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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

SCHOOLDAYS

I’m here on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, Headmistress White said, and Headmistress Red is here on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You, Richards, are sent to the Headmistress’s office on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays to be disciplined, but never on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Can you give Me an explanation as to why that is?
The God’s smile favourably on You, Headmistress, he said with a deviant smile.
Watch your tongue, Richards! Do you like being punished? Is that it?
His smile faded a little and his face turned red.
I … don’t know, Headmistress.
Her words lashed out at him. That won’t do, Richards! You are one of the best students of this school, so stop wasting My time and answer the question.
Yes Headmistress, he whispered, I … I like being punished … … by You.
An awkward silence fell between them and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was scared, She could see that. Scared of the consequences of what he just said. Scared of what would happen next.
(He’s at My mercy now, She thought. I hold his future in My hands.)
Well, well, She said. How about that: a submissive young man.
He erupted. Please let me suffer for You. Please, Headmistress.
Don’t you worry about that, Richards! Clearly I did not punish you hard enough. So pull down your pants, bend over and say a prayer.

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.

ONCE A TEACHER …..

Life has changed dramatically after the Female Revolution. Female Education Law requires all males (young and old) to attend a Femdom Reform School every two years. It’s compulsory and failing to attend school is punishable without exceptions.

The day starts at 08:00 a.m. by singing the Femdom Anthem:

♬ Oh, Mighty Women, in you we place our faith and trust ♬
The school regime is very strict and disciplinarian. As Miss Cane so eloquently put it: of course you’re allowed to make a mistake, but you will be brutally punished for it. Hear, hear, my bruised and battered ass would say. It’s not just the ass that’s in jeopardy though! Your hands, the soles of your feet, your hair and your ears are all used to discipline you. Sticks can teach a good slave, as the ancient Chinese used to say.
Still, in spite of everything, I’m happy to be here. Because of the Headmistress, you see. She’s so stunning and I hope I will be Her slave and property one day. But, as She explained: If I take you under My wing, its because I want it, not because you want it. Words of wisdom, but then again: once a teacher …..