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VAMPIRELLA

It was one minute to midnight when he arrived home. The curtains were drawn and the living room was lit with hundreds of candles. There was a Woman sitting on his couch: red lips, green eyes and long black hair.
Vampirella, I presume? he whispered.
I am She, She nodded.
Amazing! I thought you were a comic book character! But … but how did You get in?
Through the wall, She smiled. Oh yes, there’s more to Vampires than meets the fangs, My boy.
Through the wall, he said, shaking his head in disbelief, how extraordinary. I … I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but You look absolutely stunning, milady. He blushed from ear to ear.
Ahh, that’s so sweet of you to say, She said, licking Her lips and staring intrigued at his red face. I died 473 years ago and here I am, still looking hotter than a Carolina Reaper.
Indeed, he giggled. Are You going to … uh … You know … bite me?
Yes.
Really??? He beamed with excitement and anticipation. Does it mean I’m going to be turned? Be Your slave for thousands of years?
Nah, She said drily, I’m going to drink you like a cheap Chateaux Dracul. When I’m finished with you, you will be drier than a squeezed orange. You know, when the shit hits the fangs, everyone wants to be My slave. I have enough servants to last a lifetime.
But … that means I’m going to die …
Yes, well, that’s an unavoidable hazard of being alive, wouldn’t you say?
He openend his mouth, but then, in the blink of an eye, She was on his lap. He gasped for air, whimpered and his dick rose faster than a rocket from the launch pad.
Please …, he whispered, not yet …
Sweetheart, She pouted, I’m dying for something to drink! She sank Her teeth into his neck and he screamed with ecstasy.
He came.
He went.

A LOVELY LESSON

What can I say, She said, shrugging Her shoulders apologetically, I’m a skilled, strong and competitive wrestler.
I almost grinned, because She didn’t look muscular at all. Or strong, for that matter.
You like it, don’t you, when a Woman is physically stronger than you?
It was probably a rhetorical question, because She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, She looked at me from head to toe, shook Her head and smirked. Without warning She grabbed me by the ear, dragged me to the wrestling mat and forced me down on my back. She quickly lowered Herself on top of me and held me in a tight schoolgirl-pin.
Come on then, big boy, She said, show Me what you got.
And so I struggled frantically to get Her off me, but I couldn’t.
Is that all you got? Seriously? She sounded astonished. Come on, put some back into it!
So I tried again, making all kinds of weird sounds in the process. It was pathetic.
You’re such a weakling! She said. Well, time to teach you a lesson and show you who’s boss.
What followed was one of the most incredible, memorable and backbreaking hours of my life. She head-scissored the bejesus out of me, smothered me silly, twisted my arms in the most unnatural angles, choked me nearly unconscious, put me into a painful camel-clutch and an even more painful armbar. She tossed me around like a rag doll, there is no other way of putting it. It was miraculous. I’ve never been so helpless in my life. I swear to God, She could fold me in half, put me in an enveloppe and send me to a far away land. What a Woman!

THE CHASTITY COACH

She crossed Her never-ending legs (which was already enough to make him lightheaded),  and asked him how his week had been. He dragged his eyes away from Her legs, sighed, and said: The chastity cage has been on for two weeks now, and I’m sorry to say this, but it’s not my cup of tea. It’s very uncomfortable and my morning erection, which has always been the highlight of the day, is now something I dread. It’s like waking up with my dick in a wine press.
You’re such a cry-baby, She giggled, you have to give it some time.
I hear what you’re saying, he said, and you’re probably right. However, I thought about it carefully, but this is really not my thing. I’m very sorry, but I’m not going through with this. I want my dick back.
I see. You’re forgetting one little thing though. A minor detail perhaps, but still.
And that is?
I have the key.
Yes, bu-
Hush! Let Me finish. She frowned and looked straight into his eyes. Trying to push My limits is a dangerous game to play and I advise you not to do that.
He looked shocked and afraid. I … I don’t understa-
BE QUIET! Don’t take Me for a fool, boy! I have the key and it’s up to Me, and Me alone, to decide whether or not I’m going to give it back to you. Is that understood?
He swallowed his pride. Yes … of course, I apologise.
GOOD! Now, Let Me give you one last piece of advice: instead of complaining, you might want to focus on your manners. They leave a lot to be desired! Good manners are the key to the cage. Remember that.

THE MOVIE

When I arrived that Saturday morning, the regular team was already there: the makeup artist; the photographer; the camerawoman; the guy who was in charge of the lights etc. Mistress Selene is a stickler for quality and She knows it takes time, effort and a team who knows what they’re doing to make a good Femdom movie. Yes, you’re right, She belongs to a fast dying breed. And, as always, Claire (Mistress Selene’s sister) was there to direct the movie. She’s just as demanding as Mistress Selene, so I knew it was going to be long and painful day. But, you know, I’m a well-trained specimen and I take it as it comes. Besides, I was quite honoured that Mistress had asked me to be the victim of the day. The movie started with a couple of slaps across the cheeks, but it did not take long before the whip ripped the flesh. Canes, whips, clamps, paddles, She threw the whole shebang at me. Luncheon came with spit, smother and a severe spanking on the side. And then it was time for the grand finale: the castration scene. I don’t know why, but I dreaded it, even more so when I saw the enormous hedge shears.
Let’s wrap this up, Claire said, who was staring to get cranky. Ready? A-a-a-a-n-d ACTION!
Mistress Selene looked straight into the camera and told the would-be buyers (aka lifetime wankers) that She was going to cut off my cock and balls. She snipped the shears in the air and I screamed with fright. I wasn’t acting. Mistress laughed, opened the shears wide and placed them around my pride and joy. Claire raised Her finger, signalling that it was almost time. Seconds later Her voice slashed through the air like a pair of shears through a scrotum: A-a-a-a-n-d CUT!
SNIP!
Edward the eunuch

BERLIN DREAMS

He was an uncle of mine, he was. Big fella, big mouth, big spender. Always strapped for cash and such. One day he asked me for a loan, because I had money saved for a rainy day. But I couldn’t do anything without permission of Milady, of course. So we went to see Her. My uncle was really scared and he shit himself on a monumental scale. Lady Heidi listened to his trembling plea. Then She smiled. The smile of a predator, it was.
You have My permission, She said to my crapping uncle. Of course you need to pay back the loan plus interest …
I promise, Your Ladyship, my uncle whispered.
She shook Her head. That’s not good enough for Me. I want a collateral, a guarantee that you will fulfil your obligation. If you fail to pay, you will become My slave and My property. Deal?
My uncle suddenly turned very pale, he did. He knew the shit had hit the fan and he realised that only a thoughtful and balanced speech could save him from Her clutches. He said: I … I … uh … La … I … You … uh … I … I …
I thought it sounded pretty convincing, but Milady had a different opinion about that.
Oh, for goodness sake, be silent or I will nail your tongue to the table! We have a deal, end of discussion. The interest rate is 93 per cent per month, which, I think, is a bargain. It’s like giving it away for free, isn’t it?
My uncle said ‘ah’ or something along those lines and fainted on the floor. Poor man. He was living on borrowed time, my uncle was.

LET IT RAIN

I see Lady Torrent roughly five times a year. If I’m lucky. Only during the autumn months and only on rainy days. However, the rain may be pouring down, but that does not necessarily mean She wants to see me. If She does, She will send me an email with the time and place where we will meet the next day. It’s not a request, it’s an order.
You see, I have a big fetish for Women in shiny raincoats. A shiny raincoat makes my cloud burst, if you know what I mean. Lady Torrent has me wrapped around Her finger because She has bought several gorgeous raincoats (with my money, needless to say).
Yesterday, we met in Soggy Forest, because She wanted me to be naked to the umbrella shaft. She had me collared and leashed, ordered me down on my knees and took me for a walk, aka a crawl. Crawling on moss and grass is quite lovely, crawling through thick mud, deep puddles and over rocks and fallen branches not so much. But Lady Torrent was, as always, willing to lend a firm hand. And foot. Meanwhile, the rain kept bucketing down.
Halfway through the crawl She ordered me to stand up, wrapped Her arm around my throat in a chokehold and squeezed the bejesus. The squeaking and crackling sound of Her PCV coat turned my dick into a full grown Redwood tree. The universe was now rotating around my cock. Or I was getting lightheaded. Probably the latter.
Seconds later Her riding crop rained down on my soaking wet skin.
Autumn Delight!
slave Larry