Adele and Gerry. By Allexcited69...diairies of a tortured soul ...en 3 parties (short story)
(RandyAndy 123 is allexcited69)
Warning: this short story entails nudity, graphic language, fetichism and topics of sexual content of the non vanilla variety.All names and places are fictitious. The story is authored by Allexcited69, pseudonym for its author and all reproduction is prohibited without the express agreement of its author.
It was a cold winter morning of December 2017 that Adele finally decided that she'd had enough. She couldn't take it anymore. Her husband Gerry had come in the middle of the night smelling of alcohol and perfume.
Adele had always been loyal and conservative in her approach with her husband. However lately, Adele had attended a conference in Los Angeles that dealt with self actualization and self empowerment and it got her thinking that her ways were obsolete given these modern times. .
A subgroup within this conference were ardent militant feminists that were pushing for drastic changes in legislation concerning the rights and privileges bestowed to men, In their eyes, men were nothing but selfish animals with no self-control and their position in society was still hindering female empowerment.With their strong egos, most men had refused to be coached and their interpersonal relationships with women had greatly deteriorated after they had been evicted from the labor market. Corporations preferred to hire the more docile, better educated and more coachable women that had increasingly become the breadwinners. Most men stayed at home minding the house.
Often frustrated sexually because of their boyfriend or husbands' inattention, a cottage industry of spas had emerged. In those spas, women were massaged, bathed and pampered. Women entrepreneurs had recognized the potential caused by the predicament of these women and had set up the Enlightened Women's Conference, a think group of like-minded women willing to take bold steps to change society, their relationship to men, a help line for women and had convinced legislators of the need for retraining facilities for men.
Many men had fallen into self abuse and drug addiction, wasting their time jerking off or smoking pot ever since it had been legalized. Men were still mentally wired by centuries of wars and trauma to suffer, to sacrifice and to deny their self worth. Women and their conquest was the only redeeming element in their psyche and when their relationship with women deteriorated, they fell into addiction or compulsive behaviors like gambling, internet porn, self abuse and drugs.
Most ordinary women were simply not equipped to deal with this and lacked the time and resources to deal with this.The enlightened group of feminist activists had examined this problem in great depth calling on anthroplogists, behavioural experts, including preachers, psy-ops military personnel, hypnotherapists and coaching luminaries.
The overwhelming conclusion was that to solve this problem, one had to work back from the desired results of any such program. Working from results was the new mantra of the enlightened and empowered women. You visualize the desired result like your husband cleaning the house and the universe manifested it for you. Some steps were required to encourage men but it was all in the realm of possibility and all things are created twice in this universe; once when you visualize it and once when this finally occurs through bold steps that sometimes involved some risk and stepping outside one's confort zone. The greatness of women was held back by what they saw as lazy and ungrateful men who didn't contribute to their success and had become useless.
Many women wanted to have a docile man around that could service them orally, clean their house and provide them with the safety of his company. Safety for the woman had been defined as safety from unwanted sex, obedience by the man, safety from burglary and home invasion, and the psychological assurance that she could also copulate with other lovers, both men and women, with the assistance and willing agreement of her ex-husband or slave-maid. In their view, men had to be trained and feminized, conditionned to finally accept the authority of women.
Like with some fish that undergo changes in their sex in mid-life for survival reasons, it seemed like a no brainer that now men, rendered useless and obsolete, were better off living as sissies, as beta males in support and service of their alpha female Mistresses, often their ex-wifes. The transition from husband to sissy slave was ardouous and required some coaching to bridge the gap between where they were, standing up, and were you wanted them, under your heel.
According to the new law, the term ''husband'' was to be banished from the vocabulary because it presumed that the man still had some type of right or privilege over them and the historic domination of women by men, or any allusion thereof, had to be terminated once and for all.
Even though most men had now been made more docile, the term husband was an inconvenient and unacceptable reminder to women of past exploitation of women by men and it made them feel guilty when they wished to have affairs.
The new economic and social status of women no longer warranted the type of equality in a relationship to which some men had grown accustomed to for no good reason. The enlightened women's conference (EWC) had set up new guidelines that severely curtailed men's role, status and autonomy in society.
The guidelines were to be passed into law soon by President Hilary Ridethem. Also, there were too many stray unemployed men roaming the streets. Men were also to be tagged, chipped with gps, numbered and if desired and preferably collared at all times, they could keep a female pronoun or Female Nicks like Messy, Roxy, Milly, Sissy, Becky,Juicy, Susy, and Flusy were the most popular and met the guideline criteria. The more elegant and graceful names like Catherine, Elisabeth, Mary, Rebecca, Liberty were reserved for the women in power, usually better schooled than men.
Most women now were expected and requested to call the 911 help line handled by a group of dedicated experts in female Domination. They could give advice over Skype or show up in person to assist, train, drug, subdue or transport the offending male.They could call in to report a male that was untagged or uncollared and mobile units were dispatched to locate and recover them.
The collars allowed the Mistresses to limit the movements of their slave. Usually, they were set to keep all men at waist level or below and within a radius of 10 meters of the home. When the male attempted to stand up, or to go beyond the 10 metres, an ultra-sound or electrical buzz on his genitals reminded him of his station in life.
The campaign to empower women had been very successful and had been largely unknown to men who no longer read the serious papers not dealing with the man-issues of sports, gambling, household maintenance or sex idolatry. They had also been banned from watching TV or listening to radio except as a special reward for good behaviour.
Men were now increasingly expected to dress as Female Maids and to be held in Chastity . Most men seemed to collaborate but some were beyond their wive's help and they had to be transported to retraining camps in the Caribbean by an elite group of female officers.
The story described here deals with such a case.
After Adele had lodged her call to the help line, assessment officers were deployed to her home. Gerry was still inebriated and evidence had to be gathered right away to assist the Female in her swift divorce proceedings. They arrived at the scene with an ambulance and brought the stretcher to Adele's apartment. They took pictures, documented the women's mistreatment, gathered microscopic DNA samples, a deposition from the wife, took breathalyzer tests and blood samples from the offending male. A case number was issued. Once a case number had been issued, the rest fell into place quite quickly.
The man was stripped naked and one of the female officers took measurements of his physionomy. Body scans of the male would be done at the retraining facility but certain dimensions were required for immediate intervention and equipment design. Sometimes, a man was put into a Humbler device that assured his position on all fours as well as a collar that emitted radio frequency signals, shocks or messages to instill a new sense of powerlessness and conditionning.But generally, this was only an interim measure pending judgment which took about two days to obtain at most.
Justice was now very efficient because the long delays caused by male attorneys was a thing of the past. Most judges were female and had lots of compassion for a wife's predicament and the law provided a new remedy to speed a man's integration into this female-led society.
Audio plugs held by lobe piercings for in situ conditionning were installed with efficiency by the officers. Frenum piercings, nipple piercings or tattoes or branding of the case number were also done by the female mobile intervention units. Prior to any transport, the man, referred to as the case, had to be prepped.
The unit would lube him up, then insert an enema of warm soapy water with a mild hallucinogenic, while the ''case'' was humbled and expected to lick his female guardian's boots during this process. Afterwards, after a thorough rinse, a cold icewater douche was administered to establish clear dominance and control over this estranged person. The piercing, tattoing was also part of this ''take-down'' procedure where the man was made to feel powerless.
The Female that had called for help was congratulated and bestowed the honor and encouraged to proceed with the branding if she wanted. The case number usually branded with an electric case brander had to be discreet and was usually affixed to one of the case's asscheeks.
The premier training facility was right adjacent Puerto Rico and it had been modeled after the famous Other World Kingdom Pilot Project in the Czeck republic. The facility's name was Dorothy's farm. It referred to the Wized of Oz, used by Behavioral Scientist to implement beliefs, anchors or blockages or programs in a predetermined sequence.
Females had discovered that they had been conditionned through the ages with limiting beliefs and Chakra Blockages or anchors, which they promptly proceeded to remove with hypnotherapy, yoga and coaching which explained their greater freedom from past programming, addictions or psychological blocages, often passed down from previous lives.
As a result, most women went on to prosper, attract happiness and entitlements that men continued to deny themselves.Men had not beneffited from such retraining but were still not suited fully for their new more subservient roles in society.
That's were the retraining facilities did the rest, masterfully shaping them into obedient man servants that would be programmed to serve females and assist them in finding lovers or fuck-boys or women-lovers.
Body modifications like Breast Implants, castration, permanent tattoed make up, enlarged lips, nipple enhancements were also common in both men and women. The cost of this retraining was tax deductible for the Female and covered the cost of the continous brainwashing -audio updates and recalls occurred regularly.
Man's eyesight and vision was also limited so that their reading abilty was seriously impaired. Glasses or contact lenses for men were against the law because it was considered an unfair advantage. For men, reading and writing was considered a time wasting vice and the conditionning trigered serious guilt in males that further attempted to read, earn money or otherwise prosper.
Their mindset was to be subservient and powerless, they were retrained to react to orders by Females instead of creating their life as Females did. All kinds of restrictions had already been placed on men to make them feel powerless notably the banning of men travelling alone without adequate security or female escort.
Men usually travelled by rail only in a new cattle – coach category that reeked of piss whereas women benefitted from a business class type of service that suited their greater status. Driving for men was also no longer allowed as most men had revoked driver licenses due to unpaid parking tickets. Men driving was considered dangerous and they were programmed to feel unworthy to drive. Most cars were increasingly driven by computers so that a woman could her sex serviced by her red cap slaves during their transport.
Insecurities were programmed in as well to all men to keep them seriously off balance and always in a position of dependence, precarity and doubt where they waited for orders and were trained to serve. They would be trained to idolize all that is Female and their soul or subconscience was now female in nature but they were made to feel incomplete and inadequate because their physical transformation into females was incomplete.
Women had also insisted that they be programmed to long for cocks, lick and worship boots or female feet, yearn and accept sodomy or whippimgs with delight. Bisexuality was now the norm and women did not tolerate visible discrimination unless there were security reasons or cleanliness issues like the smell of piss which women found non civilised. Several men had also been caught with guns so they were banned from all schools, hospitals or courts except as case numbers being examined.
The pain-slut feminized beings that resulted were so much more pliable, obedient and reliable, unlike their former more rebellious selves. They were conditionned to be indoor creatures averse to any risk or opportunity, preferably hiding in some dark corner of the house so that the lady of the house could entertain her female friends or fuck boys or stud lovers, programmed to perform sexually, and sunbathe and have fun without undue interference from their subservient males . Women were encouraged to keep more than one slave if they could affort it.
The sissy-maid's expectation programming was to have no expectations of sex whatsoever with the Female because they were undeserving or uncapable, to deny themselves all earthly pleasures except pain and the more they suffered, the more they loved their Mistress. They were conditionned to become sexually excited by humiliation, whippings or any type of suffering or deprivation. Their maintenance was therefore minimal.
Some women had sissy maids that they never touched, prefering a female mate as their mate with full legal privileges, They were also programmed to shy away from all eye contact with the ruling female elite, which was considered inappropriate and offensive.
Their new station in life required maximum discretion and it was expected they not speak unless asked a question by their Mistress . They were now totally powerless human beings, not unlike the serfs of the middle ages. They were most at ease
in a cage, preferably locked and they quickly panicked in unfamiliar settings.
The Females that controlled them increasingly realized that this setup allowed them total freedom, maximum obedience by the males, no household duties or chores, and the freedom to focus on their careers, prosper and be happy. It was the era of female empowerment and the enslavement of the male species.
Males were programmed at birth to fail in school, to do manual work only and to avoid reading at all cost. If they had any spare time, they were encouraged to focus on their appearance, to masturbate, to long to suck the cock of her Female Mistress or any cock for that matter, to idolize all women.
The sissy maids, as they were commonly called, were trained to walk with small hobbled steps on high heels, or if not , to be humbled on their knees attending to floor cleaning or boot licking or walking in a curtsy fashion behind any group of Females, looking down at their heels.
Their facial or other body hair was also permanently removed to instill in them their true absence of Maleness. Strong female eyebrows, breast implants, pouty lips, humblers were surgically installed to give them a sense of an incomplete female, an androgynous quality which made travel easier.
Their penis was trained to stay flacid or erect on demand as requested by their Mistress. Penetrative sex with them was to be shunned and they were programmed to feel unworthy of this task and depraved for having erections. Their desire to masturbate was strenghtened by images and female idolatry and this strong desire to masturbate made them feel dirty and unworthy. Mistresses exploited this weakness to belittle or humiliate them further.
Their implanted continual longing to masturbate was used to great advantage by the Mistress and training Females to control them, reward them, or humiliate them further. They were programmed to long for any form of humilation or debasement, which usually assured their continued entrapment and lack of autonomy.
They would nor hesitate to attract ridicule or mistrust, because of a guilty conscience and mindset that was programmed in to them to always attract punishment or deprivations of all kinds including being locked in a cage. Also, they were trained never to talk back to a Mistress or appear in any way superior to their Mistress. In conversations, Mistresses talked about them as if they were absent.
They would manifest all possible bad things while the Mistress would manifest wealth, good fortune and career success.
They were also programmed yearly to believe that they were lazy and subhuman beings that had just had primitive animal cravings.
The greatest pleasure for them was to lick a Mistressses boots, asshole or pussy. They were also trained to see themselves as disgusting and Mistresses were encouraged to not touch them without gloves when masturbating them.
They were trained to live in a deprived state and this deprivation compounded with the deprivation thoughts and mindset were sure to attracte more deprivation and punishment for them.
Their signals between pleasure and pain had become crossed and therefore confused. They felt a rush of pleasure when they felt that their Mistress was pleased or getting off their suffering, so pain was pleasure for them and vice versa. They were also indoctrinated not to give themselves permission for any decision making, fancy meals, fancy accomodations, socializing without their Mistresses consent or idle moments.
They were programmed to be low maintenance for their Mistresses. As for food, they were trained to eat food like a dog, preferably on the floor, after the food had been crushed by the Mistresses boots or in a bowl. Special dog food type diets had been developped for them and it lowered the cost of upkeep for the busy Mistress. Certain strong homosexual longings programmed in further made them feel undeserving and they yearned for a thorough ass raming or enema which really made them feel submissive, slutty and appreciated.
They were also programmed through hypnosis and NLP to view themselves as bimbo maid sluts that were lazy and clumsy. If they had a choice between deprivation or chastity over pleasure and abundance, they would chose the first as a certainty. Their mindset and emotional baggage assured that they always stayed in their place at the heel of their Mistress.
They worshipped and identified fully with their Mistress, but knowing full well, that they were a clumsy, imperfect and incomplete version of their Mistress.
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The male studs, which were raised on farms were more aggressive and had training that enhanced their sexual performance and erectile capacities. They ressembled the male of the 1960's , crude and unsophisticated with strong subservient triggers that ensured their obedience to the now powerful Females.The boy-toys were under 18 and were under observation and were used by the randy Females. Pedophilia by definition was a serious crime punishable by castraion, established by presumtion and two simple affidavits by women. Women could not committ pedophilia. It was a male crime often used to entrap or discredit certain males in power by planting irrevocable images and evidence on their assigned computer clouds.
In this new world, there were no more wars, no visible poverty but there existed this huge under -class of enslaved males, redefined as sissy maid sluts (SMS) at the beck and call of their Mistresses. They were programmed to feel unworthy to own property or any type of lady-like privilege like swimming. If they had property before their enslavement, their programmed attitude assured that their ex-wife eventually would own or manage all the claimed assets of the maid.
The only few males that had escaped this destiny were a new class of eunuch or committed homosexual males that were usually wealthy enough or powerful enough and that had somehow programmed themselves to see themselves as free professional females. Their numbers were quite small but it assured a legitimacy of the system of power. Some of these were highly competent civil servants or token elected officials with no real power. The ruling Females did not see them as a threat and if they ever became a threat, steps were taken to discredit them and retrain them also. There was an important group of black and hispanic men in this group and it created the false appearance on the surface that men were still in positions of power.
Gerry woke up with a tight collar shackled to chains anchored to the cement floor. It kept him in a humbled kneeling position. His balls were held tight by a humbler that restricted the movement of his torso. He could not really remember what had happenned. He was fully naked but he could feel the humid air from the caged ceiling above.
His thumbs were held in a plastic contraption that made him feel powerless. He could hear the boots of the female guards above walking on the cage in which he was. He could smell the scent of jasmine from outside or was it their perfume of refined power and he was seriously hungry. He felt deprived and missed his ex-wife and future Mistress.
His head hurt and he could hear a female voice of the audio speaker in his ears dictating her commands; ''You are here because you have been deemed unworthy and selfish. God does not exist. The only Goddess for you is your Mistress. You will adore her more every time you listen to his tape. You are going down into the depths of your depravity. Going down 10, 9, 8, 7, 6 , 6, 6, 5, 3, 2, and 1, As you go down in this tunnel of depravity, down the stairs, it is getting darker. For you, hope is just a word. You feel more and more deprived and depraved. You will yearn to be deprived and isolated , to be abused, to be beaten.''
….''You visualize your Mistress clearly as a sublime creature and perfect in every way, walking confidently with her boots or high heels. Your Mistress will despise you more and more and you will feel more and more ashamed and unworthy . Ashamed to be so deprived and unworthy...always as erect as a dog in heat. You are going deeper and deeper into poverty, not just physical poverty but poverty as a state of mind and clumsiness and stupidity in all your ways. ''
''Poverty in your eyesight, poverty in the the quality of your thoughts, you feel confused and you constantly need direction. There is a brain fog that keeps you from thinking clearly, an intoxication every time you see or hear a Female or your Mistress. ''
''You continually need direction through the stern gloved hands of your Mistress or Trainors or through the text messages sent to your brain.. You will always yearn for sexual release. This lack mentality will overtake your being. Only your Mistress can release you from your Chastity. You are no longer a male but some kind of worm crouching on the floor . You are an undeserving worm, a subhuman, not worthy of sexual pleasure.''
..''Also, you constantly yearn for pain and a good whipping. You are here by choice. You have made the choice to be submissive and obedient to your Mistress. It is the only thing you desire to do. Your Mistress is like the oxygen you breath. Her perfume intoxicates you. Her touch is beyond what are worthy of.''
'' You will no longer talk to your Mistress or anybody else unless asked a question by a female in command or by your Mistress. You will shy away from eye contact but shall focus on the boots or heels of your Mistress or at best her ass and pussy or her hands when gloved''.
''You rarely fully enjoy being a slave because you feel so inadequate and unworthy, a bitch in heat, a sissy maid, a worm that shies away from the light or human contact. You need to ejaculate so badly you would do anything for release. ''
….Repeat after me: '' I would do anything my Mistress asks of me to get this sexual release. Earning a sexual release is a privilege that must be earned. I love the sound and feel of the whip, the cane or a gloved hand hitting me, the click clack of her heels on the floor ''
'' You yearn for the smell of piss or excrement , especially when it is Female. Your penile piercings will render you unable to piss without making a mess so you will sit down to pee only when Mistress is present or allows it. ''
'' you will yearn to eat the ashes of her cigarette, the piss she bestows on you or anything else she will ask you to eat..''
The guard above stopped for a while above the cage and started peeing into the cage. The golden drops hit Gerry's masked head and for an instant. He forgot all his other torments and called out ''thank you Mistress''.
The tape continued; ''you will yearn to drink the piss of your Mistress. Your mistress is perfect in every way whereas you will feel so totally unworthy, so imperfect next to her , so worthless next to her that you feel ashamed. You will compensate by working hard, ny serving her to please her. ''
..''You are afraid of the rain or of any liquid that hits your skin. It stings your skin like acid. You strive to be inside where there is no rain, no sunshine. Repeat after me but louder : ''I am here because I am unworthy. I have trouble reading. I see myself as lazy and undeserving of pleasure and abundance. I yearn to be deprived and caged. I yearn to suffer and I will do anything my Mistress asks of me''
A bell could be heard from afar. A rooster nearby was screeming his head off. A cabal of dogs could be heard chasing a retraining candidate that had escaped. This occurred rarely because they were so indoctrinated that escapes were not likely. Furthermore, they had no place to go for very long. Escaping or thinking of escaping was punishable by chemical or surgical castration. Elaborate ceremonies were held when this occurred.
Gerry felt really hot and he was sweating abundantly. He was hungry but all he could think of was his cock that was stone hard. It was free and Gerry wondered if he could find a way to masturbate. Only his Mistress could assure his sexual release.
Now, all he could think of was his Mistress. He so much missed his Mistress. He needed his Mistress desperately. He longed to kiss her boots, her pussy , her asshole, her anything, the floor she walked on, the seat she had sat on, any of her clothing especially used panties, which were used to reward the male for good behaviour.
The sound in his ear continued: ''You are going down even further, into a place where there is no light, just darkness....as I count from 5 to zero; 5, 4, 3, lower and darker, 2, 1 and in this place you still yearn for more darkness, the darkness of your Mistresses black boots , gloves or pussy , the darkness of your soul, the darkness of your vision. All things get darker and darker every day until you feel completely broken and owned .
The only salvation for you is your Mistress. There are no other solutions. Repeat after me: ''My Mistress has all the answers. She is my true saviour. I belong in darkness. I am as depraved and unworthy as a bitch in heat. I yearn for sexual release. I yearn to be chained, to be shackled. I am a poor reader. Reading is not for slaves. I yearn for humiliation and pain''
And as the days went on, he was made to relisten to the tapes over and over until he became convinced that he was subhuman, that he was guilty of bad and dirty thoughts that made him undeserving.
In a second training, images were added of a man in Chains and a Mistress with her boot on his back holding a whip or cane,
These were powerful images that got him really sexually excited yet he felt guilty . It was not right for him to fantasize about his Mistress because he was unworthy. The more unworthy he felt, the more excited he got and it was a never-ending cycle in which he lost all capacity for rational thought. He was Samson and she was Delilah. He was a powerless slave and she was the ever so powerful seductress.
The food he got was very limited and tasted like dog food. He was still erect . He adored and needed his Mistress more and more. He was convinced that he was hearing her voice on the recording...or was she close by , watching him suffer. He hoped this made her happy.
All he wanted was to please his Mistress in any way she demanded. He fell into a narcotic sub-state that was hallucinogenic. It made everything mellow. He could no longer feel his members, his legs, his arms, only his cock that was burning. He could feel his asshole filling with water and he had cramps.
The voice continued : '' you have been a bad slave, trying to beat off your cock,...repeat after me : I am unworthy of Mistress, I am just worthy enough to lick her boots. You yearn to fuck her but are so unworthy. Therefore, I need to be in Chastity''
...'' I yearn for pain and deprivation. I yearn to be yanked by a chain like a dog in training. I am afraid Mistress will abandon me. I am so afraid to be abandoned.. I need my Mistress , I yearn for the whip or the cane. I deserve to be punished by her.I yearn to feel owned''
'' I long for my Mistress. My intelligence is now limited to my cock.'' Now count backwards from 6 to zero as you go yet deeper into a newer deeper level of obedience and submission. At this level, all rational thought becomes impossible. Reading becomes impossible. You feel your IQ dropping''
..''You feel very heavy and your soul seems to dissipate. Repeat after me : ''As a slave, I no longer think, I just obey, I worship and I yearn for sexual release from my Mistress. As a slave, I must keep my eyes on the floor or certainly lower than my Mistresses waist. My Mistress has all the answers. I am unworthy and therefore deserve punishment and suffering''
As the days went on, he was taken outside to work in the sugarcane. He was afraid it would rain and that rain would sting his skin. He was afraid that his Mistress would not return. He was afraid of the light, of the openness of the field. Tigers roamed in the fields, he had been told, and he was afraid a tiger would emerge. He felt safer in a cage. He smelled of sweat, of piss, so undignified and worthless.
He felt hungry, dirty and unworthy. He felt that he needed to be punished. This would give him some currency of value. He yearned for sexual release . His hard cock was now encased by a chastity belt attached to his cock by a piercing. He felt his lips were bloated and pouty like those of a $2 hooker.
He yearned to be taken from behind by his Mistress or her lover. He yearned to lick the boots, the ass or pussy of his Mistress . He yearned to suck a big juicy cock, preferably a big black rod or dildo attached to his Mistress . He yearned to drink the piss of his Mistress, to eat the cum of her lover. ,he was barely worthy of that. He needed to obey, to listen, to look at the floor and he limped along in bent fashion like the hunchback he had become.
She was the beauty and he was the beast, the bitch in heat, the worm, the sissy-maid at his best. He felt vulnerable without his high heels. He hoped his Mistress would soon return to take him home. Maybe she had forgotten and abandoned him like his father had
when he was young.
In the distance, one could hear the roosters announcing the end of the afternoon, The female guards stood close by in their riding pants and boots. One of them had indulged him and had him lick her boots while she got off. He now felt really powerless and unworthy. He was but a slave chopping sugar cane. He sometimes peeked at his female guards, admiring their round ass and riding boots. He yearned to be beaten by them, One of the guards came up to him and said : ''Kneel in front of your Mistress and look up into the sky. Now, open your mouth.''
Mistress drank some water out of the metal container she had. She then gargled her throat, ''Now Open wide slave. You have the privilege of drinking the water that was in my mouth...allez yallah...''
As I drank, I could see her smile with satisfaction that she had broken me. She was happy with me and she seemed to smile while now dropping her spit and chewing gum into my mouth. ''You have been gifted with my essence.'' Say ''thank you Mistress''. I said ''thank you Mistress'' and then she pushed me and I lost balance and landed on my back.
She then came over and trampled my chest with the heels of her shuny riding boots.
She said '' do you feel the pain Slave? Your pain is my ultimate pleasure. You yearn so much to please me and I am pleased that you are in pain for me.,.like the good slave you have become ..lol. I was in pain but could feel the rush caused by her approval of my submissiveness.....I was now rock hard...she saw the erect cock and she laughed and said ''you are not worthy to fuck me...You dirty bitch-dog,..not more worthy than the sweaty and worm that you've become. '' I was now even harder clearly enjoying the humiliation and cruelty of my Mistress.
She then said ''Get up slave before I kick in your useless balls''. '' I'll just ask you a question Slave-boy: ''Where are you now Bitch? ''
I answered '' in a field of sugar cane ''
She punched me with her gloved hands on the jaw and I fell to the ground and she said : ''you made two mistakes Slave''
'' Firstly and foremost, dont assume the answer, it is arrogant for a slave to assume he knows anything . Remember your training....Slave. The Mistress has all the answers and she's always right. The slave knows nothing .''
''Remember, Your eyesight is compromised, your judgment is compromised, your thoughts are filtered by your hard cock making all rational thought impossible..you are in a state of narcosis before your Mistess or any Female as you 'smell my perfume and pussy'. Remember your training Slave''
'' The right answer I expected from you is '' I dont know, Mistress ''...You omitted to add the word ''Mistress'' to your answer which is a grave breach of conduct..I should have kicked you in the balls but I shall be merciful .I shouldn't use such lawyerly complicated words like breach of conduct which are serious offences , which probably defy your full comprehension with your new IQ of a five year old ...in your excited bitch-in-heat-state where all rational thinking is impossible for you. I'll try to find you a big juicy black cock to suck tomorrow . As they say: ''practice makes perfect'' ''you will get lots of practice....don.'t worry...lol''
''Remember to always stay in awe of your Mistress which is also something I didn't feel from you... That just earned you 20 lashes with this springy sugar cane '' .
She said '''Now, kneel slave'' as I was about to get up. She then went behind me and handcuffed my fingers together behind my back then said ''I want you feeling utterly powerless Slave, powerless to resist my beauty, my smell, my essence and my wit, powerless to resist any female's god-given power''.
She then started hitting me with great intensity. I could hear her heavy breathing. I could feel she was really getting worked up, truly excited by my suffering and she started moaning which made me happy and gave me a sudden rush of pain – pleasure.
2At this point , I no longer could distinguish pain from pleasure as I went into a hallucinogenic sub state that she felt, which aroused her even more.Count the lashes Slave ''one, Mistress', two, mistress, three, Mistress and I was close to fainting but then I thought of my Mistress which was being fed by Skype the images of my undoing. It gave me some hope that she would return which calmed me for an instant.
TO BE CONTINUED
DRIFTING INTO FEMDOM by Allexcited69
The story is a fabrication of my mind. All names, sites, venues, although they may seem familiar to you are fictional. Only the expression of human emotions, the hardship, the pleasures and frustrations are real. This is the story of a wannabee slave and his circuitous route from attorney into a new reality involving chastity, body worship, humiliation and a new station in life.
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC,
AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE
TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED,
OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR
BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE
LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE
So, it was Monday Morning at 6 AM. My alarm was about to go off but it was so noisy and unpleasant that I had trained my mind to wake up about 5 minutes before its sickening ring.
Mistress Fiona was still sleeping after a wild night partying in this large villa sitting right on the Richelieu River in Quebec. The neighbour’s rooster was the back-up wake-up plan. Mistress had left me a large book of rules and regulations which I had to memorize. In it, was an Appendix of various Punishments and Discipline protocols, some were really medieval. The training was essential a journey of seven steps to success.
Sleeping was punishable by a two thousand dollar fine, a hot wax body treatment and 25 lashes from the Cat o Nine tails as well as a special Kahli’s bracelet around the Penis for at least ten days and a full day and night attached outside in the rain. Most of the punishments were devilish enough but required little time for Mistress who was usually busy sipping champagne, building houses or being on the phone.
As usual, in the morning, I was promptly administered a fresh batch of proprietary mix of drugs that made me more pliant and obedient and often made me lose trace of time and place . As my Mistress often repeated, my time was worthless and I was nothing but a pathetic worm and Sissy-Maid at best. My new station in life meant abnegation,lust, suffering, an eagerness to obey and please and my yearning for any type of attention from my Mistress even if it was humilating. Without, these elements present, I was told, my value of a slave was even more dubious.
My time was essentially worthless and the value of wages was not really paid but was indicated at year-end on a T4 slip for tax purposes. The many deductions effectively reduced my wages to about $1500 per year. So far, I was indebted to my Mistress for about $88,000 and I maxed out my cards to pay it down to $58,000 last week. I was now on the verge of Bankruptcy and some last minute refinancing of property I still owned kept me temporarily solvent. My T4 slips and fictional tax reports were used at the bank to obtain loan approvals. My Mistress had conditioned me to look forward to such refinancings as she usually allowed me to make love to a sex-doll in Mistresses image.
The fines and training expenses and uniforms were quite high and the mandatory piercings and equipment purchases of me at the various stages of my initiation also were prohibitive in cost. Just last month, I was billed for the wood horse with metal studs and diamond insertions for $17,000. My Mistress had said: ‘’It’s well worth it because it’s like your condo as you’ll be spending many hours riding it in that moist basement while I’ ll be getting on with my life. ''It’s a priceless artefact built by chastised artisan and certified Femdom. ‘’ You’re right Mistress.’’. I said meekly.
She said ’’ It’s actually quite cheap for a world class torture instrument. Those zirconium inserts are expensive and the design alone cost over $8000 and the electronic buttons provide bio-feedback and response capability. Drop to your knees Drippy. Now lick my boots and beg me to let you buy it from me’’.
I immediately got down to the floor, crawled on the floor eagerly licking her shiny black boots and I begged her on my knees and after about two hours of begging, she finally agreed to let me try it out when she came for the third time in a violent shudder of pleasure...while I had my tongue in her asshole.’’
I really had no more money to give because my wages as a slave was now minimum wage. To stay clear of provincial labour laws and anti-slavery statutes, Mistress had her attorney draw up a Personal Services and Training Contract.
The Contract and training equipment for slaves had been developed in the Netherlands where more tolerant mores and experimentation with maids from Indonesia and the Ukraine were possible.
After being an attorney for 20 years, mostly in Family Court, I had seen the cruel side of female revenge on their ex-husbands and mates and had been the victim myself in a calculated female campaign to evict me from this profession. I often felt like the odd man out in a field overwhelmingly controlled by female attorneys, their often bitchy assistants or trainees and judges that had a clear feminist agenda, usually stripping the guys from their assets and greatly limiting access to their kids. Some ex-husbands were put into chastity devices if they wanted access to their children.
Anything was now possible in this feminist controlled system where ‘’Fathers for Justice’’ a movement of disgruntled fathers seeking justice, did not get to Square 1 in Court and no attorney was courageous enough or crazy enough to represent their case. But then of course, those men were clearly too emotional and out of control, trying to sue everybody from the Minister of Justice to the Child care agencies and the judges...etc.
But back to my reality of getting up at 6 Am, cleaning the floors on my knees and being restrained in one way or another.
The latest contraption my Mistress had obtained was a tongue piercing for me that attached to a rubber muffler and that effectively made my speech feeble and slurred a bit like Tom Waits.
It was quite convenient for Mistress to have me don this invisible apparatus during Parties or Catering Contracts she accepted when, I would serve canopies, dressed in sexy Maid’s outfit and black fishnet stockings and high heels that gave me that ‘’fuck me now ‘‘l ook. Her catering extravaganza was based on wholesale exploitation throughout the entire food chain...lol... from the abject farmer that worked 12 hours a day and grew the eco-bio foods across the street, to the recent female immigrants from North Africa that prepared the food meticulously, as well as the ‘’free’’ agents that referred new contracts to her, everybody was under the firm control of her gloved hands.
Some of Mistresses more affluent female friends also had their husbands serve at the functions and Mistress would charge them for training them and would get bonuses from her Clients depending on any extra humiliations that their husbands were subjected to. Garden parties were really popular as the maid-slave-husbands usually were locked out at a certain hour while the Mistresses and their friends and lovers were left to fornicate inside. Often, it rained and the Husband Maids mascara and make-up and sissy uniforms would be soaked by morning and the Mistresses revelled in shooting pictures and videos for their off-shoot Filmdom websites.
Sooner or later, all Sissy-maids were however inevitably tattooed and given permanent make-up so that they would always look fresh and crisp so that they could serve an early breakfast or brunch to the sex-exhausted guests.
One July night, we were out in the forest looking in the rain for mushrooms, truffles, wild herbs and rare wildflowers under the guidance of Miss Alberic, a stubborn and glamorous transvestite sorcerer, with a medical degree from Brazil and training in rare herbs and magical potions. At one point, most of us got lost in the woods and we had trouble walking in the forest in the high heels that were padlocked to our sissy feet.
In the morning, I was aching from the cold and the rain and the kneeling picking up rare moss to be used for various Femdom rituals. The black bears were walking around and Miss Aalberic told us to stay clear of the blueberry bushes, solely reserved for the mamma bears, their young and Mistresses. Blueberries could be picked but had to be promptly remitted to him so that he could hide them and eventually take them back to the house It was Female Domination throughout, in the wild and elsewhere also...
I was so hungry by now that I gladly threw myself on the hallucinogenic potion that they prepared for me at the house. All objects were floating around me and I was floating myself while people around me giggled and laughed. I remember little, most faces were hazy, but I remember sucking somebody’s pussy, boots and anus until the She came violently in my face.
I had finally found out how to achieve a form of inner peace and the much touted place that we all aspired to find called ‘’simple-mind’.
TO BE CONTINUED
Looking for Miss Right on the Interwet...by Allexcited69, how he failed in the class of Ms Napoleon Jill..
Warning: this story is a figment of my imagination. All characters, places, venues are made up and fictional. The story revolves around a lonely Slave looking for Mistress Right on the internet.
Some scenes contain raw language, southern slang, explicit sex and some verbal violence and humiliation. Reproduction of this story is prohibited without the express consent of the Author.
Keywords of this story: Female Dominance, female-led relationships, chastity, tease and denial, total power exchange, Southern Slang expressions,
sales methods, enrollment, eco-villages, permaculture, veganism, Georgia, Yankee, Redneck, Correction, whipping, conditioning, obedience, granny, smoking, begging, Zone, depression, bi-polar, boots, leather, total power exchange, social realities, trends,
Slave, mistress, FemDom., collar, whip, shoe-wax, bondage, masochism, black corsets, Mistress, gaga, licking pussy, oral worship, fantasies other dreams
There I was on another rainy Autumn day with my dick in my hands. lost in the alleys of the Interwet, this time I gravitated to tumblr to see some graphic images of a dom dishing out a whipping to chastity wearing obedient slaves. I could nt say that I was living a life of abundance but hey, we were in the midst of an economic depression, with no jobs, no funds. What else could I do . I lit up my bong and inhaled deeply.
The THC was getting to me. I hadn t smoked in a few days and I loved the sensation when you truly relax, let go, get into the Zone, the subspace zone of a male slave that is on his knees, begging his Mistress to let him lick her boots or worship at her altar.
I loved women,money, nice cars a lot but none were gravitating to me. The law of attraction had failed me miserably or maybe my obsession with femdom would one day lead me into a true life of submission to a powerful women, possibly somebody coaching her Clients into empowerment and feeling good about herself while having her boot on my dick...and keeping me in a cage in the basement of her mansion.
I had toyed with the idea of coaching myself and had attended various seminars in California and was thinking of relocating there.
This week, I attended a series of on-line hangouts by some coaching lionesses. They were coaching a bunch of girls and women into empowering their lives, from claiming what was theirs, from realizing the full value for their services.It was all good and I am for the empowerment of women, of kids, of dogs...of all of us.
Empowerment means different things to different people but there
were bound to be abuses in any Power Dynamic, be it in business or personal. As long as people were put under pressure, the stress built up and Sex and Sports were still the remedy brought down to us by the Romans, two powerful triggers in releasing our stress. My mojo had been low but I had decided that i needed to step up my game, get my mojo back in gear. I was about 30 lbs overweight which made me self-conscious. I felt fat, inadequate and lame.
I always get stress, pain , whippings mixed up. ..so the story is about all three of these but still lots of sex or desire for sex.
I was one of the lone men who had somehow been accepted into this scholarship (free) program..a crash program delivered every two days. . There were two types of Coaches in this world, I was told ; the 97% who earned less than 10k per year and then the 3% of stars that captivated their audience and made 6 f or 7 figure annual incomes. i needed to step up my game and above all decide what type of coach I wanted to be.
However, my postings on the Facebook for this teaching group were completely ignored and the girls were having a Sister party. They responded with love, empathy to all the female postings with words of encouragement. For me, this program was an exercise in powerlessness, a form of humiliation I despised yet craved at the same time. I knew deep down that I could be powerful any time I chose to so this was a lesson in humility that the universe had sent my way.
So, I felt like the plant that somebody forgot to water.
The URL links for the homework were not made available to me so I felt even more marginalized and powerless.
Was this intentional on their part. I started fantasizing about me serving them drinks, while naked and collared, in their live workshop sessions.While there, they were either ignoring me or giggling, I was not allowed to talk and my gaze was to be kept well below their waist...preferably on the the boots of Alexis, a lawyer turned hippie. But no, this cant be right because hippies dont wear high boots...rather they were sandals...lol.
My fantasies were always filled with incongruities like that which made it hard to manifest anything but a boner.
Without the assignments, about archetypes and moneymaps, I felt like a tourist in Egypt. I basically got about 50% of the highly technical discussions about hourly rates and how they were obtained. It was all about monetizing your pussy, your booty. Since I had neither, I felt kind of excluded. Most of their talk revolved about their visions, their game plans, their current versus perfected or unlimited pricing, the target clients and the leader of the group is a this self-affirmed hippie that put out a strong FemDom vibe. It sounded like a workshop for gold diggers that put on an air of empathy, compassion and sustainability , permaculture, retreats , as long as you were a woman. The girls were cogitating their money plans. As you will find out by reading this story, there is nothing more dangerous than a woman with a smile.
I felt a bit like Mr Cellophane, a character in the musical Chicago that felt like he was transparent and invisible. I felt like I didn t matter, didn t fit in, powerless, unloved and beaten down. I did post the youtube of it on their site but it was completely ignored.
I know now how the Palestinians or other oppressed people must feel like.
After my fix of THC , I fell into dreams of a different flavor,regaining my stillness, my inner harmony, a better tomorrow, a simpler life in the woods, maybe in a tiny house in an eco-village in Indiana, Colorado or Oregon or in some Mongolian Yurt on some raised wood deck, overlooking a lake in a beautiful forest. A place where time stood still, where flies could be heard, where my Mistress, wrapped in eco -lankets, was asking me to put more wood into the wood stove to keep her enchanted vegan body from catching cold.
When I am stoned, I become bolder. So it was that night. that I said to myself . I must <> and do as Thoreau had said: >>Go into the direction of your dreams and the universe shall somehow conspire to make your vision into a reality in uncommon ways ...<<
I fell into tumblr in the femdom section, my default mode when I get into a reactive slave mindset....
On the one side of the page was a side..picture of a Mistress in boots, holding a whip. It was an ad for a Femdom Dating Site. I clicked on it, got transported there, registered, verified my email , downloaded a picture, set up my profile and was ready to go to sleep hoping that tomorrow Serendipity would in some way surprise me.
I heard another Coach of mine say to me this week : <
If it be your will.. and other Mediterranean dreams
Warning:
The story deals with offensive language and coarse subject matter , is purely fictional and is restricted for an Adult Audience. It deals with topics like Chastity, Mind Control, Longing, Femdom, Cuckolding , Penis Envy And Other Mind Games between a Mistress and her Slave.
''If you want a lover....I ‘ll do anything.. You' ll ask of me...,...I' ll wear a leather mask for you.. ..I' m your man.....the Leonard Cohen song was resonating in this splendid villa overlooking the Mediterranean.'' I' ll howl at your beauty.....I' ll tear at your sheet .. Please I ‘m your Man...If you want to walk the street alone.. I'll disappear for you.''
>>The Moon s too bright....the chain's too tight... I' ll crawl to you baby... I ‘ d say.. Please...I' m your Man. >>
The water was such a perfect blue and I was busy whitewashing the outside while you read the New York times and chatted on the phone. Your unfinished croissant and coffee made it clear in my mind that you were just a work in process...a beautiful one albeit. .
''I know you had to lie to me. I know you had to cheat...I m good at love ..I m good at hate.. ..You look good....you really do. If you were there, I‘ kneel for you ..a thousands kisses deep. ''
''I loved you with my frozen love and my second hand physique...''
As I was working under the strong sunlight of this arid Greek Island, , I would think about the humility of such words. The humility of a Slave....of immense love that was unlimited, that was pure... that was beautiful.
The ferryboats were passing by in the Distance. I could smell the lemon trees from the distant shore of the Peloponnesus ...'' She fed me tea and oranges.. You want to travel with her.. You' ve touched her perfect body with your mind'' I was taking in the scene , that perfect harbor, children in the morning, that probably propelled Leonard Cohen to write such masterpieces.
My chastity belt certainly kept me humble. It was one of my devilish contraptions and it would pinch me whenever I started to get erect. My Mistress was now lying on the Chaise longue, in all her splendour..on a blue towel. Her skin was so perfect. The hairs around the mound of her pussy... and those perfect pussy lips were giving me the obsession to lick that perfect pussy in this perfect place.. while she fed me the crumbs of her croissant with those perfect fingers .
I had already brought her to 3 orgasms this morning and I felt proud that it gave her such pleasure.The lotion that covered her perfect body had a lemony taste and as I was kissing my way up her legs , under her knees, I started to go deep into a subspace...so restful..so tender/ ..and so perfect.
My Mistress had decided to become a blond again.. .albeit a dirty blond. .Her night on the town had led her to roam the narrow alleys of the medina type village. She had shopped, she had giggled and she had feasted. The evening ended in a discotheque and she called me on my cel to say that she wanted to hear my voice before she fucked Costas, a young and strong fisherman she had met at the port the other day.
Mistress Said '' How do you feel in your cage?.. Does it feel good to know that I ‘ll get fucked , while the massive doses of Viagra I gave you, will maybe try to create a slight stir in your chastity device. Stay nice and soft for me and I' ll feel less guilty getting fucked by this young man with this perfect body and this perfect dick....hihi.. Is there anything you wish to say to me ..my Slave? . '' Just enjoy yourself.. Mistress and take it up your ass for me..I look forward in cleaning out your various orifices in the morning and kneeling before your perfect body in the morning ..Mistress'' I said.
''That a good slave.''.Mistress said.
'' Don't forget to milk yourself before going to sleep. I want a full cup of your sperm in the morning. I ‘ll make you drink it. Would you like that?'' she said with a squirm. ''.Yes Mistress..very much so..''. I said.
''How do you feel now Slave.??.''she asked.with a cruel giggle and some hesitation'' .. Very submissive and very greatful that you are my Mistress. You have the most perfect Body Mistress.'' No I meant to ask ... .Do you feel like a woman yet ?..she asked
'' ..because you're not. You ll never be a woman. You' ll always just be a Sissy... an imperfect creature with all my wants and all my desires but lacking the equipment .. So imperfect. Her voice had a hypnotic ring to it '' You're just good enough top crawl at my feet with your limp dick in your chastity.. If you re hungry, just suck on the dick mounted on the cage wall, suck like your life depended on it..hihi''..
''SUCK IT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT AND THINK OF ME..GETTING FUCKED THOROUGHLY..OKAY MY LOSER...DONT WAIT UP FOR ME HIHI.. JUST SIT THERE AND GRIND YOUR ASS INTO THE FLOOR- MOUNTED PENIS AND YOU' LL FEEL A BIT WHAT I LL FEEL TONIGHT...,FEEL THE FULLNESS OF A STIFF AND YOUNG COCK..OPENING YOU , PENETRATING YOU, so eager TO POSSESS...TO EXPLODE INSIDE OF YOU!...<, How does it feel to be so helpless, chained like an animal, obsessed by me and my body....How does it feel..my Slave.. <>hihi.... ''Now taste the juice from the penis in the cage.. my Slave..Do it now..'' Yes Mistress. ''
I did and it tasted like Musk crossed with my Mistresses pussy juices as well as a slight medicinal taste that made me lick the penis with passion and envy. '' Imagine << ..she said.. that you are licking COSTAS penis so that he can mount me.... Does that float your boat..hihi .'' . She said with her sarcastic mix of disdain and humor.
'' Do you feel jealous Slave? '' No Mistress'' as you said.. ''I have no right to be jealous anymore'' Please tell me the truth Slave .. Do you feel jealous deep down? ''..she queried.. << YES MISTRESS I do. But as you said, you' re no longer my wife. You' re just my Mistress and I am one of your slaves and have no proprietary rights over you. '' Good Slave. It 's finally sinking in.'' she said.
'' That' s so right.. she said.. You' re not even a Cuckold because cuckoldry is an outdated term reserved for fully functional men that get betrayed by their lecherous wives. This is not our case. You' re just my Foot-slave and your job is too be obsessed with me, so much so that you' ll do anything I' ll ask of you. When I ask, whenever I ask >.Slave.
>> Yes Mistress!''
'' Let us be clear..Slave ! You are the one that wanted to walk on this trail of Slavery and Female domination.., and now there is no turning back.. ... I was reluctant at first. But you were right....This way it ‘s clearly better for everybody . I feel free and horny and I get fucked when and with whom I like. I get to get off while you are there longing, frustrated and in denial. You no longer have to worry about Erectile Dysfunction. It just makes me so wet to know that a young dick will fuck me tonight while you are there sucking that penis in a dark cage . ..alone and with a shaft up your Sissy Ass..'' she said as she giggled.
'' Remember Slave. .. Tomorrow, is a big day for you! .. It' s the day of your Final Insanity hearing..and in the afternoon it's the cross-examination by your psychiatrist. ''
'' In Court, you will try to avoid all eye contact as you are nothing but a worm. Always look at my heels and imagine that you are licking them clean while COSTAS is shafting you thoroughly ..Are we all clear on that ..Slave?..'' '' Yes Mistress! ''I said without much enthousiasm. '' .. Your answers.. .should always sound unclear, hesitant and irrational ...and start rambling on about the garden.... Always act polite and subservient. Remember your secret garden is my pussy..when I let you have it. ! Only you and I know that. ..'' Hihi ... You ll do anything to suck that pusssy....right or any other pussy or penis I ask you to lick. Slave, won't you ? '' Yes Mistress'' I replied with excitement.
'' Good. Finally I hear some passion and maybe some signs of penis envy....''
'' Answer the questions in Court as we rehearsed them by saying ''I' m not sure....I don't know...I don' t remember or just stare and don't answer until prodded again. That vway you ll come across as really stupid that needs the protection of the state as well as my full protection as custodian.. Don't deny raping Angelina. The DNA proof is all there.''
''We all know that you've been Deemed a Sexual Predator and that s why the court-ordered chastity is there.. . If all else fails, don't hesitate to cry...As the song that s playing in your dungeon now '' You' re a woman now.'', '' Answer in a foreign language...if necessary Say stuff like ''My head hurts when I think....just put your thumb in your mouth and imagine it ‘ s Costa s dick or the heel of my boot.''
''Don't be so cock sure of anything except that you're now just cock and pussy envious Sissy Slut<< with little self - control. That s who you‘ve now become, the perfect Sissy- Slave. It s what you wanted initially and it s what I want for you now, Is that clear?'' '' Yes Mistress'' I said
She said '' I'll hypnotize you now and tomorrow again and you'll remember little else . . 1-2-3 ..Most of the time, I just want YOU LOOKING DREARY, RESTLESS and WORRIED with a blank stare in your face like nobody' s home. .. can you do that for me Slave.. Are you excited to be in Court.. I am and it gets me so wet knowing that you' ll be fully dependent on me . I want to hear you beg more often>. ''
'' I want you to channel any jealousy into yet greater submission towards me. I want you feeling truly humiliated and humbled by Costa s handiwork and the court proceedings, just imagine that you re kneeling in front of my perfect body .''
''...As the sperm runs out of your dick, you' ll feel even more powerless and so submissive, so wimpy , so sissy-like and sexually exhausted and drained .....As if you‘ve just been fucked by Costas '' Yes Mistress., I said.
''Does it excite you to wear these sheer stockings with this tight corset...remember to feel more like a Sissy...Act more like a Sissy!'' Yes Mistress ..I truly do!
'' You're such a pathetic loser, just an old and tired Cum-sissy-slut after a sleepless night of desperate longing for my perfect body .... and wishing for a more simple life....where there is no , eye contact, no assets....no decisions, just my heels to lick, my cum- drenched pussy to clean for breakfast....just lots of house cleaning, toilet fixing, painting, crawling . I'll let you have the cum-soaked crumbs of my Croissant and you'll eat out of my hands like a Dog with compulsion and excitement. Would you like that. '' '' YES- Mistress '' I said with eagerness!
<> .. '' Yes Mistress, I would feel privileged.. ''
>>Oh so sweet of you.. ..but just cut those 100$ words>. Those are not Slave words>>I think I' ll have to gag you more often..<< Privileged<< ..Who do you think you are...a judge on the Privy Counsel or maybe the Queen of England'' Just say..'' As you wish Mistress''. ''As you wish Mistress'' I meekly said.
''Let me hear you beg some more for my Perfect Body!'' ..and then the phone went dead. Hallelujah..I thought alone in this cage, yet happy and grateful to have a Beautiful Mistress that understood me so well. .
TO BE CONTINUED
Rainy Days in Amsterdam by Allexcited69
THE STORY IS PURELY A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL LIFE OR REAL PEOPLE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. THE STORY DEALS WITH FEMDOM FANTASIES, CHASTITY AND LOVE AND IS MEANT FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY.
It was rainy November here in Amsterdam.
I had heard of all the wild things of this place and I was vying for a taste of it. I checked the Internet for the fetish/BDSM scene and I came upon a Mistress that lived on a houseboat . Her specialities were Fetish, Femdom, Spanking , Humiliation and Anal play. It sounded quite scary. I had often fantasized about visiting such a ProDom with my wife present but I never had the balls to go through with it.
I had gone to one of the famous coffee shops to obtain something to smoke and get me high. The menu had marijuana from 8 different countries and Hashich from as many. After ordering a large Heineken, I asked the good-looking waitress to roll me a joint as I was quite clumsy in this regard. She told me that lighting up pot or hashich was legal in Amsterdam but that smoking tobacco inside was illegal. I found it re-assuring that some things were still illegal in Amsterdam.
I had heard of slave auctions, fetish balls, and all kinds of sexual variations in this tolerant metropolis of kink. The smoking temporarily put me into a mood of greater playfulness and I called the number of the Pro-Domme to set up a session or two. She suggested that we book a Dungeon Room in a nearby Amsterdam hotel where the session could be held in greater confort and security.
I quickly agreed and just hoped that my wife would go along with my plan. I told her about my wife s reluctance. They said it was typical. I had seen in some famous FemDom magazines, interviews of Mistresses, techniques and tools and procedures, proper to the Dutch, had convinced me more than once that the Dutch were a convivial, although frugal in kind, generous in spirit like the great merchants that once colonized all of the Earth as far away as Indonesia.
The beautification of the Dutch people had occurred when they sailed, they conquered and they fornicated overseas ...and fornicate they did having at least 8 children and being today a thoroughly pussy-wipped monarchistic republic.
It seemed like << unimagined torments by of cruelest the and handcuffs whips, masks devices, chastity with Domination Female submission frontiers more once to initiatives took we when surprised quite in were Yet, dildos.. is heels its turns, twists, night Amsterdam penetrating envision us impossible.
The Dutch plan went something as follows: 1. Inform 2. Charge 3. Explain 4. Demonstrate/Convince/persuade 5. Subjugate. Through intense pain, Cocl and Ball torture (CBT ) and other mental anguish. ..boosted by the local drugs available but always staying clear of cocaine which we feel is a bad drug' just too nasty and self-destructive. However the motto here is push the envelope a step further, go into the UnForeseen , Be Brave and Get thoroughly pussy-whipped. At the moment, I was smoking something called Smiling Buddha from local grown marijuana. The waitress was licking the joint that she had just rolled for me and my wife stood by looking angrily at the scene.
My thinking for tonight is if you re going to be enslaved any time soon, than you may as well be salivating, kneeling and bootlicking a sexy and good-looking Goddess that she personified. Always holier. always wiser....so I hoped !
At one dinner with my wife, finally, the topic of Female Domination came up again as my current lover, a Moroccan girl with luscious and generous breasts, with the face of an Angel and red blood hair with a Mediterranean, character for torture.
It usually involved a lot of screaming, emotional explosions, and playing the martyr type of woman. She clearly loved me too much, she suffered and screamed because of me. I was a hands-on kind of guy , often building, or convincing some judge in family court of the injustices of this world.
I guess I needed an Attitude adjustment having tried everything at least once and always was willing to try something that would leave me in awe, impressed, seduced but in the end, thoroughly bamboozled and changed for the better. Despite the tough talk of most Dominatrixes, I was convinced that they all had a soft spot for somebody that would leave himself/herself so open to their eventual abuse, so vulnerable and at the same time naíve, childlike and defenceless.
I also came to the realization that my relationship with Moona was at a crossroads. I was willing to let go totally, be in her full control, get whipped, chained and humiliated if she so desired. All I could prey and hope for is that, at the end of the day, she would finally shed her anger, her remorse, and all the feelings of victim hood that she had carried around all those years, like a traveller burdened by some heavy luggage.
I wanted Moona to age gracefully like Katherine Hepburn or Grace Kelly and finally be happy and at peace. My experiment was to challenge Moona to at last take control of her life, to feel totally unrestrained and to discover her true calling, whatever it was. Had she decided to be a lion-tamer and join the circus, or a Mother Theresa helping the sick somewhere in the heights of Guatemala or Africa, I could deal with it and be her obedient servant, hopefully like a dignified butler that is there to support, shine her boots and pay daily homage to her.
She would therefore be the one wearing the pants, ordering the meals in restaurants handle all the money issues and penetrate or torment me at her leisure. She would be a totally free woman, fornicating at all hours with other men while I was completely chastised and humbled. So was it to be my fate or so I imagined. Things would be quite different.
I would be left to clean out the stables or act as her corseted housemaid and keep the floors shiny. Only she could wear the pants, tease me relentlessly or just ignore me totally for days on end. She could discipline me, whip me and occasionally milk me or have me masturbate in my naked state and mere inches from her shiny boots.
Also, we all agreed that I needed a serious attitude-adjustment. I had to learn to kneel, to give reverence and always act like an object of Desire for my Mistress...She had a hippy side to her and I could imagine her in the 1960s mood when innocence, child-like curiosity about topics like Co-ops, drugs, sex and abortion rights defined the day!
At that time, it was the glorious beginning then of Female Domination, of shedding of old religious values .….an era of massive brainwashing and mass consumerism, something miraculous occured to the economy when all that human imagination was let run free.. true liberation after years of war and dictatorship bringing with it freedom of speech, of expression, of self:
Who am I and why am I looking at Total Power Exchange. I am a somewhat bored 53 year-old Canadian, who runs regularly to Morrocco, to Europe and of course Amsterdam with its canals, its world-class museums as well as a passion for learning, for exploring, of great history and culture, that I miss here in parts of Canada and the US. On the other hand, I feel very American in my pragmatic no-nonsense approach with an egalitarian mindframe.
I long and dream sometimes of the days of Jacques Kirouac, who believed in freedom but who had the sole of a vagabond...a breath of fresh air, fresh ideas and before the dawn of Modernism, Political Correctness and the ever faster internet and email driven world.
Politcial Correctness had been redefined in Quebec to the point that the middle-aged white man now was becoming the minority and was threatened by the new and young from Asia , or from latin America or Europe and also pushed aside and marginalized by the feminist movement in Corporate America,
Here in Canada, most white males had become meek and obedient but very productive, yet a minority had become rebellious, querulous and delinquent.
Most women of course preferred the wild ones as they usually were better lovers. The wild ones fucked better but became quickly un-manageable. The cross-fornication of all of world species eventually would solve racial discrimination in a decade. Eventually, there would be integrated communities with zero ghettoes, no more fences, just a Goodness toward the next person and hopefully no more useless wars.
What was left to do for a middle-aged babyboomer. Have some fun and look to experiment , to grow, to regress, and even to become dumb, to do thngs differently if one so desired.
Never have so many men changed their gender or have sex changes, used hormones even growing two BB breasts and wanting to experience part of their existence as a different person, as a woman, a maid or a slave…or ideally all three combined. So I once suggested exploratory sessions to my Psychiatrist and later to my wife/Mistress who wasn’t really a Mistress but a stressed-out spouse, impatient and choleric by temperament, good-natured , sometimes ambitious, often laid back like most Mediterranean’s and she showed some potential if she listened more to her inner voice and would trust her gut instinct more. Her scientific and Cartesian approach, due to her scientific background made it difficult for her to admit being wrong.
She had become sick of my ramblings-on and vice-versa. Our relationship was at the point of rupture ..just the part before we head for the divorce courts...so I said ..why not try something new.. I always said that I’ll try everything at least once… but it was that cocky side....the Guy who had become a petit Bourgeois. ..Narrow in his everyday interests and narrow in spirit.
My attitude was no longer that of a winner! It was that of a gambler...who rolled the dice and maybe could lose all he had: his fame, his fortune and all his liberty.
My wife said and as instructed, the next day I booked the Dungeon, the Cage, the full BDSM suite on one of Amsterdam Canals along with not one but two dominatrixes. My wife was of the very jealous kind and she would raise her pricks of steel when rightly irritated. Maybe business for the Doms had been slow….so I thought. I had played so many mind games in my life...that now , I only wished to enjoy the show, to fornicate, and have a good time...like the rest of us.
There is nothing wrong with being entrepreneurial... as I was to learn as these two Dominatrixes, together, were invincible in their procedures to seduce and ultimately completely take me over and manipulate….and wring me around their little fingers...litterally speaking.
Sometimes I believed that my wife’s passion and intensity required somebody sacrifice himself for the Community of this Marriage, especially when her anger and impatience was unleashed.
She could become more calculating and yet more dangerous and had a short fuse, being easily aggravated. Sending her to a Mental Institution would be cruel and unusual punishment but the thought had occurred to me more than once. I just admired and loved her as all beautiful women and I would probably lick most women’s boots if they asked me to.
These Two Dominatrixes were extremely beautiful and currently already brainwashing and pussy-whipping all the obedient Admirers, blinded by their lecherous intents, with their sermons, their Speeches...on their interwet site. At the last minute, the venue was changed from houseboat to a nearby hotel, more convenient for all but less unusual.
The Session.
As I came into the hotel room , the Dominatrix said in a harsh voice:
‘’DEAR SLAVE…DOWN ON THE FLOOR NOW ‘’ as she pointed her gloved finger at the floor. She was amazingly self-confident and exuded a raw and sheer female Power that left me speechless.
They turned around and talked to my wife , ignoring my presence while they giggled and whispered.
Then, they suddenly turned around and saw what I was doing. I was clearly excited and masturbating discreetly …. I knew it was wrong but I meant to provoke their anger, their quest for discipline, their natural habit for dominating me totally. I hoped that their harsh attitude would rub off on my wife and that she would eventually learn what was a Dominant Female: stern, harsh and sometimes merciless but always self-confident, sexy and in full control.
All three women smiled and seemed satisfied for a nano-second. I could read it in their eyes. ‘’Clearly, he is enjoying it...it excites him..look at him he is salivating’’....my angry wife said. ‘’ He masturbates too much and when I demand attention....then he is tired....or too exhausted…or some other lame excuse. ‘’ The Blond said I think I’ll practice my French : ‘’ TU N ES QU `UN MISERABLE ! Comment oses tu . tu sera esclave maintenant et pour toujours . On te montrera c’est quoi etre un esclave de ses desirs.’’ she said. She was too angry to impress me. Angry people are weak. Only Weakness projects into Anger doesn’t it?..or so I believed.
The tall Dom said to my wife, now my Mistress, ‘’ He clearly lacks discipline….the self-control..’’ as she giggled. ‘’This must be punished harshly with the whip’’.
‘’ He must know that this is totally unworthy and unacceptable for a Slave.He must be chastised at once’’
They all left for about 5 minutes in the room next door . When they re-emerged , the three of them had a devilish smile on their face. The tall one handed me a Seven up bottle and two pills, a white one and a blue one. ‘’Now drink up at once. Now get completely undressed- Slave.’’
Then she slapped me and said ‘’Say Yes Mistress’’. ‘’Yes Mistress’’ ..I quickly said.
A slave should always be at floor level when her Mistress is present. Also don`t look us into the eyes but fix your gaze at our boots. ‘’Would you like to lick your Mistresses boots. If so, beg her now to let you lick them..’’.
I started to feel drowsy all of a sudden and I heard her voice resonating in my head like she was in my head...yet she wasn’t. Her voice had a hypnotic effect on me. ‘’ You are now very tired. You now feel totally immobile and helpless. You feel that you need to be told what to do. ..what to think. You are now going deeply into ever deeper levels of simplicity. You want to hear simple words, simple orders. ‘’
Sometimes, you feel more like an animal in heat eaten up by the heat of desire for your wife’s pussy…at other times, you`ll feel like an insect.. ..so insignificant and liable to be quashed without warning. You feel deeply ashamed by your lust and embarrassed by it. The more you try to deny your lust , the more it takes over all your thoughts. You feel more and more obsessed by her. You are afraid that she will leave you. You need her to tell you what to do. She is no longer your wife but you well now address her as Mistress’’.
‘’From now on, you will not be able to say No to her. All her wishes, her whims and her desires are your orders and you will do the utmost to execute them without question. Your insecurity is caused by your inadequate little penis…so small...yet so excited. You long to lick her boots, her pussy, her boots and yet feel so inadequate and ashamed. You now understand that your Mistress needs real men, strong and manly, not a weak and precarious insect or slave . ‘’
‘’You long to be more like your Mistress, so feminine, so graceful, walking in high heels and sheer silk stockings down the street behind your Mistress. Everybody is looking at you. You feel ashamed. Yet it excites you to please your Mistress. You feel reassured by her firm control. You need and long to obey her, to worship her with total abandon. You feel so ashamed and helpless. You feel ashamed yet excited. You very much long to please her and will beg her to let her lick her boots, to worship her, to do anything she asks of you. You will dream up new ways to show your subservience. You will worship all women as your Mistress directs. ‘’
She paused for a while then continued:
‘’You will eventually need to suck cock yet feel very ashamed by it. You are not only becoming a slave but also a slut with penis envy. You will not talk unless prodded to. You feel try to act more lady-like. You need to be taken like a lady, possessed by a large dick in your anus. It haunts you as much as your longing for Mistresses boots, pussy and ass. You are here to serve. You feel so inadequate. You feel ashamed. You need to be punished…’’ She then snapped her fingers.
I quickly said. ‘’Please Mistress …let me lick those boots that reflect your true beauty.’’
‘’Oh what a poet ‘’...the tall Dom said as she giggled. She took a collar and fixed it to my neck and then handed the lead attached to it to my new Mistress/Wife. The other Dom then said ‘’...Sure it so common the remnants of a smart-ass attitude. It ‘s called topping from the bottom....we have remedies for this type of impudence .. both physical and mental.’’ ‘’>>Lots of talk but no action..’’ My wife said…’’ But look he’s really erect now. Your hypnosis seems to work ‘’
The tall Nordic beauty of blond hair and strong figure, was dressed in a Gaultier- inspired Corset/ Chemisette with a tight Leather pair of riding-pants and Black Shiny boots and she put two clips on my breasts. They were attached to a chain and a large heavy iron cannonball that rested on the floor and she then said : ‘’This will keep him down at floor-level where he belongs’’.
The other Dom was brown-haired, very pretty but shy and with pony-hair and an evening Dress of Black Latex and a matching Corset that brought out her round and delicate breasts. My Mistress had changed into a Latex Cat suit with military epaulettes and military cap that covered her hair partially. She had an excited glare in her eyes. She seemed truly beautiful. I craved to worship her and felt the heat of my desire take me over. Little else mattered.
By now, I was thoroughly confused as the voices of the 3 women resonated in my head. My Mistress was wearing shiny but soft black knee-high hooker boots with a 5 inch heel that I fantasized licking just thinking about the sheer beauty of the three women in front of me.
The three women were standing Higher than me, therefore automatically putting themselves into a position of Natural physical Superiority and I felt so inadequate . They also outnumbered me and I was naked and fully erect. All were eloquent and had squirms and a certain elegance in their demeanour. In their stare, they would to say < Slave- Beg me to let you lick these boots as you are not quite worthy yet... I may grant you favours but you must beg us for them...but only when asked.
Then there were giggles, and them ordering me to Beg, yet beg some more. I felt overwhelmed and insignificant but at peace.
I again focused again on these soft black knee-high hooker boots with a 5 inch heel that I fantasized licking just thinking about the sheer beauty of the three women in front of me. I felt like I was in some type of loop and there was no way out of it. Remember Mistress said: ‘’ I may grant you favours but you must beg for them’’
She continued << Otherwise..you must ALWAYS be still, fully erect or soft as I desire at the moment , often alone and on your knees toiling away...always on your knees .in front of your Mistress and most of the time gagged with a dildo in your mouth, feeling inadequate, ashamed but so excited by your helplessness, excited by the power I exude, excited by your new status as my slave>>. Again, more devilish squirms. MY ANXIETY WAS GIVING WAY TO ADMIRATION ...Those 3 beauties -What a delight to admire!
I begged them to let me lick their shiny boots but my memory was somehow dulled and I could not really remember where I was and what brought me there. I was floating in some subspace.
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The story deals with a future world where things are very different and it involves harsh language, harsh realities and unexpected civil and sexual behaviours. In this not too distant future, in a new type of society, there are citizens and then there are numbers; servants, maids and other registered slaves and then the officially non-existant ''wild ones''. This is their story. There is use of some coarse language and the readers are warned that the content is sometimes unpleasant and disturbing.
The Registry -- Part 1 by Allexcited69
Introduction.
The story deals with a future world where things are very different and it involves harsh language, harsh realities and unexpected civil and sexual behaviours. In this not too distant future, in a new type of society, there are citizens and then there are numbers; servants, maids and other registered slaves and then the officially non-existant ''wild ones''. This is their story. There is use of some coarse language and the readers are warned that the content is sometimes unpleasant and disturbing.
It was now Mid-October and Olav had been busy picking up branches all morning in the rainy woods as the harsh Canadian winter was quickly approaching. If he could capture the lovely hues of red, yellow and orange of these quiet woods along the grandiose Richelieu River, on a canvas, he would.
He could clearly see the composition of radiant colors reminiscing of the vibrancy of a Riopelle painting attached to a 20 foot wall that would be the centerpiece of a chic, architecture-designed villa. Olaf liked to reminisce of the good old days when he would visit art galleries along Sherbrooke Street and have discussions with the Gallery Owners about such things. Helas, he realized that the time for Subterfuge, for Caprice and Luxury had passed.
As his father told him just before dying. ‘’If you want to be safe, just stay away from the Citizens and their system of registries called the ‘’Registre des resources matérielles et humaines’’ in this province that prided itself on preserving some vestiges and symbolic hints at their French Ancestry. There was a registry or license now required for everything and Olav had rebelled and run away from it all.
The people who ran those registries were all powerful and they could keep you from working and often sent you for re-training. Computer engineers had all been re-trained either as book-keepers, administrators or as if they were male, usually Maid-servant to the Citizenry. Numbers were usually branded with a tattoe or cow-brand with their assigned number and implanted sub-cutaneously with a radioactive chip that ensured their exclusion from most remaining spheres of civility like courts, airports, hospitals and the numerousroad blocks that monitored all movements of people and products.
Things were now quite different since September 11th 2022 due to a large geomagnetic storm that changed the world.
On that date, a severe geomagnetic storm caused the collapse of the Hydro Trebec power grid in a matter of seconds as equipment protection relays tripped in a cascading sequence of events. Two hundred fifty million people were left without power with significant economic loss. The economy stopped working just when Governments had told us that we were on the dawn of a new economic renaissance.
Power was eventually restored within months but only to a small portion of the grid.
The governments and utilities were now bankrupt, or lost their legitimacy and their limited resources only enabled them to restore power to some wealthy communities that could bankroll these extensive repairs.
To make matters worse, the supply and use of hydrocarbons was now restricted to the Elite, the Military , the police force and the commoners all had electric vehicles, rendered suddenly useless.
People had been talked into abandoning any polluting devices. All wood-burning stoves had been replaced and people in the city were dying of the Cold. Unless one had access to fuel, and a generator, access to the initially successful Cloud Computing was now made impossible. Pumps stopped working so water had flooded most basements redefining entire neighborhoods. High-rises were popular and were now seen as the ultimate Status symbol because of the basic Security in this new world.
Olav went to his Cabin and lit the Wood stove to keep himself warm for a few moments, drink some tea so that he could return for some more foraging and trapping in the woods. If he was lucky, he would find a rabbit in some of the traps he had carefully set up. If not, Olav would get by on some home-grown roots and carrots.
He had always refused to register and to render himself available for Sperm donation and other medical experiments.
One of his neighbors had volunteered and was extremely keen to undertake a new life of obedience, security as a numbered wild one. A few months later, he showed up a broken man. He was skinny, toothless and he had been beaten and kept in a cage like an animal. When he was let out, it was to clean the grand Mansion of his Mistress — a Citizen with a herd of a dozen slaves, all with specific purposes. He had been chosen to donate some blood, some sperm and his left kidney but somehow he had managed to escape one day and return to the river.
The wild ones, as we were now referred to, belonged to nobody, most of the time because those ex-citizens were cantankerous, stubborn, old or sick and/or yearned for a sense of freedom that could no longer be had in the light of September 11th . Those people were completely ignored and they existed in complete isolation from any hint of modern society, human rights or medical care.
Governments had long ago withdrawn from providing such services anyways. Rampant corruption had enriched a few but it had destroyed the state. The Corporations that had survived extended such care to their Employees and their veneer of morality and respectability usually would move them to organize Food Baskets for or some Year-end Dinners for the disabled, the fallen, the poor , the unlike them.
There was a true fascination for them by some Elite designers who considered them as wild animals belonging to a Nature left behind, and they were the source of great Inspiration. Artists would love to photograph and venerate them, like they would with the Wild Horses of Sable Island.
True freedom had been lost for most people. Some ersatz-type of Freedom and Nature was therefore required. Compassion no longer existed but it was considered fashionable to say you were. One or two days in the year, the announcers of Radio-Cadenas would make a charity drive to maintain the illusion that all was well.
The governments proudly would publish figures showing virtually no unemployment and increases in life expectancy . However figures were only catalogued for the Citizens, who usually either had cushy jobs, or belonged to some powerful union or worked for a Corporation with a monopoly product or service. In 2011, there were 6 engineering firms that got 90% of the government contracts. In 2016, only one had survived. It was estimated that Citizens represented about 30% of the population.
Access to nature was now difficult unless you were poor. Then you would live and piss under a tree out of obligation. Citizens , mostly hurdled in cramped spaces, therefore consumed and fantasized about wild expeditions, great vistas of the Grand Canyon but most people in Cities were now getting by with a 13 x 13 foot room in a skyscraper equipped and heated by very rudimentary technologies.
The workplace was now a new world. Differences between working women and men had been annihilated as it was too costly and ineffective to manage all this. Most workers were belted and sex was now a luxury reserved for the Powerful, the Rich, and the Chosen. It had become fashionable for elites to become Transgender and to emit ambiguous messages about their true sexual desires or wants. Pseudo-sex, lotteries and sports were fed daily to the Masses that yearned to get their share.
In 2013, a male Russian cosmonaut had raped a Canadian female astronaut in the space Station and this had also be the turning point for establishing a New World Order that greatly restricted sex. In this new Order , you either had a name or a number. It was that simple. All who had names were considered Citizens and could work, have medical care, be looked after in some type of way. Many Citizens though had lost their Names and become Numbers when the bank foreclosed on a loan or their homes.
The Names had to stay productive to keep their Status and also respect the Code, like a Religion. The Code was like a holy book of 100 sacred rules and the pseudo-Elites were brainwashed daily from young age to abide by it. The Code was a mish-mash of the Bible, some Confucius, the Civil Code , the Quran and it was an effort by the Dictators in Power to simplify the Laws and restore some sense of order in an otherwise chaotic world.
Technologically, mankind had fallen back to a XVI th Century levels of technology and the Ethos and Psyche of most everybody had been radically changed. As the learned experts would like to say. There was a massive Paradigm Shift that completely threw out the window all ideas of Modern Living, its conveniences, the rapid-fire Google search that was now longer there. Young people especially had had a tough time adjusting as the instant searches on Wikipedia or Utube were now impossible. This alone created an instant dumbing down of humanity.
The Young especially suddenly felt very isolated and fell into madness, raves, drugs and a life of wondering or idling. Books or old Magazines were suddenly popular but they had become so expensive as to become inaccessible. Some outfits now leased them out for a day. Pornography, Lotteries and drugs were as always in hot demand and the State or some State-licensed Corporation had cornered the market.
Those needs had become the main sources of Income and constituted most of a person’s daily earnings.
The state had lost most of its legitimacy overnight and society now consisted of a bunch of Clans. Some were rich, some were poor but all were ruthless in their quest to survive and thrive.
The state was seen as just yet just another service provider in certain lucrative niche markets specializing in Lotteries, alcohol, pornography , energy, fantasy vacations and massive re-training programs for the wealthy.
I had walked for 5 days to the fertile region of the Richelieu valley where I hoped to survive somehow , just as the Indians before me did, through some fishing, trapping and foraging for wild fruits in forests and fields.
Gardening was now an organized activity that had to be registered. You could garden but the registration insured that most of the crop would be seized for taxes, dues, fines, tools, composted earth and the farmer was left with a pittance.
This was now true for most types of Human endeavors and people had therefore all lost their sense of Initiative and were getting by in some other undeclared way or waiting for handouts of food in exchange for Servitude, blood or Organ Donations.
Gardening alone was too risky and visible. Whenever a garden would yield something worthwhile, the military or some local strongman or clan would seize it in the name of Canada. It reminded me of Russia and the plundering of the farms by the Proletariat in power at the moment.
All this made me realize that the nice principles of justice, democracy, human rights, international treaties, the European Community were fragile and lofty constructions of the human mind that were no longer upheld and viable.
Help from outside of Canada could not be expected as Europe, Asia, And USA were living similar crisis and quickly turned inward and most were now Dictatorships. Last time I heard, Europe was redefined to include only Germany, Luxembourg and France but it had become a symbolic Union, with little of the grand XXth Century Institutions of Parliament and International Courts. All other countries had been disconnected from it because they were either too poor or too undemocratic to qualify as Members.
The last two winters had been very cold.
As Leonard Cohen used to sing in the digital age ‘’ I have seen the Future and it is Murder’’....
TO BE CONTINUED
The Registry .part2 by Allexcited69
This is a work of fiction that deals with a simple future. In it, most people, if they were numbers, were now simple people with simple ideas and very simple needs. Harsh language is used and this story includes descriptions of sexual behaviour that may be considered disturbing to some.
The Citizens, however could have loftier dreams and could have outlets like riding horses, writing poetry, painting, secretly abusing their slaves for amusement and transforming them into subhuman creatures that would be kept in dark and moist places, have little access to medical care, information or basic human rights.
The Citizens, that represented the Elite and their entourage, though were obsessed with their image and came across as politically correct, uber-ethical and very fashion-conscious. This new veneer of new morality was a backlash to the corrupt prior years but little had changed in the self-serving behaviour of the elites and in basic human nature when power and opportunity for abuse intersect.
A new language had emerged. It was initially based on Twitter but the vocabulary was still too vast and complex, especially for the younger people. This new society had a very limited attention span and required maximum simplicity so words were mono-syllabic like eat, prey, go, come, seek, and kneel. Vulgarity and use of vulgar words were cause for immediate imprisonment.
Politeness in front of a superior now required kneeling, kissing their hand and sometimes anything more that the Superior required but always in a privater place far removed from the gazes of any witnesses.
Prayer by all was inexpensive so it was encouraged and all bad things that would happen to you were caused by a lack of prayer and a lack of faith. Impure thoughts were controlled by Chastity devices but if you had enough money, sexual release could be obtained for medical reasons and other Elite-available exemptions. However, it usually entailed that the charges and servants of the Elites went longing for longer periods.
Sexual Denial was shown to limit undesired births and to increase productivity but it also went along with a new Era of official abstinence and purity.
For the numbers, when they were ordered to pray, it just meant. ‘’Be silent’’. All kinds of devices stemming from the Inquisition had emerged and usually ‘’helped’’ people to find back their faith. Nobody would dare say openly that they were non-believers especially among the Citizenry. As for the numbers, their immorality was somewhat expected due to their lack of proper upbringing, limited access to houses of faith and Shorthand vocabulary.
Houses of faith had emerged all over and people were expected to show up for the 6 am prayers each morning. The large financial institutions, simply called clearing houses, actually owned these houses of faith and financial stability had become a prime virtue. Debts were frowned upon because it usually led you into oblivion and ultimately slavery.
Most foreclosed suburban houses in Kwibec had been converted into Pot-growing operations and some monopolies held exclusive rights for this. Pot had become the drug of the Elites and numbers were not allowed to consume any such non-addictive substances as it may interfere with their faith.It was now Kwibec's major export to the US.
Regrettably, cocaine seemed to be the drug of the masses and numbers and it kept them all nicely in line for their daily fix. Governments had looked for solutions to avert mass demonstrations caused by the squalid urban housing, food and water shortages. High paid consultants had noticed that the drug addicts only cared for their daily fix and little else.
Theft was now punishable by various body modifications that made robbers instantly recognizable. For a citizen that stole, it meant immediate loss of all status and re-education as a number at the Neighbourhood Re-education Centers (modelled after the Poll Pot Academy of Lower Learning..lol) . For a first offence, an ugly tattoo on the forehead, in the shape of R/R for registered robber was immediate.
The robber’s registry was a way to recruit the best new members to an underground elite group modelled after the Gestapo. They would usually spy on targeted people, hurl them off in the middle of the night and were usually not firm believers of human rights. The robbers usually had shown some courage, scoundrel-gene and non-conformity and these were recognized by the elites as rare traits.
Furthermore, the Elites preferred the robbers on their side rather then against them but they had to be registered and properly re-trained. The first 6 month of their training involved re-learning the Shorthand Alphabet and Vocabulary, developed to enhance and simplify their communication skills.
The Vocabulary consisted of about a hundred words representing routine tasks or passivity. Emphasis in this vocabulary was on listening, observation and working in silence. Numbers were not allowed to say I, me, myself and their focus was supposed to be on the needs of their Masters and Mistresses.
The elites had re-organized into a group of professions and trades that guarded strictly their member’s exclusive privileges and areas of work. To belong to one of these groups, proof of good faith was required and continuing education was a must. The marginal or dissenting members were quickly disbarred because of some minor fault or because of failing their annual aptitude exams. Aptitude Exams tested for Enthusiasm, Rituals, and Conducts of Practice and Dogma that changed continually in some small way, in order to weed out the old, the hesitant and the non-enthusiasts.
The top elites belonged to the A (Attorneys, Strategic Brains called ‘’ Artists, Accountants, Architects’’ ...etc) and B ‘’thinking’’ (Bailiffs, and Behaviour (Brainwash) Experts trades. Mostly, decision-making was expected of them. The next groups were C , D or E categories and their power was great because they alone were allowed to interact with the top tier (they were the Communicators and . The F category, like the F words were frowned upon. They were the elite that did the ugly work like punishing, branding, and their oratory skills were usually limited. Some had witnessed bad things and they were rendered mute by the upper Elites.
The Saturday ritual was now a hockey game followed by the lottery in winter and American Football in summer. After a round of 10 losing games, the team usually were reclassified as numbers and the Elite made it clear that Mediocrity had no place in Kwibec. Team spirit was important so the punishment and rewards went to the teams. This new society had somehow discovered the secrets of Stalinism and Maoist thinking and officially everybody was a comrade equal in rank, even though some lived in mansions.
Sarah was on the run and she had met up with a pack of young miners that had escaped from their assigned stations. She had long brown hair and stood at 6 feet tall. Sarah was 22 and 3 months pregnant. She did not remember or understand how she had been impregnated. She suspected that she had been drugged and raped at the school. Within, she believed that the Child she was carrying belonged to Maxime. Maybe she had been unknowingly inseminated with the Child of a Goverment leader but she could not remember it happening.
She quickly needed to get help to undo the Chastity so she could give birth. This worried her quite a lot but the miners had started sawing at it and Zion had assured her that they could remove it if he kept at it . Thankfully, the chastity she had on had allowed her expansive waist room to move.
She had been a schoolteacher in a working class neighbourhood in Montreal-East before the events of September 11th and she was an optimist at heart. After the catastrophe, half of the kids no longer showed up. She kept on teaching for a while without pay then stopped when the Government shut down the school. She had been reassigned to the Re-education Unit No 232 after 2 warnings for misbehaving; she was re-assigned to the support services group. Her attitude had been judged as wrong-headed and too rebellious.
She strongly disagreed with the School’s Curricula and Methods. Eventually she was fired, the bank foreclosed on her house and she therefore lost her Status as a Citizen. She also had an infatuation with one of the Students of the Academy, a young defrocked attorney called Maxime Chevrier that had political ambitions and was seen as menace to the New Elites. The New Elites were all quite young, usually under 30, having pushed out their older predecessors without scruples after the Catastrophe.
Maxime was 26, good looking and worked out regularly. He spoke 3 languages and had a sense of humour and irreverence that made it hard for him to be indoctrinated. Sarah liked his Independent Spirit, his rebellious attitude and his physique. They had on occasion kissed in the privacy of her office at the school but somehow their affair was discovered and Maxime suddenly vanished. When Sarah asked about his where-abouts, she was only told that he had been transferred to the Plan Nord. The Plan Nord was a Siberia-like territory of vast lands, rich in forestry and mineral resources. Escape from it was difficult because of the harsh weather and a solitary, heavily guarded road that led into it.
Before the catastrophe, PLAN NORD had been criticized by political opponents as non eco-friendly but after the Catastrophe, all dissension to it had been stifled. It was a right-wing test-model of a new society and was ahead of its time in a way. Working conditions were strictly monitored with big unions, big corporations and big Government working there in perfect unison.
Any type of free spirit there usually quickly fell into line as the drudgery, the cold weather and isolation required conformity and strict obedience in order to survive.
The three minors accompanying Sarah were nick-named Zeon, Zachary, Zion but they were officially numbers. Their re-education at the Pol Pot Academy had transformed them. Their lack of vocabulary had led them to use their hands when they talked. Zeon was the leader and the serious one. Zachary was the clown; he had an indestructible spirit and was good at foraging for food. Zion was really good looking and tall and sometimes Sarah fantasized about making out with him. Zion had lost one eye in the mine during an explosion. However, the whole group were wearing state issued chastity devices. They had met just outside of Montreal around a Bonfire in a working class neighbourhood.
Their goal was to go to the Richelieu River where Sarah’s resourceful uncle Olaf was believed to be. They were glad that they had found each other.
There was a full moon and the wolves were howling now in unison. Zeon was roasting a duck he had managed to catch. Huddled together two by two , the fire was keeping them warm for now. Zion's hand attempted to move to Sarah’s breast through her thick clothing. She quickly glanced at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said softly ''We better get some sleep soon. Tomorrow is going to be along day.’’
TO BE CONTINUED
The Registry -part 3 by Allexcited69
This is a work of fiction that deals with a simple future. In it, most people, if they were numbers, were now simple people with simple ideas and very simple needs. Harsh language is used and this story includes descriptions of sexual behaviour that may be considered disturbing to some.
It was now getting colder by the day. Olaf was busy preparing a rabbit for cooking in an old army helmet that he had found along the road. The drunken soldiers would sometimes party and throw their helmets overboard. The army really controlled all comings and goings.
However, Olaf had a friend called Sylvain in the Army that would leave money in a stone wall along the road. Olaf had run into him one night near the old fort of Chambly. He was there with two young musician friends playing the fiddle and smoking marijuana. They got to talking about the state of the Nation.
The soldier said that many people in the City had died but that the state had kept a hush on it not wanting to great mass panic. Apparently, initially everybody thought it was due to hypothermia and lack of heating, or malnutrition but word got out that there was some type of virus that mutated very quickly. It was spreading. Apparently, this was a man-made virus that somehow got out of control. The soldier wanted natural pot, untainted by and not spiked with cocaine. It was tough to get in the City. Olaf mentioned the Quebec Gold that grows in the Cornfields of his valley, untainted and unspoiled.
As agreed with Sylvain, he could leave him some in the old stone wall by the side of the order. This way, he limited direct contact and limited the risk of getting killed.
Over the last 2 years, the soldier had passed regularly and bought huge quantities for himself and his numerous friends. Usually, Sylvain also left him some update of the daily notes issued by the Government. Quarantines and a massive vaccination program were being undertaken. The Government was exhorting all to get vaccinated and was offering a free meal to all Volunteers.
Olaf reflected for a moment. He would not get vaccinated. Was it another attempt by the government to control the population’s comings and goings?
He had been told that some GPS Nano-chips encapsulated in the Vaccines and lodged in the target’s body through its Intravenous Injection of the vaccines could identify each person or animal and monitor his movements. He no longer trusted the government’s true intentions and would therefore not take any chances with this.
For now, he felt lucky to be in the Midst of Nature along the majestic Richelieu River. Had the currents not been so strong, he might have to swim in it or even paddle up river to Lake Champlain where a lot of trafficking, of mostly people, weapons, medicines, drugs or cigarettes , occurred between the US and Kwibec. The land had changed, he thought but those old customs of trafficking had endured.
It got him thinking about going to town dressed as a suit. Suits were numbers that had a government issued badge that allowed them access and minimal interferences commuting into town. One of his friends ran a HR agency and the government had often used him to recruit ‘’unofficial human resources ‘’and had issued him 100 security badges for this purpose. All such badges were strictly accounted for but Olaf would step in when some suit was sick and discretely take his place. He would earn a few Couronnes, some Meal tickets and maybe he’d go catch a Brainteaser movie.
The movies reminded him of his Sundays a long time ago. On such days, he would take his young daughter Sarah go see the latest Hollywood Flicks. Most movies were now in Spanish, but had different audible versions depending on who was watching the movie.
The numbers got to see some movies but the version and morale they watched was very basic and designed for an IQ Level of 60. They would watch the movie and see two guys making out; usually they smoked then drank a beer and bought lottery tickets for fun. Those were really brainwashing infomercials that Olav sometimes got hooked on. The more complicated story-plot was only available to the Elites. 3D Glasses were required for that.
About six months ago, he came close to joining the Sanitation Unit, after falling for its commander, Mistress So Clean with her gleaming SS uniform and spiffy boots who had cast a hypnotic spell on him. After smoking a few joints, he had pulled his mind away from this mind-fuck and forgot about Mistress So Clean for a time. But watching movies could be dangerous to your health in other ways. Movie Houses would scan the room to identify everybody present.
The scans would seek out the radioactive emissions of the Numbers’ inserts. His suit badge came with a radio-active card and safety jacket that sent false signals to the scan machines. Olaf still had hard-ons to this day whenever he dreamt of Mistress SoClean, so radiant, optimistic and seductive with her shiny boots, aspects he still found so delightfully attractive especially when he looked around and saw so much everyday uncertainty, ugliness and so many walls and access badges that isolated everybody.
The government had limited mass gatherings of people ever since the ‘’Occupy Wall street’’ movement had got out of hand. Therefore, it now encouraged most solitary endeavours, limited interaction between people and information was disclosed on a Need—to-know basis. The Government wanted everybody to work out so even the Gyms had devices that generated electricity for pumps and lights while people exercised on them.
Olav sometimes wondered if Mistress SoClean was still unmarried and looking for ‘’good’’ men as she hinted ‘’come and see me sometime in a Mae West tone of voice. Mistress So Clean had made Cleanliness look so sexy.
But enough day-dreaming for now, he thought. He had sometimes wondered what had happened to his daughter Sarah. She was a wild spirit at hearth and Olav was not really worried about her. She was like him. She could gauge somebody quickly and often would make friends wherever she went.
During this time, Sarah continued her journey but at a slower pace as she had sprained her ankle and needed to rest up and get back her forces. For now, Zion was wooing her and trying to cut open her chastity. The titanium alloy was tough to cut but he was making headway. The two others had killed a Virginia deer and so they had feasted on it and still had food for a few days. Tomorrow, she would make some smoked ham that they could take along on their journey through the forests.
Those trails were over 500 years old and along it, one found all kinds of food, thieves and sometimes soldiers. Sarah had also baked some bread with Corn she had found near an abandoned house. Her dad’s passion for Iroquois bread recipes, sprinkled with some wild berries and using the oil from the sunflowers and the grease from the Virginia deer, had been a big success with the boys.
She loved to be resourceful. It made her feel in control and invulnerable for a moment. She had become the natural leader of the Group.
She had the men around her little finger literally. Zion had built two small shelters with branches and she had fun being around them all although the words spoken between them were few and far between. But the body language of the men had made her feel that they were now there for each other and had become an improvised family of misfits of sorts.
She often felt horny but any thoughts dealing with sex were quickly put away. She was glad in a way that they all had chastity belts. Their main focus would be survival for now. Things were so simple in this way. Just camaraderie but no real sex. It was just perfect.
In the day, the forest was often flown over by Army helicopters coming and going, or maybe they were looking for lost souls. The government did not like ‘’shrinkage or migration of its human resources’’. It jeopardized the established order and made them look incompetent. The state felt that total control of all movements was therefore necessary ever since Sept. 11th.
Olav was sitting by the river enjoying the sunset. He was now happy with very little. In his former life, he had manors, expensive cars and expensive habits but he didn’t miss any of it. He no longer had any big expectations from anybody. He expected betrayal sooner or later, especially from the drug addicts so he stayed away from all human contact as much as possible.
He had worked not to become overly cynical, depressed or angry as this was not Zen and he considered it as ‘’excess baggage’’. He needed to stay focused on his survival, keep his emotions in check, travel light and move swiftly if need be.
The latest note left by Sylvain this morning had mentioned Quarantines and Evacuations in some areas of the Republic. The Government had called this latest plan ‘’La solution Finale’’. It didn’t sound good but how much of what he read was really true. He could no longer make out the truth amongst all this state propaganda, always designed with a purpose in mind.
All of a sudden Olav had a big urge to go clean his cabin. He also got an instant hard-on. He felt like relieving himself right then and there but he knew that he had not deserved this release until his Cabin was spic and span. Was this the remnant effect of Mistress So Clean?
Probably it was. It made him realize that the state Brainwashing was sometimes useful and this Subliminally-delivered Program had made him long to clean up. He felt frustrated that nobody could see this Clean Cabin which he had built from birch trees with an axe. For the roof he had used moss covered by branches of spruce trees and fir.
He had removed the seat from an old Chevy truck, abandoned in a field, and made comfortable benches with them that he used to sleep on.
He sometimes missed the Pornography that was available before the Black-out. All those great photographs of Dominatrix’s, of transgender Femmes fatales and all the great stories he used to read.
He would
'Fall into temptation'
'And a trap'
'Many foolish and harmful desires'
'Plunge men into ruin and destruction'
'Wandered from the faith'
'Pierced themselves with many griefs'.
Yet, it was all so pleasant.
He would have to fabricate new sexual material, new tools and new devices one day to appease his many dark fantasies.
For now though, his main focus was on fishing and hunting. He had once attempted to fuck a fish but it was not so great. Other than that, he had definitely ruled out bestiality because animals to him were his neighbours and his only means for survival.
Nature in some way had made him more spiritual. Still he would take advantage of his stint in the City to try to get some type of pornography or sex toys in the black market in the downtown Souk. It was Friday, the prayer rituals were about to begin and it was now mandatory to prey.
TO BE CONTINUED
The Registry ...part 4 by Allexcited69
This is a work of fiction that deals with a simple future. In it, most people, if they were numbers, were now simple people with simple ideas and very simple needs. Harsh language is used and this story includes descriptions of sexual behaviour that may be considered disturbing to some.
It was now 10 am and the Sarah and her group were in the woods, not far from the road when they suddenly heard dogs. They started running away but the dogs ran faster and quickly caught up with them.
After about 10 minutes of running, they came to a clearing in the forest. However in the clearing sat an abandoned helicopter and Zion wanted to escape with it. He thought that he could fly this thing. However, Sarah had a feeling that their brief escapade had come to an end. Surely enough, groups of robot-soldiers were appearing from the other side of the forest. They moved forward in a sure-footed and precise work and had focused in on them. Those robots had all the latest technological gadgetry and had infra-red scanners that tracked their target’s every movement.
The robots shot lassoes at them and then winched the ropes quickly back to them. Sarah nearly lost her balance. She, as were the others, were being precisely pulled in like a fish on a hook. She screamed and tried to free herself but it wasn’t possible. A few minutes later, the robots had put them on board the helicopter and then somehow, everything went blank for Sarah.
When Sarah awoke, she was naked and she felt the pull of something on her breasts. She was tied down in a kneeling position and felt the cold leather halter press against her tummy. From her crotch and behind emanated all kinds of tubings and she certainly now felt ''well connected''.
Juice was being pumped into her through the mouth and rear-end. And wild suction could be felt on her wet pussy and her tits that suddenly felt considerably bigger.
There was music playing ‘’Sex bomb, sex Bomb’’ by Tom Jones and suddenly she felt very horny yet she was very anxious at the same time. What was this place? Where had they taken her friends?
She could no longer really focus as all she could really think about is about her sudden urge to come. She felt extremely sexy and Tom Jones’ voice was making this even more unbearable. About 4 or 5 hours of clitoral and anal stimulation, she must have come about 10 times and she felt exhausted and suddenly fainted.
The next day, her sleep was suddenly interrupted by a slap on her buttocks with some bushy cane. An old woman was prodding her on and shouted. ‘’It‘s time to graze outside and get some sunshine. ‘Sarah was now walking on all fours walking on her padded elbows and knees. Her arms and legs had been bound in such a fashion as to limit unfolding them. Her breasts were dragging near the floor and her breasts quickly fell into a constant state of arousal that once more made her very horny.
Out in the field, they were being encouraged to move and graze. The grass they were being encouraged to eat tasted like grass but somehow it had hallucinogenic effects on Sarah. Suddenly, she felt her head turn and felt unstable, yet horny and peaceful. She now felt more like a cow than like a woman . She was prouf of her milk production. She won two weeks in a row as ''Best producer'' which earned her more orgasms. There were a few real cows amongst them but most of the others looked like women-cows but with their heads completely shaven. Sarah felt really horny again..so horny. She wondered what she could do to get herself off again.
Maybe she could rub her pussy on the grass or on a stump standing out from the ground. The others seemed to have the same idea and she went off to her side in search for a stump she could rub against. Little else mattered. Surprisingly, she didn’t even feel bothered by the cold even though it was Fall and she was stark naked other than a leather corset that supported her Jumbo pair of tits, now the size of Cantelope Melons. At the end of the field, there was an open shelter with hay and she was attracted by the sugary smell of burning Sugar Cane.
The old woman approached Sarah and asked. ‘’Ma belle... don’t we feel horny? Sarah simply nodded as her head mask seriously limited her from opening her mouth fully. She looked around and saw the other cow-women humping some smartly-designed shafts of sugar cane hammered into the ground, while holding their upper bodies vertically by holding onto a handle with their hands. They were being encouraged to be vocal and to moo to express their gratitude and exalted states.
All that mooing around her got her completely turned on and excstatic and she fell into a sexual transe state.
The old women returned and she motioned as she talked to Sarah. ‘’Viens ici ma belle, hold on for a moment, I must glue these silver ports to your nice large breasts. They will protect them and also stimulate them into higher milk production... I want my bonus this month LOL.. .ma belle! Just give me all you've got. Don’t hold back! Just let go and feel horny. Make more milk to feed your baby NOW...ma belle. ’’
It suddenly dawned on Sarah that this was one of the world-famous milk production facilities, famous for the women’s milk which was used to make cheese. This cheese was now the glamorous new Delicacy of the Elites in Japanese and Chinese Weddings ever since the shark fin and caviar consumption had been declared uncivilised and cruel and therefore was discouraged and no longer considered politically correct.
From the looks of it, this seemed like the St-Hyacinthe facility in veterinary medicine and milk production. The problem they had was mostly precocious aging of the ‘’Producers’’, nasty teat and vaginal infections which were caused by a reaction to the bovine milk enhancement hormones and opportunistic and parasitic bacteria that preyed on their hosts’ weak immune systems.
Too much humping by the cows in the field, although favourable for increased milk production, also could create nasty micro traumas of the vaginal tissues and that’s why the plastic capping of the vagina and silver caps of the tits ultimately became inevitable. Some big bells held by a collar around the neck also ensured that the women-turned-cows were reminded of their new stations in life. Happy cows gave more milk and studies had shown that the music enhanced their milk production.
Sarah tried to mobilize feelings of outrage, anxiety or anger but somehow she couldn’t muster up those feelings anymore. She felt horny again and she read the big banners that read ‘’Vivre simplement’’ (translation: Live simply). It was the governing party’s political motto. All modern luxuries had been removed in houses because they wanted Simplicity.
Modern toilets had been removed because production units spent too much time on them which decreased productivity and those pesky toilets were hell to maintain. Also, all toilets had to go as they were held responsible for hemoroids.
A simple drain hole in the floor was considered optimal and more in line with simple living.
Sarah felt ecstatic most of the time and her thoughts now either revolved around food or sex. Her needs were now so basic. Here, she felt loved and cared for. It was certainly better than being cold and hungry in the woods. She now remembered that she had been pregnant. As she chewed on the Sugar cane before her, she wondered what had happened to her baby.
All of a sudden there was thunder and lightning in the sky. The cow-women and cows were now prodded to go back indoors.
After a few months, Sarah’s milk production was sharply on the decline. The old woman had said: ‘’ Another one bites the dust. They all do that sooner or later.But don't worry ma belle...they'll retrain you. We had to cut back on the hormones ye know.’’. Sarah suddenly worried about her fate. A new cohort of cows had been brought in recently . They seemed to be a hardy bunch of what seemed like Dutch women and she suddenly felt inadequate in comparison.
Her breasts now felt smaller and her crotch seems dry. Her libido was now much less but artificially maintained. Despite this, she still got off about every 2 hours through well-timed mechanical stimulations of her clitoris, ass and vagina but she no longer felt the urge to hump as much as before. She also felt colder especially at night. She felt that she was losing it.
The next morning, a group of tourist-like VIP's appeared at the farm. They seemed wealthy, all dressed up in fancy designer fashions. The men sported elegant suits and all wore dark sunglasses. They took pictures and measurements. They came up to Sarah’s stall. The agent said. ‘’This one here seems shabby but it has good bones and you’re buying potential.’’
One man confidently approached Sarah and with his gloved hand, he inserted his middle finger in her anus quickly as he was looking for something. He then pulled it out and brought it to Sarah’s mouth and shouted ‘’Dawai, Dawai...ma belle ’’. Sarah quickly licked the gloved finger clean as the man said. ‘’Ok, I’ll take this one...she has good attitude and good tonus ’’. The agent paced around and put a ‘’Sold’’ tag around Sarah's neck as he said to his Russian Client ‘’Back in 2010, I used to sell pre-owned cars like this every Wednesday and made tons of money. This is similar. We’re moving a lot of product here today’’.
Sarah now wondered what was in store for her, but not for long. After her evening milking, she was given an injection and she blacked out instantaneously.
TO BE CONTINUED
The Stroke prevention program by allexcited69
This is another story that deals with Femdom, Chastity, Mind Control, Tease and Denial. It’s a ceremony for the limp-dick dreamers that long for beautiful Mistresses. All names have been changed to protect the Innocent and that of the beautiful Mistresses and their maid-servants. This is their story and is meant for reading by adults open to new possibilities and life-styles.
..’’To the man who only has a hammer. Everything he encounters begins to look like a nail...’’
Abraham Maslow
My name is Wolfgang. I am a 46 year old German businessman, often travelling the world and over-indulging in food, and over-performing in everything like the true macho man that I am.
Reasonably fit and good-looking. I have been married twice, then divorced but my sex life was often ordinary and boring. As I became more successful and older, I decided to explore my submissive side in various capitals of the world...from Amsterdam, to L.A. I used to eat meat. I used to be a great womanizer as well as an occasional writer of mystery novels. Now I’ve become serious and am well on my way to becoming a full-time sub to a beautiful Mistress.
I think that by now, you know that I’m into the language of BDSM and Total Power Exchange. Some people are turned on by it and others just aren’t. Kids learn how to talk from talking to their parents. I learned language listening to my new Mistress, called Maitresse Emilie. She used a different new word for just about everything.
Before we get too much into this story, let me tell you more about Maitresse Emilie. It’s a system used by Bell Canada.. erh.. No..just kidding.. . let’s be serious. It’s a particularly good looking Mistress, with degrees from Radcliffe,the Sorbonne and the London School of Economics.
She actually lives in the 4e arrondissement in Paris , is a vegetarian, is fluent in 5 languages, studied philosophy at the Sorbonne but only speaks French to Anglophones.. . She loves to make omelettes , sometimes with the sperm of her tormented lovers’ sperm and she actually makes them eat it, torment her admirers and humiliate them in all possible ways. She loves poodles and has a strange and imaginative sense of humour. She dresses in crisp riding pants and boots and a white chemise that hint at her generous breasts. Her blonde hair and British accent remind me of a younger Debbie Travis.
I longed so much to be near her. Her sensuous scent and luscious breasts usually kept me dreaming and longing for something more than her occasional caress with her delicately gloved
hands . She made me promise me to be different. She wanted her admirers to be original and unique.
On the first appointment with her, I had to fill out a long questionnaire stating basic info like Address, Marital Status and Sexual preferences as well as a Detailed Financial Disclosure as well as a Confidentiality Agreement and Consent Forms relieving her of any responsibility pursuant to any future Domination games. I liked her Methodical approach and it actually gave me a hard-on. She was taking this Game very seriously. She was clearly out to win in all that she undertook..be it riding or huim,ping rich and successful men. More often than not, she was just a promise of future sex, a hint of a smile , ambiguous desires and preferences, shifting from passion to abject indifference and then loads of CBT and Humiliastion..or so I thought. How wrong I was.
She kept repeating to me that she was not into weird sex that she referred to as ‘’Sexe as bizarre et malsain’’, . That’s why she usually would start each session by asking me to strip naked and then handcuff my right hand to my left ankle. But let’s stop being naive. It sure sounded bizarre to me but it turned me on just the same and she knew it and then got angry in a very serious way and without laughing. She was stern and would take out her riding crop and slap my backside in harsh ways while pacing around me like Ilsa the SS dominatrix..
‘’Voila, ceci est pour éviter que vous toucherez vos parties intimes. ‘’ she said. Then she placed a dog collar around my neck and said . ‘’ Venez ici Esclave. ..rampez bien ainsi a mes pieds et peut áªtre, si vous áªtes gentilles plus tard, il y aura une surprise pour vous...Peut áªtre je vous laisserai lécher mes bottes. ..aimeriez vous cela ‘’ ‘’Oui.. Maitresse.’’ I said with anticipation.
Then she stroked my face with her gloves and shoved her gloved finger into my mouth and said.. ‘’ Relaxez Esclave , surtout gardez le silence.. laissez vous aller car j’aime explorer vos différents orifices de soumis et vérifier a quel point vous áªtes soumis, souples, soumis et obéissant .
‘’J’adore tellement les hommes puissants et riches qui se laissent dominer si facilement et devenir mon Esclave. . Vous áªtes ici pour cela et pour mon bon plaisir et vos envies malsaines et états d’á¢mes ne me concernent pas. Je sais que vous aimeriez me prendre et forniquer avec moi mais votre état de soumis ne le permet simplement pas.’’
She then said ‘’ Quelle genre de Maitresse croyez vous que je sois. N’oubliez jamais que je ne suis pas une impudique mais une dominatrice qui doit vous mouler comme une artiste sculpte son vase. Je promets de vous donner une attention particuliá¨re et spéciale et d’assouvir vos besoins d’áªtre dominé. . J’aime découvrir vos moindres faiblesses, vos points de clivage, pour mieux pouvoir áªtre en situation de contrá´le total et pour pouvoir vous tourmenter sans réserve aucune 24/7. Votre safeword sera ‘’pussy’, et vous n’avez qu’a le dire au besoin et je mettrai aussitá´t fin a cette session…est ce clair pour vous? ‘’ ‘’Oui Maitresse’’, lui dis-je avec un enthousiasme prudent.
‘’Maintenant, pour aujourd’hui, il faudrait que vous fassiez quelques engagements et promesses additionnels et que vous me dévoiliez quelques uns de vos secrets qui me serviront plus tard á mieux pouvoir vous humilier et vous asservir. Est-ce assez clair…ce processus. Vous me dites tout sur vous... . Je veux une transparence et une obéissance totale de vous. ‘’ Oui Maitresse..I quickly responded.
‘’Moi aussi je vous dévoilerai peut áªtre le nom de mon parfum favori pour que vous courez me l’acheter. Votre objectif sera de me faire plaisir..comme s’il n y avait plus aucun autre but pour vous dans votre existence si sombre, si morose démuni de la plupart des plaisirs que le plaisir de me servir… et de me servir mieux encore. Vous ne penser rien ou plus de l’idée de tenir pendant des heures mon cendrier ou de pédaler pendant quelques heures par jour dument empalé par un gode télécommandé ou des nuits occasionnelles a baiser une poupée a mon image et arborant mes nombreux parfums.’’
‘’I want you Gaga for me..do you understand. Nothing else for you should matter right now..
‘’Where you’re at, you’ve peaked in your career and are obsolescent now..or shall we say.. you are no longer indispensable’,. ,.I want some passion..I want some obsession..put away your doubting Thomas persons..give it all you got and make this work..in perfect harmony you and I.
I will be there to accompany your demise into slavery..or should I say your Ascension into Slavery and Submission where worries fade away and where w ild mood swings do happen..but i will be over unimportant things like the color of your toe-nails and the type of ribbon or bow I want you to wear around your cock when we go out on a leash and on high heels padlocked to your tired feet.I will make you toil away cleaning house and you will clean the toilet every day with a toothbrush and use the same one to brush your teeth ‘’
‘’The highlight of your day will be around 2 PM when I wll take my siesta , usually with a well-endowed lover..I’ll let you shine my boots and lick them while I’m being fucked..’’ Would you like that..Dear Subbie..my dear insect..or are you my worm?.
‘’ Your new identity is still unclear but one thing’s for sureL you’ be longing to suck some cock, pussy occasionally ,adore ass and boot-licking and will need a good Fuck up her little Tranny-hole or a swift whipping now and then to bring her into ever greater levels of submission. Does my little trannie understand. ’’
‘’Oui Maitresse’’
‘’Less than that total obedience and submission is clearly inacceptable to me . Get with the Program..as they say in the Military! Otherwise, I’ll quickly lose interest in you and may dump you in some alley for a night where you’ll eagerly give blow jobs for a few bucks ‘’.
‘’ Do you understand that there are a million losers out there that would like a piece of my ass but I’m not about to give it away..not to you..not to anyone close or some new significant other. You must earn the privilege to be with me daily.’’
‘’..No more significant Others..just insignificant others from now on... Significant others just cost too much in the end..too much time, too much pain..too many tears and too many dollars.. YALLAH..Get up and leave me alone. Go to your room and kneel! Listen to your MP3:’’
‘’ It’s a nice Hypno tape that will surely turn you into a sissy. The trick is to listen to it at least 8 times per day. Also use your toys.Practice makes perfect...Learn to lick and engorge that huge black dildo mounted on the chair in your room and dream of sucking off a real cock so that I may present you to my 7 gay friends in the Village.’’
‘’ Sit on it for a few hours per day on your breaks to get you in the mood while sipping a hormone juiced sperm filled smoothie for sissies.Everything has been thought out by and I just following the Femdom training Manual’’.
Elle changea encore de langues comme elle changea aussitá´t de personnalité : plus froide, plus distante.. ‘’Avant votre départ aujourd’hui, j’aurai aussi besoin des coordonnés de votre conjointe actuelle et ainsi que vos coordonnés bancaires pour que je puisse effectuer les retraits réguliers sur votre Compte.
Veuillez les inscrire tantá´t sur ce papier et me fournir votre spécimen de signature aussi. Rappelez-vous, un esclave par définition n’a plus d’actifs, ni de libertés, mais juste des désirs inassouvis. Vous devez devenir et rester l’esclave de vos bas instincts et de vos fantasmes les plus abjectes.. La bite molle n’est que le début de votre féminisation ou comme je préfá¨re vous rappeler..de votre complá¨te émasculation’’
All this was too much for me. By this time I was sporting a massive hard-on and she took a hand-whip and beat the top of the penis and said.. ‘’Vous avez encore bandé sans ma permission et c’est inacceptable. J’aime que vous bandiez pour moi dans votre tá¨te seulement mais que votre membre reste aussi moux qu’un spaghetti car je trouve ce pénis bandé trá¨s insolent et inapproprié devant votre Maitresse.Vous ne pensez tout de máªme pas pouvoir me baiser avec ca.’’ It’s not going to happen’’ ‘’ Notre relation n’a rien de vraiment sexuelle. C’est juste une relation de Maitresse- Soumis et c’est trá¨s mal vu pour une Maitresse de laisser bander ainsi son soumis. Le bracelet electroniqe est la comme une extension de mon áªtre. Vous comprendrez cela assez vite-esclave ’’
She then took out a large belt with a dildo out of a drawer of a finely crafted French antique armoire and she laid it on her lap. She then grabbed a metal object in the shape of a black shiny ring with a remote control control . ‘’Voila , it’s an American gadget, called the Stroke Prevention Program’’ . C’ est pour des Messieurs insolents comme vous qui ne connaissent pas encore leur place et cela devrait modérer leurs ardeurs malsaines.
She then grabbed a bell and rang for Service. A young women dressed in a sexy Maid’s uniform and high heels showed up and said. ‘’Vous m’avez sonné Madame’’. Oui chá¨re Angélique, auriez vous l’obligeance de bien vouloir enfiler le Bracelet Kali a cet insolent toute de suite . Merci. ‘’
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‘’Toute de suite, Madame’’ she said with an obvious smirk . She grabbed some jelly and lathered up my penis with it. It had an immediate cooling effect and my penis shrivelled to a small size. She then clipped on the bracelet , inserted a small padlock into the lock and then clipped it shut.
She then remitted the key to Mistress who said’’ C’est bien Esclave , vous serez ainsi un peu plus respectueux de votre Maitresse et peut áªtre moins préoccupé par votre queue de chien en chaleur ..hihi. ‘’ Chá¨re Angélique , SVP restez un peu avec nous et enfilez moi ce godemichet . Cet esclave semble avoir besoin de se faire ramoner un peu l’arriá¨re-train‘’.
Maitresse then said ‘’ Excellent Angélique. Ainsi, máªme á 1000 lieux d’ici, comprenez que vous serez encore sous ma domination totale. L’internet et les messages text me permettront de vous transmettre mes directives au quotidien’’ . ‘’Oui Maitresse’’ I was worried by now and was especially worried about the possible humiliation at Airport customs / homeland security controls with all the metal detectors and my future impossibility to stroke my now encased member and probably my obligation to break up with my German vanilla girlfriend . ’’
The young maid, extremely sexy and in her light blue Maid’s Outfit quickly donned the Dildo and positioned herself in front of my face waiting for further instructions. Mistress then said, ‘’ C’est bien Angélique, vous semblez áªtre une dominatrice naturelle..’’ Maintenant, Insecte, commencez a lécher sa bite car ca rentre mieux quand la salive la lubrifie un peu . Sens bien sur ta langue la forme de ce magnifique pénis noir et imagines qu’il appartient a un de mes jeunes amants musclés, viril s et totalement insoumis..’’
‘’Maintenant ma Chá¨re Angélique . .. prends moi avec ce gode devant ce soumis impuissant et incapable ‘’ ‘’Avec plaisir Madame.. replied the young vixen. Her pert breasts were outside her bra now and she fondled her pussy,,,excited by the scene of humiliaion and the pungent smell of the wet pussy of the now excited Maitresse.
By now, I was staring to feel the pricks on my penis that was slowly trying to come to life. ‘’Remenber now Mister,.. máªme excitée, vous devrez toujours demeurer mous pour moi….indépendamment de vos fantasmes malsains et interdits… vos fantasmes devront se limiter a pouvoir lécher mes bottes ou des fois ma chatte ou mon cul alors que Angélique ou un autre amant de mon choix m’enfile devant vous..impuissant et en pleine adoration devant mon áŠtre de Déesse . Vous devrez rester mous comme le vers de terre que vous áªtes maintenant devenu..est ce bien clair,’’ ‘’Oui Madame.’’ I quickly responded with conviction..
Angelique mounted Maitresse and the two fucked and moaned like mad. Maitresse shouted at me ‘’ oh la esclave….Esclave .. Léchez mes bottes toute suite .prenez plaisir a me voir ainsi pénétrée alors que vous áªtes aussi chaste qu’un puceron.’’ Oui Maitresse.. ..I said trying to hide the now obvious pain of my tortured dick .
‘’Rappelez vous esclave ‘’ Ah pauvre Esclave. votre souffrance m’amá¨ne tant de plaisir et me fait jouir . votre rá´le aprá¨s tout sera désormais de m’amener du plaisir. Cédez moi toutes vos énergies afin que je puisse rayonner supráªme encore plus par ma beauté. Vous n’áªtes qu’un lá¨che-botte minable…qu’un misérable ….c’est votre nouveau statut et destin de lecher toujours……..aahh..ooohh.., aaahh ,yesss… .oh my God .. ’’ ‘’Oui Maitresse’’
TO BE CONTINUED