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Monthly Archives: August 2022
ASIAN DREAMS
Do Your worst, count Ralph said.
You can’t handle My worst, escort Dominatrix Misumi Hukinata smiled. She was Japanese and blessed with a body of a Goddess. The count was one of Her regular clients. He was rich as Croesus and submissive to the bone. Which was, She thought, a match made in Heaven. What a catch!
Do Your worst, he repeated, because he was a man of very few words.
So She put him in shackles, took him to the centuries-old dungeons beneath the castle (his castle) and locked him up in one of the cells.
He has been Her prisoner now for twelve years, eight months, three weeks and six days. He receives one hour per day of yard time and is allowed to go out once every six months and do whatever he wants to do. Visit friends, family, travel outside the district, whatever. He could run away if he wanted to. But he never does. He always returns to Her, always returns so his dark and damp cell and his life in slavery. Because what is wealth compared to Her beauty? What is freedom compared to Her delicious hunger for power? And, frankly, he doesn’t have much choice. Not anymore. Because She seized his bank accounts and is now Countess of the Castle. Literally, because he signed the transfer papers.
Does he live a meagre existence? Yes, he does. Does he live in a world of hurt, humiliation and suffering? Very much so, yes. But you know what? He’s living the life he has been dreaming of.
And that’s more, much more, than most of us can say.
You can’t handle My worst, escort Dominatrix Misumi Hukinata smiled. She was Japanese and blessed with a body of a Goddess. The count was one of Her regular clients. He was rich as Croesus and submissive to the bone. Which was, She thought, a match made in Heaven. What a catch!
Do Your worst, he repeated, because he was a man of very few words.
So She put him in shackles, took him to the centuries-old dungeons beneath the castle (his castle) and locked him up in one of the cells.
He has been Her prisoner now for twelve years, eight months, three weeks and six days. He receives one hour per day of yard time and is allowed to go out once every six months and do whatever he wants to do. Visit friends, family, travel outside the district, whatever. He could run away if he wanted to. But he never does. He always returns to Her, always returns so his dark and damp cell and his life in slavery. Because what is wealth compared to Her beauty? What is freedom compared to Her delicious hunger for power? And, frankly, he doesn’t have much choice. Not anymore. Because She seized his bank accounts and is now Countess of the Castle. Literally, because he signed the transfer papers.
Does he live a meagre existence? Yes, he does. Does he live in a world of hurt, humiliation and suffering? Very much so, yes. But you know what? He’s living the life he has been dreaming of.
And that’s more, much more, than most of us can say.
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FEMDOM CLASS
It’s your lucky day, slave, because I have some exiting news to share with you.
He knew what She was going to say. Oh yes, he did! This young, heartless Bitch had blackmailed him for three years! You would not believe the things She had done to him. Not to mention all the money She took from him! It had been a living hell, but it was almost over now. She was in Her final year and She would be leaving school to take a job somewhere. She would be someone else’s nightmare. Thank you, goodbye and fuck off. She was about to tell him that he was a free man again. Free at last! Thank God Almighty; he would be free at last!
You are My first slave, She smiled, and I’ve done a marvellous job, if I may say so Myself. I’ve turned you into an obedient and submissive servant. Is that not so, slave?
Yes, Princess, he whispered.
Correct. And I think it would be a real pity if all My hard work went to waste. Besides, it’s rather selfish to keep all the fun to Myself.
He had no idea what She was talking about, but he smelt a rat. A big one. Something was clearly amiss and his dick cowered behind his zipper.
So! I’m going to pass the information I have on you to My successor. Her name is Nancy and She’s a nasty piece of work.
N-o-o-o-o-o, he screamed in horror, Princess, please don’t do that. Please have mercy on me!!
Pet, you’re a natural!! No, no, you’re far too precious and far too generous. Besides, in spite of all your grumbling, I think you quite like being a slave. Ain’t that right, headmaster?
He knew what She was going to say. Oh yes, he did! This young, heartless Bitch had blackmailed him for three years! You would not believe the things She had done to him. Not to mention all the money She took from him! It had been a living hell, but it was almost over now. She was in Her final year and She would be leaving school to take a job somewhere. She would be someone else’s nightmare. Thank you, goodbye and fuck off. She was about to tell him that he was a free man again. Free at last! Thank God Almighty; he would be free at last!
You are My first slave, She smiled, and I’ve done a marvellous job, if I may say so Myself. I’ve turned you into an obedient and submissive servant. Is that not so, slave?
Yes, Princess, he whispered.
Correct. And I think it would be a real pity if all My hard work went to waste. Besides, it’s rather selfish to keep all the fun to Myself.
He had no idea what She was talking about, but he smelt a rat. A big one. Something was clearly amiss and his dick cowered behind his zipper.
So! I’m going to pass the information I have on you to My successor. Her name is Nancy and She’s a nasty piece of work.
N-o-o-o-o-o, he screamed in horror, Princess, please don’t do that. Please have mercy on me!!
Pet, you’re a natural!! No, no, you’re far too precious and far too generous. Besides, in spite of all your grumbling, I think you quite like being a slave. Ain’t that right, headmaster?
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BESIEGED
On 31 March the enormous siege towers were wheeled against the north wall of the city of Kalanbash ad Hattenfrat and after days of fierce fighting the attackers breached the walls and stormed into the city. The victorious emperor Alfred (aka Big Al) was a cruel, depraved, sadistic tyrant and he ordered his troops to ransack and loot the city, enslave the young and kill the old. He was a nasty piece of work, what can I say. Within hours the victors, including Alfred himself, were dripping with blood from head to foot. After a hard day’s work he returned to his huge tent (477 m² in 67 separate rooms). His wife Elma was not pleased, not pleased at all.
I told you to be home at six o’clock, She fumed, and you decided to ignore Me!
I’m so sorry sweetie pie, he said all shy and timid, but I had such a love-
Shut your mouth! I’m not interested in your lame excuses.
Pumpkin! I’m the emperor!
So? I’m the Goddess. Or did that slip your mind? Mmm?
N-no, of course not, he whispered.
Good! Pants down and bend over.
Elma, please!! What will the men think of me!
What did you just call Me?
The threat in Her voice was unmistakable.
Goddess Elma, I’m sorry, I meant Goddess.
I don’t care about your soldiers, do you hear? I can parade you through the city on a leash and no one would dare to say anything. Because behind every great man is a Woman with a whip. Don’t ever forget that.
Kalanbash ad Hattenfrat, July 1099
I told you to be home at six o’clock, She fumed, and you decided to ignore Me!
I’m so sorry sweetie pie, he said all shy and timid, but I had such a love-
Shut your mouth! I’m not interested in your lame excuses.
Pumpkin! I’m the emperor!
So? I’m the Goddess. Or did that slip your mind? Mmm?
N-no, of course not, he whispered.
Good! Pants down and bend over.
Elma, please!! What will the men think of me!
What did you just call Me?
The threat in Her voice was unmistakable.
Goddess Elma, I’m sorry, I meant Goddess.
I don’t care about your soldiers, do you hear? I can parade you through the city on a leash and no one would dare to say anything. Because behind every great man is a Woman with a whip. Don’t ever forget that.
Kalanbash ad Hattenfrat, July 1099
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DOCTOR KNOWS BEST
You’re probably suffering from haemorrhoids, my doctor said.
I was flabbergasted: Haemorrhoids, doctor? In my ears??
Yes, well, the human body is a mysterious thing, what can I say. Your fingernails grow faster than your toenails, for example. Weird, right? If you lose a nail, it will grow back. But if you lose your penis, the word ‘handjob’ will be a distant memory. The penis doesn’t grow back, you see? Sure, you can superglue a cucumber between your legs, but it’s not the same, right?
I opened my mouth, but She slapped it shut.
Not interested! Now, let’s get to the bottom of those haemorrhoids. Take your pants down.
I did so reluctantly while She put on a strap-on harness with a big dildo in it.
I don’t understand, doctor, I said worriedly, that’s a … dildo.
It certainly looks like one, doesn’t it? She smiled. It is, in fact, a flexible tube with a highly sensitive camera in the tip.
I’ve never heard of that, I said.
Of course not, you’re an idiot. Now, bend over and spread your ass with your hands.
I felt something wet dripping on my ass. She thrust in the dildo with force and pumped the thing in and out as if She was drilling for oil. I screamed in agony. She literally fucked me senseless and when the dildo finally slid out of my ass, I could hardly stand up straight.
Good news, She said, no haemorrhoids whatsoever. There must be something wrong with your ears after all. How extraordinary. So, let me push a rod down your penis and see what happens.
I was flabbergasted: Haemorrhoids, doctor? In my ears??
Yes, well, the human body is a mysterious thing, what can I say. Your fingernails grow faster than your toenails, for example. Weird, right? If you lose a nail, it will grow back. But if you lose your penis, the word ‘handjob’ will be a distant memory. The penis doesn’t grow back, you see? Sure, you can superglue a cucumber between your legs, but it’s not the same, right?
I opened my mouth, but She slapped it shut.
Not interested! Now, let’s get to the bottom of those haemorrhoids. Take your pants down.
I did so reluctantly while She put on a strap-on harness with a big dildo in it.
I don’t understand, doctor, I said worriedly, that’s a … dildo.
It certainly looks like one, doesn’t it? She smiled. It is, in fact, a flexible tube with a highly sensitive camera in the tip.
I’ve never heard of that, I said.
Of course not, you’re an idiot. Now, bend over and spread your ass with your hands.
I felt something wet dripping on my ass. She thrust in the dildo with force and pumped the thing in and out as if She was drilling for oil. I screamed in agony. She literally fucked me senseless and when the dildo finally slid out of my ass, I could hardly stand up straight.
Good news, She said, no haemorrhoids whatsoever. There must be something wrong with your ears after all. How extraordinary. So, let me push a rod down your penis and see what happens.
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SLAVE SHEARING DAY
On National Slave Shearing Day the entire male population gets a haircut. This happens twice a year; once in autumn and once in spring. Those who refuse will be fined £3,000 for their first refusal and £10,000 for the second. If it happens again they will be charged and have to appear in court. No exceptions, no mercy. The shearing takes place in town halls, indoor sports arena’s, barns, on the village square and so on.
I’m not a Shearing Day enthusiast, to be honest. On the contrary, I find it utterly degrading. It starts as soon as we arrive, when our hair is checked for lice and nits. Those with lice will be lashed to smithereens. It does not really help with the lice, but everyone feels better afterwards. Well, everyone except one, of course.
And then the shearing itself! Sweet Jesus, what an ordeal! This is shearing on an industrial scale and the Female Shearers work long hours. They are sick and tired of all that hair and they want it over and done with as quickly as possible. So no, not all of them are cruelty free and compassionate! Far from it. Sometimes it’s more a slaughterhouse than anything else and you are lucky to leave with your ears still attached. Forget fringe haircuts, mohawks, undercuts or medium length haircuts. They’re not into that at all, man! So at the end of the day, when all is clipped & cropped, we all end up- bald as snooker balls- on the snooker table of Female Superiority.
September 2097, slave harold
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SUCH A LOSER
The annual Company Chess Tournament was open to anyone who wished to play. Winners moved onto the next round, losers were out of the tournament. I joined and won one match after the other. Then I had to play Elvira in the semi-finals. We were good friends and I knew all too well that She would stop at nothing to win. I didn’t worry about it though, because I was one of the favourites to win the tournament. She called me the night before the match, begging me to take it easy with Her. ‘You’re such a magnificent player,’ She said. 
And I, pawn Gullible the 1st, didn’t smell a rat and gave Her my word.
She came in that day, wearing a metallic mini dress and red heels. My eyes almost popped out of my head and my dick pounded on my zipper like a madman in solitary confinement. This was so unfair! She knew all about my obsession with legs and now She had me in Her trap. The bloody Woman!
You look a bit pale, She grinned, are you feeling alright?
I opened my mouth to give Her a piece of my mind, but She rubbed Her gorgeous legs against mine and my words vaporised. I sat there like a fully clothed penis, unable to move and unable to utter a sound.
She opened with the Queens Gambit (what else) and I accepted (of course).
How do you like My dress? She whispered. It makes My legs look beautiful, wouldn’t you agree? I put it on especially for you, as a ‘thank-you’ for being so kind to Me.
And I knew, there and then, that I was a sitting chess duck. I lost the game in 21 moves. She didn’t beat me, She destroyed me. And boy, did She rub it in every chance She got! Mocking me in a never-ending verbal victory-pose.
You see? You don’t necessarily need to have a dildo up your ass to know that you’re a loser.
And I, pawn Gullible the 1st, didn’t smell a rat and gave Her my word.She came in that day, wearing a metallic mini dress and red heels. My eyes almost popped out of my head and my dick pounded on my zipper like a madman in solitary confinement. This was so unfair! She knew all about my obsession with legs and now She had me in Her trap. The bloody Woman!
You look a bit pale, She grinned, are you feeling alright?
I opened my mouth to give Her a piece of my mind, but She rubbed Her gorgeous legs against mine and my words vaporised. I sat there like a fully clothed penis, unable to move and unable to utter a sound.
She opened with the Queens Gambit (what else) and I accepted (of course).
How do you like My dress? She whispered. It makes My legs look beautiful, wouldn’t you agree? I put it on especially for you, as a ‘thank-you’ for being so kind to Me.
And I knew, there and then, that I was a sitting chess duck. I lost the game in 21 moves. She didn’t beat me, She destroyed me. And boy, did She rub it in every chance She got! Mocking me in a never-ending verbal victory-pose.
You see? You don’t necessarily need to have a dildo up your ass to know that you’re a loser.
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