Monthly Archives: February 2019

ONCE A TEACHER …..

Life has changed dramatically after the Female Revolution. Female Education Law requires all males (young and old) to attend a Femdom Reform School every two years. It’s compulsory and failing to attend school is punishable without exceptions. The day starts at 08:00 a.m. by singing the Femdom Anthem:
♬ Oh, Mighty Women, in you we place our faith and trust ♬
The school regime is very strict and disciplinarian. As Miss Cane so eloquently put it: of course you’re allowed to make a mistake, but you will be brutally punished for it. Hear, hear, my bruised and battered ass would say. It’s not just the ass that’s in jeopardy though! Your hands, the soles of your feet, your hair and your ears are all used to discipline you. Sticks can teach a good slave, as the ancient Chinese used to say.
Still, in spite of everything, I’m happy to be here. Because of the Headmistress, you see. She’s so stunning and I hope I will  be Her slave and property one day. But, as She explained: If I take you under My wing, its because I want it, not because you want it. Words of wisdom, but then again: once a teacher …..

ALL THINGS BIG & SMALL

What the freak is that, She said, pointing at his penis.
This, Mistress? This is Goliath.
Goliath? My dear boy, that’s a deformed nipple of some sorts. I wonder what it looks like on a cold winter’s morning. You need a search-party then, I suppose. Tell me, do you use tweezers to masturbate?
No, Mistress, he chuckled. 
I’ve never seen anything like it, it looks like something nasty from outer space. You’re not alien, are you?
No, no, no!
Just asking. I assume you’re still a virgin then? 
No, Mistr-
Are you kidding Me? Sweet Jesus, that’s just freakish. Who on eart- Ah, wait a minute: they loved to be tickled. That’s it, isn’t it? 
Yes, Mistress, he said with a sour face, because Mistress is always right, even if She’s wrong.
I knew i- WOW, look, look; its moving. That’s so gross. Please pull up your pants, slave, will you? I’ve had enough horror for one day. Man, it looks like a slimy carrot, absolutely disgusting. Anyway, time for you to set the table. What do we have for dinner, Colossus?
Carrots, Mistress.

FEMDOM IS ….

Femdom is …. an awful lot of cleaning, I would say. Because I had a heartfelt relationship with detergents, dusters and scrubbing brushes for a long time. At the OWK I cleaned a bathroom floor once with a toothbrush (because serving a Mistress is not about making your life easier, is it boy). Every now and then the Mistress and Her cigarette came in to check up on me. She would drop some ash on the floor and slap me silly for being such a lousy cleaner. Hehe, a bit of humour never hurt anyone. Well, that’s not true, because She almost slapped me unconscious, but you know what I mean.
I cleaned everything: floors, windows, doors, bathrooms, bedrooms, refrigerators, bookshelves, cars, bikes and what not. Once finished, She would inspect everything meticulously. Without saying a word. Which was as nerve-racking as walking a tightrope across Niagara Falls. My heart beat the big drum and my teeth rattled like castanets. And then, finally, Her voice cut through the silence like a slashing blade: Slave! Come here! Sometimes She was satisfied and other times She was (certainly) not. And then I had to do it all over again. Still, I loved cleaning, loved the hard work and loved making myself useful, because that’s what being a slave is all about, really.

COCK SHOCK

The invention of sliced bread, the wheel and the Internet changed human society forever. Be that as it may, but I honestly think the Remote Control Cock Shock Ring should be added to this list. Well, a short version that is, because the name is much too long. Training a slave is a time consuming business. It takes weeks to get through his thick skull and it often feels like flogging a dead horse. It’s exhausting and quite frustrating at times. This lovely piece of kit changes all that. All that needs to be done is to push the button and watch the magic happen. And I assure you: the results are astonishing. From slow brain to fast learner in a jiffy! It’s miraculous! I love to see the panic in his eyes and hear the hysteria in his voice as he begs Me to stop. Yeah, if only ….. He has to squirm and suffer, because it teaches him how to obey blindly. And this device is just what the doctor ordered. Shockingly good, I would say. 

THE SHOE SNIFFER

I spy with my little eye …..
He jumped up from the cellar floor and swiftly turned around, as if stung by a bee. His eyes almost popped out of his head and he screamed higher than the Wiener Sängerknaben.
What are you doing, you pervert? Are you seriously sniffing your sister’s shoes?
She was filming the whole scene with Her cellphone camera.
No, absolutely not …. I was …..I….was clea-
Oh, shut up, wacko. Get down on your knees now!
Fuck you, he yelled. But there was panic in his voice.
She shrugged Her shoulders: Youtube it is then.
No, wait! Shit! OK, OK, look, I’m on my knees. Happy now?
She grabbed a roll of duct tape from a shelf and ordered him to hold the shoe to his face. She wrapped the duct tape four times around his head, securing the shoe to his face. She took Her phone and started filming again.
Look at him! Sniffing his sister’s shoe. How sick is that! Take a long inhale …. very good ….. and again …… hahaha. You’re such a pathetic loser.
She saw tears welling up in his eyes, which made this day even more special. She had him by the balls and She wasn’t planning on letting him go anytime soon. Hell no!

TASTE OF HEAVEN

I didn’t believe him at first and told him to leave me alone. But then he started begging me, and I mean really begging me. So in the end I removed the bubblegum from my mouth and gave it to him. He took it in his mouth and his eyes lit up with excitement. ‘This is so delicious, I can taste you now’, he shivered. And so he became addicted, which made him persistent, pathetic and vulnerable at the same time. He became like wax in my hands; I made him follow me around the schoolyard like a puppy, spat in his mouth and made him pay for the gum. The grand finale was when I told him to kneel down in front of me while the girls of my class were watching. They ridiculed and mocked him, pushed him and slapped him on the back of his head. He didn’t budge. I ignored him for the most part and he just sat there, with his forehead touching my hand. A couple of times I told him to open wide and I leaned over with the gum between my teeth. His eyes were begging Me, but then I started chewing again. The girls all laughed. So many years ago, but I remember it as if it happened only yesterday.

KNEEING

This tiny little GIF is a symphony of beauty and Female power, as far as I’m concerned, and I can watch it endlessly. Which is not difficult, because it’s a GIF and these things go on and on and on about it. But seriously: Miss Belle, one of Britain’s most beautiful models, looking absolutely gorgeous, as always, sexy boots, breathtaking legs; what more can a man ask for? She’s so relaxed, so complete in control, as if it takes no effort at all to make a grown man howl in pain. She’s more powerful than a hurricane with a temper and all it takes is a lovely knee and a fragile scrotum and it’s goodnight Irene. I know, not every knee to the groin is a castrater per se, but when it hits with pinpoint accuracy, you will go down faster than the Titanic.
The last time I got kneed in the groin was at Prague airport, I clearly remember that. The Mistress was so kind to drive me there and She gave me three bye-bye knees to the scrotum in the departure hall. The first one was allright, the second and third made me sound like a castrate on holiday. Nothing beats da power and beauty of a Ladies’ knee, hell no!