The Altar of Submission: Femdom Fiction

From the film – Bang Blow Bitches featuring Miss Rebekah Dee, Mistress Nikki Whiplash & Mistress Sidonia

The Altar of Submission

The dungeon was dimly lit, its walls casting long shadows that danced in the glow of red neon light. The air was heavy with the scent of leather, latex, and the faint tang of anticipation. At the center of the room knelt Daniel, his head bowed, wrists bound behind his back with soft leather cuffs. His heart raced, not from fear, but from the electric thrill of surrender. Tonight, he belonged to them, three goddesses of dominance, each a vision of power in their chosen attire.

Mistress Raven stood to his left, her tall frame encased in gleaming black leather. The corset hugged her curves, and her thigh-high leather boots gleamed like polished obsidian, their sharp heels clicking against the floor as she circled him. Her dark eyes glinted with amusement, a riding crop dangling lazily from her hand. To his right was Mistress Sable, her outfit a shiny, reflective PVC catsuit that caught the light with every movement. The material clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her lithe form. Her knee-high PVC boots were adorned with silver buckles, and she carried herself with a playful cruelty, her lips curled into a knowing smirk. At the center stood Mistress Vesper, the embodiment of cruel seduction in a crimson latex catsuit that shimmered in the red light. Her stiletto boots, also latex, stretched up to her thighs, their glossy surface a stark contrast to the dungeon’s rough stone. She held a coiled whip in one hand, her gaze piercing through Daniel like a blade.

“Eyes down, pet,” Raven commanded, her voice smooth but firm. Daniel’s gaze dropped instantly to the floor, landing on the trio of boots before him. Each pair was a work of art, leather, PVC, latex, symbols of their authority. “You exist to serve us tonight,” she continued. “And you will begin with our boots.”
Sable stepped forward first, extending one PVC-clad foot.
“Lick,” she ordered, her tone sharp but tinged with delight. Daniel leaned forward, his lips brushing the cool, slick surface of her boot. The taste of polished PVC filled his senses as he kissed and licked, his tongue tracing the contours of the buckles. Sable hummed approvingly, running her fingers through his hair before tugging his head back.
“Good boy.”
Vesper was next, her latex boot nudging his chin upward.
“Worship properly,” she purred, her voice like velvet. Daniel pressed his lips to the glossy surface, the latex warm and smooth against his skin. He kissed reverently, his breath fogging the material as he worked his way up the arch of her boot. Vesper’s chuckle was low and sultry.
“Such devotion,” she mused, tapping his cheek with the tip of her whip.Raven’s leather boots came last, their rich, aromatic scent intoxicating. “Polish them with your tongue,” she commanded, her voice laced with steel. Daniel obeyed, his lips and tongue gliding over the supple leather, tasting her dominance. Raven watched him with a predatory gaze, her crop tapping rhythmically against her thigh.
“You’re nothing but our toy tonight,” she said, her words sinking into him like a brand. Satisfied with his worship, the three women stepped back, their boots gleaming from his efforts.

“Stand,” Vesper ordered. Daniel rose, his knees trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment. They led him to a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner of the dungeon, its dark wood polished to a shine. With practiced efficiency, they secured his wrists and ankles to the cross, his body spread-eagled and vulnerable.

Sable approached first, her fingers trailing over his chest.
“Such sensitive little nipples,” she teased, producing a pair of silver clamps. She fastened them to his skin, the sharp bite eliciting a gasp from Daniel. She twisted them gently, her PVC-clad fingers cool against his flushed skin.
“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Raven joined her, her leather-clad form towering over him. She held a flogger, its tails swaying as she ran it lightly over his chest.
“Time to play,” she said, and with a flick of her wrist, the flogger struck his clamped nipples. The sting was sharp, mingling with the ache of the clamps, and Daniel’s breath hitched.  Raven’s strikes were precise, each one drawing a soft moan from him as Sable toyed with the clamps, tugging and twisting.

Vesper, meanwhile, knelt before him, her latex-clad fingers working at the chastity cage that had confined him for days.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” she murmured, unlocking the device and freeing his straining erection. The cool air against his sensitive skin made him shudder.
“But freedom comes with a price.” She stood, retrieving a short, flexible whip from a nearby table. Without warning, she brought it down across his exposed cock, the sharp sting making him cry out. The pain was exquisite, a blend of torment and pleasure that left him trembling. Sable joined Vesper, producing a handful of clothespins.
“Let’s decorate him,” she said with a wicked grin. Together, they attached the pegs along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and the base of his cock, each pinch a tiny burst of agony. Daniel’s breaths came in short gasps, his body alight with sensation as the women admired their work.

“Now,” Raven said, stepping back, “it’s time for the main event.”
Each woman donned a strap-on, their chosen tools gleaming in the red neon of the chamber. They circled him like predators, their boots clicking ominously. Vesper took the lead, positioning herself behind him.
“Relax, pet,” she whispered, her hands guiding him as she pressed the tip of her strap-on against him. With slow, deliberate care, she entered him, the stretch drawing a low moan from his lips. She moved with a steady rhythm, her latex-clad thighs brushing against his skin as she claimed him. Sable stepped in front of him, her strap-on level with his face.
“Open,” she commanded, and Daniel obeyed, his lips parting to take her in. She gripped his hair, guiding him as she thrust gently, the taste of silicone mingling with the lingering flavor of PVC from her boots.
“Such a good little slut,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval.

Raven watched, her eyes gleaming as she waited her turn. When Vesper stepped back, Raven took her place, her strap-on larger, more demanding. She entered him with a slow, relentless push, her leather-clad hands gripping his hips.
“Take it all,” she growled, her thrusts deep and commanding. Daniel’s moans were muffled by Sable’s strap-on, the dual sensations overwhelming him. Vesper, not to be outdone, leaned in close, she spat, her saliva landing on Sable’s strap cock, as Sable continued to thrust it into his mouth.

The three women moved in a synchronized dance of dominance, taking turns with their strap-ons, alternating between his mouth and his body. Daniel was lost in a haze of sensation, his world reduced to the rhythm of their movements, the sting of the pegs, the ache of the clamps, and the relentless pleasure of their control.

When they finally stepped back, Daniel was trembling, his body spent but alive with the afterglow of submission. The women removed the pegs and clamps, their touches gentle now, soothing the marks they’d left.

“You did well, pet,” Raven said, her voice softer now, almost tender. Sable and Vesper nodded, their expressions a mix of pride and satisfaction. As they unbound him from the cross, Daniel sank to his knees, overwhelmed by gratitude. The three women stood before him, their boots once again catching his eye. He bowed his head, pressing a final kiss to each pair, a silent vow to serve them again.

by pqr