Good evening Ladies & gentlemen, let’s talk about testicles, shall we? Now, the sack under the penis contains two truffles and the left one hangs slightly lower than the right one. This is to prevent the grenades from knocking against each other when we walk. Otherwise we’d all sound like crippled castrates. It also prevents tweedledee & tweedledum from knocking against each other in the event of impact. Yes, a scrotum is clever dick indeed. That said, there’s a limit to what our jellybeans can take. Some Ladies for example find it highly inspiring to kick us in the groin. A major event of impact, but – according to the theory at least – we shouldn’t feel a thing. Unfortunately that’s not the case. The brutally of the kick makes our knackers rattle like castanets and the two amigos will bounce through our sack like balls in a pinball machine. In short Ladies & gentlemen: a scrotum is designed to take a blow, but is extremely vulnerable in the hands (and feet) of Women in general and ruthless Women in particular.
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A slave contract has no legal binding whatsoever and a judge would piss his pants if you would ask him about it. So in that respect it’s just a worthless piece of paper. But at the same time it’s not. Because it’s a commitment, a solemn oath, a binding agreement between two individuals, and no self-respecting slave can walk away from that. Because you don’t need the blessing of an urinating judge to understand that Women are more powerful than all the laws in the land. I came this close to signing a slave contract once, but the Mistress changed Her mind only minutes before the ceremony. She never told me why and I never had the guts to ask Her about it. It happened years and years ago, but I’m still disappointed, because I truly love the idea of a slave contract. Sign here, slave: awesome!
Now pay attention, for God’s sake, this is important: trampling and trampolining are two very different things. Trampling is taking a walk all over you, which is lovely, but relatively innocent. I know, I know: crushing your ping pong balls with Her spiky heels and such is shear agony, but it’s nothing compared to trampolining. That’s just incredibly nasty and a killer for your digestion. Because trampolining means She will use you as a human trampoline and bounce up and down your body. Some Ladies even do front- or back flips while they’re at it, like Femdom gymnasts. Your stomach ends up between your ears somewhere and your ribcage is all over the place. So if you’re looking for a lovely trampling session, then read the ads with your eyes, not with your dick. Otherwise you’ll be in for a bouncing surprise.
I sat down on a tree trunk for a while. It was so lovely out here, so quiet. But when I got up to continue my walk, I found myself surrounded by a whole bunch of Women. You’re trespassing, a dark-haired Lady said. I thought She was pulling my dick, but I kept a pokerface, apologised and tried to walk away. They started pushing me around like a cheap beach ball, which annoyed the hell out of me. I told them to piss off and ten seconds later they were all over me. They ripped the shirt from my body, dragged me to the old oak tree and tied me to it. And then, to my horror, they left me there. I stood there for hours on end, sweating like a pig, worried sick and all. They finally returned – bless them! – and ordered me to beg for the whip. I didn’t hesitate and I really put my heart into it. They whipped me allright, they whipped me beyond pain and misery. Thrashing Trespassers, one might say.
Sniffing Her shoes is supposed to humiliate us, but I think it’s a massive reward. And a simple sniff is not enough, as far as I’m concerned. That’s like taking the tiniest of sips of the best wine in the world. No, no, no: I want to dive in and inhale the scent of Female Superiority. Take a look at the first picture for example: Her shoe, glued to his face with rope. Now, that’s more like it! I could sit like that for hours on end, treasuring each and every breath. Hence: breathtaking. That Female perfume; so thrilling, so divine, so irresistible. And so addictive! No one understands that better than a Mistress; She knows we’re willing to do anything for one more sniff. In that respect we’re all junks, craving and crawling in complete submission.
He had way too much to drink that night. His Wife hated it, he knew that, but boys will be boys, you know. He woke up the next day with a massive hangover and a chastity device round his cock. He tried to pull that bloody thing off (which wasn’t a good idea) and started yelling at his Wife (which wasn’t a good idea either). He threatened to saw it off (the padlock, not his ridiculous dick), but he just didn’t have the guts to do it. Slowly but surely he began to realise that anger didn’t get him anywhere, so he started whining and sobbing like a little boy. But his Wife was like a pitbull; She had him by the balls and She wouldn’t let go. Damned Woman! He remained stubborn for three long days, but then he submitted to Her will. And that’s how it all started: with a lot of beer and a mighty hangover.
There’s something innocent, but also something pure about vintage Femdom pictures. Back in those days being submissive actually meant something. You had to go to a sexshop to buy these magazines and you’d go over the stories and pictures again and again. There weren’t that many professional Mistresses around in those days, so finding and visiting them was a big deal. The Internet changed everything and to some extent it changed Femdom as well. Being submissive is no longer something special; you’re now just a lonely voice in a huge crowd. And finding a session Mistress has never been easier. Even webcam sessions and Cyber slavery are possible nowadays. Makes you wonder what Femdom will look like a hundred years from now, doesn’t it. Will Femdom still be a reality, or merely a virtual reality. So these vintage pictures aren’t just breathtakingly beautiful, they’re sweet echoes of days gone by.
She was willing to give it a try, She said, and She told me She could be at my place in 5 minutes. Turned out She lived just around the corner, about 200 metres away from me. I’d never seen Her before in my life, but She literally was the Girl next door. She was a slim, ebony Lady, very beautiful, very tall and with legs all the way up to my ceiling. She pushed me against the wall and kneed me four, five times. Not hard, but hard enough to take my breath away. What followed was an incredibly intens session. Man, She rocked my submissive boat! She’d told me She’d never dominated a man before, but my ass and I found that hard to believe. The next morning She came back for a cup of coffee. That was totally unexpected and I couldn’t believe my luck. She’d enjoyed the session, but it was a one time thing for Her, She said. Talking about a lousy cup of coffee. We became friends for a while, but we never spoke about Femdom again.
Subio (1962-2015) changed the Femdom scene forever with his groundbreaking records. His first album, called Coming In, was released in 1983. The hypnotising sound of boots, far away in the distance at first, then loader and loader, reaching it’s climax at the end of the record, was an instant success. From a submissive point of view it was a happy album, full of hope of a life in slavery. His second album however, called Going Out (1988), was much darker. The sound of boots, fading away into nothing after exactly 73 nail biting minutes, is still considered to be one the most emotional albums of all time. Black Boots was released in 1998, Red Boots in 2001 and White Boots in 2005. Absolute masterpieces, one by one, but it’s fair to say that the sound of black boots is everyone’s favourite. Subio died last Friday, while sniffing his Wife’s boots. His record company will release a best of album round Christmas, called High Heeled Halleluja. Subio will be buried at Boot Hill.
Horse-riding, boots, beauty, dazzling outfits, brutal punishments and bullwhips; what more can a slave ask for! Well, Latin Beauties in High Heels is all about that, and more! One of my favourite Ladies is the gorgeous Mistress Kalinda. Man, She’s hotter than a mouthful of chili pepers. And I know; She looks so sweet and so innocent, doesn’t She? But Latin looks can be deceiving, my friend, because make no mistake, this Lady can be utterly ruthless. Bless Her! Watching Her do the merengue of pain with Her bullwhip is just unforgettably sexy. A Mistress like that makes 24/7 slavery look so obvious, because how on earth can you resist that kinda temperament. Some Women are simply born to rule, and Mistress Kalinda is definitely one of them. That’s why Latin Beauties in High Heels a true place of Worship.
I must have done something wrong (breathing, I guess), because She battered my ass like a drumkit. Then She left me where I was: cuffed to the Saint Andrew’s cross. Don’t know for how long; time flies when you have a sore ass. Anyway, She entered the room again and touched my back with Her fingers. It made me shiver of happiness. Her long nails took a walk all over my back, slowly and almost sensual at first, but then rougher and rougher. Before long She scratched and clawed me with a vengeance and I could feel Her razor-sharp nails ripping through my flesh like a hot knife through butter. She cut me to shreds and I rattled my cuffs in agony. Didn’t do me much good though, because She tore my epidermis apart like a wildcat. A nail biting experience, I can tell you that much.
I don’t know Her name, but She works at the supermarket near my home. She’s tall and always wears a ponytail (so sexy) and jeans. Now, I’ve seen quite a few jeans in my life, thank you very much, but She’s the Queen of Jeans, no question about it. One look is enough to make my teeth rattle like castanets. What a glorious day it would if She would sit down on my face in Her tight jeans! Smothering me into oblivion and beyond. Have you ever had a bad time in Levi’s, She would ask while rubbing Her jeanny ass in my face. And I would say something like: Mffffo Mmifffmfeff . Yeah, sweet dreams are made of jeans. A site that specialises in 501’s is Jeanssitting of course, a must see for everyone who’s into brutal jeans.
Ladies and….uh…male things, Femdom Times Productions proudly presents it’s 100th post! Well, that’s yelling and screaming for a celebration, wouldn’t you say? So Ladies, give that lucky swine a special 100 treat today. Just for the fun of it. For example: 100 kicks to the groin, 100 lashes with the whip, 100 face slaps or 100 strokes with the cane. Or go for the 100 minutes treat: 100 min. nipple clamps, 100 min. butt plug, 100 min. trampling, 100 min. in a cage, a cellar, a closet, on the roof. Unowned slaves can do their bit as well of course. For example, spend 100 ¥, £, €, $, ₳, ฿ on your favourite Mistress. Or what about 100 days in chastity for the good cause. Or, if you’re more the horny-all-over kinda guy: 100 orgasms in 10 days. I wonder if you can pull that off. Anything goes really, just be creative and celebrate.