Monthly Archives: March 2022

SUBMISSIVE ORIGINS

I’m confident in the belief that there is truly such a thing as living again,
and that the living spring from the dead
Plato

The ship arrived sometime around 1875 at Castle Garden Immigration Centre, Manhattan, New York. From there I travelled to a small town on the East Coast of the United States, where I found a job as town clerk & surveyor. I never married (somewhat unusual at the time) and I lived on the corner of a long uphill street. I had some money when I arrived, but I trusted people I should not have trusted and all my savings disappeared into someone else’s American dream. This would never have happened if my sisters were still alive. Five formidable Ladies with strong personalities, who raised me after our parents passed away. Their word was law and they made all the decisions for me. I looked up to them, revered them and always, always, always obeyed them without question. Even when I grew older. They made me feel safe and protected and for that alone I would do anything for them. They died in their thirties, one after the other in the space of fourteen months. I came to America in the hope of a new life. But not a day went by that I didn’t miss them. I would sit and stare at their portraits for hours, longing for their guidance. I felt vulnerable, insecure and weak without them. So, who knows, perhaps this mysterious desire to obey Women originated not in this- but in my past life.
Past Life Regression Session – July 2018

FEMDOM CONFESSION

The truth of the matter is, Her habit opens my floodgates of submission, simple as that. On a Biblical scale, one might say, and it gives Her a level of power that is not from this world. So I’ve been going to confession for ten years now. Twice a month, like clockwork. She wants it that way. It makes perfect sense, though, because I have a dirty mind (which is a joy forever, by the way) so it adds up pretty quickly over the course of time. I don’t know much about Her, to be honest. Don’t know if She’s married, don’t know is She has children or not, don’t even know Her name. She calls Herself Sister Mercy, but that’s not Her real name, is it? And yet, this mysterious Lady controls my bankaccount, my chastity dick, my career and what not. She puts me in a hypnotic trance and I am powerless to disobey Her. She never raises Her voice, only the rod. Oh yes! She strongly believes in penance & pain and She will stop at nothing to tame the beast inside me. She’s an Angel, be it a brutal one. I’m grateful for Her help, I really am, and my ass is grateful it has a fortnight to recover. One thing though …. She’s very open about the sins of lust and always wants to know if I fantasised about Her. It may sound strange, but I find it difficult to talk about such things in front of a nun. Although She is no more a nun, than I am a priest, of course. I’m not that naive. But to me She is, and always will be, a Divine creature from a Higher Dimension.

BETHLEM HALL

In spite of the successful Female Uprising and the crushing defeat of the male armies in the battle at Kohi Tra, there are still male creatures who are in denial of what happened. Villains who still believe this is a man’s world and who see themselves as heroes and demigods. They are clearly suffering from mental health illnesses and fantasy disorders. We, Superior Women, have a duty of care towards these delusional creatures. So we arrest them and take them to Bethlem Hall, the most notorious asylum in the land. Easy to get in, hard to get out, because it is not for the male patient to decide when to get discharged. No sir! Some of them will be detained indefinitely. I know, I know, some people say these men need a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, a willing ear and a few kind words. Yeah, screw all that, it’s not a nursing home, for God’s sake! The Bethlem Bitches are not interested in boring stories and lame excuses. Trust Me, they’ve heard it all before. Instead of giving compassion and empathy, they give the bastards shock therapy. Voltage fun! Electro wands, stimulators, electro penis bands & pads, electro clamps and even electro urethral sounds that go all the way up the penis and boils the testicles like eggs. But here is the remarkable thing: some of these weirdos love it! Crying for mercy with a rock hard penis is quite a common thing, I was told.
April 2117 – Dorothy Messing: Behind the Walls of Bethlem Hall

SAFETY WARNING

Avoid walking through the neighbourhood after dark, the Female police officer said. There’s a Female Gang operating in the streets who attacks anyone with a penis (aka dick, willy, cock, shaft, pecker, phallus). The male victim is assaulted at gunpoint and gets locked up in a chastity device. Once Captain Cock is behind bars, the victim is free to go. He will, of course, try everything to remove the device. All his attempts will be unsuccessful, fruitless and in vain, because the chastity cage is made of a newly created material that is so hard that it cannot be cut. It can probably only be removed with the help of a demolition expert, but it’s not something I would advise anyone to do. It leaves such a mess.
Anyway, the nights of masturbating are over. Cage closed, one might say in a merry sort of way. However, the key to happiness, aka: the road to cock & sperm, can be obtained by paying a hefty sum of money to the gang. So, strictly speaking it’s not ransomware, but … well … hardware.
The policemen are still in the dark of what is going on. But they do know this: the members of this gang wear a special group-, gang-, membership pin, like this one here.
The attractive Police Officer proudly pointed at Her pin (in the shape of a chastity cage with a red dagger running through), on the lapel of Her shirt.

FEMDOM FAIR


The Femdom Fair is a classic fair with bumper cars, a Ferris wheel, a roller coaster, a carousel and all the other stuff. There’s a yummy, yummy candy floss machine, a popcorn cart and the ice-cream stand is just opposite the You-Scream tent. Oh yes, besides the classic rides and attractions, there’s a lot Femdom-themed stuff to enjoy as well. There’s a Slap-the-Chap for example, a Saliva-Sucker, a Whip-the-Wimp and a Coconut-Cry, where Ladies throw coconuts at a man’s nuts. Testicles are very popular at the fair, always have been, always will be. So there’s a Kick-a-Dick as well, a Balls-in-a-Bucket, a Pluck-the-Cock and a Whack-the-Wanker. But the mother of all miseries is of course the Yodel-Ay-Ee-Ooo Striker, where Women hit a man’s scrotum with a classic mallet. When the testicles hit each other, they produce a distinctive high-pitched sound of castrates in the making. Absolutely hysterical! And a fair is not a fair without animals, of course. So there’s a Dogs-Obstacle-Course, a Human-Horse-Race, a Pig-on-the-Spit, a Slam-the-Snout and there’s even a replica of a Ducking Stool. That contraption has nothing to do with Donald Duck, or any other duck or animal for that matter, but it’s awesome to watch! There’s really something for everyone to enjoy: a Cripple-Nipple, a Choke-a-Bloke, a Slave-Shooting-Gallery (recreational guns of course) and did I already mention the Human-Cannonballs? Their screams, fading away into the distance; so hilarious!
So, if you want to have a g-r-r-r-r-eat time, come join us at the Femdom Fair!

ALL RISE

It’s six o’clock in the morning and we servants gather in the hall. Lady Emma rarely gets out of bed before 09:30, but here we are, at this godforsaken hour, just in case an early-morning-miracle happens. We are all naked, because, as Lady Emma so elegantly puts it- pigs don’t wear pants. Well, you can’t argue with that, can you.
The head butler is waiting on top of the stairs, his eyes fixed on Her bedroom door. He has a very important job, because our fate res-
ALL RISE, he roars.
What!!! Holy shit, She’s up, She’s up! We grab our cocks and masturbate like wildebeest. We have approximately 45 seconds to pull it off and get it up. Lady Emma wants our dicks to be fully erect and hard as steel. Anything less is an insult, She says, a slap in the face. And that’s no good, because She’s the one who does all the slapping. So we need to plant a forest of trees in less than a minute. Each day, every day. That’s what I call stress on the work floor!
She comes down the stairs like an apparition from Heaven, wearing a white, satin robe.
Good morning slaves.
Good morning Lady Emma, we answer as one.
She doesn’t look us in the eye (no FaceTime yet) but inspects the erect. She stops, points at a miserable looking penis and shakes Her head.
What’s this? Mm? This will not do. Come to My room at 11:00 o’clock and I’ll teach you everything there is to know about Eunuchs. 
Hard times, man.

HÄNSEL & GRETEL

This cottage, Hänsel said, is made of chocolate and biscuits.
He broke off a bit of the roof and took an enormous bite. A horrifying cracking sound followed.
Well, that’s one way of losing your baby teeth, Gretel said.
The cottage door opened and a Witch came out. Man, She was a knockout! Hänsel’s dick rose to the occasion and was ready to launch itself in orbit around the moon.
We’re a bit lost, he quikly said, spitting molars in the process.
The Witch licked Her lips like a predator looking at her prey.
Come in, She said, with a serpentine smile, all will be hell …. oops, I am so sorry, I mean: well. All will be well, that’s the spirit! 
Hänsel took Gretel by the hand and they went in. There was a large cage in the room.
Yikes, what a scary cage, Gretel shivered, I bet no one dares to go in there. 
Hänsel laughed, pushed Her aside and stepped into the cage. Its door fell shut behind him.
What did I tell you, Gretel grinned, easy does it.
The Witch chuckled and gave Gretel 20 silver coins.
Just out curiosity, what are you going to do with him? Gretel asked.
Sell him, I think, the Witch answered, or eat him. Don’t know yet.
Hänsel fell down on his knees.
No, no, no!!!! Gretel, I beg You, please don’t do this. Help me!
She looked at the coins in Her hand and opened the cottage door.
Na, sorry, bro.