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AMADAHY (1993-2017)
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Monthly Archives: February 2022
FEMDOM CHEMISTRY
The first years of our marriage were sweet and exiting. But things changed over time. Don’t get me wrong, we still loved each other, but there was something missing. So we went to a marriage counsellor for a while, but that didn’t help much. Then one day, out of the blue so it seemed, we started talking about leaders and followers, control or to be controlled, Mistress and slave. We decided to give it a try. It was a revelation, it really was! As if the sun broke through the clouds! We eagerly embraced our new roles and what started as a playful experiment four years ago, quickly became a lifestyle. I can now do with him whatever I want, because he is so eager to please, so eager to obey. The more I punish & degrade him and the more demanding I am, the more he loves it.
So, is your marriage struggling and do the both of you think it’s time for a change? Slap your other half in half, grab him by the balls and squeeze the bejesus. Show him who’s boss. And if he’s not willing to submit, then he is not the right material and you should move on without him.
My hubby had become a shadow of the man he once was. Boots & Floggers have refreshed and revived him. He now worships Me like a Goddess. No, wait, let Me rephrase that! He worships Me like the Goddess I am.
Oh yes, I have changed as well.
Lady Jane
So, is your marriage struggling and do the both of you think it’s time for a change? Slap your other half in half, grab him by the balls and squeeze the bejesus. Show him who’s boss. And if he’s not willing to submit, then he is not the right material and you should move on without him.
My hubby had become a shadow of the man he once was. Boots & Floggers have refreshed and revived him. He now worships Me like a Goddess. No, wait, let Me rephrase that! He worships Me like the Goddess I am.
Oh yes, I have changed as well.
Lady Jane
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PUNCHING BAG
She cranked the winch until I stood on tiptoe with arms raised over my head. I was as vulnerable as a house of cards during an earthquake. God, She looked so spectacular in Her satin boxing shorts! What a Lady! I admit I was a bit nervous, because I had never been punched before. But come on, how painful could it be, right? Going to the denti-
Suddenly, She hit me in the stomach. The blow wasn’t that hard, but harder than I had imagined. She grinned and hit me in my left side. Harder this time and I groaned.
Then She opened the floodgates and a thunderstorm of punches, knees, kicks and elbows rained down on me. Punches to my belly and arms; knees to the side of my body; kicks to my chest & legs and elbows to my ribs. And then, without warning, She slapped my cock straight down between my legs. And when my pride-and-joy returned from the dark side of the moon, She slapped him again. And again. And yet again. As if She was hitting the speed bag! I screamed and swung helplessly back and forth like a monstrous pendulum. Tick-Dick-Tick-Dick-Tick-Dick.
I know, I know, She said with an almost apologetic tone, I’m just an amateur. My sister, however, is trained in Kickboxing. She’s due to arrive and is dying to have a go at you. Isn’t tha- Ah, the doorbell! That will be Her. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.
Her laughter echoed through the hallway.
Suddenly, She hit me in the stomach. The blow wasn’t that hard, but harder than I had imagined. She grinned and hit me in my left side. Harder this time and I groaned.
Then She opened the floodgates and a thunderstorm of punches, knees, kicks and elbows rained down on me. Punches to my belly and arms; knees to the side of my body; kicks to my chest & legs and elbows to my ribs. And then, without warning, She slapped my cock straight down between my legs. And when my pride-and-joy returned from the dark side of the moon, She slapped him again. And again. And yet again. As if She was hitting the speed bag! I screamed and swung helplessly back and forth like a monstrous pendulum. Tick-Dick-Tick-Dick-Tick-Dick.
I know, I know, She said with an almost apologetic tone, I’m just an amateur. My sister, however, is trained in Kickboxing. She’s due to arrive and is dying to have a go at you. Isn’t tha- Ah, the doorbell! That will be Her. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.
Her laughter echoed through the hallway.
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HEARTBREAK
She left him for his best friend. Ouch! Then, without batting an eyelid, She came to the house to divide the things they owned. Really, was there no limit to Her wickedness! He opened his mouth to give Her piece of his mind, but his words never saw the light of the day. Because She took Her jacket off and he saw Her mouthwatering, dick-ticking, mind-boggling shiny blouse. Years ago he had told Her about his fetish for shiny clothes. She had not taken it very well, to say the least, and had given him the telephone number of a psychiatrist. And now this!!!
I want to split things up fairly between us, She said with Her non-negotiable voice, so 98% for Me, 2% for you. I get the assets, you get the debts. It’s that simple. I’m not the one with a tiny penis, Fred, so don’t give Me that look or I’ll run you over in the parking lot.
Her voice sounded far away and he couldn’t hear half of what She said. Please let my eyes feast a little longer, he thought, before She walks away for good. He couldn’t stop staring at Her dazzling blouse and he didn’t notice the growing stain in his pants. She did, of course. He was so easy to manipulate, She thought, and She almost felt sorry for him.
I want to split things up fairly between us, She said with Her non-negotiable voice, so 98% for Me, 2% for you. I get the assets, you get the debts. It’s that simple. I’m not the one with a tiny penis, Fred, so don’t give Me that look or I’ll run you over in the parking lot.
Her voice sounded far away and he couldn’t hear half of what She said. Please let my eyes feast a little longer, he thought, before She walks away for good. He couldn’t stop staring at Her dazzling blouse and he didn’t notice the growing stain in his pants. She did, of course. He was so easy to manipulate, She thought, and She almost felt sorry for him.
But She didn’t.
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THE WICKED SHALL BE PUNISHED
O, thee foolish and blindeth men
Thee disobedient and rebellious servants
Thee shall be damned to eternal flames of pain
The sky was completely dark and in front of me were six fiery pits, filled with hundreds of thousands of naked men, many of whom were weeping and gnashing their teeth.
Women are superior in everything, a Woman’s voice thundered. These wicked men refused to submit to our authority and disobeyed our commandments. They are brought to this place from which there is neither escape nor deliverance. Here they shall be tormented indefinitely.
And lo and behold; thousands of them were slapped all day, everyday; others were constantly swept away in raging floods of saliva and urine. Some were smothered and choked for millions & billions of years and in the 4th pit Goddess Ḥeraht-Shā, wearing a black top hat, wielded hundreds and hundreds of whips at the same time and lashed out with full force. A perpetual thrashing that went on forever and ever and ever. In the 5th pit the men stood bent over and Goddess Ȧhet-Uluaā used an enormous red-hot dildo to fuck them up the ass forevermore. The sickening smell of burning flesh almost made me throw up. But the scenes in the last pit were truly the stuff of nightmares. That pit was under the charge of Goddess Ḥāpi-Ḳereḥet, who hacked, slashed and ripped off penises and threw them in the fire. Not once, but endlessly and for all eternity. The shrieks and cries coming from that pit will haunt me forever.
Fred Burns – No Rest For The Wicked.
And lo and behold; thousands of them were slapped all day, everyday; others were constantly swept away in raging floods of saliva and urine. Some were smothered and choked for millions & billions of years and in the 4th pit Goddess Ḥeraht-Shā, wearing a black top hat, wielded hundreds and hundreds of whips at the same time and lashed out with full force. A perpetual thrashing that went on forever and ever and ever. In the 5th pit the men stood bent over and Goddess Ȧhet-Uluaā used an enormous red-hot dildo to fuck them up the ass forevermore. The sickening smell of burning flesh almost made me throw up. But the scenes in the last pit were truly the stuff of nightmares. That pit was under the charge of Goddess Ḥāpi-Ḳereḥet, who hacked, slashed and ripped off penises and threw them in the fire. Not once, but endlessly and for all eternity. The shrieks and cries coming from that pit will haunt me forever.
Fred Burns – No Rest For The Wicked.
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OH DEAR …
He heard drawers being opened and closed in the bedroom and heard Her mumble and talk to Herself: “I could have sworn” and “how is this possible” and such things. She was probably searching for Her phone, an earring, Her wallet or whatever.
Everything alright, darling? He yelled.
You stay out of this, Harold!
He could hear a hint of impatience in Her voice. He giggled softly. She was always so calm, confident and in control, always so strict, demanding and powerful. But now She was running around the house like a headless chicken. Small potatoes perhaps, but in a world of slaps & kicks, it brightened up his day a bit.
She stomped down the stairs and went into the kitchen. She wasn’t just opening and closing drawers anymore; She jerked them open and slammed them shut. Her frustration was almost palpable. Mayday – Mayday! Female Vortex on the move. She entered the living room and he hid behind his newspaper and pretended to read.
Unbelievable, She grumbled, they have disappeared into thin air.
Are You looking for something, dear? The words tiptoed from behind the newspaper.
Keys.
Keys? Oh dear. Car keys, darling?
The keys to your chastity cage, Harold, if you must know.
His head popped over the newspaper like a Jack-In-The-Box: WHAT ?!??!?
Everything alright, darling? He yelled.
You stay out of this, Harold!
He could hear a hint of impatience in Her voice. He giggled softly. She was always so calm, confident and in control, always so strict, demanding and powerful. But now She was running around the house like a headless chicken. Small potatoes perhaps, but in a world of slaps & kicks, it brightened up his day a bit.
She stomped down the stairs and went into the kitchen. She wasn’t just opening and closing drawers anymore; She jerked them open and slammed them shut. Her frustration was almost palpable. Mayday – Mayday! Female Vortex on the move. She entered the living room and he hid behind his newspaper and pretended to read.
Unbelievable, She grumbled, they have disappeared into thin air.
Are You looking for something, dear? The words tiptoed from behind the newspaper.
Keys.
Keys? Oh dear. Car keys, darling?
The keys to your chastity cage, Harold, if you must know.
His head popped over the newspaper like a Jack-In-The-Box: WHAT ?!??!?
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FEMDOM INTERROGATION
They have tortured you for three days. Three long days in which you did not get much sleep, in which you had to eat your meals off the floor and had to beg for a few sheets of toilet paper. They wanted you to confess that you were a member of an anti-Femdom gang and demanded the names of your accomplices. They yelled at you, slapped, kicked and whipped you. They pulled a bag over your head, attached electrodes to your testicles and pushed your head under water until you almost drowned. And now, as fast and unexpected as lightning on a cloudless day, now you’ve reached breaking point. You can’t take it anymore. But you don’t just break; you collapse like a house of cards. The words are flowing from your mouth, unstoppable, like a raging river. Because the more you talk, the sooner all this is over. That’s what you’re thinking, right?
But that’s not how it works, son. These Women are not going to stop because you have had enough. They delight in making you suffer. So your willingness to cooperate is not the end of your suffering, it’s merely the beginning. You haven’t seen anything yet and in the next couple of days you are going to confess to the most absurd accusations. Why? Because they want you behind bars, their bars, for as long as possible. Believe me, you’re here to stay for a long time.
But that’s not how it works, son. These Women are not going to stop because you have had enough. They delight in making you suffer. So your willingness to cooperate is not the end of your suffering, it’s merely the beginning. You haven’t seen anything yet and in the next couple of days you are going to confess to the most absurd accusations. Why? Because they want you behind bars, their bars, for as long as possible. Believe me, you’re here to stay for a long time.
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