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THE ARMBAR

He had dinner in Sandra’s Sushi Bar and drinks in Bloody Mary’s Cocktail Bar. He drank one too many and went home singing “The Wild Rover”. Then he came across a place called The Armbar and decided to go in. An armbar, he learned, was an unique experience unlike anything he had ever tried before. And that for just $250 an hour!
That’s like giving it away for free, he sheered enthusiastically. Give me a double portion!
And so he met Barbara, a wonderful young Lady with deep blue eyes, blond hair and a killer smile. She told him to lay down on his back. You’re my kinda girl, he laughed and started singing again (“Happy Days Are Here Again”). She put one leg across his chest, the other across his face, grabbed his wrist and secured his arm between Her legs. She applied some pressure and he produced some screams. The Happy Days came crumbling down. He tried to fight himself out of Her grip, but he didn’t stand a chance.
Don’t fight it, She said, embrace it!
It hurts!!! he wailed, tapping out in a hurry. The pain was excruciating and he feared She would break his elbow.
The door opened and a second Lady entered the room.
Meet Barbarella, Barbara said, She will take care of your other arm.
No, no, no, he panicked, that’s not -ah-ah-ah!! OK! OK! If you insist!
It was an experience of a lifetime alright, but not something he would ever want to go through again. No, nay, never. No, nay, never, no more!

FEMDOM EMPIRE

Queen Emma was seated on Her throne at Gudinna Palace, which was filled to capacity.
Oh, most powerful Queen of the world, an eunuch proclaimed with a high-pitched voice, most brilliant in wealth and achievement among all Mistresses and Female Leaders of our time, famed and feared for the pains, miseries, sufferings and cruelties You have inflicted on Your male subjects, and the fear which You have instilled into the hearts of the unfaithful and rebellious asshol- excuse me, I mean: unfaithful and rebellious males.
Yes, only the Kingdom to the North had refused to bow to Her. The war between the two lasted until Queen Emma’s complete victory at Tallskog.
The defeated King prostrated himself before Her: I, Colossus III, King of Cocks, Count of Castrates, Lord of Losers, Earl of Everything, Knight of Nothing, surrender Myself to Your command, Your Highness, for I am vanquished and I am, from this day forward, Your humble slave and property. Most willingly and most faithfully, shall I obey Your commands, for Thou are the Owner of my body and my soul and I am the owned.
Everything went silent and you could hear a pin drop. The silence lasted for five never-ending, nerve-wrecking, nail-biting minutes, till the slain King trembled in fear and was ready to shit himself. Then Queen Emma moved Her foot forward and Her new pet kissed Her feet, Her knees and Her hands. Palace Paper, December 2134 AD.

VICTORY POSE

The Victory Pose comes with a variety of forms & flavours and they all taste heavenly. She can place Her victorious foot on your 1) chest, 2) throat, 3) face 4) scrotum, 5) back 6) butt or 7) neck. With or without flexed muscles, in- or outdoors. She can also (8) stuff Her foot in your mouth or flex Her muscles while 9) sitting on your chest or 10) face. They’re all delicious, and I will dedicate a post to each and every one of them. The Victory Pose is not a punishment of course, it’s a humiliation. A couple of years ago a Female colleague of mine kicked a tennis ball in my scrotum. Accidentally, She claimed, but that’s what they all say, don’t they? Anyways, I fell down on my knees, wiggle-wiggle-wiggled a bit, then the lights went out and I fell on my snout. I rolled on my back and seconds later She placed Her victorious foot on my chest and said:
And they call us the weaker sex.
Everyone laughed and I tried to get up.
Where do you think you’re going? Want another one?
There was an undertone of seriousness in Her voice and I gave in and lay motionless on the floor.