The Femdom Slave
As I am about to finish my long and exhausting day of work, I received a text from my Mistress saying: “Hello my dear femdom slave, once you are done with work I want you to go to the local bar and sit there until I arrive, it might take one hour. We have a lot to go over before we get to play.” I reply with a simple, “Yes Mistress”.
As soon as I finished, I started walking towards the exit and out of the building. I got to my car opened the door and sat down wondering what my Mistress meant by, “We have a lot to go over before we get to play”. Once I sit down I turn on the radio and drive away to the bar that my mistress has told me to go to. When I arrive at the bar I walk in and ask the bartender if I could have a beer.
As the bartender is handing me the beer that I have previously asked for he says
- “Thank you, sir, I hope it is the one you wanted.”
I reply
- “This will do the trick thanks for asking.”
When I am walking toward the table in the corner of the bar I start to notice that there aren’t very many people there. It’s just me and 5 ladies that are sitting across the room.
Slave to the dominant female
I am now sitting at a table all by myself on the far side of the bar. But I soon realize that the five ladies that are at the other end of the room start to glare in my direction. As I start to get nervous about the ladies that keep turning their heads in my direction I take a sip of my still-cold beer.
After I have taken a sip of my beer the five ladies that were turning their heads toward my direction stood up and slowly move in my direction. But it was hard for me to see what they looked because my vision was starting to get blurry and as they finally reached the table one of the ladies slapped me in the face and said:
- “Get on your knees!”
But when I was trying to get my knees as they have instructed I collapse on the floor and passed out.
Now I have no clue how long it has been but I wake up in a cage that is in a room surrounded by toys and other materials that are used for sexual purposes. But little did I know my journey to become a slave to the dominant female race was just beginning.
Hi am slave I need mistress
My imperious foster mother is convinced of female domination and has forced me to live as a subtenant with two powerfully built, bossy lesbians during my studies, to whom I must absolutely submit and obey dog-like. Both are members of a riding club and use me as their foot slave. When they come from their riding lesson, I have to take off their boots and lick their feet intensively. If I don’t do it with full commitment, they make me feel the riding crop mercilessly. Although I am submissively shaped by my strict upbringing, I still find it quite hard to have to lick the toes of the two Amazons (and sometimes even their girlfriends) on a regular basis. But my foster mother insists that I have to lead my life under strict female domination.
Female domination can no longer be stopped. More and more young men are willingly subordinating themselves to their female partners and letting them lead them. Some boys are submissive by nature; they know their place and kiss a lady’s feet submissively. Others are sometimes a bit rebellious and need to be re-educated; they need the riding crop. After that, they too like to bend down to the feet of their female educator, where they belong. The earlier young men gain this insight, the easier it will be for them to get along in a steady relationship later on.
His new life is about to begin what a lucky man