Adele and Gerry. By Allexcited69...diairies of a tortured soul ...en 3 parties (short story)
(RandyAndy 123 is allexcited69)

Warning: this short story entails nudity, graphic language, fetichism and topics of sexual content of the non vanilla variety.All names and places are fictitious. The story is authored by Allexcited69, pseudonym for its author and all reproduction is prohibited without the express agreement of its author.

It was a cold winter morning of December 2017 that Adele finally decided that she'd had enough. She couldn't take it anymore. Her husband Gerry had come in the middle of the night smelling of alcohol and perfume.

Adele had always been loyal and conservative in her approach with her husband. However lately, Adele had attended a conference in Los Angeles that dealt with self actualization and self empowerment and it got her thinking that her ways were obsolete given these modern times. .

A subgroup within this conference were ardent militant feminists that were pushing for drastic changes in legislation concerning the rights and privileges bestowed to men, In their eyes, men were nothing but selfish animals with no self-control and their position in society was still hindering female empowerment.With their strong egos, most men had refused to be coached and their interpersonal relationships with women had greatly deteriorated after they had been evicted from the labor market. Corporations preferred to hire the more docile, better educated and more coachable women that had increasingly become the breadwinners. Most men stayed at home minding the house.

Often frustrated sexually because of their boyfriend or husbands' inattention, a cottage industry of spas had emerged. In those spas, women were massaged, bathed and pampered. Women entrepreneurs had recognized the potential caused by the predicament of these women and had set up the Enlightened Women's Conference, a think group of like-minded women willing to take bold steps to change society, their relationship to men, a help line for women and had convinced legislators of the need for retraining facilities for men.

Many men had fallen into self abuse and drug addiction, wasting their time jerking off or smoking pot ever since it had been legalized. Men were still mentally wired by centuries of wars and trauma to suffer, to sacrifice and to deny their self worth. Women and their conquest was the only redeeming element in their psyche and when their relationship with women deteriorated, they fell into addiction or compulsive behaviors like gambling, internet porn, self abuse and drugs.

Most ordinary women were simply not equipped to deal with this and lacked the time and resources to deal with this.The enlightened group of feminist activists had examined this problem in great depth calling on anthroplogists, behavioural experts, including preachers, psy-ops military personnel, hypnotherapists and coaching luminaries.

The overwhelming conclusion was that to solve this problem, one had to work back from the desired results of any such program. Working from results was the new mantra of the enlightened and empowered women. You visualize the desired result like your husband cleaning the house and the universe manifested it for you. Some steps were required to encourage men but it was all in the realm of possibility and all things are created twice in this universe; once when you visualize it and once when this finally occurs through bold steps that sometimes involved some risk and stepping outside one's confort zone. The greatness of women was held back by what they saw as lazy and ungrateful men who didn't contribute to their success and had become useless.

Many women wanted to have a docile man around that could service them orally, clean their house and provide them with the safety of his company. Safety for the woman had been defined as safety from unwanted sex, obedience by the man, safety from burglary and home invasion, and the psychological assurance that she could also copulate with other lovers, both men and women, with the assistance and willing agreement of her ex-husband or slave-maid. In their view, men had to be trained and feminized, conditionned to finally accept the authority of women.

Like with some fish that undergo changes in their sex in mid-life for survival reasons, it seemed like a no brainer that now men, rendered useless and obsolete, were better off living as sissies, as beta males in support and service of their alpha female Mistresses, often their ex-wifes. The transition from husband to sissy slave was ardouous and required some coaching to bridge the gap between where they were, standing up, and were you wanted them, under your heel.

According to the new law, the term ''husband'' was to be banished from the vocabulary because it presumed that the man still had some type of right or privilege over them and the historic domination of women by men, or any allusion thereof, had to be terminated once and for all.

Even though most men had now been made more docile, the term husband was an inconvenient and unacceptable reminder to women of past exploitation of women by men and it made them feel guilty when they wished to have affairs.

The new economic and social status of women no longer warranted the type of equality in a relationship to which some men had grown accustomed to for no good reason. The enlightened women's conference (EWC) had set up new guidelines that severely curtailed men's role, status and autonomy in society.

The guidelines were to be passed into law soon by President Hilary Ridethem. Also, there were too many stray unemployed men roaming the streets. Men were also to be tagged, chipped with gps, numbered and if desired and preferably collared at all times, they could keep a female pronoun or Female Nicks like Messy, Roxy, Milly, Sissy, Becky,Juicy, Susy, and Flusy were the most popular and met the guideline criteria. The more elegant and graceful names like Catherine, Elisabeth, Mary, Rebecca, Liberty were reserved for the women in power, usually better schooled than men.

Most women now were expected and requested to call the 911 help line handled by a group of dedicated experts in female Domination. They could give advice over Skype or show up in person to assist, train, drug, subdue or transport the offending male.They could call in to report a male that was untagged or uncollared and mobile units were dispatched to locate and recover them.

The collars allowed the Mistresses to limit the movements of their slave. Usually, they were set to keep all men at waist level or below and within a radius of 10 meters of the home. When the male attempted to stand up, or to go beyond the 10 metres, an ultra-sound or electrical buzz on his genitals reminded him of his station in life.

The campaign to empower women had been very successful and had been largely unknown to men who no longer read the serious papers not dealing with the man-issues of sports, gambling, household maintenance or sex idolatry. They had also been banned from watching TV or listening to radio except as a special reward for good behaviour.

Men were now increasingly expected to dress as Female Maids and to be held in Chastity . Most men seemed to collaborate but some were beyond their wive's help and they had to be transported to retraining camps in the Caribbean by an elite group of female officers.

The story described here deals with such a case.

After Adele had lodged her call to the help line, assessment officers were deployed to her home. Gerry was still inebriated and evidence had to be gathered right away to assist the Female in her swift divorce proceedings. They arrived at the scene with an ambulance and brought the stretcher to Adele's apartment. They took pictures, documented the women's mistreatment, gathered microscopic DNA samples, a deposition from the wife, took breathalyzer tests and blood samples from the offending male. A case number was issued. Once a case number had been issued, the rest fell into place quite quickly.

The man was stripped naked and one of the female officers took measurements of his physionomy. Body scans of the male would be done at the retraining facility but certain dimensions were required for immediate intervention and equipment design. Sometimes, a man was put into a Humbler device that assured his position on all fours as well as a collar that emitted radio frequency signals, shocks or messages to instill a new sense of powerlessness and conditionning.But generally, this was only an interim measure pending judgment which took about two days to obtain at most.

Justice was now very efficient because the long delays caused by male attorneys was a thing of the past. Most judges were female and had lots of compassion for a wife's predicament and the law provided a new remedy to speed a man's integration into this female-led society.

Audio plugs held by lobe piercings for in situ conditionning were installed with efficiency by the officers. Frenum piercings, nipple piercings or tattoes or branding of the case number were also done by the female mobile intervention units. Prior to any transport, the man, referred to as the case, had to be prepped.

The unit would lube him up, then insert an enema of warm soapy water with a mild hallucinogenic, while the ''case'' was humbled and expected to lick his female guardian's boots during this process. Afterwards, after a thorough rinse, a cold icewater douche was administered to establish clear dominance and control over this estranged person. The piercing, tattoing was also part of this ''take-down'' procedure where the man was made to feel powerless.

The Female that had called for help was congratulated and bestowed the honor and encouraged to proceed with the branding if she wanted. The case number usually branded with an electric case brander had to be discreet and was usually affixed to one of the case's asscheeks.

The premier training facility was right adjacent Puerto Rico and it had been modeled after the famous Other World Kingdom Pilot Project in the Czeck republic. The facility's name was Dorothy's farm. It referred to the Wized of Oz, used by Behavioral Scientist to implement beliefs, anchors or blockages or programs in a predetermined sequence.

Females had discovered that they had been conditionned through the ages with limiting beliefs and Chakra Blockages or anchors, which they promptly proceeded to remove with hypnotherapy, yoga and coaching which explained their greater freedom from past programming, addictions or psychological blocages, often passed down from previous lives.

As a result, most women went on to prosper, attract happiness and entitlements that men continued to deny themselves.Men had not beneffited from such retraining but were still not suited fully for their new more subservient roles in society.

That's were the retraining facilities did the rest, masterfully shaping them into obedient man servants that would be programmed to serve females and assist them in finding lovers or fuck-boys or women-lovers.

Body modifications like Breast Implants, castration, permanent tattoed make up, enlarged lips, nipple enhancements were also common in both men and women. The cost of this retraining was tax deductible for the Female and covered the cost of the continous brainwashing -audio updates and recalls occurred regularly.

Man's eyesight and vision was also limited so that their reading abilty was seriously impaired. Glasses or contact lenses for men were against the law because it was considered an unfair advantage. For men, reading and writing was considered a time wasting vice and the conditionning trigered serious guilt in males that further attempted to read, earn money or otherwise prosper.

Their mindset was to be subservient and powerless, they were retrained to react to orders by Females instead of creating their life as Females did. All kinds of restrictions had already been placed on men to make them feel powerless notably the banning of men travelling alone without adequate security or female escort.

Men usually travelled by rail only in a new cattle – coach category that reeked of piss whereas women benefitted from a business class type of service that suited their greater status. Driving for men was also no longer allowed as most men had revoked driver licenses due to unpaid parking tickets. Men driving was considered dangerous and they were programmed to feel unworthy to drive. Most cars were increasingly driven by computers so that a woman could her sex serviced by her red cap slaves during their transport.

Insecurities were programmed in as well to all men to keep them seriously off balance and always in a position of dependence, precarity and doubt where they waited for orders and were trained to serve. They would be trained to idolize all that is Female and their soul or subconscience was now female in nature but they were made to feel incomplete and inadequate because their physical transformation into females was incomplete.

Women had also insisted that they be programmed to long for cocks, lick and worship boots or female feet, yearn and accept sodomy or whippimgs with delight. Bisexuality was now the norm and women did not tolerate visible discrimination unless there were security reasons or cleanliness issues like the smell of piss which women found non civilised. Several men had also been caught with guns so they were banned from all schools, hospitals or courts except as case numbers being examined.

The pain-slut feminized beings that resulted were so much more pliable, obedient and reliable, unlike their former more rebellious selves. They were conditionned to be indoor creatures averse to any risk or opportunity, preferably hiding in some dark corner of the house so that the lady of the house could entertain her female friends or fuck boys or stud lovers, programmed to perform sexually, and sunbathe and have fun without undue interference from their subservient males . Women were encouraged to keep more than one slave if they could affort it.

The sissy-maid's expectation programming was to have no expectations of sex whatsoever with the Female because they were undeserving or uncapable, to deny themselves all earthly pleasures except pain and the more they suffered, the more they loved their Mistress. They were conditionned to become sexually excited by humiliation, whippings or any type of suffering or deprivation. Their maintenance was therefore minimal.

Some women had sissy maids that they never touched, prefering a female mate as their mate with full legal privileges, They were also programmed to shy away from all eye contact with the ruling female elite, which was considered inappropriate and offensive.

Their new station in life required maximum discretion and it was expected they not speak unless asked a question by their Mistress . They were now totally powerless human beings, not unlike the serfs of the middle ages. They were most at ease
in a cage, preferably locked and they quickly panicked in unfamiliar settings.

The Females that controlled them increasingly realized that this setup allowed them total freedom, maximum obedience by the males, no household duties or chores, and the freedom to focus on their careers, prosper and be happy. It was the era of female empowerment and the enslavement of the male species.

Males were programmed at birth to fail in school, to do manual work only and to avoid reading at all cost. If they had any spare time, they were encouraged to focus on their appearance, to masturbate, to long to suck the cock of her Female Mistress or any cock for that matter, to idolize all women.

The sissy maids, as they were commonly called, were trained to walk with small hobbled steps on high heels, or if not , to be humbled on their knees attending to floor cleaning or boot licking or walking in a curtsy fashion behind any group of Females, looking down at their heels.

Their facial or other body hair was also permanently removed to instill in them their true absence of Maleness. Strong female eyebrows, breast implants, pouty lips, humblers were surgically installed to give them a sense of an incomplete female, an androgynous quality which made travel easier.

Their penis was trained to stay flacid or erect on demand as requested by their Mistress. Penetrative sex with them was to be shunned and they were programmed to feel unworthy of this task and depraved for having erections. Their desire to masturbate was strenghtened by images and female idolatry and this strong desire to masturbate made them feel dirty and unworthy. Mistresses exploited this weakness to belittle or humiliate them further.

Their implanted continual longing to masturbate was used to great advantage by the Mistress and training Females to control them, reward them, or humiliate them further. They were programmed to long for any form of humilation or debasement, which usually assured their continued entrapment and lack of autonomy.

They would nor hesitate to attract ridicule or mistrust, because of a guilty conscience and mindset that was programmed in to them to always attract punishment or deprivations of all kinds including being locked in a cage. Also, they were trained never to talk back to a Mistress or appear in any way superior to their Mistress. In conversations, Mistresses talked about them as if they were absent.

They would manifest all possible bad things while the Mistress would manifest wealth, good fortune and career success.

They were also programmed yearly to believe that they were lazy and subhuman beings that had just had primitive animal cravings.

The greatest pleasure for them was to lick a Mistressses boots, asshole or pussy. They were also trained to see themselves as disgusting and Mistresses were encouraged to not touch them without gloves when masturbating them.

They were trained to live in a deprived state and this deprivation compounded with the deprivation thoughts and mindset were sure to attracte more deprivation and punishment for them.

Their signals between pleasure and pain had become crossed and therefore confused. They felt a rush of pleasure when they felt that their Mistress was pleased or getting off their suffering, so pain was pleasure for them and vice versa. They were also indoctrinated not to give themselves permission for any decision making, fancy meals, fancy accomodations, socializing without their Mistresses consent or idle moments.

They were programmed to be low maintenance for their Mistresses. As for food, they were trained to eat food like a dog, preferably on the floor, after the food had been crushed by the Mistresses boots or in a bowl. Special dog food type diets had been developped for them and it lowered the cost of upkeep for the busy Mistress. Certain strong homosexual longings programmed in further made them feel undeserving and they yearned for a thorough ass raming or enema which really made them feel submissive, slutty and appreciated.

They were also programmed through hypnosis and NLP to view themselves as bimbo maid sluts that were lazy and clumsy. If they had a choice between deprivation or chastity over pleasure and abundance, they would chose the first as a certainty. Their mindset and emotional baggage assured that they always stayed in their place at the heel of their Mistress.

They worshipped and identified fully with their Mistress, but knowing full well, that they were a clumsy, imperfect and incomplete version of their Mistress.

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The male studs, which were raised on farms were more aggressive and had training that enhanced their sexual performance and erectile capacities. They ressembled the male of the 1960's , crude and unsophisticated with strong subservient triggers that ensured their obedience to the now powerful Females.The boy-toys were under 18 and were under observation and were used by the randy Females. Pedophilia by definition was a serious crime punishable by castraion, established by presumtion and two simple affidavits by women. Women could not committ pedophilia. It was a male crime often used to entrap or discredit certain males in power by planting irrevocable images and evidence on their assigned computer clouds.

In this new world, there were no more wars, no visible poverty but there existed this huge under -class of enslaved males, redefined as sissy maid sluts (SMS) at the beck and call of their Mistresses. They were programmed to feel unworthy to own property or any type of lady-like privilege like swimming. If they had property before their enslavement, their programmed attitude assured that their ex-wife eventually would own or manage all the claimed assets of the maid.

The only few males that had escaped this destiny were a new class of eunuch or committed homosexual males that were usually wealthy enough or powerful enough and that had somehow programmed themselves to see themselves as free professional females. Their numbers were quite small but it assured a legitimacy of the system of power. Some of these were highly competent civil servants or token elected officials with no real power. The ruling Females did not see them as a threat and if they ever became a threat, steps were taken to discredit them and retrain them also. There was an important group of black and hispanic men in this group and it created the false appearance on the surface that men were still in positions of power.

Gerry woke up with a tight collar shackled to chains anchored to the cement floor. It kept him in a humbled kneeling position. His balls were held tight by a humbler that restricted the movement of his torso. He could not really remember what had happenned. He was fully naked but he could feel the humid air from the caged ceiling above.

His thumbs were held in a plastic contraption that made him feel powerless. He could hear the boots of the female guards above walking on the cage in which he was. He could smell the scent of jasmine from outside or was it their perfume of refined power and he was seriously hungry. He felt deprived and missed his ex-wife and future Mistress.

His head hurt and he could hear a female voice of the audio speaker in his ears dictating her commands; ''You are here because you have been deemed unworthy and selfish. God does not exist. The only Goddess for you is your Mistress. You will adore her more every time you listen to his tape. You are going down into the depths of your depravity. Going down 10, 9, 8, 7, 6 , 6, 6, 5, 3, 2, and 1, As you go down in this tunnel of depravity, down the stairs, it is getting darker. For you, hope is just a word. You feel more and more deprived and depraved. You will yearn to be deprived and isolated , to be abused, to be beaten.''

….''You visualize your Mistress clearly as a sublime creature and perfect in every way, walking confidently with her boots or high heels. Your Mistress will despise you more and more and you will feel more and more ashamed and unworthy . Ashamed to be so deprived and unworthy...always as erect as a dog in heat. You are going deeper and deeper into poverty, not just physical poverty but poverty as a state of mind and clumsiness and stupidity in all your ways. ''

''Poverty in your eyesight, poverty in the the quality of your thoughts, you feel confused and you constantly need direction. There is a brain fog that keeps you from thinking clearly, an intoxication every time you see or hear a Female or your Mistress. ''

''You continually need direction through the stern gloved hands of your Mistress or Trainors or through the text messages sent to your brain.. You will always yearn for sexual release. This lack mentality will overtake your being. Only your Mistress can release you from your Chastity. You are no longer a male but some kind of worm crouching on the floor . You are an undeserving worm, a subhuman, not worthy of sexual pleasure.''

..''Also, you constantly yearn for pain and a good whipping. You are here by choice. You have made the choice to be submissive and obedient to your Mistress. It is the only thing you desire to do. Your Mistress is like the oxygen you breath. Her perfume intoxicates you. Her touch is beyond what are worthy of.''

'' You will no longer talk to your Mistress or anybody else unless asked a question by a female in command or by your Mistress. You will shy away from eye contact but shall focus on the boots or heels of your Mistress or at best her ass and pussy or her hands when gloved''.

''You rarely fully enjoy being a slave because you feel so inadequate and unworthy, a bitch in heat, a sissy maid, a worm that shies away from the light or human contact. You need to ejaculate so badly you would do anything for release. ''

….Repeat after me: '' I would do anything my Mistress asks of me to get this sexual release. Earning a sexual release is a privilege that must be earned. I love the sound and feel of the whip, the cane or a gloved hand hitting me, the click clack of her heels on the floor ''

'' You yearn for the smell of piss or excrement , especially when it is Female. Your penile piercings will render you unable to piss without making a mess so you will sit down to pee only when Mistress is present or allows it. ''

'' you will yearn to eat the ashes of her cigarette, the piss she bestows on you or anything else she will ask you to eat..''

The guard above stopped for a while above the cage and started peeing into the cage. The golden drops hit Gerry's masked head and for an instant. He forgot all his other torments and called out ''thank you Mistress''.

The tape continued; ''you will yearn to drink the piss of your Mistress. Your mistress is perfect in every way whereas you will feel so totally unworthy, so imperfect next to her , so worthless next to her that you feel ashamed. You will compensate by working hard, ny serving her to please her. ''

..''You are afraid of the rain or of any liquid that hits your skin. It stings your skin like acid. You strive to be inside where there is no rain, no sunshine. Repeat after me but louder : ''I am here because I am unworthy. I have trouble reading. I see myself as lazy and undeserving of pleasure and abundance. I yearn to be deprived and caged. I yearn to suffer and I will do anything my Mistress asks of me''

A bell could be heard from afar. A rooster nearby was screeming his head off. A cabal of dogs could be heard chasing a retraining candidate that had escaped. This occurred rarely because they were so indoctrinated that escapes were not likely. Furthermore, they had no place to go for very long. Escaping or thinking of escaping was punishable by chemical or surgical castration. Elaborate ceremonies were held when this occurred.

Gerry felt really hot and he was sweating abundantly. He was hungry but all he could think of was his cock that was stone hard. It was free and Gerry wondered if he could find a way to masturbate. Only his Mistress could assure his sexual release.

Now, all he could think of was his Mistress. He so much missed his Mistress. He needed his Mistress desperately. He longed to kiss her boots, her pussy , her asshole, her anything, the floor she walked on, the seat she had sat on, any of her clothing especially used panties, which were used to reward the male for good behaviour.

The sound in his ear continued: ''You are going down even further, into a place where there is no light, just darkness....as I count from 5 to zero; 5, 4, 3, lower and darker, 2, 1 and in this place you still yearn for more darkness, the darkness of your Mistresses black boots , gloves or pussy , the darkness of your soul, the darkness of your vision. All things get darker and darker every day until you feel completely broken and owned .

The only salvation for you is your Mistress. There are no other solutions. Repeat after me: ''My Mistress has all the answers. She is my true saviour. I belong in darkness. I am as depraved and unworthy as a bitch in heat. I yearn for sexual release. I yearn to be chained, to be shackled. I am a poor reader. Reading is not for slaves. I yearn for humiliation and pain''

And as the days went on, he was made to relisten to the tapes over and over until he became convinced that he was subhuman, that he was guilty of bad and dirty thoughts that made him undeserving.

In a second training, images were added of a man in Chains and a Mistress with her boot on his back holding a whip or cane,

These were powerful images that got him really sexually excited yet he felt guilty . It was not right for him to fantasize about his Mistress because he was unworthy. The more unworthy he felt, the more excited he got and it was a never-ending cycle in which he lost all capacity for rational thought. He was Samson and she was Delilah. He was a powerless slave and she was the ever so powerful seductress.

The food he got was very limited and tasted like dog food. He was still erect . He adored and needed his Mistress more and more. He was convinced that he was hearing her voice on the recording...or was she close by , watching him suffer. He hoped this made her happy.

All he wanted was to please his Mistress in any way she demanded. He fell into a narcotic sub-state that was hallucinogenic. It made everything mellow. He could no longer feel his members, his legs, his arms, only his cock that was burning. He could feel his asshole filling with water and he had cramps.

The voice continued : '' you have been a bad slave, trying to beat off your cock,...repeat after me : I am unworthy of Mistress, I am just worthy enough to lick her boots. You yearn to fuck her but are so unworthy. Therefore, I need to be in Chastity''

...'' I yearn for pain and deprivation. I yearn to be yanked by a chain like a dog in training. I am afraid Mistress will abandon me. I am so afraid to be abandoned.. I need my Mistress , I yearn for the whip or the cane. I deserve to be punished by her.I yearn to feel owned''

'' I long for my Mistress. My intelligence is now limited to my cock.'' Now count backwards from 6 to zero as you go yet deeper into a newer deeper level of obedience and submission. At this level, all rational thought becomes impossible. Reading becomes impossible. You feel your IQ dropping''

..''You feel very heavy and your soul seems to dissipate. Repeat after me : ''As a slave, I no longer think, I just obey, I worship and I yearn for sexual release from my Mistress. As a slave, I must keep my eyes on the floor or certainly lower than my Mistresses waist. My Mistress has all the answers. I am unworthy and therefore deserve punishment and suffering''

As the days went on, he was taken outside to work in the sugarcane. He was afraid it would rain and that rain would sting his skin. He was afraid that his Mistress would not return. He was afraid of the light, of the openness of the field. Tigers roamed in the fields, he had been told, and he was afraid a tiger would emerge. He felt safer in a cage. He smelled of sweat, of piss, so undignified and worthless.

He felt hungry, dirty and unworthy. He felt that he needed to be punished. This would give him some currency of value. He yearned for sexual release . His hard cock was now encased by a chastity belt attached to his cock by a piercing. He felt his lips were bloated and pouty like those of a $2 hooker.

He yearned to be taken from behind by his Mistress or her lover. He yearned to lick the boots, the ass or pussy of his Mistress . He yearned to suck a big juicy cock, preferably a big black rod or dildo attached to his Mistress . He yearned to drink the piss of his Mistress, to eat the cum of her lover. ,he was barely worthy of that. He needed to obey, to listen, to look at the floor and he limped along in bent fashion like the hunchback he had become.

She was the beauty and he was the beast, the bitch in heat, the worm, the sissy-maid at his best. He felt vulnerable without his high heels. He hoped his Mistress would soon return to take him home. Maybe she had forgotten and abandoned him like his father had
when he was young.

In the distance, one could hear the roosters announcing the end of the afternoon, The female guards stood close by in their riding pants and boots. One of them had indulged him and had him lick her boots while she got off. He now felt really powerless and unworthy. He was but a slave chopping sugar cane. He sometimes peeked at his female guards, admiring their round ass and riding boots. He yearned to be beaten by them, One of the guards came up to him and said : ''Kneel in front of your Mistress and look up into the sky. Now, open your mouth.''

Mistress drank some water out of the metal container she had. She then gargled her throat, ''Now Open wide slave. You have the privilege of drinking the water that was in my mouth...allez yallah...''

As I drank, I could see her smile with satisfaction that she had broken me. She was happy with me and she seemed to smile while now dropping her spit and chewing gum into my mouth. ''You have been gifted with my essence.'' Say ''thank you Mistress''. I said ''thank you Mistress'' and then she pushed me and I lost balance and landed on my back.

She then came over and trampled my chest with the heels of her shuny riding boots.

She said '' do you feel the pain Slave? Your pain is my ultimate pleasure. You yearn so much to please me and I am pleased that you are in pain for me.,.like the good slave you have become ..lol. I was in pain but could feel the rush caused by her approval of my submissiveness.....I was now rock hard...she saw the erect cock and she laughed and said ''you are not worthy to fuck me...You dirty bitch-dog,..not more worthy than the sweaty and worm that you've become. '' I was now even harder clearly enjoying the humiliation and cruelty of my Mistress.

She then said ''Get up slave before I kick in your useless balls''. '' I'll just ask you a question Slave-boy: ''Where are you now Bitch? ''

I answered '' in a field of sugar cane ''

She punched me with her gloved hands on the jaw and I fell to the ground and she said : ''you made two mistakes Slave''

'' Firstly and foremost, dont assume the answer, it is arrogant for a slave to assume he knows anything . Remember your training....Slave. The Mistress has all the answers and she's always right. The slave knows nothing .''

''Remember, Your eyesight is compromised, your judgment is compromised, your thoughts are filtered by your hard cock making all rational thought impossible..you are in a state of narcosis before your Mistess or any Female as you 'smell my perfume and pussy'. Remember your training Slave''

'' The right answer I expected from you is '' I dont know, Mistress ''...You omitted to add the word ''Mistress'' to your answer which is a grave breach of conduct..I should have kicked you in the balls but I shall be merciful .I shouldn't use such lawyerly complicated words like breach of conduct which are serious offences , which probably defy your full comprehension with your new IQ of a five year old ...in your excited bitch-in-heat-state where all rational thinking is impossible for you. I'll try to find you a big juicy black cock to suck tomorrow . As they say: ''practice makes perfect'' ''you will get lots of practice....don.'t worry...lol''

''Remember to always stay in awe of your Mistress which is also something I didn't feel from you... That just earned you 20 lashes with this springy sugar cane '' .

She said '''Now, kneel slave'' as I was about to get up. She then went behind me and handcuffed my fingers together behind my back then said ''I want you feeling utterly powerless Slave, powerless to resist my beauty, my smell, my essence and my wit, powerless to resist any female's god-given power''.

She then started hitting me with great intensity. I could hear her heavy breathing. I could feel she was really getting worked up, truly excited by my suffering and she started moaning which made me happy and gave me a sudden rush of pain – pleasure.

2At this point , I no longer could distinguish pain from pleasure as I went into a hallucinogenic sub state that she felt, which aroused her even more.Count the lashes Slave ''one, Mistress', two, mistress, three, Mistress and I was close to fainting but then I thought of my Mistress which was being fed by Skype the images of my undoing. It gave me some hope that she would return which calmed me for an instant.

TO BE CONTINUED

DRIFTING INTO FEMDOM by Allexcited69
The story is a fabrication of my mind. All names, sites, venues, although they may seem familiar to you are fictional. Only the expression of human emotions, the hardship, the pleasures and frustrations are real. This is the story of a wannabee slave and his circuitous route from attorney into a new reality involving chastity, body worship, humiliation and a new station in life.
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC,
AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE
TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED,
OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR
BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE
LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

So, it was Monday Morning at 6 AM. My alarm was about to go off but it was so noisy and unpleasant that I had trained my mind to wake up about 5 minutes before its sickening ring.
Mistress Fiona was still sleeping after a wild night partying in this large villa sitting right on the Richelieu River in Quebec. The neighbour’s rooster was the back-up wake-up plan. Mistress had left me a large book of rules and regulations which I had to memorize. In it, was an Appendix of various Punishments and Discipline protocols, some were really medieval. The training was essential a journey of seven steps to success.
Sleeping was punishable by a two thousand dollar fine, a hot wax body treatment and 25 lashes from the Cat o Nine tails as well as a special Kahli’s bracelet around the Penis for at least ten days and a full day and night attached outside in the rain. Most of the punishments were devilish enough but required little time for Mistress who was usually busy sipping champagne, building houses or being on the phone.
As usual, in the morning, I was promptly administered a fresh batch of proprietary mix of drugs that made me more pliant and obedient and often made me lose trace of time and place . As my Mistress often repeated, my time was worthless and I was nothing but a pathetic worm and Sissy-Maid at best. My new station in life meant abnegation,lust, suffering, an eagerness to obey and please and my yearning for any type of attention from my Mistress even if it was humilating. Without, these elements present, I was told, my value of a slave was even more dubious.
My time was essentially worthless and the value of wages was not really paid but was indicated at year-end on a T4 slip for tax purposes. The many deductions effectively reduced my wages to about $1500 per year. So far, I was indebted to my Mistress for about $88,000 and I maxed out my cards to pay it down to $58,000 last week. I was now on the verge of Bankruptcy and some last minute refinancing of property I still owned kept me temporarily solvent. My T4 slips and fictional tax reports were used at the bank to obtain loan approvals. My Mistress had conditioned me to look forward to such refinancings as she usually allowed me to make love to a sex-doll in Mistresses image.
The fines and training expenses and uniforms were quite high and the mandatory piercings and equipment purchases of me at the various stages of my initiation also were prohibitive in cost. Just last month, I was billed for the wood horse with metal studs and diamond insertions for $17,000. My Mistress had said: ‘’It’s well worth it because it’s like your condo as you’ll be spending many hours riding it in that moist basement while I’ ll be getting on with my life. ''It’s a priceless artefact built by chastised artisan and certified Femdom. ‘’ You’re right Mistress.’’. I said meekly.
She said ’’ It’s actually quite cheap for a world class torture instrument. Those zirconium inserts are expensive and the design alone cost over $8000 and the electronic buttons provide bio-feedback and response capability. Drop to your knees Drippy. Now lick my boots and beg me to let you buy it from me’’.
I immediately got down to the floor, crawled on the floor eagerly licking her shiny black boots and I begged her on my knees and after about two hours of begging, she finally agreed to let me try it out when she came for the third time in a violent shudder of pleasure...while I had my tongue in her asshole.’’

I really had no more money to give because my wages as a slave was now minimum wage. To stay clear of provincial labour laws and anti-slavery statutes, Mistress had her attorney draw up a Personal Services and Training Contract.
The Contract and training equipment for slaves had been developed in the Netherlands where more tolerant mores and experimentation with maids from Indonesia and the Ukraine were possible.
After being an attorney for 20 years, mostly in Family Court, I had seen the cruel side of female revenge on their ex-husbands and mates and had been the victim myself in a calculated female campaign to evict me from this profession. I often felt like the odd man out in a field overwhelmingly controlled by female attorneys, their often bitchy assistants or trainees and judges that had a clear feminist agenda, usually stripping the guys from their assets and greatly limiting access to their kids. Some ex-husbands were put into chastity devices if they wanted access to their children.
Anything was now possible in this feminist controlled system where ‘’Fathers for Justice’’ a movement of disgruntled fathers seeking justice, did not get to Square 1 in Court and no attorney was courageous enough or crazy enough to represent their case. But then of course, those men were clearly too emotional and out of control, trying to sue everybody from the Minister of Justice to the Child care agencies and the judges...etc.
But back to my reality of getting up at 6 Am, cleaning the floors on my knees and being restrained in one way or another.
The latest contraption my Mistress had obtained was a tongue piercing for me that attached to a rubber muffler and that effectively made my speech feeble and slurred a bit like Tom Waits.
It was quite convenient for Mistress to have me don this invisible apparatus during Parties or Catering Contracts she accepted when, I would serve canopies, dressed in sexy Maid’s outfit and black fishnet stockings and high heels that gave me that ‘’fuck me now ‘‘l ook. Her catering extravaganza was based on wholesale exploitation throughout the entire food chain...lol... from the abject farmer that worked 12 hours a day and grew the eco-bio foods across the street, to the recent female immigrants from North Africa that prepared the food meticulously, as well as the ‘’free’’ agents that referred new contracts to her, everybody was under the firm control of her gloved hands.
Some of Mistresses more affluent female friends also had their husbands serve at the functions and Mistress would charge them for training them and would get bonuses from her Clients depending on any extra humiliations that their husbands were subjected to. Garden parties were really popular as the maid-slave-husbands usually were locked out at a certain hour while the Mistresses and their friends and lovers were left to fornicate inside. Often, it rained and the Husband Maids mascara and make-up and sissy uniforms would be soaked by morning and the Mistresses revelled in shooting pictures and videos for their off-shoot Filmdom websites.
Sooner or later, all Sissy-maids were however inevitably tattooed and given permanent make-up so that they would always look fresh and crisp so that they could serve an early breakfast or brunch to the sex-exhausted guests.
One July night, we were out in the forest looking in the rain for mushrooms, truffles, wild herbs and rare wildflowers under the guidance of Miss Alberic, a stubborn and glamorous transvestite sorcerer, with a medical degree from Brazil and training in rare herbs and magical potions. At one point, most of us got lost in the woods and we had trouble walking in the forest in the high heels that were padlocked to our sissy feet.
In the morning, I was aching from the cold and the rain and the kneeling picking up rare moss to be used for various Femdom rituals. The black bears were walking around and Miss Aalberic told us to stay clear of the blueberry bushes, solely reserved for the mamma bears, their young and Mistresses. Blueberries could be picked but had to be promptly remitted to him so that he could hide them and eventually take them back to the house It was Female Domination throughout, in the wild and elsewhere also...
I was so hungry by now that I gladly threw myself on the hallucinogenic potion that they prepared for me at the house. All objects were floating around me and I was floating myself while people around me giggled and laughed. I remember little, most faces were hazy, but I remember sucking somebody’s pussy, boots and anus until the She came violently in my face.
I had finally found out how to achieve a form of inner peace and the much touted place that we all aspired to find called ‘’simple-mind’.

TO BE CONTINUED

The Journey of a Slave ...PART 1....by Allexcited69 alias Miss Valerie Dubois

Warning...This tale deals with harsh FemDom, BDSM , Adult Content. It is the diary of a Slave s Journey into Servitude..into the Realm of Subspace and Submission...into craving Humiliation, Pain, Abstinence, Chastity and living to please my Mistress or her playmates or to submit to her Hypnosis and getting enthralled by Lust, Longing and the cruel perfection of my Mistresses.
So, I checked out the Link, changed, coz all in this story is Fiction..be it the Mistresses, the places or Events..It is one possible, plausible outcome...but it is purely imaginary, the fruit of my longing for Something Else..Something Deeper, something with elements of Veneration and Spirituality...

There I was getting this email One day..
Hi Andre,
I am going to give you everything
you have ever wanted.
All you have to do is click the
link and order today. Its your
last chance.
https://www.femdomtrainer.ca/
I have read your emails.
I have listened and thought about
what you need. I know what to do.
Do you?
https://www.femdomtrainer.ca/
I am sorry if you click on this and
the link has expired. I am sorry that
you didn't trust me.
Go check right now. If my timing
is right, you have a little bit of
time left. If you opened this email
today and I sent this yesterday, then
you are probably too late.
Check to be safe.
https://www.femdomtrainer.ca/
Serve, Obey and Lick.
Mistress Laura

3 Pillars Of Our Femdom Training Program.
Our training program consists of three essential components.
1. We incorporate affirmations to help reinforce positive beliefs and attitudes.
2. We provide video and email training materials specific to the training module you chose.
3. Last, and the most key element of our program is the use a nightly hypnosis file, which greatly enhances the manifestation of the desired focus.
Femdom Affirmations
Consistently reading affirmations for 30 days in a row has the power to transform your mindset and manifest positive change in your life.
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Watching 15-30 minutes a day of themed videos can help manifest what you are watching by enhancing your visual and auditory learning experience, increasing your subconscious exposure to the desired outcome, and reinforcing positive affirmations through repetition.
Hypnosis Training
Hypnosis has the power to bring about transformative changes in the subconscious mind, allowing us to manifest our deepest desires. By regularly engaging in hypnosis, particularly through the use of hypnotic files before sleep, we can direct our focus towards specific goals or outcomes. Through this process, the subconscious mind becomes receptive to suggestions and new beliefs, leading to lasting changes in behavior, mindset, and ultimately, the manifestation of our desires. Through consistent and intentional use of hypnosis, we can tap into the vast potential of our subconscious and unlock the power to create the life we truly desire.
Our Free Training Gives You These 3 Pillars For Free.
Since hypnosis is a very big part of success in our training program, I would check this out before this expires.

Strangely, enough , one of the Questionaires demanded my Height, my Weight, my Waist and Breast measurements, the size of my Dick, limp, then erect...we must know everything about you..tell us who are your Fantasy Female Idols, your most haunting Visions, your Expectations from our Program. The underlining theme is one of Surrender, Obedience and Submission..it will enable us to custom-tailor a Program specific to your needs..

The Webinar started by Mistress Laura exposing the Benefits of Being Controlled and Dominated in ways you never imagined, through repeated Hypnosis...in your new Path of Submission and pleasure...Eager to experience that only I can provide.

So, I checked out the Link, altered and changed, coz all in this story is Fiction..be it the Mistresses, the places or Events.
I answered the questionaire..what do you want?

It included my most depraved Delusions or Cravings, from Humiliation, to Pegging, to Cock, to Sissification, Rope Bondage, Latex, ..I more or less ticked all the Boxes except Cock Worship...coz I aint gay.

So, afterwards, Mistress Laura , assigned me a 7 Digit Code and asked me to wire her 1500 USD..in 3 parts it was 3x 600$..so, I opted for the One-Pay.. The Program included a Starter kit in a Box, access to the Website with Hypnotapes and Modules, some Femdom Videos...and I was asked to abstain from looking at any pornography, other than the FemDom Fare which dealt in the practical aspects of FemdDom and Mistress worship.

Mistress Laura said that I opted out of Cock Worship and she was not happy..There was no topping from the Bottom in her Program...She made the rules but you will soon find out what that means in real terms..There is Fantasy and then there is Reality, Actual Acts of Worship and submission that must be mastered also, so that they can be executed without Hesitation.

I got a Parcel in the Mail shortly afterwards..It included a Hi-tech Belt that went around my waist , enclosed my Scrotum, left orifices for Defecation and Peeing but precluded me from access to either in large part..

In the Box, was a letter from Mistress Laura…

Congratulations Dear Slave in achieving this Milestone…

Read the Instructions carefully and follow all the steps meticulously..There are no shortcuts to Greatness and there are no shortcuts to Submission...the first step is to install the Chastity Belt...and then access your Account and activate the program, by inserting your PIN no and surrendering access to me, your Mistress or to one of my Help Maids..

After this, send me an Email, add a screenshot of your Belt On..with your Femme Name, your original first Name ..and Say..I have activated my Belt, what now Mistress?

I did as instructed..Shortly, after this, I received a series of Buzzes and Pulses that went from timid to Audacious in Force...the last setting was disturbing because I lost all focus and just fell on my knees…

How was the Greeting I sent you Juanita? Wrote Mistress in a subsequent Email..I want you to kneel and lick a stiletto Heel on the top setting..get into Full worship mode in front of your Imaginary Mistress..I cannot be there with you but I am there in spirit, I possess you now, fully under my Command.. Initially, you will hesitate to follow my commands..but you will be punished sternly to remind you who makes the Rules here in this relationship.

Make sure you read the 10-page Manual of Sissy Ethics and rules of worship and Servitude..it will give you an Insight of my current Expectations but all my rules can change, at my whim..The Only certitude is that you will obey, Submit to me fully to SERVE , Obey and Lick..

Every Day,Mistress assigned me tasks to Do and asked me also what extra personal chores or tasks should be added.
You must see me as your Accountability Partner..No more slacking off, eating Fast Food, not exercising or not keeping the House immacutaly clean.

Your Butler Training Module has all the details I expect from you as my Butler..

So, Am I a Good Mistress? Head down and Ass Up...strapons and Smaller Chastities...my little slut, it is time for you to realize your place.. There are bigger things in line for you..Bigger Buttplugs, Bigger Strapons..I will make you my Slut eager to surrender Ass and Mouth for me to penetrate you and make official my possession of you.. In the end, you will be Mine completely..

The First Module will deal with House Cleaning and Food Specifics...it included a Regime of Milk Shakes also...and the Kit had some of these, ready for consumption, just add Milk..

So, the Content of the Video was common-sense stuff but had a humiliating tone to them..with Mistress calling me, silly cocksucker , or Bitch Boy...The Initial Babys had given way to terms that reminded me of my insignificant station in life...you must find your true Station in Life, as an eager Maid or a good, eager Cocksucker...First you must go to your local Lingerie Store and get 12 pairs of Pink Panties and dispose of your male underwear.. Then, I want you going to get pierced and tattoed...to the Boutique specified in my last letter..

Before you go, you must shave, remove all your Body Hair , except for a Vagina-looking strip of weeds on your Scrotum ultimately once I allow acess to it...Text me for a one-hour release so you can shave..I want to see you dollied up in a dress and hose with a Red Summer Dress with black spots and Holes...it is clear that it is the dress of a Cockteaser and subservient Sissy Maid...Who is a dirty little slut longing for my Strapon? My eyes widened in shock at her new insolence and the audacity of pushing me beyond what I felt comfortable with..

A Mix of Pleasure and Pain..in anticipation of a release down the road...I was hoping..

So, i listened to many hypnotapes, mostly by Robots...as Mistress had deemed my Status did no longer warrant direct Contact..Got it? The Hearing of my Voice is a Reward, when I deem to reward you after you achieve various Milestones..

I shaved, took a Picture..with a sign saying Shaved and Humbled..what now Mistress? Signed your Sissy Bitch-slut Juanita

I begged and pleaded for more but the Emails were ignored..

One Morning, I got awakened by a powerful throb in my Anus..I felt like a playtoy, controlled by remote-controlled, hungry for Submission, Humiliation and Servitude..

I checked my Email...it was a reminder..Get Dolled Up, Put on Lipstick, put on that Hose and Sun Dress, some High heels, then head out to Joe s Tattooe and piercing Emporium…be there at 10 AM..get it Done slave...with Love Mistress Laura

I went to Joes and I was really reluctant to leave my house dressed in this way, so i put on a Raincoat, although it was sunny out.. I took along a beach Bag to hide my Coat in once I got to the Parlour...I showed up..and Joe had an extravagant Salvador Dali Mustache and the Vest of a Saloon Owner..he had a Piercing in his Ear...and a tattooe in the back of his neck, barely visible..

Sit down my Friend..So Mistress Laura referred you..I get a lot of Clients referred by Her..I must make you pay first , Cash or debit, and he brought the Payment Machine and I paid 250$..

He inclined the chair fully , had me remove my shirt...and part of my Panties, just 15 inches below my Waist..he drew a curtain for Privacy...I lay there, kind of stupid-looking ...when a client came in as the Bell on the door chimed..and Joe said..Excuse me for a Moment...and met the Stranger, a Man I could hear..the curtain was left opened, exposing me to the view of this Stranger.. I felt humiliated for an instant, but I said..If its to please Mistress, it must be okay…
Come back in an Hour Mate..he said..I just have 2 small tattoes and a Piercing to Do..the Sissy Intro-kit...same as you..You can watch if you wish or read the stacks of FemDom or Queer, Trans magazines in the Lounge Here..

He returned, followed by the Man , looking on..I could not see anything as Joe, an Aussie had clamped an Eye Lid around my Head, preventing me from seeing any of it..but at least, it covered part of my Face.. So, I lay there hearing them talk...First the most difficult...He got an Email with a NIP..and he unlocked my Chastity, proceeded to fumble my Dick..examine it and it felt like he drew marks with a Felt Pen on it..So, here, I must do a Prince Albert or Frenum Piercing at my Discretion..Given that Juanita here is uncircumcised, its better to do a Frenum Piercing, actually 3 piercings that enable a Bar to be held to secure a new Chastity. Prince Albert Piercings can cause issues with the Foreskin and are less useful for a Sissy anyways , who is usually precluded from vaginal penetration. So the Benefits are Few but we ll add a Bigger ring in the End to add a Leash ..but all clear and away from that Foreskin.

The stranger salivated for some Reason..

Does the thing get you excited? Do you look forward to your own Piercings Mate? Joe was an Aussie and he had these Ozzie Expressions...like I was knackered last night..after a Night out with Mistress Laura and her friends...after an evening on all fours and they both laughed..Oh, the bliss of Submission, of Subspace, of forgetting all your Worries, when under the stern Hand of a Mistress and her friends..

Juanita, do you wish the Sound Inserted? Its 100$ more but I recommend it..It holds your Penis snug and it stimulates the inner lining of your Urtethra..its quite pleasant feeling..I have one Myself..Ok then..I said..Go for It..

They are planning another Event at month-End..It should be Fantastic..

So, it stung quite a lot as Joe inserted various needles on my Dick and Joe Explained that its called a Frenum Ladder into Submission..a piercing below the Hood of the Penis, and 3 more piercings below it ...After about 40 minutes of this, Joe, pulled out his tattoe gun and started tattoing the front of my scrotum mound...its just a Jack of spades in a Circle Tattoe, big enough to be seen, yet discrete..Then he inserted the hollow Sound, installed the Chastity and locked it all shut.
Then, he had me turn over on the Chair and lay flat, like in a Massage setup..my ass cheecks were uncovered and he proceeded to tattoe my right ass cheek...a series of letters i could not make out clearly...Sissy Juanita , slave 72345 I found out later… reading it in a Mirror..

After this, Joe escorted me out, I put was about to put my Raincoat on..but he stopped me, took it...and said..2 Infractions today which I will have to report to Mistress...Dissimulation, by wearing a Raincoat, despite strict orders not to do it..and not wearing a Black Bra under that white frilly shirt of yours..2 Infractions that deserve a few good lashes I guess..For your Mistress to Decide. Mate..get with the Program..Serve, Obey, Lick..

He entered into the store and he said..I will ask Mistress for Instructions..Look at the Mags while I call her..After about 5 minutes of this, he said..Follow me Mate...He took me to the Washroom, sat on the toilet and said. Look here Mate..you gave me no tip, disobeyed Mistress so Mistress instructs you to kneel and suck my Dick..If you dont, its 50 Lashes more for Disobedience on top of the 80 lashes for Dissimulation and absence of Bra..Also, here is a Black Bra..put that On before you start sucking me off Mate coz I d like to imagine that you are a Lass… I am not gay yet he said...I took off my shirt, put on a bra, one that was tight and filled with 2 fake Silicone Boobs of good size. You may as well get used to Boobs Mate coz Mistress has bigger things lined up for you..she tells me...Bigger boobs, bigger Dildos and bigger Strapons…

He handed me a Joint of weed and we both Talked for a while while he attached my Bra..then he said, Get to it Slut..coz I got a Man Waiting in the lounge for another procedure..

Joe was circumcised and had a Prince Piercing and a Locked-in Sound. The tip of his Penis was what I could stimulate as most of his Dick was encased by a Metal Chastity..He also donned a Tattoe on his Pubis, just above the female Bikini Line..a Jack of Spades in a Circle ..a Black Tattoe..whatever it could mean? I asked..Joe said that its a Symbol of BBC..Black Boy Cock Worship..coz the ultimate Sissy Fantasy was to suck off a 12 inch Cock that stood erect like a Bamboo shoot in all its Girth..Still, I managed to get him off quickly by Handling his Balls with my Sharp nails...while sucking on the Dick and on the Sound..some sperm jismed out of the Sound et voila.

So, there you have it, I sucked for about 35 seconds before Joe came..I was proud of myself in a way, having overcome some previous limitations.His sperm tasted salty..and Joe said..Swallow all of it..its good for You Sissy...Sucking off your first cock is a Milestone and Mistress will maybe go easy on you when I tell her how you complied so willingly for your first Cock Sucking..

Mistress asked me to go to Bimbo Cafe and Truck Stop, take the Bus to to the Highway Overpass, its next to the Interstate..Ask for Debbie..tell her you are Juanita, the name I tattooed on your Behind..

He kept the Coat and said..Also, sway those Hips Girl..Men want to see the Girl from Ipanema and how she sways so gently… The sound brushed the inside of my Dick as I walked..It felt exhilarating and I had trouble focusing on things other than my Dick, my Clothes and the Reaction I generated wherever I went.

Good Bye Mate..A la Prochaine..he had said.

I was to find out later, that indeed, Joe was to meet me again in social settings but also for more procedures and more devious body modifications..

Before leaving, I signed up for the 3 day weekend Event for 750$, in about 20 days, including Room and board and said..we can go there together..you ll save the Bus fare that way…

But I have a Car...I said..its just an Option..you decide

I headed to the Cafe that was essentially a Hot Dog Grill..and it had Booths in the back for Porn Videos...and 2-3 Girls were smoking weed outside, dollied up like Bimbos, real slutty-looking with big tits and Pillow lips that said..Baby, I want to suck you off..

So, I asked for Debbie, an older, more demure woman in a Leather Jacket and a Miniskirt..still with a nice figure and big tits, but with a Bimbo Flair, some Grace and long fingernails..She asked to see my Hands...They looked like ordinary nails..she then looked at my hair and said..this will not do...Go to Susie, 2 warehouses down..she runs a Clandestine Nail and Pedicure and Hair Emporium..she ll fix you up first , then come back coz its kind of early anyways..it starts to get busy around 3 PM..the truckers come here after unloading their Wares, to unload some sperm..and avoid the Traffic between 3 to 6 PM..thats our Business Model..Hot Dogs, Grilled Cheese, some illegit Brew and weed and a nice BlowJob..so get your lips puckered coz tonight, we ll get you pumping on some cock..Go now Sweets, take your time but be back here by 3 PM.

I went there and Susie, a slutty-looking Gal with a Perm and Bimbo lips, and equipped my long Finger with long Nails, did my Lips, my eye make-up, curled my Hair..and said..now, you look more like a Cock Sucker Juanita..its much better..use those nails on a Mans shaft and Balls while you blow him, suck him, take it all in. Deep-throat..there is a clock on the Wall , try to get it down to about a Minute..coz otherwise we ll have a Line Up..between 3 and 6 Pm , you should be able to blow about 100 men...50 if business is slow..you ll earn 10$ per blow job, the rest goes to Mistress and Me, as Marketing Expenses and outfit Expenses. Now you are in booth 69..sometimes, people want more, just Decline coz you are not equipped to Do more at this time..
Are there any questions Slut? Should I use lube? No, just use your spit today, you silly Cocksucker and she waved me out.

So after about 4 hours of a steady flow of Men and Cum, my Hair was full of semen..and my Bra was also soaked with it..I was hungry by now...I went to see Debbie who remitted me an Enveloppe of 990$ and said 99 Bjs on your first day...not so bad..you must be hungry..The hot dogs are on the House for Cocksuckers..she said with a Squirm...You are finally seeing a Payback on all your efforts to reinvent yourself and become the perfect Bimbo-slut..Can I see your Chastity?I am curious to see it....I raised my Skirt and she admired the craftsmanship..she took out a Joint and said..kneel here and suck my stilettos while I toke here blissfully...Show me how you suck those cocks..but that moment of Bliss was short-lived as her assistant Drew came in for some cheques to be signed...It s just Drew, my Subbie in service here...come here Drew, lower your Pants and kneel..Yes Mistress..he said

You see Drew here had his Balls removed because of an incident we will not go into..but he s much happier now, eager to please and to suck cock also and steam up these Hot dogs while he dreams of Cocks...She inserted a key and undid his Cock Chastity, a flat piece of Metal, and behind it, a penis merely half an inch long. Buttplugs, bigger strapons but ever smaller Chastity belts one inch smaller every time.....such is your Journey also..a preview of coming events.. Drew now has a Clit, we can no longer consider this a Penis..and we have refocused him away from Vaginas, into heels, boot worship and occasionally Ass worship but mostly a healthy Penis Obsession that borders on Worship and thats Good for Us All.

Chastity Belts are wonderful inventions to castrate a Man, emasculate him, shape him as we wish and establish absolute and unquestionned authority...How long have you been in Chastity Juanita?

About 45 days..so far..

Very Nice..Soon , you ll be ready for your first Pegging...and you ll truly come into your own as a liberated sissy, longing more and more for cock in your mouth and your new Sissy Pussy...i guess it will happen soon enough..as she chuckled and toked..now try to get Drew Hard...I gesticulated his Dick, but it was so small..even I had trouble getting in my Mouth without it slipping out because of its smallness..You will have no dick and be happy said Mistress Debbie..as she chuckled...while toking away..

A slow ruined orgasm came out of his Dicklet, more like Precum than the powerful jet of an Alpha Male..Mistress Debbie explained that Drew now needed a thorough pegging to really come and even then, he was programmed to stay limp and dribble slowly with his Chastity un-removed coz she prefered her Sissies in permanent Chastity.. Sissies must focus on the pleasure of their Masters, Mistresses, not their own selfish pleasure..the Servant waits while the Master Baits...lol..Their Heart must at all times be filled with Lust, Hunger, an Eagerness to suck at all times, an occasional Longing for Pussy , sometimes a sleepless Night..and be grateful for the privilege of being kept on a firm leash, sucking cock and doing what silly cocksuckers do best..Tease, dress up, and stimulate themselves anally when it is allowed and Earned..Also, a regimen of weekly Floogings keeps Sissies focused and in full submissive Mode..Next week, show up at 2:30 Pm, and I will give you your weekly Flogging..

Yes Mistress Debbie..

A week went by and my Dick was healing from these pierced intrusions..and it tingled..I thought about all that happened in the last few days, so rapidly and so unexpectly.

My Dick was getting smaller, I could feel it and my breasts felt sensitive..I was also often invested in wild Mood Swings and All I could Do to calm me down is to listen to more Hypno Tapes of a Robotic Mistress, while sucking a Big Dildo..

Access to my Asshole was greatly limited..as a Plate hindered free passage of any cylindric object..I had to shower nozzle around it to clean the Poo but it became part of my daily ritual…

The Event I enrolled into also required Latex Gear and I needed to head into a Perv Latex Shop to retrieve my sissy Maid Uniform, a shiny outfit with a Corset top and the appearance of a Milk Maid whith heels that were like those of the shoe of an old aunt...no stiletto unless those padlocked on....coz that was a Symbol of Might and Power reserved for the Dominant Mistresses. but low heels mostly, except when out on the Hustle when Fuck-Me Boots were required.

So, I headed to the Store and I had to lie on a Medical Bench and was fastened to it..while the staff put on the slutty hose with slutty holes, the Shiny skirt, the corset and the Head Mask that was carefully fitted...The Mouthpiece could be an open hole, ready for sucking, or a Strapon attached to a lid ..the Hands were hoofs like the ones of Horses and another version was fingerless gloves made of latex..The Store clerk shined it with Lube and said..you must keep it shiny at all times…

I was fully Dressed and she padlocked on the Master Belt, handed me a Playboy Magazine and said..Here is a Bus ticket, now Go to The cafe, Go see Debbie, she ll get a Kick out of this..It will be good for Business..She ll probably have you stand outside the Truck Stop a while to drum up some Business...but remember, Silly cock suckers get free hot dogs there..

Before you go, show me your Face..those Lips need some attention..Cindy, bring me the Lip Enhancer...She pushed a big Ball Gag into my Mouth and Said Breathe through your Nose…
She proceeded to prick my lips in about 20 places..it stung a little...She said..Lay down for 10 minutes ..just relax..I must make some Phone Calls..

After about half an hour, she unfastened me, pulled me up and brought a Mirror to my Face..see those wondrous lips..they long to suck Cock..they are what we call in our trade Cock Pillows and no Bimbo Look is complete without them..

Now, you are more in line in terms of Looks with that inner longing to be that perfect little bitch of a Bimbo slut..What do you have to say Juanita? Thank you Mistress..

Now, run along..On the bus, Men looked at me in horny ways while older women looked at me disaprovingly..The Playboy Magazine I held made it even more obvious that I was some sex-obsessed , depraved woman or trannie, status unclear because I still walked like a Man, but my Swagger became increasingly that of a confident and silly cocksucker as time went on.

I showed up at the Bimbo Bar and Grill ..and Debbie said Come into my Office. Lets have a Look at those new puckered lips of yours...truly much better...It was one of the missing Ingredients in your Demeanour,..now , look Down on my Boots..Focus on them..get licking...Time for your Whipping Also....She unlocked my Skirt Belt and the Padlocks on my shoes..she started by adding some Oil she called Snake Bite..it tingled somewhat...I had 80 lashes coming ..and I had to say One..thank You mistress, 2 Thank You Mistress..etc..

After this, Mistress Debbie sat back in her Chair, lit up a Joint and handed it to me..Hak..take it in Arabic..I inhaled..now Worship my Boots ..I want to see Passion, Longing..she lifted her skirt and said..Long for my Pussy, my asshole..maybe I will let you have a taste of it later, if you can make 100 blowjobs tonight...in lieu of half of your Pay..

You decide..

Yes Mistress..

Next week, remember, its Fetish week at Mistress Laura s Estate..in the pastoral Bliss of the Country Air…
Yes Mistress..I got my ticket, bought it from Joe at the Piercing Salon.

I proceeded to lick her boots while she was on the Phone while toking on her Joint...I cant right now….she said..I am short-handed..Look, no promises, I ll see what I can Do..and she hung up.
Drew is gone to see his sick mother so I am left up a Creek without a Paddle..lol

I went on to my assigned Booth and there was Sherry, a Bimbo Platine Blond, big CCC tits, fully sun-tanned with a chewing gum in her Mouth when she wasn t sucking Cock..or fucking Men in her Booth..I kind of envied her.. I had been acquainted with her in my High School Years ..she had been thrown out for smoking Weed with the Football Team that she sucked off.....she was a Pro and I looked to her for Advice and Guidance. .She was the biggest Earner there and much in Demand by a list of loyal Devotees, with her own Fan Page..and Tips Galore..She made twice what I made in a good evening but she had a huge pair of Jugs that enthralled all Men that passed Her..

She handed me a pack of Chiklets, branded Firey Bitch, a taste of Cinnamon and a kick to it..it was laced with Something..I did not know what exactly…but I went in, took my Blouse off and got ready for my first John.. A series of Men came by and I got it down to about 32 seconds to make them Come..The puckered lips no doubt helped but Sherry suggested I get big tits installed and maybe some Ear Piercings for Bimbo Earings and a Tongue Piercing, as she had...Also, lose those glasses..she took them, threw them on the Floor and crushed them under her Stilettos..You ll thank me later Sissy...Who needs Glasses to do this Job? Your days of reading the Globe & Mail or Wall Street Journal are behind you Silly Cocksucker...just focus on those Dicks and get em off and salivate when you see a Cock and engulf its Semen..We ll make you a good cocksucker yet in time..it takes Practice and dedication...Bonne chance ce soir..She had just returned from Paris for a 3 day Orgy around some soccer game...and she had learned a few French Words to seduce Her Pretenders.

After about 3.5hours of cock-sucking, I was famished and Mistress Debbie served me 2 Hot Dogs, handed me $470, half of the $940 I had earned and let me worship her Stilettos and her Pussy..for 30 minutes while she was on the Phone while toking on her Joint.

I need your Help Sissy...You can earn back that $470 you just forfeited..just run an errand for me...just a Delivery, 2 actually...Go to this address, remit this package and tomorrow at 6 Am , you give the second package to the Incoming Crew..Its weed..I suggest you sleep there and avoid having to commute back and forth needlessly..with some luck, the Men will feed you..its a Construction site, the Guard will let you in, Go to the 8th Floor..ask for Jaimee...give em the Package, explain the second delivery, ask him where to sleep.

I headed there as Instructed, made the delivery and fell asleep on the raw concrete floor when I was suddenly awakened by a Policeman and some sniffer dogs…

The Guard called us, saw you while touring the Premises..What are you Doing Here?

Just visited a Friend and fell asleep… Who exactly? A Guy called Jaimee…

They left , made a few calls, came back and said..Come with Us..we ll take you into the Station...clear this Up...they seemed courteous, respectful and did not handcuff me..At the station, they looked through my Purse, had me empty my Pockets...the Parcel of 5 ounces of Kush , the $970, some Condoms, some Chicklets, tested and found to be laced with LSD.

They booked me, mug-shopped ,me, finger-printed me and I slept for 4 hours until Me Jacoby showed up..an attorney I was told to call ..and I had his Business Card..she was the attorney Firm used by Mistress Debbies Girls whenever they got into trouble..

What possessed you?..asked Me Jacoby to sleep there? What were you thinking? ..You were supposed to make a Delivery..What Happened? I explained it All and he said..Its your First Felony so It should be easy to get you out on Bail..There is a charge for possession, one for for Solicitation, a charge for Illegal Trespassing, Weed Trafficking and a Charge for Weed Possession..I ll try to get it reduced to Misdemeanour, Sollicitation, Trespassing and Weed Possession...the solicitation charge I may not be able to undo, given your slutty Attire and Demeanour.

So, Give me two hours...my Paralegal will take care of the Paperwork and come get you when Done.

At Noon, I finally was released and I felt tired, slutty and dirty..now being on the registrar of People booked for Solliciting...I went home and went into a deep sleep after eating 3 Eggs Easy Over with Toast, no Coffee..

At around 6 PM, I got awakened by a powerful throb in my Anus...it meant, I needed to check my Emails..

An Email from Mistress Laura, now inconspicuously coming from from MRS LAURA…

It said ...Protocol Zebulon will have to be activated in your Case...because your Status of Felon now calls for new rules of engagement..Most Emails you will get henceforth are Ai, RoboCalls and any association with Mistress Laura must be dissimulated because her Organization does not tolerate Felons in her entourage as it may tarnish her Image as Socialite of the Rich and famous Jet set that she frequents.

Your rôle therefore needs to be redefined..Wait for further Instructions...Me Jacoby and her Assistant will visit you tomorrow at 8 PM..Be dressed in your Latex Dress and camisole..make sure your Makeup and HairDo are spotless..You have all day to get cleaned up, get some Rest in the meantime. You have scheduled appointments at 2 Pm for a Perm and Permanent Lip Gloss..we cant have you looking unkempt..

I went to the salon where the Girls by now, knew me..They got a thrill from seeing my Chastity Device and they teased me and giggled throughout while offering me Capuccinos.
My new permanent lip gloss gave me shiny Cocksucker lips, ready for Action..and hopefully higher tips and better Cock Response to these luscious and shiny lips..I looked forward to showing them off to Sherry and get her Insights on silly Cock Sucker topics. I also got that tongue piercing finally, and there was now nothing to hold me back from my greatness as a top-performing silly cocksucker.

However, I did notice that my Words now came out kind of slurred with an Emphasis on S and P ..the only to words I could say clearly was To suck or not to suck, zat is ze Question...Penis, Dick, John, Obey, Submit, Lick, Thank you Mister, With my more limited Vocabulary...and I no longer longed to exhibit my Verbal Inadequacies...my oral skills now elewhere in the physical realm, unperturbed by deep thoughts.

I took the Bus home in my shiny outfit and one of the Neighbors saw me coming back while he mowed the Lawn and looked at Me inquisitively...His Dog ran after me, I think it recognized me...and it followed me to my House entrance. The Car I had had a Denver Boot on it...and a Notice was posted on the windshield.. pursuant to article 35.2….and per Bail provisions...car impounded as Surety..etc..I could not read it fully or comprehend coz I no longer had Glasses to read..

At 8 Pm. Me Jacoby showed up, elegantly dressed , in her attorney suit, with a Briefcase in Hand , followed by 2 of her assistants..Shortly, after, two other women showed up, also looking professionally-attired. They all looked elegant and high-prized professionals.. I wondered what caused the sudden pilgrimage to my House..

TO BE CONTINUED

Looking for Miss Right on the Interwet...by Allexcited69, how he failed in the class of Ms Napoleon Jill..

Warning: this story is a figment of my imagination. All characters, places, venues are made up and fictional. The story revolves around a lonely Slave looking for Mistress Right on the internet.
Some scenes contain raw language, southern slang, explicit sex and some verbal violence and humiliation. Reproduction of this story is prohibited without the express consent of the Author.

Keywords of this story: Female Dominance, female-led relationships, chastity, tease and denial, total power exchange, Southern Slang expressions,
sales methods, enrollment, eco-villages, permaculture, veganism, Georgia, Yankee, Redneck, Correction, whipping, conditioning, obedience, granny, smoking, begging, Zone, depression, bi-polar, boots, leather, total power exchange, social realities, trends,
Slave, mistress, FemDom., collar, whip, shoe-wax, bondage, masochism, black corsets, Mistress, gaga, licking pussy, oral worship, fantasies other dreams

There I was on another rainy Autumn day with my dick in my hands. lost in the alleys of the Interwet, this time I gravitated to tumblr to see some graphic images of a dom dishing out a whipping to chastity wearing obedient slaves. I could nt say that I was living a life of abundance but hey, we were in the midst of an economic depression, with no jobs, no funds. What else could I do . I lit up my bong and inhaled deeply.

The THC was getting to me. I hadn t smoked in a few days and I loved the sensation when you truly relax, let go, get into the Zone, the subspace zone of a male slave that is on his knees, begging his Mistress to let him lick her boots or worship at her altar.

I loved women,money, nice cars a lot but none were gravitating to me. The law of attraction had failed me miserably or maybe my obsession with femdom would one day lead me into a true life of submission to a powerful women, possibly somebody coaching her Clients into empowerment and feeling good about herself while having her boot on my dick...and keeping me in a cage in the basement of her mansion.

I had toyed with the idea of coaching myself and had attended various seminars in California and was thinking of relocating there.

This week, I attended a series of on-line hangouts by some coaching lionesses. They were coaching a bunch of girls and women into empowering their lives, from claiming what was theirs, from realizing the full value for their services.It was all good and I am for the empowerment of women, of kids, of dogs...of all of us.
Empowerment means different things to different people but there
were bound to be abuses in any Power Dynamic, be it in business or personal. As long as people were put under pressure, the stress built up and Sex and Sports were still the remedy brought down to us by the Romans, two powerful triggers in releasing our stress. My mojo had been low but I had decided that i needed to step up my game, get my mojo back in gear. I was about 30 lbs overweight which made me self-conscious. I felt fat, inadequate and lame.

I always get stress, pain , whippings mixed up. ..so the story is about all three of these but still lots of sex or desire for sex.

I was one of the lone men who had somehow been accepted into this scholarship (free) program..a crash program delivered every two days. . There were two types of Coaches in this world, I was told ; the 97% who earned less than 10k per year and then the 3% of stars that captivated their audience and made 6 f or 7 figure annual incomes. i needed to step up my game and above all decide what type of coach I wanted to be.

However, my postings on the Facebook for this teaching group were completely ignored and the girls were having a Sister party. They responded with love, empathy to all the female postings with words of encouragement. For me, this program was an exercise in powerlessness, a form of humiliation I despised yet craved at the same time. I knew deep down that I could be powerful any time I chose to so this was a lesson in humility that the universe had sent my way.

So, I felt like the plant that somebody forgot to water.

The URL links for the homework were not made available to me so I felt even more marginalized and powerless.

Was this intentional on their part. I started fantasizing about me serving them drinks, while naked and collared, in their live workshop sessions.While there, they were either ignoring me or giggling, I was not allowed to talk and my gaze was to be kept well below their waist...preferably on the the boots of Alexis, a lawyer turned hippie. But no, this cant be right because hippies dont wear high boots...rather they were sandals...lol.

My fantasies were always filled with incongruities like that which made it hard to manifest anything but a boner.

Without the assignments, about archetypes and moneymaps, I felt like a tourist in Egypt. I basically got about 50% of the highly technical discussions about hourly rates and how they were obtained. It was all about monetizing your pussy, your booty. Since I had neither, I felt kind of excluded. Most of their talk revolved about their visions, their game plans, their current versus perfected or unlimited pricing, the target clients and the leader of the group is a this self-affirmed hippie that put out a strong FemDom vibe. It sounded like a workshop for gold diggers that put on an air of empathy, compassion and sustainability , permaculture, retreats , as long as you were a woman. The girls were cogitating their money plans. As you will find out by reading this story, there is nothing more dangerous than a woman with a smile.

I felt a bit like Mr Cellophane, a character in the musical Chicago that felt like he was transparent and invisible. I felt like I didn t matter, didn t fit in, powerless, unloved and beaten down. I did post the youtube of it on their site but it was completely ignored.
I know now how the Palestinians or other oppressed people must feel like.

After my fix of THC , I fell into dreams of a different flavor,regaining my stillness, my inner harmony, a better tomorrow, a simpler life in the woods, maybe in a tiny house in an eco-village in Indiana, Colorado or Oregon or in some Mongolian Yurt on some raised wood deck, overlooking a lake in a beautiful forest. A place where time stood still, where flies could be heard, where my Mistress, wrapped in eco -lankets, was asking me to put more wood into the wood stove to keep her enchanted vegan body from catching cold.

When I am stoned, I become bolder. So it was that night. that I said to myself . I must <> and do as Thoreau had said: >>Go into the direction of your dreams and the universe shall somehow conspire to make your vision into a reality in uncommon ways ...<<

I fell into tumblr in the femdom section, my default mode when I get into a reactive slave mindset....

On the one side of the page was a side..picture of a Mistress in boots, holding a whip. It was an ad for a Femdom Dating Site. I clicked on it, got transported there, registered, verified my email , downloaded a picture, set up my profile and was ready to go to sleep hoping that tomorrow Serendipity would in some way surprise me.

I heard another Coach of mine say to me this week : <

The Journey of a Slave ...by Allexcited69 alias Miss Valerie Dubois

Warning...This tale deals with harsh FemDom, BDSM , Adult Content. It is the diary of a Slave s Journey into Servitude..into the Realm of Subspace and Submission...into craving Humiliation, Pain, Abstinence, Chastity and living to please my Mistress or her playmates or to submit to her Hypnosis and getting enthralled by Lust, Longing and the cruel perfection of my Mistresses.
So, I checked out the Link, changed, coz all in this story is Fiction..be it the Mistresses, the places or Events..It is one possible, plausible outcome...but it is purely imaginary, the fruit of my longing for Something Else..Something Deeper, something with elements of Veneration and Spirituality...

So there I was, browsing through my Emails when I stumbled upon a response to a Program of Living Ones Best Life, beyond Imagination, beyond Measure to previous expectations, helping you get r id of limiting beliefs that hold you back..

I scheduled a Zoom Call which I realized later was a prerecorded Webina r, attempted to engage and with text messages to query about all my personal Biometrics and Situation.

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Strangely, enough , one of the Questionaires demanded my Height, my Weight, my Waist and Breast measurements, the size of my Dick, limp, then erect...we must know everything about you..tell us who are your Fantasy Female Idols, your most haunting Visions, your Expectations from our Program. The underlining theme is one of Surrender, Obedience and Submission..it will enable us to custom-tailor a Program specific to your needs..

The Webinar started by Mistress Lara exposing the Benefits of Being Controlled and Dominated in ways you never imagined, through repeated Hypnosis...in your new Path of Submission and pleasure...Eager to experience that only I can provide.

The First step of the Program...is ordering the Challenger Belt...a full high-tech belt, that allowed Remote Control, Remote Locking or Unlocking...and buying a kit of accessories that included Dildoes, Strapons and Buttplugs...I found out upon opening the Parcel Post.

When you receive this, follow all the Instructions..Program the NIP into your Phone or Laptop, then surrender the Access t o Mistress Lara to the account. Then email me..I am fully belted and enhabled, I am fully enhanced t o serve you without Hesitation..Whats next Mistress? Add a Picture with your previous Name ..and your desired Femme Name...below..

A few hours later, I got an email from Miss Lara

Are you willing to Enroll?
We want you living your Best Life
And Exporing Other Possibles..
If so, click here to Enroll
See you on the Other Side
In the closed Forum with lots Of Audio Tapes and training materials

It appears that every sissy, whether embracing it part-time or as a permanent lifestyle, harbors an intense desire to be revealed and acknowledged in her sissified form.
The allure of public exposure acts like a powerful elixir for the sissy, and the longing intensifies with each instance of humiliation.
The continuous taunting and ridicule, directed at her appearance and behavior, only deepen this need. Picture an individual, once an adult male, now willingly or forcibly opting to dress and live as a Sissy sand Bimbo, eager to please.
We will provide you Venues where your Sissy Side can Blossom into one of utter Debasement and Humilation..such is our Task..we believe in You and will guide you on your sissy jorney, one step at a time...
Your choices are those of a sissy. an Adolescent Bimbo Mindset. With little in Foresight or Planning..you yearn for yearn for Food, Sex, drugs, like most silly cocksuckers that get programmed and shown their just station in life and make sure you stay there..

For you to stay true to your desires and wishes to become the best sissy you can be..
Embrace your new Power as a Bimbo Sissy and Become self-employed
That is our Idea of Freedom
Along the way, we ll install a few piercings, tattoes and nipple ringshat Go along with the Requirements of your station in Life.of the Job requirements as Bimboe and ShowGirl....maybe some big Jugs...and some luscious pouty Fuck Me Lips also...Bimboes need to look slutty and fuckable even to the timid...ha ha ...A Slut is Made..the Slut mindset is acquired through Continuous debasement, Humiliation which drives you deeper into submission..its a Loop that Becomes Obsessive...from Ass worship to Cock Worship to Getting Pegged..its a Bimbo Slut Existence really..they are Artists and their body is the canvass of their adventures..ha ha
Your Corset training will also be intense as we try to shape you into a Diva..Whalebones are meant for Better Posture...Sissies need Posture although they get continually debased..they need to look Fresh and fuckable at all times..So permanent makeup is the answer..look slick even after a night of gang Bangs sucking cock..and getting it all over you..
Theres Pain in being Beautiful sometimes, like those 4 inch Stilettoes that can give you Leg Cramps..But Dont despair coz Everything is Figuroutable...We will give you entire scripts in how to seduce Men..and give you on-the-job training..connect you with networks of clients..that is our promise Also.
If you Join, you are instantly part of a Vast FemdOm and Sissy Sorority Community sharing Ideas and Lubricants.. Tricks and resources...How to set up your MyFan Pages..how to suck off a German and many more tips...inside the Academy.
Slut talk is also our weekly podcast where slut concerns and Innovations are discussed..coz we cant stop technology...and Mistreeses will also discuss the femDom manuals, scripts and affirmations for you Bimboes and Sissy Faggots out there..Also, each Slave needs and is assigned a Keymaster. An Accountabilty Partner, a Mistress..That is the Pillar of our system..
We understand Sissies and know how to program them…

TO BE CONTINUED

If it be your will.. and other Mediterranean dreams

Warning:
The story deals with offensive language and coarse subject matter , is purely fictional and is restricted for an Adult Audience. It deals with topics like Chastity, Mind Control, Longing, Femdom, Cuckolding , Penis Envy And Other Mind Games between a Mistress and her Slave.

''If you want a lover....I ‘ll do anything.. You' ll ask of me...,...I' ll wear a leather mask for you.. ..I' m your man.....the Leonard Cohen song was resonating in this splendid villa overlooking the Mediterranean.'' I' ll howl at your beauty.....I' ll tear at your sheet .. Please I ‘m your Man...If you want to walk the street alone.. I'll disappear for you.''

>>The Moon s too bright....the chain's too tight... I' ll crawl to you baby... I ‘ d say.. Please...I' m your Man. >>

The water was such a perfect blue and I was busy whitewashing the outside while you read the New York times and chatted on the phone. Your unfinished croissant and coffee made it clear in my mind that you were just a work in process...a beautiful one albeit. .

''I know you had to lie to me. I know you had to cheat...I m good at love ..I m good at hate.. ..You look good....you really do. If you were there, I‘ kneel for you ..a thousands kisses deep. ''

''I loved you with my frozen love and my second hand physique...''

As I was working under the strong sunlight of this arid Greek Island, , I would think about the humility of such words. The humility of a Slave....of immense love that was unlimited, that was pure... that was beautiful.

The ferryboats were passing by in the Distance. I could smell the lemon trees from the distant shore of the Peloponnesus ...'' She fed me tea and oranges.. You want to travel with her.. You' ve touched her perfect body with your mind'' I was taking in the scene , that perfect harbor, children in the morning, that probably propelled Leonard Cohen to write such masterpieces.

My chastity belt certainly kept me humble. It was one of my devilish contraptions and it would pinch me whenever I started to get erect. My Mistress was now lying on the Chaise longue, in all her splendour..on a blue towel. Her skin was so perfect. The hairs around the mound of her pussy... and those perfect pussy lips were giving me the obsession to lick that perfect pussy in this perfect place.. while she fed me the crumbs of her croissant with those perfect fingers .

I had already brought her to 3 orgasms this morning and I felt proud that it gave her such pleasure.The lotion that covered her perfect body had a lemony taste and as I was kissing my way up her legs , under her knees, I started to go deep into a subspace...so restful..so tender/ ..and so perfect.

My Mistress had decided to become a blond again.. .albeit a dirty blond. .Her night on the town had led her to roam the narrow alleys of the medina type village. She had shopped, she had giggled and she had feasted. The evening ended in a discotheque and she called me on my cel to say that she wanted to hear my voice before she fucked Costas, a young and strong fisherman she had met at the port the other day.

Mistress Said '' How do you feel in your cage?.. Does it feel good to know that I ‘ll get fucked , while the massive doses of Viagra I gave you, will maybe try to create a slight stir in your chastity device. Stay nice and soft for me and I' ll feel less guilty getting fucked by this young man with this perfect body and this perfect dick....hihi.. Is there anything you wish to say to me ..my Slave? . '' Just enjoy yourself.. Mistress and take it up your ass for me..I look forward in cleaning out your various orifices in the morning and kneeling before your perfect body in the morning ..Mistress'' I said.

''That a good slave.''.Mistress said.

'' Don't forget to milk yourself before going to sleep. I want a full cup of your sperm in the morning. I ‘ll make you drink it. Would you like that?'' she said with a squirm. ''.Yes Mistress..very much so..''. I said.

''How do you feel now Slave.??.''she asked.with a cruel giggle and some hesitation'' .. Very submissive and very greatful that you are my Mistress. You have the most perfect Body Mistress.'' No I meant to ask ... .Do you feel like a woman yet ?..she asked

'' ..because you're not. You ll never be a woman. You' ll always just be a Sissy... an imperfect creature with all my wants and all my desires but lacking the equipment .. So imperfect. Her voice had a hypnotic ring to it '' You're just good enough top crawl at my feet with your limp dick in your chastity.. If you re hungry, just suck on the dick mounted on the cage wall, suck like your life depended on it..hihi''..

''SUCK IT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT AND THINK OF ME..GETTING FUCKED THOROUGHLY..OKAY MY LOSER...DONT WAIT UP FOR ME HIHI.. JUST SIT THERE AND GRIND YOUR ASS INTO THE FLOOR- MOUNTED PENIS AND YOU' LL FEEL A BIT WHAT I LL FEEL TONIGHT...,FEEL THE FULLNESS OF A STIFF AND YOUNG COCK..OPENING YOU , PENETRATING YOU, so eager TO POSSESS...TO EXPLODE INSIDE OF YOU!...<, How does it feel to be so helpless, chained like an animal, obsessed by me and my body....How does it feel..my Slave.. <>hihi.... ''Now taste the juice from the penis in the cage.. my Slave..Do it now..'' Yes Mistress. ''

I did and it tasted like Musk crossed with my Mistresses pussy juices as well as a slight medicinal taste that made me lick the penis with passion and envy. '' Imagine << ..she said.. that you are licking COSTAS penis so that he can mount me.... Does that float your boat..hihi .'' . She said with her sarcastic mix of disdain and humor.

'' Do you feel jealous Slave? '' No Mistress'' as you said.. ''I have no right to be jealous anymore'' Please tell me the truth Slave .. Do you feel jealous deep down? ''..she queried.. << YES MISTRESS I do. But as you said, you' re no longer my wife. You' re just my Mistress and I am one of your slaves and have no proprietary rights over you. '' Good Slave. It 's finally sinking in.'' she said.

'' That' s so right.. she said.. You' re not even a Cuckold because cuckoldry is an outdated term reserved for fully functional men that get betrayed by their lecherous wives. This is not our case. You' re just my Foot-slave and your job is too be obsessed with me, so much so that you' ll do anything I' ll ask of you. When I ask, whenever I ask >.Slave.
>> Yes Mistress!''

'' Let us be clear..Slave ! You are the one that wanted to walk on this trail of Slavery and Female domination.., and now there is no turning back.. ... I was reluctant at first. But you were right....This way it ‘s clearly better for everybody . I feel free and horny and I get fucked when and with whom I like. I get to get off while you are there longing, frustrated and in denial. You no longer have to worry about Erectile Dysfunction. It just makes me so wet to know that a young dick will fuck me tonight while you are there sucking that penis in a dark cage . ..alone and with a shaft up your Sissy Ass..'' she said as she giggled.

'' Remember Slave. .. Tomorrow, is a big day for you! .. It' s the day of your Final Insanity hearing..and in the afternoon it's the cross-examination by your psychiatrist. ''

'' In Court, you will try to avoid all eye contact as you are nothing but a worm. Always look at my heels and imagine that you are licking them clean while COSTAS is shafting you thoroughly ..Are we all clear on that ..Slave?..'' '' Yes Mistress! ''I said without much enthousiasm. '' .. Your answers.. .should always sound unclear, hesitant and irrational ...and start rambling on about the garden.... Always act polite and subservient. Remember your secret garden is my pussy..when I let you have it. ! Only you and I know that. ..'' Hihi ... You ll do anything to suck that pusssy....right or any other pussy or penis I ask you to lick. Slave, won't you ? '' Yes Mistress'' I replied with excitement.

'' Good. Finally I hear some passion and maybe some signs of penis envy....''
'' Answer the questions in Court as we rehearsed them by saying ''I' m not sure....I don't know...I don' t remember or just stare and don't answer until prodded again. That vway you ll come across as really stupid that needs the protection of the state as well as my full protection as custodian.. Don't deny raping Angelina. The DNA proof is all there.''

''We all know that you've been Deemed a Sexual Predator and that s why the court-ordered chastity is there.. . If all else fails, don't hesitate to cry...As the song that s playing in your dungeon now '' You' re a woman now.'', '' Answer in a foreign language...if necessary Say stuff like ''My head hurts when I think....just put your thumb in your mouth and imagine it ‘ s Costa s dick or the heel of my boot.''

''Don't be so cock sure of anything except that you're now just cock and pussy envious Sissy Slut<< with little self - control. That s who you‘ve now become, the perfect Sissy- Slave. It s what you wanted initially and it s what I want for you now, Is that clear?'' '' Yes Mistress'' I said

She said '' I'll hypnotize you now and tomorrow again and you'll remember little else . . 1-2-3 ..Most of the time, I just want YOU LOOKING DREARY, RESTLESS and WORRIED with a blank stare in your face like nobody' s home. .. can you do that for me Slave.. Are you excited to be in Court.. I am and it gets me so wet knowing that you' ll be fully dependent on me . I want to hear you beg more often>. ''

'' I want you to channel any jealousy into yet greater submission towards me. I want you feeling truly humiliated and humbled by Costa s handiwork and the court proceedings, just imagine that you re kneeling in front of my perfect body .''

''...As the sperm runs out of your dick, you' ll feel even more powerless and so submissive, so wimpy , so sissy-like and sexually exhausted and drained .....As if you‘ve just been fucked by Costas '' Yes Mistress., I said.

''Does it excite you to wear these sheer stockings with this tight corset...remember to feel more like a Sissy...Act more like a Sissy!'' Yes Mistress ..I truly do!

'' You're such a pathetic loser, just an old and tired Cum-sissy-slut after a sleepless night of desperate longing for my perfect body .... and wishing for a more simple life....where there is no , eye contact, no assets....no decisions, just my heels to lick, my cum- drenched pussy to clean for breakfast....just lots of house cleaning, toilet fixing, painting, crawling . I'll let you have the cum-soaked crumbs of my Croissant and you'll eat out of my hands like a Dog with compulsion and excitement. Would you like that. '' '' YES- Mistress '' I said with eagerness!

<> .. '' Yes Mistress, I would feel privileged.. ''

>>Oh so sweet of you.. ..but just cut those 100$ words>. Those are not Slave words>>I think I' ll have to gag you more often..<< Privileged<< ..Who do you think you are...a judge on the Privy Counsel or maybe the Queen of England'' Just say..'' As you wish Mistress''. ''As you wish Mistress'' I meekly said.

''Let me hear you beg some more for my Perfect Body!'' ..and then the phone went dead. Hallelujah..I thought alone in this cage, yet happy and grateful to have a Beautiful Mistress that understood me so well. .

TO BE CONTINUED

Rainy Days in Amsterdam by Allexcited69

THE STORY IS PURELY A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL LIFE OR REAL PEOPLE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. THE STORY DEALS WITH FEMDOM FANTASIES, CHASTITY AND LOVE AND IS MEANT FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY.

It was rainy November here in Amsterdam.

I had heard of all the wild things of this place and I was vying for a taste of it. I checked the Internet for the fetish/BDSM scene and I came upon a Mistress that lived on a houseboat . Her specialities were Fetish, Femdom, Spanking , Humiliation and Anal play. It sounded quite scary. I had often fantasized about visiting such a ProDom with my wife present but I never had the balls to go through with it.

I had gone to one of the famous coffee shops to obtain something to smoke and get me high. The menu had marijuana from 8 different countries and Hashich from as many. After ordering a large Heineken, I asked the good-looking waitress to roll me a joint as I was quite clumsy in this regard. She told me that lighting up pot or hashich was legal in Amsterdam but that smoking tobacco inside was illegal. I found it re-assuring that some things were still illegal in Amsterdam.

I had heard of slave auctions, fetish balls, and all kinds of sexual variations in this tolerant metropolis of kink. The smoking temporarily put me into a mood of greater playfulness and I called the number of the Pro-Domme to set up a session or two. She suggested that we book a Dungeon Room in a nearby Amsterdam hotel where the session could be held in greater confort and security.

I quickly agreed and just hoped that my wife would go along with my plan. I told her about my wife s reluctance. They said it was typical. I had seen in some famous FemDom magazines, interviews of Mistresses, techniques and tools and procedures, proper to the Dutch, had convinced me more than once that the Dutch were a convivial, although frugal in kind, generous in spirit like the great merchants that once colonized all of the Earth as far away as Indonesia.

The beautification of the Dutch people had occurred when they sailed, they conquered and they fornicated overseas ...and fornicate they did having at least 8 children and being today a thoroughly pussy-wipped monarchistic republic.

It seemed like << unimagined torments by of cruelest the and handcuffs whips, masks devices, chastity with Domination Female submission frontiers more once to initiatives took we when surprised quite in were Yet, dildos.. is heels its turns, twists, night Amsterdam penetrating envision us impossible.

The Dutch plan went something as follows: 1. Inform 2. Charge 3. Explain 4. Demonstrate/Convince/persuade 5. Subjugate. Through intense pain, Cocl and Ball torture (CBT ) and other mental anguish. ..boosted by the local drugs available but always staying clear of cocaine which we feel is a bad drug' just too nasty and self-destructive. However the motto here is push the envelope a step further, go into the UnForeseen , Be Brave and Get thoroughly pussy-whipped. At the moment, I was smoking something called Smiling Buddha from local grown marijuana. The waitress was licking the joint that she had just rolled for me and my wife stood by looking angrily at the scene.

My thinking for tonight is if you re going to be enslaved any time soon, than you may as well be salivating, kneeling and bootlicking a sexy and good-looking Goddess that she personified. Always holier. always wiser....so I hoped !

At one dinner with my wife, finally, the topic of Female Domination came up again as my current lover, a Moroccan girl with luscious and generous breasts, with the face of an Angel and red blood hair with a Mediterranean, character for torture.

It usually involved a lot of screaming, emotional explosions, and playing the martyr type of woman. She clearly loved me too much, she suffered and screamed because of me. I was a hands-on kind of guy , often building, or convincing some judge in family court of the injustices of this world.

I guess I needed an Attitude adjustment having tried everything at least once and always was willing to try something that would leave me in awe, impressed, seduced but in the end, thoroughly bamboozled and changed for the better. Despite the tough talk of most Dominatrixes, I was convinced that they all had a soft spot for somebody that would leave himself/herself so open to their eventual abuse, so vulnerable and at the same time naíve, childlike and defenceless.

I also came to the realization that my relationship with Moona was at a crossroads. I was willing to let go totally, be in her full control, get whipped, chained and humiliated if she so desired. All I could prey and hope for is that, at the end of the day, she would finally shed her anger, her remorse, and all the feelings of victim hood that she had carried around all those years, like a traveller burdened by some heavy luggage.

I wanted Moona to age gracefully like Katherine Hepburn or Grace Kelly and finally be happy and at peace. My experiment was to challenge Moona to at last take control of her life, to feel totally unrestrained and to discover her true calling, whatever it was. Had she decided to be a lion-tamer and join the circus, or a Mother Theresa helping the sick somewhere in the heights of Guatemala or Africa, I could deal with it and be her obedient servant, hopefully like a dignified butler that is there to support, shine her boots and pay daily homage to her.

She would therefore be the one wearing the pants, ordering the meals in restaurants handle all the money issues and penetrate or torment me at her leisure. She would be a totally free woman, fornicating at all hours with other men while I was completely chastised and humbled. So was it to be my fate or so I imagined. Things would be quite different.

I would be left to clean out the stables or act as her corseted housemaid and keep the floors shiny. Only she could wear the pants, tease me relentlessly or just ignore me totally for days on end. She could discipline me, whip me and occasionally milk me or have me masturbate in my naked state and mere inches from her shiny boots.

Also, we all agreed that I needed a serious attitude-adjustment. I had to learn to kneel, to give reverence and always act like an object of Desire for my Mistress...She had a hippy side to her and I could imagine her in the 1960s mood when innocence, child-like curiosity about topics like Co-ops, drugs, sex and abortion rights defined the day!

At that time, it was the glorious beginning then of Female Domination, of shedding of old religious values .….an era of massive brainwashing and mass consumerism, something miraculous occured to the economy when all that human imagination was let run free.. true liberation after years of war and dictatorship bringing with it freedom of speech, of expression, of self:

Who am I and why am I looking at Total Power Exchange. I am a somewhat bored 53 year-old Canadian, who runs regularly to Morrocco, to Europe and of course Amsterdam with its canals, its world-class museums as well as a passion for learning, for exploring, of great history and culture, that I miss here in parts of Canada and the US. On the other hand, I feel very American in my pragmatic no-nonsense approach with an egalitarian mindframe.

I long and dream sometimes of the days of Jacques Kirouac, who believed in freedom but who had the sole of a vagabond...a breath of fresh air, fresh ideas and before the dawn of Modernism, Political Correctness and the ever faster internet and email driven world.

Politcial Correctness had been redefined in Quebec to the point that the middle-aged white man now was becoming the minority and was threatened by the new and young from Asia , or from latin America or Europe and also pushed aside and marginalized by the feminist movement in Corporate America,

Here in Canada, most white males had become meek and obedient but very productive, yet a minority had become rebellious, querulous and delinquent.

Most women of course preferred the wild ones as they usually were better lovers. The wild ones fucked better but became quickly un-manageable. The cross-fornication of all of world species eventually would solve racial discrimination in a decade. Eventually, there would be integrated communities with zero ghettoes, no more fences, just a Goodness toward the next person and hopefully no more useless wars.

What was left to do for a middle-aged babyboomer. Have some fun and look to experiment , to grow, to regress, and even to become dumb, to do thngs differently if one so desired.

Never have so many men changed their gender or have sex changes, used hormones even growing two BB breasts and wanting to experience part of their existence as a different person, as a woman, a maid or a slave…or ideally all three combined. So I once suggested exploratory sessions to my Psychiatrist and later to my wife/Mistress who wasn’t really a Mistress but a stressed-out spouse, impatient and choleric by temperament, good-natured , sometimes ambitious, often laid back like most Mediterranean’s and she showed some potential if she listened more to her inner voice and would trust her gut instinct more. Her scientific and Cartesian approach, due to her scientific background made it difficult for her to admit being wrong.

She had become sick of my ramblings-on and vice-versa. Our relationship was at the point of rupture ..just the part before we head for the divorce courts...so I said ..why not try something new.. I always said that I’ll try everything at least once… but it was that cocky side....the Guy who had become a petit Bourgeois. ..Narrow in his everyday interests and narrow in spirit.

My attitude was no longer that of a winner! It was that of a gambler...who rolled the dice and maybe could lose all he had: his fame, his fortune and all his liberty.

My wife said and as instructed, the next day I booked the Dungeon, the Cage, the full BDSM suite on one of Amsterdam Canals along with not one but two dominatrixes. My wife was of the very jealous kind and she would raise her pricks of steel when rightly irritated. Maybe business for the Doms had been slow….so I thought. I had played so many mind games in my life...that now , I only wished to enjoy the show, to fornicate, and have a good time...like the rest of us.

There is nothing wrong with being entrepreneurial... as I was to learn as these two Dominatrixes, together, were invincible in their procedures to seduce and ultimately completely take me over and manipulate….and wring me around their little fingers...litterally speaking.

Sometimes I believed that my wife’s passion and intensity required somebody sacrifice himself for the Community of this Marriage, especially when her anger and impatience was unleashed.

She could become more calculating and yet more dangerous and had a short fuse, being easily aggravated. Sending her to a Mental Institution would be cruel and unusual punishment but the thought had occurred to me more than once. I just admired and loved her as all beautiful women and I would probably lick most women’s boots if they asked me to.

These Two Dominatrixes were extremely beautiful and currently already brainwashing and pussy-whipping all the obedient Admirers, blinded by their lecherous intents, with their sermons, their Speeches...on their interwet site. At the last minute, the venue was changed from houseboat to a nearby hotel, more convenient for all but less unusual.

The Session.
As I came into the hotel room , the Dominatrix said in a harsh voice:
‘’DEAR SLAVE…DOWN ON THE FLOOR NOW ‘’ as she pointed her gloved finger at the floor. She was amazingly self-confident and exuded a raw and sheer female Power that left me speechless.
They turned around and talked to my wife , ignoring my presence while they giggled and whispered.

Then, they suddenly turned around and saw what I was doing. I was clearly excited and masturbating discreetly …. I knew it was wrong but I meant to provoke their anger, their quest for discipline, their natural habit for dominating me totally. I hoped that their harsh attitude would rub off on my wife and that she would eventually learn what was a Dominant Female: stern, harsh and sometimes merciless but always self-confident, sexy and in full control.

All three women smiled and seemed satisfied for a nano-second. I could read it in their eyes. ‘’Clearly, he is enjoying it...it excites him..look at him he is salivating’’....my angry wife said. ‘’ He masturbates too much and when I demand attention....then he is tired....or too exhausted…or some other lame excuse. ‘’ The Blond said I think I’ll practice my French : ‘’ TU N ES QU `UN MISERABLE ! Comment oses tu . tu sera esclave maintenant et pour toujours . On te montrera c’est quoi etre un esclave de ses desirs.’’ she said. She was too angry to impress me. Angry people are weak. Only Weakness projects into Anger doesn’t it?..or so I believed.

The tall Dom said to my wife, now my Mistress, ‘’ He clearly lacks discipline….the self-control..’’ as she giggled. ‘’This must be punished harshly with the whip’’.

‘’ He must know that this is totally unworthy and unacceptable for a Slave.He must be chastised at once’’

They all left for about 5 minutes in the room next door . When they re-emerged , the three of them had a devilish smile on their face. The tall one handed me a Seven up bottle and two pills, a white one and a blue one. ‘’Now drink up at once. Now get completely undressed- Slave.’’
Then she slapped me and said ‘’Say Yes Mistress’’. ‘’Yes Mistress’’ ..I quickly said.

A slave should always be at floor level when her Mistress is present. Also don`t look us into the eyes but fix your gaze at our boots. ‘’Would you like to lick your Mistresses boots. If so, beg her now to let you lick them..’’.

I started to feel drowsy all of a sudden and I heard her voice resonating in my head like she was in my head...yet she wasn’t. Her voice had a hypnotic effect on me. ‘’ You are now very tired. You now feel totally immobile and helpless. You feel that you need to be told what to do. ..what to think. You are now going deeply into ever deeper levels of simplicity. You want to hear simple words, simple orders. ‘’

Sometimes, you feel more like an animal in heat eaten up by the heat of desire for your wife’s pussy…at other times, you`ll feel like an insect.. ..so insignificant and liable to be quashed without warning. You feel deeply ashamed by your lust and embarrassed by it. The more you try to deny your lust , the more it takes over all your thoughts. You feel more and more obsessed by her. You are afraid that she will leave you. You need her to tell you what to do. She is no longer your wife but you well now address her as Mistress’’.

‘’From now on, you will not be able to say No to her. All her wishes, her whims and her desires are your orders and you will do the utmost to execute them without question. Your insecurity is caused by your inadequate little penis…so small...yet so excited. You long to lick her boots, her pussy, her boots and yet feel so inadequate and ashamed. You now understand that your Mistress needs real men, strong and manly, not a weak and precarious insect or slave . ‘’

‘’You long to be more like your Mistress, so feminine, so graceful, walking in high heels and sheer silk stockings down the street behind your Mistress. Everybody is looking at you. You feel ashamed. Yet it excites you to please your Mistress. You feel reassured by her firm control. You need and long to obey her, to worship her with total abandon. You feel so ashamed and helpless. You feel ashamed yet excited. You very much long to please her and will beg her to let her lick her boots, to worship her, to do anything she asks of you. You will dream up new ways to show your subservience. You will worship all women as your Mistress directs. ‘’
She paused for a while then continued:
‘’You will eventually need to suck cock yet feel very ashamed by it. You are not only becoming a slave but also a slut with penis envy. You will not talk unless prodded to. You feel try to act more lady-like. You need to be taken like a lady, possessed by a large dick in your anus. It haunts you as much as your longing for Mistresses boots, pussy and ass. You are here to serve. You feel so inadequate. You feel ashamed. You need to be punished…’’ She then snapped her fingers.

I quickly said. ‘’Please Mistress …let me lick those boots that reflect your true beauty.’’

‘’Oh what a poet ‘’...the tall Dom said as she giggled. She took a collar and fixed it to my neck and then handed the lead attached to it to my new Mistress/Wife. The other Dom then said ‘’...Sure it so common the remnants of a smart-ass attitude. It ‘s called topping from the bottom....we have remedies for this type of impudence .. both physical and mental.’’ ‘’>>Lots of talk but no action..’’ My wife said…’’ But look he’s really erect now. Your hypnosis seems to work ‘’

The tall Nordic beauty of blond hair and strong figure, was dressed in a Gaultier- inspired Corset/ Chemisette with a tight Leather pair of riding-pants and Black Shiny boots and she put two clips on my breasts. They were attached to a chain and a large heavy iron cannonball that rested on the floor and she then said : ‘’This will keep him down at floor-level where he belongs’’.

The other Dom was brown-haired, very pretty but shy and with pony-hair and an evening Dress of Black Latex and a matching Corset that brought out her round and delicate breasts. My Mistress had changed into a Latex Cat suit with military epaulettes and military cap that covered her hair partially. She had an excited glare in her eyes. She seemed truly beautiful. I craved to worship her and felt the heat of my desire take me over. Little else mattered.

By now, I was thoroughly confused as the voices of the 3 women resonated in my head. My Mistress was wearing shiny but soft black knee-high hooker boots with a 5 inch heel that I fantasized licking just thinking about the sheer beauty of the three women in front of me.

The three women were standing Higher than me, therefore automatically putting themselves into a position of Natural physical Superiority and I felt so inadequate . They also outnumbered me and I was naked and fully erect. All were eloquent and had squirms and a certain elegance in their demeanour. In their stare, they would to say < Slave- Beg me to let you lick these boots as you are not quite worthy yet... I may grant you favours but you must beg us for them...but only when asked.
Then there were giggles, and them ordering me to Beg, yet beg some more. I felt overwhelmed and insignificant but at peace.

I again focused again on these soft black knee-high hooker boots with a 5 inch heel that I fantasized licking just thinking about the sheer beauty of the three women in front of me. I felt like I was in some type of loop and there was no way out of it. Remember Mistress said: ‘’ I may grant you favours but you must beg for them’’

She continued << Otherwise..you must ALWAYS be still, fully erect or soft as I desire at the moment , often alone and on your knees toiling away...always on your knees .in front of your Mistress and most of the time gagged with a dildo in your mouth, feeling inadequate, ashamed but so excited by your helplessness, excited by the power I exude, excited by your new status as my slave>>. Again, more devilish squirms. MY ANXIETY WAS GIVING WAY TO ADMIRATION ...Those 3 beauties -What a delight to admire!

I begged them to let me lick their shiny boots but my memory was somehow dulled and I could not really remember where I was and what brought me there. I was floating in some subspace.

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The story deals with a future world where things are very different and it involves harsh language, harsh realities and unexpected civil and sexual behaviours. In this not too distant future, in a new type of society, there are citizens and then there are numbers; servants, maids and other registered slaves and then the officially non-existant ''wild ones''. This is their story. There is use of some coarse language and the readers are warned that the content is sometimes unpleasant and disturbing.

The Stroke prevention program by allexcited69
This is another story that deals with Femdom, Chastity, Mind Control, Tease and Denial. It’s a ceremony for the limp-dick dreamers that long for beautiful Mistresses. All names have been changed to protect the Innocent and that of the beautiful Mistresses and their maid-servants. This is their story and is meant for reading by adults open to new possibilities and life-styles.
..’’To the man who only has a hammer. Everything he encounters begins to look like a nail...’’
Abraham Maslow

My name is Wolfgang. I am a 46 year old German businessman, often travelling the world and over-indulging in food, and over-performing in everything like the true macho man that I am.
Reasonably fit and good-looking. I have been married twice, then divorced but my sex life was often ordinary and boring. As I became more successful and older, I decided to explore my submissive side in various capitals of the world...from Amsterdam, to L.A. I used to eat meat. I used to be a great womanizer as well as an occasional writer of mystery novels. Now I’ve become serious and am well on my way to becoming a full-time sub to a beautiful Mistress.
I think that by now, you know that I’m into the language of BDSM and Total Power Exchange. Some people are turned on by it and others just aren’t. Kids learn how to talk from talking to their parents. I learned language listening to my new Mistress, called Maitresse Emilie. She used a different new word for just about everything.
Before we get too much into this story, let me tell you more about Maitresse Emilie. It’s a system used by Bell Canada.. erh.. No..just kidding.. . let’s be serious. It’s a particularly good looking Mistress, with degrees from Radcliffe,the Sorbonne and the London School of Economics.
She actually lives in the 4e arrondissement in Paris , is a vegetarian, is fluent in 5 languages, studied philosophy at the Sorbonne but only speaks French to Anglophones.. . She loves to make omelettes , sometimes with the sperm of her tormented lovers’ sperm and she actually makes them eat it, torment her admirers and humiliate them in all possible ways. She loves poodles and has a strange and imaginative sense of humour. She dresses in crisp riding pants and boots and a white chemise that hint at her generous breasts. Her blonde hair and British accent remind me of a younger Debbie Travis.
I longed so much to be near her. Her sensuous scent and luscious breasts usually kept me dreaming and longing for something more than her occasional caress with her delicately gloved
hands . She made me promise me to be different. She wanted her admirers to be original and unique.

On the first appointment with her, I had to fill out a long questionnaire stating basic info like Address, Marital Status and Sexual preferences as well as a Detailed Financial Disclosure as well as a Confidentiality Agreement and Consent Forms relieving her of any responsibility pursuant to any future Domination games. I liked her Methodical approach and it actually gave me a hard-on. She was taking this Game very seriously. She was clearly out to win in all that she undertook..be it riding or huim,ping rich and successful men. More often than not, she was just a promise of future sex, a hint of a smile , ambiguous desires and preferences, shifting from passion to abject indifference and then loads of CBT and Humiliastion..or so I thought. How wrong I was.

She kept repeating to me that she was not into weird sex that she referred to as ‘’Sexe as bizarre et malsain’’, . That’s why she usually would start each session by asking me to strip naked and then handcuff my right hand to my left ankle. But let’s stop being naive. It sure sounded bizarre to me but it turned me on just the same and she knew it and then got angry in a very serious way and without laughing. She was stern and would take out her riding crop and slap my backside in harsh ways while pacing around me like Ilsa the SS dominatrix..

‘’Voila, ceci est pour éviter que vous toucherez vos parties intimes. ‘’ she said. Then she placed a dog collar around my neck and said . ‘’ Venez ici Esclave. ..rampez bien ainsi a mes pieds et peut áªtre, si vous áªtes gentilles plus tard, il y aura une surprise pour vous...Peut áªtre je vous laisserai lécher mes bottes. ..aimeriez vous cela ‘’ ‘’Oui.. Maitresse.’’ I said with anticipation.

Then she stroked my face with her gloves and shoved her gloved finger into my mouth and said.. ‘’ Relaxez Esclave , surtout gardez le silence.. laissez vous aller car j’aime explorer vos différents orifices de soumis et vérifier a quel point vous áªtes soumis, souples, soumis et obéissant .

‘’J’adore tellement les hommes puissants et riches qui se laissent dominer si facilement et devenir mon Esclave. . Vous áªtes ici pour cela et pour mon bon plaisir et vos envies malsaines et états d’á¢mes ne me concernent pas. Je sais que vous aimeriez me prendre et forniquer avec moi mais votre état de soumis ne le permet simplement pas.’’

She then said ‘’ Quelle genre de Maitresse croyez vous que je sois. N’oubliez jamais que je ne suis pas une impudique mais une dominatrice qui doit vous mouler comme une artiste sculpte son vase. Je promets de vous donner une attention particuliá¨re et spéciale et d’assouvir vos besoins d’áªtre dominé. . J’aime découvrir vos moindres faiblesses, vos points de clivage, pour mieux pouvoir áªtre en situation de contrá´le total et pour pouvoir vous tourmenter sans réserve aucune 24/7. Votre safeword sera ‘’pussy’, et vous n’avez qu’a le dire au besoin et je mettrai aussitá´t fin a cette session…est ce clair pour vous? ‘’ ‘’Oui Maitresse’’, lui dis-je avec un enthousiasme prudent.

‘’Maintenant, pour aujourd’hui, il faudrait que vous fassiez quelques engagements et promesses additionnels et que vous me dévoiliez quelques uns de vos secrets qui me serviront plus tard á  mieux pouvoir vous humilier et vous asservir. Est-ce assez clair…ce processus. Vous me dites tout sur vous... . Je veux une transparence et une obéissance totale de vous. ‘’ Oui Maitresse..I quickly responded.

‘’Moi aussi je vous dévoilerai peut áªtre le nom de mon parfum favori pour que vous courez me l’acheter. Votre objectif sera de me faire plaisir..comme s’il n y avait plus aucun autre but pour vous dans votre existence si sombre, si morose démuni de la plupart des plaisirs que le plaisir de me servir… et de me servir mieux encore. Vous ne penser rien ou plus de l’idée de tenir pendant des heures mon cendrier ou de pédaler pendant quelques heures par jour dument empalé par un gode télécommandé ou des nuits occasionnelles a baiser une poupée a mon image et arborant mes nombreux parfums.’’

‘’I want you Gaga for me..do you understand. Nothing else for you should matter right now..

‘’Where you’re at, you’ve peaked in your career and are obsolescent now..or shall we say.. you are no longer indispensable’,. ,.I want some passion..I want some obsession..put away your doubting Thomas persons..give it all you got and make this work..in perfect harmony you and I.
I will be there to accompany your demise into slavery..or should I say your Ascension into Slavery and Submission where worries fade away and where w ild mood swings do happen..but i will be over unimportant things like the color of your toe-nails and the type of ribbon or bow I want you to wear around your cock when we go out on a leash and on high heels padlocked to your tired feet.I will make you toil away cleaning house and you will clean the toilet every day with a toothbrush and use the same one to brush your teeth ‘’

‘’The highlight of your day will be around 2 PM when I wll take my siesta , usually with a well-endowed lover..I’ll let you shine my boots and lick them while I’m being fucked..’’ Would you like that..Dear Subbie..my dear insect..or are you my worm?.

‘’ Your new identity is still unclear but one thing’s for sureL you’ be longing to suck some cock, pussy occasionally ,adore ass and boot-licking and will need a good Fuck up her little Tranny-hole or a swift whipping now and then to bring her into ever greater levels of submission. Does my little trannie understand. ’’
‘’Oui Maitresse’’

‘’Less than that total obedience and submission is clearly inacceptable to me . Get with the Program..as they say in the Military! Otherwise, I’ll quickly lose interest in you and may dump you in some alley for a night where you’ll eagerly give blow jobs for a few bucks ‘’.

‘’ Do you understand that there are a million losers out there that would like a piece of my ass but I’m not about to give it away..not to you..not to anyone close or some new significant other. You must earn the privilege to be with me daily.’’

‘’..No more significant Others..just insignificant others from now on... Significant others just cost too much in the end..too much time, too much pain..too many tears and too many dollars.. YALLAH..Get up and leave me alone. Go to your room and kneel! Listen to your MP3:’’

‘’ It’s a nice Hypno tape that will surely turn you into a sissy. The trick is to listen to it at least 8 times per day. Also use your toys.Practice makes perfect...Learn to lick and engorge that huge black dildo mounted on the chair in your room and dream of sucking off a real cock so that I may present you to my 7 gay friends in the Village.’’

‘’ Sit on it for a few hours per day on your breaks to get you in the mood while sipping a hormone juiced sperm filled smoothie for sissies.Everything has been thought out by and I just following the Femdom training Manual’’.

Elle changea encore de langues comme elle changea aussitá´t de personnalité : plus froide, plus distante.. ‘’Avant votre départ aujourd’hui, j’aurai aussi besoin des coordonnés de votre conjointe actuelle et ainsi que vos coordonnés bancaires pour que je puisse effectuer les retraits réguliers sur votre Compte.

Veuillez les inscrire tantá´t sur ce papier et me fournir votre spécimen de signature aussi. Rappelez-vous, un esclave par définition n’a plus d’actifs, ni de libertés, mais juste des désirs inassouvis. Vous devez devenir et rester l’esclave de vos bas instincts et de vos fantasmes les plus abjectes.. La bite molle n’est que le début de votre féminisation ou comme je préfá¨re vous rappeler..de votre complá¨te émasculation’’

All this was too much for me. By this time I was sporting a massive hard-on and she took a hand-whip and beat the top of the penis and said.. ‘’Vous avez encore bandé sans ma permission et c’est inacceptable. J’aime que vous bandiez pour moi dans votre tá¨te seulement mais que votre membre reste aussi moux qu’un spaghetti car je trouve ce pénis bandé trá¨s insolent et inapproprié devant votre Maitresse.Vous ne pensez tout de máªme pas pouvoir me baiser avec ca.’’ It’s not going to happen’’ ‘’ Notre relation n’a rien de vraiment sexuelle. C’est juste une relation de Maitresse- Soumis et c’est trá¨s mal vu pour une Maitresse de laisser bander ainsi son soumis. Le bracelet electroniqe est la comme une extension de mon áªtre. Vous comprendrez cela assez vite-esclave ’’

She then took out a large belt with a dildo out of a drawer of a finely crafted French antique armoire and she laid it on her lap. She then grabbed a metal object in the shape of a black shiny ring with a remote control control . ‘’Voila , it’s an American gadget, called the Stroke Prevention Program’’ . C’ est pour des Messieurs insolents comme vous qui ne connaissent pas encore leur place et cela devrait modérer leurs ardeurs malsaines.

She then grabbed a bell and rang for Service. A young women dressed in a sexy Maid’s uniform and high heels showed up and said. ‘’Vous m’avez sonné Madame’’. Oui chá¨re Angélique, auriez vous l’obligeance de bien vouloir enfiler le Bracelet Kali a cet insolent toute de suite . Merci. ‘’
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‘’Toute de suite, Madame’’ she said with an obvious smirk . She grabbed some jelly and lathered up my penis with it. It had an immediate cooling effect and my penis shrivelled to a small size. She then clipped on the bracelet , inserted a small padlock into the lock and then clipped it shut.

She then remitted the key to Mistress who said’’ C’est bien Esclave , vous serez ainsi un peu plus respectueux de votre Maitresse et peut áªtre moins préoccupé par votre queue de chien en chaleur ..hihi. ‘’ Chá¨re Angélique , SVP restez un peu avec nous et enfilez moi ce godemichet . Cet esclave semble avoir besoin de se faire ramoner un peu l’arriá¨re-train‘’.

Maitresse then said ‘’ Excellent Angélique. Ainsi, máªme á  1000 lieux d’ici, comprenez que vous serez encore sous ma domination totale. L’internet et les messages text me permettront de vous transmettre mes directives au quotidien’’ . ‘’Oui Maitresse’’ I was worried by now and was especially worried about the possible humiliation at Airport customs / homeland security controls with all the metal detectors and my future impossibility to stroke my now encased member and probably my obligation to break up with my German vanilla girlfriend . ’’

The young maid, extremely sexy and in her light blue Maid’s Outfit quickly donned the Dildo and positioned herself in front of my face waiting for further instructions. Mistress then said, ‘’ C’est bien Angélique, vous semblez áªtre une dominatrice naturelle..’’ Maintenant, Insecte, commencez a lécher sa bite car ca rentre mieux quand la salive la lubrifie un peu . Sens bien sur ta langue la forme de ce magnifique pénis noir et imagines qu’il appartient a un de mes jeunes amants musclés, viril s et totalement insoumis..’’

‘’Maintenant ma Chá¨re Angélique . .. prends moi avec ce gode devant ce soumis impuissant et incapable ‘’ ‘’Avec plaisir Madame.. replied the young vixen. Her pert breasts were outside her bra now and she fondled her pussy,,,excited by the scene of humiliaion and the pungent smell of the wet pussy of the now excited Maitresse.

By now, I was staring to feel the pricks on my penis that was slowly trying to come to life. ‘’Remenber now Mister,.. máªme excitée, vous devrez toujours demeurer mous pour moi….indépendamment de vos fantasmes malsains et interdits… vos fantasmes devront se limiter a pouvoir lécher mes bottes ou des fois ma chatte ou mon cul alors que Angélique ou un autre amant de mon choix m’enfile devant vous..impuissant et en pleine adoration devant mon áŠtre de Déesse . Vous devrez rester mous comme le vers de terre que vous áªtes maintenant devenu..est ce bien clair,’’ ‘’Oui Madame.’’ I quickly responded with conviction..

Angelique mounted Maitresse and the two fucked and moaned like mad. Maitresse shouted at me ‘’ oh la esclave….Esclave .. Léchez mes bottes toute suite .prenez plaisir a me voir ainsi pénétrée alors que vous áªtes aussi chaste qu’un puceron.’’ Oui Maitresse.. ..I said trying to hide the now obvious pain of my tortured dick .

‘’Rappelez vous esclave ‘’ Ah pauvre Esclave. votre souffrance m’amá¨ne tant de plaisir et me fait jouir . votre rá´le aprá¨s tout sera désormais de m’amener du plaisir. Cédez moi toutes vos énergies afin que je puisse rayonner supráªme encore plus par ma beauté. Vous n’áªtes qu’un lá¨che-botte minable…qu’un misérable ….c’est votre nouveau statut et destin de lecher toujours……..aahh..ooohh.., aaahh ,yesss… .oh my God .. ’’ ‘’Oui Maitresse’’
TO BE CONTINUED