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May 2, 2008

Exotic Tales

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March 24, 2008

Realised A Dream

Since puberty I have always had fantasies about being a slave and after 25 years of highs and lows it has been my greatest fortune to meet a dominant women who understands.

On top of having a slave collar and an agreed contract of ownership Mistress has also had her personal tattoo put on my buttock as well as fitting a CB 3000 which she removes only when she has need of my body for her pleasure.

My slave diary and punishment book is regularly updated. Punishments are varied and often severe.

People panic when they hear the word “sadist” but ours is a mutually beneficial relationship which has been built on mutual respect for each others needs and total trust.

Whilst we don’t live together her domination is 24/7 especially the mental aspect of knowing what lies ahead on your arrival at home.

E-mail is often used to extend her control and I am expected to call her when we are apart at her Country Home in East Anglia. If I am late in calling I often receive 6 punishment strokes from her rattan.

When In London I am expected to keep her London flat clean, tidy, well stocked and comfortable, and often made to do housework in a maids outfit and high heel boots.

I am an extremely luckY man to have realised a dream after years of nightmares.

Submitted by: Paul - UK


November 18, 2007

Black Woman Pleaser

I am a white male but I always wanted to serve a group of black women oraly . And eat all their pussies after they piss in my mouth while on the rag. And lick their clit and have them cum in my mouth. I love eating pussy and a group of black women demand I eat their pussy and drink their piss would be great. Pussy is great ant the aroma only enhances the taste.

Submitted by: Larry


October 6, 2007

Extreme Raven

One of the most extreme cuckold wives I’ve ever featured is Slut Extreme Raven, I’ve also had the pleasure of meeting this beautiful woman… Her cuckold play with her husband has reached a new extreme peak with a cross over to BDSM. And I have an exclusive interview with her here.


femdomfetishblog: Raven, I haven’t heard much from you in a while, but I’ve noticed your group site getting much more femdom related. What’s been happening lately with your life?
Raven: There are really three sides to my sexual life. The first (and probably most fun) is fucking thick black cocks and doing gangbangs. And hubby obviously doesn’t have a nice black cock, so he’s out of that picture.

The second, is having bi-sexual girlfriends. And since I don’t go out to bars anymore, I have found that increasingly hard to hook up with local girls for fun - husband not a part of this (little ad here for anyone near Beverly Hills)

The third side of me has been developing more and more as I experiment and that is the side that likes to dominate my husband physically and psychologically. I got to mix my pleasures recently when I made a porn film directed right at my absent and impotent hubby. I was fucking three studs and telling hubby how good it felt to be fucked - something hubby will never do again. And having the guys cum inside me, (none of that pull out and shoot my stomach crap) I LOVE a cunt full of cum and I love having the camera watch the huge globs of cum leak out of my cunt for my husband to watch jealously later when I let him watch the film! I love his frustration.

femdomfetishblog: So - Raven, tell us about what sort of physical tortures you like to do to your husband?
Raven: I adore flogging, cropping, strapping, extreme CBT, ball stretching, crushing and weights. Catheters, sounds, TEN’s electrical play, strap-on play. Extreme prolonged sexual edging (my husband doesn’t get erections or cum but he can feel pleasure and extreme frustration of wanting release when prolonged pleasure becomes pain), teasing and extreme complete denial, queening, ball crushing. I want to stretch hubby’s ass to accept my fist as well as my largest lovers cocks. Having hubby be a black cock slut like I am is a definite part of our future.

femdomfetishblog: What about you, Raven, do you ever sub?
Raven: Not usually, but I make exceptions. Particularly when it comes to physical pain. So maybe it’s not subbing if I ask or demand my husband use a whip or strap on me, or use needles. It all adds to the rush of the overall experience and I never really leave top mode. It’s more like being gangbanged and overwhelmed with pleasure. I’m in control but I lavish in the sensations.

femdomfetishblog: What is your favorite form of physical torture?
Raven: Needles are a private pleasure I usually reserve for just hubby and I, but sometimes with a special woman or other couple, I might share. I love both giving and receiving. I have placed many needles through hubby’s cock. I love having them in my breasts, through my labia, in fact I like having my clit masturbated with a needle, but I only allow my husband to do that. I have stopped while torturing him and had him place needles in me to give me more of a rush and a high and then I continue to play with him - it’s still me topping, even when I tell him to put needles in me or even use a crop on my ass to increase my sexual heat and desire to hurt him in return.

femdomfetishblog: And Raven, what about psychological torture of your husband?
Raven: My husband has a small useless cock that will never fuck anyone or cum again. I love humiliating him and having others share - especially my well built lovers or female friends and couples. I degrade him for his sexual inadequacy, for being a needy cum slut, a cock whore, and for getting off on forced homosexual acts.

I twist really hard by telling him the truth: I tell hubby he’s useful only for his money and security while I have fun tormenting him and getting sexual pleasure with other men and women. He knows it’s true that it’s all he has to offer a beautiful woman of sexual needs. I like making him jealous through threats, taunts and direct witness of my sexual play with both men and women. Taunting him with memories of when he USED to be able to put his cock in me. Public humiliation. Occasional feminization. Threat of breast implants (maybe soon - I am really warming up to this one). All of this with the joy of knowing it is ALL true and we both know it’s not just fantasy. I can do ANYTHING with hubby and he would accept what I want.

femdomfetishblog: Would you ever leave your husband for a better lover or have one live with you?
Raven: Maybe. I would say probably not, but I don’t want to rule it out. When some one really hits me with intense chemistry, anything can change. In the meantime, since there IS a possibility, I love threatening hubby with it. Threatened abandonment for sexual inadequacy and greater pleasures with better men.Threatened abandonment if I fall in love with a woman. Threat that I will have a woman or male lover move in and share my bed while husband supports us both (which he can afford easily, so it’s fun to imagine happening). Threat that I will get a shemale house-maid that husband will support financially and who will have all rights of sexual and psychological dominance over my hubby and may use him at any time in any way desired. Again, the intense joy comes from the potential that any or all of this may actually happen. We both know it’s not just fantasy. Debasing him for actually partly wanting ALL of this to happen to him, even while it causes him pain and the potential loss of the only good thing in his life - pathetic!

I have a particular preference for black men as sexual partners and this can be used endlessly against my lilly white limp-dick cuckold husband. It’s always a threat to his security.

femdomfetishblog: Do you ever think of your husband as a Slave?
Raven: Not usually, but it’s hard to be dominant without starting to get into that part at times. Certainly there are some orders - especially relating to sex or his debasement that he responds to instantly. For instance when we’re at home watching a movie if I want to pee, I can choose various techniques - one is simply to never get off the couch and have him attach his mouth to me and drink it all directly. Another is to have him sit on the toilet and then I sit astride him and pee on his cock. I rather love that. We are hugging each other while I do it, with his face buried in my breasts and it feels warm, close, bonding and a confirmation of what he in my life and that I own him.

Among the “haven’t done yet” list is offering up hubby as a party sex toy. Which I suppose is a slave thing. I want others to feel casually free to do whatever they want with him either bdsm things or sexual things. Certainly his ass and mouth will be available to any men or women who want to explore or make use of him.

I think when other people are around, the energy gets much more mistress/slave. We use him and expect him to jump to anything asked of him.

femdomfetishblog: So, it sounds like BDSM and sex go together for you?
Raven: My BDSM play is very strongly coupled with sexual play. I know that’s not true of a lot of players, but bdsm always gets me sexually excited and I mix the two a lot. Torturing hubby both psychically and emotionally is usually accompanied by frequent sexual aspects, such as having him lick me, fuck me with a strap-on, fucking him up the ass (for hours while I cum repeatedly), restraining him and catheterizing him and then giving him a hand job knowing he cannot cum but he reaches an unbearable pleasure/pain edge he cannot control and continues as long as my arm holds up. All of this may happen accompanied simultaneously with CBT, whipping, cropping, needles, ball crushing and other tortures to increase my psychological pleasure while I have physical pleasure. They say sex in 90% in the mind. I like the massive stimulation of BDSM to my headspace while having sex.

femdomfetishblog: What else is on your list of “never done yet” but want to?
Raven: Some of this is pretty “out there” and may or may not be realistic. I want to see hubby “pull a train” and be broken by a bunch of black guys - basically turned into their black cock loving bitch permanently! I want husband to have a dominant shemale lover who will use his ass, use his mouth and ensure that hubby stays in a sub headspace all the time. I want a shemale because honestly, I wish hubby was one. We may go there with breast implants and makeup and a little surgery to make his face more feminine. I really don’t need him as a man, so there is no reason not to explore alternatives. I also think having my husband financially support one of my female lovers or a shemale living with us would be incredibly humiliating and twisted and is something worth finding the right person to share.

femdomfetishblog: Anything else you haven’t told us or want to add?
Raven: One note to any women or couples who want to share the experience with me. Because of his inability to perform sexually, plus my own desires, there is no concern of ever being penetrated by hubby (other than via tongue or strap-on) and no danger of him ever cuming. However, I am not adverse to exploring much further with another femdom’s sub in my hubby’s presence if it will please her and create jealously in my husband.

We are in Beverly Hills, California. We love doing video and photo shots, but not required for a good time.

(BTW - Hubby and I are fully tested and 100% clean and disease free. Since I appear in adult movies, this is an essential part of my normal schedule.)

Slut Extreme Raven



You can see more photos of us both and more info at my Yahoo group:

Interview By: Trash


October 28, 2006

Forced Femdom

The Analysis of A Forced Femdom Story - Jackson’s War

Jackson’s war is a forced femdom story written by frankg. It tells a story in which Jackson was captured by a sexy female interrogator. He tries to resist and is tortured using cruel and unusual methods. We shall try to analyze the plots of the story so that you will get a understanding why submissive males normally are turned on when reading this story.

Normally, a submissive male starts to get a faster heart beat after reading the following paragraphs:

Jackson woke up with a spotlight in his eyes, blinding him to all but the light. He tried to move but found he was tied down in a chair. His head throbbed with every motion. He ignored the pain and tried to survey his surroundings. It was useless. He was tied firm and the light was just too bright.
“Are you comfortable?” a voice from behind him asked.
Jackson’s heart lept. It was a woman’s voice. It was mysterious, soft, sexy, and very frightening all at the same time. He heard the distinct clicking of a woman’s high heels on the floor approach him. She reached out and grabbed his hair pulling his head back into a painful position. Her angelic face came into view just as she was saying, “I asked if you were comfortable!”

What could happen next? Jackson is captured and he is captured by a female with a mysterious, soft, and sexy voice. Then, the submissive male’s heart beat goes faster,

She had dark hair that cascaded in soft waves effortlessly across her shoulders. Her skin was tanned and porcelain smooth. Her cheeks were high and seductively defined. Her eyes were a hazel green color and burned a hole right through Jackson’s heart. Her mouth was perfectly formed and her lips made Jackson want to pull her in tight and give her a long, deep, passionate kiss.

She grit and bared her teeth as she pulled back even harder on Jackson’s hair. He couldn’t help but to moan out in protest.

She is beautiful and sexy… and any male would like to get close to her… and be with her… and possibly pursue her and to have sex with her…. yet she is also very dangerous…

As Jackson refuses to answer her questions,

She struck out with a front kick to Jackson’s sternum, knocking him, and the chair he was tied to, to the floor…. …


His sentence was cut short by a soccer style kick to his temple. Jackson was immediately knocked out. … …

He heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor as they approached. Jackson counted the steps as he waited, almost holding his breath. A silken hand reached out and grasped his throat. It was soft and warm and smelled of roses but none of that mattered as it started to squeeze and crush his trachea.

“Are you a little more willing to talk now my little soldier boy?” The voice was soft and sweet but it held an undertone of pure wickedness that made Jackson feel alone and small. … …

Actions of kicking with high heels or boots are always a turn on for submissive males. Submissive males normally not only have a fetish to high heel shoes or boots, they also fantasize the sexy legs of females… the action of kicking involves both… it’s sexy yet powerful… maybe in the action of the kicking, the submissive male could fantasize in getting a glimpse of the female vagina area…

“You’re just so determined to be a brave little soldier aren’t you?” she asked. “That’s perfect! I love to break a strong, willful man.”

She released Jackson’s throat as he took in a deep breath and began to cough. She laughed at his reaction. She circled the table slowly always touching Jackson with one hand.
“You’re body is strong. I can feel your muscles even under your uniform.” She said.
“Why don’t we take a closer look at those muscles?” she said playfully.

Jackson heard the unmistakable sound of a K-Bar being pulled from its sheath. He stiffened in anticipation. She held the knife over Jackson’s face twisting and turning it as she did. The blade was polished silver and reflected even more of the harsh light into his eyes. She slid the tip of the blade down his chin and across his throat. It slid effortlessly under the collar of his OD shirt and even more easily popped the first button from the thread that held it in place. The second and third were as smooth and easy as the first. She continued down his torso slicing each button cleanly off until they were all gone, dancing across the floor as they fell. She dragged the blade back up his torso and held the tip right at the dimple at the base of his throat below his Adam’s apple. She pressed it in just enough not to break the skin. She leaned in, letting her hair fall over Jackson’s face. He tried to resist inhaling the intoxicating aroma but it was futile. She whispered into his ear as she twisted the tip of the cold steel blade.
“I could kill you now with just a flick of my wrist.”
She slowly pulled away purposefully letting her hair tickle his face as she drew back to a standing position.
“Oh my.” She said. “You really are a strong one.”
Jackson’s body was young and strong. He made an effort to keep his physique as trim and lean as possible. Every muscle on his body rippled as he strained against the straps that held him down.
“Are you as well built down here?” she asked playfully as she jabbed the blade into his groin.
Jackson let out a startled yelp even though she stopped short of causing any real pain.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be paying very special attention to it before I’m done with you.” She said with a seductively evil tone.

Now she is using a knife… she is sexy and seductive…and she speaks in a seductive evil tone… She will pay special attention to Jackson’s groin area… and what will she do? Will Jackson have to chance to get close to her? Opposite sex attracts… and She has the absolute control… Will Jackson be able to touch her and even to have… with her?

… …

“Well,” she started, “You’ll make the misses a very happy woman.” She paused as she used the tip of the blade to lift his penis into the air. “If I let you keep it that is.”
Suddenly she jabbed the tip of the knife into Jackson’s thigh. He screamed out in pain. She seductively opened her mouth and inhaled deeply as she cut a 4-inch long gash in his leg. The blood flowed freely. It was warm and thick as it made its way down his thigh and unto the table. Jackson trashed wildly under his restraints.

She is sexy yet dangerous… she likes his manhood… but … she jabbed Jackson in his thigh… as she does this, she is yet still very seductive and sexy… Jackson is so lucky to be with such a sexy and beautiful female interrogator… and he has the opportunity to be close with her… Of course the pain is to the extreme and Jackson is with rage… but she says…

“Oh come on now, I think in a different place and time, you would fall in love with me.” She said with a smile.
Jackson clinched his teeth so tightly that his face trembled with rage.
“That’s right,” She started. “Hate me! Hate me with a passion so strong that you want to kill me! It’ll make my job so much more fun!”
She laughed at him as she pulled away and started back in on the suturing of his leg.

Yes, she is absolutely correct. In a different place and time, Jackson would fall in love with her. To a male submissive, he would fall in love with her even in a situation like this because a male submissive likes sexy yet dangerous woman. She is cruel yet beautiful…

The analysis ends here, but the story does not. The story continues with Jackson’s rage and the woman’s cruel methods of torture and domination. This is one of the best stories we have ever seen, and thank you for the author for writing such an excellent story.

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October 1, 2006

Femdom Violence Can Be Sexy

Scouse B’Stard, when writing his femdom fiction “The Thrill of Violence”, added the following comments:

“To a certain degree, I have based this story on a relationship I was in at the age of seventeen. I will call the girl I was going out with Andrea, for that is not her real name. Andrea looked, to me, like the most sweet and innocent girl in the world. But she had an annoying habit of leading other guys on, claim she had been insulted when they made a pass at her, and insist that I defend her honor. I would invariably end up fighting with the poor bastard who had been set up, just to defend her honor. Call me naive, but it took me several months to switch on to the fact that she had planned it all along because she got off on watching men fight over her.

Whether you like this story or not, it is a fact of life (certainly in my youth, anyway) that some girls like to watch men fight. I personally find the idea a bit of a turn on, and am intrigued enough to take it a stage further, and write a story on the subject. My imagination has taken the scenario to its most extreme case, where the young woman of the story gets off on watching her boyfriend beat up and kill people, and she also secretly tortures and murders people for kicks. So no surprises there, then.

In most bars and nightclubs you will see fights break out, especially on Friday and Saturday nights when alcohol consumption is higher. I am sure you will agree that most people who witness them hold their hands up in horror, glare disapprovingly, and even attempt to stop them. But next time you’re in a place when the fight breaks out, look around you at the other people, and you may be surprised. I guarantee that a fair proportion of the audience will have vindictive half smiles, there will be lips being licked with relish, laughing, cheering, encouragement and some rather nasty suggestions on how one guy should maim or kill the other. In short, they enjoy watching people fight. I am also willing to bet that some of the most eager encouragement will come from young women, even the ones that look as though butter wouldn’t melt in their mouth. Because, as the ancient Romans knew when they put on the public gladiator displays, violence can be a turn on to some people. The chances are, you wouldn’t be on this web page if you didn’t think that too.

If the fight involves a doorman, or bouncer, or whatever you call him in your own country, pay even closer attention. When he has beaten the weedy little drunken guy to a pulp and thrown him out, take a look at how many girls try and score with him. In fact, has anybody ever seen a bouncer with an ugly girlfriend? That’s the natural selection process kicking in, and like I said, violence can be sexy.

Whilst writing this story over the last few weeks, I discussed the general subject of violence with seven different girls, either through E-Mail or in “Innocent” conversation over a beer. It may interest the reader to know that five of the women were thrilled at the idea of watching men fighting over them. One of the others said she did not need to see the actual violence, but the thought that a man was capable of it was a turn on to her.

Amongst friends of both sexes, I also canvassed opinion on one of the scenes in the story, which uses the idea of a girl forcing a guy at gunpoint to lick sperm out of her pussy prior to killing him. The reason for this being (apart from the murderess having a nice time as she gets her pussy eaten) that the murder would be blamed on a homosexual rape when the post mortem revealed the contents of the victims stomach. I found the results of my very limited survey to be quite amusing – Every man expressed disgust to varying degrees, whereas every single woman thought it was a pretty neat idea, in fact two of the girls who saw the rough drafts selected the scene as the best part! I should add that my intention was never to offend homosexual readers by including such a plot in the story, as in my view they already take enough unjustified criticism from society. I suppose I must also take into account that some of the women were into sites like this, and so my “Survey” results were therefore not totally representative of the public in general. It makes you think, though, doesn’t it?”

To validate this, we’d be interested in the views of you the reader on any of the above points, even if it’s to tell us that you think Scouse is talking crap. We love reading the small amount of mail we do receive, and try to reply to them all. Criticism, new ideas for stories and quick little notes just to say hello are also most welcome from anyone. Please contact us.

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September 11, 2006

My Australian Goddess

I walk into your house and you are wearing black pair of stockings, garters, thong and push up bra. you see my hardon pop up in seconds. you smile and say to me: “You weak fucking bitch. I can fuck you over in so many ways and you keep coming back for more because you and your cock crave the way I humiliate you and let you know that you are my inferior.” You walk toward me and smile as you squeeze my balls, hard!! I moan and jump a little as you laugh and say: “mmmm take it bitch, take that pain…..its good for you.” I take it as you squeeze my balls and laugh.

You finally let go and push me onto the bed…then you grab my hair and pull my head to your pillow. Once there, you cuff me to your bed and you sit on my face, wiggling your sexy ass on it as you order me to rim you. I start licking all over your asshole as you rub your pussy and feel my wet tongue on your asshole, wiggling in circles over your tight, hot ass. My cock and balls are throbbing as I am forced to submit to getting you off first. I lick your asshole until you tell me to stiffen my tongue up….and when I do you lower your pussy onto it so I can taste your pussy too.

I start moaning as you fuck my tongue….pumping and grinding on my wet face as you get yourself off on my whimpering, slobbering tongue. your pussy muscles start clutching my tongue as my face moves up to meet your downward moving pussy. we now move in unison as your pussy juices, ass taste and my saliva all join for an intoxication mixture. I feel you begin to tremble on my face and then you start screaming as your moisture pours out and onto me. I am lapping it all up as you moan like an animal….feeling my probing wet tongue between your thighs and over your thighs. You finally lift up and sit on my stomach.

You are still shaking from your orgasm as you look at me and say: “I’m not going to touch your fucking cock. That is your punishment for not eating my ass and pussy every day.”

You sit there smiling as you watch my frustrated eyes from my cock throbbing. You say to me “What’s the matter Rob? Is your dick hurting and aching for me? Do you need me and my beautiful pussy? Do you need my ass and tits? Do you need * pause* my feet?” With that you stick your feet on my face and order me to lick them. I start licking on your feet…whatever you put on my mouth. Your toes, your heel, your arches, your bottoms….whatever it is….I lick it. Devouring your sexy feet as my cock and balls throb in pain.
You keep moaning as I lick your feet. Moaning, yet you keep calling me bitch and telling me to beg for more. I alternate my pleases with licks as I follow your order.

Finally you pull your feet away and uncuff me. “Jack off,” you order. I start to beat off in front of you as you watch me. You watch my thrusting hand wrapped around my cock….my cock head soaking wet as I build toward cumming. You time it just right and as I am about to release you put your hands out and catch my cum in the palms of your hand….. so thick, white, hot and creamy. You smile as squirt after squirt lands in your hands.

Once I stop squirting cum, you smile with an evil glint in your eye. “Get on all fours” you whisper to me. I get on all fours. You whisper: “very good bitch… and now you are going to be my horse and eat cum from your Goddesses hands…. just like a real hose eats sugar cubes.” You have me on top of your bed on all four and you are standing on the floor next and you put your cupped right hand under my mouth and say: ‘Eat it horsie.’ I move my mouth and tongue into my own sticky mess in your beautiful hand and licking it clean for you. Then you move your left hand under and say “Cntinue.” I repeat and lick my cum from your hand….all of it. My entire load now in my own stomach, throat and lips. You say: “Good horse” as you push me onto my back and tell me to tongue fuck your ass now. I start to tongue fuck your ass as you push yourself onto my face and finger your pussy until you cum again.

Finally you lay there and take your panties from the floor and make me put them on. I do as you order and then you tell me to wash your dishes as you take my credit card from me and order 5 new matching sets of panties and bras from Victoria Secrets over the phone. I can hear you laughing from the next room as you tell the woman taking the order.

Submitted by: Rob


September 4, 2006


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Female Domination- by Sam Slav

Female domination, or femdom, refers to BDSM activities where the dominant partner is female. The female dominant party in female domination related activities is sometimes called a dominatrix.

Naturally, female domination activities may draw on all areas of BDSM, but there tends to be an association with radical feminism, whether seriously or fantastically. This can lead to apparent paradoxes, such as the humiliation of men by feminization, though it is readily resolved by seeing this as disclaiming traditional gender associations, and transference of coded images of weakness onto men. Strap-on dildo play plays a significant part in this as well. The inverse of this is of course to glorify the feminine, for example in panty fetishism and boot worship.

Erotic Female Domination and Humiliation

Similarly, erotic female domination and humiliation can focus on the inadequacy of a male sub’s penis (small penis humiliation), demoting it to a plaything for the dominatrix, over which the male has no real control. Related female domination activities include ballbusting, cock and ball torture (CBT), verbal humiliation, forced chastity, and orgasm denial or orgasm control. Many participants in this lifestyle conform to the Safe, sane and consensual model prevalent in the BDSM Community.

Psychology of Humiliation

Humiliation in general touches strong emotional buttons, the more so when it becomes sexualized. Because of this, consent and paradoxically a high degree of awareness and communication is needed, to ensure that the result is desirable rather than abusive. For example, a submissive male may enjoy being insulted in some ways, but genuinely crushed and devastated if humiliated or insulted in other ways.

Humiliation play is also connected to sexual fetishism, in that non-sexual activities may become sexualized by association with arousal, and also may be associated with exhibitionism in the sense of wanting others to witness (or being aroused by others witnessing) ones sexual degradation.

For some people, activities such as name-calling are a way of achieving ego reduction or getting over sexual inhibitions. For example, in female dominations, terms usually associated with homophobia may be used to submissives, such as “faggot”.

As with all sexual activities, some people have sexual fantasies about humiliation, and others actually undertake it as a lifestyle or in a scene. Sexual fantasies of humiliation are very common, but for most people remain a fantasy - they would have strong reservations about it being public, or engaged in with a partner for real, however erotic the idea may be. Others do explore humiliation with partners, and many people use online humiliation (where the humiliator and others are involved via the internet using chat, email, websites, etc.) as a compromise between exhibitionism and reality on the one hand, and safety and anonymity on the other.

Female Domination Scenarios

Light female domination scenarios may involve body worship, especially foot worship and ass worship.

More intense and heavier female domination scenarios may involve facesitting or smothering, which tend to focus on the sub giving the dominant female oral pleasure, or the dominant female performing anal sex on the sub using a strap-on dildo. Other forms of more intense female domination can include face slapping, hair pulling, caning, heavy torture, dripping hot wax on the genitals and heavy whipping. For these purposes, note the issue of legal consent which may or may not represent a defense to criminal liability for any injuries caused.

In extreme scenarios, there is a focus on exchange of bodily fluids and total forfeit of rights from the slave, and acts may involve spitting domination or watersports (also known as golden shower).

A fairly common variation on this is a rape fantasy in which the female is the dominant partner, or wrestling/fighting in which the female is stronger than the male. These carry a similarity to forced feminization, where the sexual fantasy takes on an intellectual/emotional component, with men either trying to, or pretending to try to, take control, but failing.

Various components of female dominance in a relationship may include one or more of a wide variety of components such as (to name just a few examples):

Adoration; Aggressive sex play; Alternative spirituality; Body worship; Bondage and discipline; Cruelty; Denial; Depersonalization; Domestic service; Dominance and submission; Erotic boxing/wrestling; Erotic “torture”; Feminist spirituality; Fetishism; Flagellation; Foot worship; “Forced” feminization; “Forced” chastity; Goddess worship; Gynosupremacy (female superiority) as a form of role playing; Humiliation & Humbling; Masochism; Maid service; Pain play; Personal services; Role playing; Sadism; Sensation play; Service (of a wide variety of means); and Subservience.

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March 20, 2006

Wild Weekend

This weekend was wild, spent Sat night at a fetish club and had some great experiences. One was an intense and intimate whipping session by Empress Stah, the other was servicing two beautiful Mistresses, Daisy Rock and Miss B.

We carried on the party back at my place where They bound me in plastic until I couldn’t move and was blindfolded. A hole was cut for my mouth and cock. I was then carried outside and left in the back yard for 20 minutes in the freezing cold, not knowing who could see me from neighborly windows. After that I was carried back in and forced to pleasure Them both orally. I was then milked and left on the floor in my own mess while They watched some movies and ate lunch. Later in the day They un-tied me, I was told not to move or open my eyes until they had left the building. After I had heard Them leave, I then went to the bathroom where I found a bowl with my Mistresses piss in it. A note was attached. It said “Your lunch”….

Some femdom galleries for today’s post. We have Lady Sonia, Mistress Karin von Kroft and Miss Pain. Enjoy…

Power Goddess
Lady Sonia training a new slave

Mistress Karin
Timeless look from Mistress

Robber Doll
Intense punishment given out by Miss Pain


March 6, 2006


She smiled, indulging in the cracking sound of flesh against stone. He’d been bad, she knew that, seen it with her very own eyes, deliberately fondling another in front of her. She knew he wouldn’t understand the root of her anger, she never showed him that side of her before but tonight was different, tonight, and he needed to be taught.

“W-what was that for?” his voice held the slight quiver of a scared rabbit.

“Who was that?” she jerked her chin in the general direction of the other room where she’d pulled him from, her eyes furiously gazing at him, “And prey tell, What did you think you were doing?”

“T-that… T-t-t-… Mistress, I….” The feeble voice trailed off into nothingness and he bowed his head.

“I’m jealous boy, and I don’t like feeling jealous. Now you will tell me who that filthy little whore you had your hands all over was.” She tapped her foot, her hands clenching and opening.

“I… Mistress….”


He shook, his brown eyes turning up to look into hers’, holding something akin to true fear, “That was baby Ma’am. She’s… she said… that….”

“So a new little cunt walks into your life and you think you can neglect the collar that you wear about your neck and DISSOBEY direct orders given to you? I thought I taught you better than that.”

Jerking back against the wall he looked small, shaking her head she reached down picking up her duffle bag.


“Don’t say another word, you will follow me, be silent and not look at anyone into the next room. Is that clear?”

He nodded and bowed his head, shivering. She knew he loved it when she was forceful in her commands, in fact that’s what she loved about him, his willingness to submit to her; but now it was different. The anger boiled deep within her. He directly disobeyed her commands for when they went out. He did not ask permission, even though he knew she would not grant it. This time her words held a bit of ice instead of the stern love they usually did. She hoped he could feel it.

Turning she walked with a purpose into the room from which they came, the walls strewn with chains and whips, pictures of naked woman and men leashed and on their knees. The dungeon of the local club held a casual atmosphere that most did not have.

Stopping in the middle of the room she let her eyes wonder around, passing over the couples walking about. She was trying to judge the best possible place to take him, somewhere that he could be chained for all to see, and see everything not just the back or front. That was the hardest part. Shaking her head a little she tilted her head up and smiled as she caught sight of the suspender bar just above her. Quickly her smile changed to one of dark pleasure. They would be perfect; it was in the middle of the room and light enough to draw everyone’s attention.

“Stop here boy.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He halted behind her. Then he gasped a little as he once again realized that he broke another command.

“I shall let that slid this time boy. Remember I want you silent, and if you do not comply, I will take out the gag.”

The shiver ran through his body so visibly that a near by Dominate stopped tilting his head. He sauntered forward a bit and paused so that he stood right beside her. Looking over her boy he whispered just barely into her ear… “Why Mistress Red, young Wallace looks ghastly afraid.”

“By rights he should, Master Robert.” She couldn’t help but grace him with a smile.

Master Robert was well noted as one of the most sadistic yet gentle dominates that frequented the club. His hand could wield such pain or pleasure as one might want, ultimately turning the most horrible submissive into the most beautiful songstress they have ever heard. She hopped that he would be staying long enough to watch.

“Oh and what has he done?” Master Robert spoke louder so that Wallace could hear, making sure to place a small glance in his direction.

“Broken the cardinal command given to him when we come to these dungeon functions.”

“Oh heavens. I do hope you plan on administering something here.”

“Yes, of course, I must teach the boy, and for that I must do it here, where the command was broken. A private punishment would do nothing.”

He smiled at her then, lifting a finger to trace her right ivory cheek, then smooth back a stray auburn tress, “Hmm yes, and might I add you look lovely this evening.”

“Thank you,” her smile graced him again as he turned to walk back to his sub, a lovely girl with manners and a mind like a hawk.

Letting her smile fade away she turned back to him, narrowing her eyes, “Leesha.”

He groaned, there in public, groaned, it infuriated her more, causing her to reach out and slap his face soundly catching everyone’s attention.

“You dare to humiliate me, in front of my friends boy? I gave you a command and I expect You to do it. NOW LEESHA!”

Startled he dropped to the ground, moving on hands and knees forward to her. Once right at her feet he rocked back to rest his butt on his heels, placing his palms on his thighs. Raising his chin up so that his collar was exposed to her the metal d-ring shining in the half-light.

Before she could turn and grab her duffle she heard a feather light whisper, “Ma’am, Master sent me over to help you in anyway possible.” It was Master Robert’s little one, beautiful in her black leather collar and slave bells. Smiling she reached over and caressed a cheek.

“Thank you little one, please could you get me the nylon leash from my duffle.”

She watched as the girl dipped then kneeled next to the duffle, carefully unzipping it. After a short rummage she arose with the item.

Grabbing it Mistress Red turned around and snapped it into place, pulling Wallace’s face toward her own, “Are you prepared for the punishment, or do you want to beg for my forgiveness?”

His eyes turned up to hers with a whimper he moved forward even more. She let out an exasperated sigh and growled, “SPEAK”

“M-Mistress, please, forgive this one, he did not mean to anger or disobey…” “What a pathetic excuse, do you really think me to believe that you did not want to fondle and fuck that little slut?”

“M-Mistress…I…. didn’t mean to disobey—-”

“But you completely forgot the rules I gave you before leaving the house tonight right. Boy you must learn that the rules I set forth are for your benefit. Did you even consider coming to ask me?”

He bowed his head ashamed for the first time tonight, “No Mistress, this one didn’t.”

“Then I believe your begging is over with boy.”

Wallace raised his eyes to her again; staring back she did not show him any mercy or forgiveness. It was time he learned what a true bitch she could be, by the end of tonight she was certain he wasn’t going to be putting his hands on anything that they didn’t belong on.

“Stand boy.” Yanking hard on his leash she brought him to his feet, his eyes watering a little from the loss of air for a moment. “Melinda, please hold this for me.” She gave the end of the leash to Master Robert’s sub and walked around behind Wallace, grabbing his hair pulling his head backwards. “I want you to feel every once of hate I have in me tonight, I want you screaming out for your own life. Maybe then I will consider bringing you along with me again on an outing. Do I make myself perfectly clear boy? Answer.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Releasing his hair she grabs his arms pulling them above his head with such force that it causes him to rock on his feet and whimper a bit. With a glance Master Robert stride forward lowering the suspender bar down, and offers over a pair of wrist restraints from her bag. Smiling evilly she takes them up, strapping them in place. Wallace’s continued whimpering a drum beat to fuel her anger.

“Will you help me lock him in place?” He question didn’t need to be asked, Master Robert was already locking his fingers around one of the boy’s wrists, slowly bringing it to the bar and attaching him, she doing the same with the other. Quietly she steps back gazing up. “Thank you Master Robert.”


“Milinda you may drop the leash. Thank you, you can go sit with your Master now.”

“A pleasure to serve you Ma’am.”

As the girl drops back into the shadows, Mistress Red turns her dark eyes upon her boy, taking in his body from stern to tail, the leather harness giving no hiding places to his naked body. She liked the way he looked in it, trim and cut well almost like an Adonis at the right times. She could hardly image him disobeying her at the club, but he had and now, now she had to figure out what to do with him.

Tapping her bottom lip with her index finger she turns and walks to her duffle, grabbing up her crop, “Now boy, the thing is, pain is your forte, so it’s hard for me to find something that would ring the truth of the punishment in.”

Wallace muffled a snort of laughter, which caused her to spin around and flex the crop. Whizzing through the air in landed with a resounding whap, across his skin.


She growled low in her throat and let out three more whaps against his sides, driving the pain of the first away with harder strokes. “What did I say boy” the fourth stroke came down over his semi-stiff cock, which drew forth a loud scream from him. “Tell me what I commanded of you! Now boy.” The fifth and sixth came down swiftly licking his balls with a harsh whapping sound.

“I… ow…. Was ….OW… not to speak, Mi-sssssssssss-tress.” The last came out with a hiss as the seventh stroke landed across his chest.

“And what are you doing? Answer now!” An eighth stroke snapped across his face, just barely missing his left eye.

“Speaking, Mistress.” His knees buckled and he hung from the bar by his wrists.

“Do you want me to gag you boy? Or will you refrain from your screaming?” she looked at him closely, her eyes taking in his form and the nice red welts rising from his penis and balls.

He didn’t answer, so she took that as a yes and glided back to her duffle. Reaching in she took out her favorite gag to use on him. It was a little wonderful leather device; light enough to not bite into the sides of ones mouth, but heavy enough to muffle the screams. The best feature on this gag though was the miniature dildo that was attached were the ball would be. It filled the whole mouth so that the person could not possibly slip the gag off.

Turning she showed it to him, allowing him to speak one last time and decline the use of the gag, but he stayed silent and that was the only answer she needed as she sauntered around behind him.

Yanking on his hair again, pulling his head back so as she could just slide the mouth piece between his lips and lock it down. Securing it with the tiny silver lock she coos, stroking his forehead. Leaning in she lets her breath just tickle his ear, “You know boy, this all could have been avoided if you learned to keep your hands off of the first available Punta that smiled at you.”

Shoving his head forward she rakes her nails down his back, hearing him try to shriek against the gag, laughing as she watches a little tiny blood droplet form. Striding back to her duffle she bends into the task of setting out her toys, with intent to make him learn obedience.

When each instrument is lain out with proper care, her hands slowly moves over them, her fingers caressing the leather, latex and metal, her mind getting a mental picture of the boy with each being applied to him. Before long, her fingers stop, lying over the bulldog clamps. Tiny things they are, they pack a powerful bite, with teeth that dig into the skin.

Picking them up she turns to her boy, eyeing him with a slow careful glance, her dark smile grew. Stepping to him she raises the clamps before his eyes, the small chain dangling from her fingers, her lips once more caressing his ears, “Mmm you like these don’t you boy?” She felt his nod against her shoulder. Smiling more her fingers draw open one clamp, letting the teeth graze against his already puckered nipple, “Oh you would like them there wouldn’t you?” again his nod of confirmation, his breath steadily gaining speed behind the leather. Carefully she tails the teeth down over his chest and then belly, “But boy, that’s not where they’re going… Would you like to know where they are going?” they were over his penis now, and still moving down around it. His gulp was audible to everyone. With a snap the clamp caught his tender right ball and latched into place making him jerk against his restraints and let out the most muffled scream she’s ever heard.

Quickly reaching down she latches the other to his left ball, her eyes never leaving his face. He jerked again and struggled whipping his body against the leather cuffs, his legs trying to close and brush off the little instruments of pain. To no avail though, because the more he struggled to get them off the tighter they became.

Grinning her hands reach behind her and pull up the slapper. Deftly she applies five good whaps to his balls, hitting the clamps without thought, watching him writhe, his face white with pain. Five slaps later she exchanged the instrument for another, a long rod with a glass ball at the end.

Again she showed it to him, watching his eyes widen with fear as to where she was going to apply it. This was his favorite toy as well, now it was going to be used to teach him, she liked the irony. Flicking the switch, the humming filled a now totally silent room. Waving it before his eyes once more she brings it down to run just barely over his belly, “You like this don’t you boy?”

He nodded but with a muffled sound that could have been a yes.

Stepping away from him she lets the wand glide over his belly, letting it stimulate him before lifting it away and bringing it down on his balls. The shock the wand sent coursed through his body very visibly causing him to scream out against the gag, balling his hands into fists. She could not have wanted a better reaction.

“Is it your favorite still boy?” her words held a hot edge of malice. She watched his head nod a yes, and again she applied the glass ball to his calls, catching this time the clamps there.

Pain racked through his eyes, and his legs clamped shut on her, causing the wand to press hard and jolt him again and again. Growling she pulls the toy back to her, switching it off, setting it down. In one step she was there, her hand pulling his head back her breath hot and angry.

“Open those legs boy.” He didn’t move, his breath was erratic against the gag, his eyes white around the edges, “DO as your told boy or else.” He whimpered, shaking his head pulling his own hair tighter and tighter in her grasp.

Snarling she tossed him aside, letting him slump in his cuffs. Angrily she strides to the wall, taking up two more restraints big enough to fit on his ankles. Gesturing to Master Robert, they both walk to Wallace.

“Open your legs.” Waiting with no response, Mistress Red kicked them open, getting a violent pleasure out of it. Once they are properly spread she and Master Robert secure him to the floor eyebolts.

Stepping back she’s surveys her boy spread eagle in the semi-darkness of the play dungeon, his balls a nice red, his face tear streaked and frightened. Tapping her lip once more her mind races for different ideas.

Touching the little weight set she has… tracing her fingers over the cool metal she takes up the hundred gram, putting a little hook in it, she walks to him, kneeling. Raising his penis out of the way she hands the weight squarely from the middle of the chain, cooing as he hisses behind the gag. Standing she goes back to the table.

Each moment that went by she could hear him breathing, heavily against the gag, it was loud in the still silent room, she felt the eyes of the other dungeon goers on her back, wondering what she would do next. It wasn’t easy to administer a public punishment, to judge what would get peoples attention and what would make them turn away. She didn’t want to offend anyone, but she did want to drive home the reason. Sighing slightly she reached out and picked up the four foot whip.

Caressing its black braided surface she turned, fixing her eyes into an angry gaze upon him, “You don’t like this do you boy?”

His reaction was clear as day, the way his body jerked back, the creak of the leather, the white starting to rim around his eyes. She sighed and tapped it upon the palm of her hand, continuing to watch and she strode behind him.

Her fingers just barely grazed his back. She took three steps back and judged the distance; her eyes took in the weight hanging the angle he was leaning to, everything… Raising the whip she flicked her wrist slightly feeling the tail whiz through the air and the soft crack against his flesh.

“maaah” was all you could hear from behind the gag. She shook her head and again raised the whip.

Stroke number two landed nicely, sounder than the first, leaving a bright red line horizontally across his skin. Relishing in the second groan he produced she flicked her wrist three more times in a row, leaving nothing to keep him from feeling the pain. She closed her eyes briefly as she let the last lash fall. Six was enough to have him limp forward, the weight handing from his testicals swinging painfully.

Walking around to his front, she used the butt of the whip to lift his chin. The tears spilled down his cheeks, making him almost look innocent. It got to her, she wondered briefly if she should stop, wondered if she was driving it home a little too much but then shook her head, her auburn locks falling into her brown eyes.

“No boy. You and I both know that I cannot stop,” her whisper was for him only, she saw his slight nod and his eyes start to have a soft determination in them. “I’m very sorry for it hurts me a lot more than it is hurting you.”

Turning away she picks up the feather, bringing it forward running it all along his chest, watching him buckle with laughter. Keeping up her torture she reaches around and picks up a very small whip, and starts to lash it across his torso and thighs, pleased in hearing his choking gasping screams behind his gag.

For fifteen minutes she kept up the on slot… watching him like a hawk, the turn of his body, every minute twist to get away from either instrument. She made sure that her whip never landed on a vital area of his body, that she didn’t hurt him too badly. Each stroke puckered up along his skin. She watched, as his front became a latticework or red stripes.

Slowing to a stop she sets the feather aside, taking a good look at his face, the tear streaks and pain evident. She flicks him two more times before setting the little whip down. Striding to her toy table again she takes up the serrated blade.

Lifting it to the light she admires the shine. He cared for the blade, he cleaned it daily, making sure it was in top shape and sharp enough to give him the right amount of sting. Twisting it in the light she sighs, turning to him. Steadily walking forward she rests the cool metal against his reddened flesh, just drawing the tip down just barely touching him.

Circling about him, she lets the blade bit deeper, the sharp tip digging in and drawing out a chorus of hisses. Every time his body jerked back she draw the blade a little deeper, watching with interest at the tiny droplets forming along the line left from her blade.

Just as she reached his back a soft moan comes from the crowd, causing her to take her attention away from her boy, and fall directly upon a girl. Fair complexion, her sun yellow hair pulled into little pigtails. Dressed in a baby doll outfit of sheer pink, she looked radiant. Perky breasts, lush red lips, and eyes of the deepest blue; she was gorgeous, and at that moment she was fingering herself.

Another soft moan escaped those lips of hers. Mistress Red could not believe it; in the midst of her punishment someone was getting delight, this someone rudely interrupting her.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat, watching as the girl started and gazed up from below her painted lashes. The blush crept from her cheeks down over the tops of her breasts making her utterly beautiful.

Behind her the moan of her boy made her note that the girl was new, growling deeply she twisted his face around to make him look, “Is that the little cunt.”

His nod was all she needed, letting go of his face she slashed out, feeling the blade dig deeply into his back, from shoulder to the middle of the back she went, her eyes focused and furious. The girl had returned to her loud wet noises, fueling another slash across his back, this one criss-crossing.

“See what this little bitch does to you boy, feel what she is doing to you,” snarling it out she slashed straight downward, not listening to his screams, nor feeling the slickness of his blood, “Do you really want her? Do you really want to feel this every time you touch her?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the girls’ orgasm rained down upon the stunned silence, and as the boy fell limp against his bindings, the weight swung in a soft crescendo, only to stop as well and fall dead as well.

Slipping around to the front of him she lifts his chin watching as his eyes flicker open, landing on the bloody knife, a distinctive shiver courses through him behind her fingertips. He was starting to bruise, and the intricate web of cuts and lashes made his handsome figure look like a tormented soul from hell.

Reaching up she quickly releases the bindings watching him fall to his knees before her. Deftly she takes off the gag, and allows him to get his voice back before delicately whispering, “Now boy, tell me what I ordered you to do this morning.”

“I was got dress in my best attire, be on my best behavior, and come to the club with you. I was to be kind and courteous, and above all I was not to touch another submissive or dominate.”

“Very good,” She looked down and inspected the cuts. They weren’t deep enough to need stitches; in fact they were already starting to scab up. She was proud of her work, he had the point driven home to him, but one thing remained, “And boy, what do you do if you really want to play with someone?”

“Ask first Mistress,” his whisper was monotone.

“Turn on your knees and look at the slut you admired so earlier. Look at how she touched herself during your pain. Look hard sub and study. Gaze at everything around you, for this is the last time you will be allowed to come with me.”

He looked, and made a face that she couldn’t distinctly describe. It was a combination of horror and terrible hurt. He looked at how the girl let her juices flow from herself, over her thighs, took in how she glowed from watching him. Then the look turned to something like shame, she felt her heartache at the decision she had made, but it was for the best.

“Unlock yourself.”

Once he had his feet free he made to rise up to stand and she halted him, her hand taping her neck. Sighing he rested back on his heels, parting his thighs slightly as his hands turned palms up upon the tops of his legs. Raising his chin he leaned forward so that the d-ring of his collar showed.

The leash latched on with a solid click and she pulled it taunt to her so that his face was almost in her crotch, “Kiss”, and he did so, pressing his dry lips to her leather clad valley and bowed his head.

Hearing someone move behind her, Mistress Red looked over her shoulder. Milinda had placed all her toys back in the duffle, leaving two out yet by the command of her Master. Smiling Red knew why Master Robert was renounded for his sadistic mind.

“Bring me the belt please little one.” With the whisper of silk the male chastity belt was placed in her free hand, giving the girl a warm smile she focused back in on her boy.

“Kneel” he rose up high on his knees and parted his thighs. His eyes were glued on the belt in her hand. Slowly she put it on, happy that the harness didn’t come down and around his waist, pulling off the clamps before pulling the belt tight. With a little tiny silver lock that she clicked into place the belt was on and secure. Tugging the leash again, “Kiss”, she watched his movement in it. Satisfied that it wasn’t too tight she reached out, feeling the handle of the zapper hit her palm.

“Milinda dear, come here now.” Master Robert’s voice broke the loud silence, it sort of heralded the end of the punishment, and others raised their voices once more into conversation.

“Sheen, and lead.” She waited for him to start walking on his hands and knees before turning on the electrified tennis racket.

All the way out and even in the car, she spanked him with it, enjoying the little tiny zaps and sparks that flew, and the soft hisses that followed.

Upon the next week, Mistress Red locked the door to her apartment. Striding to out of her complex to her car her smile could not have been brighter, for back inside her dark home Wallace was chained, in the bathroom. His lead was hooked to the toilet and upon the floor were two dishes, one with water in it, and the other with a happy meal from McDonalds. He was being the obedient little pup she always knew he could be.

Submitted by: mared

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