mistress let me know over our time that she is very much into hockey, often having the game playing as we spoke on Skype. I asked Mistress if she would care to attend a local hockey game on Friday night, the day I arrived, and was not surprised to have her say yes.
We sat two rows back from the boards near mid-ice and watched as the players slammed into each other -- and watched the occasional fight that broke out. I will confess a secret to this audience. I was watching my Mistress more than I was watching the game. I watched her facial reactions, her expressions, and her body reactions. I was taking in every detail of her presence.
We shared our first taste of a chicken burger ( a local delicacy of the Ice Arena ) and we had a beer to wash it down. I laughed as we picked out some bags from the vendor. Seeing Mistress smiling was infectious. Capping my first night in the city, Mistress drove us home and we talked into the night and watched a documentary that Mistress starred in. Finally the long day caught hold of this boy and I started dozing off.
I know that this may not sound like a wild and erotic visit so far but knowing that Mistress and I could have a wonderful evening without kink was important.
Our Saturday started with me heading off to the corner store to get some milk for our morning coffee. Our plans to go to Toronto and explore a bit were placed on a back burner as the morning slipped by us. Mistress decided that we would go out and see what the downtown had to offer. We at first sat down and had a beautiful brunch at a sidewalk eatery, enjoying the cool, sunny morning. This was a time during which both of us were able to have some good conversation and relax around each other. Learning even more about my Mistress and her work just caused me to swell up with pride and wonder and be in awe of how much she has achieved.
We walked along the sidewalk and Mistress steered us into a local fetish shop, This shop was not a sleazy place, but rather a very upscale and beautiful turn of the century building. It featured vaulted ceilings, large wood mold trimming and was just filled with every type of clothes and shoes a lady could want for a night out on the town -- or at the dungeon. I followed Mistress closely through the store as she examined clothes. Then Mistress made her way down to the basement where the more extreme type of play things were found.
Speaking only for myself, I felt like I was in a Disney theme park. This was a turning point for my visit, this was the first time I was able to see how seriously Mistress took this lifestyle. Her expert hands appraising whips, floggers….She directed me to bend over so that she could test the tools on flesh. We discussed many things as we wandered the shelves: CBT, electro-play, needle play, and on an on. I found myself lowering my eyes out of respect for Mistress as we talked. Mistress was a force of her own in this environment.
The next thing that happened left me numb. Mistress had been speaking with the owner of the store and as we were window shopping the owner was finishing a beautiful Collar made of stainless steel rings woven into a intricate and beautiful pattern.
I hope I am remembering this correctly because the world was spinning for this boy. My Beautiful Mistress took the collar and we went into a sitting room with a mirror. I knelt before the mirror as Mistress took the collar and draped it around my neck. Mistress then bent over and in my ear she asked if I would wear her collar. I closed my eyes and said “yes; your boy would love nothing more”.
I needed to make another decision: if the collar was to be joined by a padlock, or to be permanently fastened by using the rings of the collar. Looking at my Mistress I made the decision that I wanted the collar to be fastened permanently, I am doing a poor job of expressing exactly how special and irreplaceable Mistress is in my life now, how almost every decision I make in the day has her influence upon it.
The collar has been in place since that day. I wear it at work and to bed. It is hers and I am hers along with it. I hope and pray that our relationship is and will be as strong as the bonds that fasten this collar.
We had many discussions on what we would do and what type of expectations we had when we finally met. Driving through upstate New York, looking at the mountains and valleys as the odometer steadily clicked away I found myself becoming anxious, nervous, excited, and experiencing many other emotions and feelings that defy me to describe them. Across Canadian customs I went and knew I was hour away from the condo that I had only seen in a small view of the webcam and the lady who I ached to see in person.
I inhaled a few cigarettes -- more from nerves than to soothe the habit. Finally seeing the address of Mistresses’ residence I turned into the visitor parking lot and took a quick inventory of myself, making sure I was presentable. I then walked into the lobby and pushed the intercom button to announce myself.
I was buzzed through the security door and quickly found the up elevator.. I walked out of it and stopped actually trying to build up my nerve as I stepped around the corner and saw Mistress, framed in her doorway, with a wide smile on her face.
I don’t know if my heart raced or just stopped for that moment but it was a memory that is burned into my memory. I hope it never fades. Walking into her house -- as Mistress closed the door behind us -- we turned face to face looking at each other and then giving each other a hug that caused me to tremble. So many hours of imagining what this real hug would feel like was instantly trumped as I melted into Mistress’ arms. I hoped the hug would never end.
It has always been hard for me to express my feelings, and at times I forget to say how special my Mistress is to me. So, before I go any further with this story I want the world to know what my Mistress means to me and what I think of her.
My Mistress is longed for and cherished.
My Mistress is the very definition of peace and tranquility.
My Mistress is as powerful as a tempest when she sees the need to be.
My Mistress is passionate; passionate about her life, passionate about her work and passionate about her Dominance.
My Mistress is a teacher to me, a guide , as she directs her wishes.
My Mistress is all these and so much more and most of all, I love my Mistress.
And I never want to see her unhappy or hurting.
I have written several drafts of my visit to see my Mistress, but I would need hours to tell all of our experiences. I hope I can pick out a few that represent what the visit to my Mistress meant to me and what Mistress means to me.
Mistress let me know over our time that she is very much into hockey, often having the game playing as we spoke on Skype. I asked Mistress if she would care to attend a local hockey game on Friday night, the day I arrived, and was not surprised to have her say yes.
We sat two rows back from the boards near mid-ice and watched as the players slammed into each other -- and watched the occasional fight that broke out. I will confess a secret to this audience. I was watching my Mistress more than I was watching the game. I watched her facial reactions, her expressions, and her body reactions. I was taking in every detail of her presence.
We shared our first taste of a chicken burger ( a local delicacy of the Ice Arena ) and we had a beer to wash it down. I laughed as we picked out some bags from the vendor. Seeing Mistress smiling was infectious. Capping my first night in the city, Mistress drove us home and we talked into the night and watched a documentary that Mistress starred in. Finally the long day caught hold of this boy and I started dozing off.
I know that this may not sound like a wild and erotic visit so far but knowing that Mistress and I could have a wonderful evening without kink was important.
Our Saturday started with me heading off to the corner store to get some milk for our morning coffee. Our plans to go to Toronto and explore a bit were placed on a back burner as the morning slipped by us. Mistress decided that we would go out and see what the downtown had to offer. We at first sat down and had a beautiful brunch at a sidewalk eatery, enjoying the cool, sunny morning. This was a time during which both of us were able to have some good conversation and relax around each other. Learning even more about my Mistress and her work just caused me to swell up with pride and wonder and be in awe of how much she has achieved.
We walked along the sidewalk and Mistress steered us into a local fetish shop, This shop was not a sleazy place, but rather a very upscale and beautiful turn of the century building. It featured vaulted ceilings, large wood mold trimming and was just filled with every type of clothes and shoes a lady could want for a night out on the town -- or at the dungeon. I followed Mistress closely through the store as she examined clothes. Then Mistress made her way down to the basement where the more extreme type of play things were found.
Speaking only for myself, I felt like I was in a Disney theme park. This was a turning point for my visit, this was the first time I was able to see how seriously Mistress took this lifestyle. Her expert hands appraising whips, floggers….She directed me to bend over so that she could test the tools on flesh. We discussed many things as we wandered the shelves: CBT, electro-play, needle play, and on an on. I found myself lowering my eyes out of respect for Mistress as we talked. Mistress was a force of her own in this environment.
The next thing that happened left me numb. Mistress had been speaking with the owner of the store and as we were window shopping the owner was finishing a beautiful Collar made of stainless steel rings woven into a intricate and beautiful pattern.
I hope I am remembering this correctly because the world was spinning for this boy. My Beautiful Mistress took the collar and we went into a sitting room with a mirror. I knelt before the mirror as Mistress took the collar and draped it around my neck. Mistress then bent over and in my ear she asked if I would wear her collar. I closed my eyes and said “yes; your boy would love nothing more”.
I needed to make another decision: if the collar was to be joined by a padlock, or to be permanently fastened by using the rings of the collar. Looking at my Mistress I made the decision that I wanted the collar to be fastened permanently, I am doing a poor job of expressing exactly how special and irreplaceable Mistress is in my life now, how almost every decision I make in the day has her influence upon it.
The collar has been in place since that day. I wear it at work and to bed. It is hers and I am hers along with it. I hope and pray that our relationship is and will be as strong as the bonds that fasten this collar.
Pirate Femdom Part 2 by BBDuncan
Red Handed Jill watched her First Mate with complete satisfaction at the job she did preparing her unwilling victim for his demonstration. As the speedo was stripped from his body Jill snickered at the tiny dick she saw.
Green Eyed Sue commanded another Lady to get "The Bag"! A large brown valise was handed up from the pirates' boat and was passed to Sue, who chuckled as she opened the valise and presented the open duffel for her victim to see. The volunteer's eyes opened wide as he saw the contents: a wide array of toys that he might come to very intimate terms with.
Reaching into the bag Sue pulled out a huge butt plug and lube. "I think this is just perfect for our up tight volunteer." she snickered. "He needs to have his mind opened up. So I'll put this in a spot that is sure to influence his mind." She laughed heartily. Then she applied a small amount of lube to the plug and beckoned a lady from the pleasure craft over.
"What a lovely Lady you are! Come here." said Sue, "What's your name? Do you know this.... 'thing'?". The new Lady shuddered and stammered "I am Clarissa, and yyyes Miss... he is my husband.".
Sue asked "Tell me, does he treat you well Clarissa?"
"Usually Miss." a shaken Clarissa stated.
"Call me Sue, Clarissa. You will be one of us soon and then will come to understand the true power of being a woman." Sue glanced at the woman, knowing that she would soon find her true calling as a strong woman.
"Does your husband like anal sex Clarissa?" Sue asked "and do you?" (already reading the signs that this scum liked a lot of things that weak men do.)
"Yes Miss, he does -- but I don't." said the new woman. "I see, Clarissa. In time you will learn that he is really a weak man that prefers to be dominated but is afraid because of how he would be treated by his friends."
"You leave my wife out of this..."said Clarissa's husband. He screamed as the whip strikes him again.
Sue grabbed his balls and looked him in the eye. "You are really afraid, aren't you worm? No need to answer." she said as she noticed out of the corner of her eye that his cock had started to harden under the threat of being dominated by his wife.
"See Clarissa, he gets hard at the thought of being dommed by you." chuckled Sue -- along with the rest of the Pirates. "Now all you need to do is what we teach you. I promise you this: your life will change greatly for the better."
Clarissa took a deep breath and noticed all the signs of arousal in her husband. She felt free. She felt empowered to control her own life and she decided to teach her husband the way a man should really behave around his wife. Unbidden she reached for the butt plug and made sure there was just enough lube on it. She parted her husbands ass -- and pushed the plug into his tight anus. The man muffled a scream, as his cock instantly got hard.
Further emboldened, Clarissa grabbed a big cock-shaped dildo from the bag. She walked around in front of her husband. "You also are always demanding that I suck your pathetic cock too, don't you, dear?" she asked harshly, quickly mastering her toy.
"Yes dear, but please be kind to me. Remember all the good things I do for you." pleaded her husband cravenly. "Don't I provide a good home and role model to our kids?"
"Ha!" mocks Clarissa, "Yes, I suppose you do help with raising the kids...whenever you decide to come home. And yes your income HELPS make our lives comfortable...but I work as hard as you do. Then I am "expected" to do all the household work, too! To drive the kids around, and also all the 'fun things' you want to do in the bedroom. Oh, and then if something isn't right I get the blame for it."
"It's gonna change now dear. Do you understand?"
A whip cracked nearby; the worm cringed and he said merely "Yes, 'dear'."
Further emboldened Clarissa sneered. She then said "You will call me Mistress or Ma'am from now on! Is that clear, 'dear'?"
"Yes Ma'am." said her husband, opening his mouth and greedily sucking the 'cock' he was offered He licked it like he wanted his own to be treated.
"Now," says the new Mistress, "you will suck this cock just like you want me to suck your cock all the time." She looked down and was surprised to find her husband's cock harder than she had ever seen it. It was twitching furiously as pre-cum leaked from it more effusively than she could ever recall.
"Don't you dare cum!" she ordered. "You have always cum whenever YOU wanted. Well, no more, dear! Your climax is in my hands from now on! Is that clear?"
The newly sub husband gulped, released the 'cock' from his mouth, and said, "Yes Mistress!" He was struggling mightily to control his impending orgasm. He realized he was more turned on than he had ever been before. He went back to sucking the 'cock' his new Mistress had offered him.
"And now I am going to punish you for the neglect I got in bed last night! You came in, stripped, slid your tiny cock inside me and then came -- without any amount of concern as to whether I came or not! No! You merely said a quick 'That was good, dear; thank you' -- and then went to sleep."
Sue, I don't know how to handle a whip, but will you make sure his ass is striped and red for me please?"
Sue said, "I can, Clarissa, but perhaps you already know how to use this." Sue handed a paddle to the new Domme.
Clarissa grabbed the paddle gleefully and said, "Indeed I do Sue! Thank you!"
"Bob (referring to her new toy), you will count each spank calling out the number followed by Ma'am! Is that clear?" She removed the cock from his mouth as she spoke to him.
"Yes Ma'am." he said with trepidation.
End Part 2
Green Eyed Sue commanded another Lady to get "The Bag"! A large brown valise was handed up from the pirates' boat and was passed to Sue, who chuckled as she opened the valise and presented the open duffel for her victim to see. The volunteer's eyes opened wide as he saw the contents: a wide array of toys that he might come to very intimate terms with.
Reaching into the bag Sue pulled out a huge butt plug and lube. "I think this is just perfect for our up tight volunteer." she snickered. "He needs to have his mind opened up. So I'll put this in a spot that is sure to influence his mind." She laughed heartily. Then she applied a small amount of lube to the plug and beckoned a lady from the pleasure craft over.
"What a lovely Lady you are! Come here." said Sue, "What's your name? Do you know this.... 'thing'?". The new Lady shuddered and stammered "I am Clarissa, and yyyes Miss... he is my husband.".
Sue asked "Tell me, does he treat you well Clarissa?"
"Usually Miss." a shaken Clarissa stated.
"Call me Sue, Clarissa. You will be one of us soon and then will come to understand the true power of being a woman." Sue glanced at the woman, knowing that she would soon find her true calling as a strong woman.
"Does your husband like anal sex Clarissa?" Sue asked "and do you?" (already reading the signs that this scum liked a lot of things that weak men do.)
"Yes Miss, he does -- but I don't." said the new woman. "I see, Clarissa. In time you will learn that he is really a weak man that prefers to be dominated but is afraid because of how he would be treated by his friends."
"You leave my wife out of this..."said Clarissa's husband. He screamed as the whip strikes him again.
Sue grabbed his balls and looked him in the eye. "You are really afraid, aren't you worm? No need to answer." she said as she noticed out of the corner of her eye that his cock had started to harden under the threat of being dominated by his wife.
"See Clarissa, he gets hard at the thought of being dommed by you." chuckled Sue -- along with the rest of the Pirates. "Now all you need to do is what we teach you. I promise you this: your life will change greatly for the better."
Clarissa took a deep breath and noticed all the signs of arousal in her husband. She felt free. She felt empowered to control her own life and she decided to teach her husband the way a man should really behave around his wife. Unbidden she reached for the butt plug and made sure there was just enough lube on it. She parted her husbands ass -- and pushed the plug into his tight anus. The man muffled a scream, as his cock instantly got hard.
Further emboldened, Clarissa grabbed a big cock-shaped dildo from the bag. She walked around in front of her husband. "You also are always demanding that I suck your pathetic cock too, don't you, dear?" she asked harshly, quickly mastering her toy.
"Yes dear, but please be kind to me. Remember all the good things I do for you." pleaded her husband cravenly. "Don't I provide a good home and role model to our kids?"
"Ha!" mocks Clarissa, "Yes, I suppose you do help with raising the kids...whenever you decide to come home. And yes your income HELPS make our lives comfortable...but I work as hard as you do. Then I am "expected" to do all the household work, too! To drive the kids around, and also all the 'fun things' you want to do in the bedroom. Oh, and then if something isn't right I get the blame for it."
"It's gonna change now dear. Do you understand?"
A whip cracked nearby; the worm cringed and he said merely "Yes, 'dear'."
Further emboldened Clarissa sneered. She then said "You will call me Mistress or Ma'am from now on! Is that clear, 'dear'?"
"Yes Ma'am." said her husband, opening his mouth and greedily sucking the 'cock' he was offered He licked it like he wanted his own to be treated.
"Now," says the new Mistress, "you will suck this cock just like you want me to suck your cock all the time." She looked down and was surprised to find her husband's cock harder than she had ever seen it. It was twitching furiously as pre-cum leaked from it more effusively than she could ever recall.
"Don't you dare cum!" she ordered. "You have always cum whenever YOU wanted. Well, no more, dear! Your climax is in my hands from now on! Is that clear?"
The newly sub husband gulped, released the 'cock' from his mouth, and said, "Yes Mistress!" He was struggling mightily to control his impending orgasm. He realized he was more turned on than he had ever been before. He went back to sucking the 'cock' his new Mistress had offered him.
"And now I am going to punish you for the neglect I got in bed last night! You came in, stripped, slid your tiny cock inside me and then came -- without any amount of concern as to whether I came or not! No! You merely said a quick 'That was good, dear; thank you' -- and then went to sleep."
Sue, I don't know how to handle a whip, but will you make sure his ass is striped and red for me please?"
Sue said, "I can, Clarissa, but perhaps you already know how to use this." Sue handed a paddle to the new Domme.
Clarissa grabbed the paddle gleefully and said, "Indeed I do Sue! Thank you!"
"Bob (referring to her new toy), you will count each spank calling out the number followed by Ma'am! Is that clear?" She removed the cock from his mouth as she spoke to him.
"Yes Ma'am." he said with trepidation.
End Part 2
Femdom Poetry by Anonymous
My soul is tethered
And through that I am released
Submit to freedom
Dropping to her feet
I stand taller on my knees
Than when I use my feet
Silent Devotion
To tend to every need
Is my true per pose
My obedience
Never from fear or from pain
Just for her smile
The snap of whips
the blood that drips
soft fingertips
that's what she means to me
Tightening ropes
deviant hopes
sudden gropes
That's what she means to me
Pain and fear
A waiting ear
Warmth so near
That's what she means to me
Sexual frustration
Yearning temptation
loving adoration
that's what she means to me
Stern correction
strong protection
guidance and direction
That's what she means to me
All of the control
My heart and soul
'til death takes it's toll
That's what she means to me.
And through that I am released
Submit to freedom
Dropping to her feet
I stand taller on my knees
Than when I use my feet
Silent Devotion
To tend to every need
Is my true per pose
My obedience
Never from fear or from pain
Just for her smile
The snap of whips
the blood that drips
soft fingertips
that's what she means to me
Tightening ropes
deviant hopes
sudden gropes
That's what she means to me
Pain and fear
A waiting ear
Warmth so near
That's what she means to me
Sexual frustration
Yearning temptation
loving adoration
that's what she means to me
Stern correction
strong protection
guidance and direction
That's what she means to me
All of the control
My heart and soul
'til death takes it's toll
That's what she means to me.
Fantasy by Lady Cherry
With a bored-face expression she moved the book to the side. The narrowly printed pages had caused her eyes to get tired. After less than a minute the door bell rang. Glancing at her watch she got up and walked to the entrance door of her apartment. When she opened the door she saw the man she had expected. He was dressed with a neat shirt and a tie. Before she let him enter, she took a close look at his jacket and his perfectly polished, spotless shoes.
As he nervously walked past her she was certain that he could smell her perfume. A hint of vanilla, slightly sweetish yet discreet.
Without much noise the door was closed. She locked it, dropped the key into her pocket and turned away from the door.
"Well, my dear...“, she said, thus ending the uneasy silence which had developed, “...nice to see you again.”
"Good afternoon, most beautiful Mistress of all“, he replied with a firm voice, facing her.
Apparently she was pleased with his way of greeting her. She walked towards him, grabbed his tie with a firm grip and walked him into the bathroom, only a few steps away. The last few sunbeams of the day were shining through the curtain which had been closed in order to prevent anyone from peeking in.
Matching her meticulous personality the entire bathroom had been tiled in white. Over the sink there was a simple mirror; underneath a wooden shelf had been affixed.
To his left there was the toilet, also white ceramic. Two white fluffy carpets lay on the floor, inviting bare feet to sink themselves into them.
The bath tub was located underneath the window. On its edge a small plant had been placed. A small basket of stainless steel hung next to the taps. Inside the basket he saw a sponge, a piece of soap and a brush. Towels were only to be found on a hook at the side of the toilet box.
He gulped when she pushed him further into the room and demanded: "Get undressed, sweetie, but very slowly“. As she had ordered, he unhurriedly got out of his clothes, one after the other, layer after layer, and pushed them aside with his foot. During this process he felt her glance on his back. No patch on his body escaped her eyes. Smirking, she walked by him, incidentally touching his arm.
He held his breath as she sat on the edge of the bath tub and opened the tap. She just sat there and turned to him. Her usually hard and strict face expression appeared to have somewhat relaxed and was difficult to analyze. The water steadily plashed into the tub and continued to fill it until she closed the tap without saying a word.
By this point he had become extremely aroused. His cock was hard like a rock and he blushed strongly when she just looked at it very briefly and got up.
"Yes, Madam?“ he said, almost automatically; he looked at her with a puzzled facial expression.
"Get in!“ she said without warning, pointing at the tub with her slim hands.
When he didn’t move but kept staring at her, she walked towards him and spat him into his face. "Well, now you have a good reason to get washed“.
At this point her arrogance was very obvious. Unsurprised by her relentlessness he obeyed by stepping towards the tub and entering it.
She turned her back on him. With sparkling eyes she silently counted to three and burst out laughing when she heard him jump up and swear. "The water is icy cold, you beast!“ he moaned and furiously looked at her back.
"But of course“ she said mischievously and sat on the toilet cover. "And now do what i have told you! Wash yourself! And if you dare do complain again, you will really get to know me!“
He knew about her pleasure: watching him overcome his inner resistance and making him go through painful experiences which made him suffer -- for her. Therefore he hurriedly sat down in the icy bath.
Every single hair on his body stuck out and his cock began to twitch, partly from the cold, partly from pleasure. His balls shrunk and hung close to his body. Suddenly the cold water pinched into his skin like needles. Breathing became difficult. She heard how all his breaths rattled audibly and she moved her long black hair out of her face. After he had sat there motionlessly for a sufficiently long time, she got up again and sat at the edge of the bath tub. She would not let him get away without the instructed washing and since he made no efforts in this direction, she decided to do it for him. Her hands scooped water and slowly pured it over his head. His face grimaced strongly and he heard her laughter close to him. Then she dipped the sponge deeply into the water and washed his face which she had spat at earlier. He began to shiver strongly. She laughed again. Her laughter accompanied him through the pain and drew his attention away from his fear. Cold water on his head and face, totally at the mercy of this woman. These could even scare a mature banker like him.
Now she turned to his lap. First she rubbed his cock with the sponge, then she grabbed it with her hands and massaged it. Because of the cold water it rapidly turned from erect to saggy and back. But she did not stop for some time and to him it seemed to last for hours. Suddenly her eyes winked and she let warm water enter he tub. Once the overall temperature had become pleasant, she turned to his cock again. She milked him faster and faster, took a firm grip as if she owned all of it; she simply took possession.
Soon, a deep moaning filled the room and he closed his eyes. Her hands cupped his pulsating cock and almost made him reach his climax, but whenever he was about to cum, she slowed down, patted his balls and pinched his hardened nipples. She knew exactly which buttons she had to push in order to control his body.
His pelvis twitched up and down, and he became so desperate that he attempted to fuck eagerly into her hands (which she continued to withdraw from him). At one point she let him continue for her own amusement. She watched him move his prick rapidly into her hand, back and forth. Her fingers grasped his weenie possessively and very tightly.
Just before he was able to cum, she let go, jumped to her feet and then hit him hard in his face. Not quite knowing what had happened , he opened his eyes widely. He only came to his senses when she grabbed his shoulders, pulled him out of the tub and threw him on to one of her carpets.
He looked up into her face which clearly showed her lust. He was absolutely certain that now she would take what belonged to her. She stood above him with her legs spread. She grabbed a nearby length of rope. Skilfully and quickly she tied his wrists to the pipes of the sink. She wanted to make absolutely sure that he had no chance of escaping, and even more importantly he should feel that she owned him.
Next she unbuttoned her white blouse and opened her bra. Her soft and sturdy breasts slipped out heavily. He was able to catch a glimpse of her nipples; they were hard and erect.
After she stripped off her leather pants from her voluptuous buttocks and casually dropped them on the floor, her aroused cunt, the cunt of his dreams, shimmered before him. Actually, it was not her bosom or her pussy which drove him crazy, but the implicitness of how she stripped and acted out her fantasies. Very slowly, as if in slow motion, she hunkered down and made his wildly twitching cock slip into her. Inch by inch he was made to feel her. She moaned long and hard when his glans parted her labia; she began to ride him.
Every time that his hard cock disappeared inside her, her breasts shook with the same rhythm, and it was very obvious how much she was enjoying every movement. Finally, she held herself up behind her back and and violently pushed herself up and down. He belonged to her only, and she only looked after her own satisfaction.
He felt hot and cold at the same time. All he could do was to breathe hard, look up to her and moan deep-throatedly.
She gasped for air. Her entire body was trembling. She reared up, spread her legs widely and circled her clit with her thumb until she came -- over him -- with a shameless loud groan. Her cunt sucked up his cock (which was pulsating uncontrollably) and he panted like an animal, eager for release. Her look, directly into his eyes, signaled to him that he was now allowed to cum as well. He out-poured into her, with an uncontrolled loud groan.
When he opened his eyes after climaxing, she was already standing next to his head. He only saw the high heels of her pumps. As quickly as she had tied him up, she untied him and instructed him: "Get up and get dressed, you piece of dirt. You will slip into your suit as you are“.
She enjoyed watching him pull on his trousers as he was, sweating all over, his hair wet. He got dressed without saying a word and looked at her several times, amorously. After he had closed the final button of his shirt she gave him his jacket. She urged him out of the apartment allowing him one last look at her naked body.
Then she locked her main entrance door and walked back to her armchair, smiling.
He belonged to her and that was a good thing.
As he nervously walked past her she was certain that he could smell her perfume. A hint of vanilla, slightly sweetish yet discreet.
Without much noise the door was closed. She locked it, dropped the key into her pocket and turned away from the door.
"Well, my dear...“, she said, thus ending the uneasy silence which had developed, “...nice to see you again.”
"Good afternoon, most beautiful Mistress of all“, he replied with a firm voice, facing her.
Apparently she was pleased with his way of greeting her. She walked towards him, grabbed his tie with a firm grip and walked him into the bathroom, only a few steps away. The last few sunbeams of the day were shining through the curtain which had been closed in order to prevent anyone from peeking in.
Matching her meticulous personality the entire bathroom had been tiled in white. Over the sink there was a simple mirror; underneath a wooden shelf had been affixed.
To his left there was the toilet, also white ceramic. Two white fluffy carpets lay on the floor, inviting bare feet to sink themselves into them.
The bath tub was located underneath the window. On its edge a small plant had been placed. A small basket of stainless steel hung next to the taps. Inside the basket he saw a sponge, a piece of soap and a brush. Towels were only to be found on a hook at the side of the toilet box.
He gulped when she pushed him further into the room and demanded: "Get undressed, sweetie, but very slowly“. As she had ordered, he unhurriedly got out of his clothes, one after the other, layer after layer, and pushed them aside with his foot. During this process he felt her glance on his back. No patch on his body escaped her eyes. Smirking, she walked by him, incidentally touching his arm.
He held his breath as she sat on the edge of the bath tub and opened the tap. She just sat there and turned to him. Her usually hard and strict face expression appeared to have somewhat relaxed and was difficult to analyze. The water steadily plashed into the tub and continued to fill it until she closed the tap without saying a word.
By this point he had become extremely aroused. His cock was hard like a rock and he blushed strongly when she just looked at it very briefly and got up.
"Yes, Madam?“ he said, almost automatically; he looked at her with a puzzled facial expression.
"Get in!“ she said without warning, pointing at the tub with her slim hands.
When he didn’t move but kept staring at her, she walked towards him and spat him into his face. "Well, now you have a good reason to get washed“.
At this point her arrogance was very obvious. Unsurprised by her relentlessness he obeyed by stepping towards the tub and entering it.
She turned her back on him. With sparkling eyes she silently counted to three and burst out laughing when she heard him jump up and swear. "The water is icy cold, you beast!“ he moaned and furiously looked at her back.
"But of course“ she said mischievously and sat on the toilet cover. "And now do what i have told you! Wash yourself! And if you dare do complain again, you will really get to know me!“
He knew about her pleasure: watching him overcome his inner resistance and making him go through painful experiences which made him suffer -- for her. Therefore he hurriedly sat down in the icy bath.
Every single hair on his body stuck out and his cock began to twitch, partly from the cold, partly from pleasure. His balls shrunk and hung close to his body. Suddenly the cold water pinched into his skin like needles. Breathing became difficult. She heard how all his breaths rattled audibly and she moved her long black hair out of her face. After he had sat there motionlessly for a sufficiently long time, she got up again and sat at the edge of the bath tub. She would not let him get away without the instructed washing and since he made no efforts in this direction, she decided to do it for him. Her hands scooped water and slowly pured it over his head. His face grimaced strongly and he heard her laughter close to him. Then she dipped the sponge deeply into the water and washed his face which she had spat at earlier. He began to shiver strongly. She laughed again. Her laughter accompanied him through the pain and drew his attention away from his fear. Cold water on his head and face, totally at the mercy of this woman. These could even scare a mature banker like him.
Now she turned to his lap. First she rubbed his cock with the sponge, then she grabbed it with her hands and massaged it. Because of the cold water it rapidly turned from erect to saggy and back. But she did not stop for some time and to him it seemed to last for hours. Suddenly her eyes winked and she let warm water enter he tub. Once the overall temperature had become pleasant, she turned to his cock again. She milked him faster and faster, took a firm grip as if she owned all of it; she simply took possession.
Soon, a deep moaning filled the room and he closed his eyes. Her hands cupped his pulsating cock and almost made him reach his climax, but whenever he was about to cum, she slowed down, patted his balls and pinched his hardened nipples. She knew exactly which buttons she had to push in order to control his body.
His pelvis twitched up and down, and he became so desperate that he attempted to fuck eagerly into her hands (which she continued to withdraw from him). At one point she let him continue for her own amusement. She watched him move his prick rapidly into her hand, back and forth. Her fingers grasped his weenie possessively and very tightly.
Just before he was able to cum, she let go, jumped to her feet and then hit him hard in his face. Not quite knowing what had happened , he opened his eyes widely. He only came to his senses when she grabbed his shoulders, pulled him out of the tub and threw him on to one of her carpets.
He looked up into her face which clearly showed her lust. He was absolutely certain that now she would take what belonged to her. She stood above him with her legs spread. She grabbed a nearby length of rope. Skilfully and quickly she tied his wrists to the pipes of the sink. She wanted to make absolutely sure that he had no chance of escaping, and even more importantly he should feel that she owned him.
Next she unbuttoned her white blouse and opened her bra. Her soft and sturdy breasts slipped out heavily. He was able to catch a glimpse of her nipples; they were hard and erect.
After she stripped off her leather pants from her voluptuous buttocks and casually dropped them on the floor, her aroused cunt, the cunt of his dreams, shimmered before him. Actually, it was not her bosom or her pussy which drove him crazy, but the implicitness of how she stripped and acted out her fantasies. Very slowly, as if in slow motion, she hunkered down and made his wildly twitching cock slip into her. Inch by inch he was made to feel her. She moaned long and hard when his glans parted her labia; she began to ride him.
Every time that his hard cock disappeared inside her, her breasts shook with the same rhythm, and it was very obvious how much she was enjoying every movement. Finally, she held herself up behind her back and and violently pushed herself up and down. He belonged to her only, and she only looked after her own satisfaction.
He felt hot and cold at the same time. All he could do was to breathe hard, look up to her and moan deep-throatedly.
She gasped for air. Her entire body was trembling. She reared up, spread her legs widely and circled her clit with her thumb until she came -- over him -- with a shameless loud groan. Her cunt sucked up his cock (which was pulsating uncontrollably) and he panted like an animal, eager for release. Her look, directly into his eyes, signaled to him that he was now allowed to cum as well. He out-poured into her, with an uncontrolled loud groan.
When he opened his eyes after climaxing, she was already standing next to his head. He only saw the high heels of her pumps. As quickly as she had tied him up, she untied him and instructed him: "Get up and get dressed, you piece of dirt. You will slip into your suit as you are“.
She enjoyed watching him pull on his trousers as he was, sweating all over, his hair wet. He got dressed without saying a word and looked at her several times, amorously. After he had closed the final button of his shirt she gave him his jacket. She urged him out of the apartment allowing him one last look at her naked body.
Then she locked her main entrance door and walked back to her armchair, smiling.
He belonged to her and that was a good thing.
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