Ready, bitch?

“Ready, bitch? This is your last chance, the last time you have a choice of any kind, for a long time, if, you may leave now and forever or accept what is coming by giving me your total submission”.

In truth, the decision had already been made and there was no backing out now. I was already tightly shackled into a ‘spanking bench’ that had me on all fours, bound at the ankles, behind the knees, across the wrists, forearms and at the waist. Totally unable to move. The muscles across my broad shoulders tensing and flexing against the bonds.

Standing at my left side I see in my peripheral vision the long, black thigh boots of Mistress. My head is then wrenched up at she pulls my hair hard and gets close to my face, her sent is intoxicating. “Well, bitch?”. I look at this beautiful, powerful woman and utter the words “Yes Mistress”.

“Very well”. She clicks her fingers and her and her two slaves move from their positions in the corner where they have been standing patiently. Both of them are fully incased in latex, one looks to take the form of a small petite woman, the other a muscular male. Mistress moves in front of me, still holding me tightly by the hair. She slaps my face. Hard. Then again. And again. It leaves a painful sting on my face. “Open your mouth bitch”.

At that moment the male slave reaches from behind and fixes a large rubber o-ring gag into my mouth, stretching it wide. He fastens it in place, then proceeds to fasten another leather strap across the base of my neck to one of the many rings on the spanking bench. It barely allows me to lift my head more than a few centimetres.

There is a wicked smile across Mistress’ face. She look into my eyes, lifts me chin ever slightly… as far as possible, drool already starting to flow from my mouth uncontrollably, feeling totally humiliated already, I knew it was only the beginning… She looks at me tells me, “you’re such a filthy, little perverted bitch… I know how much you crave to be degraded, how you need to be humiliated in the dirtiest possible ways. But you have no idea what I’m capable of and you have no idea what you’ve really got yourself into. You also have no idea how much I enjoy breaking down bitch boys like you. Nothing gets me off more than taking a strong, masculine slave and breaking his will, training and moulding him to be 100% obedient.

While all this was taking place I could feel the presence of the female slave at my rear. I then felt a thin but cold but small implement invade my trussed up bitch hole. The manner it was put in was unceremonious, I’d had my arse stretched and filled before, but this was different, this whole situation was different and more intense than anything I’d experienced, I’d certainly never been in the presence of men in a sexual context before, let alone had one strap me down and gag me.

The next thing to happen was a blindfold was placed over my eyes, I was plunged into total darkness. At this point, I felt my tongue being pulled out from between my gag, I also felt my cock, pulled ever so slightly… Mistress voice then brought me back to the present. “You see slave I’m going to collect your disgusting little fluids for later use… you’ll find out what that is much later…”

I was panic stricken as either the male slave was touching my tongue or worse still my cock… despite all this my cock couldn’t help by grow. A peg was placed on my tongue. Immediately the amount of drool my downcast and open mouth produced increased, a large glass was placed directly beneath catching all of my disgusting spit. I could feel a condom being rolled onto my now hard cock and then the snap of a cock ring at the base of my cock. I knew it would be leaking an enormous amount of pre cum.

At that moment I felt a warm liquid begin to flow into my arsehole… I was being given an enema. I’d read about them while reading Femdom porn during my fantasies but I never thought I would be literally on the receiving end of one.

After a few minutes I started to feel incredibly full and uncomfortable, but I could nothing. I had no idea how long this would last. Then I felt Mistress hot breath close to my face. She leaned into my ear and through hot breath said “this is just the beginning bitch boy, I’m going to leave you here for a while and I want you to think about the pain that you’ll be giving to me when I return…”. Before leaving someone placed headphones into my ears… nothing but the low drawl of white noise. When I thought there was nothing else that they could possibly do and I already felt totally trussed up and invaded I felt cold steel against the inside of my nostrils… a nose hook… pulled back over my head and attached to the leather strap across the back of my neck… my head now kept down in place and pulled up all at once.

I have no idea how long I had been there, I could still feel drool continue to flow from my mouth that was beginning to ache and tension on my nose. It felt like it could have been hours… but I really didn’t know. Then finally I felt someone touching my cock… in a milking fashion… extracting the hours of pent up pre cum. I could feel there was a lot already trapped in the condom.

Then the touching stopped. My bladder was now unbelievably uncomfortable and full.

That thought was about to me taken away from me as a felt a sharp sting across my back, followed by another, and another and another… The peg still on my tongue made it impossible to even clench my teeth, totally unable to move I could do nothing but accept it. The sting of Mistress’ flogger intensified with each strike. As I thought I could take no more it ceased. But not for long… next Mistress began to flog my arse cheeks… the pain rippled through me and again I could do nothing. Initially I was counting the strikes internally… but when it became apparent it was not just a case of Mistress using round numbers I recognised the futility in counting and simply gave up… she was breaking me, just as she said she would.

*thank you for my story, bitch chad*

The Dream

*a vivid dream sent to me by bitch patrick*  It amuses me as it is very obvious FemDom porn...

It started with me lying on my back on the floor and you were standing over me with one foot on either side of my head.  You were wearing black stilettos, sheer black stockings, tight black satin panties and a black corset.  You were looking down on me, telling me to say out loud who I adored and served.  My response was “you, Mistress”.  You continued to tell me to say things that progressively got to me saying I was inferior to you, that I was owned by you, that my only purpose was to do as you say and give you pleasure no matter how you decided to take it  You then pulled your panties aside and pissed on me.  You straddled down lower and made sure I was swallowing your amber nectar, every drop.  When you had finished you pulled your panties back into place, sat on my face and grinded your beautiful pussy on my face.  I was being smothered and struggled but I could not get up, you had me pinned down.  You laughed at my efforts and pushed down harder.  My nose felt like it was breaking.  I could feel you getting wet through your panties and I could tell that you were getting close to an explosive orgasm.  

Once you had orgasmed, you told me to kneel up straight in front of a large mirror.  You stood behind me and told me to close my eyes.  You bent down and licked the side of my face and then shoved your tongue into my mouth, almost making me gag as you pushed your tongue down my throat.  I could feel your breath on my face and smell your beautiful scent and then feel your hands holding my neck, your strong fingers clasping around my throat, slowly squeezing harder and harder as you gently kissed my ear.  Your knees were digging into my back as you got more leverage to squeeze harder.  If I opened my eyes you slapped me hard. You let your hands ease off my neck and I felt instant relief but it was short lived as you roughly wrapped a sheer stocking around my neck, told me to open my eyes then with all your strength pulled as hard you could.  I was choking and thrashing around trying to escape but you were too strong and had too much leverage.  You were almost lifting me off my knees.  You were laughing and telling me to look at myself in the mirror.  I was turning blue and you were starting to glisten with sweat from the effort.  I was starting to lose consciousness and could feel a heaviness come over me as I drifted into oblivion.  Your knees were really digging into my back as you put a final strenuous effort into putting me out.  

I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke I was tied up and you were sitting looking at me smoking a cigarette.  You had your long sexy legs parted and were enjoying me looking between them.  

At that point, I woke up and I had the biggest erection and instantly felt a shiver go through me.  That fear and respect I feel for you returned and I was hyper aware of just how powerful you are and how weak I am under you.  It was a fantastic dream Mistress and it really felt so real…

HER

*written for me by the lovely submissive, chad*

She gazes upon him with an incredulous stare.
Peering over the top of Her thin, red framed spectacles.
Perfect black hair pulled back ferociously tight.
Her attire, indicative of one so powerful.
Her intelligence and beauty, confirmation of it.
he is made to stand in the middle of the room.
The room is foreign to him. Uncomfortable.
his head is slightly bowed, he is unsure where to place his gaze.
his hands held together behind his back his palms sweat.
his posture as perfect as he can muster.
he is nervous. he is right to be.
he feels Her stare upon him.
It feels as though it may soon burn a hole straight through him.
he is exposed, for now he is unbound but he has never felt more paralysed.
Any attempt to escape now would be folly.
Should he really be here?
Is this what he thought would happen.
Anyway. That doesn't matter now. It's too late.
he no longer has any control.
he meekly brings his eyes up to meet Hers.
he straightens his back further and gulps as She draws breath to speak...
"Mr Smith, i am satisfied that you are guilty on all counts..."

The Prequel

Before Miss Alexia was borne, he was a beautiful, insecure, alpha, cocky, sexy male bitch who had a high sex drive.  His sexual interest was to pursue sexy femmes, couples and enjoy group sex encounters.  The drive to fuck was a primal need.  He needed the fix, he craved the connection of flesh; a variety of flesh.  He lived this way for many years, non-emotional, search for something, for someone to fulfil his whole being.  He was floundering, something was missing from his life.  He continued with his sexual pursuits throughout the years… exploring various kinks including BDSM.

He was on various sites; adult and kink sites but they were not fulfilling the inner need he was seeking… until one day, he came across her…a dominant woman who took his breath away.  He watched her, actually he stalked her for a couple of weeks.  Observing her, learning about her before approaching her.  He found her to be a fascinating creature.  He even described her as an apex predator… although he, himself, was also a predator.  She made him buzz.  He felt alive for the first time, in a very long time.

She was charismatic, beautiful, smart, crazy, sexy, sweet and magnetic.

He approached her by sending her an email enquiring about kink related topics.  He asked if she could assist him in exploring his kink.  She said no, initially but recommended other women for him to engage in.  He wasn’t interested in anyone else.  He wanted her and he was single focussed in getting her full attention.  He even threw in a comment about making her a salmon and asparagus meal one day.  

The dominant woman, reassessed this switch male.  She wondered why he pursued her when there were so many other women to connect with.  He started to capture her attention.  

Their communications increased and they started to learn about each other.  They met.  They both realised the strong attraction they had for each other.  Her strong and feminine; him strong and masculine.  ying and yang.  He shared his desires with her.  She was open to most of them but a couple held no real interest however she was happy to explore because she felt a strong connection to him as time passed.  Feminisation was one of interests.  Degradation and Humiliation was another.

She decided to have him clean her home, naked firstly.  Later, he purchased a French maid outfit, PVC style.  And wore it whilst cleaning her house another time.  He looked ridiculously cute in it but still masculine.  

Feminisation…was the intended goal for her switch male.

She decided to take him shopping to some of the Opp shops around the local area to see what dress styles were available.  She obtained his feedback on the style of clothing that appealed to him.  He was partial to shiny/sparkly, sequin type materials.  Short, tailored dresses were appealing to him.  They both looked at the various heels on offer that he could comfortably wear until he was confident to wear higher heels without lurching around the place.

The dominant woman purchased a couple of dresses and a pair of black, sparkly shoes, 3 inch heel shoes for Alexia.  Alexia was the named she had chosen for him.  It suited him.

The dominant woman looked across at Alexia while he was driving her home and she noted the glow in his beautiful cheeks, and the trickle of perspiration down the side of face.  His excitement was evident.  

That night, she decided to start the slow transformation of him to Miss Alexia.  The dominant woman had suspenders, stockings, various styles of bras and panties for him to try on at home, and parade them for her until she found the right ‘look’ she wanted for him.  Tasteful with a touch of sluttiness.  She felt a buzz within her, and was slowly liking the idea of feminising this masculine creature who yearned to be a woman in the dominant woman’s presence.  This is how he wanted to serve her… and the dominant woman was finally open to exploring the kink journey with Miss Alexia…

You

You sat across the bar from me tonight. I saw the look.
The look said you needed pleasure.
The look cried of your need to be touched in the darkest places.
That look bellowed out for a stranger's hands to release your chains.
You held my gaze.
I held yours.
Not a single word between us, but so many thoughts shared in that brief encounter.
You told your desires,
You whispered your insecurities,
You shared your deepest wants.
I saw that look, and I answered.

Miss Alexia - the lost chapter

*written by my friend, A*
 
The Mistress knew that she would some day truly posses her slave...so she watched her prey silently from afar...this creature was her obsession...they had connected on a level not experienced before, she desired to OWN him and CONTROL him...and he wished to be bound to her in the strictest of servitude!!!

The Mistress understood his sissy fantasies and agreed to explore...she researched on-line and became aroused seeing these male sluts sucking cock and serving their Mistresses.

This dynamic suited her own desires...she so enjoyed man on man action...but in reality there were so few males that truly understood.

The Mistress decided to take this to the limit...and test her slaves devotion!

Firstly, the Mistress made it clear that this activity was for his benefit not hers...she preferred her slaves to be masculine and strong...she enjoyed the CFnm dynamic and kept her slaves naked and chained around the house...but that she would allow it to continue on her terms.

She told him that if he truly wanted to serve her in this way...he would need to perform to her satisfaction.

On specific occasions she would allow her slave to perform his domestic chores in his PVC maids uniform.

The Mistress instructed her slave that for this privilege he must perform and present to the highest standard.

The slave would need to rise early at 5 am to prepare...he would need to to shower and shave every inch of his body...lightly scenting with perfume...and made up to the most feminine and best of his ability.

The Mistress had taken care that her slave only purchased items that met her needs, his uniform had strict locking devices so that once presented there would be no release until she was satisfied.

This included leather ankle straps that locked around the 2" heels that he wore...she knew that after a long hard day of service he would be desperate for release.

As was now the case his cock was locked and his arse plugged...from this torment there would be no release!!!

The slave would serve his Mistress breakfast and prepare her wardrobe...she was after all a very busy Woman.

She had little time for this display...she was going to work and expected her slave to complete his chores in silent servitude.

The Mistress rewarded her slave in this manner once a month...however she soon tired of this and sought to extend her control...she had been grooming her slave to become more feminine and when he was ready she took it to the next level.

The Mistress informed her slave that he would be required to join her for an outing...she informed him that he would be required to accompany her in public as a woman.

The slave was nervous but aroused...his beautiful Mistress laid out his attire, smart casual skirt and blouse with heels and stockings.

Once the transformation was complete the Mistress admired her work...she told her sissy slave that he must be on his best behaviour and do as he was told at all times.

They drove around the city and the Mistress enjoyed the attention they received...most did not notice however there was certain interest from men in dark suits.

They drove to a local post box...his Mistress had a letter to post to a friend.

She instructed her slave to post it for her...the slave tentatively exited the vehicle...this was his first time in public and he was scared...the Mistress could sense his delicious fear...the slave took his first steps and completed his task.

When he turned to receive his Mistresses blessing he heard the car doors lock...with an evil glint in her eye she drove off leaving her slave stranded by the road.

The slave was frozen with fear...it took him a couple of minuets to assess this situation...he soon realized that she wasn't coming back. 

He decided to walk...he did not know where...just walk...soon after, his phone rang...it was his Mistress, she informed him that she was at the cafe down the road and instructed him to join her.

When he arrived there was a coffee waiting for him...the Mistress and her "lady" friend enjoyed their time...the slave was surprised that he was not drawing more attention...his Mistress assured him that he was in fact quite passable and that provided he did not draw attention to himself he would soon blend in and be accepted as a woman.

The Mistress was enjoying seeing her plan come together...soon she would have him right where she wanted him!!!

As part of the Mistresses process the slave had been subjected to hours of mental and physical abuse designed to break him down and prepare him for his ultimate demise...

He was chained and beaten...locked in solitary confinement and degraded in the most humiliating of ways...she re-enforced  her expectation that he would serve her as a whore...she relentlessly fucked him with her huge strapon cocks and made him worship them with his mouth...

Finally the time had come, there was an up-coming kink event and she wanted to present her sissy maid slut to the world.

The Mistress was stunning...dressed in a long black PVC trench coat with matching corset and thigh boots.

The slave was equally impressive in his PVC uniform fishnets and heels...what a slut!!!

The slave stayed by his Mistresses side, not daring to look anyone in the eye...she was accompanied by her Female Dominant friends and the mood was intense.

During the course of the evening the Mistress had noticed her slave had caught the attention of many of the males in attendance.

She discussed this with her group and decided that her slave should perform a task for them.

The slave was instructed to introduce herself  to each of the males and inform them that as part of a fund raising task for his Mistresses FemDom group he would be in the wet room performing blow jobs for a gold coin donation for the next hour.

Over the course of the next hour several male's made their "donation"...the Mistress was pleased with her support and rewarded her slave by publicly pissing in his mouth to wash down his throat.

The slave received his Mistresses gift and many onlookers were shocked at this display of Dominance.

Later, after more activities...the Mistress decided that she and her group would enjoy watching some male on male action...she invited the donors to attend the wet room again...but this time for a bukkake scene...the Female Dominants took their place on the long leather lounge...the sissy slave was made to kneel in front of them with her hands cuffed behind her back...then one by one each of the males proceeded to masturbate over the slave...they sprayed his pretty face with load after load of hot cum...it ran down his face and dripped from his hair...it made his makeup run and stained his dress...what a mess!!! 

The male's were instructed to leave and the Dominants admired her slave...they commented on his devotion to his Mistress and she was elevated to a higher level.

Feeling charged with sexual power his Mistress decided to display her slave to the room...the slave was not allowed to fix herself and was required to remain by her side for the remainder of the evening.  

Over the next couple of weeks the Mistress enjoyed her slut...tormenting about her performance and humiliating her by posting photo's of the evening online...these pic's received lots of attention and then it happened...one of the donor's came forward and requested a private session with the slut.

The Mistress thought about this proposition and returned that she would arrange such a meeting for a further donation of $500 for one hour.

The Mistress did not think more of it expecting that the required donation would limit the request.

To the Mistresses surprise the donor agreed and a date was set.

During the week the Mistress primed her slave and told him of her expectations...she told him that there would be a gentleman caller on Friday and that he would be expecting maid service...

When the door bell rang and all was in place, the maid answered the door and escorted the caller to his Mistress.

There was a brief discussion and a couple of glances...the donation was made and all that was required was to complete the transaction.

The slave led the donor to the basement where her bed was made.

It was a small room at the entrance to his Mistresses Dungeon, it was only large enough for a single bed and had an en-suit attached.

It was a solitary room with a lock on the door and a web cam installed so that the Mistress could monitor her slave.

The gentleman undressed and showered...the sissy slave whore sat dutifully on her bed...when the caller returned he was naked and his manhood was erect...the slave took it in his hand and kissed it...he cupped his balls and gently massaged them as he licked his cock...the Mistress watched on with intent...the donor took the slave by the hair and forced his cock deep into her mouth...again and again...the slave brought him to the edge...his expert mouth delivering loads of pleasure...his Mistress had trained him well.

The caller then pushed the whore onto the bed and told her to lay on her stomach...he mounted her from behind and ploughed his rigid cock into her arse...the pain was exquisite...his motion and momentum increased until he exploded in ecstacy...

The Mistress enjoyed this display and fingered herself to climax...at the completion of this new chore, the slave presented to his Mistress...the Mistress informed her slave that he had served her well and that he should expect to continue to serve her in this way.

With that said the Mistress directed the slave to complete his daily chores and warned that they had better be done by her return!!!

Mistress had decided to go shopping with her donation and was expecting a most enjoyable time...

The Story - Part 20

Mistress stood up and gazed down at her slave.  He still had some feistiness there…she liked that however he needed to be reminded of who he served.  She requested he follow her down to the dungeon.  He followed  obediently.  She told him to stand up against the wall.  The cuffs were placed on both his wrists and ankles.  Mistress did not speak during this preparation.  She pulled down the chains and attached them to his wrists then dragged his arms up by pulling down the chains and anchoring them to the hooks at floor level.  Next, she attached the chains to his ankles.  They were pulled taut and anchored to the hooks on the floor.  She stood up, moved away and returned with duct tape.  She cut a piece and placed it over his mouth.

Next, she placed foam ear plugs into his ears, and blindfolded him.  3 of his senses were shut down.  Sight, Sound, Smell. 

He heard the muffled sound of the dungeon door close.  He had been restrained, was this his punishment?

Two hours went by and he was feeling tired.  His legs wanted to buckle but his Mistress had pulled the chains tight to keep him restrained up against the cold stone wall.  He wanted to piss but didn’t.  15 minutes later, he heard the muffled sound of the door open.  He turned his head slightly.  Waiting for the removal of one of the restraints.  Mistress removed the duct tape from his mouth.  He was relieved his lips and mouth felt dry.  In the next moment, Mistress threw cold water all over him.  slave was so surprised he banged his head against the stone wall, and gasped and spluttered.  Mistress placed the duct tape back over his mouth and left the dungeon.  He was cold.  He pissed himself because he was cold but also he was in need.  He could smell his urine and he wasn’t happy about it… eventually it would smell his lower half.

Two hours went by and slave was totally exhausted, standing.  It was dark outside now.  Mistress entered the room, and removed the ear plugs.  Hello my bitch alpha slave – still feeling feisty and aggressive towards me?  Slave mumbled behind his taped mouth.  Mistress slapped his face twice, which made him bang his head hard against the stone wall… again.

Before he knew it, he felt water trickling down over his head.  Like a fountain it trickled all the way down his body covering almost every part of his skin.  It felt soothingly warm and nice at this moment but he knew his body would feel cold shortly.  His feet were starting to feel numb.  Mistress loosened his arms and they fell to his side.  he was thankful.  She chained his wrist cuffs to the front of his body… undid the chains from his ankles and told him to sit.  He was still blindfolded, duct taped, and cold.  Mistress then poured a litre milk over him, and said now you sit in this milky mess until it turns sour.  I will see you tomorrow morning, slave.  When I return I expect you to be in the same spot.  She kicked him in the balls, hard, before she walked out the door and locked it.

Slave was breathless, astounded at his Mistress’ callousness.  Goddess, he loved her!  He wondered what the heck she would do to him tomorrow to  help him learn respect, and be humble in her presence, and accept everything she said.  After all, she was the law in this household and he was being reminded that she could do anything she wanted to because he had consented.

Hours later, actually it was only an hour later, she returned, and unchained him and returned his senses with the removal of the blindfold and duct tape.  She stated he clean up the milk, go shower himself, make a milo for himself and return to his cage in the dungeon.  Slave busily got on with it.

It took slave an hour and 15 mins to undertake his Mistress’ request.  It was 9.00pm by then.  She returned to see him at 9.15pm.  slave was sitting up in his cage.  Mistress leant forward to remove his collar.  Slave felt naked without it, felt loss without it… the collar had been around his neck ever since he consented his submission to Mistress a month ago.

Mistress said quietly this will be returned to you when I feel you deserve it.  Slave nodded and accepted this severe punishment.  This meant he had really disappointed her.

Mistress smiled, forlornly, and said goodnight to her slave.  She closed the door.  He listened to her footfalls on the stairs.

slave lay down to sleep.  He had a myriad of thoughts buzzing around his head about how he could earn back his collar, and make up for the disappointment he caused to his Mistress.

Mistress Neta went to bed and thought long and hard whether slave alicks was worth the effort of training.  Yes, he had undertaken everything She’d demanded of him.  His spirited nature was something she had to reign in.  It was her duty to tame her slave, and that was going to be her principal goal to make him subservient in every fibre of his body and mind.  She would not shirk this responsibility, he was Hers and She was going to break him…eventually.

Tomorrow was a brand new day, and if he thought he had it hard over the past month… she had plenty more challenging tasks and duties in store for the young stallion…She smiled grimly, and with determination.