Femdom slavery has way too many exits, I think. We’re free to change our mind, switch or walk away from it all whenever we feel like it. That’s why there’s never any garlic in my house you see, because I hope to be enslaved by a Vampire Queen one day. These Ladies don’t believe in second thoughts or anything, hell no! After the turning there’s only blind obedience, divine devotion and eternal slavery. Now, that’s what I call a turn-on. A Vampire Lady can bedazzle you with Her everlasting beauty, hypnotise you at will and She’s strong enough to lift you up with one finger and throw you across the room. Worth dying for, as the story goes. Hard to find though, such a Lady. The closest I ever came to a Vampirella was at Second Life where I became the virtual slave of a virtual Vampire Lady. Even that was unforgettable. In spite of the open windows and a sign at my front door saying: Female Vampires Welcome, nothing happens. Disappointing, I must say. Because I’m here, I’m ready, and I honestly think it’s now my turn(ing).
FDC-7 (aka Femdom Camp-7) certainly lived up to its reputation of being one of the most brutal in the land. Hard labour, dark and damp cells and ruthless Guards who stopped at nothing to humiliate and punish us. The work on the escape tunnel started in February. It was incredibly difficult and backbreaking work, but the idea of outsmarting these bloody Women kept us going. Digging for Victory, we called it. After six long and exhausting months the tunnel finally reached the tree line outside the barbed wire fence. On August the 17th, at 00.30 AM, we crawled our way out of that dreadful place. It was a pitch-dark night, no moon, and we really thought we were free at last. But then the searchlights went on and we found ourselves surrounded by merciless Guards. We were locked up in underground cells where they punished us for weeks on end. So we weren’t digging for Victory after all; we were digging for Misery.
Some people still think that public humiliation means crawling through the streets of London all day long, sitting naked underneath the Eiffel Tower or standing on Times Square wearing a dogs outfit. Most of the time it’s a lot more subtle than that, I assure you. A Mistress took me to a shop once and told me to wait near the entrance. After 20 minutes or so She elbowed Her way to me, grabbed my ear and dragged me to the counter. There She took the wallet from my pocket and paid for the goods. Two of the Ladies behind the counter looked baffled, the third one however smiled approvingly. That’s public humiliation as well, but that isn’t so bad, is it? Two days later I had to wear a T-shirt with the text I am a Slave printed on it. It put me in the spotlights and several people laughed and joked about it. If anything, it made me feel proud. In public a Mistress is even more powerful than She already is. So enjoy the moment, that’s all there is to it, really.
The leash makes me howl like a horny dog on a highway. To me it’s the pinnacle of Female Power and humiliation. But a Lady can leash your cock and balls as well, of course. And that’s a whole different ballgame altogether. Because that’s not just humiliating, it can be bloody painful as well. As long as you follow Her like a good boy, everything is fine. It seldom is, needless to say. So things can get rather nasty as soon as Mistress starts yanking your scrotum all over the place. Let alone if She’s in a ruthless, no-nonsence mood. Take picture no. 16 for example, that’s an absolute masterpiece. So simple and yet so devastatingly effective. It’s the genuine fear of losing your precious marbles that makes leashing your totem scrotum so lovely.
Your poor empty head is right underneath the toilet seat, waiting for a Lady to piss all over you. A human toilet bowl, how cool is that! Well, good news: there’s a new pee on the block called Piss Domination. The site opened its doors a few months ago and it’s already a must see for pee lovers. Some of their Ladies will use you as an ashtray while they’re at it, others spit on you and they’ll all humiliate you to the core before peeing you to pieces. Miss Tangent for example will boil your nuts first with Her dominant voice before extinguishing the fire with Her priceless pee. Incredibly sexy! And if you really want to see something exclusive, then watch their movie called Veruca James’ Covered Present. Man, that’s not peeing, that’s a flood! The slave probably drowned while shooting that clip. The navigation panel at Piss Domination is very simple and movies can be downloaded in SD, HD, Full HD (1920×1080). The site is mobile and tablet compatible. Pictures can be downloaded separately or as Zip files. Easy does it. The site is updated weekly and there are some fifty soaking wet movies online right now. So get your goggles and take a pee….uh…peek.
I was a somewhat bewildered when She came back with my transparant kitchen foil (aka kitchen wrap). I mean: was She about to lecture me on food, ovens and microwaves? She didn’t of course, She used it for bondage. Ten minutes later I was wrapped in foil from neck to toe and I couldn’t move a muscle. Quite astonishing, because foil is thinner than my brain, but it’s incredibly strong. I was now trapped and wrapped in a cozy cocoon and there was no way in the world I could wriggle myself out of it. Before long I was sweating all over the place. I was hot, so to speak, which was a whole new experience. She kept me boiling in misery for quite some time and I loved it. A Lady can also boil your tiny brain in the meantime of course, by smothering you. Or She can leave your ass (or genitals) sticking out of the foil for further use. A harsh spanking while being roasted on the Femdom Grill, how lovely is that.
Asian Ladies & Facesitting, that’s when Walhalla and Heaven get together for the party of the century. In that respect Facesitting Japan was a soaking wet dream come true. Unfortunately the site closed it doors a couple of years ago. One of her stars was the lovely and iconic Aya Nagashima. Almost the entire picture gallery below is dedicated to Her. She didn’t smother Her slaves into oblivion to punish them or anything, She used them as cushions and such. Functional Femdom, I would say. And I love that. As the great Jango Edwards once sang:
Life could be oh so sweet
if I was a bicycle seat
Ride, ride limbo treat
sit on me, I’m a bicycle seat
My personal trainer (aka Wild Bull) showed me the difference between the uppercut and the lower end, between knocked out and knocked up. I worked on my technique, ran like a rabbit and went on a diet. So I was ready to crumble that day. My opponent was a good looking Lady called Demolitia. Silly name, I thought. When the bell rang for the 1st round I came at Her like a madman. She was quicker than a slimly eel in a bucket of snot, so I knocked out some air without ever hitting Her. Her first punch felt like being run over by a freight train. A long one. She could’ve finished the match there and then, but She didn’t. She wanted me to suffer. So I had several close encounters with the canvas, but Her punches were hard enough to knock me down, not out. She took me up to three hammering and humiliating rounds, then She got tired of me. She landed a devastating uppercut on my chin and it was all starry, starry night after that. She put Her foot on my head in a victory pose and the crowd went crazy. What a knock-out!
She had a surprise in store for me, She wrote, so I was beyond curious when I stepped out of the plane that day. Asking Her about it was useless, I knew that, I just had to wait and see. On the second day of my visit She dragged me to Her sister’s house (who wasn’t there at the time) and ordered me to clean the place. I know how much you love cleaning, She said, so this is a special gift from Me to you. No need to thank Me, slave, you’re welcome. I couldn’t believe my ears. I was so flabbergasted that I forgot to thank Her properly. Which didn’t go down well. Maybe She thought it fell on deaf ears or something, because She grabbed both my ears, twisted them 360° and tried to pull them off my head at the same time. Sweet smothers, I hoo-hooted like an owl and danced up and down in agony. I screamed I was all ears now and that cleaning the place was music to my ears. She kept me dancing for several minutes and ordered me to go to work. Needless to day I kept an ear to the ground the rest of the day. (H)ear, (h)ear.
Bill was the new kid on the block in class 4C. It didn’t worry him a bit, because he was tall, broad shouldered and strong. He knew the boys would all look up to him, and the Girls…well, like moths to a flame, as his dad used to say. It was a weird class though. The boys were all very timid and almost scared, it seemed. Bill didn’t understand why, but he’d soon find out. It happened on a Wednesday afternoon in the gym, when ten Girls of his class walked in. He didn’t have a clue, but that changed when Lisa kicked him excruciatingly hard in the groin. He went down like with a groan and then they were all over him. Twenty seconds later they had him pinned down to the floor, with two Girls sitting on each arm and two on each leg. He struggled like a caveman with an attitude, but he couldn’t get up. Then that Lisa bitch sat down on his chest and told him about Femdom and such. He cursed like a sailor on leave. They slapped and kicked him for two long hours, spat on him, and four of them pissed all over him. He didn’t learn much at that school to be honest, but he did learn an awful lot about male slavery.
The artwork of the Japanese artist Kamitora is gorgeous, sexy, powerful and humorous at the same time. Female Domination is just one of his many niches, and as he explains: the action is always focused on the male being dominated rather than the female who’s dominating. Women in my femdom pics are much more interested in playing with their male toys than receiving praise or adoration from their slaves. It’s more “male submissive” than “Female Dominant”. Still, watching these guys in distress, with their mammoth dicks flying all over the place, is just a treat for the eyes. His official fanclub keeps you up to date with his awesome work.
Princess Cindi is young, sexy & wicked. A Girl like that sets your soul ablaze and becomes part of your submissive DNA. Who wouldn’t want to be owned by Me, She says in one of Her movies. Awesome! I love Her clips, but regrettably not all of them. In one of them She targets your wife, dismissing her as a cow who spends her whole life popping out baby’s and destroying her body. She suggests you should leave that fat, ugly ass and spend your money on Her instead. I think that’s just rude, tasteless and disrespectful. I’ve met quite a few married slaves who’s Wives weren’t into all this, but who allowed their husband to frequently visit and serve a Mistress. These Women should be honoured, not ridiculed. And what’s next: targeting your children, your friends, your parents because YOU are submissive? Come on! Saying it’s all a joke or part of being submissive is nonsense. If that’s the future or Femdom then God help us. Besides, what does it say about Ladies who dismiss other Women as cows. It only shows I guess, how ridiculously far websites are willing to go nowadays. Femdumb if you ask me. But as said: most of Her movies are cool, so visit Her if you like at Miami Mean Girls.
Technically speaking Hand Over Mouth smother (aka HOM smother) does not exist, because you can’t smother a man just by putting a hand over his mouth. Unless he has a terrible cold perhaps. So it’s Hand Over Mouth & Nose really. But anyway, HOM is a bit like facesitting with hands, or smothering without a butt, if you like. Lots of Ladies will tell you that oxygen is hugely overrated and they’ll go the extreme lengths to proof their point. Hence the saying: breathtaking Ladies. In my book the Schoolgirl-Pin combined with HOM smothering is probably one of the sexiest ways to turn pinky purple. On the other hand; being tied, cuffed, chained or wrapped in foil while Mistress decides to let Her hands do all the talking, is also quite unforgettable. Not to mention a ruthless HOM smothering interrogation! Conclusion: HOM smothering is awesome, in any shape or form. Luckily HOM-Smother specialises in this, so take a deep breath and pay them a visit. They’re a breath of fresh air, so to speak.
Getting them is bloody painful, but losing them is almost unbearable. Marks I mean. They’re the remainders & reminders of your suffering. Femdom Watermarks, brutal lessons carved in flesh. During my very first SM-session the Mistress pulled out Her bullwhip. It scared the crap out of me, to be honest, but I’d told Her She could do with me whatever She wanted, so I closed my eyes and waited. Blimey, the kiss of a bullwhip is quite different from any other whip, I assure you. The Mistress enjoyed Herself tremendously and my agony only seemed to fuel Her enthusiasm. I couldn’t see it at the time, but when I looked at myself in the mirror that evening, I had the Nazca lines all over me. Awesome! So wear your marks with pride, because they’re living proof of your obedience and your devotion. If I would get myself a tattoo, I would go for a whole bunch of realistic looking marks. Now, there’s a niche for you, hehe.
Of all the animals in the world, the human horse is my favourite. Crawling round and round on hands and knees with a leaking boner between your legs; it’s just sensational. We’ll get into shoulder-riding and carts later, but for know let’s stick to all fours. Using reins (or a simple piece of rope) puts Mistress in pole position and it’s now up to Her if it’s going to be a playful or a painful ride. As you can see in the picture gallery the ride itself can be pretty harmless. Humiliating, but harmless. That changes as soon as Mistress ropes your cock & balls and pulls you through, so to speak. Or when a second Lady joins in and forces you to go faster and faster by using whips, canes, paddles and what not. But things get really rough with spurs. That’s shear agony and it’s a trill to watch these men suffer beyond words. So Giddy Up, have some hay and go, go, go!