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Richard Has A Change Of Life: Femdom Fiction

Richard Has A Change Of Life

It was a bright hot summer’s morning in June. Although it was only 7.30am the temperature was already beginning to rise and the clear blue sky above signalled the likelihood of another scorching day.

Richard Pemberton strode purposefully along the pedestrianised road in the city centre. It was early so there was no-one else about yet but Richard was a man on a mission. He worked for a large firm of insurance brokers and yesterday he had been called into the senior director’s office to be told that he was to be made the new chief area co-ordinator. This was his third promotion in just eighteen months and at the age of twenty eight life was good. A new girlfriend, another pay increase, a company car soon to be his, there was no doubt about it he was on the fast track. But hell, he deserved it, he had worked his butt off since joining the company and it was about time he reaped the rewards. An early start today would demonstrate his commitment. He whistled contentedly as he walked along, gazing into the shop windows.

About fifty metres ahead there was a bench which was situated in the middle of the concourse. Richard could see a girl sitting on it, she had long blonde hair and was wearing a white cotton t-shirt together with what he judged to be a pair of cut-off jeans. He judged her to be probably in her late teens and as he came nearer he was struck by the girl’s long and very shapely legs. She was almost as good looking as his girlfriend and he wondered what she was doing here at this time in the morning.

It was at that moment that she slightly inclined her head and for the first time Richard gazed upon her angelic face. Whoa! his mind screamed. All comparisons to his girlfriend had been forgotten. The girl had the most incredible eyes he had ever seen. They were a stunning emerald green and seemed to sparkle.

He had meant to say Good Morning but the words died in his throat as he passed her. His throat felt constricted and his breathing highly elevated. After walking for another twenty yards or so, Richard realised he just had to gaze upon that angelic countenance again. But how? He couldn’t just turn around and stare at her. She would think he was a creep. But he knew that if he kept on walking he would never see her again and he just couldn’t bear that. His mind raced furiously and then it came to him. About sixty or so yards back he had passed a post box. He could pretend he had forgotten to post a letter that would give him an excuse to walk back past her.

He stopped. “Oh damn”” he exclaimed, hoping he sounded convincing. He turned round and started walking back. As he passed the girl again, Richard pretended to nonchalantly gaze around, making sure he got a good look at her. He felt a thrill course through him as he caught sight of her beautiful features once more. She truly had the face of an angel. Her eyes, emerald green he had thought before, were actually a brilliant azure blue. She appeared not to have noticed him, her attention seemingly fixed on the shop window display opposite.

As he walked past her once more Richard felt his heart hammering in his chest, he seemed to need more air so was having to breathe through his mouth. He reached the post box and stood in font of it with his back to the girl. He couldn’t let her see that he didn’t actually have anything to post so maintaining his stance he raised his arm to the letterbox and pretended to post a letter.

Now he could walk back and sneak a final look at this stunning girl. He needed to look at those eyes one final time. Those incredible eyes that seemed to have imprinted themselves indelibly onto his brain. Perhaps he could even compose himself enough to wish her a good morning as he passed by. As he turned round and approached her once more he seemed to feel a slight heaviness in his legs. He shrugged it off. This was stupid. Why was he acting so idiotically? She was just a girl for pity’s sake, yes undeniably a beautiful girl, well, ok, a very, very beautiful girl , in fact the most beautiful girl he had ever seen…Richard breathed in hard and shook his head. His mind was babbling. What on earth was wrong with him? It was time to act like a man. He would look at her, smile, wish her a very good morning and then coolly walk on.

He was almost upon her now and turned his head to look at her. To his shock she was staring right at him. Trying to recover himself he opened his mouth to speak but then it registered that her eyes were green again. Hadn’t they been blue before? How could they keep changing colour? They must have been green all along, and what a beautiful deep green. So rich. He felt himself drifting and then falling. Soon all he was aware of was his own deep breathing as he stood there transfixed by the hypnotic beauty of the girl’s eyes.

Suddenly she spoke and he snapped out of his stupor with a start. How long had he been standing there?

“Your name?” she snapped.

“Richard,” he replied.

“Surname?”

“Pemberton.”

“Annual income.”

“£40,000.”

“Credit card limit?”

“Seven thou-, W-w-wait a minute” Richard gasped shaking his head vigorously. He couldn’t believe it. Who did she think she was, asking him such personal questions? She had actually asked him what his annual salary was. Even worse he had blurted it out without thinking. Well he wouldn’t allow himself to be interrogated in this way. She might have the face of a goddess but her manners left a lot to be desired. However, he didn’t want to cause a scene and what’s more, he was a gentleman. He would just indulge in some brief social niceties and then be on his way.

“Yes, my name is Richard Pemberton. Good morning to you” he smiled offering his hand. “And may I enquire your name, young lady?”

The girl shifted her gaze, affecting total disinterest. She didn’t offer her hand or bother to reply to his question.

Richard felt a surge of anger. Poor manners were one thing but this was just plain rudeness. He snorted. “Well have a nice day” he exclaimed sarcastically and strode off angrily. He had work to do and he had dallied here long enough.

He hadn’t even gone five strides when her voice rang out commandingly.

“Stop right there!”. He ground to a halt.

“I have not dismissed you from my presence, Richie dear. Walking off like that was so very rude and I cannot abide rudeness.”

Richard was outraged. He would not even turn to look at her.

“Firstly,” he hissed. “It’s Richard, not Richie. Secondly, you are the one who has displayed all the rudeness. Your manners are appalling and your demeanour is disagreeable. Quite frankly I have no more time to waste here. Goodbye!”

He went to move but before he could, she spoke again, this time her voice cooing seductively.

“But Richie. Surely it’s rude to sneak lecherous looks at innocent young women on public benches. Surely it’s creepy to pretend to use a post box just so that one can walk up and down ogling a sweet young woman. Wouldn’t you say, Richie?

Richard’s face flushed scarlet. How could she possibly have known? He felt ashamed. But really, he hadn’t been ogling. He had just looked. A perfectly natural urge, nothing unhealthy about it. And if she was so innocent why was there such a mocking tone in her voice?”

“And one more thing Richie” she purred. “You’re not going anywhere. I forbid you to take another step.”

Right, that was it. He’d had enough of this. Time to leave. He went to move his right leg and to his absolute horror found that he couldn’t. What was this? He felt a surge of panic and then an odd feeling in his chest. A kind of weakness quickly followed by butterflies in his stomach. Richard desperately strained to move his leg but it seemed to be stuck fast, in fact paralysed. He switched to the left leg but to his consternation it too would not move. A tinkle of mocking laughter sounded behind him.

“Try as hard as you can Richie. Put all your manly strength into it. But the harder you try the more you’ll be paralysed.”

Richard gritted his teeth and strained. He felt sweat pop out on his forehead as he tried with all his might to move his right leg. But he couldn’t move a muscle. He was well and truly tooted to the spot. What kind of witchery was this?”

“Now Richie, I think it’s time you turned to face me. Turn round Richie.”

He felt his legs and hips moving of their own accord. Now he was facing her once more.

“Now Richie, Be a good boy, come here.” She raised her right forefinger and he saw that it was slender and beautiful. Then she slowly beckoned to him and he felt his body shoot forward. She beckoned again and once more he was violently pulled forward. Once more she beckoned and the process was repeated. She winked slowly. Richard felt humiliated and very frightened.

At length he stood directly in front of the girl who was still seated in the same position she had been all along.

“W-what do you want/” he stammered. “P-please. I just want to go to work.”

“Oh you’re going to be working alright Richie darling” she smiled. “Let me explain everything. I’m new to this area and unfortunately it wasn’t a viable proposition to bring my slaves with me. I had to leave them behind. The poor dears were heartbroken, you know. So the upshot of it all is that I’ve been looking for a fresh slave to start a new stable. And now I’ve found one. You, Richie dear.”

“W-what the hell are you talking about” Riched hissed. “Slaves? That sort of thing is illegal. I’ll report you to the police, this is outrageous…”

“Oh shut up Richie!” she interrupted harshly. “You’re being tedious. You should feel very honoured. I don’t just let anyone serve me, you know. I’m very fussy. Now I think it’s time to get going. I live about a mile from here. There’s a whole pile of dishes waiting to be cleaned and heaps of laundry. Not to mention the general housework. You’re going to be a very busy boy today.”

Richard couldn’t speak. He looked into her eyes. She was just so beautiful. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Surely the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Would it really be so bad to serve such an absolute goddess. She smiled and he felt a part of himself slipping away. No—ooo, this couldn’t be! With an almighty effort he resisted. If he didn’t somehow escape very soon he knew he would be lost.

“But what about my job?” he pleaded.

“You’ll just have to take a sickie today” she replied.

“But I’ll get the sack” he whimpered.

“For one sick day? I hardly think so Richie. Now, don’t worry. I’ll let you keep your job. A slave with no income is no good to me at all. I’m a girl with very expensive tastes, you know.” She winked at him mockingly. She turned away and delved into the bag she had beside her, seemingly searching for something.

This was his chance. She was distracted and it was now or never. He tried to move his legs but it was as if they were “superglued” to the pavement. But his arms were free. And his mobile phone was in his back pocket. If he could just dial his workplace and shout for help. It wasn’t even 8.00am yet but Peter would be there. Peter was always there.

He grabbed the phone and furiously began to punch in the numbers. Come on. Almost there.

“Stop, Richie” he heard her cooing voice. Oh no. His finger hung just above the final digit. He tried desperately to lower it, he just had to hit that number. Straining like never before he concentrated with all his might. His finger moved fractionally, just a millimetre or two, then a bit more. “Come on. Please!” he groaned. And then just like that it was all over. All the strength left his arm and his finger hung in the air as if in suspended animation.

“I must say you’re quite a lot of fun Richie. It’s quite unusual for a man to be able to resist me as much as you have. In retrospect you’re going to have to take the whole week off work. I can see that I won’t be able to let you stray far until I’ve fully conditioned you. Now, give me that phone.”

She extended her palm and snapped her fingers. He gazed adoringly at her hand. Her fingers were so long and slender and beautiful. He sensed his own arm moving and felt utter defeat as he saw himself place the phone into her outstretched hand. Smiling she held the phone about six inches above her opened bag. Then her fingers parted, the phone dropped into the bag and she zipped it up in one quick motion.

“Just bear with me a moment Richie darling” she simpered as she produced a compact case and proceeded to apply her lipstick, all the while primping herself in the mirror. “A girl must always look her best, don’t you think so Richie?” she purred seductively.

Richard gazed at her in awe. She was just so heartstoppingly beautiful. How could any other woman even come close to her. He was breathing harshly again. God, he wanted to serve her. How could he ever have doubted it. She was right to demand servitude because she deserved it. And she had chosen him. A poor lowly male not fit to kiss the ground she walked on. How could he ever hope to be worthy of her?. But he would try! He would try so hard!

She had stood up and he could see that she was tall, about 5’9 to 5’10.

“I don’t even know your name” he murmured.

“My name is Ariel, but you will call me Goddess” she replied. “Now, follow me.” Suddenly he could move and he fell into line beside her.

“Stop” she exclaimed. She turned to face him and shockingly he felt the left hand side of his face explode. She had face-slapped him…and quite harshly. His cheek stung and burned.

“I said follow me” she snapped. “That means you walk behind me. Ten yards. No more, no less. Do I have to explain everything?”

“I’m sorry Goddess” he muttered. He stood looking down at the pavement, so ashamed that he could not meet her gaze.

“Now, let’s try again” she snapped.

She moved off striding confidently and Richard fell in behind her. As she walked he stared adoringly at her slowly swaying hips and beautiful shapely legs. Her lustrous blonde hair hung down to her waist and shimmered in the slight breeze. When he’d woken up that morning he’d been convinced that the world was his oyster, but now he knew his life had been changed forever.

by P

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Roped & Poked: Experiments in Fetish Macramé

Experiments in Fetish Macramé

Kinbaku bondage specialist I am not but I do adore rope and its unique qualities and have been experimenting using it to create elaborate harnesses for my slaves. In a recent scene, I bound my slave’s head with an intricate rope ‘net hood’ which included a rope ball gag. Then I created a body harness which also acted as a partial hogtie, a particularly evil one adapted so my slave’s ankles were tied to his balls. This kept his arse nicely up in the air for me, cheeks spread and prevented him from being able to move.

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So there was a point to this convoluted bondage, as now my slave is in the perfect position for me to enjoy pegging him hard for a long time using my massive pink strapon. I savoured fingering and warming up his gaping hole then sensually rode him, every thrust pulling on his balls and rubbing his bound cock. Once I’d finished enjoying myself I tied my slave’s ankles together but leaving them trust to his balls – a predicament hogtie where if he tried to move he’d yank on his ‘little boys’ – ouch!

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Merciless Inverted Bondage

I’ve also been experimenting with rope inversions. First I inverted my slave using leather suspension boots in my bondage frame, then I wove an elaborate rope web around him to make sure he couldn’t move at all but also to help relieve the pressure from his ankles by suspending and lifting him from many different points on his body. Inverted suspension puts the slave at the perfect hight to worship my boots while I in turn am perfectly placed to ‘deal’ with his vulnerable manhood. Next for some ingenious and evil predicament bondage as I allow allow gravity to do its work after placing a strong electric probe into his arse “Mwahahaha” 🙂

And, you can watch all the action as it unfolded in Roped & Poked & Inverted Rope Bondage now showing inside our members area.

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Lash Lash Land: Original Fun Fetish Films

Original Fun Fetish Films
There’s so much talent within the fetish scene, it always suffers a bad rap from the mainstream but it’s a world composed of intelligent, creative and unique individuals: fashion designers, artists, writers, film makers, musicians, engineers, equipment makers, promoters; many using their abilities combined with their love of the scene in the commercial world to make a living. Occasionally, however, they put their minds to having a little fun… so here are some little film ditties that I thought were rather excellent!


Rubberfish’s wonderful adventures of Ms Swat, this installment is Bootilicious.

2am Lesdom at its finest! Fab fun parody with Mistress Evilyne & Goddess Anastaxia Film by Duke Music performed by Mistress Elita & ‘equipment’ provided by Babes & Horny.


Make sure you check out Rubber 55’s excellent rubber clothing especially their hoods & catsuits.

Big trouble for ‘little’ chastity slaves! Follow Empress Jazzy here


Have you ever wondered what dominatrixes do on their day off? With moi & the gorgeous Lady Nina Birch.


Mystery looms in this classroom at a girls’ high school. Something is being kept secret…


A fetish cavalry battle between dominatrices.


Who knew fucking machines had so many uses…
Check out these excellent machines here F-Machine

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The Cane – The Classic English Discipline Tool Pt 3

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A proper stroke of the cane is really best suited for the fleshy buttocks. It can be used on other parts of the body, the top of the thighs and hands are popular. For strokes on the body use a lightweight cane with a building tapping motion. The hands have many delicate bones so only very light strokes with the tip of the cane administered to the palm area are really suitable.

Where should you aim for?
When caning a bottom I would suggest that beginners aim to keep the tip of the cane in the middle of the furthest cheek. Once you are more confident keep the tip about an inche in from the outer edge of the bottom. (See Fig. 1) Beware of over-shooting the target. Often when caning you can measure the stroke but will then over shoot this mark when putting your power behind the stroke. The highest cut should be just below the cleft of the buttocks and the lowest just along the crease where the bottom meets the legs. (See Fig. 2)

One of the main mistakes that people make when using a cane is to deliver the strokes all on the same spot. There should be a succession of cane stripes up and down the entire buttocks. I love to see a caned bottom with six evenly placed lines across it each about an 1/2 an inch apart. (See Fig. 3) So try to cane the entire bottom and don’t just hope to hit anywhere. Practice high and low shots. Even experienced players can miss-hit sometimes but remember – if you are not that experienced start with medium or light strokes so that they will not cause too much damage if you do miss.

I think that where you stand in relation to the recipient while administrating the caning is one of the most important factors. Where you stand determines the angle the cane will hit the bottom. If you are too forward or behind the target the angle will be too great and result in one buttock receiving a heavy punishment and the other side none at all. (See Fig. 4) Use the lines you are leaving on the bottom as a guide to how well you are balancing the strokes. The perfect stroke lands flat, that is parallel to the buttocks just before it lands. Thereby transferring the stroke’s power equally onto each cheek.

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Perfect positioning of body, arm, cane and placement on the buttocks by Domina Liza

Before the prevalence of the cane the most popular implement was of course the birch. However the cane fitted in well with the Victorian ideals of modesty as it could be easily used over the clothes with very little loss of intensity. So the cane is one of the few CP implements that can be particularly effective over clothes. Canings over tight skirts, jeans, shorts and thick panties are all popular. If you want to indulge in a heavy caning session but don’t want to be marked some practitioners recommend wearing layers of thick knickers or laying a folded wet towel over the buttocks. It will prevent marks, yet still allows much of the intensity of the punishment to come through. These are also useful for a dominant that wants to really thrash away at their partner.

Another way to dish out a punishment of a half-dozen strokes is that of the ‘Five-Barred Gate’, a ‘six-of-the-best’ with one very important, singular variation – the sixth cane stroke is delivered at a roughly 45° angle slicing diagonally across the previous five strokes. Its purpose is to ‘link’ the weals into what appears to be, as you may have guessed, a ‘gate.’ That last cane stroke is, as is traditional, the hardest, and cruelly “opens up” the previously inflicted welts.

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Miss Eve Harper was known secretly by her employees as the Evil Harpy and if targets were not met she had a very special motivational program

Cane Care
Canes are made from natural reed with their own moisture content and so will stiffen and become brittle as they dry out over time. This will make them more prone to snap. The best place to keep your canes is in a nice humid bathroom to prevent them drying out. The worst place is near radiators and central heating, as this will considerably shorten their lifespan. If soiled, canes may be washed with soapy water (also alcohol or household bleach if blood is present). You can then wipe them with a wax based furniture polish that will help to preserve both the surface seal and their appearance.

This is the last part (Pt3) of my extensive guide to the cane as a discipliary tool, I hope it has been instructive 🙂

Read the full article here:
Part 1 The Cane – The Classic English Discipline Tool
Part 2 The Cane – The Classic English Discipline Tool
Part 3 The Cane – The Classic English Discipline Tool

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Pen & Kink

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Here at The Mansion we just love the fun designs of Pen & Kink and wanted to feature them. This BDSM & kink-friendly artwork and apparel with a humorous twist is the work of a kinky guy based down under in Adelaide, South Australia.

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All designs available as T-Shirts

“I initially thought of the name Pen & Kink back in 2011, when I started posting BDSM-inspired artworks on FetLife. They were mostly pin-ups, since I was drawing nothing but girls at that time, but I began to notice myself incorporating humour more and more into my work.

It wasn’t until I created my very first ‘Leash Laws’ design that my work became more popular, and that design now has over 2,000 loves on FetLife. I began to receive a lot of requests for ‘Leash Laws’ to be a t-shirt that people could buy, so I created an online store and have been gradually adding more designs.” See here

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“I think what separates my work from a multitude of other, more talented BDSM and fetish-inspired artists, is that my work isn’t overtly sexual; it depicts a lighter side of BDSM and kink.

I believe this resonates with a lot of people who practice BDSM, the ability to jovially laugh at ourselves and have fun and be comfortable with who we are and what we do, while also not taking ourselves too seriously.”

 

Check out Pen & Kink here:
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www.redbubble.com/people/penandkink

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www.twitter.com/penandkink

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