Trick or Treat: Femdom Fiction

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Trick or Treat

He turned the ignition off and checked himself briefly in the rear-view mirror.  Yes, all good he thought. He had shaven again before coming out, dispensing with the five o’clock shadow in anticipation of the evening ahead.  Eve had hinted that it was an occasion to let the hair down and he thought there had been some kind of a dark hint in her countenance as she said it.  Well it was a little get together for Halloween after all, a social for the staff, which she said would be very entertaining.

He cast his mind back to his monthly review, the first since he had taken this job. She had been matter of fact, with him, pointing out that his sales figures were good and he had fulfilled his monthly target. She had, however, pulled him up on what she termed his cocky manner in the office and his tendency to ogle his female colleagues. “You should not undress every woman with your eyes,” she had chided him. Then she added somewhat mysteriously that that would be soon knocked out of him.

He didn’t bother trying to decipher what she meant. He was who he was, and he had already decided who he wanted to bed in the office.  He got out of the car and walked to the front door of the house. Eve promptly answered after the ring. He caught his breath. She looked ravishing in a black number with black leather boots. She was certainly a woman of many parts, he surmised.

“The rest are here,” she said as she led him along the corridor. She paused before a door looking him up and down. “Ok come along in.”

She opened the door and he walked in. The women were sitting around on couches, sipping from flute glasses. Immediately his eyes were drawn to their ample cleavage.  His eyes wandered until eventually they met Eve’s steady gaze.

“You dirty perve,” she said. “Get down on your fucking knees.”

He gasped, and said in a stuttering voice, “what do you mean?”

“What part of get down on your knees do you not understand. You are going to be our little bitch for the evening. Consider it a sort of initiation,” she barked at him, as the rest giggled.

He got down on his knees, his mind a jumble of confused thoughts. So imperious was her commanding manner that he seemed helpless in the face of it.

“Good, do not get back up. The girls are going to undress you now.”

He stood and the women encircled him. There was no sign of any of the guys he noted. They shrugged him out of his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. Eve stepped forward, and he was transfixed by her stare so much that he never noticed her hand until it closed around his crotch.

“My, my what have were here,” she mused.

The rest giggled. He was now topless and they started to unbutton his pants. They pulled down his boxers, releasing his hardening cock.  He was excited yes, but this was unprecedented for him. A sex party with him providing the entertainment for these women. He had hoped to ride at least one of them, but all of them. He would rise to the task, he reckoned.  He stood naked before them, and he was aware of their appraising glances.

“Now on your knees again,” Eve commanded.

He knelt back down.

“As it’s Halloween, we are going to have our little version of trick and treat,” she told him.

“You are probably wondering where all the lads are. Well, they are part of this little game.”

She went to a side table and rang a bell that was on it.  The door opened and four masked figures entered. They were adorned with Halloween masks with dressing robes on.  He looked nonplussed at Eve.

“Let me explain,” she said. “Adam, Robert, Sam and Howard have dressed up for the game. You have to figure out who is who, and to help you figure it out you are going to go down on all of them and then try and identify them according to their cocks. We are going to watch.”

This met with more giggles from the girls, and the mirth was unmistakeable.

“I not gay or bi,” he stammered.

“Immaterial,” answered Eve. “You are going to be our bitch. We do it with every guy who comes to work for us.”

She turned to the line of masked figures. “Now boys, unsheathe your pieces.”

On cue they all untied their robes, and a phalanx of erect cocks presented themselves.

“Step forward, number one,” she said.

The first figure stepped in front of him, lining his cock up with his face.

“Lick it first and then suck it you bitch,” Eve commanded.

Again, her tone seemed to bewitch him. He swallowed and then opened his mouth. His tongue made contact with the shaft, sending a tingle throughout his body.  As if it had a life of its own, it started to glide up and down.

“Lick those balls as well,” Eve said.

His tongue made contact with the voluminous sack, licking them. Then it glided back up, reaching its destination.  He flinched a bit from the taste of it, but quickly accustomed, licking it.  The cock pulsated as his lips encircled it and it entered his mouth.  He started working on a rhythm as Eve cupped his head in her hands.

“Don’t get him too excited,” she said, “you have the rest to do as well.”

And that’s what he did, repeating the process as each took their turn.  When finished, they asked him to try and guess who was who.  He got it wrong on each count as they unmasked themselves. He looked mutedly at them, scarcely believing he had fellated them all.

“Oh, very poor,” said Eve.

“The punishment is as bukkake for you.”

Again, on cue his four male colleagues encircled him and started wanking.  They came over his face, their hot spunk hitting his cheeks, lips, forehead and nose.

“Now lick what you can off,” Eve said.

The salty tang quickly assailed his mouth and senses.  He had come to this party and they had changed him irrevocably. They had brought something to the surface in him that he did not know was there.  He looked limply at Eve and the rest of them, hardly able to meet their eyes in shame, he guessed.  He wouldn’t be ogling any of them again.

He hung his head, the spunk still splayed across the unreachable parts of his face.

Eve stood over him, and addressed the others.

“Now girls, anyone ready to take a pee…….?”

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Hands up for Humiliation! Ways to be Mean to Sub Men

Ways to be Mean to Sub Men…

Alongside my friend & fellow domina Mistress T for an afternoon’s entertainment we set about coming up with endless diabolical ways to humiliate our pet sub 🙂

Enforced arse sniffing helped along with my boot

Treated like a dog, kept on all fours and spat at

Trampled into the mud then made to lick our dirty boots clean

Reduced to the status of a pig, rolled in the mud, then spitroasted

Piggy Spitroast

Endless shoulder riding & donkey lifts until exhausted & broken

Why should a domme walk when she can ride… on your back

Dirty piggies need hosing down with ice cold water

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Man’s Ruin Pt 2: Sgt. Rock To Hell & Back

Man’s Ruin Pt 2: Sgt. Rock To Hell & Back
More Amazing Tales of Heroic Masochism

“I won’t talk’ grunted Sgt. Rock through clenched teeth. A strange and sinister smile twisted the corner of his captor’s luscious lips.
“Maybe a little goose-stepping on your balls vill loosen your tongue” The smile broke into an evil laugh as Stella Von Stern slapped the enslaved Sgt. Rock hard across the jaw. This was the second day he had spent bound to an uncomfortably bamboo chair in the jungle hut. A mischievous native girl and her poison dart had thwarted his top-secret mission into the heart of enemy territory. Sgt. Rock had been attempting to suck the poison from the tip of his penis when he was fell upon by a troop of She-Kommandants and captured. Once the fever from the poison dart had subsided, he awoke to find himself a prisoner of one of the most feared but yet strangely beautiful commanders of the Herman Army.

“Vot is your name, wank and serial number?” purred the Teutonic temptress in the G.I.’s ear of steel.
“I think the word you are looking for is rank.” Grunted Sgt. Rock.
“No,” she sighed, “I meant wank, your ‘tummy solider’ still seems to be standing to attention. Maybe we should dismiss him.”

Stella raised her leather boot to rest it dangerously close to Sgt. Rock’s rock hard manhood, enabling him to get a glimpse of her stocking tops. Her riding crop jabbed greedily at his throbbing camouflage pants.
“Is this still the effect of the poison dart or maybe you are impressed by my tutonically tight skirt.” She said pushing her knee hard against the immense girth of his chest.
“In fact, our spies have reported that some really tough G.I.’s have their name, rank and serial number tattooed on the inside of their foreskin to prove how hard they are!”
Sgt. Rock winced and gritted his teeth, nearly sheering the shaft of his cigar. “And maybe, if your mission is so top secret, then maybe I’ll find some information that vill be of use to the Herman High Command.”

Sgt. Rock thought rapidly and hard, the story about the tattooed toughies was just barrack room bravado spread around to make everyone think his commando unit was the most hardened, gun-ho fighting force in the world. Whilst his sadistic interrogator remained distracted by a little cock and ball torture he could keep from revealing the truth about his mission. There was nothing else he could do but pretend to be a lily-livered coward, a wuss, a patsy and a goddamn wimp.

“No!” he screeched, “You’ll find nothing there. I’ll tell you my name…it’s Wenzell, Wenzell Rock. My rank is Sergeant and my serial number is 0000001. Just let me know if there is anything else I can help you with.”
“Ah ha, as I thought.” She was smiling again, that evil and perverted smile. Stella Von Stern’s foot ground hard over the red, white and blue tip of Sgt. Rock’s steely manhood. The forceps were cold and cruel as they twisted the true blue cock, sadistically pulling back the foreskin.

“Vell!” she exclaimed “Completely blank. Either you’re lying or you veren’t tough enough to get a tattoo. Let’s see how tough you really are Sgt. Rock.”
The all American hunk fell to the floor as Stella Von Stern took hold of his helmet and threw him from the chair. “This is vhere the fun really starts!”
“No,” cried the Sergeant “Not my cigar!” Too late, her Jacqueline-Boot kicked it from his lips and ground it into the floor of the jungle hut. Stripping her blouse like a wild tigress, Stella Von Stern fell upon his back and sat astride the huge hulk of his shoulders she viciously pulled his hair, twisted his ear.
“You can chafe me all you want I won’t talk.”

“ O you vill talk alright. After I have given you a good hearty wrestle, I shall call for my guard. She is very artistic with her tattoo machine once she has vitten a message on your so-called manhood declaring your allegiance and slavery to the She-Kommandants you will be branded a traitor and a coward. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“I won’t talk.” He hissed, “Never ever, ever.”

The insect like buzz of the tattoo machine filled the jungle night. Sgt. Rock twisted his neck in the strangle hold of Stella Von Stern so he could see the doorway. A shadowy figure loomed at the entrance, the moonlight glinting on the needle tip of the tattoo gun. Elsa Von Strap-On clicked her heels and marched smartly into the room.
“Pin him down Von Strap-On I shall begin my dictation…”

by Mark E. Dezard

To Be Continued…

Man’s Ruin
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Bond-Ball-Busting

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The is something rather kinky about James Bond – perhaps it stems from the fact Ian Fleming, the author was a practitioner of S&M (according to his letters), with a love of spanking in particular. This SM influence is also evident throughout Fleming’s books and the subsequent movies. There is the famous scene in the book Casino Royal, where James Bond’s testicles are tortured by being beaten with a paddle. In the recent movie version Daniel Craig has his balls beaten (rather homoerotically) with a knotted rope whip.

To continue the kinky theme, two of our favourite leathered-up kick-ass women from The Avengers both left the series to appear in Bond movies, Honour Blackman in Goldfinger & then Diana Rigg in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. Honour Blackman played the infamously named Pussy Galore, a lesbian who runs an all female crime gang who masquerade as a circus act.

So I thought I’d consider which of the bond girls make my Top Three of the women who Kicked Bond’s Ass (and Busted his Balls).


My Top Three Women Who Kicked Bond’s Ass

1st) Xenia Onatopp in Golden Eye
2nd) Bambi & Thumper from Diamonds Are Forever
3rd) May Day in A View to a Kill


Bambi & Thumper

I’ve always been rather fond of this scene with Bambi & Thumper in Diamonds Are Forever (see the clip below) where Bond get his balls-busted, is scissored & then beaten up. Ignore the ridiculous end, he had no chance against these two!

Xenia Onatopp
The bond girl, however, who wins hands down is Famke Janssen as the sadist henchwoman Xenia Onatopp in Golden Eye. (Yes, she’s called ‘On-a Top’, they do love those innuendo names.) She’s a beautiful, seductive, psychopath who derives sexual satisfaction from killing especially while using her strong thighs to do this. In one scene, she lures a Canadian admiral onto a yacht engaging in violent sexual intercourse with him. While crushing him to death; she moans in pleasure as he moans in pain, and reaches orgasm as he dies. This girl really ‘takes your breath away’.

Mayday
And lastly, also very worthy is Grace Jones as Mayday (a distress call) in A View to a Kill she possesses a superhuman strength which she uses on the hapless males around her. Apparently while filming the bedroom scene with Bond (Roger Moore) where she insists on going on top, she secretly wore a huge strapon:) I’d say he met his match.

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The Cane – The Classic English Discipline Tool Pt 2

Dominalisa-schoolmarm-earpullingEar pulling, the perfect entrée before the main course of a hard, cold, caning – here to be metered out by classic school marm Domina Liza

The Great Equaliser
Caning is probably one of the most revered of the disciplinary arts taking some time to perfect. A perfect cane stroke needs a minimum amount of effort, you don’t have to throw your whole body into it. In fact the greatest accuracy is achieved with the minimum variation of movement. This is probably one of the reasons as to why the cane is such a favoured disciplinary tool. The stature and strength of the disciplinarian is immaterial as it is one’s technique that is all-important -the cane is certainly a great equalizer for women.

Before beginning a punishment with the cane, it is really advisable to have a very thorough warm up to help prevent serious bruises and cuts. Despite appearances canes are very severe implements, so never use full force blows as they may cause damage to underlying tissue and nerves.

Caning Techniques
There are two different techniques to caning someone. Firstly with a ‘wrist only’ movement and secondly, with an ‘arm and wrist’ movement. I would suggest that beginners (and when caning in an area with limited space/height) should always use the wrist movement. It is also the stroke I prefer to use as it has a greater degree of accuracy. Hold the cane in your hand, tuck your elbow into your body and using only your lower arm, use a fast wrist motion to flick the cane at the target. If you cane without moving your wrist you cannot get any speed into the motion of the stroke or that lovely ‘swish’ noise, as you are not really using the flexibility of the cane.

naval-thrashing-canePetty Officer Wren Jessica Wood about to dish out a naval thrashing.

The ‘arm and wrist’ movement involves lifting up and bringing down your arm, putting the force of your shoulder behind the stroke, finishing the stroke with the wrist movement. The arm can move either up or out for this motion. Make sure you practice the movement and measure the stroke lots of times before beginning the punishment because with this technique it is easy to be inaccurate. If you have never caned someone before try holding the cane about a third of the way in, this makes it shorter, less flexible and easier to control. Only as you gain confidence move your hand back.

After striking the bottom you can either follow through with a stroke that leaves the cane firmly planted on the buttocks or allow the cane to bounce back and lift away from the area. Following through will make the stroke more painful and ‘thumpy’, this is because you are passing on all the kinetic energy of the stroke into the buttocks.

Another caning technique is that of ‘bastinado’  a rapid continuous drumming of the skin often used for punishing the feet. In old Public School films I have seen the punisher run across a room to administer the stroke. I don’t personally believe this will make a great deal of difference to the stroke, (except to make it more difficult to be accurate). I am sure, however, it does have some great psychological effect on the frightened recipient.

headgirl-cane-punishmentI remember this film, I was the ‘Vice Head’ Girl and he was the ‘Sub’ Prefect (genuine British School badges) I did loads of bad stuff then had him blamed no wonder I’m laughing! Here the caning is being dished out by the hard left-hander Miss Birch.

There is also the possibility of being caned in public or in front of someone. Here added to the pain of the cane is the insult of humiliation, having your trousers pulled-down (or skirt pulled-up) then your panties lowered and punished while everyone watches.

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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Man’s Ruin Pt 1: Stan Dare Sub-Marine

Man’s Ruin
Amazing Tales of Heroic Masochism

The True Story of Stan Dare, Sub-Marine
by Lola Klein and Vince Ray

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Torpedo Bra Torment ~ With his superhuman masochistic strength Stan Dare was a formidable weapon in America’s struggle against the world’s super villains but could this tormentress in a torpedo bra crush his helmet of steel?

Man’s Ruin Pt 1: Stan Dare Sub-Marine
Amazing Tales of Heroic Masochism

The True Story of Stan Dare, Sub-Marine

Stan strained against the leather bonds, his arms pulled tightly around the back of the chair. His legs were similarly restrained, stretched wide apart. In front of him stood his captor, the evil Stella Stern, a superior smile on her face. She contemplated her prey with dark eyes, absently tapping her crop against one shiny riding boot. When she spoke, Stan wasn’t surprised to hear the guttural purr of an Eastern European accent.

“I hear you are a hard man to break captain. This is good. I like my men hard.” She gazed at the spot where his combat fatigues were tightly stretched across his vulnerable groin.

I was Held Captive by an Evil Bitch Hell Dominatrix

“It makes the breaking so much more pleasurable. Intelligence informs us that you have the secret formula which we require…”
Stella flexed the crop in front of her, her eyes fixed on his. She swished it suddenly down across Stan’s thighs.
“… and I intend to relieve you of it.”
Stan greeted his teeth against the stinging pain. His words were disdainful.
“You’ll get nothing out of me, you Teutonic Tormentor.”
“I doubt that, Captain,” Stella curled her lip into a scaring smile, “by the time I’m finished, you will be leaking more than secreta.”

To Hell & Back with Stella Stern

Her long magenta fingernails traced a path down Stan’s muscular chest, pinching his nipples cruelly, twisting them until he grimaced. Picking up a pair of large metal crocodile clips, she attached them to his now stiff and swollen nipples. Stan groaned with pleasure exciting a furious glare from Stella.
“Allow me to wipe that smile off your face, you decadent western pervert.”
She slapped him roughly across the face, back-and-forth until a trickle of blood showed at the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve had worse on a first date, honey,” brazened the marine, coolly.
“Perhaps this will help to loosen your lips.” Opening a large aluminium case, Stella drew out a strange futuristic bull whip made from strands of wire.
“It is especially made to my own design. An electric whip, which delivers a small shock with each lash.” She flicked a switch in the handle and flexed her arm, cracking the whip loudly. Moments later the Marine’s khakis were in shreds. Stan looked impressed.
“I’ve got to hand it to you East Europeans, you certainly get all the best gadgets.”
The increasingly frustrated villainess threw down her weapon in disgust.

I was Whipped by a Woman on a Tropical Island

“You’ve met your match, you sadistic siren,” the stoical Marine said, cigar still clamped between his teeth. As Stella rummaged in the case to extract some villainous new device, Stan strained to catch a glimpse. What he saw made his blood run cold and for the first time, fear showed in his eyes. Stella quickly strapped on the appliance and stood spread-legged before him.
“It seems I have found your soft spot.”
A trickle of sweat roll down stands forehead and with it slid the ‘mole’, or micro dot containing the secret formula. Stella carefully caught the microdot on the end of her finger and smiled a victorious smile.
“So, Captain, I win. I suppose I must now release you. However…” she pulled on the starting cord and the vibrating dildo sprang into life,
“the night is young and it seems a shame not to road test my new toy,”
Stan’s eyes whitened with a measure of fear and excitement.
“Vorsh sprung technik.”

With the incredible comic strip artwork of Vince Ray www.VinceRay.com
& story/text by Lola Klein.

And, you may notice a remarkable resemblance to our very own Mistress Sidonia 🙂

Man’s Ruin
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