Contemplating the divine – Page 196 – Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.

Her obedient servant

Hurry up, she wants you suspended and well flogged before going out – and the dinner reservation is for eight!

Dave season starts today! Actually, that’s not true. Every day is Dave season.

Just try to empathise. Men aren’t very good at it, but women know that and often make a particular effort to make their feelings known.

He can’t tell Coke from Pepsi, but he can tell Paolo from Antonio.

Oh well, never mind. You’d probably have been rubbish at it anyway.

Another quick one

Oh, hi – is that Mr Harris?
Good morning, it’s Lisa here from Megabank Card Services.

I’m very well, thank you.
Now the reason I’m calling, is our fraud detection system flagged some
of your credit card transactions as unusual, so I just wanted to check that
those were really you. It’s probably
fine, but we just need to check.

OK, so can I just run through some recent items?

Right, now on
Thursday you purchased two books from Amazon?
“Dealing with sexual failure” was one I think, and “Spanked in front of
the girls”? OK, fine.

Then the next day, I’ve got a purchase of a web subscription,
3 months non-recurring, to “Diaper boys and strict nannies”? And then a
purchase of premium access to the same site, two hours later?

Fine. And then the next evening there’s a charge for “Samantha
Strict’s chatline”? No? Oh – that wasn’t you? Are you sure? OK, well we’d better log that. Only there’s several, you see. There was “Small penis humiliation”, for £45,
then two hours later I’ve got “Wank on my command”. So I’d better alert our fraud department, and
start a –

– what’s that? Oh they
were you? That’s fine then, because…oh
yes, don’t worry. It’s strange how quickly we can forget these things, isn’t it? It’s just as well, because
there was another this morning: “Piss
boy humiliation”. Oh – and one’s just
popped up on screen from this afternoon: “Beg to cum”. That’s probably why your number was engaged when we
called 10 minutes ago – you’d have been just finishing that one off, I expect.

OK, well if that’s all fine, I can clear the suspected fraud
flag. They can update your profile, you
see, so that similar purchases won’t set off the warnings. That way I won’t need to keep bothering you
by phoning up – I expect you’ve got better things to do!

And your profile will be updated throughout the bank’s
systems. That way we can provide you with
better, more personalised financial products and offers, you see. Whenever you call, or if you drop into the
bank, whoever you’re talking to will have all your details in front of them on
the screen, so they’ll know exactly who they’re dealing with.

Now, is there anything else I can do for you today?

No, not at all. My
pleasure. Bye now!

Just a quick one

I feel a
surge of deep satisfaction
Much as a queen astride her gelded steed
When I return from daily strife as a dominant wife
How pleasant is the life I lead

I run my home precisely on schedule
At six-o-one I march through my door
The boy to kiss my shoe is due at six-o-two
Consistent is the life I lead

It’s grand to be a domina in 2010
Ladies are taking over, and subjugating men!
I’m the lady of my castle, the sovereign, the liege
I treat my subjects – servants, husband, slaves -
With a fair but brutal hand: noblesse oblige

It’s six-o-three and the boy who is my husband
Is scrubbed and spanked and pinched around with pegs
And so I’ll beat him till he begs, to kneel between my legs
Ah lordly is the life I lead

A British nanny must be a general
The future empire lies within her hands
And so the person that we need to mold the breed
Is a nanny who can give commands

A British prison runs with precision
The British home requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools
Without them disorder, masturbation, anarchy
In short you have a masculine mess!

Source

(Sometimes a photo just writes its own caption.)

Self discipline is over-rated

Always better to get someone else to do it for you, either a professional or an enthusiastic amateur. That way you’ll get a proper job done.

Don’t worry about the bruises. Most clients like them.

It’s not your fault. I’m sure she won’t be taking it out on you.

I usually find that a short discussion is enough, but often she wants to go into things at much greater length.

Don’t worry – most men experience depression post-castration. But do you know what? No one gives a shit. So that’s OK.

That reminds me, one of my girlfriends used to have a pet name for me: cockroach.

Femdom story: Something for the boys 3/3

The thrilling finale of a new Serena and Alice story (this third chunk obviously starts with part 4, because, because…errr…because that’s how we do things around here).

This part of the story gets very heavy indeed, with scenes of torture, non-consensual physical harm and even death done to (supposedly) humorous effect. Seriously, this bit gets quite squicky. If you don’t like that, that’s absolutely fine, and you don’t have to read it. It’s also a love story.

The story so far: Alice is visiting her friend Serena, who is a real scientist! Read all about it here. And here!

Serena and Alice: Something for the boys 3/3

Ready to do some science?

Part 4 – in which we
nearly reach the end

After Serena, Alice and Colin had all finished their orgasms
– the ladies first, but then Alice managed another by giving her former
schoolmate a good ball-kicking, once the agonies of his half-hour orgasm had
ceased – the ladies had tea brought in, and Colin dragged out.

“Funny Colin” Alice murmured in happy memory. Colin was the class clown, always ready with
a joke to defuse tension and make everyone laugh. Once he’d managed to cheer her up, after her
pet rabbit had died. It had been lovely
to see him again, she thought, still tingling at the memory of his desperate
shrieks for mercy as she’d kicked at his poor, drained testicles. Perhaps Serena would let her have him – she
made a mental note to ask quickly, while he still survived. Too often she’d noticed men she fancied in
Serena’s establishment, and asked about them a few days later, only to be
greeted with the familiar little smile and shake of the head.

Serena had been checking her phone again, while her friend
was thinking these nostalgic thoughts.
“Right, I think one of them’s ready” she announced, snapping it away.

“One of whom?” Alice asked, grammatically. “And why do you keep checking your phone?”

“It’s monitoring some experiments. And one of them is about ready. Now then, I
was starting to tell you – “

“About the opposite of dribbly-cock man!” Alice burst in
with delight. “You were saying – what if
instead of dilating the tubes permanently, you kept them closed permanently!”

Serena nodded affectionately. “That’s right” she said. “And what do you
think will happen then?”

“Well” Alice began, excitedly, “I bet you think I’m going to
say that it would be no different from being in permanent chastity. Well I’m not!”

Serena smiled again.
She did love Alice. Oh, she was a
little young and inexperienced. But she
had so much enthusiasm, so much life! Her protégé was making steady progress,
and although Alice was no scientist, Serena was confident that one day, men
would wake up screaming in terror at the thought of her name. She let her friend, now bubbling with girlish
enthusiasm, continue.

“Only I know that men kept in permanent chastity leak a bit.
Even David does – and he gets released every three months. If he’s good, anyway. But men have been kept in chastity for years
and years, and they cry a bit, but they’re basically OK. And that’s because they leak.”

Serena nodded approval – although she had finally noticed
that Alice kept referring to David’s genitals in the present tense. She made a mental note to take a portable
emasculating kit with her the next time she visited (but in the event, she
forgot, and they had to use a kitchen knife and two bricks instead – but it was
a lot of fun).

“That’s right, they leak.
Oh – and they lose the sexual urge quite a bit as well. I put my first boy in chastity when I was
sixteen, so that’s fourteen years now (more like 21, Alice thought a little
cattishly) and it’s quite rare that he even tries to get erections. I think if I let him out now, he’d be
impotent. And he was a virgin when I
locked him up too!”

“But seriously” Serena went on, “Suppose they couldn’t
leak. And suppose their natural
tendencies to sexual desire weren’t allowed to decline through non-use, but
were chemically stimulated?”

“Then they’d keep on producing semen, but there wouldn’t be
anywhere for it to go!” Alice chimed in delightedly. She’d worked this out for herself. “And after a while, as the semen builds up
and up and up, they’d start to look – “

“Like that” Serena concluded, as with perfect dramatic
timing, a third experiment was escorted in.
This one walked like a cowboy, taking great sideways strides as it tried
to move with minimal disturbance to the mass hanging down between its legs.

Alice clapped her hands delightedly and leaned forwards for
a closer look, as the slave finally hauled himself to a stop before them. Then she drew back, looking disappointed.

“Awww” she said. “I mean, they’re big and they’re obviously
uncomfortable. But I thought they’d be
full to bursting. I was looking forward
to seeing them go pop! Like that bird in
Shrek.”

“You mean the one Princess Fiona sings to and it explodes?”
Serena asked. “Yes, I remember. I thought that was in rather bad taste, to
show an animal being hurt like that – even in a cartoon.”

“Yes, there’s too much of that sort of casual cruelty in the
movies these days.” Alice agreed. “But
look, I thought the outside would be all shiny, with the inside full to
bursting with unspent semen. Ready to
burst. Pop!” and her voice rather faded
away in a little reverie as she pronounced the last word.

“Well, the testicles are very full.” Serena explained. “But that’s just the scrotal sac we’re seeing
there. It has lots of spare room, that’s
why it’s all wrinkly and you can pull it about so much. No matter how big the testicles get, they’re
not going to stretch the scrotal sac to bursting. It’s just too loose.”

“No pop!” Alice murmured sadly to herself, and settled back
in her chair.

“Oh come on!” Serena said, sharply. “Have I ever let you down? We had to wait until the right moment for a
reason. Boy! Come here.”

The experiment shuffled very slowly forward, and unhappily
met her gaze.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Serena asked.

“Well, Miss” he began.
“I cheated on my girlfriend, so she tricked me into coming here to
interview for an IT job, and while I was waiting two big guys came up with a
big rubber sack, and they…”

“Why you’re here in front of us, fool!”

“Oh. Cause of my balls,
Miss.”

“What about your balls?
And call me Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress. Well,
they’re full. Very full. I’m one of
seven boys in this experimental pound, and mine are the biggest. Though number 31B’s are growing very fast” he
added, hopefully.

Serena smiled. “No,
yours are the fullest all right” she said, gently waving her phone at him. “It’s all here. So – how long have they been
filling, do you remember?”

“No Miss – Mistress!
I was made to masturbate soon after I arrived. That was a few months ago.”

“And what happened after that?” Serena asked sweetly.

“Well, I was beaten with a whip, Mistress, because you said
that although I had to be allowed to come in the interests of the experiment,
that was no reason not to punish me severely – “

“I mean what happened in the experiment, you idiot!” Serena
screamed at him, wondering whether brain damage was some kind of side-effect of
the drugs.

“Oh. Well, I was
taken off to a room, where I was immobilised in a sort of iron and leather
frame. And I’ve been there ever
since. There were other boys in there
when I got there, but they all got taken away.
And new ones came to replace them.
I’m the longest resident now.”

“Were” Serena said, quietly.
“You’ve been taken away now, too.”

“Yes Miss” the experiment replied, unhappily.

“And you haven’t had an orgasm since?”

“No Miss.”

“Would you like one?”

“No thank you, Miss.”

“Boy, if I have to remind you to call me Mistress once more,
you’ll regret it. You might think that
nothing worse can happen to you than what you’re going through. But you’d be wrong. Now – you say you don’t want an orgasm. Why not?”

“I’m scared, Mistress.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of what might happen to my swollen balls, Mistress.”

“Do you know what will happen to them? If you come?”

“No Mistress.”

“Oh! I do. Shall I tell you? Well, if you get excited, first of all it’ll
be just like a normal orgasm if you remember anything about that. The muscles will squeeze, and try to push
semen up the tubes into your penis and out.
But that way’s blocked, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So the semen – under very high pressure now – will try to
find other ways. Some of it will break
through the tissue of the testicles into your scrotal sack. That’ll feel odd, won’t it? To have semen sloshing around loose inside
your scrotal sac? I said, that’ll feel
odd, won’t it boy!”

“Yes Mistress” quavered his voice. “Very odd.”

“Yes. It will. But not much of the semen can get out that
way, so the rest will try to force itself up any tube it can find. Some of it will rupture blood vessels. Do you know how you get an erection boy?”

“Blood pumps into the penis, and it becomes engorged and – “
he began and was rapidly shushed by Serena, who was now much too excited to let
him speak for long.

“Exactly! So with the
blood vessels ruptured, the blood will keep on pumping, pumping – where?”

“Ummm, I – “ he began.

“Down!” Serena gasped triumphantly. “Down into that scrotal sac, pumping it
fuller and fuller, with blood mixed with semen.”

“Yes, Mistress” he groaned.

“And quite often the urethral tubes are ruptured as well, so
your bladder empties into the scrotum too.” Serena added, pleasantly. “Is your bladder full boy?”

“Very Mistress”, he admitted wretchedly.

“Well, not for long. So with all that additional liquid pumping
in, well, I’m afraid even Mr Wrinkly Scrotum is going to start to look like a
balloon. More like a balloon being
filled with water under a tap than an air balloon, but a balloon nonetheless. And gravity and your heart there will keep
pouring liquid in until – “

“Pop!” said Alice rapturously, from her seat to the side.

“Pop.” Serena concluded.
“So all that will happen if you come, boy. You might want to control yourself.”

“Yes, Mistress” he sobbed, in fear. “Oh please,
Mistress. Don’t make me come.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Serena said sharply. “I’m not going to make you come.” She
indicated her friend with a nod of her head.
“Go and kneel down in front of Miss Alice, boy”.

Science. There are always more questions to be answered.

He did as he was
told, with something of a sigh of relief when his bulging ball-sac finally made
contact with the floor. Alice leaned forward.

“What’s your name?” she asked, softly.

He blinked in surprise.
“Er, Alan, Miss. Mistress?”

“Miss will do fine with me, Alan.” she said, kindly. “Did you live near here Alan? I mean, before you were captured?”

“Yes Miss. Near the
football ground.”

“Why, we’re practically neighbours.” Alice smiled. “You must give me the name and address of
your ex-girlfriend. I’m sure she’d like
to hear about you.”

Alan wrote down the contact details in the small book she
proffered, then handed it back.

“Yes. Cheating on
your girlfriend. Tut tut. Well, I’m sure she’ll be delighted to hear
about what happened to you. I’ll drop
round and let her know tomorrow.” And her foot moved gently forward, so the toe
of her shoe delicately bumped against Alan’s penis. Which instantly twitched into life.

“Oh please, Miss?” he begged.

“Please? Please what,
Alan?” she replied, as the sole of her shoe began rhythmic pressing against the
underside of his penis.

“Please don’t make me come, Miss.” he sobbed in terror.

“Me, Alan?” she replied with mock surprise, as her foot
continued its work. “I’m not going to
make you come. I’m just sitting
here. The only person who can make you
come is you, Alan. By thinking impure
thoughts about me. Thoughts about my breasts, for example. Or thoughts about what sort of underwear I
might be wearing” – she shifted slightly in her chair, crossing and uncrossing
her legs – “here.”

“Oh Miss” he groaned.

“You see, Alan, Serena’s already explained what will happen
if you come, hasn’t she? Your balls will
rupture and your scrotal sac will fill with a disgusting mix of semen, blood
and urine and “ –

She broke off as a thought struck her. “Won’t it make an awful mess?” she asked her
friend, anxiously. “When he explodes, I mean.
Only I don’t have a change of clothes with me, and – “

“Don’t worry” Serena reassured her. “It takes a while to build up. We’ll put him in a big see-through plastic
bag before it bursts.”

“That’s a relief” smiled Alice. “I thought it all sounded a bit extreme.”

She turned her attention back to the boy in front of her,
and resumed the rhythmic action with her foot.

“So anyway, Alan” she remarked kindly. “As I was saying, if you come, your testicles
will rupture and your scrotal sac will explode.
So… if you were a sensible human being, you might decide not to come, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Miss. Oh
please, Miss.” he begged.

“But you’re not a sensible human being, are you Alan? You’re a man.
And if you could control your nasty little urges, you wouldn’t have
cheated on that lovely girlfriend – Carly, is it? – and this wouldn’t be
happening to you, would it? So maybe
this is just all for the best.”

And she continued gently batting the engorged organ until
some heavy breathing and grunts from Alan told her that the interesting bit was
about to begin. She drew back, and
watched with keen interest.

Epilogue

It took about 20 minutes for the scrotal sac to fill. Alice was surprised, and impressed, to see
how painful the process seemed to be. Looking
at her delighted face, Serena reflected once again on how wonderfully varied
the world of a sadist could be. You
might think that when you’ve heard one man screaming in agony, tinged with
desperate fear for his life, you’ve heard them all. But there were different harmonics, different
cadences to the screams, depending on the precise location and form of the pain
– as well as just its intensity. Serena
could no more become bored with torturing men than a true connoisseur of wine
could become bored with wine. The
intensity of the pain was one element – and an important one to be sure – but
to that extent, it was not so different from, say, the alcohol content of a
fine wine. Obviously essential to the
enjoyment to be present in sufficient strength, but by no means the only aspect
of the experience to be sampled, tasted and enjoyed.

At Serena’s institute, Alice was in the equivalent of the
cellars of Chateau-Laffite – here she could sample the glorious range of raw
power and subtle experiences that she was gradually learning to savour
slowly. With her young enthusiasm,
married to a real instinct for cruelty, Serena marvelled, her little friend
gave her a purpose for her experiments that had revitalised her own jaded palette.
That was why she adored her.

She also fucked like a rabbit of course, Serena reflected,
as her friend drew her forwards once again into her arms, but after a loving
kiss Alice rapidly wriggled around to put both sets of lips to more direct
use. Serena just had the presence of
mind to command her slaves to place Alan into a thick transparent plastic bag,
before she was herself overwhelmed and unable to speak, barely able to breathe.

Later, the two ladies sat, exhausted, on the floor, leaning
against the plastic bag that contained what remained of Alan. It was certainly a mess, and quite smelly
too, although in their post-coitus bliss, the ladies didn’t mind. Remarkably,
he was still alive, although he’d lost a lot of blood, and the internal rupturing
would surely eventually be fatal. He’d lived to witness their orgasms, Alice
reflected, and wondered briefly whether he got any comfort from the thought
that his agonising death was causing so much pleasure to others. Probably not, she thought. Men could be so selfish.

“So what did it feel like having your testicles explode?”
Serena called through the bag. “Don’t
worry – I promise I’ll never do that to you again!”

“Oh…oh Miss” came the faint voice from inside.

“Right” Serena said, getting to her feet. “He can’t say I didn’t warn him.”

She gathered the open end of the bag together, and tied it
tightly in a knot. Inside, Alan looked out despairingly. His head was down the other end, and with his
insides ruptured there was little he could do to struggle. He could only look on, as Serena sealed
inside the last oxygen that he would ever breathe.

“It’s ‘Mistress’ she said curtly, as she sat down again.
Honestly! Boys can be so rude!”

“Mmmm” Alice said, snuggling closer to her. “Suffocation.
I love suffocation.”

“Or drowning” Serena pointed out. “Look” And she tipped the bag slightly, until
Alan’s face was resting in the smeary mixture.
He coughed and gurgled, and the ladies fell about laughing as a piece of
his ruined testicle was sucked into his mouth.

The two watched in contented silence for a few minutes,
occasionally tipping the bag, to give Alan a chance to gulp at some of the
increasingly stale air.

Alice looked around the room where she had spent such a
happy afternoon. There was the bloodstain
from the servant whom Serena had accidentally castrated with the remote
control. There was the tiny stain on the
carpet where Mr Dribbly Cock had spilled some of the never-ending dribble of
semen from his useless cock. There was
the much larger set of semen stains, where Colin had deposited every single
drop that had been in his testicles, and then writhed in agony for a further 25
minutes while his continuing orgasm crushingly hammered on his empty
balls. And here beside them, now, lay
Alan, feebly choking his last on his own shredded testicles and bodily
fluids. She felt perfectly at peace.

Suddenly she was seized with an overpowering sense of
purpose. She looked urgently at Serena,
who gazed back rather startled by the fire in her eyes.

“Serena” Alice began, slowly. “I love you and I want to marry you. Please.
Please let’s be married. I want to
spend the rest of my life with you.”

Serena smiled back.
“But what about David?” she asked, mockingly.

“Oh, you can have David”, Alice giggled. “I want him to
spend the rest of his life with you,
too.”

“We’ll look after David together” Serena murmured, and
leaned forward for a kiss, from the willingly proffered lips of her
bride-to-be.

Happy ever after.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that. Especially the romantic element. I’m just a sucker for that kind of thing: boy meets girl, girl enslaves boy, girl meets other girl, girls torture boy to death… it’s the oldest story in the world, but we never get tired of it do we? Do we? Hello? Anyone still here?

Brutal elegance

Or should that be ‘elegantly brutal’? Both are good, I think.

Leather clad femdom whip and boots oh yum yum

That’s a relief. I thought she might be cross.

Women always appreciate a compliment. Quick, try another. She might even take one of the weights off.

Schoolgirl caning - but the other way around

I don’t know why they have those canes with them, though. I suppose they don’t realise that corporal punishment has long been abolished in British schools. Poor things – they must have been so worried!

Well, this is going well.

Wife loves your new secretary or she will

Later, when his new secretary moved in with them, the ladies found a way of making doubly sure. So that’s all right.

Femdom story: Something for the boys 2/3

The second chunk of a new Serena and Alice story, which I’ll publish in three chunks (it starts with part 3 below, because the parts I’m posting it in are not the same as the parts of the story and… and… oh it all made sense at the time).

This story gets quite heavy, particularly towards the end, with scenes of torture, non-consensual physical harm and even death done to (supposedly) humorous effect. If you don’t like that, that’s absolutely fine, and you don’t have to read it. It’s also a love story.

The story so far: Alice is visiting her friend Serena, who is a real scientist! Read all about it here.

Serena
and Alice: Something for the boys 2/3

Part 3 – in which we struggle beyond halfway

Serena’s experimental subjects are all kept in carefully controlled conditions, to ensure that there are no distractions or environmental conditions that might affect the results of experiments. Otherwise the science doesn’t work.

“So that’s what happens when you mess with the hormones that
inhibit release of semen in day-to-day life” Serena remarked, once Experiment3564G
had left the room. “No orgasms. But what do you think happens if you do the
opposite, and close the tubes permanently?”

“Well, then no semen would ever be released, and…” Alice
began slowly.

Serena flicked open a mobile phone and stared briefly at the
screen. “Actually, I’ll come back to
that a little later” she said. “They
might be ready by then.”

“But there’s something almost as good”, she continued with
mounting enthusiasm. “You’ve seen
continuous release. But what about a continuous orgasm? What if a man’s orgasm,
once started, just went on and on?”

“Well, that doesn’t sound cruel at all” Alice replied, in
disappointment. “You’re not here to increase their sexual pleasure, after
all.”

Serena grinned wickedly.
“Send in Experiment 7658H!” she called.

Soon a naked man stood shamefacedly before them, his wrists
handcuffed behind his back. When he
glanced nervously up, Alice felt a sudden delighted shock of recognition. It was someone she’d known at school –
called…oh, Carl? Clive? Colin!
That was it. This was Colin. She’d quite liked Colin, she recalled. How very enjoyable this was going to be. There was always something rather special
about watching men that you knew suffer.
And despite her misgivings about Serena’s promise of a ‘continuous orgasm’,
she thought it pretty likely that this one was going to suffer. Serena had occasionally conducted experiments
that did not involve pain, humiliation and mutilation, but only when strictly
necessary in the interest of scientific progress. And even then, generally she made sure the
subjects suffered in other ways. It was part of her dedication.

Colin caught Alice’s eye, and there was a sudden shock of
recognition. Briefly, an expression of
wild, desperate hope started to spread across his face before Alice smiled
sweetly, gently shook her head and settled down with eyes half closed to watch
the fun.

Serena had noticed none of this, as she was busy pointing
out the altered features that Colin – or Experiment 7658H as he now was, and
would be forever – now possessed.

“You see, for too long I was investigating what causes
orgasms” she explained. “But actually,
once they’ve started, orgasms would just keep going unless they receive a
chemical signal to stop. So we suppress
that chemical signal.”

“Another little pill?” Alice asked.

Her friend shook her head, and pointed to a small red mark
on the side of the Experiment’s testicles.
“There’s a gland in there.” she explained. “We just drill in” – and at this point, Colin
looked a little faint, as if assailed by an unpleasant memory – “and then burn
it out. Then we do the other side” and
Colin obediently turned to show an identical scar on the other side of his ball
sac.

“And then he can come continuously” Serena said. She looked
at her friend expectantly, but Alice sat in silence. She still thought it
sounded rather nice – once the testicle-drilling was out of the way, of course.

Serena clucked in exasperation. “You’ll see” she said. “Boy!
When did you last come?”

“About seven weeks ago, Mistress. 38 days, actually.”

“So, back in May?” Serena prompted.

“Yes, if… err… if it’s late June or early July now,
Mistress.” Colin replied, uneasily.

“And have you been locked up since that date?” Serena
persisted.

The man shook his head. “No Mistress. I’ve been like this.”

“And do you have a lot of distractions?” Serena continued?

“No Mistress” he replied, rather emphatically Alice
thought. “I’m kept naked and alone in a
room with nothing but a mattress and a bucket which serves as my toilet and
feeding pail.”

“Then why don’t you masturbate?” Alice broke in, in
exasperation. “All boys masturbate, if
they can. Those handcuffs are hardly going to stop you. You could rub yourself up against a
wall. Why don’t you?”

“Because he doesn’t want to” Serena said, slyly. “Do you, boy?”

“Well he wants to now” her friend said, obstinately. “Look”

Sure enough, the man’s initial terror at being in Serena’s
presence seemed to have been overcome, because his penis was steadily firming
up – and very soon began to rise.

“Boing!” Serena said, triumphantly. “Men – so predictable. Come here boy.”

Experiment7658H shuffled forward, whimpering slightly, the
tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

“Poor thing” Serena said sympathetically. “All that time, with no release. Why look at it – it’s practically bursting!”
And that seemed to remind her of something, as she opened her phone again as if
to check something before turning back to the matter at hand.

“No, still got some time yet” she muttered to herself. Then she turned her attention back to the
penis in front of her, which was now rigidly upright, and purple at the tip.

“Gosh, so ready”
she whispered seductively. “Mmmm. So desperate to come. “ She unbuttoned her
blouse a little and Colin turned desperately to look at Alice who, realising
the game, gently drew her skirt up to expose her stocking tops.

“Do you know” Serena continued to coo. “I really do think it’s ready to come. Mmm.
Any moment now. So if I just – “

–
and she
leaned forward until her face was nearly touching the engorged cock,
parted her lips slightly and –

–
blew
hard, the sudden burst of air making the penis sway back and forth. Colin groaned.

“Maybe one more “
she murmured, and blew again, this time causing the head to tap gently against
the man’s quivering stomach. This was
more than enough for Colin, and he instantly started to grunt violently, as his
penis jerked about uncontrollably.

“Here we go” giggled Serena, drawing back quickly, to avoid
being splattered (to Colin’s extreme good fortune, it must be said. He thought his life in the featureless cell
was hellish, but it was as nothing compared to the life he would have led –
admittedly rather briefly – had a drop of his semen polluted Serena’s person or
clothes.).

Colin was now well into the throes of orgasm. “UH! UH!” he
was grunting, in the usual way in which males experiencing an orgasm betray
their close affinity to pigs and cattle.

“See the balls jerking about?” Serena pointed out. “The muscles are contracting, squeezing
seminal fluid out from the sort of spongy stuff it’s stored in, up the tubes
and – well, all over the floor just for now.”

Alice nodded quietly, wondering once again how so many women
could stand to have that sort of thing going on inside them. Vanilla sex.
It made her flesh creep just thinking about it.

Then she realised that something was odd. The grunting wasn’t dying away, but was
becoming louder, and a little more urgent.

“He’s been spurting for about 40 seconds now” Serena
remarked. “Already quite a lot longer
than the average orgasm. He’s expelled –
oh, maybe three or four times the usual amount.
And he’s still going on, as you see.”

The man’s grunts were more like shrieks now, as his orgasm
continued into its second minute. The
semen continued to come out, but simply emerging and flowing away to the side,
now, lacking the volume to become airborne.
But still it kept on coming – and so did Colin. His balls were pumping as hard as ever, and
now his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, still shrieking, his
genitals still thrashing around as if being whipped. And clearly, it was at least as painful as
being whipped too.

“As the testicles run dry” Serena remarked “as the last few
drops are squeezed” – and here she
smiled as , with perfect timing, a particularly strong contraction resulted In
the emergence of another drop, and a despairing howl from Colin – “from the
tissue, it really starts to hurt.”

Of course, to do science properly you need a lot of precision-made equipment.

Alice nodded. “I
remember when I used to let David have more than one orgasm” she agreed. “It gets really sore. After a bit, he didn’t want any more. Used to say it was like having someone
scraping a nail inside your balls and penis, when you’re coming but there’s
really nothing left.”

Her friend nodded back. “Yes, quite a lot of men say
that. Actually, you know, I tested it
and it’s not true. Having a nail
scraping along inside the testicles feels quite different” and she wiggled her
beautifully manicured crimson fingernails at Alice with a wicked grin.

“But I know what they mean.
It really hurts. Of course, it
depends how potent the man is to begin with, how long they’ll enjoy it. This process here” – and she indicated the
writhing man before them – “is the equivalent of about six orgasms a minute. So Colin here, who is now on about his fourth
minute, is nearly at the equivalent of his twentieth. And he wasn’t very potent
to begin with – strictly a once-a-night man.”

Alice gazed in fascination.
Once-a-night indeed! David was a
four times a year man. It was amazing to
think that the man in front of her had just experienced more sexual activity
than David could expect in five years.
Well – she checked her watch – more like six years now.

“How long does it last?” she asked.

“About thirty minutes” Serena replied quietly. “Of course, there’s nothing left to pump
after five minutes or so. But his balls
keep on trying. On and on, squeezing and
jerking away. And then he’s sore for weeks afterwards, of course.”

“I’d never thought of multiple orgasms as being a
punishment” Alice said, in wonder.

Serena smiled at her.
“They needn’t be, you know” she said softly, and held her arms out. And the two girls giggled and shrieked their
way to their own form of continuous orgasm, while below them Experiment7658H
(“Colin”, Alice thought deliciously, now what was his second name?) screamed blue murder as he lay on the floor,
jerking uncontrollably in a pool of seven weeks of his own semen production, in
the hellish agony that was now his sexual life.

Ready to do some science.

Disempowering

Now that seems like an excellent objective in life. On with the captioned images (of female domination).

Femdom pony play with great big whips hurrah

Highly skilled people are the banking industry’s greatest assets, so it’s reasonable when times are hard to sell a few of them off.

What a kind offer. And they you were thinking that Emma and Laura were man-hating lesbian feminists. Just goes to show, you can never tell who will be the one to step forward with help.

Never mind. There are only 24 hours in a Thursday, just the same as the other days of the week.

Fake blonde dominatrix in slave husband dreams

A femdom fantasy in a femdom reality. How about that?

I don’t know why I’ve included this one. Nothing femdom about it. Is there?

Femdom story: Something for the boys 1/3

Linking to my older stories a few weeks back inspired me, so here is a new Serena and Alice story, which I’ll publish in three parts. This story gets quite heavy, particularly towards the end, with scenes of torture, non-consensual physical harm and even death done to (supposedly) humorous effect. If you don’t like that, that’s absolutely fine, and you don’t have to read it. It’s also a love story.

Don’t try any of this at home, by the way. Use someone else’s place, as most of the activities are quite messy.

Serena and Alice: Something for the boys 1/3

Serena and Alice… aren’t they sweet?

“So what have you been up to lately – anything interesting?”
Alice asked happily. She always looked
forward to her visits to her friend Serena’s laboratory, where so many men had
been subjected to… interesting… medical procedures. All strictly in the cause of science, of
course.

“Oh”, Serena said casually.
“Not much really. I’ve been
working a bit on the male orgasm. Trying
to improve the mechanism, you know.”

Alice felt slightly disappointed. “Male orgasm?
You?” she enquired. “I thought
you didn’t really approve of males having orgasms. You always used to say that the best place
for a man’s testicles is in your medical cabinet”

Her friend smiled, and glanced lovingly at the wall covered
in wooden drawers, where her world-famous collection was housed. “True, but you have to work with what there
is.” she replied. “There are still a lot
of men in the world who are uncastrated.”
She looked sad for a moment, while Alice reminded herself for the
umpteenth time that she really must take David in to be done. She hoped Serena wouldn’t ask after him, as
it was quite an embarrassment to her that he was still complete. Fortunately, Serena very rarely showed any
signs of interest in specific, individual men.

“Yes… so as there are still men out there having orgasms, I
thought I might look into the subject” Serena continued. “See if I could… you know… improve things a
bit. It’s all rather complicated down
there, as it turns out. Lots of
different muscles, hormones. Lots of
stuff you can fiddle with.”

”Pain receptors too, of course” she added,
thoughtfully. Both ladies nodded
wisely. Both were big fans of the
concentration of pain receptors in the testicles. Indeed, Serena had identified at least
seventeen different ways of castrating a male while leaving the full complement
of pain receptors in place – or even enhancing it.

“A male orgasm is surprisingly complex, for such simple
creatures” Serena continued. “Of course,
in its effects it’s not as sophisticated as the female ecstasy. Four or five little squirts and it’s
done. But there’s a complex machinery of
hormones and chemicals, as there’s first an erection, then the testicles
prepare to spurt, while tubes constrict to hold it back, then the tubes dilate,
muscular action results in rapid excretion of the seminal fluid, and then the
erection dies down again.”

“And then he goes back in his tube for three months” Alice
thought, absently.

“Anyway” Serena continued, “a very complex mechanism. So I just thought I’d mess around with it a
bit: take a few parts out, put them back in in a different place, see what
happens if you try to run it all backwards, that kind of thing.”

“So what does happen” asked Alice, breathlessly. She was so proud to have such a clever
scientist for a friend.

“Well, mostly nothing.” Serena admitted. “Generally, if you mess around with it, it
just stops working, in one way or another. All rather fun, of course,
especially the look on their little faces when you tell them it’ll never work
again. But there’s lots of ways of doing
that, of course, as we both know.”

“Yes indeed”, Alice smiled, while furiously trying to
remember whether she was doing anything
on Tuesday. Maybe she could take David
to the clinic on Tuesday.

“But sometimes you can break things in a more amusing way”
Serena continued. “Did you know, for
example, that men can excrete semen constantly?”

“Certainly” Alice replied rather primly. “David used to masturbate constantly before
he met me. I had his old house
steam-cleaned throughout when I decided he should sell it. Goodness knows where he’d been spraying the
stuff.”

“No no” Serena remarked, kindly. “I don’t mean masturbating frequently. I mean constant release. All the time.”

Her friend just looked puzzled, so Serena picked up a small
remote control by her chair and laughingly pressed a button.

Instantly one of the men standing quietly ready for service
behind them let out an agonized shriek and collapsed to the ground, his hands
clutching ineffectively at the metal device between his legs. Alice looked over with interest to where the
man lay writhing and screaming in agony.
Blood was seeping out from underneath the metal. It was going to make quite a mess, but she
supposed that Serena had plenty of people who could clean it up.

“Sorry, wrong button” Serena muttered, and pressed another.
Another of the men staggered slightly as if shocked, and stepped smartly
forward.

“Alice and I would like to see Experiment 3564G” Serena
said, without looking at him. “Oh” she added, glancing behind and raising her
voice slightly to carry over the unceasing screams. “And you’d better have that taken away and
cleaned up.”

“Maybe leave it for just a little while longer?” Alice
asked, with a slight note of urgency in her voice.

Serena looked over at her friend, who was sweating ever so
slightly and breathing heavily.

“Of course, darling” she said, leaning forward to kiss her,
her own hand reaching gently between her friend’s legs. And the sounds of agony behind them mingled
with increasingly delighted girlish shrieks, as Alice demonstrated the
superiority of the female orgasm over any gender-inferior rivals.

The Government’s trying to encourage more girls to do science. And they should. It can be a lot of fun.

Part 2 – in which we
get on with the plot, for goodness sake

Fifteen minutes later, Experiment 3564G stood before two,
relaxed and happy ladies. He was a
rather handsome young man, smartly dressed in a business suit and neatly
groomed. Alice was a little
surprised. Generally, when men took on
names beginning with the word “Experiment” in Serena’s domain, they soon barely
appeared, sounded or acted human at all.

“He looks pretty normal to me” she said, trying to keep a
note of disappointment out of her voice.

“Oh, he is normal” Serena agreed. “He lives a fairly normal life – has a job,
drives a car. Of course, it all belongs
to me.”

“Of course” Alice said, slightly shocked. Neither lady believed that men should own
things. As Alice had once remarked to
David, her vibrator didn’t have a bank account so why should he?

“Except that he’s secreting seminal fluid right now” Serena
continued, casually.

“Is he? The dirty
little…” Alice began, reaching reflexively into her handbag for a whip.

“No no” her friend laughed.
“Look closely.”

Alice leaned forward.
There was a small damp patch on the man’s crotch. Alice’s nose wrinkled.

“Well that’s even more disgusting” she began. “I mean, he’s
not even locked up and – ”

“Doesn’t need to be” her friend remarked, languidly. Then she changed her tone quite
suddenly.

“Drop your trousers!” she barked at the ‘Experiment’, who
hurriedly complied, looking nervous. He
stood there, his genitals hanging down – still outwardly whole and (remarkably,
Alice thought) freely hanging without restraint, clamp or surgical suture. A glistening thread of slime gently descended
from the tip of his penis towards the floor, before breaking and falling as a
tiny drop.

“Oh the filthy boy!” Alice exclaimed. “Has he just come? Even David knows enough to
clean himself up after – “

And she broke off in embarrassment, for fear of giving away
her little secret about David’s continuing possession of his genitals.

But her friend was too absorbed to notice, and merely
laughed merrily.

“Not at all”, she replied.
“Look”

Alice looked again, and saw another drop slowly forming, and
eventually start its slow descent to the floor at the head of a glistening
thread.

Serena and Alice… saving the world, one boy at a time.

“Yuk” she pronounced.
“When’s it going to stop?”

“It isn’t” Serena remarked quietly.

Alice looked puzzled.
“What – not ever?”

“Not ever” her friend replied, with pride. “He just
oozes. All the time.”

“Does he enjoy it?”

“No” Serena shrugged.
“Not particularly. It doesn’t
feel like anything, I think. It just
oozes. Of course, his cock and balls
feel a bit tender. You know that feeling
that men have when they’ve just had a really big orgasm?”

Alice nodded. She
loved giving David’s balls a good hard kicking after he’d had finished – and as
his orgasms were so infrequent, they were usually pretty huge. And then there was the penis whip…maybe she’d
keep him intact just a little longer, it could be such fun.

“Well he feels like that all the time” Serena said, happily.
“Quite sensitive down there, aren’t you?” she called out, and the man – with a
frightened glance towards her knees – hurriedly agreed.

“How do you it?” Alice asked.

Serena smiled. “Oh,
it’s nothing. Anyone could do it. Oh –
as long as she’s an evil medical genius, obviously!”

She paused. There was
silence. In irritation, she reached for
the remote control and savagely stabbed a button. After a sharp intake of several breaths from
around the room, all of the men in attendance began laughing hysterically and
clapping in delight at the joke.

Serena nodded graciously.
“Enough” she said quietly, and the rapturous applause ceased.

“It’s the tubes from the testicles to the penis” she
explained. “If you dose a man up with
the right combination of hormones, you can keep them permanently dilated. The stuff just leaks out, without any
erection or muscular contraction at all.
And it’s just a little pill.
Serena’s special dilation hormone formula. No more orgasms.”

“Just a sticky mess” Alice agreed, looking in some dismay at
the spreading stain on the carpet. Perhaps that could be removed when the blood
from the earlier accidental castration was cleaned up, she thought. She liked to have things neat and tidy.

“Horrible” Serena agreed.
“But fortunately, Serena Enterprises has the solution.”

She reached for a plastic pack beside her. “Sanitary towels for men!” she announced
triumphantly. “A bit like the
traditional ladies’ ones, but more of a triangular shape, and curved. Oh – and
about five times the price.”

“Is that because they’re so much harder to manufacture?”
Alice enquired.

“No – just because I have the patent and no one else can
make them” Serena grinned. “I have half
of a giant factory complex just outside Birmingham retooling to turn these out
by the million.”

“And the other half is making…?” Alice prompted, suspecting
she already knew the answer.

“Serena’s special dilation hormone formula, to pump into the
water supply.” her friend replied, happily.
“If I can’t have an entirely captive market, I can at least have a
desperate one.”

Alice was again struck not only by her friend’s scientific
brilliance, but her commercial acumen too.
‘Why couldn’t David think of ideas like that?’, she thought with
irritation, and resolved to whip him a lot harder in future.

Part 2 next week. (here!)

Domesticated

Feral males can be such a nuisance, especially in urban areas, don’t you think? These ladies could sort all that out.

The ladies in the picture do actually seem to be carrying ~~canes. Isn’t that great?~~ swords. Not canes, swords. Oh well..maybe a quick 20 with the flat… hmmm?

This is the Chilean army according to the divine Ms Ayesha, so there we are. Chile. Long and thin. Very much so. I’ll admit I don’t know much else about Chile… but I know what I like.

A bleak lonely and miserable caption about kinky sex

If he only realised it, the triple whipping he gets occasionally is for his wedding anniversary. But men – they always forget, don’t they?

I think it’s a bit cruel. It’s not as if most men have that many brain cells to begin with.

Of course, she doesn’t use spurs and riding whip. Not on a pony.

Easy for her to say. She didn’t have to spend the night sleeping in the hotel corridor.