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DOMINATRIX MAYA SIN
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Monthly Archives: April 2022
THE FACESITTING DETECTIVE
It’s easy, as far as I’m concerned: their only goal in life should be to obey Women, work for Women and suffer for Women. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No ifs, buts or maybes. Simple as that. Sadly enough however, the murky, male world is filled to the brim with egoism, bullshit, laziness, ignorance, arrogance and stupidity. So men are bound to commit crimes, consciously or unconsciously. Not necessarily heinous crimes, but crimes nonetheless. Now, I’m a Lady Detective and I don’t always do things by the book. Well, almost never to be exact. Observation, deduction, research, knowledge of the law, attention to detail and, most of all, time consuming interviews and interrogations are such a waste of time, money and energy, wouldn’t you agree? I don’t have the patience and the right temperament for that. Quick, cheap & simple, that’s My motto. I believe in intuition, gut feeling and the simple fact that we need oxygen to survive. Take away the oxygen and the confessions come marching in. Many a man shits his pants by the thought of My airtight buttocks and confesses immediately. But it can even get weirder. Hundreds and hundreds of them confess to crimes they did not commit! There’s always a queue waiting outside, it’s just mind-boggling. All because they want to suffer beneath My gorgeous ass! Men are weird and awkward creatures, what can I say.
July 2096, Miss Tanya – Law & Disorder.
July 2096, Miss Tanya – Law & Disorder.
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THE NOTE
The bell rang and the hallways filled with chatter and laughter. I grabbed my jacket off the hook and took a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket. There was a piece of paper stuck to the box that read: I want to be Your slave.
WTF!! Was this a prank or something?? I looked around and over my shoulder, in the hope that the perpetrator was watching. Why on earth would anyone want to be my slave? What did it even mean?? But there was no name on it, so I decided to ignore it. Which was easier said than done, because the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did. Did Michael write it? Bobby perhaps? Or was it William the creep?”
I went home with an headache and blamed, needless to say, my parents for that. I went to bed early and forced myself to think of something else. I had just closed my eyes to go to sleep when a thought hit me like a bolt of lightning: Did one of the girls write it perhaps?? Stephany? Or Claire? Or was it Ingrid, who could not stop staring at me?
I pounded my fists on the bed in frustration. I hated this! If they had something to say to me, then why not just say it! Whoever wrote this note, needed a severe spanking. And I was more than be happy to administer it! Far away, in a remote corner of my soul, a seed called FemDom opened up and began to grow.
Mistress Charlotte
WTF!! Was this a prank or something?? I looked around and over my shoulder, in the hope that the perpetrator was watching. Why on earth would anyone want to be my slave? What did it even mean?? But there was no name on it, so I decided to ignore it. Which was easier said than done, because the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did. Did Michael write it? Bobby perhaps? Or was it William the creep?”
I went home with an headache and blamed, needless to say, my parents for that. I went to bed early and forced myself to think of something else. I had just closed my eyes to go to sleep when a thought hit me like a bolt of lightning: Did one of the girls write it perhaps?? Stephany? Or Claire? Or was it Ingrid, who could not stop staring at me?
I pounded my fists on the bed in frustration. I hated this! If they had something to say to me, then why not just say it! Whoever wrote this note, needed a severe spanking. And I was more than be happy to administer it! Far away, in a remote corner of my soul, a seed called FemDom opened up and began to grow.
Mistress Charlotte
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SUBS & SLAVES
Submissive creatures up-to the age of thirty-five or thereabouts are subs, not slaves. Because even a man in his early thirties still thinks, talks and acts like a schoolboy. He wants this, he wants that, he wants it all and he wants it now. And six months later he wants something completely different. To him, serving a Mistress is like playing a Playstation game. A game in which he is the main character, needless to say. It’s no criticism, by the way, simply a fact of life. Because it takes time, time, time to figure out what you want to do with your life. Many a sub assures Me that he worships only Me, that I am the beginning and the end of everything. Then the local cheerleader comes along, with Her gorgeous figure and Her mesmerising smile. And before you know it, he’s up to his elbows in a romantic, vanilla relationship. Do you know what I mean? Immature, overconfident, impatient and clownesk … that is not what I am looking for in a male creature. Sure, I will whip, slap, kick and drain the lot of them as long as I’m paid to do so. Someone has to pay for My lifestyle and it’s not going to be Me. But roleplaying with subs has little to do with slavery. A mature slave knows that he is not the main character in the story, but merely an extra. Because Female Domination is never about men; it’s always about Women.
Lady Anna
Lady Anna
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GIRL POWER
One day Eve came up to me and challenged me to a fight. She was the first, and as it turned out, the only Girl to ever do so. I was a bit lost for words at first, but then it dawned on me. I was the strongest boy in the class and She was a judoka (and a fine one from what I heard), so somehow it made sense. I accepted the challenge and we went to the nearby park, with several classmates following close behind. The first to win five games would be champion. I wasn’t worried or anxious, but I took the fight seriously. This was about prestige and I was not planning on handing out any gifts. And yet She took me by surprise in the first two rounds. Within minutes I was 2-0 down (a vicious arm-bar and a brutal rear choke). I won the third by twisting Her arm behind Her back. Yes! I was back in business! In the fourth She threw me to the ground, wrapped Her arm around my neck and pinned me down. It felt like I was stuck in concrete and was forced to tap out. I was 3-1 down and my classmates cheered and clapped. The bastards. Next I managed to throw Her to the ground and land on top of Her. This was going to be easy! But then She wrapped Her legs around my torso and clasped Her ankles together. Like getting strangled by a two-legged python. I tried to fight myself out of Her grip, but She was too strong. I was forced to tap out and everyone was cheering Her. She smiled triumphantly. In the sixth I landed on my back and She pinned me down- and decided the match- in a classic schoolgirl-pin. She beat me 5-1 and in front of my classmates. Ouch! I was no longer the strongest kid in the class, nor would I ever be again.
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SHADOWS ON THE WALL
He escaped on a dark and rainy night and fled to a town called Freedom, where he found a room above the grocery store on Liberty Road. My God, he had outplayed, outsmarted and defeated the Women! He was free!!
But was he really?
Because his initial euphoria quickly turned to fear. His face would be all over the news as a fugitive and he knew that there would be a bounty on his head for his capture and return. No doubt the elite (and feared) Femdom Squad and every Bounty Huntress in the land would be looking for him. They would chase him to the ends of the earth and return him like a runaway dog to his rightful owner. He became afraid of everything and everyone. In fact, he became afraid of his own shadow. So he barely went outside, because there was always the possibility of being recognized on the street. He sat by the window all day and watched the street below. Wary of anyone suspicious and constantly alert for every noise or movement. He was not free at all. He was a prisoner of his own fear.
It was 3am and he hadn’t slept in days. His thoughts drifted back to the night of his escape; the meticulous planning that went into it, the adrenaline rush and the feeling of triumph afterwards. He was so deep in thought that he did not hear the whispering voices outside and didn’t notice the moving shadows on the wall. It was going to be his last night in Freedom.
But was he really?
Because his initial euphoria quickly turned to fear. His face would be all over the news as a fugitive and he knew that there would be a bounty on his head for his capture and return. No doubt the elite (and feared) Femdom Squad and every Bounty Huntress in the land would be looking for him. They would chase him to the ends of the earth and return him like a runaway dog to his rightful owner. He became afraid of everything and everyone. In fact, he became afraid of his own shadow. So he barely went outside, because there was always the possibility of being recognized on the street. He sat by the window all day and watched the street below. Wary of anyone suspicious and constantly alert for every noise or movement. He was not free at all. He was a prisoner of his own fear.
It was 3am and he hadn’t slept in days. His thoughts drifted back to the night of his escape; the meticulous planning that went into it, the adrenaline rush and the feeling of triumph afterwards. He was so deep in thought that he did not hear the whispering voices outside and didn’t notice the moving shadows on the wall. It was going to be his last night in Freedom.
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DANGEROUS TIMES
When the night falls, Her name is whispered in streets and alleys, in clubs and restaurants. Whispered, not spoken aloud. God no! Jack’s voice sounded hoarse and strange. Believe me, She’s not an imaginary person, not a figment of our imagination! She’s real! She only targets single men, did you know that? I mean … how does She know these things? How can you tell who’s single or not these days?
He wrung his hands nervously and there was terror in his eyes.
These are dark and dangerous times and I’m not afraid to admit that I’m scared. My nerves are in tatters. I’m a single man, does that mean She has me in Her sights? Some say She takes Her victims to the Underworld because male slaves are in high demand there. But how do they know that? No one has ever returned to tell the tale! I’m su-
I’m sorry, the psychiatrist said, time’s up. Jack turned towards Her and gazed directly into Her amazingly blue eyes. He tried to look away, but couldn’t. His eyes were glued to Hers and his arms and legs felt heavy. And then … slowly but surely … it dawned on him.
Are You going to take me to the Underworld? he whispered in a trance.
An underground dungeon, She smiled. I’m a collector, you see. And you, well, you are a fine specimen and you are going to be one of My slaves. How does that sound?
That sounds wonderful, he said in a dreamy voice. He was awake and sleeping, lying on the couch and falling.
No longer scared?
Not at all, he whispered. All I want … all I ever wanted … is to obey You.
I hear that a lot, She smiled.
He wrung his hands nervously and there was terror in his eyes.
These are dark and dangerous times and I’m not afraid to admit that I’m scared. My nerves are in tatters. I’m a single man, does that mean She has me in Her sights? Some say She takes Her victims to the Underworld because male slaves are in high demand there. But how do they know that? No one has ever returned to tell the tale! I’m su-
I’m sorry, the psychiatrist said, time’s up. Jack turned towards Her and gazed directly into Her amazingly blue eyes. He tried to look away, but couldn’t. His eyes were glued to Hers and his arms and legs felt heavy. And then … slowly but surely … it dawned on him.
Are You going to take me to the Underworld? he whispered in a trance.
An underground dungeon, She smiled. I’m a collector, you see. And you, well, you are a fine specimen and you are going to be one of My slaves. How does that sound?
That sounds wonderful, he said in a dreamy voice. He was awake and sleeping, lying on the couch and falling.
No longer scared?
Not at all, he whispered. All I want … all I ever wanted … is to obey You.
I hear that a lot, She smiled.
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THE CHOKE WAS ON ME
I’m not scared, I bragged. But you could hear the shit screaming in my underpants.
Of course not, She said soothingly. Besides, it’s a bit too late for second thoughts, is it? Your ankles are cuffed to the legs of the chair and your hands are cuffed behind your back. I’m now in charge, how cool is that!
B.but I am the customer, I protested weakly.
Nope! You WERE the customer; you’re now the victim.
She looked so harmless and weak, so fragile and frail and I found it hard to believe that She was capable of hurting anyone, let alone choking someone out. But that thought evaporated instantly the moment She wrapped Her arm around my neck and applied some pressure. My whole body stiffened and then the fight for oxygen was on. My face turned red and my tongue came out. She loosened Her grip just enough so I could breathe a little. What was it? Two seconds? Three maybe? Then the pressure increased again and everything went black. She brought me back to consciousness and put me into darkness again. And again. And yet again.
I begged for mercy. Well, not in so many words, but by panting frantically.
She rubbed Her hand over my crotch and my dick slithered in my pants like an eel with an itch.
Looks like someone is having a good time down there, She laughed. Well, you paid Me a handsome sum, so I’m going to give you your money’s worth.
I opened my mouth in protest and darkness.
Of course not, She said soothingly. Besides, it’s a bit too late for second thoughts, is it? Your ankles are cuffed to the legs of the chair and your hands are cuffed behind your back. I’m now in charge, how cool is that!
B.but I am the customer, I protested weakly.
Nope! You WERE the customer; you’re now the victim.
She looked so harmless and weak, so fragile and frail and I found it hard to believe that She was capable of hurting anyone, let alone choking someone out. But that thought evaporated instantly the moment She wrapped Her arm around my neck and applied some pressure. My whole body stiffened and then the fight for oxygen was on. My face turned red and my tongue came out. She loosened Her grip just enough so I could breathe a little. What was it? Two seconds? Three maybe? Then the pressure increased again and everything went black. She brought me back to consciousness and put me into darkness again. And again. And yet again.
I begged for mercy. Well, not in so many words, but by panting frantically.
She rubbed Her hand over my crotch and my dick slithered in my pants like an eel with an itch.
Looks like someone is having a good time down there, She laughed. Well, you paid Me a handsome sum, so I’m going to give you your money’s worth.
I opened my mouth in protest and darkness.
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