Category Archives: UNIFORM

MAID IN HEAVEN

Every Friday Her Ladyship visits the Ritz for afternoon tea. Leaving Harold, the senior male servant, in charge of the house. But look at him! Standing there in front of Laura’s desk with his hands behind his back like a schoolboy. Laura is a mere kitchen maid, for God’s sake, so why on earth is Harold trembling?
Laura carefully studies the notes in Her ledger. You’re still giving Me hard time, Harold, She sighs. And I don’t understand why. Yes, I have you complete in My power and yes, all your hard earned money goes into My account. But what’s the big deal? It’s not the end of the world, is it?
This has to stop, he says with restrained anger in his voice, I can’t take it anymore.
She closes the ledger and nods in understanding. You’re right, you’re right. Let’s tell Her Ladyship the truth – that I caught you sniffing My panties. Get it over with. I can always give Her your filmed confession of course, but I think it’s best you tell Her personally. Come clean, get fired and spend the rest of your li-
Stop, please … he whispers. He looks so powerless and lost, so beaten and crushed. He swallows his pride and says: I apologise for my behaviour, it … it won’t happen again.
That’s correct, because who’s in charge here, Harold?
You are, Madame.
See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, get the fuck back to work and send in My next victim.
Twelve, pale looking, servants are waiting in line in the hallway. The Housekeeper is waiting (caught gossiping about Her Ladyship), the Valet (just for being a dick) and the Coachman (caught kissing the Parlourmaid). The Under Butler is waiting for his turn (caught masturbating on the job) and, the biggest catch of all, the Gamekeeper (who writes naughty – very, very naughty – stories in his free time).
Flies caught in Her web, helpless and completely at Her mercy.

FEMDOM POLICE ACADEMY

There will always be protesters and rioters, Special Instructor Evelyn said, there will always be creatures who brake the rules and cause mayhem.
I can’t wait to get My hands on the bastards, recruit Sylvia hissed.
Now, now, S.I. Evelyn hushed, please have some respect for the opposite sex.
The class burst out in laughter and S.I. Evelyn had to wipe the tears from Her face.
God, I should have been a comedian, She giggled.
The Femdom Police recruits will be required to attend a 30-week training academy. They will learn martial arts, like hand-to-hand combat, fist-to-chin, knee-to-groin, foot-to-face, teeth-out-mouth, kick-da-shin and snap-da-finger for example. They will learn how to interrogate and how to torture, how to whip and how to humiliate.
The average man thinks only of himself, S.I. Evelyn continued. We gave them a Communal Masturbation Center, gave them a Testicle-Tennis-Table, took headshots of their penis, enlarged them to poster size (the photo that is, not the penis) so that they could hang it in their room … But no, it was not enough to please the wildebeests. They wanted more, because that’s what being a brainless dick is all about.
The recruits cheered and clapped.
Each and everyone of them has a choice: submit to our will and be a good boy, or be a stubborn asshole and pay the prize. So being a Femdom Police Officer is all about being ruthless, unforgiving and brutal. It’s not our job to mediate, it’s our job to crush anyone who challenges us.
The entire class rose to their feet in a standing ovation.
Valencia, Spain, July 2119

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.

THE COMMUTER

He missed the train by a whisker, so he called his boss and told him was going to be late. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. Because suddenly ten, fifteen, twenty Women of the FPS (Female Police Squad) raided the platform. Man, they looked hot in their uniforms and his dick sprang to attention as they approached.
Freeze! Get down on the ground!
Whoever they were looking for was in big trouble! He looked around to see who was standing nearby. It was nerve-wrecking and exiting at the same time.
You sir, in the red T-shirt, get down on the ground.
ME??? he asked, pointing at his red T-shirt.
Yes you!! Get down NOW!
He was complete in shock. He was an accountant for Christ’s sake!
This has to be a mistake, he pleaded, I didn’t do anything.
But he went down on the ground anyway, because he was absolutely terrified. Moments later they were all over him, jamming their knees into his back. He was slapped and handcuffed and one of them pulled a hessian sack over his head. They dragged him down the platform and down a flight of stairs.
Please, he begged, You’ve got the wrong man.
They punched him hard and told him to shut up. They drove him away with sirens blaring.
The life of a commuter is no bed of roses, man, hello no!

HOLY NUN

Being at the fetish party in Paris was a thrilling experience and a feast for the eyes. So many people and so many gorgeous outfits! And then, in the sixth hour, I saw this divine apparition, dressed in a long, shiny black, habit. Of all the uniforms in the land, this is by far the most powerful one. My heart was racing, my lungs were burning. Flee for your life, I thought, don’t look, don’t look, for you will be swept away! But it was already too late, my eyes were glued on Her. I stood there for the rest of the night, like a salt pillar with a granite dick.
Quite strange, because I did not see the inside of church until I was sixteen years old. So God knows why I’m so obsessed with nuns uniforms; but I really am. And I know: buying a box of condoms doesn’t make me the world’s greatest lover, and putting on a habit doesn’t make Her a nun. And yet … that uniform gives Her a level of authority and power that’s not from this world.
Truth is, I was way too salty and intimidated to say something to Her Holiness in Paris and I’ve not seen a fetish nun since. But I’m hoping and I’m praying, literally praying, for it every day.
So much for for being an atheist, right?

A LONER WITH A BONER

He rounded a corner and ran into two Female police officers. Man, they looked incredibly sexy in their uniforms; it gave them an intimidating air of authority. He loved it and his dick rocketed to life. They were not friendly though. No, sir! One of them grabbed him by the shirt, pushed him against a lantern post and put Her hand between his legs. He made a high-pitched sound and gasped for air.
Just as I thought, She said, he’s got a boner.
God help us, the other one said, and She made it sound as if he was a highly contagious disease.
Sir, we are the Penis Police and the The Law on Boners, Act 2019, Section 311-a clearly states that erections are forbidden in public transport, parks, on the streets, at sports venues, etcetera.
He growled. How the hell should I know tha-
She silenced him by squeezing his balls. His testicles were now boiling and his dick was ready for a lift-off.
Feel it, Angela, this is a bad one.
The other one dived in.
Jesus! That’s at least a $500 fine, but it’s more likely to be $1000.
He protested and was arrested for having a) boner b) an attitude c) a dick in the first place. He was fined and sentenced to six months in the Penis Correctional Penitentiary at Fort Dick.

FEMDOM SCHOOLGIRLS

Monday, January 21. According to an anonymous inside source (Mr. Snow, 472-C Lancaster Street, London) the Girls at London University College have taken command of the school. He claims that male teachers and students are blackmailed, bullied and used as slaves!
Headmaster Collins dismissed all claims as silly pranks. These accusations are absolutely false, ungrounded and fabricated, he said. He was missing his front teeth, had a black eye, a bloody nose, and a collar around his neck. Which was a bit odd, but a hype perhaps. Behind him stood a Schoolgirl in an absolutely lovely school-uniform. She had Her hand on the headmaster’s shoulder, which seemed to make him somewhat nervous, as if he was afraid to be rebuked. That must have been the light playing tricks on the mind, no doubt. Then we heard a terrible scream, but the headmaster was quick to explain that it was an owl gone crazy. There was sweat on his forehead and his eyelids were twitching, but that was probably a hobby of some sorts.
Time’s up, the Girl said firmly, and I admired Her for looking after the headmaster so well.
You must be very, very proud of Her, I said.
Proud is a word, the headmaster answered mysteriously. He sounded hoarse. Probably an oncoming flu, or something like that. So rest assure, dear readers, everything’s fine at London University College, nothing to worry about. Tim Sharp – London Chronicle.

PRISON LIFE

The cell is 7 feet by 13, with a barred window of thick, muffled glass at one end and a black painted door at the other. The cell is damp, unlit and cold, there’s no ventilation system, no running water and only a bucket to be used as a bathroom. There’s some straw on the floor to sleep on and a thin blanket to keep me warm. Meals are given through a trapdoor, about 8 inches square. Tea and bread in the morning, a watery soup at noun and a couple of pints of stirabout as dinner. Then there are the dreadful punishments and humiliations. They say you get used to anything in life, but I’m not there yet. Because there’s no predicting how often or how intense these beatings will be. Sometimes thrice a day, sometimes not at all, sometimes before and after a meal, sometimes in the dead of night, sometimes mild, sometimes unbearable, sometimes in my cell, sometimes in front of all the other inmates. It’s the insecurity that is so awful and gets to you. The Female Guards mock and humiliate me. They spit in my face, force me to lick their boots and order me to eat of the floor. All because I made a harmless joke about the Female Government. February 2056 – Slave 1422-927, Femdom Gaol.

BYE BYE BOYS

The beautiful, yet intimidating, nurse slapped me in the face, forced Her fingers down my throat, grabbed my nipples and tried to remove them altogether. I howled like a wolf.
Mmmm, a bit sensitive here and there. We need to keep an eye on that. Now, pants down.

I did so and my dick jumped out like a Jack-in-the-box.
Jesus!!! We’ve got a jumper!!
She pushed a red button on the wall and an alarm sounded. Nurses ran into the room immediately. They grabbed my arms and legs and strapped me to a bed with long, leather restraints. I screamed all over the place, because one of them punched me repeatedly in the groin. But it helped, my dick gave in and backed down.
One of the nurses took charge of the situation. She looked down on me and said: I’m so sorry, but we have to remove it.
W.what? Rem.move what?
Your balls, your penis, everything. The Law of Femdom Clinics, Act 2018, Section 212 states that all jumpers must be removed without exception.
I didn’t know, I pleaded. Please believe me, I didn’t know!!
Of course you didn’t. Now relax and let the anaesthetic do its work.
No! Please stop, not my penis-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s

THE FLOGGING

When I got into the great yard I saw three Female Officer’s and about twenty male prisoners. When the triangle was brought out I began to shake from head to foot. It appeared that several had to be flogged; and to make matters worse, so far as I was concerned, a number had to undergo the punishment before me. When the first was strapped he began to shout and roar, but the lash was nevertheless administered without mercy. One after the other screamed and begged for forgiveness, but to no avail. Their backs presented the appearance of raw meat. My name was called at last, and I in turn begged to be spared, but they laughed in my face. I was strapped and the horrible beating began. The more I cried for mercy, the more severely was the lash felt. The Officer’s gave extra instructions to the flogger: Lower down, more to the right, or: try to hit that same spot again, only harder. At length I was released and marched slowly to my cell. On arriving there I fell down from exhaustion, and was scarcely be able to lie in bed for pain. Anno Domini 2154, Femdom Gaol, Chicago.