Tag Archives: Femdom Uniform

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?

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.