7175c6 No.865 [Last50 Posts]
Femdom erotica thread. Let's keep the other thread most real. This one is the place for more extreme fantasies. Bonus points for female supremacy angle and intense abuse.
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7175c6 No.866
It was Friday, the bulky middle-aged man sat in late model
Lincoln SUV in an empty parking lot on the far end of a suburban
park. He trained a set of binoculars across the field at 22 middle
school girls kicking a soccer ball back and forth.
His name was William Granger. He was 41 years old and he had
been out of jail for about two months. He’d done a stint for child
abuse, but it was only two years. No big deal. If the stupid judge
actually knew some of the things he had done, he would have kept
him there for much longer. The truth was, he’d killed before and
more than once. He’d killed young people, people who didn’t
deserve to die. He would like to say he cared, but he didn’t. He
had an aching need to physically dominate women, especially the
young ones. Now he looked across the field at the girls kicking the
soccer ball. He focused on the girl guarding the net closest to him.
Her blond ponytail bobbed as ran after a lose ball. He watched her
movements carefully. The way she bounced up and down on her
soccer cleats. She looked like she’d give him a courageous
struggle before he had his fun.
William was so fixated on the action at hand that he didn't notice
the young woman approach his car from behind. The woman
didn't look like a threat. She was barely five feet tall. She had
squat features, but would not at all be considered unattractive. She
was well built, though a tad stubby. Her little nostrils were flared,
but she had pretty eyes, delicate features and a well rounded little
body. She was 29 years old, but could easily have passed for 25.
Men not overly fixated on thin women would have described her
as a shapely little thing. She was the type of woman who could sit
Indian-style and fit her round body very comfortably on a small
chair.
She rapped on the passenger window with her little fist and startled
the man, causing him to drop his binoculars. Now he was
concerned. What was this nosy little cunt up to? His gun was in
the glove compartment. He thought about reaching for it, but
decided he didn’t need it.
Rolling down the window, he analyzed her face. He could have
sworn he'd seen her before. And he had – she’d been trailing him
for days. Her cute smile reassured him that there was no major
cause for alarm.
Before he knew what happened, the woman reached through the
open window with some kind of device and pressed it against his
neck. His entire body suddenly went rigid. His head snapped back
against the headrest. His feet kicked convulsively and smacked
against the dash. His penis, which had been hard as he watched
the blonde ponytail from afar, went immediately flaccid. Urine
flooded into his underpants.
A van moved rapidly across the parking lot and came to a smooth
halt next to the Lincoln. A woman jumped out of the passenger
seat. Her jet-black hair framed a model's face. She had full red
lips, and deep brown eyes. She was maybe 5'7" and had a body
that caused both men and women to stare. It was the prototype of
modern womanhood – sharp curves with softness only where it
belonged. She wore a white button-down shirt that was tucked into
black leather pants. The pants framed her ass in back and a
glorious camel toe in front. Her legs tapered perfectly down until
they reached sturdy knee-high leather boots.
She raced over to assist her pint-sized lover. The scumbag was
slumped in the seat of his car. He was heavy. This would take
some doing, but they had to act fast. Although their purpose was,
without a doubt, good for society, it was very much against the
law. Time was of the essence.
The two of them struggled to lift the male pig out of his seat and
into the open sliding side door. There, a gorgeous Japanese
woman a few years younger than the other two females, waited.
She felt a chill of pleasure run down her spine and settle deep
within her soul. The capture of these unruly American men who
could not control their sexual impulses always thrilled her like
nothing else. She watched her associates gather the defeated male,
staying alert in case she had to step in and help them kick some
ass. She hoped he would resist a bit so she had an excuse to use
violence on him.
Sure enough, the two women outside the van began to struggle.
They guy was 240 pounds of deadweight. The tazer used by
Crystal had 10 volts of electricity. After all, they couldn't afford to
take any chances with scum such as this. Now as she watched,
Crystal and Deborah could hardly move the man. With great
effort, they were able to pull him from his SUV, which emitted an
irritating beeping noise. It was a reminder that the clock was
ticking and they needed to act fast. They had to pull him across
five feet of old pavement into the van.
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7175c6 No.867
>>866Deborah heard a buzzing from the handheld phone attached to her
waist. It was Detective Steven Fuller’s urgent voice. “Miss
Deborah, someone on the soccer field must have seen something
funny and called 9-1-1. You have four minutes at most.”
Suddenly, the male perpetrator seemed to regain his strength. He
felt himself being dragged by these two bitches. Who the fuck did
they think they were? He stood up and flexed his bulky arms. It
was time to show these crazy cunts who was boss. He prepared to
do what he had done many times in his life: exert his male strength
on the weaker gender.
The two women felt the man’s surge. They both knew it was time
to respond. Crystal reached up and held his arm for dear life.
Because of her diminutive size, she needed both hands to hold him.
She was an accomplished martial artist with a brown belt in karate,
but she was not nearly as accomplished as Deborah or Kimiko.
She had complete confidence that her female associates would be
able to handle the male's resistance - they always did – and it
would be fun to watch. For Deborah, the statuesque brunette, it
always gave her a little thrill when they struggled. At 29, like
Crystal, she was at the peak of her physical, sexual, and emotional
powers. Like Kimiko, she was a black belt in several martial arts
disciplines and she was also very strong, though you'd never know
it. Though her body was toned, it was not the least bit musclebound.
With one hand she reached across her chest, sliding her
arm conveniently beneath her pert breasts. She gripped the man's
wrist and pressed her thumb just below his palm. The man felt
pain shoot up his hand and it went limp. Then, Deborah reached
behind his thick neck with her free hand and applied pressure on a
hidden nerve at the base of his skull. It was a well-practiced move
and she wasted no motion whatsoever.
The man felt almost as though he'd been shocked again. This time
he felt a searing pain in his shoulders and his body once again went
rigid. The only thing that seemed to work was his nose, which
could smell the light sent of perfume.
All three women were incredibly well rehearsed at this. They felt
the man's resistance ebb and they knew the time had come to put
this one away for good. With that, Deborah pulled him toward her.
In doing so, it required the man to put more weight on the leg that
was closest to her. As he shifted, Crystal hooked her little leg
inside the man's other leg. She swept her leg against his instep,
causing it to slide further apart. Crystal moved gracefully aside so
his legs had a chance to spread further apart. They now had him
off balance and exposed.
From her vantage point in the van, Kimiko knew exactly what was
required of her. In fact, she had already put her lithe body into
motion. With her slender fingers, she gripped the roof of the van
and hooked her thumbs on the ceiling. Then she stepped forward
to the edge of the van, placing her Italian leather boot on the
footrest. She pivoted her hips and pulled her left leg back behind
her tight body. Then, with incredible speed and accuracy she
brought her back leg forward and upward. It came shooting out of
the van and crashed into the man's open groin with a thud.
Both Deborah and Crystal's lips turned upward in a smile as they
recognized the familiar sound of boot connecting with ball sack.
Both felt a bit disappointed that they hadn't had time to disrobe the
male before the busting took place. There would be time for that
later. From the sound, they knew that Kimiko's kick had found its
mark. It usually did. The truth was that all three of them were
experts at this aspect of male discipline, but Kimiko had a certain
flair that made her kicks special. Perhaps it was her incredibly
slender hips. Perhaps it was the beautiful little feminine grunt she
made at the point of impact that sounded like “-ya!” Whatever
the reason, it was one of the better kicks either of them had seen.
And both had seen male gonads punished on thousands of
occasions both in video and in real life.
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7175c6 No.870
>>867The man slumped forward. His head fell forward as well. He saw
the asphalt and a piece of gum stuck to the asphalt that had been
tossed there carelessly (ironically, as it turned out, by the goalie of
the girl's soccer team he'd been watching). It would be his last
vision as a free man.
Kimiko wasn't quite finished. As the man felt his entire world
crashing down upon him, there was one more coup de grace to
deliver before imprisoning him for good. Still gripping the top of
the van, she drove her knee up viciously toward the man’s
slumping head. The intent was clear - to knock him out. His will
was already shattered, but it was now time to shatter his nose. Her
bare knee crashed into the man's nose. She felt the wonderful
sensation of the man's bone and cartilage yielding to her hard little
knee. Had she delivered the blow a second earlier when he was
more upright, she would have driven his nose into his stupid brain.
But alas, they wanted him alive. So she waited and just broke his
nose cleanly.
Now that his lights had been effectively turned out, the man
slumped forward into the van. The women gathered his tattered
remains and left the area without incident.
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"Aw Kimmie, why'd you have to break his nose? He's bleeding
like a stuck pig back here," said Crystal.
Kimiko drove the van, while the other two ladies tended to the
mess in the back seat.
"It's more humiliating that way," said Kimiko breezily, as she
entered the freeway ramp and headed west out of the suburbs and
toward the countryside.
"She's right," said Deborah, as she wrapped a towel around the
man's destroyed face and applied pressure. They had been driving
for fifteen minutes and the man had been moaning softly. "That's
ok, pig, just relax and do as we say," said Deborah.
The man was on his back, but Deborah had his head turned
sideways so he wouldn't swallow his own blood. She held his head
firmly but there was no longer a need to be cautious. Once they
got him in the car, Crystal had injected him with a powerful drug
that would ensure he wouldn't be causing them any more trouble
that day.
As Deborah tended to the man's busted nose, Crystal went about
relieving him of his clothing. He wouldn't need it ever again, so
she took an industrial-strength set of shears and snipped them away
from his body. She had already removed his shirt and now was
just finishing off his pants.
"Yuck," said a disgusted Crystal. "Another pants pisser."
"Gross," said Deborah. She looked down at the man's tighty
whiteys, which were stained with yellow in front.
"You should have to clean this up, Kimmie," said Crystal jokingly.
“He probably pissed himself when you smashed his nose!”
"No," said the gorgeous Japanese woman, looking at the rearview
mirror and laughing. "He probably lost it when you zapped his
dumb ass."
"Maybe," Crystal said.
"Actually wait," said Kimiko, now I remember. When I booted his
balls, I could see he already had wetness in his pants.
"Whatever," Crystal said. She snipped away at the underpants.
She wore plastic gloves to help insulate her from the filth, so it was
no big deal to her.
"I think we should make him eat those for dinner," said Deborah.
She always was the most severe of the three women. To Deborah,
men were on earth for one purpose - to be used. They all felt that
way, but nobody as vehemently as Deborah.
"He's not going to be able to eat anything for a couple of days,"
said Crystal, now holding his underpants up with just her thumb
and forefinger. She kept them away from her body. Even though
she wore gloves, the underwear disgusted her. She scrunched her
pretty little face up as she carefully placed the underwear in a
plastic bio-container they had in the corner of the van. Then she
turned her attention back to the man's now exposed groin.
"Oh wow," said Crystal. "You really crushed his balls, Kimmie."
"You go girl!" said a delighted Deborah, staring down at the man's
balls, which had swollen nearly to the size of a tennis ball. They
were purple.
"Yeah, what a serious demolition," added Crystal, also quite
pleased.
"Girl power!" said Kimiko happily from the front seat. The two
women in back repeated the phrase happily.
Crystal then pulled out the Device. It was a black stainless steel
curved ring that looked like a futuristic handcuff. Attached to it
was a curved phallic object with a bulbous head. After some of the
masturbatory episodes of Pig #1, they deployed the Device right
away to ensure future pigs never had a chance to pleasure
themselves on the women’s property. Furthermore, the Device had
sharp spikes inside the steel cage, which caused their Pigs great
pain when their unruly penises tried to swell in futility.
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7175c6 No.871
>>870Crystal expertly applied it around the base of the man's cock and
balls. She fastened it in place until she felt it was appropriately
snug. The beauty of the Device was the technology behind it.
Once the man's swelling went down you would think the Device
could be removed by the wayward male, but such was not the case.
The designers of the Device had taken swelling into account. The
Device was equipped with sensors that caused it to adjust
automatically to which ever set of cock and balls it was attached
to. There was simply no escaping.
Once she had properly fixed the man, Crystal then set about
inserting the phallic device into his anus. She took great joy in
attaching the Device. This was the fourth time she had done it.
Like the other times, she felt the wetness flow from between her
thighs. Fortunately her thick tuft of pubic hair gathered most of
her moisture. Unlike most modern women, Crystal preferred to
keep a “full nest.” Whereas most women liked to trim and in many
cases shave their pussies, Crystal took great pride in growing a
suitable triangle. She would always scrub it and trim it prior to her
sexual escapades with Deborah, as well as Kimiko. It also enabled
her to get as dirty as possible when forcing men to eat from her
source of power. And she loved making the men eat, especially
their prized Detective slave-boy.
She felt the wonderful pre-orgasmic sensations from her thighs as
she prepared to complete the Devicing of her fourth man. He
would be known from this day onward as Pig #4.
"Deb, honey, can you lift the pig's legs for me, dear?"
Deborah took a break from pinching the man’s bloody nose, or
what was left of his nose. She moved toward the back of the van
where the man’s listless feet were. She carefully lifted his legs up
and straddled her lover so she could do what needed to be done.
Crystal, the petite little woman with the cleverest tongue in the
world, hovered beneath her, focusing on the task at hand. As
Deborah held the pig's legs high in the air, his anus was now
properly exposed so Crystal could complete the Devicing.
Crystal attempted to insert the bulbous end of the phallus into the
man's anus but it squeezed shut. The man might have been
immobilized, but his animal instincts had kicked in. It was his
natural defenses that kept him from allowing the object to violate
his anus. Crystal scowled for a moment. She contemplated all the
violence this man had committed in his life and it made her even
more determined. Fortunately, there was an easy solution to the
problem. The women in the van were complete experts in the
operation of the male animal. There was no problem or challenge a
male might present that they were unequipped to handle, and a
tightly puckered anus was no exception.
Sensing the situation at hand, Deborah looked down and said,
"Squeeze his balls."
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7175c6 No.872
>>871One step ahead of the advice, Deborah reached out with her short
little fingers and captured the male's balls in them. She bunched up
the swollen balls as she pulled them away from his body. She
began squeezing harder and harder as she applied steady pressure
with the phallic probe to his anus. It was like magic. Just as his
legs had parted a half hour earlier at the feminine urging, this time
his anus parted under similar feminine persistence. With a grunt of
finality, Crystal shoved the phallus deep into his asshole.
Kimiko heard the familiar sound from the front and without
removing her eyes from the highway, smiled.
In back, their job temporarily complete, Deborah waited for
Crystal to step away from the male pig. Once that was
accomplished, she rudely dropped his demolished ass down onto
the van. The two women then embraced and gave each other a
deep, satisfied hug before joining Kimiko up in the front seat.
They had another 20 minutes before they reached The Grounds.
Another male pig was now under their control. They would take
great pleasure in breaking him down and reducing him to a docile,
obedient panty-slave. He had no idea what he was in for.
The three ladies savored this latest victory. Another one had bitten
the dust. It was going to be a fun month.
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7175c6 No.873
There's a TON more but I want to see if you guys want it to keep going and if you think this is a good way to do these threads before continuing.
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7175c6 No.887
>>873You better not stop now, slut.
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7175c6 No.890
>>887Chapter Two - Revelation
(Six Years Before the Abduction of William Granger)
during the week. It hosted countless AA meetings each week, but
today the room was full of women. Unlike the AA meetings,
where chairs were lined up auditorium-style facing a podium, the
women in this gathering made a circle of chairs.
The regular moderator of the discussion, a placid retiree, couldn’t
make it on this particular night. Her replacement was an attractive
full-figured woman in her mid 30s. She wore a dark skirt, with
dark pantyhose. Her top framed her large D-cup breasts. She
spoke with energy and confidence, using hand-gestures to hammer
home her passionate opinions. This was her first time leading this
support group for female victims of domestic violence, and she
wasn’t the type to hold back.
Thanks to the confident new moderator, the conversation was more
open and honest than it had ever been before. At one point in the
discussion, a gorgeous brunette spoke up. She wore an eyecatching
tight gray pantsuit. Her voice caught in her throat as she
described the day in college when a frat boy had date-raped her.
You could hear the emotion in her voice.
"That- that son of a bitch. He got away Scot-free. I filed a
complaint, but it was my word against his word. What are we
supposed to do? It's a male dominated world."
She tried to continue, but the moderator cut in. "Let me correct
you there, Deborah. It is NOT a male dominated world. That's
what we're conditioned to believe. And the sooner you ladies
realize that it's not true, the sooner you will break free from the
pain that you've been feeling."
For a short, attractive brown-haired woman with the baby-face, the
moderator’s words were a revelation. She had sat in these
meetings for several weeks now, trying to find a way to cope with
the feelings she had carried for several years. In high school, she
had been a world-beater – top of her class, great SATs, lots of
friends, a clever girl with a great sense of humor. Then it
happened during her freshman year in college with a boyfriend she
trusted. They had an argument and he slapped her in the face. For
some reason, she was able to justify it in her own mind. She had
deserved it. But then the abuse became more regular and even
more violent. Finally, after the fourth such incident, she had gotten
help and gotten out. After that, she stopped dating men. She didn't
trust them anymore, and tended to be quiet and timid around them.
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7175c6 No.891
>>890Over the years, she often felt angry. Why hadn't she done
anything? What could she do now? Ultimately she kept her head
down and worked hard. What was the point of challenging the
establishment? It was a male dominated world. Now for the first
time in five years, the woman moderator had her thinking about
her life. Why did she act so timid? She was a young, attractive
and intelligent woman with a bright future. She had explicit sexual
thoughts from time to time, some involving women; others around
bizarre fantasies of even
before that some men were into this, but how was she supposed to
know which ones?
Emboldened, the little brown-haired 23-year old woman decided to
go speak to the excellent substitute moderator after the meeting
and thank her. Unfortunately, the absolutely gorgeous brunette
had beaten her to the punch. She had noticed the woman since she
first began the class. How could you not? She looked like Teri
Hatcher. Listening in on her conversation with the moderator, the
short woman was surprised to hear that this dark-haired babe was
touching on the same thing that she wanted to talk about.
Gorgeous woman: "I think that's so great you think it's not a male
dominated world."
Moderator: "It's not a matter of think, honey, I know it. And I can
prove it to you."
Gorgeous woman: "How so?"
Moderator: "Well, I hate to be too explicit here, but my husband is
a classic example. I make all the rules in our relationship. I mean,
everything, including financial. He serves me like a dog."
The gorgeous woman laughed out loud, as did the short woman
listening in on their conversation.
Moderator: "I'm dead serious. Both of you can come to my house
and see for yourself any time you want."
Gorgeous woman: "I'd love to. But I have med school studies to
get back to."
The diminutive woman had kept quiet to this point. But now she
surprised herself by blurting out, "I'd love to see that as well."
Then she turned to the gorgeous woman because she also was a
med school student. Much to her surprise they attended the same
school. It was amazing they had yet to cross paths.
"I'm Deborah," said the stunning brunette with a big smile.
"Crystal," said the little woman.
And with that, a friendship was born.
Before they left, the hostess, whose name was Martha invited them
to her house for "tea and snacks" that Saturday. "You won't
believe your eyes," she said.
The two young women turned to each other as though waiting for
the other to accept first. Then, at the same time, they said “okay.”
“Great, it’s settled then,” said Martha.
After that, Deborah and Crystal went out for a cup of coffee. It
amazed them how much they each had in common. They spoke
excitedly of what they might see on Saturday.
“What do you think it’s going to be like?” asked Deborah.
“I don’t know. I’ve heard some guys like to be, like, dominated
and controlled by women, but I never knew how to find them,”
said Crystal.
“Yeah, me neither,” confessed Deborah. “For some reason I’m
looking forward to what it’s like. I wonder if he’ll wear an apron
or something?”
Crystal couldn't help but feel attracted to Deborah, the way her
gray pants came up around her exquisitely high hipbones.
Deborah wasn’t any taller than 5’7”, but her legs seemed so long
and sleek thanks to those hipbones. What Crystal did not initially
realize was that Deborah had feelings for Crystal as well. Crystal
might not have been a classic beauty, but she was an adorable
small package. Deborah loved the way her pert ass jutted neatly
away from her body.
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7175c6 No.892
>>891That Saturday, the two traveled together to Martha's household.
On Martha’s advice, they wore skirts and high-heeled shoes.
When they arrived, they were stunned the scene in front of them.
Martha's husband Charlie was on his knees in front of a chair in the
living room. He was totally naked except for a G-string that
covered up his private parts. He also had a leash attached to a
collar around his neck.
Like Deb and Crystal, Martha wore formal feminine attire. She sat
proudly in the chair next to Charlie. She grabbed his leash and
gave it a firm tug. He put out his hands, palms down, like a
begging dog and said nothing. Martha addressed the two women.
"Charlie knows not to speak unless spoken to first by a woman.
He's been trained to accept the inherent fact that all females are
superior to males. Isn't that right, Charlie?" she asked, jerking on
his leash.
"Yes Superior Miss Martha, ma'am," he said.
"Good," she said, “then go to my two young FEMALE guests and
give them a proper greeting. Remember, they are women, which
makes them superior to you."
Charlie looked like he didn’t need the reminder.
He crawled over in front of Deborah and Crystal, who, while
incredulous, had the beginnings of smiles on their faces.
"You have permission to speak, Charlie," said Martha.
"Oh, superior ladies. May I have permission to worship your
feet?" he asked.
Deborah and Crystal looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Sure," said Crystal.
Charlie scurried to the floor so he was belly down and began
kissing and licking Crystal's high heels. As he did so, Martha
spoke, "You can worship Deborah’s when you're done," she said.
Both young women looked down at him with smirks on their faces.
They looked at each other. Both were secretly hoping something
like this would happen today.
“This is too good to be true, Martha,” said Crystal.
“No, it’s not. It’s true,” said Martha. “And if you take my advice,
you’ll both have your own Charlie before you know it.”
Crystal and Deborah stood straight-legged and composed, allowing
Charlie to worship their shoes. Then, after a couple of minutes,
Martha said, "That's enough, Charlie."
He immediately crawled over to Martha and resumed his
submissive doggy position.
Martha grabbed his leash. "Charlie, fetch us the snacks and
beverages. But first I want you to make sure my female guests
know that you’re at their service.
"Oh superior ladies, I'm here for the soul purpose of serving your
needs. Your wish is my command."
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7175c6 No.893
>>892“Good boy,” Martha said, releasing his leash.
With that, he promptly crawled into the kitchen.
"Still think it's a male dominated world?" Martha asked Crystal
and Deborah.
The rest of the afternoon was a sheer joy for the young ladies.
Martha bossed Charlie around to no end. She was completely
merciless. Charlie was wrapped around her not-so-little finger. At
one point, Martha explained that his genitals were only covered up
because she did not want to offend her guests.
"In a FEMALE dominated world, the man must expose himself
whenever a woman tells him to," explained Martha. "You ladies,
on the other hand, have complete rights to privacy. This is how we
maintain complete dignity while literally stripping men of their
own."
Deborah and Crystal exchanged glances.
"If you ladies give me the go-ahead, I'll expose Charlie's little
secret for you."
"Sure, why not," they nodded pretending not to be as excited as
they actually were.
Martha ordered Charlie to stand in front of them. Both young
women sat cross-legged on the couch with glasses of wine in their
hands.
"I always enjoy exposing him personally," Martha said. She stood
behind Charlie and lowered his g-string to his knees. She put her
hand out to the ladies, as if to say, “here you have it.”
Charlie's world plopped out in plain view of Martha’s guests –
except there was some kind of funny contraption around his penis.
Martha explained it was a chastity belt designed to control
Charlie's ability to orgasm. She explained the entire theory about
how men could not control their masturbatory habits, so it was a
woman's responsibility to control them.
Just the other day, Crystal and Deborah had been discussing
Martha and they both described their curiosity about the key
connected to the chain around her neck. Now it all made sense.
And it was incredible. Imagine having total control over a man's
penis! Both instinctually understood the level of power such
control gave women over men. This was getting better all the
time.
Martha went on to explain that millions of men were just like
Charlie. They were powerless to resist a calculated female assault.
She merely used her femininity to enslave Charlie. She carefully
teased him. Then she exposed him, and trained him, and before he
knew it, she had taken complete control of all aspects of his life.
He came to realize that his proper place on earth was at her feet.
He didn’t always like it – it was a hard truth to accept - but he had
no real choice in the matter.
Later that day, when clearing the women's places, Charlie dropped
a dessert fork on the carpet. It was no big deal - the fork was
basically clean to begin with. After all, Deborah was a very dainty
eater and had thoroughly finished the cake that was served. The
only thing on the fork was maybe a slight shade of red from her
lipstick. But Martha surprised her and Crystal by going positively
ballistic! She called Charlie and incompetent klutz. She ordered
him to go fetch a hairbrush. A worried look came across Charlie's
face, but he did as he was told.
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7175c6 No.894
>>893Moments later, to the utter amazement of Crystal and Deborah,
Martha took Charlie over her lap and proceeded to spank his
exposed ass like he was her seven year old son and it was the
1950s. She verbally berated him. Charlie kicked his legs up and
began sobbing. His ass turned bright red, yet Martha continued to
blister his bottom and berate him. He was reduced to sobs.
Meanwhile, Martha had a look of pure joy on her face as she
punished him.
Both Deborah and Crystal found the moment incredibly pleasing.
It was satisfying to see a male get physically dominated in such
humiliating fashion, even a well-trained male like Charlie. They
also felt something else - sexual excitement. Both felt wetness
creep into the area between their legs as they witnessed the scene
of female dominance. They imagined having the opportunity to do
the spanking themselves. Martha offered Charlie's ass to them, but
both decided to pass on the opportunity. They needed time to sort
out their feelings. Plus, it was clear Charlie had been suitably
punished given that his "offense" was merely to drop a fork.
On the ride home, Deborah and Crystal could not stop talking
about what had taken place. They were amazed at what they had
been missing. They both vowed to learn more - much more. A
new world had been exposed to them. In fact, that day two new
worlds were exposed to them. Because when Crystal dropped
Deborah off, Deborah surprised her by inviting her in for another
drink. One thing led to another and the two ladies found
themselves on Deborah’s bed ripping off each other's clothing.
The day's festivities had made them hot. Their bond was
immediate and deep. Crystal was amazed such a beautiful woman
would find her attractive, but Deborah laughed and said Crystal
had no idea how adorable she really was.
Soon naked, they proceeded to straddle one another's thighs.
Spurred on by the amazing scene at Martha’s, both abandoned
their inhibitions. They squeezed each other in a tight embrace,
kissing each other ravenously, as their crotches pushed together.
Their wet pussies met and they began hunching each other with
great effort. Their mouths met as well. They went after each other
with a hunger borne by years of anger and frustration. After that
they took turns going down on each other. They licked each other
with great focus and intensity. Their orgasms were so intense that
both became hoarse from shrieking so loudly and for such a
prolonged period of time. After each had come several times, they
sat in the bathtub and caressed one another. They took turns
cleaning each other's breasts, backs, and vaginas. Then they dried
each other off before collapsing into bed. It was only eight at
night, but they would sleep 12 hours in each other's arms.
The next morning, they woke up and began the whole process over
again.
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7175c6 No.899
>>894Is this going to be continued? I like it.
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7175c6 No.905
>>899Sure I'll put up one or two chapters every couple days if there's interest.
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7175c6 No.906
>>905It wasn't long before Deborah and Crystal became roommates. It
seemed like a natural transition for them. After all, they were two
peas in a pod. There was never any talk of marriage or any of that
bullshit. They didn't promise to be exclusive with one another,
since they both acknowledged that it was a period of
experimentation for them. That said, to describe them as
compatible with one another was an understatement. Besides the
sexual attraction, they came from similar backgrounds and pursued
similar careers. The afternoon spent with Martha and Charlie
opened them up to a new world - A world where women were in
every way superior to men.
To further empower themselves, they began to take self-defense
courses together. Deborah was an absolute natural. Always a
good athlete, her ability in the martial arts was remarkable. Crystal
learned at a slower pace. She certainly was competent and
motivated, but she didn't possess the physical gifts of her darkhaired
lover.
Because it was a dangerous world, they decided to also purchase
some weaponry. It was important to both of them to always have
the upper hand with males. Men were an unpredictable animal,
and both women wanted to make sure that if a man moved against
them, they would be well prepared to physically neutralize them.
They both carried mace and tazers with them at all times. They
also got gun permits and made sure they had firepower around the
house in case they had to deal with a home invasion.
With Martha's recommendation, they also made the joint decision
to hire a male maid. Martha assured them that there would be
dozens of volunteers and she would help them with the screening
process. They placed an ad in one of the local alternative
publications. It said, "Two med school women looking for inhouse
male maid. Male must be totally 100% subservient to
female gender, and willing to do whatever is required around the
house. This includes all forms of cleaning, as well as personal
errand running. Absolutely no sex whatsoever."
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7175c6 No.907
>>906Both young women were skeptical the ad would draw much notice,
but the first time they checked the response mailbox after 24 hours,
they had 63 responses! Martha helped them select a few finalists
for interviews based on the sanity and sincerity of the voice
messages they received.
After a lengthy interview process, they selected Dave. It just so
happened Dave was a medical school student himself, a year ahead
of them. He was a good-looking 28-year-old guy, clean-cut,
totally sincere. Plus he had a nice ass that would be fun to boss
around in various ways.
They had Dave come each Saturday to clean their place. They
made him wear tighty whitey underwear but nothing else. Neither
woman wanted to have a penis flopping around the apartment.
They had discussed this at great length. They wanted him mostly
exposed so he would be properly humbled in their presence. But
they didn't want to have to look at his penis and they didn't want it
accidentally staining their expensive furniture.
It turned out Martha was right – if Dave was any indicator, men
loved the idea of serving them. He always had a huge tent in the
front of his underpants as the ladies ordered him to clean this or
that. Under Martha's advice, they made it a point to be as
demeaning as possible. And it just made him grow even stiffer!
One time, Deborah noticed he had missed a spot when he was
vacuuming their room. So she pulled down the back of his
underpants and gave his ass several hard slaps. She enjoyed the
crisp sound her hand made. “You need to be more attentive,” she
said. As she walked away, she thought, “That felt gooood"
That night, Deborah told Crystal just how good it felt to spank
Dave. The next Saturday, when Dave failed to properly
acknowledge a command given to him by Deborah, Crystal said, “I
think I detect some attitude.” Before he knew what hit him,
Crystal escorted Dave over to the couch, where she promptly
pulled him over her lap and yanked down his underpants. She then
began blistering his bottom with her open palm. An excited
Deborah went to the bathroom and grabbed her tiny wooden
hairbrush and handed it to Crystal.
"Here Criss," she said with a thrill. "This should light a fire under
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7175c6 No.908
>>907him."
Boy did it ever. Dave howled and kicked his legs. Deborah
thought Crystal would stop, but Crystal continued to punish him
with stunning force. “You are to obey the women of this
household,” she said as she laid into him. Dave’s howls soon
turned to cries, and to the women’s surprise, he began shedding
genuine tears. “Oh, please ma’am, I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. The
brush left deep red marks all over his poor behind.
When it was over, Crystal stood him up and made him apologize to
both she and Deborah. She then asked if they were going to have
any more problems with him. Through his tears, he assured them
they wouldn't.
The event made Deborah and Crystal so hot, they had to kick Dave
out so they could tend to each other's burning vaginas. Before the
week was out, they went and purchased a much larger hairbrush at
a local boutique from a nice older woman. They told her the
purpose of the hairbrush and to their surprise, the woman merely
smiled and winked at them. "I love seeing young women who
know the way of the world," she said happily.
After that, Dave's spankings became a weekly ritual. They always
found a reason to give him one and they made sure to reduce him
to tears. The new hairbrush provided much more coverage and
made a nice "whomping" sound on Dave's defenseless buttocks. It
took the women far fewer strokes to stamp home the point they
were trying to make. Crystal, in particular, had a knack for finding
his most sensitive spot and hammering home her superiority with
the appropriate amount of cruelty. She shared her talents with
Deborah and soon they were both experts at reducing Dave to sobs.
The spanking had its desired effect. Dave became so subservient
that the women could trust him to clean the house while they
caught the Saturday matinee. Then they'd return and have Dave
serve them hand and foot while they lingered over a long dinner.
Sometimes they had Martha come over. She always had a few
tricks up her sleeve. She noticed Dave's perpetual boners and told
the young women that it was his way of showing proper respect for
them. Then she reached out and casually tweaked his penis
through the thin underwear, which usually showed suspicious
stains after Dave had been "in uniform" for an hour or two.
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7175c6 No.909
>>908>>908Crystal and Deborah took note, and they soon took to tweaking
Dave in mocking fashion when he did anything to please them.
Deborah preferred a simple pat on his crotch ("I don't want to see
you have any accidents," she told him with a chuckle), whereas
Crystal was a bit more risqué. She would grab his penis through
his underwear and give it a few squeezes. Sometimes, she'd yell
"honk, honk!" which drew laughter from her beautiful roommate.
One day, she'd been teasing him this way for much of the
afternoon when he suddenly collapsed on his knees and began
begging the two women.
"Please, please superior mistresses, can I have permission to
masturbate. I'm, I'm so pent up. My balls are killing me."
Crystal and Deborah turned to each other. They weren't sure how
to respond, but then Deborah finally spoke. "No, David. We make
the rules around here." Then she ordered him to fetch the
hairbrush. They spanked him good for that one, but when he left
that day, both women could tell he was genuinely sad.
They called Martha and asked for her advice. She said they had a
great opportunity to enhance their enjoyment and increase their
control over Dave. “Use his penis against him,” she advised.
“You can force him to make a spectacle of himself for your
amusement. Allow him to cum, but make it another humiliating
lesson in female domination.”
Deborah and Crystal discussed their strategy. Indeed it would be
fun to watch him humiliate himself for them, as long as he
properly obeyed their commands. They formulated a plan.
The following Saturday, they made it a point to tweak him all
afternoon. Deborah, who usually would only pat his crotch, was
especially bold. She honked his penis several times and laughed as
he swooned. Then before he could recover, Crystal stepped in and
did the same. They had him practically drooling. Then Deborah
left the room and returned with some nail polish. They ordered
him to sit on the floor of the couch at their feet and paint their
toenails while they watched a DVD. Each made it a point to tickle
his crotch with one foot while he applied the polish to the other.
Finally, when it was clear he had been on edge for a good hour,
they paused the movie. “Ok, it’s your lucky day, David,” said
Deborah. “We’re going to allow you to masturbate in our
presence, except there are some rules.” He was told he had to ask
both women for permission to come before he shot his "junk." As
he jerked himself at their feet, Crystal had an idea. She didn't want
him making a mess in the apartment, so she ordered him to shoot
his entire mess into his own underpants. Deborah added that he'd
better not get a drop on their floor or he'd never be able to do it
again in their presence.
After receiving permission from both ladies, Dave shot an
incredible amount of semen into his already crusty underpants.
The women's warning must have paid off because he made sure
every drop landed neatly within the confines of his undergarment.
The women then ordered him to put his underpants back on as well
as his pants, just to make sure there would be no mess. Dave felt
his sperm run down his thighs. Wet spots began to show through
his pants.
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7175c6 No.910
>>909Prepared for this eventuality, Crystal ordered him to fetch a plastic
apron and a pair of wooden salad spoons from the kitchen. They
placed the apron over their thighs and ordered him to drape his ass
over their laps. Then they blistered his ass, pants on, just because
they hadn't disciplined him yet that day. Deborah focused on his
left cheek, while Crystal focused on his right. Dave hoped his
pants would provide some kind of buffer zone from the cruel
female assault, but the truth is they did very little. Crystal, in
particular, that bitchy little thing, seemed to know exactly where
the most tender nerve endings were lodged in his buttocks. She
made him howl with pain as she pounded him with the big wooden
spoon. He squirmed around on her tiny lap trying to escape her
well-placed blows, but Deborah had twisted his arm behind his
back in such a way that major movements caused intense pain to
his shoulder.
He cried on the ride home that night. What had he gotten himself
in to? At first it was good fun, but now the women were calling
him up and ordering him to do random errands for him. He was
concerned about his studies. Then he thought of Deborah's perfect
ass and the way it moved in her skirt when she was walking away
from him. He would sneak peaks whenever he could. And he
thought of Crystal. She was such a little bitch, but there was
something about submitting to her that he found intoxicating. For
those reasons, Dave had little choice but to continue to do exactly
what they required of him.
After Dave's little jerk off show, Crystal and Deborah were
overjoyed. They talked about it as they ate dinner that night, how
easy it had become to manipulate Dave. Crystal was happier than
she'd ever been in her life. So was Deborah. Yet within both of
them burned a desire to do even more. Deborah was so used to
men leering at her everywhere she went. The more aggressive
ones were constantly hitting her. She found it frustrating and
sometimes felt like lashing out. Crystal was sympathetic. It wasn't
as though men didn't salivate over her as well. Even though she
didn't have Deborah's perfect body, she was good looking enough.
Just the other day, she felt eyes on her in a local shopping mall.
She turned and there was a man, obviously shopping with his wife,
starting at her ass. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a lace
blouse. It's not as though she was dressed like a slut. But here was
this pig staring at her.
"Look at it this way," Crystal explained to Deborah, "it's a sign of
the power we hold over men. They are infatuated with our
physical properties. It makes them ultimately easier to control."
"Good point, Crissy," said Deb. "Sometimes I like it if a good
looking, well-dressed man gives me the eye, but there are so many
slobs out there."
"Why not just take it out on Dave?” said Crystal.
"I love the way you think," said Deborah.
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7175c6 No.911
>>910Next Saturday afternoon, Crystal went for a five-mile jog. When
she got home, she found Deborah sitting on the couch with a huge
smile on her face. For some reason, she was wearing a black dress
and black high heels. She looked stunning. Crystal moved around
the couch and realized why Deborah was smiling. Beneath her on
the floor was Dave, in nothing but his underwear, his legs spread
wide apart. Deborah had stuck her foot deep into his crotch and
was grinding Dave's penis and balls with her high heel. Dave
groaned with pain.
"Criss, you have no idea how fucking satisfying this is. It's like the
greatest frustration relief in the world!" she said.
Crystal was speechless.
"Whose the boss around here," Deborah glared down at Dave.
"You are, Miss Deborah, ma'am," he said, helplessly.
"That's right," she said, "and don't forget it." She punctuated her
words by pinning down his balls and rudely shifting her foot
around his crotch.
"Ughh," was all he could say, to which Deborah replied, "That's
right," again.
“Did Dave misbehave?” Crystal asked, giggling.
“Yeah, I caught him with his hand in his underpants looking at that
photo of me in my karate outfit.”
“You dirty perv!” Crystal said. "Let me try," she added. Deborah
let Crystal slide into the "driver's seat." She began busting Dave
with her tiny little white sneakers. She had to admit she liked the
feeling of grinding his male parts beneath her feet.
"Cool," she said.
"Isn’t it?" said Deborah, eager to get back in the driver's seat.
Eventually Crystal got bored, so she let Deborah back in. To her
surprise, when she came back a few minutes later Deborah was
still at it. This time, Deborah had taken the pointy spiked heel of
her pump and was effectively jabbing Dave's nuts with it.
Wow, that girl loved to bust nuts, thought Crystal. Later, when
they had sex, Deborah went at her with as much vigor as she had in
a few weeks. She hunched Crystal's vagina with rhythm and
purpose. As Crystal approached her fourth orgasm, she wondered
what she did to deserve this ridiculously beautiful sex-goddess.
The domination of Dave went on for an entire year. For all intents
and purposes, Dave evolved into the lifestyle slave of Deborah and
Crystal. He was at their total beck and call, not just on Saturdays,
but also throughout the week. Any time the women needed
anything – groceries, take-out food, their laundry done, they would
pick up the phone and call Dave. He learned to answer on the first
ring, because if he didn’t it meant he would get the hairbrush.
Both women spanked him unmercifully. It got so bad for Dave
that he developed a Pavlov’s dog-like reaction to hairbrushes.
Whenever he saw a hairbrush on TV, or in a store, he would
immediately stiffen and feel a shock of pain in his buttocks. For
this, he blamed little Crystal, since the woman was so handy with
the hairbrush that she had permanently damaged his psyche. At
home, he had to use a little plastic comb to brush his hair.
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7175c6 No.912
>>911Dave wanted to continue serving his beautiful goddesses forever,
but graduation eventually arrived. He had earned a residency in a
terrific out-of-state program. It was with a mixture of trepidation
and excitement that he announced his plans to Crystal and Deborah
one Saturday afternoon. He knew they would spank him and
humiliate him in some creative, degrading fashion. These girls
were the sexiest, most ruthlessly dominant women he’d ever come
across, and he hated to go.
Crystal and Deborah were both prepared for this. They knew he
would have no choice but to move out, and it was actually fine
with both of them. Dave had evolved into a useful male who knew
that his proper place was at their feet. But they had grown tired of
him and both had developed the confidence to realize men like
Dave were a dime a dozen. Their research over the year had led
them to understand the true power of their gender, and how easy it
was to lord it over the opposite sex. That said, neither could resist
the opportunity to crush Dave’s maleness one last time.
“You WHAT?” said Crystal, feigning anger.
“You think you can just leave?” said Deborah, unable to hold back
a grin. “Crissy, hold him for second, honey.” Crystal stood behind
a confused Dave and inserted her little hand into his underpants.
She took hold of his balls and bunched her thumb and forefinger
around his scrotum as though it were a sack of grapes.
Deborah had taken her hair back into a ponytail that afternoon and
it bobbed behind her head against her pink cashmere sweater. She
wore a matching pink scarf, as she had just returned from the deck
where she had been studying in the cool spring air. She reached
back with an open hand and began bitch-slapping Dave’s face.
She held his chin in place with her other hand.
“You think you can just walk out on us like this, David?” she
asked incredulously, slapping him again.
“I-I- I’m sorry,” Dave said breaking down in tears. Normally he
loved being dominated by Deborah. After all, she was just about
the hottest female on the planet, but it was a shock to his system to
get slapped around like this. He moved his hands to protect his
face, but then he felt the pain in his balls.
“Don’t even think of covering up,” said Crystal. She had taken her
ring finger, which was free pushed it up against Dave’s engorged
ball sack, effectively wrenching the trapped orbs.
Dave, ever obedient when his manhood was on the line, put his
hands down and Deborah completed her disciplining of him by
slapping him with one hand and then the other until both his
cheeks were a rosy hue. Finally Crystal released his balls and he
collapsed to the floor. “Kiss our feet,” Crystal said, but he was
already in the process of doing so.
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7175c6 No.913
>>912After things settled down, the women ordered him to kneel in front
of him as they sat on the couch. They told him they understood he
had to do what he had to do and they wished him the very best of
luck. Then they asked him if he’d learn his lesson when it comes
to who the obedient gender was, which of course he had. Lastly,
they made him swear his eternal allegiance to superior women
everywhere, and promise them that he’d do whatever he could to
enhance the feminist movement. He promised he would. Then,
lastly to stamp home the message, they paddled his ass for him.
Crystal completed the job as only she could. Since it was his final
spanking, she explained she had to make sure it was one he
remembered, and boy would he ever. As usual, she located his
pain centers and smacked them with precision. “You had better
treat every woman you come across like a goddess! Do you
understand!” said Crystal.
“Yes M- miss Crystal,” he sobbed. He cries of pain and
humiliation filled the room, much to the enjoyment of both Crystal
and Deborah.
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7175c6 No.914
>>913Next chapter is more physical. If you like ballbusting this is the one for you.
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7175c6 No.915
>>914With Dave gone, it took the women about a week to find their next
male slave. Roger was a year one med student. He interviewed
for them in his underwear, which they informed him ahead of time
would have to be tighty-whiteys. He was completely subservient
during his interview. There was a reason for this, Roger explained.
He grew up with two older sisters and a younger one. From an
early age he was well versed in the art of female supremacy.
When he was a teenager his sisters often peaked in on his frequent
masturbatory sessions. His older sisters used him to teach their
young sister about boys.
That night, Deborah and Crystal had a long debate about Roger.
Deborah wanted more of a challenge - a male she could "break."
But Crystal was able to convince her that he was right for them at
that stage in their lives. They didn’t have time to train some male
stooge. They needed a gopher - someone to run errands and follow
their orders to the letter. Thanks to his proper upbringing, Roger
knew his place. He would tend to their every need without error
from day one. This was the way it should be, according to the
women. Deborah had to admit Crystal had been right about Roger.
Both worked crazy hours as they worked toward becoming
Doctors. They had it all planned out. Once they finished with this
nonsense, they would open up their own private OB/GYN practice
and cater only to women. While Roger proved a useful sub, both
Crystal and Deborah desired the occasional femdom experience
that provided more of a physical and emotional challenge. Their
self-defense classes were one thing, but Deborah felt a huge need
to bust nuts. Roger wanted to have children some day, so she
couldn't crush his with the type of aggression she was hoping for.
She needed some frustration relief. Crystal felt the need as well,
though usually only on those days prior to when she got her period.
On those days, she had to confess, she also felt the instinct rise in
her - the instinct that made her want to do heavy damage to the
silliest part of the male anatomy.
One day, Deborah arrived at home to find a very happy looking
Crystal.
"You look like the cat that ate the canary," she said.
"You'll never guess what I found on line," said Crystal. "Check
this out."
She ushered Deborah over to the computer and clicked the mouse
with her long nail-polished fingernail. The screen said:
"Are you a woman interested in female supremacy? Have you
taken self-defense classes, but now want to learn a bit about proper
offense? Live in the (location withheld) area? Well, let me
introduce myself. I’m a lifestyle femdom well practiced in the art
of punishing the male’s testicles. My seminar is designed to turn
the motivated woman into an expert ballbuster."
A smile came across Crystal’s pretty mouth. "Let's do it!"
"I already contacted her," said Deborah. "Her name is Naomi and
she sounds wicked cool. We're on for this Sunday evening from 7
to 9!"
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7175c6 No.916
>>915That Sunday, an excited Crystal and Deborah drove out to one of
the more exclusive towns in the area and found Naomi's place. It
was a huge piece of property set several hundred yards in from the
main roadway in a wooded area. They rang the doorbell and were
thrilled when a male wearing nothing other than a skimpy apron
answered the door.
He bowed politely and escorted them through the foyer to a back
room. It was a large room with a mat on the floor and a full-length
mirror along the far wall.
The room was sparse, other than a large flat screen TV in the
corner. Next to the TV stood an attractive looking blonde woman
in her 30s with a pink leotard on. She stood next to an equally
stunning Japanese woman who wore a spandex body suit. The
blonde appeared to be coaching the Japanese woman, who looked
younger, no more than 20 or so. They stood in front of a man, who
wore nothing but a skimpy apron, just like the one the man who
greeted Crystal and Deborah was wearing. Except this man had
pulled the apron up in front revealing his "jewels." His legs were
spread and his hips thrust out. He was clearly presenting himself
to the other two women. As Crystal and Deborah approached, they
could tell he was about to get booted in the nuts.
Next to the spectacle was a large flat screen TV, which upon closer
inspection had a rather interesting image on it. It was a shot of the
lower halves of two people. The image was frozen at an
interesting point. Crystal and Deborah examined the video. There
was sexy set of female legs clad in a skirt, black tights, and sixinch
platform heels. One foot was planted firmly on the ground.
The other foot was at a perfect 90-degree angle high in the air,
where it was frozen in perfect blunt contact with a set of balls and
a penis. The image had been frozen at the point where the
platform heel had “crashed” its intended target. The penis was
splayed at an odd angle pointing up and off to the side, clearly
having absorbed the impact of the platform shoe a split-second
earlier. The balls were compressed against the shoe, as the square
tip of the shoe rudely occupied the physical space where the balls
had dangled a moment before.
"You must be Crystal and Deborah," said the blonde woman. "I'm
Naomi," she greeted them warmly. "And this is Kimiko, another
student of mine," she smiled. "We have a nice three woman class
tonight." She made no effort to introduce the men in the room.
Instead she grabbed the remote control and hit play.
The image on the screen resumed. The man in the video collapsed
on the floor in agony, while the woman stood triumphantly above
him with her hands on her hips, smiling down at her defeated pray.
"That's why we're here," said Naomi. It was now evident in the
video that the woman was Naomi herself.
Crystal and Deborah greeted the other two women warmly.
"Oh, and these two fools are my male slaves/stooges, whatever you
want to call them, I don't care. They're our submissive wimps and
they’ll do exactly what we tell them to do. They are completely
pussy-whipped. Right, fools?”
“Yes ma’am,” they both said.
Naomi smiled. “I trained them personally. You won't hear a peep
from them, unless they're in pain. There are certain things they
can't control, which is how they find themselves in this
predicament in the first place."
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7175c6 No.918
>>916The men bowed, submissively. Deborah and Crystal were
impressed and delighted with the way Naomi verbally dressed
down her males.
The four women sat in a circle on the mat. Naomi introduced
herself. She was a self-made millionaire who bought and sold
products on line. It enabled her to dabble in her true passion,
which was female supremacy. Shortly after divorcing her
adulterous first husband and emptying his bank account, she
decided from then on her future interactions with men would be
one-sided, with her holding the proverbial leash in the relationship.
Men were dogs to her, nothing more. They were put on earth to
serve women. She found there to be a plentiful supply of men who
knew their place - men like the fools serving them today.
Kimiko introduced herself. She came from a male dominated
culture, but when she reached her teenage years she realized the
power she could wield over men. It came naturally to her. She
absolutely loved to dominate men, and had been looking forward
to this class for some time.
Crystal and Deborah briefly filled Naomi and Kimiko in on their
development as female supremacists. The other women nodded in
appreciation of their personal growth. Then, at last, it was time to
begin class.
"Ok, so my first question to our group is 'what is the purpose of
ballbusting?" asked Naomi. She spread her hands, indicating that
it was open to group discussion.
Kimiko spoke: "To teach men respect and humility."
Naomi: "Absolutely. Great answer."
Crystal: "To punish male misbehavior."
Naomi: "Without a doubt. Along with spanking, it's probably the
best way to discipline the male ego."
Deborah: "I have a good one - to relieve frustration!"
Naomi: (laughing) "Absolutely, there are few things as satisfying
as a well-placed knee or kick to the groin. I assume you all have
some experience with this, ladies, and does it not feel wonderful
when you make contact with a set of nuts?"
The ladies all nodded their heads in agreement and smiled.
Naomi: "Ok, any other reasons for busting a man?"
Crystal: "To remind the male that his proper place is beneath a
woman."
Naomi: "True, that’s similar to what Kimiko was talking about -
this idea of teaching males healthier respect. She really hit the nail on the head-
or the male in the nuts, so to speak.”
The women laughed.
“Anything else?" Naomi asked.
She waited for comments, but the ladies were silent. “Ballbusting
is a perfect way of exposing male weakness,” Naomi added. “We
don't have anything that vulnerable on our bodies. But the main
reason we bust nuts is to reinforce our own true feminine superiority
and I think you all touched on that with your comments."
The ladies all beamed at one another. Naomi went on. "Ok, I don't
know about you women, but I'm just dying to BREAK some balls.
Let's do it!" With that she gave a cheer and the women rose to
their feet.
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7175c6 No.919
>>918The two men who had been waiting silently both felt lumps in their
throat. They both knew what they were in for. But they were
powerless to stop the inevitability of what was about to take place.
They stood and waited for instruction.
"Ok men, said Naomi, assume the proper position!"
Both men spread their legs and lifted their short aprons, exposing
their penises and balls to the women.
Naomi went through the basic front kick with one of the men. A
strict practitioner of proper form, Naomi made absolutely sure each
woman had an understanding of how best to deliver the most
damaging kick possible. She showed the women how to properly
flex their hips to generate the most foot speed possible while
maintaining accuracy and balance. She went through some slowmo
kicks with the girls. They practiced bringing their feet up
within six inches of each man’s package, stopping, and then
delivering an accurate, thumping short-range kick. After just a few
of these, both men were forced to double over and cover up.
Kimiko and Deborah both kicked extra hard, while Crystal, not
quite as tall or leggy, wasn't quite as effective. Naomi put her
hands around Crystal’s waist and helped guide her to the right
posture. “Now, just let your lower leg fly,” she encouraged.
Crystal flung her leg upward and delivered a punishing kick, which
forced her victim to bend forward at a 90-degree angle.
“Stand back up!” Naomi ordered the man. She wanted to show
off. She stretched her foot up between his legs and ripped off
several rapid ballkicks. Her male tried to lean forward and cover
up, and she got in four good kicks before he fell to the floor.
Naomi let the men lick their wounds while she showed a video of
her busting a man. She put it on super slow-mo and the ladies all
watched as her foot met its target. “Notice my hip flex,” she said.
“It’s like a golf shot. You need a proper turn to hit the ball a long
way.” She pressed the button and they watched her lovely
midsection flex. “By flexing, I’m increasing the torque of the
kick.”
She paused it again as her foot crashed into the dangling nuts.
"Notice how it's the bridge of my foot," she said, "See how it rams
into this guy's balls and they have no place to escape to?"
The ladies nodded their heads in understanding.
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7175c6 No.920
>>919"That's how you teach a male respect. His balls will be sore for
days after a kicking like that. He’ll need to ice them down and
he’ll have no choice but to think of who did it to him. That’s how
to deepen a man’s respect for you."
Inspired by Naomi’s words, the women went back and practiced
some more. “On your hands and knees,” Naomi ordered the men.
“This is especially painful to males because they don't know when
the punishment is coming, but also because their balls are
particularly exposed from this angle. By driving your foot up from
behind it causes the balls to slam against the base of their penis.
The result is usually quite devastating.”
Sure enough, Kimiko and Deborah each took a man. They took a
coordinated running start, timing their kicks, both with big smiles
on their pretty faces. SLAM! Two female feet crushed four
swollen balls and sent two unhappy men to the mat. Deborah and
Kimiko gave each other a hug of congratulations.
After that the ladies spent some time kneeing the men. Naomi
showed them how to place their hands on the men's shoulders to
prevent them from trying to move away from the blow.
She then ordered her male slaves onto their backs. She stuck her
foot out and said, "This is called the stomp and jiggle. It's my
favorite way of teaching males respect with my feet. She planted
her foot on the balls of one of the hapless men and began jiggling
her foot around. The man's penis bobbed and bounced against his
chest. He groaned in pain. “It’s like stomping on a cigarette,”
Naomi said. “You want to make sure you put it out.” The women
laughed out loud. Naomi was really good at this stuff.
"Now sometimes, if your male is extremely swollen like this fool,
but you haven't gotten complete satisfaction, I recommend the
perineum bust," she said. "Spread your legs, dipshit."
The poor guy, already swollen quite badly, nonetheless did as he
was told. Naomi took her leg back and began kicking the area just
below his balls rapid-fire. Every so often she caught a piece of the
underside of his balls. The male groaned as she fucked him up.
"You see," she said. "His balls are already wasted, so this is a
good way to punish another part of his body. I guarantee he'll feel
this tomorrow, right dipshit?"
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7175c6 No.921
>>920"Yes Superior Miss Naomi."
"Good. Now ladies, we all know that if you really want to teach
your man a worthwhile lesson, use a rubber band or a string and tie
up the base of his ballsack. These guys are already too swollen for
that kind of treatment. But let's say you have a dinner date or
something and don't have a lot of time to enforce your supremacy.
Tell your man to tie his ball sack up and one well placed knee will
get your point across."
The ladies nodded their head.
Naomi turned to the other man. Sometimes, you don't want to
ignore the penis as a viable option either. Here's a technique I
learned a few years ago from a talented mistress. "Sit up and lean
forward, nimrod."
The man complied. Naomi stepped forward and pinned his penis
to the mat. He grunted in pain as he looked up helplessly at her.
She took his chin in her hand and with her other hand began bitchslapping
his face several times.
"Oh my," said an amazed Deborah.
"Incredible," whispered Kimiko.
"This is a great way to teach a man respect," said Naomi, slapping
the man a few more times for emphasis. The stunned man
struggled to absorb her crisp blows.
"Ok male stooges, on your feet," Naomi ordered.
"Let's talk about the power grip," she said. "Now we all know the
expression "got me by the balls, right?"
More agreement.
"Well there's nothing quite like grabbing your man by the balls
when you want to deliver discipline. Deborah, you take dipshit
over there and watch me."
Naomi grabbed her male by his swollen balls and wrapped her
thumb and forefinger around the base, effectively putting his balls
in a vice. Deborah happily followed suit.
"Now you can give him an open-handed slap," she demonstrated
and her man fell like a 200-pound rock to the mat. Deborah did
the same with a similar result.
Naomi got impatient, "Get the fuck back on your feet this instant,
you idiots." Both men, obviously in intense pain, did as they were
ordered to. She took her man's nads again and Deborah did the
same. Both men were showing a great deal of pain and discomfort
by this stage.
Naomi addressed the women. "Would you believe I give them
special painkillers for my class and they still can't take it?
Anyway, I love the flick," she said. She began flicking the balls of
her trapped man with her dainty finger. "Be careful you don't
break a nail with this one," she said. Deborah did the same and
both men began groaning and whining. They tried to pull their
naked asses away, but the women held their balls tight and
continued to flick their little fingers at them. Finally, after a
minute of making them dance around like idiots, Naomi relented.
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7175c6 No.922
>>921"And of course, since their balls are both pretty much out of
commission, the grip and twist is another good opportunity for face
slapping." She began bitch-slapping her man again and Deborah
did the same. The look of sheer joy on Deborah's beautiful face
was something to behold.
"Ok, Deb, we've been having all the fun. Time to turn these guys
over to Kimiko and Crystal for my next exercise. Girls, sit Indianstyle
on the floor," she said.
Both Kimiko and Crystal sat down.
"Now slaves, lie face up over their laps," she ordered.
The two men, both looking flushed and miserable, did as they were
told. Their backs arched as they lay down over the female laps.
"Good," said a satisfied Naomi. "Now girls, take firm hold of their
defeated balls like we just did."
Crystal and Kimiko both took control of their men as instructed.
"Now pull their balls away from their bodies, but be a little careful.
They've both been tenderized quite a bit."
That drew laughter from everyone in the room who didn't have a
damaged set of balls between their legs. By pulling their balls
away from their body, Crystal and Kimiko caused their male
subjects penises to stand high in the air "at attention."
"Great ladies, now give those silly penises some good hard slaps.
Don't hold back.
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7175c6 No.923
With that, Crystal and Kimiko began slapping their male cocks
around. They alternated between forehand and backhand. Kimiko
was a bit awkward, but Crystal had a great rhythm going.
"Crystal is so good at spanking," said Deborah. I guess it doesn't
matter if it's ass or penis."
"I used to play tennis!" said Crystal proudly. "I had a great…" WHACK
"backhand." For emphasis she had whipped her backhand across and
sent the man's penis flopping over his belly. The noise was loud
and pleasing. Crystal made a grunt of happiness and giggled while the man
made a groan of agony.
"Fantastic!" said Naomi. "I love the moan! This is supposed to be
about female fun. Let it all hang out!"
"Who's your mommy?" said Crystal, as she slapped the man's
penis again and again.
"You are, ma'am," he grunted.
"Don't forget it!"
The ladies cheered.
Suddenly, to the women's surprise, the man broke down in tears
and began sobbing. Crystal stopped and looked concerned.
"Ok," Naomi said, "It's alright. It happens all the time.
Remember, a man in tears is the sign of a well disciplined male
who has learned a hard lesson."
"Amen," said Deborah.
"Here's to hard lessons," said Kimiko and she pinching and twisting the swollen left testicle of her male.
"I was more than happy to teach him," said Crystal, still smiling.
"What do you say to Miss Crystal?" said Naomi. She put a hand
behind his head and pulled him up so he was facing the women.
"Thank you for the hard lesson, ma'am," he said, still crying.
"You are very welcome," said Crystal. She began teasing the
man’s cock, which grew hard. “That must feel better,” she said.
The man brightened for a moment, but then Crystal gave his cock
another slap, drawing laughter and a fresh bruise on the stiff flesh.
With that, the women gathered around and had one final
discussion. The defeated men worshipped their feet, soothing any soreness from the intense kicking. Naomi
explained a few more details about ballbusting. She told them that
she didn't get a chance to do "object-busting" today since their
kicks and knees and grips were so effective. But if a woman didn't
feel like getting too close to a particularly dirty or vile male, they
could use an object, like an umbrella, or a spoon, or whatever
happened to be available.
The ladies gathered around and gave each other hugs. Naomi gave
them all a copy of her DVD titled "The best way to a man's soul -
through his balls." They vowed to stay in touch. Crystal and
Deborah both thought Kimiko was wonderful and she felt the same
way about them. They exchanged numbers and after that day they
became close friends, often sharing technique, advice - and males.
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7175c6 No.927
>>923Bumping to show my general interest and desire for more.
Also, I was never hugely into ballbusting, but this chapter might have just changed my mind.
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7175c6 No.933
Any chance of feminization or a fic that involves a feminist domme x MRA/Gamergate supporter?
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7175c6 No.943
>>933tbh I'd rather read about vivian punishing anthony cuck for the travesty that was borderlands 2. Like, yelling appropriate memes while abusing him (j-j-j-JAM IT IN etc.)
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7175c6 No.957
>>927ok Anon. Been busy for the last week but i'll keep going.
>>933>>943Lol, well you could pretend this is. if you like
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7175c6 No.958
>>923Chapter 5As they pushed into their late 20s, it was a time of tremendous
personal growth for Crystal and Deborah.
Their adoption of the female dominant lifestyle helped trigger a
remarkable blossoming - from timid college girls scarred by the
past, to confident, mature goddesses, who carried themselves with
purpose. They both could smell a submissive man from a mile
away. Both became experts in exploiting male weaknesses and
using them to their advantage. Since they had each other, they
avoided significant relationships with men. Instead they used them
as housemaids, and occasionally emptied the wallets of the
wealthier ones in exchange for the right to serve at their feet.
Both Crystal and Deborah knew that between their thighs resided
the ultimate tool to control men. They wielded their pussies like
weapons. Their clothing of choice was usually tight-fitting pants,
or the occasional skirt, always worn high over their hips. They
followed men’s eyes as they drifted inevitably down and knew
when they had a sub male on the hook. They often spoke of the
buzz of power they felt in their crotches as they put their men
through one humiliating trial after another.
In addition to their personal development as confident, dominant
women, they both excelled as medical residents. Within a few
weeks of getting their accreditation, they found a great space in a
thriving suburban area and opened their own private ob/gyn
practice. The practice soon became a raving success. They tapped
into a thriving population of women who increasingly preferred to
share their vaginal-based health matters with female rather than
male doctors. The demand for the women's services was such that
within the first six months they had to actually turn down clients.
They hired several staff nurses, and the place was always busy.
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7175c6 No.959
>>958One of the nurses they hired was Kimiko. She had blazed through
nursing school and soon found herself working with the two
women she admired most. Both Crystal and Debra had a special
place in their hearts for Kimiko. She was so beautiful and so
feminine. Plus, they all shared a common interest in furthering the
female cause. The three spent a great deal of time together.
Eventually, Kimiko was even incorporated into their love life. One
night, after several glasses of wine (served to them by a faithful
male servant), the three got into a discussion about sex as they sat
the couch. Kimiko sat in the middle. In the full bloom of her
youthful early 20s, she looked particularly gorgeous that evening.
She wore a comely little black dress that hugged her outrageous
Asian curves. The three had joked about hooking up in the past,
but now thanks in part to the wine, all three were ready to make it a
reality.
Without pretense, Crystal put a hand on Kimiko’s stomach and
began massaging the area beneath her firm breasts. At the same
time, Deborah put her hand on Kimiko’s inner thigh. Kimiko
responded by sighing deeply. She leaned in the couch, and spread
her legs to indicate she was happy with what they were doing.
After that it was game on. Deborah moved Kimiko’s panties aside
and slid a finger into Kimiko’s hot box. She wanted to be gentle,
but there wasn’t much need since Kimiko’s pussy was incredibly
wet. The three retired to the bedroom and left their male stiff and
sore, (the poor fellow had been teased all evening long and now
was on the outside looking in). Inside the privacy of the bedroom,
the three women shed their clothing. Crystal stuck her head
between Kimiko's thighs and was amazed at the flow that greeted
her as she slid her tongue into the tight snatch. After tonguefucking
her for a while, she found Kimiko’s clitoris and suckled it
gently between her lips and tongue. At the same time, Deborah
French-kissed the young girl and fondled her nipples. Kimiko felt
herself gradually approach the most intense orgasm of her life. It
kept building for what seemed like ten minutes. Crystal had an
amazing tongue. It was magic. That evening, Kimiko experienced
an intense emotional and sexual satisfaction well beyond anything
she’d felt before. She actually cried with pleasure. The three saw
a great deal of each other after that.
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7175c6 No.960
>>959Thanks to the success of their business, Crystal and Deborah were
soon in the market for real estate. They both decided they wanted
a retreat - some place where they could get away from the world.
They searched for weeks before finding the perfect home. It was
in a rustic property in a rural area, away from the highway - an
impressive 122-acre piece of land, located on a dirt road a mile
back from a relatively unused road. It assisted them in achieving
their goal of living "in the middle of nowhere."
The house itself was a 4,500 square foot old mansion with a huge,
cavernous basement. It was a fixer-upper in layman's terms. An
old couple had lived there before them and hadn't done anything to
the huge Victorian house in years. Fortunately, they found a
submissive handyman, ironically named Dick. Dick was a bluecollar
type who worked in construction. He was a single guy in his
late 30s who had done well in his business and had the luxury of
choosing his projects.
One Saturday, he came to visit the property. Deborah took one
look at him and decided she would take control of his penis. Why
not? It was obvious when they spoke that he was enthralled with
her. He tended to look down and avoid eye contact. He spoke
softly and deferentially to her even though she was younger than
him. He called her “ma’am” and “miss.” One day, when he was
measuring an angle in the bathroom as part of his appraisal for the
work, Deborah came up behind him and began to stroke his penis
through his jeans. She then conducted an interrogation as she
groped his very soul. She asked him if he wanted to serve her and
Crystal, as their inferior? Eyes closed, he nodded his head in
agreement. In short order, Dick admitted his submissive nature
and that he’d do anything for her if she would “just boss (him)
around.”
After that, Dick was a fixture at the household. He did thousands
of dollars in free construction work for them. Deborah always had
him do it completely naked with the exception of a leash, which
she attached neatly around his balls. This was a huge motivating
factor. Occasionally, when checking on his work, she would tug
on his leash and give his penis a few caresses. Sometimes she
would approach him from behind and cradle his balls, while
mindlessly tweaking his nipples as she scanned his work. She
allowed him to spank off in front of her, which he did with great
joy and vigor. She joked with Crystal how she made the fool beg
for the right to play with his little deformity. Crystal really got into the act and would call him “Dick, the dick-spanking monkey,” while he shot huge jets of
come into a tissue as they laughed. When he was done, Deborah
would take great joy in acting like a total bitch, ordering him to
“get his ass back to work,” giving his naked bottom a few openhanded
slaps of encouragement.
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7175c6 No.961
>>960With suitable motivation, the quality of his workmanship was
outstanding. Whenever Deborah came around with her lovely
outfits and feminine scent, Dick's dick got very hard. Then Dick
did whatever Deborah told him to do without question, no matter
what the personal cost was to him.
As Dick worked away upstairs, Deborah would go back downstairs
and find Crystal in the magnificent living room with the high
ceilings. Usually she would be reading. "How's Dick's dick?"
Crystal would ask. "Hard," Deborah would say nonchalantly, as
she thought of the naked man upstairs doing free construction for
them. It was an oft-repeated joke in the early days of their new
home.
Things could not be better for Deborah or Crystal. They had the
life that they wanted. They sometimes thought back to several
years earlier when they first met in the church basement. Then
they’d marvel at how far they had come.
Then, without warning, a series of unfortunate events beset upon
the women. First, the most tragic news: Deborah's older sister
was found dead in her home. Investigators soon determined that
she had been brutally raped and murdered. Deborah was crushed.
Although Ann had moved out of the state years before, she still
kept close contact with Deborah. For weeks, she didn't want to get
out of bed. Eventually though she began to perk up. The police
had captured a suspect. Feeling a little bit better about things,
Deborah summoned up the strength to travel to the site of the
arraignment.
The day Deborah flew to the arraignment, Kimiko was assaulted in
her apartment by a man who spotted her at the shopping mall and
followed her home. It had happened so fast. She was just about to
close her door and had her leather jacket half off, when a large
Caucasian male burst through the door and knocked her off her
feet. He moved to climb on top of her, but she stuck out her boot
and planted it in his lower stomach. The heel of her boot actually
pinched his uncircumcised penis up against his belly, but that
would turn out to be the least of his problems. Kimiko used his
weight and momentum against him and hurled him over her head,
where he crashed into a small table that rested against the wall.
Kimiko then proceeded to beat the living shit out of him – (Quite
literally - during the beating, the man actually shat himself!). As
he lay dazed on the floor, she climbed on top of him and bashed
his face in with her forearms.
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7175c6 No.963
>>961“That table has been in my family for over 50 years,” she squealed,
crunching his face with another vicious blow, as the man struggled
to squirm out from beneath her. But she had him down and
proceeded to beat him unconscious.
Unfortunately, because she had beaten him so badly (he suffered a
three broken ribs, a broken nose, and two broken cheekbones) the
charges against him were reduced to breaking & entering. It was a
slap on the wrist, if not for the fact he’d had the living crap kicked
out of him and was in the hospital for the month.
Although she was satisfied with the beat-down she’d administered,
Kimiko was furious! She knew the man intended to rape her and
she could not believe that he had escaped punishment beyond the
vigilante justice she had dished out with her own two hands.
Meanwhile, Deborah returned home with terrible news. The grand
jury had declined to file charges against the suspect in her sister's
murder! Despite an abundance of circumstantial evidence, they
had no DNA. The man had apparently used a condom and had not
left any trace of his presence on the scene. So, despite the fact that
a witness placed him on the scene and he had a dark criminal past,
the man went free.
For several weeks, Deborah went back into a funk. She managed
to get through work most days, but she was angry and lacked
energy. One Saturday, Crystal was in the kitchen chopping
vegetables when Deborah wandered in from a late sleep in her
pajamas.
"I have a crazy idea," said Deborah. "Let's grab that murderous
male pig and bring him here."
"Are you out of your mind?" said Crystal.
"No, I'm serious. We could totally do it. I was talking to Kimiko
about it, and she's down."
"You talked to Kimiko about it?"
"Yes. Criss, we're both black belts. We could handle him. We
have a huge basement. Dick is a good, loyal male. We'll make
him construct us a little mini-jail down there. Then we'll break this
scumbag down."
Crystal was stunned to see her mate talk that way, but at the same
time she found herself oddly turned on by it for reasons she
couldn’t entirely explain.
"C'mon Criss, this is a chance for us to make a difference, to do
some real good for the world. Plus, it will be fun. We'll break the fucking animal."
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7175c6 No.964
>>963Crystal asked for time to think about it. This was a big decision.
Did she want to take the risk? That night she was watching the
news. A man who had been released from prison on three separate
occasions had kidnapped and killed a college girl. The anchors
glossed over the story like it was no big deal.
Anchorwoman: “Just a terrible story there.”
Anchorman: “Indeed. Let’s turn our attention to sports. The Red
Sox are on a roll…”
Crystal was infuriated! She was tempted to call the news program,
but she realized the futility of such a move. Then, Crystal’s idea
crept its way back into her head.
Of course, this was insane. But she remembered what it was like
to feel pain herself. The world was an unsafe place right now. As
happy and successful she and Deborah both were, this would be a
dangerous but exciting new challenge. With a little daring and
adventure, they could make a real impact on the world, and bring
some attention to the female dominant lifestyle. She allowed
herself to dream: Maybe they could even change the way men
were punished on the planet.
She found her beautiful mate in the library working on the
computer. "Ok, I'm in," she said.
Deborah looked up and smiled.
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7175c6 No.965
Chapter 6
The next day, Dick worked on the second floor bathroom. It was a
beautiful space with a big bear claw tub. Dick had gutted the room
and was in the process of laying down an expensive tile pattern on
the floor. He had worked harder on this project than any project in
his life. She was a great motivator. The most beautiful woman
he'd ever seen, Deborah was not merely a pretty face and body, she
was the complete package. It was the way she carried herself, with
such grace and femininity. It was the way she spoke down to him
as though he was her subject.
He looked up and there she was. She wore a yellow sun dress.
The little straps hung over her perfect shoulders and framed her
perfect cleavage. The lower part of the dress hugged around her
hips and left him wondering what treasures must lay underneath,
even though it was hardly a mystery. It was a partial see-through
dress and he could see she was wearing yellow underpants.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but he thought he could see her
triangle beneath it all. She stood upright in her open-toed sandals
with her hands on her hips. As his loins swelled, he knew that he
now belonged to her. She reached down and grabbed
and gave it a gentle tug.
“Well, I see someone's happy to see me as usual.”
"Yes Miss Deborah."
"Dick, stand in the tub for me, I need to discuss something with
you."
He did as instructed. It was getting to the point that he would have
paid her for the privilege of fixing her house for her. Just for
moments like these.
To Dick’s surprise, she reached into the cabinet and pulled out
some lube. To his shock, she squeezed some onto her hand and
rubbed her hands together.
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7175c6 No.966
>>965She put her hands on his waist and gently turned his body so he
faced the full-length mirror on the wall behind him. Then, she
reached around his waist and took his genitals in her hands.
For the next ten minutes or so, he listened as she dictated her
outlandish plan. At times she almost forgot she was holding him
as she spoke passionately about the grand scheme. Then she
would look down, smile, and squeeze. It would require a great
deal of work on his part - she knew that – but it was a worthwhile
endeavor. Dick was totally captivated as he always was when
Deborah was near him. He would have gone to the end of the
world for this woman. Each time she asked him to do something,
she would give him a squeeze or a tug. How could he resist even if
he wanted to?
Finally, when it was clear he would be a most willing participant in
her plan, she began stroking him more authoritatively. He felt the
climax build from somewhere in his stomach. The sensation
migrated to his most sensitive organ. His body shivered as though
he had the flu, and he was overtaken with the most intense orgasm
he'd experienced since he was a teenager. He swooned, and had to
place his hand against the side of the tub to keep from collapsing.
Deborah laughed at her male puppet. She gracefully timed her
pumps to match his spurting until he was empty.
It took him five minutes to get his breath back. He felt lightheaded.
Deborah washed her hands and smiled to herself when she
knew he wasn't looking. Then, to her utter delight, he climbed out
of the tub and lay at her feet. He began kissing her toes and said,
"I'll do whatever you tell me to, my superior queen. Your wish is
my command."
"Good boy," said Deborah. She reached down and gave him a
quick pat on the head. "I'm very proud of you," she said.
“Make sure you clean your mess off my tub.” And then she was
gone.
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7175c6 No.967
>>966A month later, Dick proudly showed the women the basement.
He'd spent a great deal of his own money. Crystal tried to offer
him some money at least to cover his materials, but he refused. He
believed in what they were doing and he considered himself their
property (especially Deborah's although he neglected to mention
that since he knew Crystal was also his superior).
In the cavernous basement, he'd crafted five small 6'x6' cells, each
with a fancy 3" thick plexi-glass plate. It was straight out of
Silence of The Lambs. There was a small opening at the bottom of
cell, so the prisoners would be able to breathe, and a place to insert
a tray with food.
The stage was now set for the acquisition of Pig #1.
A week later, the man who had brutally raped and killed Deborah’s
sister was walking toward his apartment building late at night. An
attractive-looking Asian woman approached him. She asked him
what time it was and that was the last thing he remembered.
Fourteen hours later, he woke up, his head feeling like a cinder
block. He found himself in a dark room and a tiny cell.
He yelled out in anger, “What the fuck?” and “Help me!” For a
time, his cries went unanswered. Finally a few minutes later a
small woman came to the glass enclosure. She wore a doctor's
outfit.
The women had discussed how best to handle Pig #1. They
decided it would be best if Crystal took the lead. She was less
emotionally involved than Deborah. Plus, Crystal had a certain
relentlessness about her. It was part of what made her gifted with a
paddle or hairbrush. As she approached Pig #1's cage, she smirked in anticipation. She would enjoy this process thoroughly.
Indeed, she would take great pleasure in teaching him to respect,
fear, and ultimately worship her gender.
"You're under female control now," said Crystal without any inflection
in her voice.
"What? Who the fuck are you?" said the man.
"I'm a woman. That's who. I'm here to begin the process of
breaking you."
"Fuck you, you fucking cunt. When I get out of here I'm going to
destroy you."
"I can see you aren't going to make this easy on yourself."
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7175c6 No.969
>>967The little woman left and a moment later she returned with what
appeared to be a gun. She poked it in a hole in the thick plexiglass
and aimed at the man. He panicked and tried to move
around, but he had nowhere to go. He heard a zipping sound and
felt the dart sink into his stomach.
"You fucking CUNT!!" he said again.
"That's right," she said smiling. "And don't fucking forget it, caged
Pig."
He faded out of consciousness. Then, he awoke. He felt like it
had been hours, but it actually had been ten minutes - just enough
juice in the tranquilizer to immobilize him. The man found
himself tied over a leather pommel horse-like object in the middle
of the basement. Dick had done most of the heavy lifting. Loyal
Dick, who believed in what his superiors were doing and was the
perfect obedient soldier.
The man tried to move, but his arms and legs were bound by steel
cuffs. He looked in the mirror. The little woman was standing
behind him. He felt heat, and his heart began to beat faster. The
woman held up something that was glowing.
"I'm going to brand your ass now," she said with an evil smile.
"It's going to hurt."
Even before the molten steel made contact with his left ass cheek,
he began to scream. Then the pain hit. He heard a sizzling noise,
smelled the burning, and he screamed again. The little woman
didn't care. She held the steel firmly on his ass, implanting the
word "Panty" on him for eternity.
He panted and tried to catch his breath. He felt the tears run down
his cheeks.
"Oh look, you're crying already. Well, I'm not done." She took a
different red-hot steel poker and proceeded to burn his right ass
cheek. This time the word was, "Slave."
"Do you want to know what it says?" she asked.
"FUCK YOU!" he yelled defiantly.
"Oh, so angry and bitter. That will change. Anyway, it says 'Panty
Slave.'" She fell into hysterics. "That's right, you're my panty
slave, Pig. And soon, you're going to realize it's in your best
interests to act like it. She began petting his head. He shook
violently against the cuffs but they held. They were titanium. The
woman laughed at him.
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7175c6 No.970
>>969"Time for your shot," she said. With that, Crystal stuck a needle in
his ass, just above the newly formed ‘P.’ She injected him with a
solution of female hormones and Viagra. Except she added some
tranquilizer into this one since Dick needed to put him back in his
cage.
Upstairs, on a video monitor, Deborah and Kimiko watched and
smiled. Deborah even shed a tear of joy. Crystal came upstairs
and they gave her a hug. Then the three watched Dick put the pig
back in his cage.
The next day, Crystal came down to the basement with a tray of
food and water. She stood in front of the cage, eying the man. He
looked tired. "How's your branded ass, panty slave?" she asked,
laughing.
"Fuck you, cunt!"
Crystal gave him a slightly disappointed look. Then she shrugged
and walked away with the food and the tray of food.
"Wait, where are going. I'm thirsty! You fucking bitch!"
As Crystal walked up the stairs, his insults faded to silence.
The next day, she came back again. She stood in front of the cage
and asked the same question as before.
"How’s that branded ass, panty slave."
This time, the man had grown desperate. He feared he might be
dying of thirst. Still there was a note of defiance when he said, "It
hurts, what do you think?"
Say, "It hurts, but I deserved it, Superior Mistress."
The man paused. His pride welled up again. "Fuck you."
And again she left.
The next day they went through the same routine.
"How's you're burning asshole, panty slave."
The man was now beyond desperate. Crystal knew she had to treat
him today or he'd get a bad infection. Plus he'd probably die of
thirst. But to her delight he said, "It hurts, but I deserved it,
Superior Mistress."
"Good," she smiled, and slid the tray of food and drink in the open
slot.
She watched him eat and drink greedily. "We're going to have to
treat your burning asshole, pig," she said. I'm going to shoot you
again with the tranquilizer gun after you're done."
And so it went. When Crystal treated his asshole later that day (to
her delight it was swollen and welted something awful), she also
gave him his shot.
He realized he would have to depend on this woman for his
subsistence. He would get to her eventually. In the meantime, he
did as she instructed him and - even though it caused him great
anguish to do so - referred to her by her requested title.
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7175c6 No.971
>>970As the first two weeks passed, he also began to notice something
odd. He would get uncontrollable erections whenever she came
into the room. In addition, when he spoke it sounded as though his
voice rose an octave. His dreams were bizarre. He began
fantasizing about being taken advantage of by the little woman.
He masturbated constantly. Except, his masturbatory thoughts
were beginning to change. Instead of dreaming about choking
women while he raped them - his usual fantasy - he began to
dream about being raped himself. By a woman no less! One
night, he dreamt that he was in a French maid's outfit and the little
woman had a giant penis. He was on his knees and about to suck
on it when he woke up. He tried like crazy to push these thoughts
out of his head. But they persisted!
Then on day 15, when the woman dropped of his meal, something
strange happened. Not only did he pop an instant erection at her
mere presence, as he had all week long, but she didn't even have to
tell him to thank her. He meekly said, "Thank you Superior
Mistress." He was astonished at how high his voice had gotten.
And he felt himself say the word "Mistress" with a noticeable lisp.
It sounded like "Mithtreth." She laughed and made fun of his
pronunciation. He felt the angry instinct kick in. Who was this
fucking bitch to think she could talk to him, a big strong man like
that? But when he opened his mouth to call her a cunt, nothing
came out. He looked down and his penis was rock hard! Not only
that it was leaking clear fluid. He'd masturbated already that
morning. What the fuck was going on?
Then, even more shocking, he watched as the little woman stuck
just the front tip of her high heel underneath the plexi-glass. He
was on his knees about to begin eating, but he looked up at her.
"Kiss it," she said.
And without hesitating, he fell to his stomach and began kissing
her shoe. He reached for his cock and pumped away as he kissed
her shoe. Moments later, he begin spurting on the cold basement
floor. The little woman must have noticed it because she laughed
loudly as he writhed on the floor. "Good panty slave," she said.
And she was gone.
A little over a month into his enslavement, he had adapted to the
routine. He acted totally submissive in Crystal's presence, always
kissing the toe of his "Mithtreth's" shoe without hesitation.
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7175c6 No.972
>>971One day - it was a Sunday - although he could not possibly have
known that, Pig #1 awoke with his hands bound in front of him and
some kind of muzzle on his head. They must have done it to him
as he slept. He felt the fear well up inside him. Then, before his
panic could get out of hand, he heard the familiar sound of the little
woman approaching his cage. She had a certain clipped stride that
he associated with women. He salivated and his penis stiffened as
he heard her approach. This time, it sounded like she had
company. Sure enough, three women approached his cage.
The little woman was one of them, only today she wore a sleek
riding outfit and big knee-high leather boots. He nearly came
when he saw the outline of her crotch in her tight white riding
pants. Trailing behind her were two taller women. Both were
absolutely breathtaking. They wore similar outfits. One was an
Asian and the other a dark-haired beauty.
They opened the cage nonchalantly. The man felt the exciting
possibility of freedom for the first time, but he made no move to do
anything. He would bide his time if these cunts were stupid
enough to give him a chance. He wondered if they thought he'd
been tamed. The truth was, he felt docile and humble in their
presence, but he could feel his old male pride welling up inside of
him.
The little woman gently turned him so he was on his stomach. He
felt her attach something to his neck. Then to his astonishment, he
felt her little hand wrap beneath his ass. The other women were
behind him as well and he felt his legs being forced apart. One of
them had his balls in her hands now. He felt something tighten
around it. Then he felt a tug on his neck and his balls.
"On your knees, pig. We're taking you out for a Sunday morning
walk. Consider this your reward for good behavior."
He kneeled and faced the three women. They smiled at him, and
he felt he urge to kill rise up inside. Why did he have these
retarded submissive feelings? But as soon as the old Pig tried to
come back in, the weak thoughts took over.
"This is a big privilege for a pig like you," said the little woman.
“You don't want to violate our trust or there will be severe
consequences. You are to be our obedient little doggie. And if
you are, you'll get to be outside from time to time. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good."
They ushered him upstairs, and then before he knew it he was
crawling around outside. It was summertime and the fresh air felt
good, but he wasn’t used to the light. It nearly blinded him. He
suddenly felt a sting on one of his ass cheeks and looked back. It
was the beautiful dark-haired woman. "Keep your head down and
your legs moving, pig," she said.
The four of them made quite a site. Three totally composed
women striding along in relaxed conversation as the man scurried
along naked on his hands and knees. Every so often one of the
women would reach down with her whip and give him a reminder
of his position. His ass still had scabs on it from the branding.
The whips hurt quite a bit. He began to tear up and his erection
began to subside.
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7175c6 No.973
>>972After the Asian woman whipped his ass for a third time, he
decided he had enough. He was weak from his incarceration, but
just maybe he could make a run for it. After all, they were just
women and they were wearing riding boots.
He ran aimlessly off toward the woods. The three women looked
at one another. None of the three showed the least bit of panic. It
was as though they had been expecting this.
Crystal put her dainty little thumb and index finger in her mouth
and let loose a high pitched whistle.
Pig #1 was maybe 100 yards away when he heard the deep guttural
growl of the dog. Then he heard the barking, which grew
alarmingly louder. Suddenly he found himself threatened by a
large dog. He thought it might be a German Shepherd. The dog
stood his ground and growled at him. He froze and turned back
toward the house. As he turned he saw the little woman
approaching. She walked briskly but without any rush. She didn't
seem at all concerned that he was out in the open.
For a moment the man thought he should attack his female
tormentor. He took one step toward her and she raised her arm.
She was holding something in her hand. He couldn't tell what it
was. But when she fired it at him, he knew what it was - a tazer.
The charge sunk into his naked chest and he immediately felt the
jolt hit him. He fell like a stone.
Crystal watched amused as the man convulsed on the ground in
front of her. Their dog, Goddess, also watched, amused herself as
much as dogs can be amused. Crystal's looked down at the Pig’s
penis, which began to leak urine onto the forest bed. Now
that was truly amusing.
“He’s peeing himself,” she yelled happily to Deborah and Kimiko.
She waited for his convulsions to stop as she stood over him, her
hips thrust forward, hands on her waist. "The sooner you realize
that you're our property, the easier this is going to be for you," she
said. "Now get up, panty slave."
He got up wearily to his feet, resigned to his recapture. She stood
behind him and ordered him to march back toward the house.
"March! Pick those legs up nice and high for me. I want the other
ladies to see that penis bob up and down. C’mon, give them a
proper show of obedience!" She gave him a hard smack on the ass
with her whip to add weight to her words.
Pain was a powerful motivator. The male did as she instructed
him, lifting his knees high in the air. The motion caused his penis
to rise. The other two women had a nice view as he approached
them.
Suddenly, without warning, the beautiful brunette stepped forward
and, as the man watched in horror, her foot shot up and crashed
into his exposed balls. He fell forward and landed on his face.
The pain was crippling. He saw feminine boots around him as he
tried to catch his breath. Then, he felt a tug on both leashes and he
was forced rudely up to his knees again.
He was ushered back inside and down into the dreaded basement.
There, inside his cell to his utter horror, was a tiny cage. Before he
could do anything, they forced him inside the cage and locked the
door. He now found himself jammed in a tight confined space.
His only option was to stay on his hands and knees.
The women mocked him. "Now there's a properly caged pig," said
the brunette.
"We're going to enjoy a nice leisurely brunch. We might check in
with you later in the afternoon. Consider this your attitude
adjustment," said the little woman.
After several hours, his joints were killing him. Almost every
muscle in his body was stiff.
The little woman came downstairs to check on him. "How's it
going in there, panty slave?" she asked.
"I'm in pain," he said. "Please help me."
"Not yet," she said. "You need to learn to obey and respect
women. You failed to do that today and now you are suffering the
consequences."
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Were you sorry when you committed acts of violence as a free
male?"
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7175c6 No.974
>>973"I'll never do it again," he said.
"I know you won't. That much I'm quite certain of," she said with
an aloof tone. "Now, I've brought some things for you." She
reached through the cage and handed him a weird device. "This is
a special chastity belt. I want you to attach it around that little
penis. It's to ensure you aren't allowed any pleasure without
female consent.”
"Notice, the bulb hanging off the back of it. That goes into your
asshole," she said. "You might not be in a regular prison, but we
still want to make sure you take it in the ass," she said, laughing at
her own joke.
"What. Fuck!" he said angrily. He began kicking against the cage
in anger, which did nothing other than make a good deal of noise.
"Anger will get you nowhere," she said. "I was going to come
down with the ladies and let you out of your cage in an hour. Now
it's two hours. Want to go for more?"
"N- no, Mistress," he said.
"Good, now stick your ass out. It's time for your hormone shot. In
case your wondering, we're giving you a hormone designed to
feminize you and make you more compliant." She didn't tell him
about the Viagra that they included in the shot to make him horny.
She stuck the needle in his compliant ass. He felt the sting and the
humiliation that came with being so owned. He began to cry.
"Now you’re getting it," she said. "Now we'll be back in two hours
to check our chastity belt. DON'T disappoint us. You know how
vindictive we can be. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," he said, a tear rolling down his cheek.
The next two hours went by like molasses for the man. He
couldn't believe he had to lock up his penis in the belt, not to
mention force something into his anus. But he had no choice. He
felt the rage, but it was quick to subside. He also felt horny. He
masturbated twice before cramming his penis into the device and
clicking it shut. With great difficulty he stuck the flexible dildolike
object into his behind. He grunted as it went in.
Two hours seemed to take forever. He was in such agonizing pain.
It felt more like four hours. Finally, he heard the clipped stride of
the so-called weak gender approach. The door opened and all
three women stood around his cage.
The little woman spoke. "That was a long two hours, huh?"
"Yes Mistress."
"That's because it was four hours, Pig. We watched you pleasure
yourself twice on the monitor." She pointed to a video camera
trained on the man's cell. So we decided to punish your dumb ass
again."
"Idiot," said the brunette dismissively.
“Shithead,” said the Japanese lady.
"We know exactly what you are doing at all times, and we will
control and modify your behavior as we see fit," said the little
woman conclusively.
The man took a deep gulp as the realization of her comments sunk
in.
He heard a click and his cage opened. He crawled out and
stretched meekly on the floor at the feet of the women. He felt
weak.
"Kiss each of the boots of your female superiors," ordered the little
woman.
Wordlessly, he dragged himself around the room and obeyed the
command.
"Now look up at us, panty slave," said the little woman.
He looked up and they all held their necklaces out. He was
confused. Then he looked closer. They held tiny keys.
"These are the keys to our chastity belt. We now control your
pleasure exclusively. Some day, if you become a properly trained
panty slave, we might grant you release. Keep that in mind."
The truth was, there was only one scenario where the women
would grant their prisoner release and it would only be conducted
in the most degrading circumstances imaginable.
“Pig #1 began crying softly at the feet of his cruel new owners. He
apologized over and over for his bad deeds, and begged for
forgiveness.”
“Too little, too late,” said the little woman. “If you behave
properly, we will grant you pleasure once in a blue moon.”
“-In only the most excruciating way possible,” said the brunette
disdainfully.
As the three women left, Crystal took one last look of disgust at the
destroyed male filth on the floor of the cell. She approached his
cell and pressed her crotch against the plexi glass. “I hope you
think of this often, and how it destroyed you. Enjoy getting used
to the spikes in your new penis constrictor. We think it’s just
perrrfect for a male like you." Pig #1 watched her amazing ass sway as it moved swiftly away from his plexiglass.
Suddenly, he felt sharp biting all along his penis and he began to cry again. “Sleep well,”
he heard her shout just before the door closed and it was dark
again.
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7175c6 No.1001
>>974Damn, this is goood. Moar please.
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7175c6 No.1002
>>974Another month passed by. Pig #1 started showing significant
progress. He was more docile than ever, and he spoke with a high
pitched lisp. He was now completely resigned to his fate. Each
day he would fawn over the little woman as she came down to feed
him. He hoped she would be kind enough to grand him release,
since he was horny all the time. His penis constantly strained
against the cage of his chastity belt. It pushed itself against little spikes,
causing a knifing pain, and reminding him his pleasure was
severely restricted. The woman noticed and taunted him
mercilessly.
"Looks like that poor caged penis is trying to escape, panty slave.
It seems to be less resigned to its fate than you are," she laughed.
"If only you could get control over that stupid little deformity! Of course, you can't though. That's
why WE had to control it."
In recent weeks, he'd grown increasingly fixated on her crotch.
She always wore tight outfits and he marveled at the feminine
shape of the little "v" emanating from between her hips. He was
captivated by it and it caused him intense pain. Yet he couldn't
look away. She seemed to know this and always made it a point to
thrust it out toward his prison bars during her daily visits.
One day she arrived with a package. She pushed it into his cell
along with his supper.
"Open it," she said.
It was a matching set of pink panties, pink stockings, high heels, a
bra, high heels and lipstick. Everything was pink. In addition,
there was a 2"x4" piece of wood. Mounted to the wood was a
large black penis-shaped dildo. It looked almost a foot long.
"Put on the outfit for me," she said.
There was no hesitation any more. He knew that she was the
authority in his life now. Resistance was no longer an option.
While she watched, he began to put on the outfit.
"You have an audience," she said, pointing to the camera. "Several
women upstairs are enjoying themselves in the comfort of our
mansion as they watch you put on a show."
He didn't slow down. Soon he had the entire outfit on.
"Well, well, well," she said laughing. "Look at you, a perfectly
sissified panty slave. Thank your mistress for sissifying you."
"Thank you for sissifying me, mistress."
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7175c6 No.1003
>>1002"Believe me, it's my pleasure. Now I have good news for you
slave. You can use the dildo to pleasure yourself. With your
chastity belt, you won't get any real pleasure of course," she said.
"But if you fuck your ass with the dildo, you can massage your
prostate gland and your penis will leak some fluid. It might help
your poor blue balls," she said.
Pig #1 immediately mounted the dildo and bounced up and down
until it wedged deep inside his asshole.
"Say 'I'm a sissy slut'" said the little woman.
"I'm a sissy slut," he said, his face reddening.
"LOUDER," she ordered. "And repeat it over and over again as
you fuck yourself."
The pig obeyed his master. His anus felt like it was being torn
apart by the dildo, but he couldn't stop himself. He yelled the
words over and over again, feeling perhaps the tiniest hint of
pleasure in his penis as he screwed himself. The little woman
stood and watched with her hands on her hips. The man noticed
the look on her face. It was one of complete satisfaction. His
master –
Then she began laughing. It was an evil, lustful laugh. As he
realized she was laughing at him, the man felt the tiniest bit of
anger rise up in him for the first time in weeks. But the anger was
quickly suppressed by the desire to impale himself deeper on the
dildo. He felt his ass land on the 2"x4" as the dildo now reamed
him to the hilt. He placed his hands on the two by four and pushed
himself up off the ground. Then he prepared to ream himself
again.
The conquering of Pig #1 only enhanced the women's desire to
expand their dominance over the weaker gender. Soon they
captured a second Pig (the aptly named Pig #2) and put him in
training. After watching Crystal break down Pig #1, Kimiko was
eager to do the same to another evil man. With Crystal’s blueprint
in hand, it was with great relish that the young Japanese woman set
out to systematically transform Pig #2 from dangerous offender to
pussywhipped, docile panty slave.
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7175c6 No.1004
>>1003Pig #2 was full of rebellion in the early stages, but that all began to
change the day Kimiko branded his ass. Then as she led him back
into his cage, she stopped in front of Pig #1's cage. There, Pig #2
watched in horror as this panty-clad sissybitch bounced mindlessly
up and down on a dildo in the middle of the cell. He made a weird
grunting sound every time he came down on the dildo. He also
drooled with pleasure. The Asian woman laughed triumphantly
and said, "That will be you soon." He tried to resist, but Kimiko
was too strong for him. She had a pressure point on his shoulder
and he was powerless to resist. He felt a shove and he tumbled
face first onto the floor of his cell. He screamed, "you fucking
cunt!" But the Asian woman ignored him. He kept yelling as he
heard the staccato clicks of her heels and then the finality of the
heavy basement door slamming shut. When she was gone, he
broke down in tears when he realized what was to become of him.
Thanks to an inheritance, Pig #2 was quite wealthy. But that all
changed when he was drugged and coerced into revealing the
location of his money. A quick trip to the bank on a Saturday
morning by an innocent-looking Crystal, and all his money was
neatly transferred into Crystal and Deborah's off-shore account.
Crystal shook hands with the young female customer service rep at
the bank and walked out with a smile, knowing she'd just duped a
male out of more than
$4,000,000. She found the experience
almost as satisfying as administering a good hard spanking with a
hairbrush. The ladies would celebrate that night with the best
champagne and a meal fit for the queens that they had become.
They drank a toast to the ruination of Pig #2. In the basement
below, Pig #2 slept on his stomach, trying to cope with the searing
and throbbing pain he felt on his ass cheeks. He could hear
muffled female chatter and laughter above him and it drove him to
a fury. He was hit with the realization that the women had
outsmarted him.
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7175c6 No.1005
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7175c6 No.1006
>>1004The man behind the wheel worked in law enforcement. His name
was Steven Fuller. Like Deborah and Crystal, he was 29. Thanks
to some nice work in cracking a couple of drug cases, he'd recently
been promoted to detective. Today’s assignment had him out in
“East Bumfuck,” as he joked (ironically) with the dispatcher. His
boss had given him a lead on a missing persons case. He sighed
when he thought of his assignment. The rookie detectives always
got the crappiest cases, and this was no exception.
The missing person was a fairly notorious scumbag, who was
under suspicion of several heinous crimes. He lived out of state,
but recently had been suspected of a vicious rape and murder of a
woman in his home state. The detectives from his state had
contacted his bureau in an effort to seek leads. None of them gave
a shit about the guy either, but his family was making a lot of
noise. It wasn’t like him to just disappear like that.
Now Steven found himself driving out on a dirt road to visit the
sister of the woman who had been murdered. There was motive,
since the guy had been acquitted, but this was ridiculous. He told
the captain it seemed like a waste of time. Then they showed him
a photo of the woman he was going to interview. Her name was
Deborah Callaway and she was gorgeous! Supposedly she was a
prominent physician as well. Steve felt a twitch in his pants every
time he looked at the photo. Even though this was a waste of time,
he would enjoy getting to meet her face to face.
He wished he didn't have to drive so far out into the boondocks on
a Saturday. He'd never been to this part of the state and from the
looks of it he wasn't missing anything. It was nothing but trees and
the occasional cow pasture. He saw the mailbox up ahead and
turned into a heavily pockmarked dirt road. Why would such a
beauty live in the middle of nowhere? He made a point to ask her
that.
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7175c6 No.1007
>>1006Deborah and Crystal were just coming back from their morning
ride when they saw the SUV in front of the house. A man in a suit
stood outside the car. As they got closer, they could see he was of
average height and build. He was clean cut and handsome. They
knew Kimiko, who was working on Pig #2 in the basement, would
be made aware of the SUV’s incursion by the sensors they had
placed at the head of the driveway.
The women wore tight riding outfits, and Steve had to take a deep
breath as they dismounted. They were both a sight for a single
guy. The smaller one had a fantastic ass, while Deborah - the
woman he had come to interview - had a fantastic everything. As
she dismounted the horse and turned to him, he couldn't help but
notice a vertical crease at the bottom of the natural rise in her
pelvic region. She was stunning, and she had the most beautiful
camel toe he'd ever seen. He struggled to maintain his composure
as he introduced himself.
Crystal went inside, while Deborah indicated she'd be happy to
answer his questions, but would he walk with her to the stables, so
she could put her horse away?
The two walked to the stables together. Steven tried to avoid
looking at the beautiful woman and her skin-tight white riding
pants. He looked straight forward as he spoke, although he
couldn't help but steal (or so he thought) an occasional glance at
her black knee-high boots, or her lower body, as he told her the
reason for him being there.
Detective Fuller didn’t realize who he was dealing with. Both
Deborah and Crystal had evolved into serious dominant women in
the past few years. These were women you didn't want to trifle
with. On the surface, Deborah appeared to be a sweet, gorgeous
piece of tail in the prime of womanhood. She was all those things
except for the "sweet" part. When it came to men, Deborah had
evolved into an arrogant, manipulative Cunt with a capital "C."
She was a wealthy, powerful diva, who loved nothing more than to
prove her supremacy over males.
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7175c6 No.1008
>>1007She spoke to Detective Fuller with a friendly but aloof tone. She
wondered why he'd be visiting her. What could she possibly have
to do with some man's disappearance? As his questioning
continued, she began to get more and more dismissive with him.
She could tell he had nothing and that he probably didn’t want to
be there.
"I mean, really Detective, Steven is it?"
"Yes."
"Steven, don't the police have better things to do with their time
than pursue some dirtball who hopefully got what was coming to
him?" She raised her eyes challengingly.
Detective Fuller agreed with her, but he needed to maintain
professionalism.
"We don't pick favorites, Miss Calloway."
"You don't?" she smiled again as though she knew him. "I'm sure
you put the same amount of time and effort into finding a piece of
garbage that you do in finding a kidnapped little girl. Is that
right?"
"Well, no comment," he said, blushing.
She turned and faced him. "I hope they string this guy up by the
balls," she said. "Oh sorry, I probably shouldn't joke about that
with a male," she smiled and glanced beckoningly down at his
crotch.
Then she dropped a saddling tool in between them. It didn’t look
like an accident. She made no move to pick it up. Instead she just
stared at him.
Against his better judgment, Detective Fuller made eye contact
with the woman. He sensed her steely determination as she waited
for him to pick up the tool.
He kneeled down to pick it up, and as he did he couldn't help but
look up. He saw the majestic camel toe and felt the familiar
twinge again.
He handed the tool to her. She took it but held his hand
momentarily. She appeared to analyze it before she released her
surprisingly firm grip. Then she said, "Anything else?"
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7175c6 No.1009
>>1008"No, that ought to do it, Miss Calloway," he said, rising to his feet.
She walked him back to his car. He had a raging hard-on from
being in the same space as the woman. He could feel the heat in
his groin and hoped she wouldn't notice. When they got to his car,
she turned and faced him.
“Will that be all?” she said with a smirk, looking down yet again.
"That’s all for now,” he said throatily. Thanks for your time, Miss
Calloway."
"You're welcome," she said as she again stared openly at his groin.
Detective Fuller felt the beads of perspiration roll down his armpits
as he exited the property. Why couldn't he control his erection?
What the hell was the matter with him?
For the rest of the day, he could think of nothing but Deborah. He
had never seen anyone so beautiful. And yet, it was something
more. He'd made Detective because of his above average instincts.
And they told him Deborah was a dominant female. She had to be.
When he arrived home to his filthy apartment, he headed straight
to the bathroom. He yanked his pants down and began pumping
his penis furiously. His balls had been killing him the entire ride
home. In less than a minute he shot a huge gushing load into a
waiting tissue. It soaked the tissue and then just kept coming, spurt
after spurt. He thought of the way Deborah talked to him like he
was a jerk. The way she toyed with him and made him aware that
she knew he was in an excited state.
Detective Steve Fuller had a secret. From an early age, he had an
intense desire to submit himself sexually to women. Throughout
his life, he was infatuated with the idea that the physically weaker
gender could wield such control over his emotions. Nothing
turned him on more than the idea of being subjugated by a
beautiful woman.
From the moment he'd laid eyes on Deborah, he knew he found his
dream girl. She had to be a femdom. The way she carried herself
throughout his interrogation. She was so aloof, and regal. She had
such confidence and sass. She had such a wonderfully bitchy
quality to her.
While these thoughts swum around in his head, Detective Fuller
felt a lingering suspicion that Deborah might be involved in the
man’s disappearance. He felt like she might be involved in the
man's disappearance. He wanted to do the right thing and bring
perpetrators of crime to justice. But in this case he was heavily
conflicted. The missing man was a criminal. The world was better
off without him. What if he had to bring her to justice? Surely
he’d do the right thing. Then he thought of the incredible vertical
slit in Deborah’s riding pants. Again, he began to weaken. He
headed back to the bathroom and imagined her slit sliding back
and forth on his back and the heel of her black boot digging into
his rib cage.
As he pumped away for a second time in less than an hour, he
vowed to find an excuse to visit Deborah for a follow-up interview.
At the same time Detective Fuller was busy in his bathroom,
Deborah was sitting down to a late lunch with Crystal and Kimiko.
The girls dined on bread, cheese, fruit, and a nice French Rose.
The unexpected visit had not deterred Kimiko from the ongoing
breaking of Pig #2. In fact, at the same time Crystal dealt with the
Detective, Kimiko had been training Pig #2 with a 6" dildo. She
chose to break him in gradually. But on this day, the women
weren't especially interested in the Pigs in the basement. The topic
of conversation was Detective Fuller.
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7175c6 No.1010
>>1009Crystal: "So, should we be worried?"
Kimiko: "Yeah, how much does he know?"
Deborah: "Ladies, you need not worry." She smiled like the cat
that ate the canary.
Crystal: "Pray tell?"
Deborah: "Detective Fuller is a male wimp. In fact, I hope he
comes back because I intend to enslave him."
Kimiko: "Get the fuck out of here." (laughing)
Deborah: "No, it's 100% true. I'm certain our little bloodhound has
a deep dark secret that he's just begging to have exposed. In fact,
I'd bet you a thousand dollars he's home jerking his little gherkin
right now."
Crystal: "Sweet!"
Kimiko: "But, how can you be certain?"
Crystal: "Kimiko, it’s Deborah. She knows."
Deborah: "I'd bet everything in the world that Detective Fuller
would love nothing more than to kneel at my feet and take orders
from me."
Kimiko: "But what did you see?"
Deborah proceeded to describe the intimate details of the visit.
She told them how Detective Fuller couldn't look her in the eye,
how he was so easily flustered, and how he popped a boner on the
walk back from the stables.
Kimiko: "Too funny!"
Deborah: "At one point, I intentionally dropped that saddling tool
and he kneeled down to pick it up. I got ahold of his hand…"
Crystal: "Wait, let me guess. Was it on the small side?"
Deborah: "Oh yes."
The three burst out laughing. Deborah continued. "I have no
doubts our little Detective has a submissive tiny little cock."
More laughter filled the large dining room.
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7175c6 No.1011
>>1010Deborah: "I'm just dying for him to pay us a return visit."
Kimiko: "I don't know, sweetie. We don't want the police
sneaking around here. We could get in a lot of trouble."
Crystal: "You're right and we've talked about our plan in case that
happens. Still, it's a dangerous game we're playing."
Deborah: "It is, and wouldn't it be nice to have a Detective on our
side?"
Crystal turned and admired her beautiful partner. What was
Deborah up to now? "Are you actually brazen enough to pull this
off?"
Deborah: "Honestly, I'm not trying to be arrogant. But I think it
will be a piece of cake. I'm 100% sure of it. Just trust me, ladies."
She squeezed her thighs and felt the wetness in her expensive silk
panties.
Kimiko: "Ok, I trust you."
Crystal: "So do I."
Deborah: "Good, because here's what we're going to do." The
three ladies discussed the plan as they lingered over their lunch.
As Deborah explained it to Crystal and Kimiko, the other women
felt more and more confident it would work. They both began to
feel the familiar buzz of power as they realized how much fun it
would be.
As Deborah convinced the girls of her plan, she realized how
positively hungry she was to defeat Detective Fuller. He was quite
handsome. She’d take great pleasure in personally attending to his
humiliation. She took a deep breath and composed herself. Then
she flipped her luxurious hair back, and finished lunch.
Two days later, Detective Fuller's cell phone lit up with an
unknown phone number. He answered and a smooth female voice
was on the other end of the line.
"Detective Fuller, hi it's me Deborah Calloway. I was hoping you
might be able to drop by this afternoon if you could. I had one
more thought on that man’s disappearance."
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7175c6 No.1012
>>1011Detective Fuller felt his heart skip a beat. It was odd for her to do
this, but he didn't really care what she had to say. It was an
opportunity to be near her and he wasn't about to pass that up. He
had not stopped thinking about her since the other day.
As he drove along the interstate, he allowed his thoughts to drift.
What could Deborah Calloway possibly want with him? Did she
sense his weak side when they first met? He allowed himself to
wonder what might happen. His cock throbbed in his pants the
entire ride out and he tried to think of things to make it go down.
He thought of his grandmother and then cursed himself for doing it
even though it always made his boner subside. But then his
thoughts drifted back to Deborah, to that camel toe. He would
throb again.
Deborah welcomed him with a smile and beckoned him to her
office. It was a spacious room with a female's touch. They
decorated with sparse, modern furniture. Medical journals were
piled along the wall and on the coffee table. Deborah sat in a big
leather chair and crossed her legs over her gray wool skirt. She
wore fancy black boots. The heels must have been 5". She had a
white button down shirt tucked neatly into her wool skirt, well
above her waistline. The skirt highlighted her feminine
midsection.
She had Detective Fuller sit facing her in a straight-backed chair.
He sat, somewhat uncomfortably, as he struggled to control his
emotions in front of this beautiful woman. He could feel the sweat
creeping in already, as opposed to Deborah, who was maturely
composed. In fact, it was hard to believe they were the same age.
"So," Deborah got right down to business. "I have to be truthful
with you. I didn't invite you here because I had anything more to
tell you about that guy's disappearance. I actually invited you for a
different reason."
"Yes, what is that," Detective Fuller said nervously.
Deborah rose gracefully to her feet. She walked over to the side of
Detective Fuller's chair and looked down at him. She thrust her
hips out ever so slightly toward his face.
Detective Fuller was frozen. Deborah reached down and took his
chin in her hand. She pulled it ever so slightly toward her. "You
see that?" she said, looking down at the protrusion directly below
her stomach.
"Yes," Detective Fuller mumbled.
"Well, that's as close as your ever going to get to it. Understand?"
She said.
"Yes, Miss Calloway" Detective Fuller said again. He was almost
robotic under her spell.
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7175c6 No.1013
>>1012"I know all about guys like you. Take your clothing off and kneel
before me."
He immediately jumped up and began doing as she ordered him to
do. Deborah chucked at his compliance.
She sat back down in the big chair and pointed to him. "Don't
keep me waiting," she said.
Detective Fuller sped up, quickly stripping down to his underwear.
As he did, Deborah continued, "Tell me how badly you were
hoping this happened?"
"Very badly, ma'am," he said.
She laughed. "I thought so. Now, hurry up and get those
underpants off! I want to see it."
Detective Fuller took a deep gulp. He had met his destiny. He
yanked down his underwear and kneeled, trembling in front of
Deborah Calloway.
She again laughed that evil laugh. "I knew it," she said. "Look at
that little boy's dick.” She tapped it with her boot. “You know
how I knew you had a small penis?"
"No ma'am," he said.
"Look at you. Calling me ma'am without me even telling you to.
That’s how I knew you had a mini dick."
"Yes ma'am," was all he could say.
"What a wimp you are. Right when I met you the other day I knew
you were a pussy slave. Do you want to be my pussy slave?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then say 'Superior Mistress Deborah, I humbly submit myself to
be your pussy slave."
"Superior Mistress Deborah, I humbly submit myself to be your
pussy slave."
She laughed again, and stuck her boot into his face. "Lick it," she
said. With her other foot, she began jabbing the base of his scrotum
lightly, and pinning his throbbing rock hard penis painfully against his stomach.
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7175c6 No.1014
>>1013As she toyed with him, she lectured him. "My pussy is your
master," she said. "Stop worshipping my foot for a second and
look right here." She pointed down between her legs, the tip of her
pointer finger ever so lightly touching the fabric of her wool skirt.
Detective Fuller, who at this point was practically drunk with
desire, stared at her finger and the fabric beneath it.
"That's your master," she said. "I saw you gawking at it the other
day, you dog.”
She stuck her boot back into his mouth and trapped his penis
against his belly with her other boot grinding it slightly. "Your penis is the perfect
opposite to my pussy. You see, I'm in possession of my vagina,
but I'm also in possession of your penis." His penis grew even harder,
as if it heard her.
"See that? Look at how your brain is connected to your little
penis," she said. "Since I control your little penis, I control your
mind. Are we abundantly clear?" She punctuated it with a twist of her foot.
"Yes, ma'am," Detective Fuller said. He'd never felt anything
close to this before. He was so completely under her spell.
"This is not a joke, Steven," she said. "From now on, I own you,"
she said. "You're going to be my obedient little puppet. Your first
loyalty and first duty is to me. Are we clear?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And your second loyalty is to my female associates, Crystal and
Kimiko."
Without warning the door opened. Detective Fuller was shocked
to see two women walk in. One was the little lady he'd seen the
other day. Both of them were in similar attire; skirts, blouses, and
high heels.
Deborah ordered Steven to the floor. He was made to kiss the feet
of both women.
Kimiko spoke, "Looks like you were right about his little dick,"
she said.
Crystal said, "Wow, Detective, looks like you're a private dick no
longer."
Everyone laughed.
Crystal continued, "What must it be like going through life with a
dick like that? Not so much fun, I imagine."
"No ma'am."
Crystal laughed, "It didn't take Debbie long to train you. And we
have the whole thing on tape."
"What?" he said, suddenly feeling queasy.
"Don't act all surprised, Steven," Deborah said. She stood and
slapped Steven's face. "You are ours now. Get down on the floor
and apologize to Miss Crystal for questioning her authority."
He did as he was told. When Deborah spoke, his only thought was
to please her. It felt good - better than he ever felt. He could feel
his career crumbling down around him. But he didn’t care. The
only thing that mattered was her.
As though she could read his mind, Deborah spoke, "You can't
resist me, Steven, so you might as well give in. Look at that stiff
little dick.” She spoke deliberately. “You're my penis puppet.
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7175c6 No.1015
>>1014Say, ‘I'm your penis puppet Miss Deborah.’"
"I'm your penis puppet, Miss Deborah."
The room filled with laughter.
"Now, thank Miss Crystal and Miss Kimiko for taping you. It's
only going to make it easier for you to accept your new reality."
He realized she was right. "Thank you, Miss Crystal and Miss
Kimiko for taping me."
"Our pleasure," said both ladies simultaneously.
"Now," Deborah continued, "I want you to put on a show for us
with that stiff little penis. Are you hungry?" She asked. All three
ladies laughed.
Steven couldn't believe where this was going. He'd long fantasized
about being forced to do naughty things in front of beautiful
women. Now it was all becoming a reality. He shook with
pleasure. "Yes ma'am," he mumbled.
Kimiko pointed at his dick, "Look at his penis. It's positively
quivering!"
"That's because he loves being humiliated by women. Isn't that
right, Steven?" said Deborah.
"Yes ma'am."
"Then tell us! Tell us how you love serving the superior gender!"
"I love serving the superior gender!"
More laughter.
"That's because you can't satisfy us with that little penis," Deborah
said. "So your only way to service us is to be our clown puppet.
Isn't that right."
"Yes ma'am."
Suddenly Crystal stepped in. "Deborah asked you a question
before. Are you hungry?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I told you he was a cum-guzzler," said Deborah. "Aren't I right,
Steven. Tell us all how much you'd love to guzzle your own cum."
Detective Fuller was shocked! It was like they had read his mind
and tapped into his fantasies. "Please, let me guzzle my own
cum."
More laughter. "Looks like we've got the afternoon’s
entertainment all set," said Deborah, as she pointed at him and
laughed.
The ladies all sat down. Deborah then made him go from woman
to woman and beg for the right to whack off and guzzle his own
cum. The ladies all pretended to deliberate. Finally, Kimiko left
the room to get the video camera. Then she returned and began
assembling a tri-pod.
Deborah ordered him to the floor. "Now, throw your legs up over
your head and point your little penis at your mouth."
The three women stood proudly above him, hands on their hips. It
occurred to them that controlling men had almost become too easy.
Kimiko got the camera at a perfect angle, covering his red face,
and his hand, which already was on his hard penis.
"I didn't give you permission to touch that filthy little penis! Take
your fucking hand away," Deborah said haughtily.
Steven took his hand away but didn't say anything.
"Say 'yes Miss Deborah'?" Kimiko stepped onto his open groin and
began pushing his balls against his stomach.
"Yeah where are your manners, you clown pig?" said Crystal
leaning over and giving his red face a couple of slaps.
"I have to hand it to you, Deborah. You told us he was a weakling
last week," Crystal said, giving Steven another slap. "Look how
much he loves being abused by us,"
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7175c6 No.1016
>>1015Deborah pulled up the chair next to Steven. She sat comfortably
and smoothed her wool skirt, barely able to contain her glee over
the beauty of what was taking place. She stared with great
amusement at his throbbing penis. It stuck out like a sore red
thumb, and the sensitive glands side was pointing toward her.
She began tweaking his throbbing dick with just her pointer finger.
She ran her long red fingernail up and down the underside. "Look
at you, you fool," she said. "I want to hear you beg me to forcefeed
you your dirty load. C’mon, snort for us like an obedient little
cum-slut."
Steven's entire body tingled, especially his chest. His eyes were in
a far off place, as he submitted his body and mind to the superior
beings. To say that he was in fact, a "clown-puppet" at that point
would be 100% spot on. He knew he had been reduced to a toy to
be used solely for female entertainment purposes. And he loved it.
He began snorting and begging his new Mistress. "Please Miss
Deborah, Miss Crystal and Miss Kimiko, force-feed me my dirty
load."
He repeated the phrase again and again, as his body chattered from
nothing more than Deborah’s teasing little fingernail.
Deborah pulled her finger away. "Don't think I'm going to lift
more than a finger for your perverted fantasies. Spank it out
yourself, wimp."
Steven thanked her and began pumping furiously away. It didn't
take him more than 15 pumps before his entire body went stiff.
"Don't swallow anything until I tell you to," Deborah said. Steven
heard her voice echo in his sub consciousness - he would do as she
said.
The three women watched fascinated as he began to pump thick
jets of sperm into and around his open mouth. By now, they'd seen
men do this dozens, if not hundreds of times under their command.
But it never got old. This latest chump seemed to be especially
whipped by them, and they felt the satisfaction deep within their
vaginas as he made such a willing and passionate spectacle of
himself in front of them.
Crystal and Kimiko laughed and cheered as he emptied the
contents of his ball sack into his waiting tongue and face.
Deborah stuck out her boot and scooped up the semen that had
missed his mouth. "Let me help you clean up every last drop.
There's a few more chunks for you to get in your mouth. That's it,
stick out that tongue!”
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7175c6 No.1017
>>1016Steven looked up in adoration. He could see up Deborah’s skirt
and he saw the satiny white panties that hugged around her perfect
jewel. He stuck out his tongue and eagerly lapped at the spunk she
served up to him.
"Remember, don't swallow yet," she said.
Crystal, who was still kneeling over him, spit into his mouth.
Kimiko leaned forward and did the same.
"You feel the spermies swimming around your mouth?" Deborah
said.
"Yes Miss Deborah," he gurgled. Suddenly Steven didn't feel so
great about being here. He had gotten his sexual release and he
realized what a fool he was making of himself. But he had
nowhere to go and knew he'd been had.
"Swallow," Deborah said, and the three women watched with great
pleasure as he consumed his own ejaculate.
"Now that's a good cum guzzler," Deborah said. She made him
crawl to Crystal and Kimiko and thank them while kissing their
feet. Then she ordered him back onto his knees. The three of them
laughed at him. Crystal said, "That's girl power right there." And
they slapped each other five like they were members of a sports
team.
Steven kneeled stupidly while they congratulated each other. Then
Deborah ordered him to sit in front of the women.
"Now that you're officially our slave, there's something you need
to know, Steven," Deborah began. She then proceeded to tell him
about what they had done and what was in the basement. As she
spoke, she stridently defended their actions and said they were all
glad now that they had a Detective on their side.
Steven was, of course, shocked. But as his beautiful Mistress
explained things clearly to him, he knew right away he had no
choice but to support them. He would gladly give up his life for
Deborah. He was certain of it. He kissed the tip of her boots.
"Your wish is my command, Miss Deborah."
The women exchanged satisfied glances as they looked down at
their latest conquest. This had been ridiculously simple.
"Steven, I want to emphasize, Crystal, Kimiko and I know you are
going to be a loyal, good man-slave. In no way do we equate you
to the filth that is downstairs in our basement. We will treat you
and our other loyal male slaves much differently than them. Of
course, we intend to humiliate you regularly, but never in
unhealthy ways. And we'll provide discipline that we know will
make you a better person. You understand this, isn't that right?"
"Yes Miss Deborah."
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7175c6 No.1018
>>1017"Good. Now, understand we'll spank your naked ass if you show a
momentary lapse in respect for us… Savagely. But the way you've
behaved thus far, I wouldn't worry about it. Though, we all enjoy
spanking men when they get out of line," she smiled. "Especially
Miss Crystal. She's lethal."
Steven felt a shiver as he contemplated the idea of being spanked
by women, a fantasy he'd often had throughout his life.
“Now Steven,” Deb finished. “You are hereby anointed as our
slave.” She placed her hand on his head and pet him like a dog. “I
won’t lie to you. Serving us won’t always be fun and games, but
there’s something to be said for knowing your place in the world.
And I can already tell you’re going to be a wonderful addition to
this household. You might even become our official male
mascot!”
The other ladies laughed. And so it was done. In a span of less
than an hour, Detective Fuller had been converted into a loyal male
slave to the vagina.
After that, Detective Fuller became their inside source of
information into the missing persons investigation. He helped
them find Pig #3, and kept them informed of police activity during
the abduction of Pig #4. Like Dick, he became a regular part of the
women's life. He was over there almost every waking hour that he
wasn’t on the job, helping them do whatever was needed around
the house. After a few weeks, a pair of friends from the force
asked what he had been doing with his time. He made one excuse
or another about how “busy” he was.
In a short amount of time, he became a favorite of the women for
his resourcefulness and complete obedience. They liked the fact
that he was a bright-minded male born the same year they were,
and he was so totally committed to serving them. It was hard to
find reason to spank him, and his first real one didn’t come for two
weeks, when Deborah found a silly excuse only because she had
been dying to take him over her lap. Steven fawned over the
women as though he was an intelligent, faithful dog. He put
female considerations first in his life. He devoted himself to the
gender in every way imaginable, steadfastly tending to Deborah,
and less so Crystal when he was needed. He was the most reliable
slave they’d ever owned. To the women, he was a real prize.
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7175c6 No.1019
>>1018At first, Dick was jealous about Steven, but Deborah quickly put
an end to that when she spanked him within an inch of his life.
She threatened to turn him over to Crystal, who had become
legendary in the household for her spanking prowess.
Soon, Deborah and Crystal decided it was best if they put Dick and
Steven in chastity. They trusted both men, but they knew it would
add a necessary level of control over them. They would use
regular devices, designed to be worn comfortably, but 100%
guaranteed to prevent erections. These devices were a far cry from
the ones they made their pigs wear in the basement. Those had
biting sharp edges that would dig into the male pig’s penis when it
got hard, (which they usually did, thanks to the steady Viagra and
hormonal treatment. They also had the added anus plug to help
turn them into cock sluts, and the remote control security to help if
the men ever temporarily escaped).
Chastity was the hardest thing for Steven to adjust to. He was in
pain all the time, as his penis struggled to get hard in front of the
women. He knew better than to show the slightest hint of
disrespect because he knew none of the women would hesitate to
crush his ego if he stepped out of line.
Deborah loved to take him with her to the stables and have him
tend to her every need. She knew her tight riding outfit drove him
crazy. He would hoist her up onto her horse, wearing nothing
more than a chastity belt, and sneakers. He admired her body as it
sat straight-backed on the horse. She would make him kiss her
boot and then she’d go on her ride. When she returned, she rode
him around the stable, using the back of her boot on his groin to
spur him on.
One day, in a particularly ornery mood, Deborah shoved Steven
onto his back on a pile of hay. Still sweaty from her morning ride,
she proceeded to grind Steven’s mouth and face for five minutes
with her crotch and her ass. “Eat it!” she squealed triumphantly as
she built up a powerful orgasm. She didn’t realize it but she rode
him so hard that she nearly suffocated him. Steven loved every
moment of it.
When she was done, she looked down at his poor locked up penis.
She was tempted to give him much-needed release, but decided
against it. “Oh, look at your poor penis,” she said, giving his balls
a little squeeze. “I’m in the mood to deny you though,” she
stretched out her body and took a deep breath of post orgasmic
satisfaction, knowing what it was doing to him. “Lady’s stable
needs cleaning – head to the kitchen and begin dinner after you
finish cleaning up.”
Frustrated, he began to comply.
“What, do you say?”
“Yes Superior Mistress Deborah.”
“I can’t believe I had to remind you of that,” she said suddenly
feeling very vindictive.
Still, sitting in the hay, she pulled him over her legs and blistered
her ass with her whip. “That’ll teach you not to worry about your
own selfish satisfaction,” she said.
Steven cried his eyes out. It hurt so badly. But within the pain, he
felt a sense of calmness and sensuality, as though things were
right. She lectured him about how he needed to accept that this
was real and he was now her permanent slave. She had him repeat
the words after her. The realization was crushing to him – she
knew this – it furthered his submission to her.
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7175c6 No.1020
>>1019The following Saturday, Dick and Steven found themselves
together in the stable. Crystal and Deborah were on hand in their
riding outfits and Kimiko had a camera with a huge zoom lens on
it.
The women strapped the men into a rickshaw. They removed their
chastity belts. Then, they made them put on special harnesses they
had purchased out of an S&M catalogue. The harnesses connected
their neck to their balls and forced them to lean forward a bit.
Both the neck and ball collars had leashes that the women could
easily tug on from the comfort of the rickshaw. The harnesses also
forced their penises downward, thanks to a small plastic sheath.
The sheath didn’t stop them from getting hard, which made both
men very excited about the day’s festivities.
Crystal and Deborah sat back comfortably in the chariot. Crystal
whipped Dick, and Deborah whipped Steven. The men responded
to the whips and moved forward. Crystal and Deborah drove the
men hard through the grounds as they enjoyed the crisp, pleasant
morning. They made them run several miles to help add to their
conditioning. Along the way, the women spotted a hawk in the
trees. They tugged on the leashes and the men felt their necks and
balls pulled backward. They came to a complete stop as the
women admired the bird, while the men tried to catch their breath.
Then a couple of lashes and the exhausted men were off again.
Toward the end of the run, Kimiko focused her Nikon on the two
men and two women and took some incredible photographs. The
five people then set up a picnic near the house. The women sat on
chairs and lunched on the blanket, while the men sat on the ground
nearby and waited for the opportunity to eat. After lunch, the
women allowed the men to jerk off for them, legs over head of
course, the favorite and most convenient jerk off humiliation
method employed by the ladies. After a week of teasing and
denial, both men shot gobs of sperm to the delight of all three
women who always enjoyed this sort of show.
Later at dinner, the three women analyzed dozens of black & white
photographs very carefully. When they arrived at photograph #38,
they knew it had captured the moment like no other. In the photo,
both Deborah and Crystal have brought back their whips and are
about to lash their respective male slaves to drive them forward.
They both have a look of joy and satisfaction on their faces. Both
ladies sit comfortably on the rickshaw. Thanks to the high
resolution along with the tight pants, both ladies proudly display
their majestic camel toes for the world to see – the ultimate symbol
of feminine power.
Both men, on the other hand, look frazzled and tired. The sweat is
visible on their brows. Dick’s face looks harried. His penis is hard
and pointing straight to the ground. Steven’s eyes are wide as he
struggles to keep the pace. His penis is splayed slightly to the left
in mid-toggle as he runs under steady pressure from Deborah.
“That’s it!” All three women said as they saw the photo.
‘Look at Steven,” added Deborah, clearly enamored with her new
male slave. “He’s just so fucking…” she searched for the words,
“obedient.”
Crystal and Kimiko nodded their heads in aloof agreement. It
made them all proud to be in possession of a handsome,
resourceful male, who was so incredibly devoted to the feminine
ideal.
Kimiko sent the photo to a friend who had the photograph enlarged
into a 20”x30” portrait. They had the photograph lavishly framed
where it sat above the fireplace – a testament to the life they led
now – a life where the women dictated all the terms and the men
did as they were told.
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7175c6 No.1055
Any more?
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7175c6 No.1056
>>1055Hey Anon would you like a few more chapters of this story or one focused on a workplace setting? Or one supposedly based in reality but less extreme?
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7175c6 No.1057
>>1055Might as well finish this off I guess.
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7175c6 No.1058
(back to where we started)
The van pulled around the gradual bend before slowing down as it
approached the hidden dirt driveway. Very few motorists that
passed along this old country road would have noticed the hidden
drive. Since the day Detective Fuller had arrived unannounced, the
women had taken several steps to make the property less
conspicuous. First, they covered up the dirt entrance way and
removed the rusty mailbox perched on the side of the road.
Second, they had Dick build a steel perimeter fence about 100
yards in. Since the area was heavily wooded, this was the only
way in. The fence was fortified with steel to help keep uninvited
guests out.
The driver of the van pressed the remote and the door opened.
Dick, who had been expecting them, escorted Pig #4 to the
basement. Crystal, Deborah, and Kimiko sat down to a nice
celebratory dinner served to them by Dick and Steven, who
showed up late from work and immediately stripped down into
proper slave attire. For Dick and Steven, that meant that they wore
nothing other than a dog collar and a tiny black g-string that barely
covered up their cocks and balls in front while leaving their asses
fully exposed in back. This gave the women easy access to their
bottoms for correctional purposes. Often times, the men would be
completely exposed, but none of the women wanted to see, nor
smell their ugly genitalia while eating.
Both men's bottoms were a slight pinkish color from two days
before when Kimiko had caught them arguing with each other over
chores in the kitchen. Without a word, she had grabbed a paddle,
conveniently from the corner (there was one in every room in the
household for occasions such as these). She had them put their
hands on the counter side by side. "You're lucky you're just
getting a few spanks," she said. "I'm of right mind to kick you
both in your spunk bags!" Then she gave them ten eye-watering
smacks, alternating from male ass to male ass. The paddle was
wonderfully lightweight and easy to maneuver. It never failed to
serve its purpose, which was to put men in their proper place. She
made them count out each slap and thank her. She felt pleasure as
she heard their voices strain when she delivered smacks eight, nine
and ten. As Kimiko went back to her afternoon meditation, she
said, "Don't let me find you arguing again or we might have to get
Crystal involved." That was the one thing no man wanted to hear.
Properly chastised, the men went back to work.
Now, two days later, they served the women their supper. They
took great pains not to drop anything. Neither man made a peep
since they knew they were to not speak unless spoken to by a
woman first. Occasionally one of the women would reach out and
stroke the front of their g-string. When they did, the men knew to
stand at attention and allow the woman to manipulate their bodies
as they saw fit. With their belts on, such treatment was painful, but
both men took comfort in being controlled and teased by the
superior gender.
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7175c6 No.1059
>>1058Although the men weren't allowed to speak, they were able to
listen to the conversation at the dinner table. It concerned Pig #4
and their plans for him. Kimiko would take the lead, since both
Deborah and Crystal had a busy week of clients at work. Kimiko
had become the female who broke down the pigs. She'd done it
with both Pig #2 and Pig #3. The girl had a mean side to her.
Steven felt it was likely due to a tough upbringing, but also the
attack from a couple years ago. He kept these opinions to himself.
He knew she loved breaking down the scum in the basement, and
he found it oddly exciting that this petite Japanese woman took
such pleasure in destroying these men.
The women discussed a big party to be held on Friday. Naomi and
a lady friend of hers would be in attendance.
Deborah: "I think the idea is to show Pig #4 what he's going to turn
into once Kimmie is finished destroying him."
Kimiko: "Exactly. I just started training him to sit on the dildo
today. He’s still a bit resistant, so it'll be great to make him watch
us make complete jackasses out of Pig #1 and 2."
Crystal: "Slave Steven, we need more wine!
Steven quickly came out of the kitchen and refilled the women's
glasses as quickly and carefully as he could. He turned the bottle
so as not to spill even a drop of the vintage Italian brunello. He
knew the women were extremely intolerant of spills, so he poured
carefully. Deborah acknowledged his effort by giving his crotch a
little pat without taking her eyes off Crystal.
Crystal: "Are we sure about Naomi's friend?"
Kimiko: "Yes, she's a lifestyle dom herself. She's a longtime
friend of Naomi's visiting from Russia. She's a no-nonsense
woman."
Crystal: "Sounds good. The bigger the audience, the more
humiliating it is for our piggies."
Deborah: "It's gonna be great. When did you start force-feeding
them that formula."
Crystal: "Last week."
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7175c6 No.1060
>>1059Crystal had found a formula from an on-line femdom site that
increased male sperm by 4X normal quantities, and also thickened
it
Deborah (laughing): "Beautiful. Just beautiful. The sissified fools are going to shoot fountains of cream."
Kimiko: "Should make for a fun evening. We'll wheel up Pig #4 in
the gurney so he has a nice view of everything. I'm already
looking forward to laughing in his trembling face."
Crystal: "This is going to be just beautiful girls."
Deborah: "Indeed. Dick, Steven! Get in here and clear the table.
C'mon, Chop Chop! That's it. C'mon, move it or lose it. What do
you think, this is The Olive Garden or something? Serve your
mistresses, you clumsy oafs. C'mon, we want to see you wiggle
those asses for us."
The other ladies laughed as Deborah bossed the men around. The
men responded by moving as though they were under some kind of
spell, which of course they were – a very feminine spell.
Friday arrived and Dick and Steven were busy preparing the main
den for the festivities. They cleared the furniture away, other than
a big coffee table, which they left in the middle of the room,
creating a makeshift stage for Pig#1 and Pig #2 to perform upon.
Once that was done, they headed upstairs. There, they waited in
the hallway until Crystal, Deborah and Kimiko summoned them
into the master bedroom.
The men's jaws dropped when they saw the three women. They
were all dressed to kill. They wore lavish tight outfits that
accentuated their soft curves and angles. They wore powerful
knee-high boots - Crystal and Deborah chose black, while
Kimiko's were maroon. Purchased from a specialty shop in New
York City, they had spent thousands, but the boots were well worth
it. They had an intricate lacing pattern on the sides, which made
them a pain in the ass to put on. That’s what the men were for
though. They kneeled down and tied the boots while the ladies
ignored them (yet again) and talked excitedly about the evening
ahead.
Steven’s penis was killing him again as he looked up at Deborah.
Her tight leather pants hugged her mid section. That prize
possession of hers’, her camel toe, was again proudly on display.
Deborah noticed he was in distress, so she nudged his balls with
just the tip of her boot. “Pay attention, Steven,” she said. “You’ll
be seeing the hairbrush later. Fortunately for you I don’t have the
time right now.”
“Sorry Superior Mistress Deborah,” he said, gritting his teeth as
the pain continued. She looked away and went back to her
conversation with the other women as though he wasn’t there.
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7175c6 No.1061
>>1060The doorbell rang, and Dick and Steven humbly opened the door to
welcome Naomi and he lovely guest inside. Naomi's guest was
Svetlana - a tall, very thin white-skinned woman with blonde hair.
She looked like she was in her mid 30s, though she could have
passed for younger. She had great self-possession, and moved
gracefully in her all white boots, skirt and blouse. Neither she nor
Naomi paid the men the slightest bit of notice as they escorted
them into the main room. The women exchanged greetings with
Kimiko, Deborah and Crystal. Both had long coats, which they
allowed the men to take from them without even the tiniest
acknowledgement.
The men served the women dinner, making absolutely certain to do
everything to the letter. They knew it was never a good idea to
screw up in front of their superiors, but especially on this night.
Deborah had lectured them earlier about needing to be perfect and
they didn't want to disappoint her.
The conversation around dinnertime centered around the
subjugation of men. Both Naomi and Svetlana, congratulated them
on their remarkable lifestyle. Naomi was always amazed at the
service Crystal and Deborah received from their male slaves, as
was Svetlana. "You've trained your males extremely well," she
said as she reached over and gave Dick's balls a squeeze as he
poured the wine. Dick grimaced as the Russian woman squeezed
his balls harder, and they were full - his weekly release wasn't
until tomorrow. Despite her assault, he made sure to pour with a
steady hand and not show even the slightest reaction to the
tormenting.
“It’s amazing how far these women have come since I met them, why they hardly knew how to properly crush a pair of nuts”
Naomi said to Svetlana. “And now, they’ve become leaders of the
movement. It’s truly fantastic,” said Naomi.
Svetlana nodded her head happily as she continued to mash together
Dick’s balls, keeping the man frozen and awaiting orders. "It’s
great to see American women doing. I think it’s more common in
Europe, but it’s spreading in America. Ladies, I also see you keep
them in chastity."
"Of course!" said Deborah, laughing. "We are, after all, civilized
ladies, right?"
"Like I said, I'm impressed," Svetlana said, finally releasing his
scrotum. Dick couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief and he bent
slightly at the waist.
"Thank Miss Svetlana for the complement, slave," demanded Crystal.
"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Svetlana," said Dick with an
air of formality and compliance.
Crystal gave Dick a pleased nod as he finished pouring the wine.
She was glad her training had paid off. He was no longer jealous
of Steven and had made great strides as a worthy male slave.
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7175c6 No.1062
>>1061The ladies finished dinner and retired to the living room. The men
cleared the plates off the table, while Steven hurried to the living
room with the tea. Svetlana asked for cognac, and it so happened
that the ladies had a beautiful rare bottle of Remy Martin that had
been given to them by a male slave several years ago.
After tea, Deborah ordered Steven and Dick to go downstairs and
fetch Pigs #1 and #2. When they got there, it was a disturbing
sight. Both were festering in their cages, sitting on top of their
dildos and trying in vain to pleasure themselves. Thanks to the
various hormonal treatments they had received over the past
several months, both men were extremely weak. Their
testosterone had been forcibly removed from them. Yet, they were
perpetually horny. Dick and Steven had no problems with them.
As instructed, they dressed both men in frilly pink sissy outfits.
Both pigs seemed thrilled to be getting the attention. Both men got
on their knees and offered to suck Dick and Steven's cocks. Both
Dick and Steven had the same thought - they would gladly have let
them if they weren't locked in chastity. Both were incredibly
horny from being around the women upstairs, with their stunning
clothing and fancy perfume.
Once that was complete, they attached steel spreader bars to the
pigs. They didn't force their legs apart too much - just enough to
immobilize them and force them to move like robots. Then they
led them upstairs in front of the women, who immediately began
laughing and verbally ridiculing the pigs. Dick and Steven went
back downstairs to retrieve Pig #4. They knew the women were
perfectly safe with the weaklings upstairs and wouldn't have any
trouble if they tried anything, which they wouldn't. Pig #4 was
much weaker than he'd been a week ago, but they still had to be
careful. He put up some token resistance as they chained him
down into a wheelchair device and brought him upstairs. They
placed him in a corner where he would be forced to witness the
proceedings.
The women paid no attention to the arrival of Pig #4. They were
busy ordering Pig #1 and #2 to begin the process of humiliating
themselves for female enjoyment. Kimiko stood next to them and
held a formidable whip in her hands. She would be tonight's
taskmistress, a job she took great joy in performing. The other
four women sat and watched with great anticipation. They all
crossed their legs and could feel the heat simmering from within
their pussies.
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7175c6 No.1063
>>1062Kimiko pulled each Pig’s panties down and carefully removed
their diabolical chastity devices for the first time in over a month. Both
men's penises were heavily bruised, purple and slightly scratched up from the abuse they
had taken from the spines in the Devices. Kimiko ordered them to display their
defeated "manhood" in front of the women. She held each Pig by an ear and escorted them in front of the women. Thanks
to the spreader bars, the Pigs both struggled to keep their balance.
All signs of resistance had left the two men to the great delight of
everyone there, including Dick and Steven, who did not relish the
idea of having to physically subdue a pair of deranged, albeit
sissified criminals.They were both a little taken aback at just how brutally these other males had been conquered.
"Inspection time, Pigs,” said Kimiko. “Stick those floppy deformities
in front of your masters.”
Deborah felt the instinct to boot Pig #1 in the balls, but she held
back. She was thrilled and amazed, as were the other ladies, at the
damage the Device had caused on the Pig's genitalia. Not only
that, but the formula Crystal had injected them with made their
ball-sacks very unnaturally full and swollen. Their scrotums resembled
racquetballs, swinging heavily between their legs. Except, they had a slight purple/pink hue, and might have
even been bigger than regulation racquetballs. They made an
extremely inviting target. She felt her kicking boot twitch, but she
took a deep breath and kept her self-control. That was the
difference between women and men. Looking around the room at
the enslaved men, and dignified women, she realized the
implications.
Of course, Naomi always the enthusiast for punishment, did not feel such restraint and rose in front of the pigs. "Kimiko, you don't don't mind if I kick off these festivities do you?"
"haha go ahead, Naomi!" came the happy reply.
Took a step back and then planted her foot forward and launched her other leg with a SPLAT into Pig #1's racquetball. He squealed as it rebounded back into place. Pig #2 flinched but Naomi's foot was already connecting with his own swollen sack. Both Pigs had the first of many tears welling in their eyes.
"Ok, pull those panties back up!" ordered Kimiko. "And pull them
nice and snug," she ordered. The Pigs once again were totally
complaint.
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7175c6 No.1064
>>1063"Now, lean forward and kiss each other deeply. Keep your
crotches away from each other. We don't want to have any
accidents," Kimiko said, flashing the whip through the air where it
made an imposing snap.
The two pigs leaned forward very daintily, keeping their hips back
and began French-kissing each other deeply. Everyone watched as
their skimpy pink panties inflated from the contact.
Kimiko ordered them to pull down their panties again to reveal
their throbbing members. She went over to a desk that had been
pushed into the corner and she returned with a pair of 12" rulers.
"Naomi and Svetlana, would you do the honor of spanking those
penises until they are limp again?" asked Kimiko.
“We’d love to,” they said. They took the rulers, and began
smacking the pig’s damaged members. The pigs stood there and
accepted the punishment. Both had learned from their time in the
basement. They had come to accept there was a higher female
power that could bring them a great deal of pain if they didn’t
follow orders. Their penises slowly deflated. Female shouts of “Denied!”
filled the room. A laughing Kimiko then roughly reapplied their Devices just as their cocks began to erect again only to be rebuffed by the spikes.
Both Pigs began crying softly, a by-product of the hormones they
had been forced to take over the past few months…as well as their current state.
To the women in the room, as well as Dick and Steven, this was
justice.
"Go fetch the dildos, slaves," ordered Deborah.
Dick and Steven immediately left the room. They returned
moments later with a large silver tray. On the tray were five
humongous dildos, one for each woman.
Kimiko made the Pigs sit on a table that had been set up in the
middle of the room, as each woman strapped on one of the dildos.
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7175c6 No.1065
>>1064Finally Kimiko did the same and the five women approached the
frightened Pigs. Crystal and Deborah had carefully plotted out the
evening. They had debated the best way to ass-rape the Pigs.
Crystal liked the idea of banging them doggie-style but Deborah
insisted that they fuck them missionary-style, legs up over their
heads, so the Pigs would be forced to make eye contact with their
female conquerors.
Steven and Dick attached chains to the Pigs spreader bars and
hoisted their legs high up in the air. Their asses were now ready to
be assaulted.
Naomi and Svetlana were offered first dibs on the Pigs' asses. No
lubrication would be used. In recent weeks, Pig #1 had worked his
way up to a 9" dildo, while Pig #2 was up to 8". Neither would be
prepared for the penetration of a 12" dildo, but they had no choice.
Kimiko stood behind the Pigs. "Spread those butt cheeks as far as
you possibly can, Pigs." Again, they knew they had no choice.
Deep in the back of their minds, they realized what was happening
to them, but they were powerless to prevent it. They had no choice
but to submit to a higher power. Both had done a lot of crying in
recent months, but this was their new reality, and all the tears in
the world couldn’t bring their old lives back.
The assault began in earnest. Both Naomi and Svetlana gripped
the pigs’ hips and with one gigantic thrust each was able to plant
the thick dildo about halfway up the Pigs' sphincters. They pulled
back about 3" and then came again, this time almost impaling the
Pigs to the hilt. Both Pigs let out screams of pain. Finally the
women drew back once again and the third thrust proved to be the
best one of all. Both Pigs anuses were penetrated deeper than ever
before, and both Pigs began making weird squealing noises.
"Oh yeah, fuck those asses!" said Kimiko.
"Oh yes!" said a satisfied Crystal.
“They will learn to love it,” said Deborah.
“I think they already have,” said Kimiko.
“True,” said Deborah laughing, “but we need to turn them from
screamers to moaners. All that yelling hurts my eardrums.”
Naomi and Svetlana looked down at the Pigs who looked back up
at them. There was an innate understanding of what was
happening. And with that, the women began pumping away. The
first couple of dozen thrusts caused the Pigs to scream in pain.
Without lubrication, it was nothing short of a brutal ass raping.
Then the Pigs' anal juices began to flow and they began to enjoy
the pounding. Even though their penises were constricted, the
semen began to ooze out as their prostates were roughly massaged.
They looked up at their masters with a combination of fear and
respect.
Svetlana took the opportunity to slap around her pig's ballsack as she raped him.
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7175c6 No.1066
>>1065After a while, the women switched off. Deborah and Crystal got to
rape the Pigs, while Naomi and Svetlana inserted their dirty dildos
into the Pigs mouths. Naomi and Svetlana held the back of each
Pig's head, forcing them to deep throat the dildos. This caused
much gagging, which only increased the carnival atmosphere.
Once the raping was complete, both Pigs' midsections were
absolutely covered with thick semen. Due to the deep anal
prodding, along with the pills Crystal put in their food, both Pigs
had leaked an insane amount of spunk. Kimiko ordered them to
the floor where they had to clean each other off with their tongues.
The women sat back in their high-backed and watched like queens
as the cleaned each other's bodies off. Pig #1 thought how gross
the gunk tasted, but at least the pain in his balls had gone away.
Pig #2 was momentarily relieved to feel the pressure go down in
his balls, but then he looked up at the laughing females, as he
licked up a huge chunk of Pig #1’s gunk that had pooled just above
his caged dick. His head spun as he saw feminine faces he had
once dominated get the last laugh.
Then Kimiko ordered them to grovel in front of each woman,
thanking them profusely for the ass raping.
“It’s just amazing to think these were once violent criminals,” said
Svetlana. “And you’ve reduced them to sissy sluts. I can’t wait to
tell some of the women in Europe about this. Don’t worry, I won’t
say a word about your identity.”
“We trust you,” said Crystal. “A friend of Naomi’s is a friend of
ours.”
“You have done a wonderful thing for women everywhere,” said a
clearly impressed Svetlana.
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7175c6 No.1067
>>1066Off in the corner, Pig #4 watched all of this in a mixture of blind fury and fear. Since nobody was
paying attention to him as he sat naked (other than his painful
device) in his chair, he was doing his best to try and wriggle free.
But his chains were secure and it was a hopeless endeavor. He
looked on in sheer horror as these crazy psycho fucking Feminazis
brutalized the men. He felt the anger surge through him, but he
also felt a sense of fear because he knew they were trying to
condition him to do the same. He vowed to resist at all costs.
After they were finished destroying the two "things," the Asian
woman, along with the two ringleader females (the sexy brunette
and the little bitch) approached him.
"You're next," the Asian women said. She pointed right at him.
“You’re going to learn to LOVE 12 inch cock right in your fat ass." She leaned over and began to tweak his crotch through the
dastardly device. He couldn't help it, his cock practically threw itself into the spikes. The other women laughed. Feeling the anger
surge inside him, he threw his head back and then forward, the chair rocked slightly and he head
butted the Asian in the side of her skull. Unfortunately for him,
he didn't fully connect before the restraints pulled him back.
Kimiko felt the blow in the side of her head. She made a fist, and punched him hard across the chin. She pulled back again and
prepared to shatter the Pig’s nose again. But the little woman
stepped in and said, "Wait, Kimiko! That's not the way. I'll handle
this first thing tomorrow morning."
Kimiko took a deep breath and relaxed. Crystal released her. She
turned to Pig #4, raised her boot and ground his swollen balls
into the chair as hard as she could. Then she clapped her hands on his ears with expert
precision. Dazed, Pig #4 fell forward onto Kimiko's waiting knee.
His nose fell against her knee. It wasn't that big of an impact,
since Kimiko did not so much as move her knee, but his nose, still
tender from a week ago, immediately began bleeding again.
Dick and Steven took the remains of the three Pigs back down to
the basement. It was a somber end to a wonderful evening, but it
did little to dampen the women's spirits. Pig #4 would get his the
next day. A rebellion like this could not go unpunished.
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7175c6 No.1068
How To Break a Man
The next morning, Dick and Stephen worked away as the women
slept. Dick was responsible for tending to the pigs, while Steven
had the much more enviable task of serving breakfast in bed to his
female masters. He found the morning paper on line and hit the
print button. Deborah and Crystal always liked to keep up with the
news. Then he went about preparing their breakfast - French toast
with fresh fruits, coffee, and orange juice. He neatly arranged the
toast on two plates, paying great attention to detail in an effort to
please his superiors. He sprinkled confectionary sugar and put the
plates on a heavy silver tray. He added the coffee and juice. Then
he grabbed the paper off the printer.
Outside the master bedroom, he glanced at his watch. It said 8:57.
He waited three minutes before knocking twice. Then he waited
five more minutes. He stood straight, holding the tray, head
focused down as he had been trained to do. He heard activity
inside, and finally he heard the words he was waiting for: "You
may enter."
He opened the door and found his two mistresses sitting up in the
king-sized bed. Both wore lacy gowns, and both looked relaxed
and well rested. He leaned over Crystal, savoring their delicate
feminine odors, and placed the tray between the women.
"Good morning, Steven," said Crystal. She gave his balls a playful
tickle as he leaned over her.
"Good morning, Superior Miss Crystal," said Steven.
Deborah put her hands up over her head and stretched her taut
body. "Steven, I will require oral service this morning," she said.
Steven perked up. He was hoping today was the day. He had been
granted the great honor of occasionally servicing his mistresses
with his tongue. They had the same menstruation cycles and both
tended to be horny during their periods, but neither preferred to
service the other during this time of the month. Fortunately they
had Steven, who considered it a great honor to do it for them. It
drove him absolutely crazy with desire when they allowed him to
service the vaginas. He felt his saliva glands kick in and was
forced to swallow secretly.
Crystal grabbed the paper. "I won't need service today, Steven,"
she said. "I need to remain sharp since I'm going to utterly destroy
Pig #4 this morning." She yawned and smiled at the thought.
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7175c6 No.1069
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>>1068Steven positioned himself on the floor in front of the mirror. He
placed a pair of satin pillows on each side of his head so that
Deborah could queen herself comfortably onto his face. He was
disappointed that he only would get to service Deborah today. He
loved the way Crystal's hairy bush made him feel when she stuffed
it into his mouth. Plus, she had such a distinctive taste at this time
of the month. Still, he couldn't be too disappointed since the
opportunity to service Deborah's beautiful pussy was such a treat.
He could feel his penis strain against his chastity belt in
anticipation. His mouth watered again. It occurred to him they
had him conditioned like a dog. The thought only increased his
excitement.
Deborah rose from the bed. She wore a long white gown made of
fine silk. Ignoring Steven for a moment, she went to the bathroom
and removed the tampon from between her legs. Sometimes she
liked to have Steven do it with his teeth, but she didn't want to
waste time this morning. She wanted his tongue deep inside of
her.
Standing above Steven, she pulled her gown up until it rose just
above her knees. Then she kneeled down comfortably onto the
satin pillows. She positioned her cunt a foot above Steven's face.
He waited eagerly for her command. Her odor was strong today.
Deborah decided to treat her favorite slave. She wanted him
standing "at attention" while he serviced her. So, she leaned
forward and unlocked his chastity belt with the key that hung
between her neck. His penis immediately sprang up - the perfect
sign of respect. She kneeled back upright without lowering
herself. "You may begin," she said.
Steven strained his head up until his tongue met her pussy. He
began licking very slowly but thoroughly, as he'd been trained to
do. The taste was powerful and almost too strong, but he resisted
the initial impulse to gag. He would adjust. He felt gravity usher
her flow onto his waiting tongue. As it did, he steadily licked it
up.
Deborah sighed deeply as his tongue tickled her clitoris. She felt
the waves begin to hit her. It was time to sit. She relaxed her
knees and brought her full 115 pounds down onto his mouth. His
head hit the floor. As it did, she let out an initial groan of
satisfaction. For Steven, this was the signal to thrust his tongue
into her vagina as deeply as he possibly could. This was what was
expected. Once it entered her tight opening, he was to hold it
firmly in place and wait for her to use it in any way she saw fit.
She began grinding back and forth on his face. He struggled to
keep his tongue in place, but her movements forced it to go where
she chose to go. After several minutes of this, she began moaning
with pleasure. Her orgasms always lasted a good five minutes,
sometimes longer. Once she lifted herself off his tongue, he knew
that he was to clean her off with a steady lapping motion until she
indicated she was done.
After a good 20 minutes on top of Steven, Deborah stood. She let
her nightgown down and ordered Steven on his knees in front of
the mirror. He looked at himself as his mistress washed up in the
bathroom. His mouth was red. The rest of his face was red from
effort. He hoped he'd pleased her.
"Sounds like you did a good job, Steven. Good boy," said Crystal
looking up from her paper.
"Thank you, Superior Mistress Crystal."
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7175c6 No.1070
>>1069Deborah returned from the bathroom holding a wad of tissue and
some lube. Steven perked up. Was she actually going to milk
him? This was a rare treat.
"You were wonderful this morning, slave boy," said Deborah. "I'm
going to reward you for your obedience."
Steven felt his heart race and his penis throb. This was too good to
be true.
Deborah grabbed a stool and sat next to him. She nonchalantly
splashed some of the lube on one hand and rubbed her hands
together. "Take the tissue and hold it in front of your little penis,"
she ordered Steven.
Deborah reached beneath his stomach with one hand and secured
his penis. With her other hand, she grabbed his balls from behind.
His body shivered involuntarily.
"Wow, this shouldn't take long, Criss," Deb called to her lover.
"Get the stopwatch."
Crystal reached over to the stopwatch next to the bed. They had a
running contest to see who could milk their slaves faster. Crystal
held the current record. She had milked Dick in 29 seconds last
week.
"Ok go," she said Deborah.
Deborah immediately began pumping Steven's penis and tickling
his balls with her long slender fingers. Her strokes were fast and
firm. Steven immediately felt the orgasm build. He wanted to
please his mistress so he relaxed his body and felt the waves of
sheer pleasure overcome him as his mistress pumped him. He held
the tissue out, making sure not to allow even a token drop to hit the
floor. That would be cause for severe punishment.
"I'm coming, mistress!" he yelled out. His body heaved and he
began shooting involuntary spasms of semen into the tissue. He
panted loudly.
"Eighteen seconds!" said Crystal. "You obliterated my record."
"Good boy," said Deborah mockingly. "Spurt it out, my faithful
little lapdog," she said.
"Thank you, master," he gasped. They liked when he used that
word to describe them. It was a less ambiguous word than
‘mistress.’
"Give me the tissue," Deborah said, reaching beneath him and
taking the cum-tissue away.
She wiped his penis off and then straddled his back, holding the
tissue away from her body. He felt her wetness. She reached
around with her free hand and cupped his chin, so he would be
staring at her in the mirror as she sat above him. She placed the
tissue in front of his mouth. He knew what to do. Wordlessly he
stuck out his tongue and began guzzling up his mess. He made
sure to look into her eyes as he did so.
"That's it," she whispered. "Every drop like a good little lapdog."
"Thank you mistress," he gasped.
When he was done, she dropped the tissue down in front of him
and stepped off him. "Roll over, lapdog" she said.
He immediately rolled over and spread his legs. She reattached the
chastity belt and then ordered him to leave the room and don't
forget the tissue.
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7175c6 No.1071
>>1070“Wait!” Crystal said. “I changed my mind.” Before he could
stand up, she pulled up her gown and squatted down onto his tired
tongue. Steven saw her thick bush and began salivating again. He
felt his imprisoned penis strain and the thought occurred to him he
would have to wait an entire week to cum again. Relief was short
lived.
A half hour later (It always took Crystal a good half hour for
complete satisfaction), Crystal ordered him to prepare her horse for
a morning ride. As Steven acknowledged the order, he saw a look
of steely resolve on Crystal's face and knew it meant big trouble
for Pig #4.
Steven went to prep Crystal's horse. He led the handsome chestnut
back to the house. When he returned, Crystal was standing outside
with Deborah, Dick, and a shackled Pig #4. Deborah wore jeans
(man did they huge her curves - Steven's gaze lingered on her
unbridled crotch for a moment and he began salivating again. His
penis strained painfully against its cage). Deborah took one look at
him and smiled inwardly, as she realized the desired effect her
outfit was having on her favorite slave.
Crystal wore her riding outfit, but Steven noted she wore her little
black shopping boots, rather than riding boots. He wondered why.
Steven helped Crystal mounted her horse, while Dick unlocked
Pig #4. Once the shackles were removed, Pig #4 was a free man,
albeit a naked one with the exception of the Device around his
crotch. Dick trained a gun upon him, so the women were
protected. Then Crystal spoke.
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7175c6 No.1072
>>1071"We're giving you a chance to get away, Pig. I'll give you a ten
minute head start. You should know I'm going to hunt you down,
and when I catch you, I'm going to crush your filthy male ego once and
for all."
"Fuck you!" Pig #4 yelled with his usual lack of creativity. He
immediately bolted off into the woods. This was his big chance.
Unfortunately he was disoriented. Plus he didn't have his strength and it had clearly rained recently causing him to slide in the mud.
He kept running, and the woods became denser, thorns tore at his shins. Suddenly his foot hit a rock and howling in pain he fell forward through the mud into some brambles which tore harshly at his exposed scrotum. He scrambled up as fast as he could, bleeding slightly and covered in mud.
He had to find a way to make it to the main road, but then what?
Who would stop for a naked man that looked like him? He soon
slowed to a stop. Well, at the very least he would kill that little
bitch. He thought about her words:
"When I catch you, I'm going to crush your filthy male ego once and for all"
These bitches were so devious and cunning, not to mention
ruthless. He couldn't allow her to humiliate him further. This was
his chance for revenge!
Off in the distance he heard the sharp bark of a dog. Oh god no, he thought.
He looked for a tree to climb, and jumped at the one closest to him. But it was wet outside and he
couldn't get the necessary traction and slipped and fell against the bark causing more abrasions on his skin.Then he saw the dog approach
him and begin to growl. He stood to face it, but the dog did not
advance any further. The damn thing just barked and growled at
him.
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7175c6 No.1073
>>1072Then he saw the horse burst through the clearing. The little bitch
sat in the saddle, her ass bouncing up and down. If he was in any state, to notice she looked magnificently composed with breasts jutting fAs she
approached him, suddenly he had an idea. The horse was his ticket
out of there! He would bum-rush the little bitch, get rid of her, and
ride the horse out of there. He began his run at the little cunt. At
first, she did nothing as he approached. Then as he got within
range, he saw her raise her hand and point something at him. It
was too late for him to react. It was the fucking tazer! He
attempted to put on the breaks, but as he did, the tazer sank into his
chest and he felt a jolt of electricity go through him. He slid in the
mud and his feet went out from under him. He landed hard on his
back on some rocks with a thud. His body convulsed with shock. He struggled to
breathe.
Suddenly, the little bitch was standing between his legs. He saw
her pull her foot back. He saw with horror the boots she wore were outfitted with tens of little spikes along the toe. Then he felt the terrible thud of pain
between his legs… No not a thud, a tearing screaming pain as well as the "normal" pain. She connected with the tip of her boot just
beneath his balls driving the spikes into his mud specked taint. But she kicked again and again and again, rapid fire.
The
next two kicks caught him flush in his already scratched the balls and he felt the blinding
pain go through him. He flipped onto his stomach to protect his
vulnerable testes and tried to cover them with his hands. He was rewarded with a broken and cut finger as she drove her boot with all her might into his re-positioned testicles.
Screaming he fought to recover. Just as he was about to kick his leg up at the little bitch, he felt a
sharp pinch in his upper left butt cheek. It felt like a bee sting.
What he didn't realize was that Crystal had injected him with a
special solution designed to sap him of his strength for a few
hours. He felt light headed and unable to resist. She flipped him
back onto his back. He looked up as she stood over him, cunt
sticking outward in triumph as he balls bleed in agony. The woman had outsmarted him and
now she had him physically dominated. How had he allowed this
to happen?
She walked away and removed something from a saddle bag
hanging from the horse. Pig #4 felt helpless. "You… fucking.. cunt,"
was all he could muster.
"You're about to get a serious attitude adjustment," she said.
What was that in her hands? It looked like a giant set of chainclippers
or something. He knew the implications. "No!" he cried.
"OH Yes," she said, smiling and inserting the cutters between his legs.
He looked down and saw his balls, bloody and muddy trapped between the blades.
He could no longer hold back the flood of tears which filled his eyes.
"You have a choice," she said. The other women felt we needed to
castrate you. But I think there's a better way to break you. Will
you obey? Will you obey to save your balls?"
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7175c6 No.1074
>>1073"Yes."
"Yes WHAT?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes Superior Mistress Crystal," she corrected him.
"Yes Superior Mistress Crystal."
"Good. Now, the alternative to my de-balling you is going to be
extremely unpleasant, but you don't have a choice. Now crawl
over there."
She pointed toward a rock that looked like it made a natural stool.
He crawled slowly to the rock. The dog followed him. His joints
were sore and tight. He could barely move.
Crystal sat down on the rock and waited for him to drag himself
over on his elbows. "Lie across my lap, Pig,"
It had been a while since she gave someone the full Crystal
treatment. She held the lightweight paddle in her hands. This
would be fun.
Pig #4 struggled to comply with her command.
"Hurry up!" she said. "Or do I need to get the clippers?"
Once he managed to drape his body across her little lap, he felt the
first sharp whap across the middle of his ass. Then another and
another and another.
She spanked extremely hard. He had no idea she was capable of
this. She was so consistent. Each blow landed in the same exact
spot. She had had pinned his arm behind his back, and he literally
couldn't move. Any effort to move caused a sharp pain in his
shoulder. The stinging in his ass soon became agonizing. The
most he was able to do to avoid it was to wiggle around a few
inches, but she soon put a stop to that by twisting his arm painfully
each time he moved.
He began yelling with each blow, but they did not stop. His legs
kicked up as she nailed him again and again. It went on for a long
time. The echoing of paddle meeting the exact same spot on his
ass filled the forest.
Crystal glanced down at his ass. It was now bright red, but the
center of each cheek was purple. He had begun to bleed from each
cheek. She laid into him with everything she had. She could feel
him breaking. His voice was choked as he cried in pain.
Suddenly, she felt his body go completely limp and he began
sobbing. Victory was hers. She continued spanking him for a few
more minutes, groaning with pleasure as she heard his sobs.
Then she pushed him off her lap onto the forest floor. He
whimpered at her feet. He took a handful of leaves and attempted
to wipe them onto his burning ass.
Crystal reached down and brushed the leaves off. Then she
slapped both ass cheeks, causing a fresh round of yelps and tears.
"I didn't give you permission to do that, Pig."
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7175c6 No.1075
>>1074"This was only round one. Don't think I've forgotten about that sack dangling between your legs already." She said. "Did you notice my boots today?"
His eyes widened as he nodded a yes.
"You choose to save those nuts, now its time for me to make you regret that decision."
With that, she fetched a bit of rope from a bag on her sadel and bounded him to the tree he had tried to climb earlier. She had to simply sit him up against as he was incapable of standing on his own due to the potent injection. She then leaned down and actually removed his Chasity device! Though she replaced it a moment later with more rope binding his genitals at their root with a leash leading up to her hand. She squirted something on to her hand and began to stroke his cock. His cuts burned from what he surmised to be disinfectant but he could not help but become rock hard as he finally had a bit of positive attention.
"Remember Pig, YOU choose this! This is entirely because of YOUR decisions in life… well except for being born with THESE I suppose!" She punctuated her sentence with a sharp yank upward on the cock that had so recently felt its slightest bit of pleasure and drove the spikes into its head.
He screamed, and she launched a slow and hard assault with her vicious boots into his muddy, alcohol covered genitals as his balls tried to retreat away from the battery only to be rebuffed by the leash.
He blacked out.
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7175c6 No.1076
>>1075As he came to again he saw Crystal smile at him.
She looked over and was happy to see that Goddess, her dog, was
doing her business - a nice steamy #2 next to a tree. She kicked
the pig in the ribs a couple of times, ordering him to turn over.
“Watch this,” she said.
Then she stood and stepped with both feet into the pile of dogshit
at the base of the tree. She sat back down.
"The other reason, I wore these boots today is because they have nice ridges in the
souls. I wanted to make it more challenging for you to clean
them."
Pig #4 felt like gagging as the realization hit him.
"That's right," she said with an evil grin. "You're going to eat the
dogshit off my expensive boots. When you’re done, they had
better be spotless."
He began shaking his head. Crystal stood. "Ok, I'll get the
clippers. But only after I try to shred those nuts once and for all myself."
"No… wait please," he croaked. These women did not fuck around. He had no
choice. He began sobbing again.
"Just be thankful I have small feet," she said laughing. "Now,
you're going to eat every last chunk of shit off my boots if I have to
sit here all day. There's a bit of your shit blood on there too and I want that cleaned off as well. Thankfully I brought some reading." She pulled
out a book and began to thumb through it. "What the fuck are you
waiting for? Clean my boots! And if I sense any hesitation, I'm
getting the clippers and shooting that tazer directly into your little worm."
With that, Pig #4 stuck out of tongue. Crystal happily pressed the
boot down onto his tongue. The flavor was overwhelming to him.
But he was determined to keep his manhood, or at least what was left of it after her assault. He began licking.
And gagging and licking.
"I'm going to check my boots when you're done. They had better
be fucking spotless!"
She pretended to read her book, but she was really looking down at
the pig with great satisfaction. These foolish men valued their
precious manhood to the point that they would stoop to eat
dogshit! How pathetic, she thought to herself, that he would strive
to salvage the thing that put him in this predicament in the first
place.
"That's it," she said. "Get that tongue in every little crevice and around those spikes too, maggot."
An hour later, an exhausted, sick, humiliated pig #4 grunted up at
his master that he was finished eating the dogshit off her boots.
She smiled down at him in triumph. Then she removed her boots
and carefully inspected them. They were indeed spotless, as she
had demanded. She was tempted to step back into the remaining
dogshit and feed him some more waste. But she was bored and her legs and arms were tried from dishing out punishment for so long.
So
she tied a noose around his neck and tied it to the back of her saddle so she could lead him back to the house. The other women all had a good look at
his blistered ass, and fucked up genitals and admiring Crystal's excellent handiwork. Kimmy just couldn't resist grabbing a cattle-prod they had purchased to give him a few hard shocks to his captive aching dick until he rolled and cried in the hay and dirt on the barn floor.
After that, Pig #4 gave them no additional trouble.
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7175c6 No.1077
>>1076Two months after the Crystal destroyed Pig #4, Crystal and
Deborah slept soundly in the master bedroom. Everything in their
life was in perfect order. They had four docile pigs in their
basement that had been removed from society. They had their
loyal male slaves. They had successful careers and complete
financial security. They were hosting a great party the next day
with several women visiting and taking part in the bum-blasting of
all four pigs. Steven would be arriving the next day - he was on
duty that night. Deborah and Crystal were both annoyed that he
wouldn't be serving them breakfast in bed. They both looked
forward to punishing him for putting his career ahead of them,
although both knew he had no choice in the matter.
The phone suddenly rang. Deborah jumped out of bed. Her
female intuition told her something was wrong.
"Superior Mistress Deborah, it's Slave Steven."
"This had better be good, Slave boy."
"No, master. It's bad. They have a search warrant. They are
coming out there this morning. You don't have a lot of time.
Supposedly some deer hunter saw Crystal spanking Pig #4 in the
woods the other d-"
Before he finished, Deborah hung up the receiver and roused
Crystal. They expected this to happen someday. Fortunately, they
had a plan. She called Kimiko and told her it was time. They
realized might not ever see her for a long time. She was planning
on traveling back to Japan when this happened. They vowed to
stay in touch. Crystal hastily threw some things into a pair of
travel bags - only the essentials: clothing and fake passports that
Steven had helped them obtain.
Then the two of them raced downstairs to the basement.
Everything they needed was in a storage closet. They removed the
sheers, the ice buckets and the bandages. They grabbed the
tranquilizers and fired darts into the four beleaguered pigs who
stared at them from their cages. Deborah took Pig #1. It was only
fitting. She bent over him and whispered, "This is what you get for
messing with my family." With one clean
balls from his body, as he lay helpless beneath her. Then she
applied the cauterizing agent, ice, and moved onto Pig #2, where
she repeated the process. When Crystal castrated Pig #4, she
laughed when she realized he had eaten dogshit in an attempt to
avoid this moment. “Oh well,” she smiled, not the least bit sorry
about what she was doing. The women gathered the four severed
scrotums and put them in a thick plastic bag.
On the way to the airport, they called Dick and thanked him for his
servitude. He cried on the phone as he realized he would no longer
be able to serve his masters. Crystal reassured him that he'd be
able to find other women like them. After all, plenty of women
could use a sub like him. She didn't tell him they only had room
for one slave and he wasn't their choice.
They met Steven at the airport. He seemed especially frazzled and
hurried. Crystal and Deborah both gestured him away with their
hands. The three had to split it up. They would punish him for his
stupidity later. They sat in different parts of the airplane for the
flight to Miami. After that, they flew to the Dominican Republic.
From there, a boat took them several hundred miles to a remote
and exclusive Caribbean island. Steven carried the bags.
An hour after the women and Steven were gone, the Feds rolled
into their hidden property. What they found astonished them. By
the time the agents made their way to the basement of the old
house, Deborah, Crystal, and their beloved slave Steven were long
gone. As agents swarmed the property, it amazed them to learn the
identities of the four castrated, feminized men they had found in
the basement. Four notorious criminals who had been missing for
months, if not years. None of them had ever seen anything quite
like this.
When they arrived at their final destination, Steven suddenly broke
down crying. He had a confession to make. There was no hunter
that spotted Crystal, as he had told them. The truth was he’d been
under a tremendous amount of pressure at work. In recent weeks,
fellow officers had badgered him about his strange behavior. One
had followed him a week ago, as he drove out to the Grounds. He
was part of the reason they’d been caught. This morning, he
caught wind of the plan from a man on the force, and had just
enough time to notify the women and then elude capture.
Crystal and Deborah turned to each other and then back to Steven.
“You do realize we’ll have to punish you severely for this,” said
Deborah.
“You know how we feel about male lies,” said Crystal.
“Yes masters,” Steven said, and all three of them smiled.
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7175c6 No.1078
>>1077When the news of Deborah and Crystal reached the general public,
it set off a national debate - not to mention some of the crudest
castration jokes imaginable. From their island paradise, the
women read the jokes on the Internet and got a great laugh. They
forced Steven to read them and he cringed. They told him to
lighten up. Then Crystal locked him in a humblr and hairbrushed his balls until he cried like a baby. He hadn't done anything
wrong; both women just loved to come up with excuses to beat his nuts or spank his oh-so-inviting ass. When she was finished, she ordered him to prepare
dinner while she sat out by the pool with Deborah.
Deborah and Crystal had a profound impact on the feminist and social justice
movement. Their private sanctuary was a national news story,
heavily covered by major TV and radio talk shows. In the coming
years, a number of imitators came out of the woodwork and the events were dramatized in a very popular series of books. Femdom
became much more mainstream in America and throughout the
world.
Once they recovered from their injuries, the four pigs were given
their immediate freedom. The government had no choice but to let
them go. To everyone's surprise, they all became valuable
contributors to the feminist movement. They had all been
conditioned so thoroughly that they had been converted into actually
productive members of society. Relieved of their balls, they had
become permanently submissive, feminized and nonviolent. They all entered
servile relationships with other dominant women, Pig 4 was said to used by a whole lesbian society as an example of a male that could be be useful as a made, toilet and tampon. According to Naomi, the lesbians had even taken to altering his dick so that it was little more than a limp tube covered in little nonthreatening bells.
Meanwhile, on a remote island, two women and a man continued
to live a harmonious existence. The man served every need of the
two women. As if he needed a reminder of their strength, eight
stuffed balls sat on the mantle of their beachside mansion. Of
course they would never do such a thing to their beloved slave -
they loved nothing more than using his libido to control him. But
it was nice to have those balls out in the open as a reminder of their
greatest conquest. Both Crystal and Deborah liked to play with the
balls and reminisce about the time they rid the world of four
dangerous male felons. Steven averted his eyes from the mantle at
all times and focused on satisfying his two true superiors. It was his
soul purpose.
THE END
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7175c6 No.1081
>>1078That was a good story. :3
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7175c6 No.1084
>>1056>Or one supposedly based in reality but less extreme?I like the female supremacy, feminization, humiliation, pegging, etc.
You shouldn't tone down to vanilla, but this was pretty extreme with the amount of ballbusting, castration and especially dogshit. That, I had to skip.
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7175c6 No.1085
>>1056>Or one supposedly based in reality but less extreme?I like the female supremacy, feminization, humiliation, pegging, etc.
You shouldn't tone down to vanilla "gentle femdom", but this was pretty extreme with the amount of ballbusting, castration and especially dogshit. That, I had to skip.
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7175c6 No.1092
Table of Contents:
Chapter One – Eat Soap
Chapter Two – Her Knee
Chapter Three – CFNM
Chapter Four – Hair Brush Meets Male Ass
Chapter Five – Remote Control
Chapter Six – Kristin’s Friend Svetlana
Chapter Seven – Anyone for Tennis?
Chapter Eight – Cum Chortling Day
Epilogue – Finished Off
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7175c6 No.1093
>>1092Vanessa Cromwell - newly divorced Vanessa Cromwell - put the pedal to the metal of her brand new Mercedes. She smiled as she felt the smooth engine surge with power as she accelerated into the fast lane of route 138. Just a month ago, she'd signed the final papers on her divorce from Winston. Silly Winston. They'd made it last almost four years. Winston was Vanessa's second “failed” marriage. Since when was failure supposed to feel so good? But it did. She finally had her independence at the age of 43. She might not be young anymore, but she wasn't that old. Plus she was physically fit and emotionally intact.
Vanessa had no regrets for taking her rich ex-husband for tens of millions. He should have known what he was getting into when he went for the trophy wife. During their time together, she'd managed to keep her affairs private (Really, did anyone expect her to be sexually satisfied with an old man?). In the meantime, early on she hired a private dick and had him follow Winston. The detective documented Winston's heavy drinking and eventually he caught Winston in a secret rendezvous at a cross-town hotel.
Really, who could blame Winston? Vanessa hadn't let him touch her for over two years. He had bad breath. His modest, semi-hard penis had no affect on her. Vanessa very much preferred larger, and younger. When men reached a certain age, the blood never filled every vessel of their "vital organs" the way it did for younger men.
The divorce proceedings had been predictably acrimonious. Vanessa instructed her attorney in her own words to "Nail Winston's wrinkled scrotum to the wall." Upon hearing the instructions, Vanessa's young female attorney, barely 30, had laughed out loud. The attorney then proceeded to do as requested, getting her client more than half of everything. Winston was so humiliated he had no choice but to leave Newport and head to his less spectacular home in Florida. This left Vanessa loaded with money, not to mention some prime real estate in the beautiful coastal Rhode Island summer community.
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7175c6 No.1094
>>1093There was something wonderful about sticking it to fucking men, thought Vanessa as she darted in and out of traffic. Her dear friend Brooke was so right. Of course, Brooke took it to… extremes, but maybe the woman was onto something.
Vanessa admired herself in the mirror. She might be a cougar now, but damn she was a fine-looking one. Her shoulder-length dark hair was the plush beneficiary of regular trips to her $250 stylist. She wore a cream-colored blouse with a full strand of pearls around her narrow neck. She had striking dark-brown eyes, long eyelashes, and a pointy little nose. She prided herself on her femininity. At 5'5" and 112 pounds, she was slim and very fit. She knew she was in possession of a firm stomach and an absolutely terrific ass, courtesy of her steady work at the gym. The ass was kept cozy in a lovely dark skirt pulled high over her hips. Stockings and expensive dark pumps completed the outfit.
Vanessa’s thoughts turned to her pussy, as they sometimes did these days. Brooke always preached that successful older women tended to be "cunt conscious," as she eloquently put it, perhaps as a result of a change in hormone activity. As Vanessa had become better friends with Brooke in recent years, she had taken Brooke's advice to heart. She found it both amusing and accurate, Brook's philosophy that the tender area between women's legs ruled the world. "Men are totally transfixed by it," Brooke would say. "It's all they can think about. Use it to your advantage. Use it to brainwash them, to control them. It's the ultimate weapon."
Glancing in the mirror she noticed for the first time that a Mustang convertible was tailgating her. A young man was behind the wheel. He was flashing his lights and motioning with his hands. Vanessa's eyes narrowed and she hit the breaks. This boy needed to learn some manners.
Vanessa was on her way to the health club. It was the grand prize in the divorce settlement from Winston. In addition to $10 million in cash and the house, Winston was forced to part with his seven exclusive health clubs. Perhaps, he shouldn't have let her talk him out of that prenup. Vanessa was now the owner. As a diversion she had taken to managing some aspects of the Newport operation. Mostly, she loved going to the office and acting like a businesswoman even if she hadn't really worked a day in her entire life. It was a beautiful office and she liked the idea of being in charge.
HONK HONK!
Vanessa glanced at the mirror again. The Mustang was maybe two inches off her rear bumper. She wrapped her slender fingers around the steering wheel and squeezed tightly, her long red nails digging into her palms. Begrudgingly, she signaled to the right and moved over one lane. Up ahead, the light turned red and she eased the brand new Mercedes to a stop.
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7175c6 No.1095
>>1094Roger Barry was late for work. And it didn't help that this stupid fucking bitch in the big Mercedes was driving so slow. "It's the fast lane, cunt! Move the fuck over!" he hollered.
His head ached something awful. He knew he shouldn't have had that last drink last night. Glancing at his watch, he was already five minutes late from his receptionist job at the health club. Now his boss, Kristin, was going to really give it to him. And how ridiculous was it that he worked for Kristin? That slut was his age for chrissakes. They had both worked summer jobs at the club since last year and yet she got the supervisory position. He'd only been at this job for two weeks this summer and already he wanted to kill her. He would have quit if the economy wasn't so awful, but the fact was he desperately needed this job.
And this rich twat wouldn't get out of his way! He flashed his lights and accelerated until he was all but touching her back bumper. "Move bitch!" he yelled. Finally, she moved to the right. Up ahead, the light at Greene Avenue was yellow. Fuck! It took forever. Screeching to a halt, Roger turned and stared daggers at the woman in the Mercedes. She was a hot, older woman. That was for damn sure. A brunette. She had pearls and diamond earrings. A total stuck up bitch. She eyed Roger in her Gucci Sunglasses. Roger responded by sticking up his middle finger. "You fucking bitch! Learn how to drive, you cunt rag."
"Excuse me?" she said, acting all indignant. She took off her sunglasses and eyed Roger with deep, brown eyes. Roger felt his heart surge. "Do you know who you're talking to?"
"You heard me, dumb bitch. Get a fucking clue!" Roger shouted.
The light turned green and he sped off.
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7175c6 No.1096
Vanessa could hardly believe it. The boy who worked the front desk at the health club she had recently aquired just called her a "fucking bitch" and a "cunt." She normally didn't allow herself to get upset since she prided herself on her coolness and her cunning. It was what allowed her to ascend to this position in the first place. But the only thing she could think of as she drove the final four blocks to the club was how she was going to personally fire this boy's retarded ass as soon as she arrived.
She knew who he was from having recently studied the employment chart at the club that he reported to Kristin Johnson. When reviewing the summer hires a few weeks ago, her assistant Maya had asked her what to do about the front desk position. Maya had reported that Kristin was totally reliable while this boy, Roger, was "not so great." Vanessa had instructed Maya to make Kristin the front-desk supervisor and have Roger report to her. It had been Vanessa’s first executive move. Vanessa was thrilled at the idea of putting a young woman in charge, about time women got to reward their own after centuries of Old Boys Clubs. When she told Brooke about it over lunch, Brooke had been very pleased. "Maybe I'm getting through to you after all," Brooke had said.
Now that same boy, the bastard, had fucked up for the last time. Vanessa thought of Roger. He was a big, rambunctious young man, over six feet tall, over 200 pounds. In addition to a serious comeuppance, the boy needed a haircut.
Vanessa pulled into cul de sac in front of the club. Wordlessly she exited the vehicle and allowed one of the valet boys to take her car. She strode purposely to her office and sat in the great leather chair. She practiced what she would say:
"Who's the bitch now." No. Too ghetto.
"That will teach you to behave with more respect toward women." Promising.
"I hope you learned a valuable lesson, young man." Not bad.
Thinking ahead to the moment when she would dress the boy down, she felt a pulse and tingle between her thighs and smiled. I'm going to drag it out a bit, she thought. Make him beg. She would take particular pleasure in handing this boy his walking papers.
Vanessa leaned over, picked up the phone and dialed the front desk.
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7175c6 No.1097
>>1096"You're late again asshole," said Kristin.
"Sue me," said Roger, pulling on his uniform and sitting down next to Kristin. Why couldn't he have gotten stuck with a hot chick? Not that Kristin was ugly by any stretch. She was maybe five feet nine inches tall. She had really nice tits. Her ass was the problem. It was just too big for Roger's liking. He preferred skinny bitches, because he had a gotten a bit of weight on recently. In any event, it was utterly absurd that he reported to her.
Roger eyed his boss closely. She wore a suit as though she was some kind of businesswoman. It made her look almost womanly. She had nice legs although her calves were a tad thick. Roger, in contrast wore black pants and a white button down shirt.
Kristin surveyed the asshole she was forced to spend her summer with. "I think I need to speak to Maya," she said, trying to hide her smile.
Roger's eyes widened. He needed this job. "Look, Kristin, whatever, ok? Something came up. You know I'm usually on time. Gimmee a break."
Kristin stared at him intently. Gosh it was great being in charge. It was the only thing that made this job tolerable. She really enjoyed being able to push Roger around. He was such a dumbass. "Okay," she said aloofly. "But I swear, Roger, this is your final warning. Next time I have to tell Maya, who I imagine will take disciplinary action." Kristen enjoyed threatening Roger.
"Fine!" he said, absolutely bursting at the seams, doing everything he could not to go off on Kristin.
The phone rang. Kristin picked it up. "Ocean Health Club Front Desk. Can I help you? Oh hello Mrs. Cromwell! Yes? Um, certainly. I'll send him right up." She hung up the phone and frowned. "That was strange," she said.
"What is it?" said Roger, leaning back in his chair.
"Vanessa Cromwell asked me to send you to directly to her office."
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7175c6 No.1098
>>1097Roger knocked on the large oak door of Vanessa Cromwell's office. His heart thumped. He hadn't met the new owner of the club. Supposedly, according to a couple of his buddies who did valet parking, she was a total babe. Roger speculated that she was summoning him to offer him a better position at the club. It was about time. Maybe she had a thing for younger men…
"Come in," he heard a feminine voice from within.
Roger pushed open the door and his heart jumped into his throat. He could hardly believe his eyes. Sitting in front of him was the bitch in the Mercedes that he'd seen only fifteen minutes ago!
His only hope, he decided, was to play it cool. "You wanted to see me?" he said in as innocent a voice as he could muster.
"Oh, come now.” The woman behind the desk laughed. "You're not going to pretend you don't know who I am are you? A few minutes seemed very sure I was named Cunt or maybe Fucking Bitch. Remember? I think you stuck your middle finger at me." Vanessa now extended her own middle finger at her young guest.
"I- I- If I knew it was you I never would have acted that way," Roger stammered.
"Oh?" said Vanessa. "So if it just some random woman on the street, you would have been happy to show her such disrespect then?" Gosh this was a rush! She sounded just like Brooke. Brooke, whose husband's privates were held captive in some kind of diabolical device and was - get this - spanked regularly on his naked bottom. With a hairbrush no less!
"I- I'm sorry ma'am," the boy said. Vanessa was amused at his transformation, from potty-mouthed tough guy to this groveling, brown-nosing dog. Power was a wonderful thing.
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7175c6 No.1099
>>1098"You're going to be very sorry when you are looking for a new job," Vanessa said. "You are fired." It should have felt better coming from her mouth, but instead it felt hollow. And left her wanting more. "Perhaps you'll think twice before acting like a jerk the next time you cross paths with a woman," she added but it just didn't have the impact she hoped.
The boy's shoulders slumped and he looked to the floor. Vanessa almost felt bad for him. To help brush off her feelings of sympathy, she did what Brooke told her she should do: she thought of all the times that men had cat-called or harassed her in the past, all the sexual and domestic assault that men perpetrated everyday. No, she realized, no this creature did not deserve sympathy.
She watched as the boy stood. To her utter delight, rather than make his way quietly to the door, instead he leaned forward and made a begging motion with his hands. “Look, ma'am, please. I'm so sorry. It will never ever happen again. I learned my lesson. I need this job. I'll do whatever you need me to do so that you know I've paid the price for my actions. Please." He was on the verge of tears.
"You should have thought of that before you acted like a child," Vanessa said. "Now get out of my office before I need to summon security.” She leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs, feeling a slight pulsing coming from beneath. Her heart was pounding… Was she crazy enough to take the next step?
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7175c6 No.1100
>>1099Roger could not believe his terrible luck. He'd insulted the boss and now he was cooked. He'd go broke without this job. He stood and prepared to leave. The sad thing was that Vanessa Cromwell was in fact, a complete and utter babe. How could he have said those things to such a hot piece of tail? She was so well dressed, so confident and sexy. For a moment, Roger had this crazy thought that maybe he'd offer her some sort of sexual favor to get out of this. It might be humiliating but in recent years Roger had found himself having these kinds of odd thoughts when it came to women. They confused him. On the one hand, he wanted to get laid and liked the idea of subjugating them. But sometimes he found himself thinking about being humiliated by them. Being controlled by them. There was something powerful, something wonderfully bitchy about the woman. And Vanessa Cromwell was quite the female specimen. She was so classy, so well dressed. She had a certain aloofness that he found irresistible. At least he would be able to think of her when he masturbated tonight. That was small consolation but at least it was something. Head bowed, he made his way to the door. "I'm sorry again for what I did," he uttered.
That's when he heard the words that rocked him to his core. "Wait!" her sharp feminine voice ordered. He stopped in his tracks, one hand on the door. He turned and faced his boss.
She had a slight grin on her pretty face. "Just how sorry are you, young man?"
"Huh?" he said, face bright red.
"Come here," she motioned with her little red-painted finger.
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7175c6 No.1101
>>1100Vanessa couldn't believe she was going through with it. Brooke was really rubbing off on her. And there was something about this boy, all bulky and clumsy that excited her. Something about the idea of pushing him around. He was less than half her age and more than twice her size. She reasoned that, other than the physical side of things, she was his superior in every other facet, emotionally, intellectually, financially, and sexually. In addition, there was something she detected in this demeanor. Despite his rudeness and his temperamental nature, there was something that needed to be tamed. She motioned for him to come around the side of the desk and stand in front of her.
"You said you'd do whatever I needed you to do," she said, legs still crossed, as she studied the disheveled young man that stood in front of her.
Noticing the look of recognition on his face, she quickly corrected herself. "Don't get the wrong idea, Roger," she added. "I'm not interested in that." She gestured to his crotch. "Not from you anyway." She waited for his shoulders to slump.
"Yes ma'am," Roger said. His heart was beating a mile a minute. He had an inkling he knew where this might be going. A part of him was terrified but a part of him tingled with anticipation.
"You're pretty polite once you know your place," Vanessa said, teasing out the moment. "How would you like to be taught a great deal more about respecting women?" Before he could answer she continued, "It won’t be as fun for you as it will be for me. But I suspect you will learn a great deal. Eventually you might grow to enjoy what I have in mind.”
"……..What do I have to do?" Roger asked.
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7175c6 No.1102
>>1101"Follow me," Vanessa said, standing. She walked into her palatial bathroom, which was connected to her office. She felt the rustling of her skirt as her legs flexed back and forth and it added to her confidence. They stood in front of the mirror together. It was amazing how he towered over her. But anyone looking at the pair would not have mistaken who was in charge.
Like a woman possessed, Vanessa grabbed a bar of soap off the counter above the sink. It was brand new and quite sizable. She eyed him in the mirror. "Young man," Vanessa said. "I can't think of a more suitable punishment for a potty mouth like you than to have your mouth washed out with soap. Now open wide," she said, holding the soap up near his face.
At first Roger did nothing. He was shocked at these developments. His emotions were all over the map. For a moment, he thought he was going to get laid. Then he was told she just wanted to teach him a lesson about respect. Respect! Please. He felt the anger surge up inside him again. Then he felt something very different. It started as a slight tingling, but soon he felt himself begin to expand in his trousers. It was something about the way she was talking to him. Not to mention the way she moved in that skirt. He couldn't possibly like it. Could he? He tried to push the thought from his head, but the thought wouldn't go away. There was something mesmerizing about this chick's voice. Something about the shine of her lipstick. Her scent. His cock twitched. And of course he couldn't stop imagining what was beneath her skirt. He knew what was beneath her skirt, but it remained out of view and that made her even more desirable.
Her voice brought him out of his trance. "You can either open wide, or you can leave forever," Vanessa said. She tapped her pump impatiently on the bathroom tile. "I'm waiting."
"I'll stay," he stammered. As a sign of his submission, he opened his mouth.
"Wider!" she ordered. "And stick out your filthy tongue." She took firm hold of his chin and pressed a corner of the bar of soap against the inside of his cheek until the other corner of the soap had room to clear his other cheek. She then moved her free hand around the base of his skull so that he couldn't easily pull away. Then, with a fluid, delightfully satisfying motion, she shoved the bar into his mouth. "Bite down on it," she said as she continued to push the bar against his mouth.
Roger felt the strong acidic taste invade his mouth. His initial reflex was to spit the soap out, but he knew better than to defy her. Plus he felt a bizarre peacefulness, as though this was all meant to be. He felt himself throb harder and harder in his pants and hoped she wouldn't notice. Waves of cognitive dissonance washed over him. He felt almost hypnotized and totally malleable, but angry and frustrated as well.
Vanessa put her hands on her hips. She appraised the boy carefully. This was beautiful. For all her conquests over the male gender she was hard-pressed to come up with a moment that felt any more satisfying. She was on a roll! "I need to make a few phone calls," she said. "Come stand in front of me so I can keep an eye on you."
As though in a trance, he followed her into the other room. She plunked her small body into the huge chair and pointed to a spot on the floor a few feet from the chair. "On second hand, I want you to sit beneath me. Don't sit too close though. Sit right here."
For the next 15 minutes, Roger sat. He felt dizzy with humiliation and at the same time strangely aroused. His saliva caused the soap to soften and it tasted awful. He began to perspire. When she wasn't looking, he snuck glances at Vanessa's legs and her heels.
Finally, when it seemed as though it would never end, she addressed him. "Stand up," she said. As he stood, so did Vanessa. He felt his pants pressed outwards in the crotch. His balls ached and for the life of him he couldn't understand why. She looked at him and smiled vindictively. For a moment, Roger felt the anger surge up in him. How had he allowed this to happen? Why didn't he just walk away? He felt powerless. Then he saw her eyes drift downward where they settled on his groin. She looked back at him as though she was about to say something. Instead she smiled, "Give me your hand."
This time she escorted him by hand back into the bathroom. Together they stood in front of the mirror. Roger had begun drooling from the bottom of his mouth. The saliva was running down his chin. She reached up and mercifully removed the soap from his mouth, placing it daintily in the sink. They eyed each other in the mirror.
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7175c6 No.1103
>>1102"So did you learn your lesson?" she asked.
"Yes, miss," he stammered weakly. Why was he so fucked up? It was as though he was in a trance.
"I prefer ma'am," she said.
"Yes ma'am," he corrected himself. Now that the soap was gone he was beginning to regain his bearings. She was angering him again.
"The next time I sense any disrespect from you toward me, or any other woman in this club, I'll do a much more thorough job of washing your mouth. Believe me. And that's not all I'll do," she said, as she felt intense satisfaction emanating from her nipples and her crotch.
"Yes ma'am," Roger said. At this point, he just wanted to leave.
"Okay, you can go back to work," she said. "And take your new soap with you," she added. "In fact, I want you to carry it with you at all times in case you're in need of further correction." God she was good at this! She could sense he was angry, and that made it even better.
She watched as he slunk out without a word, soap in hand.
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7175c6 No.1105
>>1103When Roger arrived home that evening, he went straight to his room, pulled down his pants and, in less than ten strokes, sent fountains of semen shooting all over the place. As he cleaned the mess he wondered what the hell was the matter with him. How had he let himself get bested by some skirt? Okay, it was true, she was beautiful and the owner of the club, but women were for fucking. He should have bent her over her desk and slammed her. He should have used his physical strength and knocked that little pussy for a loop. That's what men were supposed to do to women. Then why did it feel so good to be bossed around like that? He had no idea, but he was already hardening again as he thought of the way she spoke to him. For some insane reason, it felt really good to be pushed around by the weaker sex. He wished he could understand what was going on in his head.
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7175c6 No.1106
>>1105Across town, Vanessa was enjoying a cup of tea with her good friend Brooke. "It was so incredible, Brooke. I took charge of him, totally put him in his place. I loved every moment."
Brooke Radcliffe took a sip of tea, her red lipstick leaving a mark on the china. A full-figured bombshell blonde, Brooke had once been a model. But once she got married, she began to fill out. Still beautiful, Brooke was a Ruebenesque size 14 and proud of it. She was a loud, unapologetic, flamboyant, pleasure seeking woman, who wore expensive clothing and dictated all aspects of her life. Vanessa and Brooke met at the Country Club three years earlier and the two became fast friends. Their husbands ran in the same circles. Early on in their relationship, Brooke made her views on female/male relationships perfectly clear. Women rightfully ruled society, patriarchy was a trick of the light, a shadow on the wall. She preached this fact to Vanessa whenever they got together. Now both 43, Brooke was thrilled to discover that her initial suspicion about Vanessa was proving correct. The beautiful, skinny bitch was a true-blue Female Dominant.
Vanessa absolutely glowed as she related her experience with the young man earlier that day. "There was something incredibly satisfying about the exchange," she said. "This feeling of power. I felt it down there, and in my nipples a bit too," she said. "Between this and the divorce, I think I've finally arrived as a woman."
Brooke smiled. "You have, dear. In truth, you were always a woman. Only now with the training and inevitable conquering of this boy, you're in the process of truly blossoming."
Vanessa pushed back her hair, revealing a blush. "I guess, I think of myself as a little bit old to, um, blossom."
"Utter nonsense," said Brooke. "Modern women reach the peak of their sexual and emotional powers from the ages of 35 to 60."
Vanessa smiled. "I wonder how far I should take it with this boy. I don't want to get in trouble."
"Trouble?" said Brooke. "The only one in trouble is this boy - trust me!"
Vanessa repositioned her snug bottom on the couch. Just thinking of what happened was getting her hot again. "Get this, Brooke," she said. "The whole time I was humiliating him, he had this little erection tent-poling out in his pants."
Brooke threw back her head and laughed. "Of course he did! And I'm glad you noticed. Did you point out his erection to him?"
“No.”
“Well, why not?”
"I don't know," said Vanessa. "I guess I want to move slowly with him, and I'm still getting used to this as well."
Brooke contemplated her friend's comment. "I think that's a good strategy," she said. "The truth is, I can guarantee you this boy is just begging to be taken in hand. You could do it tomorrow if you wanted to. But there's something extra satisfying about doing it gradually."
Vanessa smiled. Brooke was so sharp. "So what would you recommend?"
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7175c6 No.1107
>>1106Brooke contemplated momentarily. "By washing his mouth out, you've established a wonderful disciplinary foothold with him. His erection was an indication that, willingly or not, he enjoyed being put in his place. At the same time, I'd wager that his male ego is resisting the process. Now is the time to break down his ego. You have the easiest solution in the world: The penis!"
Vanessa laughed. This was so much fun! "What about his penis?"
Brooke continued: "The penis never lies. His erection was a clear sign that he's ready to submit to Female Supremacy. While you were putting him in his rightful place today, his ego was telling him one thing, but his penis - the thing that defines him as a male - was standing at full attention, saluting your superiority. By assaulting him with your body, with your smell, with the power of your femininity, his penis went into full salute - full surrender mode if you will - even if his brain wasn't ready to. Did you know in hyenas males display their erections to indicate their submission to alpha females? Our genetics are really not so different. If there's one ultimate law of female supremacy it's that the penis leads, and the male brain follows."
Brooke spent the next few minutes suggesting a plan. When she was done, Vanessa's smile could have lit up the entire mansion. This was going to be amazing.
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7175c6 No.1108
>>1107The next day, Roger was busy wiping down the front desk. Kristin, that stupid bitch, had him on clean-up duty while she chatted up a pair of women in their late 20s who were waiting for their doubles partners to arrive. Roger felt searing resentment as he wiped away, yet when he took a moment to think of Kristin telling him what to do, he felt a brief stirring in his groin. Fuck that gay shit, he said to himself, and pushed it out of his head.
"Psst, Roger." He looked up and found himself facing Maya, the club manager. Maya was an attractive Hindi woman with a nice, tight body. She was also a hell of a tennis player. "Mrs. Cromwell needs to see you in her office."
Roger's heart jumped. He immediately broke into a cold sweat. "What does she want?" he feigned toughness.
"I have no idea," said Maya. "Do you want me to ask her?" she said raising her eyebrows.
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7175c6 No.1109
>>1108"Come stand in front of me, Roger," said Mrs. Cromwell.
Roger tried like crazy to stay calm as he approached Mrs. Cromwell who once again was dressed to the nines. What a gorgeous, cosmopolitan woman she was. And she just sat there, stringing him along, keeping him guessing, as she eyed him up and down. As he felt her eyes over him, Roger felt the inevitable expansion take place in his pants. What was it about this fucking woman that made him lose control?
"How are we today, Roger?" she finally asked.
"I'm fine, ma'am."
"Did you bring your soap with you?"
The question caught him off guard. Thinking she'd never bug him again he'd left the soap in his room at home. "I- I forgot it, ma'am," he said.
"You forgot it?" she looked at him sternly. "What did I tell you about the soap?"
"You told me to bring it with me," Roger said, beginning to steam but at the same time growing harder and harder at her high-handedness.
"No. I told you to carry it with you at all times. You aren't too bright, are you?"
Roger's irritation along with his penis rose another notch. "I don't know," he said.
Vanessa loved stringing him along this way. She reflected again on how easy it was to push his buttons, to manipulate him, and she thirsted for the next step. "What do you think I should do about this? What would you do if you were me?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know. I don't know," she mimicked him. She could tell he was angry and this would make things even more enjoyable. Extending her pointer finger at his groin, she said, "It looks like your penis is excited, Roger. Same way it was yesterday." She paused to let her words sink in. "What? You think I didn't notice your disgraceful lack of control? Really, what do you think we should do about this?"
Roger felt his knees go weak. His mind went reeling with fury. The way she cavalierly exposed what he thought was his private kingdom, his penis, shocked him to the core. "I don't know," he said again.
Vanessa uttered a disgusted sigh. "I think it's clear the soap didn't do the trick." She stood in front of him and he felt her scent float up into his nasal passage. "Spread your legs," she said.
Roger’s mind was on the verge of explosion. What on earth was happening here? He felt his legs move apart as though she had a remote control leg-spreader in her possession.
"Further!" Vanessa said. She felt a tingle in each nipple. It wouldn't be long before she became moist. She waited for him to acknowledge her latest command. Once he did, she continued the verbal assault. “I think it’s clear you would benefit greatly from a swift knee to the groin. Don’t you, Roger?” She locked her eyes on him and smiled, while casually placing her hands on her hips and jutting her crotch out ever so slightly.
“Um, I don’t know,” Roger said after a long delay where his male mind tried to process what was happening.
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7175c6 No.1110
>>1109Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Vanessa thrust her knee forward and upward at its intended target. She felt the hard bone of her knee cap made solid contact with his groin. The temporary softness of his groin gave way to the hardness of what she guessed was his tailbone. With great pleasure, she watched as Roger's eyes grew big as saucers. She stepped back and studied him as he doubled over in pain.
Oh my god, she thought to herself. That felt so fucking good.
Roger didn't know why he had so readily agreed to spread his legs. He knew what she was going to do to him. Talk about the ultimate indignity, or so he thought at the time. Unbeknownst to him, far worse indignities awaited him. This little woman, this fucking middle aged bitch! How could he let this happen to him? Why didn't he leave? It was a great mystery to him. How could he have stood there and allow this fucking cunt rag to give him a humiliating knee to the balls? He doubled over as the pain entered his stomach. It was all he could do to keep from collapsing on his knees. His instinct told him to run, but he remained standing there. In the process of doubling over, he'd caught sight of Mrs. Cromwell's midsection, the hump in her crotch a few tantalizing inches away. Again, that funny feeling returned. Although he should have been furious - No, he should have grabbed her by the neck, instead his cock stiffened and he grunted "Thank you," as he tried to catch his breath.
"What was that?" the female voice of authority said.
"Thank you," he muttered, still doubled over.
Her laughter filled the room, and once again Roger was filled with rage.
"You see that, Roger," she said. "You like it.” Vanessa felt a surge of confidence. Her instinct took over. “I want you to admit that you like it and ask me very politely to knee you there again."
Roger attempted to straighten himself. He looked down at her sexy pump, which was tapping on the floor. It was just so sexy and feminine. "I don't like it," he said suddenly and without conviction.
He felt her finger beneath his chin, an unstated demand for him to look at her. "Roger," she said. "Your penis likes it." She reached out and gave Roger’s groin a quick pinch. She felt the hard penis beneath the fabric of his pants and her pinch lingered for a pregnant second, she felt him pulse even harder before she released her grip.
That was it. He pulled away and made his way for the door. Enough of this.. this crazy, psycho bitch. He was done. Her sweet, feminine laughter followed him as he walked across the office. "Oh Roger, you aren't really going to walk away, are you!" It was a command, not a question, and it stopped him in his tracks.
Roger still felt the impact of her grip on his private part. That little squeeze on his cock head. Man, did it send him for a loop! Feelings surged through him, the likes of which he’d never felt in his entire life.
With each passing moment, Vanessa’s confidence continued to surge. "Come back and stand in front of me now," she said. It was an order, but it was voiced in a gentle feminine voice which confused and manipulate her male prey.
The voice rattled inside Roger’s brain. As though possessed, Roger did as he was told. Like a dick driven robot, he returned to the spot where he had been kneed in the testicles a moment ago. He felt his cock ache in his pants, begging for more contact before it would let him leave. Maybe he should just rape the cunt.
She smiled victoriously as he approached her. "You see, Roger?" she said. "Your penis is facing the ceiling just like it was yesterday. I want you to admit to me you like this, just like your penis is admitting you like it. Then I want you to ask me very politely to knee you again."
"I-I-" he stammered. He couldn’t believe the way she just said the word like it was nothing. Your penis.
She spoke gently, though her words were not the least bit vague. “Do it.”
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7175c6 No.1111
>>1110Roger’s lust was getting the better of him. He suddenly had this intense urge to be naked for Mrs. Cromwell, to jerk off, to feel her stroke him again, to lick what he imagined to be her perfect little pussy. His cock absolutely throbbed, he thought he was explode right then it was so hard. She was undeniably right. He liked it.
"I-I like it, ma'am," he admitted, choking back confessional tears. "Please Mrs. Cromwell. Please knee me again."
Vanessa's smile once again glowed. "Where should I knee you, Roger?"
"In the groin." Roger was dizzy with a combination of sexual excitement and bewilderment.
“Be more specific.”
“In the nuts,” he whispered.
Vanessa positioned him so he was standing in the corner. She wanted to make this one count. She could feel her panties soak through. "Take your pants down," she said. "But leave your underwear on. That way I know exactly where to aim."
Roger obeyed in a flash. He was in total heat. He would have done whatever she told him to do at this point. All sense of reason had left him. He wore boxer briefs. His 6" cock strained upward against the briefs. A wet spot was quite apparent. The erection left his nuts dangerously exposed, it pulled his brief up so that their outline clear through the thin fabric.
Vanessa put her hands on his shoulders again. She pushed her knee against his crotch and held it there. "Like I said, Roger. Penises never lie. Now ask me nicely one more time."
This bitch was getting off on this! For a brief moment, the male ego rose in Roger, but then he felt her knee rubbing against the base of his groin and it left him again. "Please Mrs. Cromwell… kn-knee me in the balls."
Vanessa didn't move. "Ask me with more feeling!" she said. "If I'm going to go out of my way to do this for you, I want to feel appreciated."
"Please ma'am, knee me in th-" This time, before he could finish, Vanessa pulled back her well-toned leg and stepped into it. Time to go for the kill. Time to jolt his balls into next week. Time for some real payback for his rudeness, for his maleness.
Her right thigh pivoted on the axis of her stationary left thigh, smoothly flexing backward and then forward again with more-than-sufficient force:
THwACK!
“Mmph.” She groaned with satisfaction as she delivered the blow. Amazingly her knee lifted him up to his tippie toes as he tried unsuccessfully to absorb his punishment. Vanessa sorely wished someone had taken a photograph at the moment of impact. It would have been a treasured keepsake.
The look of surprise and disbelief on Roger’s face was priceless. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned in what could best be described as the sound of total defeat. Then he collapsed on the floor and brought his knees to his chest, his hands searching for his groin in an unsuccessful attempt to sooth the deep pain in his stomach. He felt nauseous.
Feeling a great sense of accomplishment, Vanessa walked back to her desk and sat down. "Put your pants back on and get the fuck out of my office," she said. "Now," she added.
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7175c6 No.1112
>>1111That night, after being kneed where it counted, Roger lay on his bed and stared at his cock and balls. His balls were black and blue. He'd spent almost an hour icing them down but the color wouldn't change. He thought of who did that to them – A Woman - and he filled with rage. At the same time, he'd masturbated three times in the three hours he'd been home. Now that he’d gotten his rocks off, all he could think of was how he'd allowed himself to be so…so humiliated by that little bitch. What was happening to him? Could he trust her? What would she do next?
As these thoughts through his head, he felt himself harden yet again as he contemplated what had taken place, and what might take place in the future. Confusion reigned. He couldn't get Mrs. Cromwell's smiling, beautiful face out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about her ass and the way it moved in her skirt. The way she pranced around. The way she spoke down to him. Made him admit that he liked it. Nailed him right where it counted. Despite having masturbated three times, he was rock hard again. He punched the bed in frustration. Then almost without thinking, he took a pen and wrote on his inner thigh: "Property of Mrs. Cromwell." He drew an arrow and pointed it to his penis. Before washing off his thigh, he would masturbate for a fourth time.
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7175c6 No.1113
>>1112"It was beautiful, Brooke. If not for the divorce it might have been the climactic moment of my life." Vanessa said.
Brooke laughed. "Better than sex?" she asked.
Vanessa pondered the difficult question. Earlier that evening, after she'd knocked Roger's scrotum into next week, she'd called Hugh, the tall 31 year-old club tennis pro into her office. There, she'd sat him on the couch and impaled herself on his thick 8" cock. Three earth-shattering orgasms in fifteen minutes, though none might have been as satisfying as kneeing Roger's balls. Indeed, the act of kneeing Roger's balls had greatly enhanced her orgasms. "Crazy as it sounds I think the domination is more fulfilling.
Brooke took a sip of tea. "And you haven't even scratched the surface of true female domination yet."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about CFNM. Clothed Female, Nude Male. It's time you fully expose Roger for the perverted pussywhipped slob that he is. At the same time, you keep your clothing on. It will be an extremely liberating and defining experience for both of you."
"Hmm, CFNM has a nice ring to it," agreed Vanessa. "But Roger is such a pig. He probably stinks.”
Brooke: "Easy problem to solve. After you make him strip naked, have him clean himself and shave in your bathroom."
Vanessa: "I have to admit, that sounds like a lot of fun. Do you really think he'll go for that?"
Brooke: "Do I think he'll go for that? Hello? Vanessa, I guarantee you this boy went home today and masturbated all night long. And the whole time I guarantee he was fantasizing about the beautiful, mature woman that took control of him. He has no say in the matter!"
Both women broke into laughter.
Vanessa: "I could totally see that."
Brooke: "Vanessa, you got him to admit he likes it. You OWN his penis. It's a done deal. Now, the question is – and I think I know the answer - are you a true female supremacist?"
Vanessa: "I never thought about it."
Brooke: "Yes you have. You should listen to a recording of you describing what it felt like to humiliate Roger today. You’re a natural, vindictive female supremacist, Vanessa. I know it.”
Vanessa smiled. "When you're right, you're right."
Brooke took another sip of tea. "Now that we have that settled, let me tell you about CFNM. CFNM is the cornerstone of female domination. The idea is that the ultimate prize, the all-powerful cunt, while always in the mind of the perverted submissive male, may never under any circumstances be seen. Out of sight but never out of mind. It's because we as superior women have the right to total privacy. Males, on the other hand, must be totally exposed. By exposing him, you're greatly enhancing your domination. While you remain the picture of dignity and control, he will be stripped of his clothing and his ego. His naked, vanquished penis will be a sign of respect to your authority and also a sign of his lack of self-control. You are to constantly make him aware of the situation. Rub his face in it! Point out to him how modern women are civilized, dignified beings, while males are nothing but dogs, slave to their masters - the vagina - that which they can never see but still enslaves them by its mere presence!"
Vanessa nodded in appreciation.
Brooke continued. "Just think of ball busting for example. As great as today was, imagine how much more pleasurable it will be when you can see his penis flopping around like a punch-drunk boxer after you've finished disciplining it. Imagine the joy of watching his scrotum go flying from one side of his groin to the other as he grunts and moans in total defeat. Trust me. I should know. It's intensely pleasurable. You got a small taste of it today.”
Vanessa shook her head in admiration. She could feel the blood flowing to that region as she thought of humiliating Roger that way. "Brooke, you're a genius," she said.
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7175c6 No.1114
>>1113"I know. Now remember. Once he's naked, you should go out of your way to make him feel exposed and humiliated. Rape him with your eyes. Constantly refer to his penis as though it's second nature. Remember, it's a penis, not a cock. Real men have cocks. Roger has a penis. And he likes to masturbate it. Quiz him about his masturbation habits. Make him confess everything to you - his female penis master."
"Incredible," said Vanessa. A light went off in her head. “And the whole time, my pussy will be safe and secure, in a comfortable pair of panties, happy as a clam!”
The two burst into laughter. It was funny because it was true.
"Exactly, girl. It's all yours for the taking," said Brooke. "Remember he wants this. He needs this. You're fulfilling his deepest fantasies. A part of him is too stupid to realize that. But you're in the process of destroying that part of him. I'm talking about his male ego. Be vindictive. Once you get him naked, take a photograph of him doing something stupid, like sticking his finger up his anus while masturbating. Blackmail him. It's your ultimate insurance policy."
"What a great idea," said Vanessa.
"Take him well beyond his comfort zone, beyond his limits. Make him deeply regret what he's gotten himself into. DESTROY him. Otherwise it's not worth it."
"That's harsh," said Vanessa. "But I do like it."
"I know you like it," chided Brooke good naturedly. "And you're going to like it more and more because it's your true calling." She stood and leveled with her friend. "Vanessa, men have been doing horrible things to women for tens of thousands of years. The revenge we take upon them must be without mercy. And just remember the way Roger treated you at the traffic light. This is a young male sorely in need of correction."
"And I'm just the woman to give it to him," said Vanessa with more conviction than ever.
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7175c6 No.1115
>>1114Roger stiffened the moment he saw Mrs. Cromwell walk in the door. It was mid afternoon two days after his last visit to her office. He'd been thinking of nothing but her since their last meeting. He admitted to hoping he'd get some private time in her office. What might she have in store for him? When he saw her approach the front desk, his sexual excitement trumped his fear. Was this love?
"Hello Kristin," Mrs. Cromwell said.
Here mere presence excited Roger. As usual, she was radiant. Today she wore a black knee high skirt, stockings, black square-toed high heels, and an orange blouse.
"I need someone to do some heavy lifting in my office. May I borrow your assistant later this afternoon?" She motioned to Kristin.
"My assistant?" Kristin chuckled. "Of course, Mrs. Cromwell. He's all yours."
"Great, see you at 4:00, Roger."
When she was gone, Kristin turned to Roger. "What's that all about, <assistant>?"
"I don't know, and I'm not your assistant," Roger said, turning red.
"Yes you are," Kristin challenged. Then she frowned. "Looks like Vanessa likes you."
If only she knew, thought Roger.
Roger contemplated the situation. I wonder what she's going to do to me? Will she knee my balls again? It's not like I did anything to tick her off. Maybe she really does need me to lift some heavy stuff. After thinking it over, Roger concluded that he shouldn't let his fantasies get out of hand. Mrs. Cromwell was a wealthy, civilized woman. He couldn't imagine she'd take things much further than she already had. This triggered disappointment in Roger, which annoyed him.
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7175c6 No.1116
>>1115"You needed me?" Roger entered Mrs. Cromwell's office at 4:00 sharp. She was busy typing.
"Come stand at attention," Vanessa said, without taking her eyes away from her computer screen.
For a flickering moment, Roger felt some anger at her high-handedness. Then he realized how stiff he was and he snapped back to attention. Good thing he had adjusted himself in his underpants prior to entering her office. It made his erection much less conspicuous.
After a minute, she turned in her chair and faced him. "Did you bring your soap?"
Hand trembling, Roger reached into his back pocket and pulled out the soap. "Good boy! You can put it back in your pocket. Hopefully we won't need it today."
Roger sighed. That was a relief.
Vanessa appraised him up and down. "How do your balls feel today, Roger?"
Roger couldn't believe this. She was really going to push it, and he found himself once again quivering with excitement at how she made him feel simply by being in the same room to him, by talking to him so cavalierly. "They are, um, okay. They were swollen the other day."
"And why were they swollen?" she raised her eyebrows and smiled.
"Because you kneed me."
"That's right. I kneed you. And you liked it, right?"
Roger hated how she rubbed it in his face. But he loved it at the same time. "Yes."
Vanessa uncrossed her legs. They looked exquisite lined up next to one another. "Roger, tell me, did you masturbate your penis when you thought of what I did to you?"
The question nearly knocked Roger over - the way she cavalierly tossed these dirty phrases around. He was so shocked, he said nothing.
"You're blushing, Roger." Vanessa spoke slowly. "It's a simple question. Did you masturbate your penis when you thought of what I did to you?" Her sweet voice took extra time to enunciate the word "penis."
Lie to her, Roger thought to himself. But he couldn't. He was so overwhelmed with her beauty. There was something hypnotic about her. Those legs and the way he could almost see up her skirt to the treasure that was just out of view. "Yes, ma'am," he found himself saying before he could change his mind.
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7175c6 No.1117
>>1116Vanessa threw back her head and laughed. "How many times?" she asked.
Roger felt angry at being laughed at. "I don't know."
"So it must have been several," she said through continued laughter.
Damn it, he'd been outsmarted again. "I-I guess," he finally admitted.
"Look at you, Roger," Vanessa went into lecture mode. "I wash your mouth out with soap. Then I scramble your eggs, and you go home and masturbate several times. I think it's obvious you enjoy the idea of serving me. Don't you?"
"I don't know."
"Take down your pants and your underpants," Vanessa said haughtily. "I want to see what you've been playing with."
Roger's hands moved quickly to unbutton himself. Apparently it wasn't fast enough for Mrs. Cromwell, who said, "C'mon, don't keep me waiting!"
With great excitement, Roger yanked down his pants and his underpants. God it felt good when Mrs. Cromwell bossed him around. The promise of sexual gratification overcame any fears of what she might do to him. His cock popped out into the open. It was red and hard, in all its glory.
"Gosh, Roger, what a complete PERVERT you are! I tell you to expose your penis to me, your boss, and you were just chomping at the bit. Believe me when I say if the situation were reversed, I would never show you any of my private parts in a million years. Do you know why?"
"No, ma'am," Roger grunted.
"Because I'm a WOMAN, stupid. I’m not ruled by my spasmodic sexual desires. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Roger felt a flicker of anger at the insult.
"Good." Vanessa took a ruler off her desk. She leaned forward and slid one end of the ruler under his balls and pushed upwards. The action caused Roger's erect penis to point straight at the ceiling.
She bounced his balls on the end of the ruler. "I want to make sure you're perfectly clear about what's happening to you, Roger. Your swollen penis is a sign of submission and respect to me. That's a good thing. You should be proud of yourself. In fact, I want you to thank your penis for showing respect to a woman."
"Thank you penis," Roger said, his anger rising at what was happening to him.
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7175c6 No.1118
>>1117Before Roger knew what hit him, Vanessa pulled the ruler away and then slapped him hard right on the head of his cock. It stung something awful. Roger bent forward and instinctively brought his hands to his groin.
"Take your hands away!" Vanessa ordered. When he complied, she continued. "Roger, you have NO IDEA what I'm capable of. Now repeat after me. 'Thank you, penis, for showing respect to Miss Vanessa."
"Thank you, penis, for showing respect to Miss Vanessa."
"Good boy. Now, Roger. There's no nice way to put this: your penis stinks, and so do you. You are a ripe, unkempt young man. Since you're going to be spending a great deal of time naked in my presence, we need to correct this right away. So you need to drag your stinky ass into my bathroom, get in the shower, and clean every orifice in your body harder than you ever had before. Especially your penis and asshole. When you are done, there's a razor on the toilet. You are to shave off that disgusting nest around your penis and balls. So I can see your privates without having to squint my eyes and look at that disgusting nest. Are we clear?"
Roger's anger was reaching a boiling point. He was close to grabbing his clothing and running for it. But he couldn't bring himself to break away.
As though she could read his mind, Vanessa took the ruler and began caressing the underside of Roger's cock. Her words chilled him to the bone. "Roger, we both know the effect I have on your penis. I own it and soon enough I'll own you. We both know this. Now go clean up your dirty ass and hurry back to stand in front of me in your birthday suit. Run along now."
Vanessa turned and placed the ruler on the desk. As Roger ran off to the shower, she squeezed her thighs together. This was even better than she could have imagined. She could see the way her words penetrated his soul. She pressed a button on her computer. Glancing through some femdom porn she had recently started browsing for ideas. Her victory over Roger would be totally comprehensive. His defeat would be a humiliation unlike any other.
When Roger came out of the bathroom, his horniness had reached new heights. The act of scrubbing and shaving himself for a woman had driven him wild. Now as he stood back in the presence of Vanessa and her perfume assaulted his senses he thought he might explode without even touching himself.
Vanessa made Roger stand right in front of her. She leaned forward in the chair and studied Roger. Recently, to pass the time, she had read a few books on human, specifically male body English. Roger was displaying all the signs of deep submission. It was the perfect time to teach him his most humiliating lesson yet.
"Look at your penis, Roger. Does it normally get that hard?"
"Sometimes," he gasped. Each time she said that word, <penis>, it made him crazy with desire. It made him aware of the situation he found himself in, naked, exposed, and horny. Far off in the recesses of him mind, his male ego was issuing an alarm, but the alarm was being overridden by her commanding, bitchy, feminine voice.
Vanessa chuckled. "Who made your penis get that hard, Roger?"
"Y-you did," he stammered.
"Bend forward, Roger, hips back, face right here," she motioned. Then she took Roger gently by the chin and deep into his eyes. "That's right. I made you this way and don't your forget it." Vanessa took a tiny digital camera off her desk. "I'll bet you're just dying to touch your penis for me, aren't you, Roger?"
"Yes ma'am," Roger panted just like a dog.
Vanessa positioned the camera in her small hands. "I think we should capture the moment for posterity’s sake. Your first time shaming yourself for my amusement. Don't you think?" She smiled.
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7175c6 No.1119
>>1118Roger felt an alarm go off in his head. If she has photographs, she could use them against me. Unfortunately, Vanessa's timing was perfect. Every phase of her plan was orchestrated to perfection. She knew his desire would once again get the better of him. Roger knew none of this, of course. He only knew that the shower had made him horny and he was dying for release. The fact that she would be wearing all her clothes made the whole thing even more exciting. She was so fucking sexy. Roger couldn't take his eyes of her perfect flat stomach, her slender legs, fingers and neck, and then the perfect little mound in the center of her body. He felt himself weaken even further.
She turned on the camera. "Shove your middle finger deep into your anus for me, Roger," she said. When Roger hesitated, she added, "Do it now, jerkoff. Deeper. All the way in.”
Roger felt himself hesitate, then when she verbally humiliated him, it caused him to fall deeper into submission. He plunged his middle finger deep into his ass and sighed with pleasure.
"Good boy. See how good it feels to humiliate yourself for me? Now, Roger make a ring with your thumb and forefinger. Good boy. Now, slide your penis in between the ring finger, and fuck your hand and your ass at the same time!" Vanessa howled with laughter, pleased with her improvisational verbal skills.
“C'mon, fuck yourself harder, Roger. That's it. Pump those hips. Rotate your body in a circle so I can get some nice incriminating photos."
That word incriminating alarmed Roger, but he was too lost in his own masturbatory excitement to care. As though she could read his mind - he was beginning to think she really could - Vanessa said, "That's right, jackass. I said incriminating. And tell me when you are close to cumming." She took several more photographs.
Roger couldn't believe he was in this position. But he couldn't stop. He knew things had gone completely out of his control, but he was totally consumed by the moment, and his hunger. He began to feel an earth-shattering orgasm well up in his loins. "I- I'm gonna cum," he panted.
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7175c6 No.1120
Vanessa suddenly rose to her feet and stepped in front of him. "I did NOT give you permission to cum." Roger watched, totally helpless as she lifted her knee and flicked her lower leg up between his thighs. Thwunk! Her high-heeled pump crashed into his nuts at the same time his orgasm built to a crescendo. Pain and incredible pleasure all at once! Roger sprawled on the floor next to Vanessa's feet, his hands moving to cradle his screaming testicles and his penis contracting in an intense orgasm, semen spurting uncontrollably out of those aching swollen nuts.
Brooke was right as usual. The intense satisfaction Vanessa felt when she kicked Roger in his naked balls was like nothing she'd ever experienced. The visual of his balls going flying and bouncing around while his cock stood at attention was spectacular.
Roger convulsed on the floor, Vanessa crouched down above him. She grabbed him roughly by the hair. "You're going to clean your fucking mess off my carpet, jackass." Gone was the kind, hypnotic voice. In it's place was the voice of a raging bitch. She made him fetch some towels in the kitchen and wipe down her carpet while she stood above him and belittled him. "You clearly have no self control. Next time you spill your male filth in my office, I swear to god, I’m going to make you lick it up," she said. "Are we clear?"
Roger couldn't believe his predicament. In his post orgasmic haze, his male ego rose up. It wanted to get dressed and leave. Roger thought of what she'd just done to him - Again - this time so much worse than the previous times. He was thinking, run dude! But what would Mrs. Cromwell do with those photographs if he ran? Roger eyed her legs and high heels. Such beautiful feminine objects. I'm not going anywhere, he conceded.
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7175c6 No.1121
>>1120When Roger finished cleaning his mess, Vanessa ordered him to lie on his belly and wriggle his way like a worm until he was under her desk. By the time Roger got there, the friction from the floor had made him hard again. She made him turn sideways so she had visual access to his penis. She laughed when she saw it. "Erect again, Roger. Really! I've noticed your penis seems to have a particularly strong reaction to my high heels. Is that true, Roger?"
"Yes, ma’am."
"I thought so. Clean them with your tongue then," Vanessa said as she began typing on her computer. She put her left shoe down and stuck her right foot in his face. "I want you to pay extra attention to this one, since it took the time to kick your balls. In fact, I think you should thank it. Say ‘Thank you Ms. High Heel for teaching me a painful lesson. I needed it.’”
“Thank you, Ms. High Heel for teaching me a painful lesson. I needed it.”
“My pleasure, now eat me.”
Roger stuck his tongue out and licked. There was something incredibly feminine and sensual about Mrs. Cromwell's high heels and her sleek legs. For the first time Roger began to think that Mrs. Cromwell truly was his superior. His cock throbbed and he put his entire soul into worshipping her high heels. After a few minutes when she was typing, she looked down to check on him. Because she had insisted he lie sideways, she could see it all. "Nice to see your penis showing my feet their proper respect. I think I’ve found myself a new lapdog," she laughed.
After a few minutes, Vanessa ordered him to his feet. There, she made him stand next to her and look at the computer screen. She showed him several digital photographs of his masturbation routine. "If that’s not the picture of a compulsive jerk-off, then I don’t know what is," she said, again taking that nasty tone with him. "You should know that I've mailed these photographs to a lady friend of mine. Should you fail to obey me at any point, you can rest assured I'll use these photographs to destroy you. Understand?"
Upon hearing Roger's obedient confirmation, Vanessa stood. "I have a doubles match to attend. While I'm gone I need you to serve as my coat stand." She positioned him in the corner of the room and removed her fur coat from the closet. There was no need for the coat since it was mid summer, but Vanessa had another point to make. She handed him the jacket, which was fairly heavy and probably cost a substantial amount of money. "Hold it away from your body and make absolutely certain it doesn't come into contact with your penis. I'm going to change now in the privacy of my bathroom."
Roger took the coat. He stood there while Vanessa went into the bathroom to put on her tennis clothing. She came out wearing a white outfit with white Keds. "Spread your legs," she said.
"Let me make this abundantly clear, Roger. You exist only for me now," she said, pointing her finger at Roger's face. "I know this is what you wanted all along. Now, I expect nothing less than your complete submission and utter devotion to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
"You have a long way to go, Roger. Your training has only just begun. By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to learn that you exist to serve all womankind."
With that, Vanessa slid her tennis racket between his legs and flicked her wrist. She felt the pleasure surge through her as his already-swollen penis and balls recoiled from her assault. Roger bent over and groaned in agony. To his credit he kept her coat from touching the ground. "See you in 90 minutes," she said. "If you do a good job holding my coat, I'll kick your balls even harder for you when I come back.”
Vanessa played great tennis that night. She had a hard time keeping a smile off her face when she thought of what she'd done to Roger. You don't fuck with me, she thought to herself. The guy thought he could push me around at a traffic light and look at him now, cleaning my shoes with his tongue, serving as my naked coat hanger for no reason other than that I want him to. Brooke was right. There was nothing quite as satisfying as dominating and sexually humiliating young men. Penises and scrotums were just built for female discipline. It was all so perfect. Witnessing the look on Roger face as she throttled his cock and balls was so satisfying.
The tennis just flowed out of Vanessa that night. Vanessa pranced around the court like she owned it (which she did), making difficult shots look routine. Her doubles partners wondered what had gotten into her and she said she'd been practicing. The truth was, she wasn't over-thinking her shots, since her mind was focused on what she'd just done to Roger and what remained to be done. Oh the fun she would have, guiding him through humiliations his feeble male mind would not be able to comprehend until the reality was upon him.
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7175c6 No.1553
I came home from school one day to find my sister doing aerobics in front of the t.v. in the family room.
There was a baseball game on and I wanted to watch it, but Sara said I would have to wait but if I helped her she
would let me change channels as soon as she did a couple of more sets.
I said “okay what do you want me to do?” She smiled a sneaky but sexy smile that left me wondering what she wanted
me for. “Just stand here for a minute, and I’ll be sure to get my workout done faster with your help.” I agreed
and stood behind her as she stretched right then left her shiny pink leotard had just a little sweat stain right
in between her but cheeks. As I started feeling guilty for checking out my own sister the instructor on t.v. said”…
now 5 back kicks” I realized a split second before my sisters sweaty but pretty size 8 foot in her little pink
frilly socks came blasting toward my balls what I was helping her do.
The impact of the heel of her right foot on my balls knocked me back against the wall. I then realized I had no
chance to get away pinned against the wall like that. Sara just giggled and said “we’ll watch the ball game after
the BALLS-GAME!!” Then she proceeded to follow the t.v. chicks instruction and kicked my balls again. “….2 and 3
and 4 and 5 ….” the pain was excruciating but it was over…..
” Now let’s do the left leg…” I just cried as I knew 5 more were coming. They didn’t hurt as bad since Sara was
right handed or footed for that matter, but they weren't exactly pleasant either and the accumulated damage had
me wondering if I would be able to function as a man. The fifth kick with her left foot she left her toes on my
balls and I don’t know how to describe it but she flexed her toes like she was making a fist with her toes and my
left nut was in her fist. I just moaned in pain, she finally removed her foot and I fell to the floor. Laying on
my back looking up to see Sara’s smile through my teary eyes, I feared she wasn’t done, then the bitch on t.v.
said “Stand in front of your stepper, if you don’t have the official solid one we sell you can improvise on almost
anything, now step up pause stretch like you are reaching for the sky then step down.” She followed the
instructions perfectly improvising on my very tender balls and standing tippy toe while reaching for the sky.
Sara paused the tape and said she couldn’t concentrate with my screaming and retching.
Thank God I thought it is over,then I felt something being pushed between my lips and I looked up to see Sara’s
sexy bare feet as she pushed them on my mouth to make sure the frilly socks she just stuck in there stayed in.
“Now where was I?” Then she hit play and went back to using my balls as a stepper. After 10 of those she sat down
on the couch and put her feet on my face, I could feel the warmth of her footprint on my cheek.
“What did you want to watch again?” she asked.
“The ballgame please.” I replied after she reclaimed her sweaty socks.
“One ball-game coming up!” You can probably guess what she did then stomped my balls again but she did change it
to the game.
“Why did you do that Sara? Why, oh why?”
“Well I was bored and since the game got rained out anyway I thought maybe you’d want to play with me. I do this
excercise routine everyday so if you want to watch t.v. between 3:00 and 4:00 this is what we do. I can do the
back-kicks without resistance but I do need a stepper everyday so see you tomorrow, okay???”
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7175c6 No.1554
Jason was just 14, he lived with his mother and two sisters in a big old country house, he had never met his father, Kelly his mother, a pretty blonde saw no need to put up with living with a man just because she wanted children, she had no trouble in getting a male to fuck her, and he was usually only too pleased to be gone when she got pregnant.Jason had been a disappointment, first she had had Michelle, his older sister by a year, then he had come along, a boy, still best of three, and a year later she had given birth to Nikki, a dark haired tomboy.Jason had been brought up to treat the females as superior, his mother was always smartly dressed, she loved tight short skirts, and the girls had pretty dresses when they were young, in contrast he was left to run around stark naked until he was about 7 when his mother grudgingly let him wear an old pair of Michelle's knickers. He was used to running around in just skimpy girls panties, and all of his sisters mates had seen him in them when they called by, then suddenly at the age of 13 Michelle had objected, "I don't want boys seeing my panties even if he is wearing them" she protested and he had to resort to wearing Nikki's, they were much too small and he had a problem keeping all he had covered with them.Well Nikki was next to protest, she saw no reason why boys should see her knickers either, when Jason had appealed to his mother he got little support, he was told he could only wear them when girls called, all other times he was to go naked again, she certainly wasn't wasting money buying him any clothes! He was embarrassed at first with his sisters seeing everything he had again, they were all much older now and his penis was bigger and they had got curves and tits, but what he wanted mattered little.Every time the doorbell rang the naked boy made a dash for his panties, he had asked his sisters to give him time to get them on but they took no notice and he often only just pulled them on before the house was full of young females, One day he was working in the garden and failed to hear the bell, to his horror Michelle and Nikki appeared with four girls that they knew and there he was starkers, they laughed as he tried to dash indoors and get his knickers but his mother was in the door, "where are you going" she asked, "for my pants" he yelled blushing and trying to get past her, "Oh don't be so silly Jason, you run around naked in front of your sisters, I'm sure the other girls won't mind you staying that way" The four visitors all said that they had no objections, "there, that's all right then, you can stay nude" said his mother smiling.It was his worst day, Audrey, a 15 year old stocky little Chinese girl was wearing the shortest skirt, her thighs exposed all the way to the top and to make it worse she only had a bikini top on and her tits were huge, he thought about anything but those tits, trying desperately not to get a hard on in front of them all, being naked was bad enough, he could see them all looking at him. Everything was fine until Audrey and Michelle decided to sunbathe topless, that was it, the sight of those big female breasts and the exposed nipples was more than he could take and his penis stood to attention."Oh you dirty filthy boy" screamed Nikki, "look mum, he's got a hard-on." Jason cringed as all of the girls looked at his 8 inch erection sticking out and throbbing away. "Really Jason" said his mother crossly, "you will have to do something about getting like that, you know I don't approve of you having erections."Nikki had been standing close to him and before he realized what was going on the pretty 13 year old brought her knee up sharply between his legs crushing his balls, he fell over clutching himself as the girls laughed at him, as soon as he could move he crawled into the bushes to be sick and examine his nuts for permanent damage, this time he was lucky!"Our dog used to be like him" said Kristy, a curvy blonde, "but we cured him of trying to grab peoples legs and do it." "What did you do?" asked Nikki, "we had his balls cut off, that put a stop to his dirty habits," she said giggling, "pity you can't do that to Jason to quieten him down." "Can we Mum?" said Nikki pleadingly, "after all its girls that have babies even if we let him get married his wife could soon find some bloke to give her children and she wouldn't have to put up with him wanting it all the time." Her mother just laughed, but her young daughter had given her ideas. About a week later Jason was sitting in the lounge with his sisters, looking at Nikki's knee which was visible as was her thighs below her short little skirt, he wondered how a girl could have disabled him so fast as she had, the bell rang and he reached out for his panties and then remembered that Nikki had binned them after he had been made to go naked in front of the girls saying he could stay nude all the time now.
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7175c6 No.1556
>>1554His mother came in with a girl of about 20, she had long blonde hair and a curvy figure and the boy felt really embarrassed as he stood there naked with her seeing all he had. Michelle came in with some drinks and gave Jason one, he soon began to feel sleepy. The blonde, Rebecca, looked at him as he went to sleep, "well that's put him out" she smiled, now to get on with the job, "Are you going to tie something around his nuts" asked Nikki curiously, "Oh I never bother about that," said Rebecca, "you don't get time for things like that when you are castrating bullocks and he will be even less of a problem, I'll have him all done long before he wakes up. oh, by the way, what do you want me to do with his bits." "Do with them Rebecca?" asked Michelle, "what can you do with them?" "Oh look," she said opening her bag, "here's a little purse I had made from a boy's scrotum, I can get Jason's preserved and made into one and his testicles can make really nice ear-rings." Nikki grabbed the purse and examined it, it was well made with draw strings to close the opening, "Jason's would be bigger," said Rebecca, "William was only 9 when I castrated him." "I want his scrotum," screeched Nikki excitedly, "Oh you would," said Michelle, "well I'm having his balls then, I can wear them to school and show them off to all the girls." "Hadn't you better castrate him before he wakes up?" said Kelly, "yea, I suppose so," said Rebecca, "will one of you girls hold his cock up out of the way for me please." Nikki took hold of her brothers penis and Rebecca took her favorite castrating knife and expertly removed Jason's scrotum leaving his balls hanging exposed, Nikki poked them with her finger, Rebecca went to work again and detached each of the boys balls in turn slipping them into a little plastic bag. She put a bandage around his groin leaving his penis hanging out so that he could wee. "When can I have my purse?" asked Nikki smoothing down her short skirt, "Oh in a week or two, I'll bring it with Michelle's ear-rings." Jason woke up slowly, the blonde girl had gone, just his two sisters, he thought he had his knickers on, but he was aching, had Nikki kneed him again he wondered, he felt between his legs, bandages, his penis was still exposed. "What's happened?" he asked sleepily, "Oh nothing very much," said Michelle, "Rebecca has castrated you, that's all, it will soon all heal up." "Castrated me, yelled Jason with horror, she can't have, what did she do that for?" "To stop you having erections and being a dirty little boy of course, that's why males usually have their balls cut off isn't it" said Nikki, "perhaps you will quieten down and behave yourself now." "But I didn't get asked, I didn't want to be castrated," moaned the boy, "I wanted to have sex and girl friends." Well you can still have girl friends if we let you," said Michelle, "It's just sex you will have to do without and that's nothing of any importance." "Yea, if you get married and your wife wants babies she can soon find a boy to screw her." added his 13 year old younger sister, "she will probably be pleased that you can't have sex, you won't keep pestering her for it and if she needs a man she can take her pick," "Anyway Jason, now you have no balls you won't have any reason to moan about going around naked will you, after all only 'real men' need panties, you've got nothing left worth covering now you're castrated and you will soon stop having erections so there you are, one more little problem solved." laughed Michelle. Rebecca arrived about some weeks later with her little bag of gifts for the girls, Nikki grabbed her purse and squealed with delight as she pulled it open and looked inside. Jason stood there horrified as he realized it was his scrotum that his young sister was holding, then Michelle was presented with her ear-rings and slipped them on, they dangled against her face and she flicked her head. "Oh no!" groaned Jason, "my testicles, you can't wear them out Michelle" "Just watch me" she laughed, "I shall wear them all the time and tell the girls what they are, so there."Nikki was busy slipping girlie things into her new ball bag, lipstick and eye shadow, she was made up with it, "Look Jason, your scrotum is much more use to me than it was to you, look how much I can get in it, all you could manage were your stupid nuts!"Rebecca smiled she was pleased with her work.
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7175c6 No.1574
This is one of my favorite castration stories. I haven't been able to find it since eunuch archive when belly up. Dose anyone know a good source for this kind of erotica?>>1556
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7175c6 No.1588
>>1574I always copied and pasted stories I liked. I decided to start posting some here. I don't have all of them but if there were any you liked i can post them for you.
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7175c6 No.1606
It was over a month now since Jason had woken up to find that he had been castrated at the request of his mother and sisters by Rebecca, and over a week since Rebecca had returned bearing gifts for his sisters, his scrotum made into a little bag for 13 year old Nikki and his testicles made into ear-rings for his other sister 15 year old Michelle.
Michelle had already worn her present to school, carefully brushing her hair back behind her ears so that they could be clearly seen and Nikki had her ball bag tucked in the top of her dress, just resting in her cleavage, he imagined all the girls had seen it by now.
Well it was time for him to return to the village school once again, he was dreading it, the small building only had two rooms, girls in one and boys in the other, well there was one exception, his mother had insisted that he stay with his sisters in school so he always went in with the girls, it had been bad enough before his castration, sitting there in just a skimpy pair of girls knickers, knowing that they barely hid his manhood from view, listening to their catty remarks, what would they say now he had no balls.
It was time to leave, his sisters were yelling for him to hurry up, he looked pleadingly at his mother, he was still naked, surely she didn't expect him to go there completely nude, "Well what are you waiting for" she said crossly, "the girls are already outside", But I've not got anything on", he said sheepishly, "I can't go like this". "Oh don't be so silly Jason, I've spoken to the head, she's quite happy for you to attend with no clothes now you are castrated, so hurry up and catch your sisters up".
They reached the school gates and the girls crowded around him, checking that what Michelle and Nikki had told them was true, Emma, a dark haired 16 year old sat on a wall, she was normally careful, keeping her knees together, it seemed that the girls all competed with each other to wear the shortest skirts to school and yet remain covered, she had caught Jason trying to look up hers several times, today she deliberately turned around and let her legs open wide, poor Jason couldn't help seeing her panties, she looked back and was pleased that her trick had worked, after all he was quite harmless now. Jason looked away quickly, and then wondered why, after all she could see much more of him than he ever would of her.
Her mate was sitting next to her, a big girl with short hair wearing boots as a protest against being made to come in her school uniform, "I wish I had a brother, I'd love to cut off his nuts like that", she said looking enviously towards Jason. "Huh, well you can have mine anytime", said Emma, "and do that to him", giggled Lynne, "The sooner the better," said Emma. The girls began to give serious thought to the idea, Emma asked her mother, she was shocked at first but soon started to like the idea.
About a week later, in the break time, when they should have been supervised but as usual the teacher was off for a coffee, Nikki walked around to the boy's side to find David, Emma's brother, with some promises of what he could do to her in the corner he soon followed.
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7175c6 No.1607
>>1606David found himself grabbed by the girls and pulled to the ground, before he could protest his trousers were down and all he had was exposed, Rebecca had been invited along to show Lynne what to do. Lynne was excited as she stood there in her short dress and big boots, this was for real.
All of a sudden Kevin, David's mate was there trying to help, he had followed hoping to see what Nikki would let David do, his attempts to help came to an abrupt end when Lynne's boot connected with his balls, he fell across a short wall, another mistake, Lynne planted her boot between his legs once again, and then, enjoying herself she kicked him in the balls three more times, the boy managed to get over the wall and Lynne would have followed but David was waiting.
Jason was standing watching, he thought he should try to help but his sister Michelle grabbed him by the penis and dragged him across the yard to where a gang of younger girls were playing, she gave them instructions to keep him there. The girls giggled when they saw how Michelle was leading him, they began to whisper and then one of them grabbed the naked boy by his cock and began to run round in circles to the amusement of her mates, Michelle looked back, she was happy they had found a game to play with him.
David was on his knees, by now he was completely naked and held firmly down by the girls, "Make him do it" said Kirsty, a pretty 16 year old blonde with large tits to his sister, the girls giggled, "go on David, do what you do every morning when you think I'm not around", "I don't know what you mean he said blushing", "Oh yes you do, I know what you get up to in the toilet, I've seen you playing with it, now you can show us all how you do it." The boy had no choice, he took hold of his penis and began to masturbate, the girls loved it, gathering around and pushing each other aside to get a better view, Kirsty was delighted as she stood next to Nikki and Michelle watching him.
The first come shot out and landed on Audrey's shoe, the stockey
little 15 year old Chinese girl jumped back and David was pulled to the ground, not being allowed to finish off properly. David started yelling when Rebecca took out her knife and showed Lynne how she wanted his scrotum removed but one of the girls stuffed something in his mouth to shut him up.
Lynne took the knife and began to slowly cut around his balls, she was in no rush and wanted to make it last, "as close as you can", said Rebecca, "the bag ends up bigger then", eventually Lynne finished removing the struggling boy's scrotum, and pulling it over his nuts handed it to Rebecca, she was tired of being careful, it wasn't her style so she grabbed one of David's testicles and just pulled it off, Rebecca looked amused, "oh all right, if you must do it that way but be careful not to damage them", she said. David had passed out as his ball came away in Lynne's hand.
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7175c6 No.1608
>>1607Kevin had recovered enough from the effects of Lynne's boot to look over the wall and see what was happening, he was just in time to see her pull off David's other testicle and hand it to Rebecca, he decided it was time to leave and began to crawl along behind the wall hoping that he would not be seen, but Lynne caught sight of his bum sticking in the air and stepped over the wall, the first thing he knew was her big boot in his balls once again, Lynne was enjoying herself and gave him half a dozen more really hard kicks to his balls before walking back to watch Rebecca bandage up David.
Michelle looked across the yard to see what the girls were doing with Jason, the first girl still had hold of his penis but one of the others wanted a turn and had grabbed Jason around the middle and was trying to stop him running around, the first girl had taken hold of his manhood with both hands and Jason had hold of her wrists to stop her pulling it so hard, another girl joined the one at the back and he came to a standstill. Michelle laughed and turned to watch Rebecca.
The Teacher, Angie, looked around the corner to see what they were doing, she saw the girls had not finished and walked off again, "Just as well David's mother warned us about what they were going to do to him" she thought.
David woke up, he could smell something burning, he felt the bandages and remembered with horror what the girls had done to him, all he could see was his penis sticking through the bandages, Rebecca always left that bit uncovered so that it could be used. there was a little fire close by and he saw his sister throwing the last of his clothes onto it. Rebecca smiled, "you should get to know Jason", she said, "you two have a lot in common now".
Michelle wondered what Jason was up to, by now there were four girls pulling from behind and three at the front with Jason trying to hold on to the first girls wrists, it looked like a tug-of-war, two others had decided he was spoiling the fun by hanging on and were trying to get his hands off the wrists of the girl that had hold of his penis, Michelle decided it was time to rescue him, she had found a new way to lead him around, and wanted to fix a ring through his cock so that she could use a lead, if the girls managed to get his hands off she would have nothing left to pierce.
The first girl still didn't want to let go and gave his penis a final hard pull before giving in, Jason yelled and the young girl all giggled. Michelle took hold of it herself and led her brother back to the older girls. he was horrified when he saw David had been castrated.
The Head was looking out of the window and she was not amused, "Have you seen what the girls have done Sarah, and right in the middle of the yard, you will have to go and sort it out". she said to the boys teacher, "I mean, we've only just had it resurfaced, that fire they've started will ruin it, Oh and while you are there get David sent home, he probably won't be up to walking, I wonder if this will spread, once one girl starts something they all want to do it," Sarah laughed, "I could finish up teaching a class of naked eunuchs by the end of term if they do", she said. "Quite easily, said the Head, "we had better get Rebecca to do a demonstration in front of the class so that they all know how to do it, now that Smith boy, he's always causing trouble, I wonder if we could use him for it!"
Kevin struggled to his feet and ran for it, his balls ached, Nikki was standing around the corner, "I thought David was coming to have fun with me", she said laughing as she stroked her little ball bag, "want to come with me instead, he's not the boy he was now", the boy took one look at what she was holding and carried on running, he dived into thre toilet and began to remove his pants, he wanted to find out if his sudden lack of interest in Nikki was due to what he had seen or if Lynne's boot had left him with as little manhood as the other two boys, he began to feel his aching scrotum wondering if he would find anything.
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7175c6 No.1625
This whole board
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7175c6 No.1627
>>1625Omg!! There are fetishes i don´t like!! How could i have known that?!
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7175c6 No.1632
Hi. My name is Diana. I am 12 years old, in the 7th grade, and there are three things I love most. They are my mom, my girlfriends, and hurting boys. Mom says that I am precocious. If that means I have big tits for my age, and love it when she, and I sleep, together, and make love with each other. Then I guess she is right. Mom also taught me all about boys, and how much fun it is to hurt them. I don’t think that there is a girl in my class I haven’t kissed, or a boy whose balls I haven’t kicked. My teacher in school is Miss. Helen Cutter. I have seduced, and made her one of my lovers. Whenever a boy is bad in class she keeps him after school, and lets me kick him in the balls a few times as his punishment then when he is gone we make love. School can be so much fun since the boys are always bad.
I remember when I was 8 years old, and mom showed me the special games she plays with men. Mom took me for a ride outside the city. When she parked the car we went for a walk in the woods. Then I saw the cabin for the first time. Mom unlocked the door, and we went inside. There was a man there he was naked, blindfolded, and his wrists were tied over his head to a beam, his legs were spread wide apart with his ankles tied to rings in the floor. Mom walked over to him, and kicked him in his balls. I was too small for my foot to reach his balls, so mom told me to punch them as hard as I could. When I punched his balls and heard him scream in pain it felt so good. You see Diana, mom told me that is the real power of a woman. The power to hurt a man where he feels it the most. The power to destroy a man through his manhood.
Mom took off all her clothes, and undressed me. Then she went over to a wall where there were various whips, paddles, crops, and cane switches hanging. She selected two short whips, and gave me one. Mom went over to him, and started to whip his cock and balls. She called me over, and told me to whip him the same way. I swung the whip as hard as I could. After giving him a few strokes mom asked me if I was having fun. Oh yes mom, this is so much fun I replied. There will be more fun things later Diana, mom said. I noticed that the more we hit him the bigger, and harder his cock was getting. That is the way a man tell you that he is having fun too Diana, mom told me. He was screaming in pain, but mom told me that his screams were only part of the game to make us enjoy hitting him more. Remember Diana, a man’s tongue always lies, but his cock always tells the truth.
Mom then went to a side table, and came back with a bunch of long needles with wooden handles. She shoved a couple of the needles through his cock, then she handed me a needle to push through his cock. Isn’t this fun, she said to me. Yes mom, I replied. I took another needle, and pushed it through his cock. Good girl Diana, mom said it is never too early for a girl to learn how to treat men. Let me show you another place to put the needles dear, she said. Then she took one of the needles and pushed it through one of his balls.
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7175c6 No.1633
>>1632He screamed when the needle went into his ball. Isn’t it lots of fun making him scream, mom asked. Oh yes mom, I replied so much fun. I took the last needle, and pushed it through his other ball. Very well done, I am proud of my little girl, mom said. Then she started laughing. He did look funny with all the needles stuck through his cock and balls so I started to laugh also.
Now for some real fun, mom said. She pulled out all the needles. Blood was dripping from all the needle holes. Then she rubbed salt all over his cock and balls. He screamed, and screamed, even louder than before. Mom then went to the side table. And came back with a pair of vice grip pliers. Watch this Diana, she said. Then she placed the pliers on one of his balls and squeezed until it was crushed with a popping sound. She handed me the pliers, and told me to do the other ball. I squeezed with all my strength. It felt gushy, and then there was the popping noise as the ball exploded. This is so much fun mom, I said can we do it some more. Not with this man Diana, she answered. I will get you some more men to play with she promised. He had stopped screaming. Now all he was doing was whimpering, and moaning.
Mom took me into the next room where there was a bed. I saw that there was something dripping down her legs. She lay on the bed, and spread her legs. Kiss me here, she said pointing between her legs. I kissed her, and tasted her love juices for the first time. They tasted so good. That was when she taught me how to love a woman. Under her direction I licked, kissed, and sucked on her pussy. Her body bucked, and heaved. She moaned, and gasped. Finally she trembled all over as she reached her climax. When she was done she had me lay on my back, and she rubbed, and kissed me between my legs. It felt so good, even though I was still too young to climax. That was the day a very special bond was forged between mom and me. A bond of double love. The love of mother and daughter, and the love between two lovers.
We went back to the other room. He was still moaning, and whimpering. Mom gave him a shot of something that made him go to sleep. Then she untied him, and dragged him to the car. She put him in the trunk, and we drove to a different town from the one we live in. She pulled into an alley, took him out of the trunk, and left him laying naked in the alley as we drove home. That was my first castration with mom, but it would not be my last. The one we did after him, well those are other stories, and perhaps I will tell them to you someday.
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7175c6 No.1634
Hi, it’s me again Diana, the precocious 12 year old lesbian ball buster. Last time I told you that I might tell you another story about mom and me, so here goes. If you remember from last time after mom showed me how to bust a man’s balls we made love for the first time. I was only 8 years old, and could not climax, but it sure felt great when mom licked my pussy. Of course my first taste of her love juice was wonderful. Since then we have been sleeping with each other every night, making love before going to sleep, and again when we get up in the morning. I have also seduced, and made love to all the girls in my class, and even my teacher, Miss. Cutter. I have gotten Miss. Cutter to let me punish all the boys who are bad in class by kicking them in their balls. She watches getting hot, and wishing she could do it herself, but as the teacher she can’t. Then when the boys are dismissed we make love. Who says school can’t be fun.
Once a month mom goes to another town to find a man to bring to the cabin so we can have fun taking away his manhood. It was just before my 9th birthday, and mom told me that she would have a special birthday treat in store for me at the cabin. When I asked her what it was, all she would say is you’ll see. On the day before my birthday mom went off on what she called "The Hunt". So I knew she was getting a man for our cabin fun. Since we did that every month, I thought that he would not be my treat. I was wrong. When mom took me to the cabin the next day instead of a man hanging from the rafter there was a boy a little older than me hanging there. He is all yours Diana, mom said have fun and enjoy him.
He was already crying, the cloth blindfold was soaked with his tears. He was calling for his mommie, as if she were there to protect him, before I even started on him. See Diana, mom said, he is a little older than you, physically bigger and stronger than you, but like all males he is a weakling. Who does he call for to help him? His father, no. it is his mother, he calls for. Like all males he secretly knows that the female is the stronger sex. It is the female who should rule. Like all men he secretly hates his cock, and balls that make him a male. He secretly wishes that a woman like me, or a girl like you Diana, would take away the manhood he hates so much. He secretly wishes that he had been born a girl. Remember Diana it is women, and girls like us who make his secret wishes come true.
I had done men with mom, but never on my own before. Besides this boy was shorter than a man, and kicking his balls would not be the problem that kicking a full grown man’s balls had been. So the first thing I did was kick him as hard as I could right in his balls. He screamed when my foot hit his balls. This is so much fun, I said to mom. What a wonderful birthday present. I picked out a small whip, and began to whip his cock, and balls. I looked over at mom, she was already undressed, and was fingering herself as she watched me. Her love juices were flowing. I stopped whipping him long enough to go to mom, and lick her delicious love juice from the lips of her pussy.
I went to our toy cabinet, and took out a candle. Mom lit it for me. Then I let the hot wax drip all over his cock, and balls. He screamed, and cried so delightfully. Following that I held the lit candle under his balls singing them. What great fun I was having. I blew out the candle. Then I stripped, and went over to mom. She started to rub my pussy as I licked, and sucked on one of her nipples. Mom picked me up, and carried me into the other room. We lay on the bed making love to the music of his sobbing. She fingered my little pussy, and sucked on my budding breasts. Then I got between her legs, and licked her to climax. It was wonderful. Although I was still not able to climax as violently as mom, when she licked, and sucked on my little clit, I could feel the stirring of my awakening womanhood.
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7175c6 No.1635
>>1634Having finished our lovemaking I went back to the hanging boy. I walked quietly so he had no idea that I was standing in front of him. Then to make him aware of my presence, I kicked him sharply in his balls. How he howled, and how I laughed it was so much fun, I kicked his balls again. Then I went to a cabinet, and took out a handful of medium sized alligator clips with sharp teeth. I pulled the loose skin of his cock out, and place a few of the clips on it. The rest of the clips I placed all around his ball sack. With the clips in place I once again whipped his cock and balls. He was screaming so delightfully, and calling for his mommie. What a fun birthday present mom had gotten for me. I could see little beads of blood where the clips bit into, and pierced his skin. Not wanting him to get an infection, I rubbed salt into his wounds. How he screamed, and cried his blindfold was soaked with his tears.
There was still some little room on his cock, but I was out of clips, so I went and got some of the needles, and shoved as many as I could through his cock. Mom came over, and told me that he did make a nice pin cushion. She laughed, and I laughed. See Diana, mom said, he loves his pain so much his cock is begging for more. His cock seemed to be growing larger, which just gave me more room to push through more needles. With the clips, and needles in place I took a short whip and began to whip his cock, and balls as hard as I could. I was having such a good time. Hurting men and boys is the best fun a girl can have. Well if not the best a very close second to making love to a woman. I was feeling that urge in my pussy again, so I started to finger myself with one hand as I whipped his cock and balls with my other hand. Mom came over to me and began to play with my nipples. I could feel my little girl orgasm building, and it felt so good.
Would my baby like to try another way to hurt men, mom asked me. Oh yes mom, I replied hurting men is so much fun, I want to do it in any way I can. Mom went to cabinet and brought out a length of wooden dowel 18 inches long, and 2 inched in diameter. One end was covered by a rubber bicycle hand grip, 10 inches of the other end was covered with very course sand paper. She handed me the dowel. Then she pulled his ass cheeks apart, exposing his asshole. Now my darling Diana shove it in his ass as hard, and as deep as you can, mom said. I shoved the dowel into his as hard, and as deep as I could. He screamed so delightfully. Pull it partially out mom told me, then shove it back in. When I did the sandpaper was covered with shit, and blood. I continued to pull it out, and shove it back in. Each time more, and more blood was on it. There was even blood dripping out of his ass, and down his legs. This new game was so much fun.
Playing the new game was getting me hot, so I started fingering myself. Mom took my arm and led me to the bed in the other room for another round of love making. She sucked on my little nipples, and fingered me till I had my little girl climax, then I got between her legs and licked her to climax. Our love making was heightened by the sounds of the boy screaming, and crying in the next room.
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7175c6 No.1636
>>1635I thought how lucky I was to have a mom who knows such wonderful fun games to play with men and boys, and such a wonderful way to make me feel good. Like mom told me it is not every little girl who gets to play such fun games with her mom, and gets to feel so good. The boy was the best birthday present that any girl could get from her mom.
When we finished making love, mom said that it was getting late, and that I should finish with the boy. I went over to him, and removed the clips, and needles from his cock and balls. Then I kicked him in the balls a couple of more times. It was time for me to crush his balls, but I didn’t want to use the pliers, I wanted to do something more dramatic. I had mom take him down from the beam, and tie him spread eagle to rings in the floor. I walked between his legs, and put my foot on one of his balls. Then I balanced all my weight on that foot. I could feel his ball flattening under foot. He screamed so loud that I could not hear the pop as his ball exploded, but I could feel it go all squishy. Then I did the same to his other ball. Busting his balls with my foot was so much more fun than doing it with the pliers. I never enjoyed myself so much.
Then mom gave him a shot to put him to sleep, and she dragged him to the car. He was put into the trunk, and we drove him back to the town where mom found him. We left him naked in an alley, then we drove home where mom had another surprise waiting for me. She had invited some of my girlfriends from school over for a surprise birthday pajama party. We stayed up all night playing games. We dressed up in mom’s clothes and had tea parties with our dolls. Then mom taught us a new game that was so much fun. We sat in a circle and I spun a bottle. The girl it pointed to had to make love to me, then she had her turn spinning the bottle. It was the best birthday I ever had.
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7175c6 No.1643
>>1627This isnt fetishism this is bedlam. You lot oughtta be instituted
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7175c6 No.1668
>>1643To be fair I have this fetish and the last stories in this thread make me want to hurl. I mean really? Pedophilia+incest+snuff+spelling mistakes+blood play+castration? Really shows that femdom is more a family of fetishes than anything because I am not into basically any of this. Now if they had kicked the guys a little and then gotten eaten out/used the guys as slaves in a sexy way, sign me up.
I don't want to go to fucking abu ghaib but also you're a dipshit for coming to a fetish board and complaining about fetishes.
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7175c6 No.1669
>>1668>Really shows that femdom is more a family of fetishes than anythingThat's why we have a board now instead of just a thread :^)
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7175c6 No.1670
>>1668oh and also if it didn't talk about a 12 year old with big boobs fucking their mother. That shit you can take elsewhere.
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7175c6 No.1674
Catherine bring me your brother immediately! Why isn't that lawn mowed? Catherine? I left you in charge of him!
Sorry mom he said he would do it before the day was out mom, he's having trouble walking! His balls are all
swollen up from last night mom!
Typical male using his balls as an excuse to get out of work!
But mom they are really swollen this time, as big as grapefruit!
Just go get him Catherine.
My brother Jeremy was 18 now. I was almost 12 and just learning the differences between males and females. Males
were weak because they had balls! Females were strong because we didn't! My mom was teaching me how to use their
weakness to control them. Now that I was getting older she said I should learn the basics.
I went out to where Jeremy was weeding the garden. He was on all fours pulling weeds his big testicles hanging
under his butt, dangling all swollen and red looking from last night. Mom had yanked and twisted them because he
had a hardon in front of me without permission and she knew he was jerking off without her permission.
Jeremy!!!! Mom wants you boy! She wants to know why the lawn isn't lawn mowed!
Mom always made Jeremy go naked from the waist down in and around the house. She said it was so I could see a males weakness! She said I would understand some day! Now I understood because Jeremy was getting big and hard around me all the time like he couldn't control his thing anymore. Onetime he touched me with his thing, he said it was an accident. I told mom and she showed me what to do! To knee him right in the balls which I did. It was funny watching him fall to the floor crying like a little baby holding his ball sac.Jeremy got up wincing in pain cradling his big swollen balls in his hands.
Mom wants to see you right now Jeremy! Take your hands away from your balls. I want to see them boy! He immediately dropped them and stood straight before me! His thing started getting hard again! Mom isn't going to like this Jeremy you getting all hard like that get rid of that thing Jeremy!
I watched my big brother grab his thing and turn away from me!!! No No show me Jeremy do it in front of me Jeremy!
It was so big and swollen with big veins sticking out! God mom said they try to put that big thing in you. But I don't think it would fit in me never it was big!I watched him pumping it. Suddenly it started squirting white stuff out the end. He was grunting and groaning saying my name! Catherine oh Catherine Catherine!I didn't like that! I didn't like that at all. So like Mom showed me. I got close to him and brought my knee right up into his balls! Three-time really hard and some of that sticky white stuff squirted up my thigh from his
thing.
Mom was watching from the window. She had a big smile across her face like I did good!
She came out and stood next to me looking down at Jeremy his thing was still sticking out straight holding his
swollen balls stuff still leaking out of it!
Catherine girl you did good girl! She putting her arm around my shoulders. I felt proud at what I had done to my
brother.
You're learning Catherine! Let me teach you how to castrate a male! Like I castrated your father! Do you know what castrate means?
No Mommy what does it mean castrate?
Well honey see those big balls your brothers got?
Yeah I see mom!
We cut them off him?
That's right honey then he can't use that thing of his! He won't be able to make masses like that again without
those testicles of his. That's where that white stuff comes from.
So Jeremy will be like us then mom right?
Catherine leave Jeremy lying here for a while and let's go have a talk! Just us girls ok Catherine.
We talked into the night. Me and mom about the nature of the sexes. Of the New Age of the strong and dominant female. Of how biblical teachings had kept females under male control. We were the strong ones and they the weak!
How in reality Dalila cut Sampson's balls off! Not his hair to take his strength. It was so clear. Males were
bigger and stronger but they had balls! They had balls!!!
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7175c6 No.1678
>>1674if you have to post this shit can you at least clean up the writing?
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7175c6 No.1689
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Is this what you all aspire to ?
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7175c6 No.1693
I am the youngest of three children and the only girl. There were no male role models in the home as I grew up because my father took off within days after I was born. Mother was left to raise us when the oldest brother was 4 and the middle brother was 3 and as I said, I was just days old. The first thing I remember of discipline in the home was when my oldest brother was late getting home from school. Mother took Michael into his room and stripped him naked and whipped his ass with a switch from the yard. She didn't close the door and I watched as she put red marks across his butt. He screamed and fought to stop her but it only made her whip him harder. It seams a though from that day forward neither of the boys could do anything right, almost everyday one of them was stripped and punished. Mother started to make sure that I was watching every-time they were disciplined. I know she enjoyed doing it to them because she would tell me every-time how worthless they were and that someday they would turn into worthless men. In my preteen years I felt sorry for them but as I grew older I began to enjoy watching as they were being beaten. Once when Michael was about 16 he tried to see a girl behind mothers back but she found out. I wasn't sure if she was going to kill him or not but I figured she knew what she was doing. She had stripped him and as she was whipping his ass she made sure the tip of the belt went between his legs and slapped his balls. On the first hit he dropped to the floor like a rock. I almost wet myself as I watched him trying to protect his balls. He was unable to get up as mother kept wailing away with the belt. The belt went across his ass and the backs of his legs and everything he moved his hands to save his ass the next fling of the belt went across his balls. I had never seen her so mad as she yelled at him to stay away from girls or she would cut his nuts off. I'm twenty four now and I can't have any good relationships with men. It seem as though they are just like mother said, "worthless". All they want to do is get into your pants and fuck. I want a husband but I'm not going to be a sex machine for any man. My mother had had many long talks with me at night and had always told me that the best way to cool of a man was to disable or to remove his balls. So all I had to do was figure out which man and how I was going to castrate him. I had just bought a house and was working on training my kitten to be my castrator. I haven't said much about my brother David which is a miserable wimp. He watched Michael's beatings and he received many of his own. I do
believe that he is even afraid of his own shadow. I called him over and told him I needed help training my kitten. That didn't seem to be to threatening so he came over. I told his to strip and to get onto the bed. He did as he was told because he is in total fear of powerful females. Once he was on the bed I put tuna juice on his balls and the kitten went crazy licking, biting, and clawing at his worthless nuts. At 2 1/2 months the kitten drew blood and by 3 months it had torn the side of his bag open with its claws or a tooth. I had to tie Davids hands and legs apart as the kitten started to become a cat. I had always stopped the cat short of devouring his balls until last weekend. David was tied and the cat was very hungry, I could hardly hold the cat back as I was putting the tuna on his balls. The cat bit and tore at his balls as I watched and masturbated. Davids screams and pleas for mercy went unheard as my cat pulled the left testicle from his shredded bag. I came as I watched the cat eat his testicle. I was very happy to see that my cat was still hungry after the left one as it went back to his scrotum and continued to bite until she tore the right nut out. My little kitty learned how to please me and now so has David. He has agreed to stay and live with me as my houseboy. Life just couldn't be any better or do I still need a husband. Whats your name and what are you doing next weekend?
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7175c6 No.1695
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7175c6 No.1696
>>1693can you at least like… point out at the top that its going to have child abuse. Jesus dude.
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7175c6 No.1697
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7175c6 No.1698
>>1693> Life just couldn't be any better or do I still need a husband. Whats your name and what are you doing next weekend?I can't even figure out what this is trying to communicate here at the end. The first sentence makes no sense and the second one implies that the girl is… telling someone this randomly online or something?
Why are all your stories about incest and children? I get that its a fetish board but that's not really what people are expecting outside of the pedo boards.
Maybe somebody is really loving these but they keep killing my boner.
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7175c6 No.1701
>>1698What I don't get is why western countries feel the need to regulate the shit out of every male fantasy there is.
I get that some of men's sexual fantasies can be disgusting, but if it's not real then the government shouldn't give a shit about it. If you're a sick fuck and jack off to loli, guro, dickgirls, tentacles, vore, diaperporn, but its all simulated and are in no way real, then the government should spend its resources on something else.
Now if you start using these fetishes done to real people then hell yeah the gov should track you down and lock ya up.
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7175c6 No.1708
>>1701who the fuck said anteing about regulating? wtf
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7175c6 No.1747
I loved these stories. I esp. liked the part where the girl got aligator clips and clamped the boys balls with them. lol
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7175c6 No.1749
>>1121realized I never finished this story for you guys so I'll continue now to balance out the child gore shit.The following morning Roger sat at the front desk twiddling his thumbs. All he could think of was Mrs. Cromwell and what she'd done to him. When she returned from her tennis match, as promised she dropped him with a swift kick in the balls. "Uhh! Get dressed and get the fuck out of my office," she had said. She had such a sadistic side. Roger had already welcomed the idea of serving Vanessa. What bugged him was her talk about serving "all of womankind." That wasn't something he was the least bit interested in.
"Yo, Roger." It was Kristin who snapped him out of his trance. "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Tim the Janitor is out today and Maya asked me to have you do the men's bathroom.” Kristin could barely conceal a smile.
"What the fuck!?" Roger said. "You got to be kidding me. Fuck that, I'm not doing it."
Kristin put her hands on her hips. "Oh Roger. I guess I'll have to tell Maya you don't want to do your job. I'm sure that will go over real well."
"This is ridiculous," said Roger, now resigned to the task.
Kristin put a bucket, a mop and some cleaning solution next to Roger. "Have fun," she said, her voice oozing with sarcasm.
Roger wasn't having it. "Fuck you," he mumbled.
Kristin had been walking away, but now she stopped in her tracks. "WHAT did you say?" she said.
"Nothing."
"That's what I THOUGHT," Kristin said. She walked over and sat next to Roger. "You're lucky I'm a nice girl, Roger," she said. "If I told Maya you said that to me, you'd be out on your ass. But then I'd have to do the toilets," she laughed. "So, like I said, have fun, SUCKER.”
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7175c6 No.1750
>>1749>>1749Roger watched the bitch as she walked away. Kristin actually dressed nice for a plus-sized girl. Roger thought it was funny how she tried to come off as this young businesswoman. For a girl who must weigh 150 pounds, she wasn't bad looking. Thanks to the high heels, she stood almost six feet tall. Roger studied her ass. It was quite womanly. Her ample hips gave her a nice thick hourglass figure. He imagined she must have a huge, womanly vagina. To his shock, he felt himself stiffening at the thought. What had gotten into him? He was never into fat chicks before. Was this Vanessa's influence? It was as though the mere consideration of the word "vagina" was making him weak.
Roger thought about his situation. He had a brief fear that Vanessa might find out that he swore at Kristin. But he dismissed it as paranoia. Just because he had become Vanessa's slave didn't mean shit when it came to Kristin. It was one thing to worship a beautiful, rich woman like Vanessa, but Kristin was another story. He'd be damned if he would put up with her shit. As far as he was concerned, that fat bitch was beneath him…
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7175c6 No.1751
>>1750Vanessa arrived just before noon, striding in wearing a lavender dress and matching lavender suede knee high boots. It wasn't strict business attire, but the dress made her look and feel like a beautiful woman.
She'd left her computer on overnight and she admired the new screen saver. It was a particularly lewd photograph of Roger. He was facing the camera at an angle, lust apparent on his face, his body contorted. It was one of the last photographs she'd shot, after the idiot announced abruptly that he was going to ejaculate. Men! Roger's face was full of lust. Saliva was leaking out of the corner of his mouth. The tip of his penis was purple and leaked with pre cum. At the bottom of the photo, Vanessa had captured her ankles and high heels. For that reason, there could be no doubt that Roger's humiliation was being presided over by a woman. Brooke had already replied to the email, announcing that the photograph belonged in "the femdom hall-of-fame."
Next steps with Roger needed to be taken sooner rather than later. Vanessa wanted to seal the deal with Roger before the boy had time to react. Not that it mattered that much. Roger was totally under his thumb. Vanessa already had a diabolical plan for taking Roger to the next level of humiliation. She shared her plan on the telephone with Brooke late last night, and Brooke had wholeheartedly endorsed it. "It's a particularly satisfying part of female domination and the next logical step," Brooke had said.
Vanessa licked her lips. The only thing that was missing now was a proper excuse, a slip-up by Roger. It would justify her domination of him, not that she needed justification. And it would enable her to humiliate him in a fashion she knew would totally rock his world. For that reason, she had instructed Maya to tell Kristin to keep very close tabs on Roger. Vanessa hoped he would say something stupid. Her gut told her it was only a matter of time before he slipped up. The problem was, she couldn't wait.
Fortunately she wouldn't have to.
Someone knocked on the door.
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7175c6 No.1752
>>1751. It was Maya.
"Hi Vanessa. I just wanted to tell you that I had an interesting conversation with Kristin." Vanessa nearly burst with joy as the beautiful, 27-year-old Hindi woman shared the details of Kristin's confrontation with Roger earlier that morning. "Just say the word and I'll send him on his way," said the always-professional Maya.
"Thank you, dear. Say, Maya, I have a question for you," began Vanessa. "Please know I think you're doing a great job and no matter what you decide, I think very highly of you as a female manager."
"Okay?" said Maya with curiosity.
"Have you noticed how Roger has been spending a fair amount of time in this office?"
"Yes," Maya said. Inside, Maya was nervous. Roger was a total asshole and if he was fucking Vanessa, Maya sure didn't want to know about it.
"It's probably not what you think, dear." Vanessa proceeded to tell Maya all about what she'd been doing with Roger.
"So he's your complete lackey?" Maya said, as the hint of a smile came over her lips.
Vanessa smiled as well. It was obvious Maya was relaxed to the idea. "That's right, honey. I've taken control of him and reduced him to a toy for my amusement, AND, I should add, the amusement of other women. He doesn't know this yet, but I intend to make his humiliation much more public.
"This is wonderful," Maya said, breaking into a big smile. "Just wonderful. I have to say if anyone deserves this, it's Roger."
Vanessa signaled for Maya to come look at her computer screen. There in plain view was The Photograph.
Maya put her hand over her mouth and burst out in laughter. She couldn't help it. It was like nothing she had ever seen. She had heard about dominatrixes, but this was something different. Vanessa had exposed Roger the asshole in the nastiest way imaginable. "What a pervert!" Maya said, partly in disgust, partly in delight.
Vanessa shared with Maya her plan and her next steps. Did Maya want to be a part of Roger's total humiliation? Did she want to witness and then participate in the destruction of the male ego?
Maya thought it over. She totally respected her boss, and had no problem with what she was doing to Roger. Maya had always been a prudish sort of girl. She knew she had a fabulous figure, but she didn't really like the idea of men touching her. "I think I'm going to pass, at least for now," she said.
Vanessa nodded. "Whatever you want to do is fine with me, sweetheart. Keep in mind that in female domination, you keep all your clothing on. That's part of the humiliation. Roger would do whatever you told him to do. I think you would find it quite empowering. Let me know whenever you're interested."
Maya thanked Vanessa. What an interesting lady the boss was. Maya remained unsure about things, but the photo of Roger had caused an odd stirring in the pit of her stomach. "I'm going to pass for now," she smiled. "I think the other person you have in mind will be interested. I'll send her in a few minutes."
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7175c6 No.1753
>>1752>>1752At just past noon, Rodger completed the toilet task. Then he ate lunch. At some point in the afternoon, Maya informed him Mrs. Cromwell wanted to see him in her office at 4:00 again. Rodger felt the excitement kick in. He spent the rest of the day in a constant state of arousal.
Kristin returned at 2:00 and Roger had to put up with her presence for another two hours. She was acting weird too. The way she looked at him sent chills up his spine. For a moment he thought maybe she had found out what he was up to with Mrs. Cromwell (God forbid!), but he dismissed the thought. Mrs. Cromwell wouldn't take it that far. Would she?
At 4:00 he excused himself to go to Mrs. Cromwell's office.
"Clothing off. On your knees!" the Mrs. Cromwell said the minute Roger set foot in her office.
Roger hurried to comply. One look at Mrs. Cromwell was all it took, so commanding and feminine in her light purple dress, each tantalizing curve of her body teasing Roger as he yanked off his clothes and got into worship position.
Vanessa gave him the once-over. "Wow, Roger," she teased. Has your penis been hard all day? You know what they say about erections lasting more than four hours."
Roger confessed it had been hard on and off. His eyes drifted to Mrs. Cromwell's computer screen where a vivid photo of him shaming himself was on display.
"Do you like my new screen saver, Roger?" she laughed. Then, before he could answer her, she continued. "I spoke with Maya earlier today. She told me you had the temerity to swear at Kristin this morning when she ordered you to clean the toilets. Is that true."
Roger felt his face go red. "I- Kristin is not always fair when it comes to that stuff."
Vanessa stood and got right up in Roger’s face. "NOT FAIR? Are you serious, Roger? A woman -your boss - not being fair with you, Roger? I can see we have a LOT of work to do. Do you remember what I said about you being inferior to all women?"
"Yes, ma'am," Roger felt the fear creeping in.
"Exactly what part of that lesson did you fail to understand?"
"I don't know."
The intensity of Vanessa's stare was homicidal. She leaned forward and, with startling quickness, slapped Roger in the face, jarring him. She slapped him again, this time dislodging a tear. Roger's head snapped back into place as he looked up at his female tormentor. He felt anger well up inside, but he knew better.
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7175c6 No.1754
>>1753"You don't know," she said, continuing to stare daggers. "Well, I can see we have a great deal more work to do around here." She reached into her drawer and pulled out a large wooden hairbrush. "Do you know what this is for?" Vanessa asked him. She began tapping the back of the hairbrush in her palm. "That's a hint," she smiled.
Roger felt his jaw drop. She wasn't serious, was she? "You don't mean," he began, but he swallowed his words. "Oh no."
"That's right, Roger. Tell me, did your mother ever spank you when you were a child?"
Roger felt the panic set in. He wanted to leave but he was frozen in place on her knees. "I- maybe once or twice."
"I can guarantee you she wasn't as thorough as I'm going to be, young man."
"Please," Roger began begging. "You can't spank me." The words just slipped out. Roger knew he was going to pay for them, though he had no idea how bad it would turn out. All he knew at that moment was that he couldn't take the idea of a woman, even the beautiful Mrs. Cromwell, treating him like a little boy. To be treated that way was far too humiliating. He began to break out in a cold sweat.
"Look, I'm sorry. I have a hard time with Kristin. I'll treat her much better from now on. I promise."
Vanessa laughed and shook her head. "You really have no clue, do you Roger? Let me make this as clear as possible." She reached forward and pointed her finger right in his face. "I don't care how much you beg or plead, Roger. You're going to learn just how cruel I can be when I sense your disobedience." She patted the paddle in her palm, letting her words set in as Roger's world again came crashing down upon him. "Spanking is going to become a regular part of your life. I think you'll find that I won’t show any mercy when it comes to disciplining your ass."
With that, Vanessa picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Maya. Hi dear, it's Vanessa. Could you please send Kristin on over. Yes, thank you."
A major alarm went off in Roger's head. KRISTIN?? No! He stood and went for his clothing. "I can't," he said hastily.
Vanessa just laughed. "Roger, Roger, Roger. Go ahead and walk out that door. What do I really care? What do you think Roger Senior will say when he sees the photographs I took the other day. And your younger sister, Monica. I’ll bet she would be very interested in seeing her annoying big brother exposed and humiliated. I think I’ll give them to her personally so I can see her reaction. I imagine she’ll laugh, but your father will cry."
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7175c6 No.1755
>>1754Roger tried to think of a way out, but there was none. Monica was going to see him like this? That little bitch would probably have a field day with it, tell all her friends. He thought about just leaving and dealing with his family. But he knew he couldn't. He couldn’t believe how vindictive Vanessa could be. This woman was playing for keeps. And Roger had no response. He stood there, his face bright red, unsure of what to do.
Vanessa strode over. Without a word, she reached between his legs and gently took hold of his cock, which up to that point had been rapidly deflating on the news of Kristin’s pending arrival.
Roger froze. He looked down as Mrs. Cromwell rubbed her fingers over the tender part of his cock, which stiffened immediately. He felt his entire body tingle with the most intense non orgasmic pleasure of his young life. Then, realizing the predicament he found himself in, he began to beg. "Oh god, Mrs. Cromwell. Please don't spank me in front of Kristin. Please."
Knowing she needed to soften Roger up so that her young charge would yield to her demands, Vanessa continued to fondle his penis. Roger looked down at his cock, which had turned purple. Pre cum was already seeping out the tip. Vanessa gently ran her thumb over it, allowing the pre cum to moisten the ball of her thumb. She then slid her thumb beneath the head and made a circling motion on the ultra-sensitive glans area on the underside of his penis. Vanessa felt great satisfaction as she heard his labored breathing intensify. Brooke had once told her that penis manipulation was much like training an animal, except since men were intelligent as far as animals went, they were incredibly quick learners. Training them was so much easier than training a dog. God was she right!
Vanessa used her other hand to take hold of Roger's scrotum. "That's a good boy, Roger," she whispered. "Who knows what is best for you?"
Roger was now in a deep trance. "You do," he moaned.
"That's right," Vanessa said. She felt Roger's penis begin to twinge. He was probably a half minute from orgasm. She would have to be careful not to allow Roger to spill his filth. It was better to keep him all pent up for the time being.
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7175c6 No.1756
>>1755"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not going to spank you in front of Kristin." Roger felt a huge sense of relief. Then Vanessa completed her statement. "Kristin is going to spank you in front of me.
There was a knock on the door. This was too perfect, thought Vanessa. God I'm good at this. "Come in," she said, simultaneously removing her hands from Roger's groin. Vanessa stepped away from Roger and folded her arms. This is going to be beautiful, she thought, as she studied the anguished look on Roger’s face as he realized he was about to be exposed in front of his hated arch nemesis. He remained frozen in place, thanks to the pleasurable sensations Vanessa had been delivering moments ago, his hard penis twitching in total submission as it pointed to the ceiling in salute of its master.
In walked Kristin, the promising young woman who worked at the front desk. Despite her being slightly overweight, Vanessa always felt Kristin was a beautiful young woman. Plus, the girl had obvious femdom tendencies. When she'd spoken to Kristin earlier, the young woman had been absolutely thrilled with Vanessa's plan.
"Oh. My. God," Kristin said when she saw the spectacle in front of her. She burst into joyful laughter. There in front of her was her arch nemesis. He was buck naked. Not only that, his dick was in plain view. It was so unimpressive in size! Who would have ever guessed Roger was a pin dick? And to top it off, it was swollen beyond belief; the head was purple and clear pre-cum was oozing out of the tip. Roger was so lost in his pleasure that he didn't even cover up when Kristin entered. She had several seconds to get a lovely appraisal of him before her laughter knocked him out of his trance. His eyes got big and he covered his groin with his hands, but not until Kristin had gotten an eyeful.
Kristin exchanged glances with Vanessa Cromwell. The architect of Roger's demise looked quite pleased with herself as well she should. Vanessa was the picture of poise and elegance as she stood there, arms folded across her chest, proudly residing over Roger's latest humiliation. She held a hairbrush in her hand.
As Roger came out of his trance, the reality of his situation hit him. Kristin, the mega-cunt he'd been battling with all summer, had just seen him exposed and humiliated beyond belief. He was ruined! He sat on the couch and leaned forward to cover himself. Then he buried his head in his hands. "Oh no!" he said, to nobody in particular.
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7175c6 No.1757
>>1756>>1756Vanessa knew it was time to seize control. She could feel the heat between her legs. This was too good to be true! She took Roger by his ear and pulled down so she could speak directly in his ear. She moved her face within inches and spoke with great calmness, as though she was a second grade teacher dealing with a wayward child. "I want you to take your hands away from your groin and show Miss Kristin what a bad boy’s penis looks like. Remember, we don't keep any secrets from females, do we?"
He wanted to run. He wanted to shove this petite woman aside and regain control. But her voice was so soothing. He could smell her perfume and it melted his resistance. "No, ma'am," Roger felt himself saying. Realizing he had no choice, Roger pulled his hands away and his stiff penis fell into full view.
Kristen immediately burst into laughter.
Vanessa pinched harder on Roger’s ear. She had a huge smile on her face. "Now, you need to apologize to Miss Kristin for not being able to control your penis in her presence."
Roger began to apologize, but he did so as he looked down at the floor. He felt Vanessa's grip increase on his ear. "Look her in the eye and show her proper respect as you address her," Vanessa said.
His head rose and he faced his nemesis. Kristen had the most triumphant smile on her face. Roger felt himself burning with the most intense humiliation of his life. If it was bad with just Vanessa in the room, this was a thousand times worse. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.
Vanessa released his ear. Without any warning, her hand shot down between Roger's legs with remarkable speed and precision. She smacked him crisply, not too hard, on his penis and watched as it bobbed up and down. "Say, 'I'm sorry, Miss Kristin for not being able to control my penis in your presence.' And if I don't detect some real respect in your voice, I swear I'll bring in a dozen female club members to witness your punishment." She glowered at him.
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7175c6 No.1758
>>1757Roger recoiled and doubled over in pain. Mrs. Cromwell could be so cruel sometimes. It wasn’t that she slapped him that hard, it was that she connected with the back of his sensitive penis head. He felt Vanessa squeeze his ear with additional force. Any shred of resistance evaporated under her strong handling. He once again made eye contact with Kristin and this time he delivered the incredibly humiliating words with as much sincerity as he could muster.
"I'm sorry Miss Kristin for not being able to control my penis in your presence."
Vanessa kept up the pressure. "And apologize for insulting her this morning. Tell her it will neverhappen again. Say, 'I will never ever disrespect you or any other woman on the planet for as long as I live.'"
Roger said the humiliating words, again feeling very dizzy, as he did whenever he was hit with the realization of his predicament. The dizziness became so intense that he had a major head rush and momentarily lost his balance. To remediate the situation, Vanessa literally held him up by his ear, while firmly taking hold of his arm. This helped Roger regain his equilibrium.
Vanessa then turned to Kristin. "Kristin, I'm going to let you decide. Do you think he learned his lesson, or would you like to teach him a lesson with the hair brush?" Vanessa knew full well what the young woman’s choice would be, and the older woman could hardly contain her excitement at what was about to happen.
Kristin licked her lips. She could not believe how fucking sweet this whole thing was. It was beyond her wildest dreams. For much of her life, since she hit puberty, she'd enjoyed the idea of being in control of men. Now this!
"You know, Mrs. Cromwell-"
"Please dear, call me Vanessa."
"Oh. You know, Vanessa, I think he still needs a reminder of his new place and I'm just the woman to give it to him."
Vanessa smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way. I could not agree more. But first we need to do something about that leaky penis of his so that his filth doesn't get on your nice clothes. Then you can take him across your lap."
Again, Roger was afflicted with dizziness. Kristin was going to take him across her knee? How much worse could this get?
Roger was ordered back to Vanessa's desk where she handed him a condom and ordered him to put it on.
"I hope it's a small condom," quipped Kristin.
Vanessa laughed. "Yes, our misbehaving young man isn't exactly gifted in the size department, is he?"
“It’s the smallest penis I’ve ever seen. No joke.” (she was lying, of course, he if anything average.. anything to add to the humiliation though!)
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7175c6 No.1759
>>1758Roger wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But he wasn't going to get off that easy. Vanessa pulled a straight-backed chair from the corner for Kristin. Then she handed Kristin the hairbrush. "You do the honors, my dear," Vanessa said. Vanessa wanted badly to spank Roger, but she knew there would be time for that in the future. This was better.
Vanessa handed Kristin the brush. "Get your ass over her lap this very instant. Or do I have to invite a half dozen of my lady friends into this office to witness your punishment?" Vanessa folded her arms and waited for her young charge to obey her latest humiliating command.
Roger choked back tears as he did as he was told. He didn’t want the women to know how ashamed he felt, so he would try to put on a brave face. He fit quite nicely over Kristin's ample lap. As she shuffled her body to accommodate him, Roger couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation of her pants as his penis made contact with them through the condom. For a moment, Roger had a fleeting feeling that he was where he belonged.
"Perfect," he heard Vanessa say. "Now pin his arm behind his back. Good. Now pinch his penis between your knees. There, like that. Now twist his arm behind your back. There we go. Now he’s yours. It's about time a young woman lit a fire under you, Roger."
Roger felt himself totally immobilized. Kristin was a strong girl. He groaned as she pinned his arm behind him. Vanessa brought another chair and sat in front of him. She was holding a mirror. "I want you to watch Kristin's face while she spanks you to tears. And trust me, Roger, she won't stop until you are absolutely sobbing." Both women’s laughter at Vanessa’s harsh words did not contain the tiniest hint of remorse.
Without any additional ceremony, the hair brush was raised in the air by the strong young woman and the first SMACK echoed in Vanessa’s office as it made solid contact with male ass. The next fifteen minutes were the longest of Roger's life. It was such a powerful moment in Roger’s life, decades later he would recall it with great clarity. As promised, Kristin spanked with absolutely no mercy. She spanked fast, hard, and with perfect rhythm, going from one cheek to the other. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t spanked anyone this way, let alone a grown young man. It was an easy and satisfying task. After two minutes, Roger was kicking his legs with each spank and begging her to stop. Soon thereafter, Roger was openly crying and kicking his legs something fierce. When it was finally over, Roger was wailing away like a two-month-old newborn with colic.
The women, meanwhile, were laughing and smack-talking him the whole time. "Look at how red his ass is getting," Vanessa said. “And not just his ass either. Look at his face!”
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7175c6 No.1760
>>1759"That’s because he knows what a bad boy he is," Kristin said, delivering three hard blows, and then pausing in astonishment as Roger began weeping and saying, “I’m sorry,” over and over again. “That’s it! Tell us how sorry you are for being such a bad boy, Roger.” Kristin delivered another hard spank to each cheek, causing him to weep even louder.
“I’m sorrrrrrrry,” he wailed. “I’m sorry for being such a b-bad boy!”
“Who is in charge your ass, bitch?”
“You are!”
Kristin stopped for a moment. “This feels so good, Vanessa.”
"Great job, Kristin,” said Vanessa. “I’d say you’ve put the boy firmly in his place,” laughed Vanessa, before leaning over and taking Roger by his chin. "I don’t think we’re going to have any more swearing at females anymore, are we, Roger?”
“No master. I’m sorrrrrry!” Roger said, with an amazing amount of sincerity.
"I don't hear your big mouth now. Do I?" said Kristin.
"ANSWER HER!" said Vanessa.
"No Miss Kristin!" he wailed.
"That's what I thought," Kristin said. Then she delivered five conclusive blows on each cheek, grunting with satisfaction after each blow. Vanessa listened to the wonderful sound of hair brush meeting male ass. It was beautiful, especially when followed by Roger’s deep sobs of defeat, combined with the visual of his bright red ass, and kicking legs.
Kristin finally released Roger, who promptly collapsed on the floor, crying loudly and furiously rubbing his bottom. Vanessa ordered him to kiss Kristin's sturdy black leather ankle high boots and thank her profusely, which he did between sobs. Vanessa than made him stand and escorted him to the full-length oval mirror across the room. With both women standing behind him, arms folded across their chests in satisfaction, Vanessa ordered him to turn so that he could see his ass in the mirror. Every square inch was a mixture of dark red and purple. To the delight of Vanessa and Kristin, the sight of his own crimson asshole made Roger cry even louder in total disbelief at what had taken place.
"Look at his little penis," said Kristin, nodding her head beaming with satisfaction at the notion of the comprehensive victory she had achieved over her longtime foe.
“I don’t imagine you’ll have any more problems with him,” said Vanessa contentedly.
For Roger, this was all too much. His world totally shattered, he continued to cry openly with no apparent end in sight. He also began vigorously rubbing his burning ass in a futile attempt to wipe away the incomprehensible physical and mental pain of his defeat that coursed through his brain. As he rubbed, he was completely oblivious to the spectacle he had become to his composed female disciplinarians. Most entertaining of all was his penis, which had gone flaccid and performed a comical uncoordinated dance that was all too visible to his happy conquerors.
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7175c6 No.1761
>>1760Vanessa pointed directly to the spot in the mirror where Roger’s penis performed the white boy jig. “Now that’s amusing,” she said.
The two of them laughed it up while Roger continued to sob and rub his ass. "I want you to keep close tabs on him for me," said Vanessa. "Any time he does anything, and I mean ANYTHINGremotely disrespectful, you have my permission to bring him back in here for another humiliating spanking."
"With pleasure," said Kristin.
Vanessa turned to Roger. "Did you hear that jackass?"
Roger wailed his acknowledgement.
Vanessa showed Kristin the soap and indicated that she should feel free to wash Roger's mouth out if she ever caught him using profanity. She then made Roger kneel in front of her and Kristin and pledge his total undying allegiance to all women, which Roger did without hesitation. After once again kissing Vanessa and Kristin's feet, he was permitted to put his clothing back on and leave. "Kristin, I think it's only fitting you walk him to his car. Make him walk behind you so he knows his place."
"It would be my pleasure," said Kristin. And out they went. Roger had to walk behind Kristin, who turned every so often and gave him a wicked smile. When they arrived at the car, Kristin surprised him by reaching behind him and slapping his ass, causing Roger to jump. "When you have trouble sitting for the next few days, I want you to remember who did it to you. Understand?” She locked her eyes on her underling.
“Yes, Miss Kristin.”
“Loser!" She laughed in his face and walked away.
Burning with anger and humiliation, Roger sat in his car. Then he felt the searing pain in his bottom. He put his head down on his steering wheel and sobbed for a good five minutes before gathering himself and driving home.
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7175c6 No.1762
>>1761Vanessa and Brooke lay on their backs, covered head-to-toe in expensive mud. Both ladies' eyes were blocked from the sunlight by sliced cucumbers.
"I am so proud of you, Vanessa. What you've done, given your lack of experience, is truly remarkable."
"Thank you, Brooke. You were my inspiration."
Every few months, Vanessa and Brooke liked to spend a week at this exclusive spa upstate. It was well worth it and it wasn't as though either lady had any concerns about their bank accounts. This afternoon, they were receiving their mud baths. The mud was part of the reason they looked physically as if they were in their early 30s. Both women loved the feeling of the luxurious mud as it held their bodies in place and crept into every pore of their skin.
As they lay there in comfort, Vanessa proudly told Brooke about her exploits with Roger. She shared every erotic detail with Brooke, who soon became moist between her thighs as Vanessa regaled her with the wonderful story of how she had taken the unruly young male in hand. It made Brooke long for the days when she was more active in the femdom movement. Nowadays things were so stagnant at home. Her husband Michael was a brainwashed, chastised, sissy. He wore pink petticoats and spent his time as a homemaker. After relieving him of a massive inheritance years ago, Brooke gave Michael a small allowance for good behavior, which he spent exclusively on makeup and panties, usually purchased during humiliating shopping trips with Brooke. Michael slept on the floor next to Brooke's bed. He was an expert pussy-licker, who normally was allowed to eat Brooke's pussy only after she had been properly made love to by a real man. Brooke was proud of the fact that she'd taken a formerly ego-driven, sports-crazed masculine male and turned him into her brainwashed, sissy bitch. At the same time Brooke was thirsty for a challenge. She couldn't help but feel jealous as Vanessa discussed the training of young Roger.
"I have to tell you, V," began Brooke. "It's absolutely remarkable the way you took care of this young male. I'm overjoyed for you. It was especially brilliant the way you used Roger's arch nemesis against him. That must have been a particularly painful and humiliating afternoon for him.”
Vanessa smiled as she contemplated what she'd accomplished. "It's been an intensely pleasurable experience. And it's especially pleasing to see the way Kristin stepped in. That young woman has a world of potential. She really lit Roger’s ass on fire – it was such a deeply satisfying moment for both of us.”
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7175c6 No.1763
>>1762>>1762"It's always been one of my favorite things to do to a male," said Brooke. "I never told you this story, but when I was a senior in high school, I had a friend named Jill. Jill was this tiny little blonde girl. She was so cool, so bitchy. She always had older boyfriends. I'm talking much older, like in their mid 20s. There were all these rumors that Jill got these boys to do whatever she wanted them to do. Once, we were drunk at a party and Jill told us that men paid her to humiliate them. Nobody believed her. So, anyway, a week later – this was in the middle of senior year - she invited me and four other girls to go shopping with her and her new boyfriend. She said she had something to show us. Well it soon became obvious on the shopping trip that Jill's boyfriend did whatever Jill told him to do. She made him buy us all high heels. We loved it! Anyway, Jill made the guy drive us back to the apartment and she ordered him to strip naked while we all sat around his living room drinking his beer. She made him crawl around the floor and beg to jerk his little stiffie. It was electrifying! We were all psyched. Then - you guessed it - Jill made him toss his legs over his head and rub out a dirty load all over his face. Well, as I'm sure you can imagine, this pent-up ass clown shot globs of “nut-junk” all over his face and into his open mouth. Then, while his legs were still over his head and he was in post orgasmic bliss, Jill kicked his dangling ball sack with her new high heels that he’d just bought her. Well, of course he and his balls went sprawling. We were awestruck."
"What a great story," said Vanessa. "She must have been something special to do that at such a young age."
"Jill was amazing," conceded Brooke. "She was my introduction to this wonderful lifestyle."
Vanessa took a deep breath. Since the divorce, she felt more relaxed and happy than ever before in her life. "Can I share something sort of dirty with you, Brooke?"
"Absolutely!"
"Whenever we discuss female domination, I feel it in my vagina. I swear it begins to throb. It feels so good!" She sighed.
"Good," said Brooke. "You're finally living the guilt free life. Women have been taught to be cautious or even ashamed about their sexuality, while males like Roger have been taught all these macho, idiotic lessons. Now, the tables have been turned. Women are the ones who deserve exquisite sexual pleasure while men need to be shamed. It's really quite simple: As women, we're able to control our own bodies and thus have a right to unbridled sexual pleasure. Men, on the other hand, are unable to control anything. They have base urges that women can easily harness.”
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7175c6 No.1764
>>1763"So true," said Vanessa. "You know, Brooke, though I’ve defeated Roger soundly, I think he still has a few remaining vestiges of arrogance that need to be destroyed. Call it a women's intuition. I feel a deep need - a responsibility - to eliminate every last cell, every last atom of male pride."
Brooke was impressed with her friend's tenacity. "I'm sure he still has a few atoms of pride left. And I'm quite sure you'll find them and eliminate them. You're a late bloomer, Vanessa, but you are an authentic dominant, male-conquering goddess."
"Fucking right I am," said Vanessa. "Brooke, I don't know exactly where it comes from, but I want to make a total example of Roger. I want to take it to the max."
Brooke sighed. Something about the way Vanessa was talking was making her hot. Suddenly she knew a way to involve herself in Roger's defeat. "I know exactly what you need to make your goal a reality."
"Pray tell."
"We're going to take complete control of Roger's penis with a special male chastity belt."
"Oh?" Vanessa perked up. "I was going to ask you what you thought about locking up his genitals."
"I think it's an absolute must," said Brooke. "Tell me, what do you think Roger is doing whenever he has time alone."
"Why, I imagine he's furiously jacking his little joystick every chance he gets."
"Exactly," said Brooke. "The spasmodic boner massage!"
Both women shared a good laugh before Brooke continued. "We were just talking about this. Men can't possibly control their sexual urges. They are slaves to their penises. Therefore, it's absolutely imperative that we take ownership of their penises and ownership of their orgasms. If you think Roger is obedient now, just wait until he needs to depend on you and other women for the right to have an orgasm. His respect toward women will increase 1000-fold! He'll fawn over you. Talk about being brainwashed. He'll be more obedient than a seeing eye dog."
"I love it!" said Vanessa, feeling her crotch begin to throb again.
"You would not believe the technology available to women in the field of male chastity devices. The amount of control they provide is remarkable. Once you lock him up, you'll be able to control him with the push of a button."
"Fantastic!"
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7175c6 No.1765
>>1764"You have no idea how great it is," said Brooke. "He'll be more responsive than a remote control toy. He will quite literally be your puppet. The device I have in mind enables the female key holder to deliver a painful electric shock to the male's penis, his balls, or both at the same time. It also has a special pleasure setting that causes the cage to vibrate gently. The male feels an intense moment of pleasure followed by pain as his penis attempts to expand in the sheath but is immediately rebuffed by the hard prison walls. It's Total. Female. Supremacy."
Vanessa laughed loudly. This was too good to be true. "I can't wait to tease Roger this way. He's going to learn that denial is more than a river in Egypt. I’m going to tuck his penis and balls away in the little side pocket of my purse.”
*Roger couldn't believe how much things had changed for him in a few short weeks. Ever since he'd flipped off Vanessa Cromwell, his life had turned upside down. Mrs. Cromwell had asserted control over him and subjected him to unimaginable humiliations, the worst of which was when his nemesis got to witness and participate in his downfall. Thinking back on it, he wasn't sure exactly what had happened. He felt outsmarted by Mrs. Cromwell and Kristin. The crazy thing was that he was hard almost all the time! A big part of him enjoyed being dominated, and enjoyed the feeling of being exposed in front of women. Even though he still didn't like Kristin, he'd developed a whole new respect for her since she'd taken him over her knee. Fear was a powerful motivator. He now referred to her as “boss” at all times and he did as she instructed without back talk. He missed Mrs. Cromwell, who had been at a spa all of last week, but she was supposedly back today.
In the meantime, he found himself getting erections when Kristin bossed him around. Thankfully she hadn't noticed. Each day when he got home from work, he masturbated several times. Most of the time he thought of Mrs. Cromwell's body, especially that beautiful pubic mound. But once he even fantasized about Kristin spanking him. This angered him because he couldn't deny what it meant – he enjoyed the idea of being exposed and humiliated by women.
It was casual Friday at the club and Kristin wore a peach blouse, and a hip-hugging pair of designer jeans. Her ass, her ample thighs, and her thick upper pussy area filled the jeans admirably. Adding power to Kristin's outfit was a large leather belt, the center of which featured a commanding oval, brass belt buckle that sat proudly just above Kristin's impressive cunt. Roger would arrive late that morning after his dentist appointment. Before his arrival, Brooke walked in and introduced herself to Kristin. After exchanging pleasantries, Brooke announced she was well aware of what was going on with Vanessa, Kristin and Roger.
“Vanessa tells me you were very impressive in putting Roger in his rightful place with a hair brush. How you’d like to take it one step further?”
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7175c6 No.1766
>>1765Kristin was delighted when she heard the plan for Roger. “I’ll bring him right in,” she said upon learning that Maya was in on the plan and would be covering the front desk.
"I'll see you in a few minutes,” Brooke said. “By the way, you look totally dominant, just like a man-eater should.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Oh please, call me Brooke, dear.”
Roger arrived a few minutes later, and Kristin promptly escorted him to Vanessa’s office. “Wait until you see what we have in store for you,” she said coldly.
When they arrived at Vanessa's door, Kristin practically yanked Roger into the office by his ear. Brooke sat comfortably on the couch, and Vanessa came striding around her desk with purpose. She wore a similar outfit to Kristin. Roger gawked at Mrs. Cromwell's midsection. Her jeans fit her extremely well.
"Thanks for bringing him in here, Kristin," Mrs. Cromwell said. "So, let's have a report on his behavior."
"Actually," Kristin said. "He was a very obedient little boy for most of the week, with one exception."
"Oh do tell," said Vanessa.
"Roger did what I told him to do without any backtalk," said Kristin. "The problem was that I caught him sneaking glances at my backside from time to time. Judging from the lump in his crotch, he sprung several erections and – get this - the pervert thought I didn't notice."
All three women laughed. "I'm not surprised," said Vanessa. "He doesn't have a healthy respect for the powers of feminine observation. That's something we need to change. Tell me, Roger. Did you have a few dates with Rosie Palm this past week?"
Roger was so embarrassed he pointed his head to the floor and said nothing. Suddenly he felt another jolt in the side of his head as Kristin smacked him. "Answer your female superior, jerkoff!"
Jolted by the smack, Roger yelled, "Damn it!"
Before Roger could complete his response, Vanessa took her hand back and gave him a crisp slap on his face. "What did I tell you about the use of profanity in the presence of females?"
"It's not allowed-" Roger managed to blurt out.
"You say it," Vanessa said, "but I'm not convinced that you mean it - yet." She turned to Kristin. "Kristin, would you do us a huge favor and thoroughly wash out this young man's big mouth with soap?"
"I would love to," said Kristin.
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7175c6 No.1767
>>1766>>1766"Good. Make sure you get way back in his throat. We'll leave the bathroom door open so we can hear everything."
Kristin marched Roger into the bathroom by his ear. Roger's face was already red from being slapped around, but that was merely a prelude of what was to come. Kristin stood him in front of the sink. Then, in no-nonsense fashion, she grabbed the bar of soap and shoved it almost down his throat. She made him bite down in it when it was deep inside. "Eat it!" she said. She continued to hold his ear and pointed to the mirror. "Look at what happens to you when you don't show proper respect for females!"
Things had happened so fast! These women asserted themselves before Roger could react. He felt overwhelmed and hapless. As the tart bitterness of the soap hit him, tears flooded down his cheeks. His gag reflex promptly kicked in and he spit the soap onto the floor.
Still holding his ear, Kristin slapped him rapidly in the face five consecutive times. "Pick up the fucking soap, loser!" She pointed to the floor.
In the other room, Vanessa and Brooke both took great delight at the sounds coming from the bathroom.
"I'm sorry!" Roger pleaded, as he struggled to clear his head from Kristin’s hard slaps.
"Oh you're going to be sorry all right, LOSER," said Kristin. She shoved the soap back in his mouth. "You had better not spit it out again, or I'll absolutely blister your ass for you. Understand?"
"Mmmph," Roger mumbled, nodding his head vigorously in compliance.
When Kristin was convinced he'd had enough, she dragged him back into the room by his ear.
"That sounded thorough, Kristin. Well done," said Vanessa.
Kristin gave Roger an open-handed slap on his temporarily clothed bottom. "Dipshit, what on earth are you doing with your clothing on? Get naked this instant!"
Vanessa joined Brooke on the couch as Roger hurried to obey. There, they watched the delightful scene of the young woman (Kristin) overseeing the removal of the young man’s (Roger’s) clothing. When he was naked, Kristin took his arm and guided him over the couch in front of the other women. She then joined the women on the couch.
Vanessa spoke with a sense of purpose. "Remember when I said we had ways of checking to see how often you spanked your monkey, Roger? Brooke, would you like to do the honors?"
"I'd love to," said Brooke. "Present your balls to me, young man. And move your penis out of the way, for crying out loud.”
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7175c6 No.1768
>>1767Roger rushed to comply with the dominant woman. He could tell this one meant business, like they all did, and that she wouldn’t hesitate to thrash him if he was not the picture of obedience.
Brooke reached out and grasped his balls with her long fingernails. She juggled them in her hand as the other women watched intently. "They seem awfully loose to me," said Brooke with mock disgust. "Care to explain why that might be?" She suddenly took firm hold of his balls, wrapping her pointer finger around the base and pulling them away from his body like a pair of grapes. Gosh it felt good for Brooke to handle an unwieldy young male this way. It had been a while. She could sense his fear and respect.
Roger was not about to lie. The females could read his every move. His only recourse was to tell the total truth. He’d been doing a tremendous amount of masturbating. As he confessed his sins, he felt his heart rate increase. A tingling took over his loins as the reality of his situation hit him –a woman he didn’t even know had him by his balls. Women were his masters. The notion was once so incomprehensible, so unbelievable, and in an odd way it felt really good to be sexually humiliated! He tried to push the thought out of his head, to no avail. A sense of dread mixed in with the excitement as he felt his penis begin to rise. He knew they would notice and use the undeniable evidence to humiliate him even more. How did he allow this to happen?
A crescendo of female laughter filled the room in response to Roger's humiliating admission. Roger felt the dizziness that often hit him these past few weeks when he was overcome with particularly intense female-inflicted humiliation. This excited him further. It was a vicious cycle.
"Look!" said Kristin. "He’s becoming erect."
"That proves it," said Vanessa. "He loves being humiliated. You see that, Roger? The penis never lies.” Vanessa made him admit that he loved being exposed and humiliated by women. To this admission, the women reacted with mock disgust and reminded him this fact made him a pervert.
Vanessa turned to the other women. "Ladies, I think we need to put a stop to this sort of perverted behavior once and for all. Don't you?"
"Absolutely," chimed in Brooke and Kristin simultaneously.
Vanessa spoke: "Roger, I've decided that it's in your best interests for you to yield full control of your penis to those who know best: Women.”
Roger gasped in astonishment as he contemplated what this meant. Confirming his fears, Vanessa reached into her purse and pulled out a medieval looking contraption. It appeared to be a harness of sorts.
"This," began Vanessa, "is a special male chastity device. Do you know what male chastity is?"
The only naked person in the room shook his head, though deep inside Roger had an inkling where this was going.
Vanessa turned to Kristin. "Perhaps a woman from your generation can explain it to you. Kristin, care to take over?"
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7175c6 No.1769
"Certainly.” Kristin leveled her eyes on Roger and spoke to him like a mother grounding a 16-year-old son. “Roger, it's obvious that you’re unable to control your masturbatory urges. I'll cut right to the chase. We’ve decided the best solution is to lock your penis away in this chastity belt, effective immediately."
Both Vanessa and Brooke felt proud to see the next generation of female assert herself with such confidence. Kristin proceeded to deliver the hard truth of Roger's pending confinement. She stared deep into Roger's pupils, which had contracted in fear. "Roger, this belt will not only prevent you from masturbating your penis. It will also totally prevent you from achieving an erection. As you inevitably become aroused by the women around you and your penis attempts to expand, this penis sheath [she held a one-inch plastic sheath in front of Roger] will stop you cold. It will be quite painful at first, but you'll get used to it. Anyway, it’s not like you have a choice," she snickered, as did the older women.
"Nooooooooo!" Roger said, in a sudden outburst. He put his head in his hands and began wailing.
Brooke squeezed down on his balls, which caused Roger to bend forward and groan in pain. "Behave, young man!" she said. "Your superior is not finished addressing you. Look back in Miss Kristin’s eyes.” Brook shook her hand, which caused Roger’s penis to jiggle back and forth while gaining his total attention.
"That's right, Roger," continued Kristin with a tone of vindication in her voice. "Your orgasms will now be totally under the control of women. I will hold a key to your penis sheath and so will Vanessa. She will decide if and when you are to be unlocked, and I will provide regular reports on your behavior. Welcome to your new life."
Roger shook with rage and indignation. He wanted to run out the door, but Brooke held him firm. He felt the walls closing in on him.
As though she could read his mind, Vanessa said, "Don't try anything foolish, Roger. You know I have those incriminating photographs and the video of you. It's over, Roger. Oh, look - your penis is going limp. How convenient."
Vanessa reached down between Roger's legs and grasped the head of Roger's penis between her thumb and forefinger. Then, with great dexterity, she stuffed his penis inside the sheath. The sheath was a one inch O-ring made of hard plastic. It was narrow enough to fit a flaccid male organ but too narrow to accommodate an erect one. At the base of the sheath was an elastic black band and inside the black band was some kind of wiring. Before Roger could react, Vanessa slid the black band firmly around the base of Roger's balls. When she released it, it snapped into place, causing Roger to grunt as the elastic smacked the base of his scrotum. A key was attached to the belt at the area where Roger's testicles met the underside of his penis. Vanessa turned the key and removed it.
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7175c6 No.1770
"Presto!" said a delighted Kristin.
Roger immediately felt a pain in his groin as his penis reacted too slowly to Vanessa's fondling. He put his hands to his groin and said, "Oh no! Oh no! Oh NO!"
"Oh yes, Roger!" Vanessa dangled the key, which was attached to a small key-ring, on her pinky finger. "We own your penis now. Of course you know this means we own YOU."
Brooke and Vanessa laughed. "Vanessa dear," said Brooke, "Can I share with him some of the features of his new chastity belt?"
"Please do."
"Very well. Roger, your genitals are now locked in the TMCD9000. It was designed by a very innovative Canadian woman. In case you were wondering, TMCD stands for 'Total Male Control Device.' It's the best male dominating device known to womankind. When in use, it gives the modern woman unprecedented control, not only over a male's penis, but over all aspects of his behavior. Let me demonstrate. Roger, stick your crotch out so I don't have to reach for your penis."
Roger felt a crisp slap on his ass. It was Kristin. "Do what she says."
"Yes, ma’am," Roger felt himself say without even thinking. He thrust forward so his groin was convenient to where Brooke sat.
"Thank you, Kristin," nodded Brooke. The buxom 40-something-year-old blonde took Roger's balls in one hand and his penis sheath in the other. "Look me in the eyes while I explain how our male control device works, Roger. Good. Now, you see, this device has a number of incredibly convenient features. For one, it's made of special indestructible plastic. There's no way for you to remove it. Also, because the penis sheath only wraps around the base of your shaft, it provides a woman easy access to the rest of your sensitive little dick. We used photographs of your penis to get a proper measurement. Unlike other chastity devices, the sheath prevents expansion by restricting the girth of the penis, rather than the length. That way, a woman has the ability to tease the ultra-sensitive underside of your penis. This should be intensely frustrating for you, and extremely satisfying for any woman who wants to remind you of her superiority over you. Let me demonstrate."
Brooke took a bottle of lube from her purse and put just a drop on the ball of her thumb. Then she grasped the head of Roger's penis and began stroking the area just beneath the head with her wide thumb. She rubbed in a circular motion.
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7175c6 No.1771
>>1770Roger’s eyes glazed over and he began groaning with intense pleasure. This was followed by excruciating pain as his penis began expanding and was immediately restrained by the sheath. His penis remained limp, but the head still filled with blood. It turned deep purple. Brooke then made a ring around the middle of Roger’s penis with her thumb and forefinger. With her other hand, she began twiddling Roger’s penis head back and forth. "Oh no! Oh my god! Oh no!" Roger began moaning as his penis desperately tried to expand and was prevented from doing so by the O-ring.
Vanessa and Kristin fell into hysterics. "That's awesome," said Kristin. "Look at how frustrated you’re making him."
"Exactly," said Brooke, removing her hands and studying Roger's suffering with great fascination. "It's the ultimate behavior modification device. We're talking about total female domination."
"Fabulous!" squealed Vanessa, not hiding her delight.
"Indeed," agreed Brooke. "The other great thing about the design is that it leaves the scrotum completely available to the woman for punishment." Brooke grabbed Roger by his penis sheath and yanked upwards, exposing his balls for the world to see. "Vanessa, would you like to demonstrate."
"Gladly." Before Roger could react, Vanessa jutted her feet between Roger’s legs and flicked her foot upward until her high heel crashed into his balls. Since Roger was being obedient, Vanessa only intended to jolt him a bit, but the kick was delivered with more force than she intended. Thwock! The familiar sound of female footwear colliding with male scrotum echoed through the office. Roger screeched before doubling over in pain. "Thank you," he muttered, as he struggled to remain on his feet.
Kristin was in hysterics. "I love the sound of a good ball kicking. Did you hear the noise he made?"
"I know, right?" mused Vanessa.
"Vanessa dear, do you have the remote?"
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7175c6 No.1772
>>1771Vanessa reached into her purse and handed Brooke what appeared to be a small hand-held remote control device. Brooke waived it away. "Vanessa, it's only fair that you have the honors. I'll do the explaining." She turned to Roger: “kneel.”
In less than a second, Roger was on his knees.
"Roger, the male chastity device provides the woman key holder with a remote control for ease of use. The remote easily fits in a woman's purse, or even in her pocket if she so desires. There are several buttons that deliver a variety of, shall we say, stimulation to your penis and balls. First, and most importantly, the severe punishment button. I apologize in advance for us having to do this, since you’ve been showing signs that your training has been paying off, but it’s necessary for us to demonstrate. Go ahead Vanessa."
Vanessa pressed the penis punishment button and Roger immediately felt a severe jolt in the base of penis and balls. It felt as though someone had taken a cattle prod to his not-so-privates. His entire body went rigid and he fell to the carpet. Feminine laughter reigned down upon him. Roger felt fear and respect course through his veins. He would do ANYTHING to avoid that type of pain again. It hurt as bad, if not worse than the hardest kick in the balls he'd ever taken from Vanessa.
Once he regained his composure, he found himself kneeling again. This time, Brooke insisted that he put his hands forward, palms down, in an extra obedient position.
Roger’s reaction was lightning quick and he added a “Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”
“See that?” Brooke said. “Total male submission to the superior gender.”
“Impressive,” said Vanessa.
"Now," Brooke explained, "The severe punishment button should only be used in extreme circumstances of misbehavior, or obvious signs of disrespect. Most of the time, I recommend the regular punishment button. Go ahead, Vanessa."
Vanessa pressed another button. This time, Roger felt a jolt of pain that caused him to groan and put his hands to his groin. But he was able to keep his feet. Vanessa gave Roger a dirty look. "What do you say? Or should I hit the severe punishment button again?"
"Thank you, master."
“He forgets things too easily,” said Vanessa in her bitchiest tone. “This boy still has much to learn.”
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7175c6 No.1773
>>1772"Agreed," said Brooke. " I recommend Kristin use that often when she's bossing Roger around. It's more than enough to keep him in line. Isn't that right, Roger?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"That's right. Now finally we have the pleasure button. This one you'll want to hold down."
Vanessa pressed a third button and Roger felt a steady vibrating in his penis. This was again followed by pain as his penis tried and failed to expand. His face became red, and the women laughed hysterically at his reaction.
"It's not really pleasurable, I suppose," said Brooke. "It's an easy way to deliver frustration to your male without having to disrobe or touch his dirty genitals with your expensive shoes, or, god forbid, your hands."
Laughter filled the room. So much laughter, that suddenly Roger felt a surge of anger that he failed to adequately control. He glanced down at the carpet and shook his head as if to say, "This is bullshit." He didn't think anyone noticed.
"Did you ladies just catch that?" said Vanessa.
"I saw it," said Kristin. "He was shaking his head at his predicament. Hit him with the severe punishment button!"
"No, I have a better idea," said Vanessa evenly. "This disrespectful young man is LONG overdue for an over-the-knee spanking."
The women spent the next 15 minutes passing Roger and the hairbrush around until he was reduced to deep sobs and every square inch of his ass and upper thighs were properly blistered. When it was over, Vanessa pointed to Roger’s penis as he danced in agony. “That’s wonderful how the chastity device doesn’t prevent us from having full viewing access to his silly penis. The woman who invented this device thought of everything.”
The other ladies agreed.
After being made to profusely thank each lady for his lesson in feminine respect, Roger was then made to recite a pledge that had been prepared by Brooke. She made her husband recite the pledge first thing in the morning and last thing before bedtime. Roger now had to utter the humiliating words:
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7175c6 No.1774
>>1773"I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina.""Wonderful," said Vanessa. "Before the next time we see you, you're to memorize that pledge by heart. Do you understand."
"Yes, master," Roger wailed.
"Good. When you see Kristin each morning, you're to greet her with that pledge. If you slip up, you'll be back in my office tomorrow for another bare-assed spanking."
Now that every cell of Roger's being had been so thoroughly defeated by women (He couldn't get over that fact), Roger thought he would finally be dismissed. Instead, Vanessa had one more humiliation in store for him. She removed a small digital device from her desk drawer.
"Wait, Roger, before you put your clothing back on, there's one more thing you need to do for us ladies. This will be a regular part of our regime."
A still-sobbing Roger was made to stand in front of the ladies. Vanessa removed a vase from a tall, narrow table and ordered Roger to place the table in front of the couch. She then joined Brooke and Kristin on the couch. "Let me explain, Roger. This is a digital scale. It will be used to keep track of the weight of your scrotum. Now, be a good boy and stand on your tippie toes. That's it. Now place your ball sack on the scale. Stay on your toes, and hold your penis aside, so we only capture the weight of your scrotum."
Roger was made to shift around until Vanessa was satisfied with the position of his balls on the scale. He felt so exposed! Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the humiliation burned through him.
Vanessa stood next to him, coolly assessing the situation. She pushed his hand aside and took hold of him by his penis sheath, the swollen but limp head of his penis drooping forward, until she was satisfied with his positioning. "Perfect!" she said, her face glowing with pleasure. The other women looked on with animated expressions. "Two ounces and seven grams. Too much masturbating, Roger!" Vanessa chastised him.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again," Roger said, with genuine fear.
Vanessa shook his penis back and forth just because she felt like it. "I know it won't happen again, stupid! I've made quite sure of that, haven't I?"
Kristin and Brooke laughed.
"Each day, at the end of the day, you will come in here and I will weigh your balls for you. I expect a substantial increase in weight, as the semen builds in your frustrated scrotum," Vanessa said proudly. "Now put your clothing on and get out of my office!"
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7175c6 No.1776
>>1774"I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."
Roger had spent much of the previous evening trying to memorize the words. He was driven by fear as much as anything else. The thought of having his tender buttocks subjected to another painful episode with a wooden hairbrush held by the hand of a completely merciless woman was more than enough of a motivator. His memorization efforts had a painful side effect. Oddly enough, he found the words to be erotic in such a way that it caused his imprisoned penis to fill with blood. As it did, he felt the pressure of the chastity belt deny his expansion. It was that wordvagina. The mere mention of it caused him to become sexually aroused. What a vicious cycle! Roger began to realize that Vanessa was conditioning his deeper surrender to the female gender. His brain was beginning to associate the word 'vagina' with denial. And he had no choice but to keep uttering the phrase or face the agony of the hairbrush. As a result, he went to sleep that night with a sore ass, a deep ache in his scrotum, and a frustrated, denied penis.
Vanessa and Brooke had discussed this very course of events over dinner that evening. "Right now, it's hitting Roger as he desperately tries to memorize his pledge," Brooke said, laughing. "Each time his penis tries and fails to expand in the tube, it's furthering his defeat."
Vanessa threw her head back and laughed. "Good."
The next morning, Roger arrived early. He neatened up his work area so that Kristin would approve. He paid extra attention to his grooming and his clothing that morning so that she would not find reason to punish him.
Kristin strode in 20 minutes late. For the first time, Roger felt himself stunned by her beauty. What a mature young lady she was. She walked slowly with excellent posture. She wore tight tan pants and a sleek pink blouse. Her hair was back in a pony tail and she was made up nicely. With her high heels, she stood just under six feet tall. Roger waited until the area was quiet. Then Kristin nodded to him in an unspoken message to recite his vow of submission. As Kristin stood above him, Roger kneeled and put his hands forward:
"I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self-control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina.""Very good boy," Kristin condescended with a smile. Topping it off, she patted Roger on the head as though he were her pupil. Roger's face turned bright red. For a moment, he felt stupid and used. But at the same time, he felt a desire for Kristin that he hadn't felt before. It was probably the fact that he was so pent up from his night of constant arousal of denial.
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7175c6 No.1777
>>1776Kristin reached into her pocketbook and removed the remote control. Roger felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as Kristin held the remote in her hand and faced him. She sat in her high swivel-backed chair and crossed her legs. "I'm going to reward you for your efforts, Roger. She pressed a button and Roger immediately felt a steady vibration in his penis. Roger felt the constriction at the base of his penis. His balls started aching and it was all he could do to keep from doubling over in pain.
As she studied his reaction, Kristin broke into laughter. "I think you should thank me for giving your penis some pleasure, don't you?"
"Thank you for pleasuring my penis, Miss Kristin," he said through gritted teeth.
"No problem," she chortled. "Don't say I never did anything for you. The toilets need cleaning," she added before turning around and placing her pocketbook on her desk. Roger immediately headed for the closet that held the cleaning materials.
He started with the men's room and then moved onto the ladies room. It was exhausting work. The ladies room had a certain scent to it that drove him crazy. His balls were absolutely killing him. It was so bad that he had a tough time standing up straight. His fear of Kristin drove him on. He would do anything to make certain he wouldn't face the severe punishment button on his diabolical chastity device.
Just before noon, he was finally wrapping up the ladies room. In walked Kristin with another young woman Roger hadn't seen before. His heart sunk as he laid eyes on them. Both had devilish smiles on their faces. The young woman standing next to Kristin was quite the female specimen. She was tall and blonde with angular features and striking blue eyes. Not as stocky as Kristin, she had wide hips, a narrow waist and small breasts. She wore a skirt and high heels. Her hair was back in a pony tail.
"Svetlana, meet Roger. Roger, kneel in front of Svetlana and kiss her shoes," said Kristin, folding her arms and waiting for her vanquished foe to obey her command.
Roger did so without hesitation.
Svetlana laughed and turned to Kristin. She spoke with a Russian accent. "How convenient for you, Kristin! You have your own male dog under your control. Is very nice. Can I see this- this penis controlling device?"
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7175c6 No.1778
>>1777"Of course, Sveta," said Kristin. "You heard her, loser. Stand up! Now pull down your pants and underpants, so she can see your shame."
Again, Roger obeyed the command without hesitation. He hated being called a loser, but his fear was all that mattered. When he saw his penis, he gasped in astonishment. The head was purple and engorged. Yet thanks to the sheath, his entire shaft was less than three inches long. Clear fluid leaked from the tip.
Svetlana put her hand over her mouth in a decidedly feminine gesture and broke into hearty laughter. Roger had to admit she was quite lovely when she laughed. He felt his penis throbbing in futility as the gorgeous young woman mocked him. "Is so small," Svetlana said. Then she locked eyes with Roger. "How it feel to be so dominated by a woman?"
Roger was taken aback by the question. When he didn't reply right away he felt a jolt in his groin. Kristin had hit him with the regular punishment button. His knees knocked together as he instinctually slammed his legs shut in an effort to withstand the sharp penile pain. "Answer her before I decide to use the severe punishment button!" said Kristin triumphantly.
"I feel so- so controlled," Roger said meekly, his face turning bright red with the admission.
Svetlana nodded her head. "And humiliated I bet?"
"Yes ma'am."
Svetlana laughed. "I see he obedient like dog."
"You've got that right, hon.," said Kristin. "Roger, why don't you recite your pledge out of respect for this beautiful woman. I want you to show her just how obedient you can be."
"I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."
Svetlana again threw her head back in laughter. She laughed so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. Then she turned to Kristin and said, "He is your very own puppet.."
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7175c6 No.1780
>>1778"Fuckin right he's OURS," said Kristin. "Let's grab some lunch and leave this loser to finish cleaning up."
"Good idea. But wait," said Svetlana. "I have… request."
"What is it, sweetie?"
Svetlana whispered something in Kristin's ear. Kristin brightened. "Of course you can kick him in the nuts!"
Roger was ordered to spread his legs and stick out his crotch. He was then made to beg Svetlana to kick him in the balls. This made the young Russian woman laugh harder than ever. Kristen made Rodger hold his balls and wag them in front of him. Once Svetlana gathered herself, she kicked Roger like an old pro. She had a body built for ball busting.
THOCK! Svetlana had played soccer for most of her life, the muscles rippled slightly in her leg and her kick did not miss its intended target. Roger’s balls compressed, his sheathed penis went flying, and the women left Roger on the floor while they headed off to lunch. As the door, shut, Roger heard the fading sound of high heels on the floor, laughter and female voice with a thick accent say, "That felt so good!"
For lunch, Svetlana joined Kristin and Rodger in the booth. Kristin allowed Svetlana to handle the remote control while advising her not to use the severe punishment button unless it was absolutely warranted since Kristin didn't want Roger flopping around on the floor creating a scene. Svetlana had a heavy hand with the pleasure button. She belittled Roger verbally. Roger became incredibly pent up with desire. This only intensified back at the office, his balls buzzing pleasurably and his cock straining to be allowed to erect. By mid afternoon, his armpits were moist with sweat and his crotch was moist with pre cum. A wet spot became visible on his trousers. Kristin ordered him to go the bathroom and stuff some toilet tissue inside his underpants. He could hear the laughter as he took the humiliating walk to the men's room.
At the end of the day he was called into Vanessa's office. She looked absolutely stunning in a leather miniskirt and black stockings. For some reason she wore make-up as though she was planning on hitting a club. She was an amazing contrast from Roger, who was disheveled, sweaty, and naked, save for his chastity device.
Vanessa waved her hand in front of her face. "Oh my god. You are RIPE!" She ordered him into the shower. When he was out, she had him put the table and the scale in position. She ordered him to position his balls on the scale and wait for her while she completed a phone call. Vanessa kept him standing there on his tip toes for 15 minutes while she discussed a vacation she was planning with a friend. Finally she stood and approached Roger from behind. She put her face up against the side of Roger's from behind so she could whisper in his ear. Then she reached around and casually pinched Roger's engorged penis head in her fingers, gently pulling it aside before holding it firmly. With her other hand, she hefted Roger's balls up and down.
Roger was transfixed by her scent and the assertive, yet delicate way in which she handled him. He felt the intense pain begin anew in his balls, but he could not bend over because of the way Vanessa had positioned him. She had him facing a full length wall mirror and he couldn't believe the scene facing him. He was so completely dominated!
"Your balls feel heavier than yesterday, Roger," Vanessa whispered, her nose brushing with Roger's ear and her breath wrapping itself around his neck. Roger's chest tingled with pleasure and frustration. "I think your penis sheath is already paying dividends." She released his balls momentarily and pressed a button on the scale. "Now, let's just take this scrotum and put it right up here," she said as she re-gripped his balls. As she did, Vanessa began stroking the underside of his penis head with her thumb and forefinger. Roger groaned in total frustration.
"Two ounces and 13 grams! Good boy, Roger. You gained six full grams." Vanessa squeezed the head of Roger's penis, causing pre-cum to trickle from the tip. She took her finger and wiped the underside of the shaft. Roger began moaning with a combination of pleasure and frustration.
"Oh please, master, please let me masturbate at your feet," Roger gasped in total desperation.
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7175c6 No.1781
>>1780Vanessa laughed. "Oh Roger," she said evenly. "You were doing so good until you let your penis get the better of you again. I was going to make your releases a weekly occurrence, but now I think I need to make them bi-weekly."
Roger began sobbing in frustration. This was more than he could take. He was hit with the realization that his life, as he knew it, was over.
"You need to learn not to ask me for any releases, Roger," Vanessa said as though she was a school teacher working with a young boy. "I decide when you are allowed to ejaculate because I own this penis." Vanessa gave it a gentle flick for emphasis. Then she pinched some loose skin on Roger's scrotum and pulled it away. "You see this?" she asked. "This is a sign of disrespect. I won't be happy until your balls are so full that it becomes difficult for me to pinch off any loose skin. Do you understand, young man?"
"Yes, master," Roger practically whimpered.
"Good. I told you I'd put a permanent end to your compulsive masturbating." Vanessa stepped back from the mirror. Roger felt a chill as he spied her eyeing his bottom. "I see your ass is still quite swollen from yesterday, but it's not as red as I like it. I think it needs a warming!"
With that, Vanessa took Roger over her knee gave him a short, but severe hair brushing. She didn't have him over her lap for more than a couple of minutes, but the spanks came down fast and furious. Only when Vanessa had reduced him to deep, anguished sobs, did she feel as though she'd been appropriately thorough.
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7175c6 No.1783
>>1781THREE WEEKS LATER…
"Four ounces, five grams. You gained another gram, Roger!" Vanessa hefted Roger’s increasingly cumbersome balls in her slender fingers. She gave them a tug and a squeeze, while at the same time enjoying the tormented look on Roger’s face. He was staring straight ahead, as he had been trained to do, not moving a muscle, the strain evident on his face.
Roger waited for Vanessa to release his balls. She always liked to play with them after weighing him. It was her way of emphasizing her superiority. Today was a huge day. After many starts and stops, today was the day Vanessa had promised that he would finally get to cum.
The past three weeks had been so difficult. He was in a constant state of frustration. His balls had become so heavy that he could feel their weight between his legs any time he walked anywhere. About the only thing he could be happy about was that he hadn't been spanked in three full days. His ass was less swollen than it had been in a month. Oddly enough he found himself for the first time in his life almost craving a trip over the lap of a cruel, determined woman. He had become accustomed to the comfort of submitting to a higher power.
Kristin, in concert with Svetlana, had subjected him to every indignity imaginable. They constantly found excuses to kick him in the balls and use the penis punishment button. Whenever they detected the slightest hint of disrespect, Roger would find himself bottoms-up on one of their ruthless young laps for an always-severe blistering. Both young women preferred the hairbrush. It was so effective at getting the job done. The oval shape of the brush seemed the perfect implement to deal with the misbehaving male bottom. Roger's reaction to the brush was always so pleasing. He clearly couldn't handle it. Both Kristin and Svetlana agreed: the hairbrush was incredibly effective when it came to yielding Roger’s full respect – and his tears. They had taken to carrying one in their purse wherever they went. You never knew when you might come across a male in need of correction.
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7175c6 No.1785
>>1783Roger would never get used to the tremendous pain that the hairbrush brought him. It played upon his psyche. It got so that he threw away his own hairbrush and used a small plastic comb for his hair. And even the stupid comb gave him chills. His spankings brought such strong mixed emotions from Roger. On the one hand, it gave him intense pleasure to feel his penis rubbing against Kristin or Svetlana's thighs. The young women usually wore nylon pants, which created a teasing friction. Combining it with their intoxicating female scents and it was as close to an orgasm as Roger could get these days. Then the first jarring smack of the hairbrush would impact his buttocks and his entire world became centered around his sore ass. His fear and respect for women soon increased exponentially.
In addition, Svetlana had come up with a brilliant idea. In order to properly entertain her and Kristin, Roger now had a special way of urinating when at work. When he had to pee, he was forced to ask Kristin's permission. On occasion, just for sport, Kristin would make him wait until his bladder was nearly overflowing. Then, she, along with Svetlana (who, having nothing better to do until school began, spent most of her summer days helping Kristin at the front desk) would take Roger back to a rarely-used restroom in the back of the club. There, they would lock the door and force Roger to throw his legs up into his air and pee onto his own face. Both women greatly enjoyed the spectacle. Especially hilarious was the fact that Roger always got an erection when forced to perform the disgusting task. They ridiculed Roger, calling him a fool, a retard and a loser. "Tell us how much you love it!" they would shout. When it was over, Roger had to crawl to each of their feet and thank them for allowing him to relieve himself. They'd done it four times to him and each time they seemed to enjoy themselves more than on the previous occasion.
After the second time they made him piss in his own face, Roger had complained to Vanessa that his young female supervisors had taken things too far. Vanessa responded by inviting Kristin and Svetlana into her office where they took turns spanking Roger until silver dollar-sized purple welts appeared on his ass. At the end of the spanking, Roger was so inconsolable he had trouble regaining his breath.
Now, on the day he was supposed to be released from chastity, Roger waited obediently for his master’s command while she stood behind him and manipulated his poor, imprisoned penis. Vanessa made great sport of his limp, dangling "manhood." She loved the way it became so engorged yet the chastity device kept it so flaccid. It allowed her to fiddle with his overly sensitive organ and drive him absolutely insane with desire. Roger's eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with a tingling feeling in conjunction with the pain in his gut. He struggled to keep still so Ms. Vanessa wouldn't find reason to punish him. By now he knew that his movement during "inspection" resulted in an immediate trip over her lap, and an encounter with The Hairbrush.
Finally Vanessa stopped fondling him and pinched the head of his penis with great authority. Roger's body went rigid. "Look at how brainwashed you are," Vanessa said. "In a matter of weeks you've gone from a brash, out-of-control male to a docile, obedient, puppet."
"Yes, master."
"And now today is your big day. The day you get to produce your dirty goo for our amusement." She gave his balls a playful tug.
Roger felt a thrill and an accompanying shiver of pleasure. "Thank you, master."
"I’ve decided on a small change of plans," Vanessa said abruptly, releasing Roger's penis and causing it to fall onto her scale with a little thud. "Your orgasm will be tomorrow instead IF you handle yourself accordingly this afternoon. You're to be the ball boy for a tennis match me and the ladies will be having."
Roger felt the frustration boil up inside him. How could she make him wait? He'd been so good! But now, his training kicked in. A few weeks ago he might have shown his anger, but now he nodded his head and said, "Your wish is my command, master. Thank you."
"Good boy," said Vanessa. "Now put the scale away while I put my tennis clothing on. She disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. Roger had a silent temper tantrum, squeezing his eyes shut and nodding his head back and forth in the hopes that he might wake up from his nightmare.
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7175c6 No.1786
>>1785No such luck. Vanessa returned wearing a short white tennis outfit. Her skirt was high above her knees and offered Roger a glorious view of her thighs. This only served to frustrate him further.
"Shall we?" She opened the door and waited for him to walk naked into the hallway. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said, reaching into her closet.
Roger felt relief as she closed the door. The club was now closed but he didn't like the idea of being naked in the open spaces of the club. His relief was short-lived though.
Vanessa pulled out a pair of socks and men's tennis shoes and that was it. "Size 10, your size," she quipped. "Hurry up and put them on. The other ladies are waiting."
When the shoes and sox were on, Roger looked up at Vanessa who had been standing in wait. She was holding a leash in her hands. "Just so there’s no mistaking the situation." She laughed. For a moment, Roger thought she might place it around his neck, but instead she fastened the leash securely around his cock and balls. She secured it tight enough to make it uncomfortable while allowing just enough blood flow to keep Roger from major health problems. “There we go. It’s amazing how your silly public parts were built for leashing.”
Roger felt more exposed than ever as Vanessa escorted him to the tennis courts. He walked behind her as she tugged him along by his penis and balls. Occasionally she gave a quick yank just to remind him who was boss. As if he needed any reminder.
Just before Vanessa reached the entrance to the tennis area, she stopped and faced Roger. "When we reach the court, you're to walk bow-legged as a sign of respect for the females. Also, make sure you march with a high leg kick so that your penis bobs up and down. I want to make it abundantly clear how obedient you are and how eager you are to provide visual amusement for the Females in attendance."
When Roger arrived at the tennis court, he didn't like what he saw. Svetlana and Kristin were on one side of the court. They exchanged volleys with what appeared to be a youthful version of Vanessa, a gorgeous young woman who looked like a great tennis player. Seated on a bench next to the court, much to Roger's dismay, was the buxom blonde bitch. Roger recalled her name was Brooke. She was the one who had belted him. Next to her, looking quite resplendent in a pair of jeans with little boots, was Maya.
All the women stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Roger as he approached. Roger felt great shame as he saw all of them smiling like cats that ate the canary. He made sure to pick his legs up high and spread his legs wide. The last thing he wanted to do was anger his master.
Vanessa spoke loudly, her voice full of glee: “Most of you know about Roger the pervert, but not all of you have seen him in action. I ran into this jackass on the road a few months ago. He gave me a finger and called me a cunt. I discovered he was a penis jerking pervert and a wimp who loved being dominated by women. Just look at him now!”
The women clapped their hands and smiled as Roger marched in, his loose parts jiggling up and down. The younger version of Vanessa came jogging over with a huge smile on her face. Roger was so humiliated he nearly passed out from the dizziness.
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7175c6 No.1787
>>1786Vanessa tugged at his leash and announced proudly, and much too loudly for Roger’s liking: “This complete imbecile has agreed to be our bellboy this evening. Right, Roger?”
“Yes ma’am.” Roger couldn’t believe the way she spoke of him.
Kristin strode over and gave him a playful swat on his behind with the tennis racket. He hadn't been spanked in a few days, but the blow still jolted him. All the women gathered around him. Vanessa made him fall to his knees and recite his pledge:
"I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."
Maya turned to Kristin and laughed loudly. "You weren't kidding. This is hilarious."
"Oh my fucking god, mom!" said the young version of Vanessa. "You have outdone yourself this time."
"Roger," said Vanessa. "This is my daughter, Leah. Please give her a proper introduction."
Roger immediately fell to the hard tennis court so that he was on his belly. He wriggled his way forward until he reached Leah's tennis shoes and he planted several kisses on each foot. He could hear the girl laughing. "Goodness, how pathetic is that?”
"Roll over so and spread your legs, so my daughter can get a good look at every inch of you," said Vanessa.
When Roger did as instructed, Leah howled. "Now I see why he's so obedient. Look at what you've done to his penis! You rule, mom."
Roger burned with humiliation as she joked about his most private part to the other women. The other women then spent a few moments discussing it. They used words like "gherkin, pin-dick,” and “shrimp-dick.” They talked about how funny it looked inside the sheath.
“And look at the size of that ugly-ass scrotum,” Leah mused. “It looks all swollen and pent up!”
The women all laughed. “Shake your ass and jiggle those balls for our amusement, boy,” said Vanessa.
Roger did as he was told, and the women all absolutely howled at the sight.
Vanessa gave Roger instructions on his role as ball boy. "It's quite simple," she said. Vanessa and Leah would pair up in a doubles match against Svetlana and Kristin. They would play the best of three sets, which means the game had a chance to last for two hours. Roger was responsible for clearing the court of tennis balls. He was expected to hustle at all times. "If any of us notices you slacking or falling behind, you'll be over my lap so fast you won't know what hit you," Vanessa warned, much to the delight of the other women. "I won't be happy about delaying the match, but I won't hesitate." Vanessa turned to Leah. “You see, this way we’re going to whip his fat ass into shape.”
All the women looked so sexy in their tennis skirts. Roger felt the tightening begin anew around his penis. Little did he know what else Vanessa had in store for him.
Brooke handed Vanessa a small 6”x8” by one inch thick wooden platter. The platter had a smallish hole in the middle of it that was buffeted by sturdy black rubber. The platter was actually two 3x8" pieces of wood joined by a hinge at one end. That way, it could be divided and then closed like a steel trap on a certain "object."
"You didn't think I would make things that easy for you, Roger. Did I?" Vanessa explained that the platter was a femdom sex device. She then proceeded pull Roger's already restricted genitals back behind his legs. While the other women looked on, she squeezed the two wooden ends shut around Roger's penis and balls. Vanessa then locked the platter into place with an adjustable latch at the non-hinged end. She made sure to do it extra tight so Roger's genitals could not possibly slip out of the platter during his movements. Roger winced as she locked it into place. The result was that Roger's penis and balls were forced back between his legs and he was stuck in a bent over position. It was a lewd display and an awkward, painful contraption.
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7175c6 No.1788
>>1787The women all admired the device. "Let me explain, ladies," Vanessa began. "This way his penis and balls can't hide between his legs. It will be on display for our viewing pleasure at all times. The pain and stress position will also remind him of who is in charge."
"Just wonderful," said Kristin.
"One last thing, Roger," said Vanessa. "Since Brooke and Maya will be watching the match, they will supervise you with the remote control. If either of them is unhappy with your effort, you can expect an attitude adjustment in the form of a female-administered groin punishment. Now ladies, let's play some tennis!"
Leah chimed in. The girl was clearly thrilled to be a part of this, and she spoke with total sarcasm. “But wait, mom, how the hell is he supposed to be an effective ball boy? On top of everything else, he already doesn't look very in shape. We don’t want to have to wait all day long for him to fetch balls.”
“That’s his problem, honey, not ours.”
Leah was positively beaming.
The match began. The first time the ball hit the net and Roger had to retrieve it, he was greeted with hysterical laughter. "Look at his penis! Look at him try to run!" said Leah with sheer glee. The other women on court doubled over in hysterics. Roger could feel why. With each stride, his penis and balls jiggled and bounced up and down. Adding to the ridiculousness was the fact that the platter forced him to run bent over with his legs spread and sometimes go on all fours to keep from falling on his face. When Roger tried to stand up with the ball, he felt a wrenching in his groin as his balls attempted to pull back naturally between his legs but were rudely rebuffed by the platter. The pain was intense. He staggered and nearly fell forward onto his face. Then he took off running again with the ball in one hand using the other to help support him. A bizarre tripod, penis bobbing up and down like the punching bag it had become. He could already feel his balls getting red and swollen.
Just before he reached the sidelines he felt a nasty jolt that made him jump and interrupted his strange movement. He feel forward onto his face as it took him off his feet and made him collapse in agony into the doubles lane. Brooke had hit the punishment button! All four women on the court were laughing almost uncontrollably.
click clickcliiiiicckkkkkBrooke kept hitting the button and forcing Rodger to flop around like a terrified fish out of water.
"Brooke," said Vanessa after she caught her breath. "Cool it on the button or we'll never get this match in!"
After that, things settled down. The women eventually got used to the sight of Roger's limp noodle of a penis and swollen scrotum. The match became intense. Roger hustled around, feeling an increasing pain in his balls and sweating profusely. After an hour had passed, Roger was exhausted. He slowed at one point and was met with another barrage of electrical pain. He was also becoming increasingly frustrated. Thoughts of "How did I let this happen to me?" became more frequent.
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7175c6 No.1789
>>1788Meanwhile, each time the women exchanged courts, they would take the opportunity to fondle Roger's balls and his penis. This only served to increase his frustration. Good thing he was able to hide his true feelings. Leah in particular took the handle of the tennis racket and gave his balls a few good jabs. She laughed in amazement as Roger winced and thanked her for the attention while she rubbed them with her palm.
Finally, at long last, just when Roger was ready to collapse in exhaustion, the match ended. Vanessa and her daughter prevailed 6-4, 2-6, 7-5.
Roger put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath. He couldn't see them but his cock and balls were purple and raw from all the wrenching that had taken place each time he had to lean over and pick up the tennis ball. The women all sat on the bench, drinking water and talking about the match. Roger was left alone in a prostate position trying to relieve the tension on his scrotum and wishing he could have some water, but knowing better than to ask.
"Ladies," Vanessa said once everyone had calmed down. "Today was the day Roger was to be released from his belt so he could masturbate his penis and relieve the pressure that's been building in that ugly scrotum over the past month. Based on his effort, do you think he deserves it? Obviously he isn't qualified to make the decision so I'm going to put his fate in your feminine hands. Kristin, since you are his boss, you should decide first. Then Svetlana. Then Maya. Then Brooke. Then finally Leah."
Kristin: "I'm afraid my answer is no, Vanessa. Although he tried very hard in a physical sense, I thought it was quite apparent that he was getting angry and frustrated inside. He's so stupid he thinks we can't notice. Well Roger, we can. [Looking at Roger intently] If it's up to me, consider yourself denied."
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7175c6 No.1790
Svetlana: "Absolutely not. Kristin is correct. The fool thinks we can't notice it when he is being disrespectful, but it's quite simple to read his mind. The answer is absolutely no."
Maya: "He seems so much better behaved since you first put him in chastity. I think we should keep it that way. My vote is to keep him locked up for the time being."
Roger felt his despair growing. A majority had been reached.
Brooke: [laughing] "Of course not. Males like Roger understand one thing. He needs another reminder of his place at our feet."
Leah: "I think we should let him jerk off. Kidding! Of course you should keep him locked up, mom. Let me make this unanimous. [Turning to Roger] The answer is 'no.' Your pleasure is under the strict control of women and that's the way it will always be. Forever."
Roger lost it. He didn't know why, but he had enough. He broke down in tears and shouted, "No fair! NO FAIR!" He began jumping up and down, and this only caused his penis to bounce futilely in the air, which made for wonderful imagery to the women in attendance. Then he fell to the ground and began sobbing.
"Who has a hairbrush handy?" said Vanessa.
Roger felt a chill. For a moment nobody could find one. It seemed as though Roger would get a reprieve since hands didn't hurt anywhere nearly as much as the hairbrush. Then Svetlana said, "Wait one moment." She reached into her Gucci handbag and produced the dreaded object, much to the joy of the other women.
Roger was passed from one lap to the next. They made him keep wearing the platter, which forced his cock and balls to be easier targets each time they "missed" his ass. More importantly, the women all spanked extremely hard and without mercy. Maya and Leah were both naturals. Leah in particular spanked him with wild abandon.. and got in the most "misses" to his protruding genitals. Giggling after each one and mockingly apologizing. For the women, it was an exceedingly satisfying end to a joyous afternoon of female dominance. For Roger, it was a particularly painful end to a devastating afternoon. Spurred on by Brooke who insisted they treat me especially rough, the women all acted as though they had a bone to pick with Roger. And boy did they ever light a fire under him. His cries echoed off the ceiling and the walls. Long after they finished spanking him, Roger continued his deep sobs.
"Imagine if all men were treated this way," concluded Vanessa. "There would be so much less violence in the world."
“Wait mom,” said Leah. I want us to play one last game before we let him off the hook. I think each of us women should have a chance to finish him off.”
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7175c6 No.1791
>>1790“I think he’s already finished off.”
”Well true, but his stupid gonads make such an inviting target, I want to try an experiment. She whispered her idea among the women while Roger lay by, still sobbing softly, trying to gather himself.
“That’s a frigging awesome idea,” Kristin said. The other women echoed her sentiment. It was up to Vanessa to deliver the bad news. “Roger, since we’re playing tennis we think it’s only fair if each of us gets a chance to nail you in the nuts with a good hard shot. To Leah’s point, it just seems like we’d be missing out a great opportunity since we have you here.”
They temporary released him from the platter… only to reattach in the front of his legs, pulling his blue balls out in front of him. They made Roger stand in front of the net, legs spread. Then he was ordered to hold his penis up against the platter so that his balls were fully exposed. The four female tennis players gathered by the baseline and eyed the target.
“Okay Roger,” said Vanessa. We each get one shot to hit you. If we all miss, then you’re off the hook. I hope you realize us ladies are tough but fair when it comes to disciplining you.
Roger stood just in front of the net. What more could they do? Well, he looked at the bright side. Even though his balls were swollen, the odds of one of the women nailing him with a tennis ball appeared to be not so good. It would take a perfect shot. Then again, the women were all terrific players. They played six times per week. Roger would hope for the best.
Kristin was first. She bounced the ball once on the baseline and hit a wicked topspin shot that looked like it was headed for big trouble. At the last second, the ball dipped too low and hit the bottom of the platter, only an inch or two from Roger’s sack. He winced and the platter vibrated and shook him but no damage was done. “Damn it!” Kristin yelled. “I was so fucking close!”
Then came Svetlana. She tried a serve and it missed Roger entirely. Two down, two to go.
Leah was next. “I’m going to blast your silly balls into next week,” she said. “And that’s a promise.” The lovely young girl tried a topspin forehand and it looked like it was headed for trouble. The ball went just wide and grazed his cockhead as it slammed into his body. It hurt, but it was better than the alternative. “Oh well - at least I hit him somewhere,” she said. “Okay mom, your turn. It would be so fitting if you got the job done.”
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7175c6 No.1792
>>1791“I’m going to try,” Vanessa said.
“Do your two-handed backhand,” said Leah. “It’s your best shot by far. Hey I have an idea. I’ll feed you an easy shot from over here.”
“Good idea,” said Vanessa.
“Come on, Vanessa. You can do it!” said Kristin.
Roger was already breathing a sigh of relief. The odds were in his favor. There was no way she’d be able to do it. The target was too small. He even relaxed his muscles. The ordeal would be finished soon.
Leah tossed Vanessa a tennis ball from the side. Vanessa took one step forward and swung with a great amount of power, generating torque from her toned thighs and pert ass. What happened next was something nobody in attendance would ever forget, especially Roger. Vanessa unleashed an absolute bullet – a line drive with next to no topspin. Roger watched with total horror as time seemed to stand still and his adrenaline started pumping. The ball seemed to hone in on his swollen scrotum like a heat-seeking missile.
SPLAT!!!!!!!!It was the type of shot that couldn’t be repeated if the women all had a hundred more tries. The tennis ball crunched Roger’s balls with such perfect accuracy that his swollen nuts seemed to absorb the entire impact. The ball literally fell at Roger’s feet, after basically compressing Roger’s nuts to such an extent that they came within a hair of rupturing against the wooden platter. Roger let out a weird high-pitched noise and collapsed, his vision spinning.
The tennis club echoed with the thrilled laughter and celebration of six women. The women all gathered around Vanessa and offered her their hearty congratulations, hugs and high fives which she sheepishly accepted. A few feet away, her male victim had rolled up into a little ball, his hands desperately massaging his damaged junk. The pain wasn’t going away. He felt like was dying, he couldn't sob or moan, he was completely useless in that moment. Roger managed to pick his head up in time to see his Female Superiors celebrating through his tears. Vanessa looked particularly pleased with herself.
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7175c6 No.1793
>>1792A week after Roger's agonizing trip to the tennis court, his frustration officially approached the boiling point. As he performed his morning cleaning duties in the restroom, his long term state of denial was all he could think about. He could feel the increased weight and size of his balls constantly. They had gotten significantly enlarged. Every time he saw a pretty woman in tennis gear he found himself unable to turn away. He would admire their toned legs and firm, round asses. His penis would begin to swell until the sheath did its job and stopped the attempted expansion cold.
Kristin could always tell when Roger was feeling the pain of his denial. She went out of her way do her part to frustrate him. At least once a day she would pull her chair up next to him and rub his thigh. Like clockwork, Roger would begin to perspire. Then, in the ultimate act of condescension, Kristin would pat him on his groin. "Take your mind off your useless penis for a few minutes and make yourself useful," she'd say. "Go get me a Diet Coke. Hurry Up."
One day, after a stressful day for Kristen, she took him home with her after work. There, Kristin and Svetlana took turns punting his balls with their square-toed high-heeled shoes until they were pleased with the damage they'd caused. They took particular pleasure as they discussed the way their shoes sent his balls sprawling from between his groin up onto his belly. They filmed each other in action with Svetlana’s hand held video device (She was an aspiring filmmaker). Then they watched the video in slow motion, focusing extra attention on the moment their shoes made impact. They played the highlights again and again, watching with great interest as Roger's genitals took off like a punted football before snapping back down against his belly and flopping around listlessly for several seconds. Rodger had no choice but to act as a kicking bag in different positions then watch himself get abused all over again on the screen.
Svetlana: "Look how his penis and balls go flying! I think they travel almost a foot after impact. Look at this one right here.”
Kristin: "That’s the best one. Perfect kick, girl. Look at how his nuts compress when your shoe nails them. And it's cool how it takes him a second to react to the blow. It's like, first his nuts get launched, and then he suddenly feels the pain and reacts. Did you hear the noise he made? And I love the sound our shoes make on impact. It's like 'WHOMP' then "UGHHHHHH!" she mimicked the pained noise Roger had made moments ago.
Svetlana: "Is like, best stress relief. Of course, nothing will be as pleasurable as when Vanessa hit him with tennis ball."
Kristin: “Totally. That was the best ever. I swear I thought his testicles would have to be removed after that perfect money shot.”
Roger had never seen Svetlana so excited. Her face was flushed with the pleasure of the moment. Both gals’ upper bodies surged with laughter and joy, their young breasts heaving up and down bouncing slightly as they reveled in their feminine power.
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7175c6 No.1794
>>1793Eventually, Svetlana took him to her guest room and had him lay back on the bed. She took off her jeans, then panties and, remote in hand, climbed onto his face. Her muscular legs, which had just delivered such a pounding to his nuts, straddled his face.
"LICK BOY"
And he went licked and kissed her shaved little pussy like it was his last meal on Earth. His cock constantly strained in the device, and didn't even go down when she started to orgasm and held down both the pleasure and punishment buttons while shaking in pleasure.
The next day, Roger was cleaning the bathroom gingerly, legs splayed slightly open so that he wouldn't damage his sore scrotum (He'd iced it last night and this morning, but it was still quite raw – his scrotum now resembled a large plum in size and color). The door opened and he was surprised to see Vanessa Cromwell in all of her glory, wearing a spectacular miniskirt, heels and a blouse. It was the first time he'd seen her since the tennis incident.
"Put the mop down and lower your pants,” she said, locking the door behind her. “I want to check on MY balls."
She hefted his balls in her palm as he stood, hands out, palms down in total deference. Between his lack of release and the recent punishment, Roger's scrotum now approached the size of the notorious tennis ball that nearly destroyed it. Vanessa pressed down with her thumb, which caused Roger's balls to separate painfully. "Wow! Kris and Sveta did quite a number on your balls, didn't they?"
"Yes, master."
Vanessa’s face became animated with pleasure as she inspected her possessions. "It looks as if they turned your scrotum into an angry, swollen bulb.”
"Yes, master. They taught me proper respect for the superior female gender." Roger said, in an effort to please his master.
"Good boy. So how do your balls feel then?" She jiggled them in her hand, causing his penis to flop around listlessly.
Roger bent his upper body forward in a highly-involuntary submissive posture. He made sure to keep his head up and stay focused on his master, which was the rule when he was being addressed. The mere act of her touching his scrotum caused Roger pain. "Uhh! They feel sore, master, but I deserve it for being a stupid, penis-driven male."
Vanessa released his balls and took his chin so that she could face him. She smiled. "Roger, you've made good strides lately in showing proper respect for me and the other ladies. And I've decided you deserve to be rewarded. Today is your Cum Chortling Day." she laughed. "I hope you brought your appetite."
After waiting for Roger to thank her, which he did by lying on the floor and cleaning the underside of her high heels with great passion - with his tongue of course - Vanessa told him that Kristin and Svetlana would escort him to the office around four o'clock. "I've invited a special female guest for the big event," she said.
Roger knew better than to ask her just who she had invited.
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7175c6 No.1795
>>1794Four o'clock came and Roger followed Kristin and Svetlana back to the office. He couldn't help but stare at their pert asses and think with great excitement at the sexual release that awaited him. He knew it would be incredibly humiliating. But he didn't care. He'd happily lap up his own ejaculate like the obedient idiot he had become if it meant he got to orgasm. And he knew that would be part of the deal. By now, he had been subjected to every possible humiliation and had gotten used to it. His cum would taste disgusting, but it was a small price to pay for being granted the privilege of orgasm. In fact, the idea of being forced to eat it only contributed to the excitement he felt. It really was quite fitting, he thought, that if the superior gender was to grant him the great honor of sexual release that he should make every effort to abase himself for their amusement. He felt his penis throb against its sheath as he thought of what was in store for him. It felt oddly comforting, not to mention highly erotic, to know that he had no control over the situation. He would do whatever his female masters ordered him to do.
Little did Roger know that the women were once again one step ahead of him. Vanessa realized Roger had become so subservient that it might serve to take the satisfaction away from the art of dominating him. Fortunately Vanessa had come up with a terrific plan. Some research followed by a phone call and everything was in place to make Cum Chortling Day the most humiliating afternoon of Roger's life.
When Roger entered the room behind Svetlana and Kristin, he saw another young woman sitting on the couch next to Vanessa. He squinted his eyes, and his heart rate went through the roof when he recognized the face.
"Monica!" he said in astonishment to his vapid, shallow little sister. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see you get exposed as the pervert you have always been," she said proudly. “I knew it all along by the way.”
Roger had never gotten along with his sister Monica. She was two years younger than him. When they were young, she used to look up to him. Roger responded by bullying her constantly. Things changed overnight when they hit puberty. Quite suddenly, Monica acted as if she was the more mature sibling. Monica was an attractive, compact girl, not thin, but with lush curves. Some day she might become plump, but for now, she had nice round features - a shapely little tush, which today filled a black business suit (She always wore business suits in a pathetic attempt to look older than she was in Roger's opinion), plump calves, and dark, round eyes.
Vanessa studied Roger's face in anticipation of his renewed humiliation. Roger did not disappoint - a look of sheer panic came over him and his face turned bright red. Perfect!
Recruiting Monica had been easy. First Vanessa asked Kristin if she knew anything about Roger's family. Kristin told Vanessa how Roger used to constantly complain about his little sister, and what a know-it-all little bitch she was. After that, Vanessa invited Monica to lunch, where she tried to get the 18-year-old woman to open up about Roger. Vanessa and Monica took an instant liking to one another. Monica was no shrinking violet. She was actually a confident young woman who was not afraid to engage in girl talk, even with a relative stranger. Monica explained how Roger had been a bully when she was growing up, but that once Monica hit 15 or so she began to realize that Roger wasn't nearly as though as he let on. Everything changed when Monica came home early one day and caught Roger masturbating in front of the downstairs computer. After that, she had less respect for Roger, and whenever he gave her a hard time, her response was usually, "Why don't you go jerk off and make yourself feel better." Roger had no answer for that and he soon stopped giving her as much of a hard time, especially after Monica had said those words in front of her cute-as-a-button friend Daria, who laughed hysterically.
When Vanessa shared with Monica what had become of Roger and extended the invitation for Monica to join her for Cum-Chortling Day, Monica's eyes lit up. "That would be totally awesome," she said.
Now, here they all were, Roger standing there like an idiot while Kristin and Svetlana joined the other two women on the couch.
"You know the drill, Roger," said Vanessa. "Clothes off."
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7175c6 No.1796
>>1795That was enough to jar Roger into action. He heard his sister chime in: "Get naked, Roger. It's not as if I haven't seen your little wiener before. Remember the time I caught you spanking your monkey in front of the computer?"
Kristin and Svetlana laughed in unison. Then Kristin added: "Show your sister proper respect by answering her command!" Kristen then turned to Monica. "What should he call you? Something that conveys a proper amount of respect. How about 'ma'am?'"
Monica laughed. "Ma'am - I like the sound of that."
"Yes ma'am," Roger said, as he pulled his pants down. He couldn't believe this shit!
Vanessa: "When you're good and naked, come sit on your bare ass in front of us, Roger."
Roger did as instructed. Vanessa amended her orders, instructing Roger to spread his legs wide apart and lift them up off the ground so that, "myself and these fully clothed ladies can get a good look at the totally exposed male in our midst."
"Just like a puppet," remarked Svetlana when Roger had gotten into the lewd position.
"Look at his penis!" said Monica, laughing. "That is hilarious. It looks like it can't get hard with that thing attached to it. And what's up with his balls? They are so swollen."
Kristin explained the details behind Roger's penis sheath to Monica. She must have said the words "penis sheath" a half dozen times as she talked about how the penis sheath was designed to deny Roger the ability to achieve erections or ejaculate without female consent. "No unsupervised ejaculations unless we unlock his penis sheath and permit him to do it with our full approval - for our entertainment of course."
"Well said, Kristin," said Vanessa. "Also Monica, you'll note that the device enables him to whack his little penis as much as he wants, but the pervert-" she paused to let the word take affect. "The pervert will achieve no pleasure until we decide to release his penis."
"I love it!" said a clearly thrilled Monica."
"The idea behind it," Vanessa continued, as the younger women all listened intently, "is to condition him to be more obedient and respectful to ALL women. By controlling his penis, which we all know is the center of his world, we've gained complete control of him. Case in point," she turned to Roger. "Roll over! Now roll back!"
On cue, Roger began rolling around on the carpet in front of the smiling women. When it was over, he assumed the previous position, spread-legged, exposed and vulnerable. It was a startling contrast to the females that sat comfortably on the couch enjoying the silly spectacle they were being treated to.
"See the obedience?" said Vanessa proudly. "And this way, on those rare occasions where we do permit a female-controlled ejaculation, we do it entirely on our terms. As you will soon see, it's done in the most humiliating way imaginable. This helps Roger to associate female dominance and male shame with his pleasure. The factors will be inexorably linked in his feeble little brain and it will deepen his surrender to our gender."
"So impressive," said Monica. "Why are his balls such a swollen disaster?"
Vanessa laughed. "Explain to your superior little sister why it is that your scrotum is so large and so swollen, Roger."
Roger had to discuss the length of his chastity, and how his balls had been pent up. He had to describe what happened yesterday when Svetlana and Kristin had scrambled his eggs. The whole time his face was bright red. Oddly though, the renewed sense of deep humiliation he felt, caused his penis to attempt (and of course fail) to harden in his sheath. As was always the case, this factor didn't go unnoticed by his superiors.
Vanessa: "Look girls! His penis is trying to get erect. Look at how purple the head is getting. You see how he already now associates his deep shame and abject humiliation with pleasure?"
Kristin: "He’s nothing but a female-controlled puppet now. We’ve totally defeated him.”
Monica: "This is fantastic!"
Vanessa made Roger admit that he enjoyed shaming himself for the entertainment of the fully-clothed females in his presence. She then made Roger recite his pledge while simultaneously wiggling his ass around the carpet so that his swollen penis and balls jiggled around in such a way that pleased his masters.
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7175c6 No.1797
>>1796Roger: "I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."
[The sound of four Women laughing and clapping their hands in approval]
Vanessa: "What do you think, girls? Do you think we should let Roger's little penis out of its prison for a short afternoon furlough program?"
The girls pretended to deliberate, but it's clear the plan was to free Roger. After all, it was Cum-Chortling day.
Svetlana: "Yes, I vant to see this spectacle!"
Kristin: "Yeah, let the loser put on a disgusting show for us!"
Monica: "His penis is like one of those prison losers on the side of the highway picking up all the trash."
Vanessa pressed forward in the couch. “Roger, I had no idea you had such an intelligent, witty sister. I guess stupidity is limited to the male side of the family. She leaned over and fondled Roger's penis for a few moments, causing Roger to take a deep breath and moan in pleasure and pain. Then, snap! Just like that, for the first time in over a month, Roger's penis was free. It celebrated its freedom by flopping back onto Roger's belly and pulsating rapidly.
Kristin: "Look at the weird shape!"
Vanessa: "Yes, it seems Roger's penis has seen better days," she said in mock sympathy.
Roger looked down and was mortified. The lower part of his shaft was so thin and white compared to the thicker, purple upper part of his shaft. The whole thing wasn't more than three inches long. It throbbed away. Slowly, under the watchful eyes of the females, it began to expand to the full four and a half inches.
Vanessa: "I think that's as good as it's going to get, girls."
Monica: "Pretty much, it's the same micro-dick I saw the day I caught him pulling his pud."
Svetlana: "How old is he? I think is done growing, no?"
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7175c6 No.1798
>>1797[Laughter]
Roger had entered the room thinking he was ready for anything, but he found himself burning with humiliation and anger. He did an outstanding job holding it in - after all, the last thing in the world he wanted to deal with was the dreaded hairbrush. But his acting job didn't work.
Kristin: "Vanessa, I think he's showing hidden signs of disrespect. Want me to correct it with the hairbrush?"
"No, that's okay, dear. Maybe Later." Vanessa stood and went to her desk, talking as she walked. "So Roger, I wanted to find the most humiliating way for you to have your precious org-spaz. That way, you'll associate orgasm with shame, which is what I've been conditioning your for all along." She returned to the couch with a pair of objects in her hand. "This is a feminine napkin," Vanessa said, tossing a large maxi pad at Roger. "Take it and position it on your belly, so the head of your retarded-looking penis is resting on it. That's it."
Vanessa held something in her other hand. "This is my magic wand." It was a long thick vibrator, about the size of a large dick. Vanessa flipped a switch and it began vibrating. "I'm going to give you a mind-blowing ejaculation, Roger," Vanessa began. "But it's going to be on my terms. And you're going to have to earn it. Spread your legs as far as they will go. I want these ladies to havetotal viewing access."
Vanessa leaned forward and began massaging the tender underside of Roger's penis with the vibrator. The base of the vibrator split his swollen nuts with visually pleasing results. Roger's entire body began quivering as he shook with pleasure. Almost immediately he felt an orgasm build inside him, but then Vanessa took the wand away and held it tantalizingly a few inches away from his penis. "You didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you?" she laughed. Roger thrust his hips forward in an attempt to make contact with the vibrator. Vanessa held it away for a while until Roger's ass collapsed back down on the floor and he groaned in frustration. "Stick your middle finger up your ass for us, Roger. See if you can find your prostate gland."
Vanessa kept Roger pent up this way, teasing him and stringing him along for 15-20 minutes. Roger began drooling. His eyes stared at a far-off place. Vanessa brought him momentarily out of his trance when she ordered him to wedge his middle finger deeper into his asshole. Then she made him lick it off and plunge it back in. The young women made comments:
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7175c6 No.1799
>>1798Svetlana: "I think he's becoming cross-eyed."
Monica: "This is the best ever. If anyone deserves this, it's Roger. Talk about being put in his place."
Kristin: "He's like part robot and part puppet!"
Roger was becoming exhausted and exasperated, but he was so horny that he couldn't stop bucking his hips forward. If only he could just get a little more friction…
Suddenly, Vanessa pressed the wand down on his balls and the lower part of his shaft. She turned the vibrator on full power and with an expert hand, slid it up until the tip made contact with the most sensitive part of Roger's penis. "Make sure you spew every last drop of your spunk onto the maxi pad. Each drop that misses is going to cost you a month in chastity."
"Yes master…aw aw AW AW AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Roger's body went completely rigid as he deposited a seemingly endless load onto the maxi pad. For a good 20 seconds, Roger literally became one with his penis, his entire being exploding like a supernova under the guidance and control of his master. He jiggled his ass back and forth, thrusting his hips blindly, while the thick spunk came gushing out of the head of his swollen penis at incredible volumes. He felt a sharp pain in his urethra as it struggled to accommodate the flood of semen. Drool came out of the side of his mouth.
The four women all had similar thoughts as the watched the spectacle unfold before them. There was something so wonderful, so erotic, so satisfying about watching this once-proud young man yield every last drop of control to gynarchical rule. All four of them felt their steamy cunts buzz with pleasure against their panties as Vanessa took Roger over the edge.
At last, Roger stopped crying out. His eyes opened a crack and he went limp, save a spasm or two that almost caused him to spill cum off the maxi pad.
"Sit up," he heard the voice of his master say. With remarkable obedience, he snapped out of his trance and sat up to find four smiling females staring down at him.
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7175c6 No.1800
>>1799As Roger sat up, Vanessa stood up. Without a word she stepped forward and used her shoe to push his penis forward and away from his body. Once she had trapped it between her shoe and the floor, she placed her full weight down, arching her back and grunting with pleasure.
Roger grunted in pain. His body was forced awkwardly forward against Vanessa's thighs.
Vanessa took great pleasure at the feeling of Roger's penile cartridge yielding beneath her foot. She would crush the maleness right out of him. This was so decisive! "Give me the maxi-pad, Roger," she said.
Roger carefully passed the maxi pad up to his master, making sure not to spill anything. Vanessa took the pad and with her other hand grabbed Roger below his chin and tilted his head upward. "Eat your filthy cum, Roger.”
Without complete resignation and total obedience, Roger placed his lips against the semen-infested maxi-pad. He slurped up the thick load (Made extra thick by weeks of sperm build-up) and felt the slimy discharge ooze down his throat. He kept slurping, fear of the sadistic women driving him to his task. He tried his hardest to reach the semen that had been largely absorbed by the pad.
Roger was still sucking almost a minute later. He hadn't heard some of the cruel remarks from the younger women (Svetlana: "What a scum sucking pig." Monica: "You mean a CUM-sucking pig." Kristin: "How about just a pig in general?"). His mind was lost in subspace, and making sure he pleased his master. The maxi-pad was dry. All the cum was back inside him now but he kept slurping and sucking with all his might.
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7175c6 No.1801
>>1800>>1800Vanessa watched him with great interest. This was one of the most enjoyable kink experiences she'd ever had. Who knew dominating Roger could be so much fun! Finally, she pulled the pad away from the obedient male slave and patted him on the head. "That's a good cum-eater," she condescended.
"Thank you, master," Roger gasped, putting his head against her leg and looking up to her like the adoring dog that he was.
The rest of the afternoon was focused on the completion of Roger's cum-eating humiliation. Vanessa and the girls sipped wine while Roger was forced to dance around the room like an idiot, bust his own balls, and slap his own ass while simultaneously pumping his penis, do "jerk-off jumping jacks, and other various self-humiliation performance art. No lubrication was provided and Roger was not permitted to use his own saliva.
While Roger performed his monkey-spanking routine under the watchful eye of his female superiors, the women got into an earnest discussion on weather he was a cum-guzzler, a cum-gobbler, a cum-chortler, or simply a cum-eater. After much debate, they concluded Roger was all of the above. Each woman took the opportunity to step down on Roger's penis as they made him suck his slimy semen from the increasingly worn maxi-pad. The most humiliating moment for Roger might have been when Svetlana stood behind and slapped his ass while ordering him to fuck his hand until he came. Because he had no lube and he had already come three times in rapid succession, Roger had to pump like mad. It took him close to ten minutes. His face turned as red as his ass. It didn't help that his little sister held the maxi-pad and belittled him verbally: "C'mon loser. You can do it."
When he shot his seed for the fourth and final time, he collapsed on the floor. Monica ordered him to sit up. Like the others she pinned his spent penis to the ground. Roger’s younger sister glared down at him triumphantly. Then, with a chuckle, she stuffed the maxi-pad partway into his mouth, which caused Roger to gag. “You know what to do. Chortle it down, loser."
Roger licked up his sperm and stared up at his smiling little sister, the girl who used to look up to him a long time ago, now confirming her superiority over him. He felt the male anger, which he thought was dead, kick in. His ego and pride welled to the service as he ate his own ejaculate, his face turning sour in protest.
Monica exchanged glances with the other women. All of them sensed Roger’s ego, still not completely destroyed, returning for one final, futile resistance.
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7175c6 No.1802
>>1801“He thinks we don’t notice,” Vanessa said, to nobody in particular.
Monica reached back and slapped him in the face. Then she did it again, and a third time for good measure. “Sit up,” she said. She looked down at his balls. Although the balls themselves were diminished in size, her brother’s scrotum presented a wonderful target. Without further adieu, she took her foot back and gave Roger a swift kick in the balls.
THUNK!
Roger emitted an epic, agonized groan as his sister’s foot crashed into his now-empty nuts. The women stood behind Monica and congratulated her for a job well done.
Roger’s face hit the floor and he brought his knees up to his chest. He cradled his scrotum in his hands and managed to whimper out a “Sorry, ma’am,” with what little breath he had in his lungs. As he spoke, Roger could still feel the thickness of his own sperm lining his esophagus, his teeth and his gums. He looked at the four sets of lovely legs and high heels, which resided above him. Roger hoped his apology might be enough to garner some leniency.
He recognized his sister’s high heels as she stood, foot together next to his face. “Kiss my feet, bitch.”
As Roger kissed away, he heard the women slapping Monica five in congratulations. Then he heard the words he feared the most.
Vanessa: “I think it’s about time this compulsive, penis pumping jackass gets a good hard ass-blistering.” She turned to Monica. “Monica, I think it would only be fitting if you had the honors.” Vanessa produced the hairbrush that seemed to come from nowhere.
Roger was already sobbing in anticipation as he went over Monica’s lap for his dreaded F/m OTK discipline. The other women instructed Monica how to properly arrange Roger’s buttocks for a severe thrashing. Monica squeezed her thighs tightly around Roger’s deflated penis and felt a rush of power go through her. Kristin showed her how to properly pin his arm back so he couldn’t move.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Even Vanessa was surprised at how hard Monica spanked. But that was nothing compared to how surprised Roger was. She spanked as hard as Kristin! Monica alternated between cheeks and taunted Roger. “This is fantastic!” she said. “I can’t wait to tell all the girls that I was right about you, Roger. It’s going to be great. In fact, I think I’m going to repeat this in the near future, but I’ll invite the whole gaggle. What do you think of that?”
Roger knew “the gaggle” was a group of seven girls Monica’s age that tended to hang out together. They were all popular, fashion-conscious young women like his sister. He felt himself begin to break down.
Vanessa reached down and grabbed Roger’s chin. “Your little sister is asking you a question, Roger. Answer her!”
“Yes ma’am! I’ll do whatever you say!” he cried.
“That’s right you will.” Monica continued. “The girls will all love it! You’ll serve us naked, and dance around for us. I’ll make you show them everything!” Allie, Suzie, and Jennifer – they’re all total size queens. They are going to laugh their asses off when they see your little secret on full display!”
After only 15 spanks, Roger began kicking his legs. The crying and sobbing happened soon thereafter. Monica was nowhere near stopping though. She had a point to make. Vanessa, Kristin, and Svetlana sat proudly on the couch enjoying the spectacle. Through tears, Roger begged her to stop.
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7175c6 No.1803
>>1802“I don’t think so,” said Monica. “Who’s the boss?” she asked.
“You are.”
“Me and all other women!” Monica said proudly, making Roger repeat her words.
Finally, Monica handed him over to Vanessa, who couldn’t resist giving him a few hard slaps with her hand. Since he was already so sore, her hand made his legs dance and the pleas commenced anew. Roger cried his eyes out. Finally, Vanessa felt the women had made their point. She released him and let him dance around the room, sobbing loudly and gingerly gripping his ass with both hands. The women all felt great pleasure at this final humiliating affirmation of their superiority.
Roger felt genuinely relieved when Vanessa locked his penis back in its sheath and put the key back in her purse.
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7175c6 No.1804
>>1803WHAP! WHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP!
Behind her desk, Vanessa Cromwell sat back, legs crossed, enjoying a familiar spectacle. Roger's deep sobs filled her office. His legs had been running in place a few minutes ago, but he was past that stage now. He lay limply in Kristin's lap, his arm twisted behind his back as Kristin completed his severe spanking. When was it ever not severe? And no matter how often he found himself over a woman’s lap these days, Roger was never adequately prepared for the pain.
In an odd paradox, despite the agonizing pain of a female-administered spanking, Roger had gotten to the point where he felt a deep-seeded need to be spanked regularly. On this day he hadn't received female discipline in nearly a week. Finally mid afternoon after completing his chores, he went to Miss Kristin and told her that he had impure thoughts about a woman he'd seen in the hallway and he needed to be punished. Kristin had smiled, and promptly taken him by the hand to Vanessa's office to honor his request.
Now, halfway through the spanking, Roger was asking himself why he would request such pain and humiliation. When he begged Kristin to stop, she laughed and told him, "You asked for it. Now you're gonna get it."
It had taken nearly the whole summer, but now Roger was totally under the control of Women. All aspects of his life were now in their hands. Vanessa had seen to it. During the day, he had Kristin, Svetlana, Maya and Vanessa supervising him. At nights, he did menial chores for them, their friends, and his sister's friends at their houses. Sometimes he was made to service them orally, though he was never granted release himself. Every single day was filled with CFNM discipline, male slavery, and an endless array of painful humiliations. Roger's entire life was now devoted to serving the Female cause.
In addition to regular spankings and constant slavery, Roger was permitted one day a month (if he behaved well enough) where his penis would be unlocked and he'd be permitted to masturbate in the most humiliating ways imaginable. The clever women never ran out of new and innovative ways to humiliate him. Roger had to confess that he'd been outsmarted and outmaneuvered by the superior gender.
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7175c6 No.1805
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!!!
With one final flurry, Kristin completed Roger's spanking. She took a look at his ass, and smiled when she confirmed that every square inch was bright red. "That will fix you," she said, placing the hairbrush back in her purse.
Roger was allowed to jump around the room and furiously rub his burning ass. Kristin and Vanessa winked at one another. They both shared a deep enjoyment of what they referred to privately as the “Post OTK penis dance of shame.” They absolutely loved watching Roger cry it out, completely oblivious to his twitching, flopping sex organ. Then, as he was trained to do, Roger kneeled in front of Kristin and profusely thanked her for the lesson in respect - as if he really needed another lesson!
Vanessa came around from the desk and stood next to Kristin. Roger looked up at the two women with total awe and recited his pledge:
"I pledge to worship the superior female gender. As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female. My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina. It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being. My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."
"What a good, well-trained male he's become," remarked Vanessa. "I owe a lot to you, Kristin. You've been wonderful."
"It's really my pleasure, Miss Cromwell," said Kristin.
Vanessa stared back down at her hapless, defeated foe. "Roger, you'll be happy to know I contacted the tri sigma sorority at your university. I told them a very bad little boy will be returning to school in a few days. The two women I spoke to, Sonya and Deanna, both said they'd be happy to hold the remote control to your penis sheath as well as your chastity key while you are at school. They both said they could use a good houseboy. I explained to them that you required constant OTK spankings and a hairbrush was the best way to get results. They told me they couldn’t wait to get your over their laps in front of the entire sorority but that they preferred to use heavy paddles that they used to use on girls during pledging."
"Thank you, master." Roger then fell to his stomach put his head next to Vanessa's feet. Kristen stepped behind him and have his balls a final stomp before leaving the room. A moment later, the high heel closest to him lifted off the floor. Roger stuck out his tongue and began furiously cleaning the underside of the shoe with long, eager strokes.
THE END
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7175c6 No.1815
huh
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7175c6 No.1816
>>1815Sorry. There was problems with this thread earlier.
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7175c6 No.1817
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7175c6 No.1821
>>1817I clicked on this thread and only one story would show up.
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7175c6 No.1825
>>1821probably accidentally clicked "last 50 posts"
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7175c6 No.1929
>>1797i've always wondered if chastity devices have the potential to cause lasting effects/damage to the penis
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7175c6 No.2387
>>1805that was great, loved the female supremacy aspect
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7175c6 No.2420
>>2387I know, I wish I knew why that idea has such a direct connection to my cock. It really really turns me on.
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7175c6 No.2472
>>2387here's another one from the same author that is very similar but includes some "forced bi" shit if you are into that. I really love this one up until it includes that part.
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7175c6 No.2473
also here is the first Book from the Regime Imperia site. This has a bunch of pretty ok stories in my opinion, nothing too special but there is a lot of it and it has some illustrations.
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7175c6 No.2846
Useful Humiliation
-Carmenica Diaz
Rose had completely shocked me with her casual announcement, so shocked I almost spilt my wine. I peered at her through my glasses and she smiled at me. 'Did I hear you right? You're going away for two weeks with your girlfriend?'
She nodded, laughing at my consternation. 'Yes, two wonderful weeks in Jamaica and I'm going to drink cocktails, eat and eat, lay on the sand and,' she winked, 'have lots of great sex with Jessica.'
I blushed at that, I had seen Jessica when she came to one of Rose's pool and she was absolutely stunning. I'd never been interested in women, but I could see the appeal.
'But,' I spluttered, 'what about Steve… your husband ?' I reminded her.
'I'm not worried about little old Steve, Tammy,' Rose winked. 'Steve does exactly what I tell him.'
I had to admit that ever since Steve's accident last Fall, he was very attentive to Rose and we all noticed it. There were times when I wished my ex-husband had been as attentive. Didn't matter now, he was long gone, the slimy bastard!
'Steve knows about Jessica?'
'I tell him every little detail and I mean every detail!' Rose winked again and smiled devilishly as she poured herself another glass of wine.
'Do you remember that accident Steve had last fall?'
'He fell off the ladder when he was cleaning the gutters, didn't he, broke his shoulder and a leg?'
'That's it except it wasn't an accident!'
I spluttered in my wine. 'You mean…'
'Yep, I sabotaged his ladder right after I found out he was fucking that slut of a secretary of his.'
'You did what!'
'Well,' Rose said defensively, 'I was pretty mad. I mean, I was pulling a lot of shifts at the hospital and he was sneaking off to bang that slut!'
'But you could have killed him!'
'Yeah, well, I didn't but when he was laid up and couldn't move for four weeks, I came up with a better idea.' She sipped her wine again and leaned forward. '…I pierced his cock.'
This time I lost it completely and spurted wine across the table. Rose grinned as I apologized and mopped it up. 'You did what?'
'I put a ring through the end of his useless pathetic little wiener and another ring under his balls, then I put a padlock through it, and bingo!'
I knew my mouth was open but I didn't believe it. Rose was a nurse and she had pierced my belly button for me but she had completely dumbfounded me with this.
'But, what did he say?'
'Oh he was a little pissed and then I pointed out the facts of life. He was going to remain locked up until I decide. If he gave me any grief, I was going to divorce him and take his business.'
'I don't believe it,' I muttered and Rose laughed.
'Believe it honey, I've got him right where I want him.'
'What about, you know, sex?'
'He gets to jerk off once a month or earlier if I'm in a good mood. I get plenty from finally being able to indulge in my own sexuality. I had no idea how repressed I actually felt until I started doing this. It's incredibly freeing.'
'He jerks off?'
'Yeah, I unlock his cock and he goes at it, then I lock it up again for another month.'
'Why doesn't he run away when you've unlocked him?'
Rose laughed nastily.' Because he's naked and chained around the neck to the pipes in our cellar and the idea of divorce scares the hell out of him. I won't unlock his cock until he's chained himself and I've checked that he's done it right.'
The picture of a naked and chained Steve popped into my head and I couldn't help but laugh softly. And then another thought occurred to me. 'Do you watch him…do it?'
Rose laughed at my flushed face. 'I used to, made it a little more humiliating for him. Now, I can't be bothered. I just leave him there and let him have fun for a few minutes.'
'I mean, how does he do it? Does he have magazines or something?'
'No way! I've banned all that stuff, he doesn't even get to see me naked. He hasn't seen a pussy for six months.' I gaped at her. 'Believe me, Tammy, when that lock comes off, he's pretty horny, it doesn't take long. When I watched him, I used to wear a short skirt and the idiot would stare at my legs while he furiously jerked off. It's really quite funny.'
'Oh my god,' I murmured, my face hot and I sipped my wine.
'His jerk-off day will occur on Friday when I'm away. Of course,' she smiled evilly, 'he wanted me to bring it forward but he hasn't been nice enough to me so I want to leave the key with you.'
'Me? I couldn't…'
'It's no problem, Tammy. He'll chain himself up, give you the key to the locks for the chain and you give him this key,' she said sliding a gold key across the table, 'and give him a minute or so. You can always stay and watch, if you like.'
Rose winked as she continued. 'He'll lock himself back up, you take the key and hide it before he gets free and dressed. It's really simple. He'll freak out when I tell him you've got the key.'
'Why's that?'
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7175c6 No.2847
>>2846'Oh, he just thinks your so prim and proper, I think he's a little afraid of you so that will make it all the more humiliating for him when he has to ask you for the key.' Rose drained her glass. 'It's really pretty simple. Have a little fun, Tammy.'
'What if he doesn't ask?'
'He might not, he might find it too humiliating but I suspect he will, he hates going a month with only one jerk off, I doubt he could last two months. My bet is, he will ask you as soon as I leave, hoping you'll let him come a few times while I'm away. If you want to, that's ok, I'm feeling magnanimous.'
Rose stood up and kissed me goodbye. 'I'll send you a postcard. Have fun, I know I will.'
Later, I stood at my kitchen window and watched Jessica drive up and greet Rose. Steve loaded their bags into the car and they drove off to their vacation. Steve stood forlornly at the front door, gazing down the street. He turned to look at my house and I stepped back so he couldn't see me. The key was lying on the table and I quickly shoved it into the sugar container, pushing it down until it was completely hidden.
I went upstairs and had a long bath, lost in thought as I soaked. When I dried myself, I put my glasses back on so I could see my naked reflection in the wall mirror. I didn't look too bad, aerobics and the light weight training I did every week was paying off. I let my fingers wander through my soft pubic hair and I gently stroked my fleshy lips as Rose's words echoed in my mind, *I've banned all that stuff, he doesn't even get to see me naked. He hasn't seen pussy for six months .*
The telephone rang and I jumped, and then grabbed it. 'Hello?'
'Tammy,' a male voice said hesitantly, 'this is Steve.'
For a moment, I panicked and then the whole absurd situation took hold of me, filling me with a feeling I had never experienced before.
'Yes?' I said coolly.
'Ah…Rose said…she told you about…you know.'
'No,' I snapped, 'I don't know. I don't read minds, you know!'
I heard a rough intake of breath and found myself smiling. My fingers slipped below the towel again and I shivered as I touched my now slightly wet pussy. 'I thought, Rose…I mean she told me that she told you…'
I brought my fingers to my nostrils and smelt myself, that thick musky perfume that I found so exciting when I was aroused. 'Get on with it, Steve!' My voice crackled with sensuality and my fingers gently traced around my throbbing pussy.
The words came in a rush and, for a moment I thought he was crying but I quickly realized it was the intense humiliation he was enduring. 'Rose said she told you about the key and she gave it to you!'
'Well, yes,' I purred, 'she did tell me about the lock on a certain piece of your anatomy. And she did give me a key, I'll try to remember where I left it.'
'Please,' he croaked, 'could I have the key?'
'I'll think about it.' I couldn't endure it any longer, slammed the phone down and collapsed on the bed, both hands caressing my burning pussy. 'Oh God!' I screamed as I came in a fierce and intense rush.
I sat at my kitchen table in my robe, sipping iced tea and trying to understand what had occurred. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm since my husband ran off with that slut from the dry-cleaners. Pete was a complete jerk but he had been excellent in bed. My only criticism was that he hated oral and never went down on me. I couldn't make him and as I didn't like sucking him, it seemed a fair trade.
Although, I used to fantasize about a man licking me, teasing me with his tongue until I came.
Slowly, I made up my mind and dressed in a black lace bra and panty set. I looked at myself and suddenly wished I had contacts instead of glasses but it was too late for that. Maybe , I thought, the glasses will make me look more in control. What did Rose say? *He just thinks your so prim and proper, I think he's a little afraid of you*
I looked through my wardrobe and pulled out a short black cocktail dress, it was about four inches above the knee, low cut and clingy. Pete used to ask me to wear it but I always felt self conscious in it. I tossed it on the bed and rummaged through my underwear drawer for my black suspender belt, remembering more of Rose's words, when I watched him, I used to wear a short skirt and the idiot would stare at my legs while he jerked off. It's really quite funny
The suspender belt was almost brand new, I think I had only worn it on the honeymoon and I searched through the tangled bundle of pantyhose and stockings for black stockings, hopefully they wouldn't be laddered.
Dressed to my satisfaction and drenched in my sexiest perfume, I made myself a stiff drink and took one mouthful before I dialled the number.
'Hello?' Steve answered tentatively.
'You have two minutes to get over here!' I snapped, hanging up and then downing the remainder of my drink.
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7175c6 No.2848
>>2847The doorbell rang in less than two minutes but I let him wait and extra five before I opened it. 'Tammy…' he stuttered.
'Shut up!' I snapped and turned back into my living room and he nervously followed. 'Shut the door!'
I arranged myself on the sofa, crossing my legs and his eyes fell to the sheer nylons and I smiled. He couldn't tear his eyes away and I thought I saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. The realisation that it must hurt him when his cock tried to get hard, made me shiver and I knew my panties were becoming wet.
'So, Rose has locked your cock up while she fucks that pretty slut?'
Steve's eyes bulged at my words and tried to stammer a reply, I didn't bother to listen. 'Shut up, Steve,' I said in a bored tone although I definitely wasn't bored and I uncrossed and crossed my legs again. Instantly, I was rewarded with that dull expression of pain over his round face and I squirmed a little on the sofa.
'I understand Rose allows you to jerk yourself off once a month?' He nodded frantically. 'That's interesting,' I sneered, 'but I have no interest in allowing you to do so.' His face when white and his mouth fell open. 'Why should I? Your wife asked me to look after the key, she didn't ask me to let you jerk off,' I said. It wasn't strictly true but it also wasn't strictly a lie, just manipulation of the facts.
'But Tammy,' he whined.
'I mean, what's in it for me?' I stared at him coldly. 'What's my benefit in this?'
'What do you want?' he stammered. 'I'll do anything…'
'Will you?' I instantly pounced. 'You'll do anything?'
He nodded and I smiled as he murmured, 'Anything. You just have to ask…'
'Ask? I think you mean I tell you what I want. Isn't that right?'
'Yes,' he muttered, head down, 'that's right.'
'Good and what I want is orgasms, Steve, nice juicy orgasms. Let me see,' I said, pretending to think while I uncrossed my legs, tugged my skirt down a little but, in fact made it shift up so the tops of my stockings were visible. There it was , I thought with glee, that flicker of pain. It must really hurt the poor schmuck! God, if I see it again, I think I'll come just be squeezing my thighs together!
'I think I should have at least five orgasms before you get one. Sounds fair to me, does it sound fair to you, Steve?'
'Yes,' he quickly mumbled, 'yes, that's fair.
'You give me five and I'll let you jerk off to your hearts content. The quicker I get my five, the quicker you get to feel your pathetic little cock.'
His eyes bulged at that as he quickly figured this might not be a bad deal for him after all. Rose did say she was feeling magnanimous.
'Ok,' he said slowly, 'but how will I give you these…'
'Use your intelligence, Steve,' I sneered. 'Your tongue, baby, surely you've gone down a woman before?'
He flushed and I guessed he hadn't really enjoyed it, well, too bad, he was about to get a lot of practise. 'Of course, but…'
'Get down on your knees, boy,' I said, pointing at the carpet in front of me. He did so slowly and looked up at me. 'Now, I said, producing a silk scarf, 'I'm going to blindfold you. Rose said you weren't allowed to see pussy but she didn't say anything about tasting pussy!' I laughed softly as I made the blindfold fast, then lifted my skirt and shucked my panties down.
Devilishly, I rubbed my wet panties over his nose. 'Get used to that scent,' and laid back. 'I'm ready, baby,' I purred.
Steve lowered his face towards my pussy and I could feel myself getting soaked. I wondered how I must smell to him… I was a previously self-conscious about the my arousal but now it didn't matter at all. If he didn't like it, tough!
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7175c6 No.2849
>>2848'Oh,' I moaned softly as his tongue drifted over my outer lips. 'Take your time,' I whispered, 'we have all night.'
His movements were jerky and a little rough, almost as if he wanted to get the whole experience over with.
I knew he couldn't see anything but I was sure he could smell me - I could, I was so ripe, so hot! Would I really make him give me five orgasms , I wondered as I floated away on the tip pf his tongue, would I?
'Slow down, Stevie,' I whispered, 'nice and slow, tease me a little.'
The feeling was superb! Not just the soft feel of his tongue against my clit but the fact I could just lie back and enjoy it, didn't have to worry if he was enjoying and, what's more I didn't have to reciprocate! This must be heaven, I thought, sheer heaven !
His face showed a brief flicker of pain and I guiltily wondered if he was finding my juices so distasteful and then I realised it was the pain of his locked cock swelling as he tasted me! That realisation made me feel even better, if that were possible and I parted my thighs even more and slipped my fingers into his curly hair, pulling his face closer into me, swimming in sensual bliss for twenty minutes or so.
'A little faster,' I moaned and I allowed myself to be swept up into the sensual and illicit nature of it, the taboo and the power. Next time , I moaned to myself, I'd get him to do it in front of a mirror so I can see. Next time? Am I sure? But, it feels so fucking sweet!
I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his tongue working furiously and little beads of perspiration dripping from under the blindfold. He was really working hard, he must really want that orgasm but I have to get four more!
That thought, combined with his tongue and the unreal situation of urgent and controlled sex sent me spiralling over the edge. Fingers locked into his hair, I pulled his face close, rubbing against him as I crashed through, as I erupted and for one moment I thought I saw stars.
Sheepishly, I pushed him away as he had kept licking and nibbling after I had finally come down from the shooting pleasure and I always become sensitive. Steve sat back on his haunches and I quickly looked around for my underwear, scooped them up and shimmied into the panties urgently, smoothing my skirt down over them.
I almost ran to my bedroom, shouting over my shoulder, 'you know the way out! Get out!' There was no way I wanted to face him yet, no way I wanted him to see me after I had just orgasmed, I didn't think I could stand the embarrassment.
Peeking around the curtains, I saw him walking across the lawn to his house and opening his front door.
I made a light supper, constantly thinking about what had happened. What was I thinking , I berated myself, how could I do that ? But , a sexy little voice inside my head pointed out, have you cum like that before?
When I put the lights out, I wondered what Steve was doing over in his house and I peeked through the window. The lights were on and I guessed he was watching television.
At night I slept like a baby, slept too much. The first thing I did was peek through the curtains and saw Steve walking to his carport. Moments later, I saw him drive off to work in his truck, his face turned towards my house as he drove past and I shrank back.
I showered quickly, dressed and, already late for work, drove crazily to the large building that housed the call centre I worked in. I was a Team Leader to a group of nine operatives and we handled customer service complaints for a giant software company. As I only worked part time, the shifts weren't that long but I was always glad to get out of the place.
For the entire shift, I thought of nothing but what had occurred the night before and by the time I pulled into my garage, I knew I had to have another go. What did it matter what he thought , I rationalized, what did I care what he thought? He's the one with a padlock on his cock!
I did a little housework, constantly peering through the curtains to see if Steve's pick up was in his carport and as I was getting the washing ready, I blushed when I picked up the panties I had worn yesterday, remembering how I had rubbed them on his face.
The washing machine was jumping around, the floors sparkled and the kitchen looked like no one had ever lived here and I was hot, so hot, I suddenly decided to have a swim. After all , I reasoned, Rose has always said for me to come over and use their pool anytime.
I felt that illicit sexual feeling sweep over me again and a sudden image of Steve, blindfolded with his mouth on me 'down there' made me flush and I felt arousal building.
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7175c6 No.2850
Stripping my clothes off, I had a quick shower, shaved my legs and underarms and, as I rubbed moisturiser into my legs, I wondered what swimsuit I would wear?
Deep down, I knew I had all ready made the decision, a white low cut one piece with a gold diagonal strip from right breast to left hip. It was high cut so I gave myself just a little trim but kept cutting and cutting as I remembered Steve's tongue and how I had pulled his face into me. God, I was getting wet all ready and I stared down at my vastly trimmed groin, my clit was almost wetly visible.
Parading in front of the mirror in the swimsuit, I thought I looked ok. To him , I told myself, I probably look like a goddess; it's been so long for the poor schmuck, even though I'll have to wear my glasses!
I rummaged through the drawers and found a pair of gold earrings and slipped them in. After making my face up and styling my shoulder length hair, I was ready.
Taking a deep breath, I wrapped a blue sarong around my waist, slipped on a pair of gold sandals and tried to saunter sexily over to Rose's house. It's not easy to saunter in sandals and a swimsuit and I had a sudden respect for all those models that make it look so easy.
I dropped the sarong on a white lounge and slipped into the pool for a minute, careful of my hair and face, then laid down on my back on the lounge, sunglasses on and waited for Steve to get home.
When his car pulled in, I was dozing comfortably in the sun, feeling warm and sensual – in fact, downright sexy!
'Ah…Tammy?'
'Hi there, Stevie,' I said throatily, enjoying his expression as he stared at me. 'I'm feeling thirsty.'
'Would you like a drink?' he asked quickly. 'You like bourbon, right?'
'Sounds good,' I said, airily waving him away and I squeezed my thighs together at the sight of him almost running to the house to get me a drink.
He returned dressed in swim shorts with the drink, ice tinkling in the glass and I took it from him, smiling and one arm behind my head. 'Thanks.' I looked over the top of my sunglasses at his crotch. 'How's it going?'
'Well, you know…'
'Well, I don't,' I said with a smile and sipped my drink.
Steve shifted uncomfortably and then sat on the end of the lounge. 'Can we talk?'
'Aren't we?' I said teasingly.
'"Did you mean it about, five…well, you know…'
Feeling bold, I smiled and said, 'can't you say orgasms, Steve?'
'Sure,' he said, red faced, 'but I was thinking, maybe we could change the way…you know,' he stammered.
'You don't like the way you did it?' I asked coolly. You don't like going down on me , I felt like saying, you don't like it ?
'I was thinking,' he said and then looked right at me, 'that maybe I could just fuck you.'
I laughed. 'It'd be over in five seconds – I don't think so.'
'But we could wait, I could go a second time and then I could really fuck you…'
'So you get to come twice? Nice try, buster!'
'But…'
'Steve,' I said coldly, 'I don't want to!'
'But five?' he whined and I grinned maliciously but thought, I was a little tender, what would I feel like after five?
'What else can you offer?'
He looked around in desperation. 'Massages? I could clean your car? I…'
'Massages? You any good?'
'Rose used to think so.'
I ignored his hangdog look and rolled over. 'Let's see. You can rub the sun oil in and massage me at the same time.'
He was pretty good, I had to give him that and I was feeling pretty good as well as lazy and sensual. I had to admit it was good to feel the strong hands of a man touching, it had been a long time. 'I can't stand it,' he moaned and I turned around to look up at him, his face contorted with pain.
'Can't stand touching me? I coldly demanded.
'You don't understand,' he moaned, 'it hurts when I get…you know.'
I turned over. 'Let me see it,' I said softly.
His eyes widened. 'But…'
'Drop the shorts, Steve,' I snapped, 'or I'll make it fifty before you get to touch it!' His eyes fell and he started tugging at his shorts. Damn, it felt good to order him around, I admitted to myself, it was great he had no choice!
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7175c6 No.2851
>>2850>>2850He looked nervously around but the yard was enclosed with a high fence and he pulled the shorts down to his ankles. I exchanged my sunglasses for my usual glasses and examined him. There was a plastic tube around his penis and was a gold ring through his cock head and joined another ring under his testicles with a gold padlock. This caused his cock to be stretched tightly against his balls and pointing downwards and would make touching it impossible.
I shook my head, Rose was an evil woman.
'So it hurts when it tries to get hard?' I asked, staring at his cock. It's been so long since I've seen one, felt one.
'Like the devil,' he moaned.
I stood up quickly, grabbed my sarong and sunglasses. 'Let's go into the house.' He stooped to pick up his shorts. 'Leave them, I like you naked.'
Imperiously, I dropped the sarong on the sofa, a white leather one I had always thought was a little tacky but, 'tacky' does, I'm afraid, does describe Rose's taste.
The main bedroom was all white, I'd seen the queen size bed when Rose had bought it and the walk in wardrobes had floor to ceiling mirrors that reflected the room. Perfect , I thought, just perfect .
Steve shuffled in, hands hovering in front of his groin and I noticed he was red in the face. 'Where do you sleep now?'
'In the spare bedroom,' he mumbled.
'So Rose fucks in here?' I said nastily and he flinched.
'Suppose so.'
'Here's the deal, Steve. I'm going to lie on that bed, get really comfortable and you're going to kneel there. If you give me what I want, I'll adjust the count.'
'To what?' he asked quickly and I smiled.
'Let's say, if you deliver, you may only have to deliver one more time after that.' I suppose I could have given him what he wanted after I came but I liked the control I had, the way he did what I wanted. Knowing men, I guessed the moment he came, he would lose interest in doing anything for me, anything at all.
He nodded and slowly walked forward. 'Not so fast,' I said, 'you have to be blindfolded. Rose said you weren't allowed to see so get something for a blindfold.' The truth was, I wasn't ready for him to see me naked. It's always difficult getting naked in front of a guy the first time and even in these weird circumstances, I wasn't ready to let him look. Plus for now, I liked the contrast between him not seeing me and me inspecting him.
Steve opened the wardrobe and started to listlessly look through clothes. 'For god sakes, let me!'
I pushed him out of the way and started going through drawers and laughed softly when I found Rose's vibrator in a sock in her underwear drawer. Pushing it aside, I rummaged through the drawer and found a pair of full control panties in black and a black scarf with a fringe.
'This will do.' He started to kneel on the carpet and I said, 'put a pillow down, you can kneel on that.' When he was down, I snapped the panties over his head and pulled them down over his eyes and then wrapped the scarf over them, tying it firmly. 'Can you see?' He shook his head and I stood up and peeled my swimsuit down and off. I stared at our reflections in the mirror – a naked blindfolded man on his knees, waiting to service me and I was instantly wet from the sight.
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7175c6 No.2852
>>2851Naked, I lay back on the bed in front of him, legs parted. I could smell myself so I was sure he could. 'Ok, Stevie,' I whispered, 'come find me.'
He leaned forward and I sighed when his tentative tongue made first contact. After ten minutes, I was really flying and I opened my eyes to watch in the mirror. The sight of his naked back with muscles rippling slightly as he licked and my naked legs obscenely spread around his blindfolded face made me moan again and louder.
Another twenty minutes; my head moved back and I turned to one side as his tongue caressed my clit. 'Oooo…' I purred, 'you're getting pretty good at this.'
My fingers locked around his head, feeling the silk of the scarf and the tight panties as I pulled him closer and deeper into me. His tongue slid in and out of me and then tickled my inner thighs. 'Stop teasing,' I whispered, 'you know what I want.'
My eyes flickered open and I gasped at the sight in the mirror, my fingers pulling his head in, the urgency of my thrusting into his face and the look on my face was pure animal lust. That's what I look like , I realised, that's what I look like as I'm about to cum ! I'm about to cum! I'm about to fucking…
I arched back into the bed, pulling his face hard into me as I screamed, my entire body vibrating and plusing with the pleasure that rippled through me. For a moment, I thought I would die from it!
Gently, I pushed him away and his fingers went to his blindfold. 'No,' I said hurriedly, 'wait!' I slid off the bed and pulled my swimsuit up, snapping the straps down. My face was flushed and my hair completely tousled, the goddess had vanished and was replaced by a woman who looked like she had just had wild sex. I grinned at that and nodded to myself, I suppose I have .
I stripped the blindfold and panties off and he looked up at me with pleading eyes. 'Tammy,' he said brokenly, 'please? Please let me, it's hell; you have no idea what it's like. When I'm tasting your sweet pussy, I'm in constant pain.'
Sweet pussy , I pondered, he said sweet pussy? He likes it? ' 'No, I don't have any idea. In case you haven't noticed, I don't have a cock.'
I turned to flounce out of the room when his broken and sobbing voice held me. 'Please Tammy, I'll do anything if you let me, anything.'
He looks like he's about to cry , I thought, he really wants it.
I don't know what it was, perhaps the look on his face or the urge to get back to my place, get out of the swimsuit and slip into a warm bath to ease my now sensitive pussy but I relented. Guess I'm not cut out to be a hardhearted dominatrix.
'Wash my car and clean it out, I want to see it sparkle and then I want you to cook dinner for me. No frozen dinner, a real dinner and if the car glows and the food is good enough, I just might let you.'
'Yes ma'am,' he said with an eager grin.
I watched him washing my car through the window as I waited for the bath to run. It's not bad , I pointed out to myself, having a man at your beck and call, is it? I gingerly lowered myself into the bath and leaned back. Yes, it's not bad at all, quite useful in fact . I wonder what's for dinner?
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7175c6 No.2853
>>2852I watched him washing my car through the window as I waited for the bath to run. It's not bad , I pointed out to myself, having a man at your beck and call, is it? I gingerly lowered myself into the bath and leaned back. Yes, it's not bad at all, quite useful in fact . I wonder what's for dinner?
What to wear, what to wear , I thought as, wrapped in a towel, I studied the racks of my clothes, what do I wear for dinner with a man whose cock I control?
First things first, I spilled the contents of my underwear drawer onto my bed and looked through it. What does it matter , I told myself, he's not going to see it, is he ?
Wrapped in soft paper at the bottom of another drawer was a bra and panty set I had spent an excessive amount of money on when I was trying to convince my ex-husband I was sexy. It was in a delicate peach colour, the panties soft and silky with an embroidered design in chocolate lace over the crotch that was repeated on the bra cups. The bra also gave me a little extra help and my cleavage looked great, although it was a little tight and was uncomfortable for long periods.
The set came with a small suspender belt in the same colour and lace design and I slid a pair of suntan stockings up and connected the stocking tops to the suspenders.
I twisted and turned, examining myself in the mirror and gave myself a thumbs up – I looked pretty sexy and it was amazing how my confidence had increased in a such a short time.
Taking my time, I did my face and hair, added dabs of perfume to strategic areas over my body and then stepped into my dress; it was a layered georgette dress with a low neckline and gathered under the bust. I loved the colour; it's not exactly white but is called ice and I loved the feel of it as I moved. It was a dress I had bought sometime ago and I always felt a little self-conscious in it but now I felt positively gorgeous, even with glasses!
Stepping into my party shoes, jewelled heels in silver, I sprayed a cloud of perfume, walked through it and I was ready. Ready for what , a cautious voice asked , ready for what exactly ? Ready for dinner, of course .
Of course, I made a big thing of inspecting the car, guessing he was watching. It positively shone in side and out; I could see my face reflected in the hood so I was pleased with Steve's efforts.
Steve was hovering around the open door and I sailed past, noting he had changed into a white casual shirt and black pants. He even smelt good and I guessed he also spent time in the bathroom.
'What's for dinner, Steve?' I asked throatily, enjoying the look in his eyes as he looked me up and down and then grimaced. I chuckled, knowing he was trying to get hard and I felt great!
'I have some fish and I'll grill it on the barbeque. If that's ok?' he asked quickly.
'Sounds dreamy,' I said, walking into the dining room, saw he had set the table and had even lit candles. 'Very nice, are you trying to seduce me, Stevie?'
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7175c6 No.2854
>>2853'Uh, well…what you said.'
'I'm kidding,' I smiled and brushed past him, grinning at the expression of pain that flickered over his face as I did. A bowl of garden salad sat in the centre of the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 'Why don't you cook the fish?' I said, pouring some wine and he vanished to the patio.
'I could really get used to this,' I said softly, sipping the wine while checking the cutlery for marks.
The fish didn't take long and Steve hovered as he slid a piece on the plate. The eager expression on his face and his willingness to make me happy was a real turn on.
He served himself and watched me anxiously as I cut a piece and chewed it. 'Very nice,' I said at last and he sighed in relief, picking up his knife and fork when I was struck by a devilish thought. 'Why don't you get comfortable,' I said sweetly, 'and take your clothes off?'
For a moment I thought he was going to argue but thought better off it and immediately stripped naked. I smiled at the gold padlock glittering in the candlelight and squeezed my thighs together. This feels so good , I thought, smiling at the naked man on the other side of the table, I might have to use his mouth again.
I sipped the wine and then ate silently while Steve, red faced, picked at his food. 'Are you looking forward to jerking off?' I asked, making conversation.
'Yes,' he mumbled, face bright red.
'How does Rose organize it?' I remembered what she had told me but I thought I'd check and I did like the humiliation on his face.
'I chain myself in the cellar,' he mumbled. 'I lock a chain around my neck and through the furnace pipes. Rose makes sure it's locked and then gives me the key to this,' he said, gesturing at his cock.
I picked up my wine, stood up and started walking to the living room. 'Why don't you clean up?'
When he came to the living room, I was seated on the tacky sofa and his eyes were drawn to my crossed legs, that familiar painful expression flickering over his face. I felt just a little horny and so powerful to have this naked man jumping at my every whim.
I pointed at the fireplace and at the heavy metal rings on the grate. 'That looks sturdy,' I said and his face followed my finger.
'Yes, it's embedded in the concrete.'
'Good,' I said, 'why don't you chain yourself there?'
'There?'
'Why not?' I said sweetly. 'I'm going to watch and I don't like the idea of your cellar, probably has spiders and thingies.'
'You're going to watch?' His mouth hung open and his face was the brightest red so far.
'What are you waiting for? Hurry up or I might change my mind.'
He scurried away at that and I smiled as his naked ass disappeared out the door. Moments later he was back with a length of chain and two padlocks and he locked one end of the chain around his neck, the other through the heavy ring on the grate.
I stood up, took the keys from him and walked to the door, feeling his eyes on me every step of the way. 'I'll get the key,' I said, posing in the doorway, 'don't go away.'
The thought of a naked man chained and waiting on me was too much and the moment I got inside my door, I lifted the hem of my dress and slipped my fingers into my panties. 'Just as I thought,' I murmured, 'wet, really wet!'
I went to the bathroom, freshened up and then retrieved the key from the sugar, leaving the other keys on the bench top. He was kneeling by the grate, waiting and his head jerked up when I entered. Smiling, I sat on the sofa, crossed my legs and showed him the key. 'Do you want it?' I asked throatily.
'Yes, please,' he pleaded and I tossed him the key, laughing as he scrambled to catch it.
'Unlock it but don't touch it,' I warned and he nodded as he concentrated on unlocking the padlock. With a sigh, he slid the padlock out of the rings, placed it on the carpet, pulled off the tube gingerly and squatted back on his haunches, his now free cock stirring.
I watched his cock get hard and pulse. It wasn't huge but it wasn't small either but it had been a while since I saw a cock, let alone feel one. 'How does that feel?' I murmured.
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7175c6 No.2855
>>2854'Great,' he said, eyes lowered.
'What do you think about when you…you know…do it?'
Steve looked away, face red and cock hard. 'Girls…things…you.'
'Me?' I was astounded but flattered to think of him picturing me while he jerked off in that cellar. Suddenly, I felt a little sorry for him.
He turned back. 'I've always thought you were sexy, so in control but sexy. That husband of yours was a jerk.'
'Ex-husband,' I automatically corrected him. Steve smiled shyly and I saw his cock twitch, maybe that helped me make up my mind. 'I'll be your pin-up,' I said shakily. Standing up, I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it.
The look on his face made me flush. His face was almost contorted, eyes wide as he stared at me in my lingerie and stockings. I wondered if he could tell my panties were soaked and I put my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts out and posed against the sofa. Shit , I remembered, I've still got my glasses on !
Suddenly, he groaned, bent over and I saw his cock jerking wildly as he came, cum spurting from his cock onto the carpet. I couldn't believe it! He came, I realised, from watching me, just seeing me, without touching it !
Steve looked at the puddle on the carpet and then looked up at me. 'I couldn't help it,' he muttered, 'just seeing you…'
I walked past him to the kitchen and ripped some paper towels off the roll. Should I be flattered he came from looking at me , I wondered, or disappointed? When I saw his muscular naked body I knew I should be flattered. "Here, wipe it up,' I said, dropping the paper towels next to him and sitting back down on the sofa. I didn't bother getting back into my dress and picked up my glass of wine. I took a sip and watched him mopping up the mess from the carpet. 'I suppose I'll have to wait another month before I get to see you jerk off.'
The look on his face was priceless and I burst out laughing. Putting my wineglass down, I lay back on the sofa and gently patted my panties. 'Come here,' I whispered and he eagerly crawled over. 'You know what to do.'
'But…the blindfold?' he asked, eyes glued to my panties.
'Fuck the blindfold,' I murmured and watched as his trembling fingers gently slipped my panties down.
As I lifted my hips for him, I saw his eyes focussed widely on my wet pussy. 'Beautiful,' he said softly and dove right in.
He licked me with a passion for twenty minutes or so, never once giving up on me, just kept at it, and I was soon panting, pulling his face tightly in.
It was too much and I pushed him back. 'Are you fucking hard yet?' I hissed and he blinked, my juices smeared across his mouth. I looked down and his cock was red and hard, bobbing almost like a missile that was heading towards a target.
I pulled a condom from my purse, threw it to him and he eagerly ripped the packet. There's something deeply arousing about watching a man roll a condom onto his hard cock.
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7175c6 No.2856
>>2855Throwing cushions on the carpet, I unsnapped my bra and lay down in just my stockings and suspender belt. I reached up to take my glasses off when he said, 'No…I mean…can you leave them on? You're just so sexy in them.'
I shrugged, inwardly pleased and smiled as I parted my legs. 'Get down here and fuck me, lover.' He slid into me and I gripped his hard shoulders with one hand, holding his chain with the other, rubbing against him. He pulled my head back to kiss me, tongue pushing deep into my mouth as his cock moved inside me. 'Don't fucking cum until I do,' I whispered in his ear as he increased the tempo.
'Yes, ma'am,' he whispered back.
It was a short but furious fuck, it wasn't making love, it had been too long for both of us and we fucked wildly around the living room floor. His chain was long enough to enable us to try out a few positions until I rolled him over and sat on top, moving against him, playing with my nipples until I came with a deep rush.
Steve then rolled me over and pummelled me, pushing deep inside me, rocking and gripping me tightly. I held his rock hard arms moving with him until he stiffened and groaned as he came.
I watched him as he dozed on the carpet and figured he would instantly lose interest. His eyes flickered open as I was looking around for my clothes. 'Thanks, Tammy,' he said quietly.
'No problem,' I said coolly, snapping my bra strap together, adjusting my breasts in the cups.
'That was sensational.' He looked around and picked up the padlock. 'I should wash before I put this back on.'
I looked at him and he looked at me. God , I thought, is his cock stirring already from looking at me? I snapped my panties around my hips and walked to the bathroom, returning with a damp face cloth .
He wiped his cock while I watched and then held the padlock up. 'Do you want me to put it back on?'
Did I , I wondered, did I want his cock locked up ? I thought of the past forty-eight hours, the orgasms, the sense of power and that glorious fucking. And the fact he did what I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted it. 'Yes,' I said coldly, 'I want you to put it back on.'
The padlock snapped shut and I slipped into my dress. 'I'll get the other keys,' I said, picking up the key to the padlock.
'Tammy,' Steve called hesitantly, 'do you want to stay the night? It's just that…it's good to share a bed…I mean.'
'I'll think about it.' I walked into the night, the breeze rippling my dress and was deep in thought all the way home. I was still thinking when I put the padlock key back into the sugar and then returned after a few minutes with the keys to his chain.
'Here.'
'Thanks.'
When he finally stood up, I noticed a red mark around his throat. 'You must have locked the chain too tight, there's a mark.'
He shrugged. 'It was worth it.'
I looked down and his big bare feet. 'You can stay the night at my place,' I said softly, 'if you want to.'
'Are you kidding! I would love to!'
'I'm going to have a shower; I suggest you do as well. Come up to the bedroom when you're ready.'
I hurriedly walked home and took a quick shower, changed into a sheer white baby doll set and was sliding into the bed when he appeared in the doorway.
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7175c6 No.2857
>>2856'Come on in,' I patted the bed.
'I locked everything up,' he said as he took his clothes off and slid naked into the bed. He studied me and I smiled sweetly at him. 'You are beautiful,' he murmured.
'Thank you.' I think , I thought, he really means it .
'How many…you know…'
Will you just say orgasm!'
'How many orgasms do you want before I…'
'I'll have to think about it, depends how well you keep up the good work,' I smiled and put my glasses on the bedside table.
I switched off the light and snuggled down and Steve rolled close, his big body pushing against me, arms moving around me. 'What about Rose?' he whispered.
'I'll think about that too, we have two weeks to figure it out.' I snuggled against him, pushing my bottom against him and he groaned softly. 'What's the matter?'
'It hurts when I try to get hard.'
I cuddled the pillow and smirked. 'Good,' I said sleepily, already dreaming about how I would like to start the day tomorrow. Perhaps a naked swim in the pool, I wonder how long Steve can hold his breath ? I wonder what else I could do with him? 'Goodnight, Steve.'
'Goodnight, Tammy.'
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