Author: lovelene96

Sissy abduction, part 2: kidnapped and sold to a Mistress. [MTF20/F38/M24/M29][non-consent][femdom]

━ And now what? She has ordered us to present her with the new female slave tomorrow. How, for the love of god, you could not recognize a fucking tranny? Are you a fag yourself, or what?

I heard one of the men speaking angrily as the door to my cell opened. Two bald men with tattoos, in black clothes and leather heavy-boots, entered. They turned the bright light on, and I felt knives piercing my eyeballs. They both looked at me with disgust. Somehow it didn’t stop them from raping me for hours the day before.

━ Fuck! You stupid cunt, that twat is useless! ━ The man was visibly furious and lost it, shouting frantically. His voice filled me with fear. I heard his tone and I knew it won’t be okay. He’s going to hurt me. I felt unbearable pain. He kicked me in the stomach, in anger.

━ Stop it. You fucked him up enough. The whore is barely breathing and looks ugly as fuck with all the blood. If he’ll kick the bucket and start rotting here, we’re even more screwed, than we already are. Read more »

Sissy Abduction

Trigger warning: non-consent, graphic details

It was yet another sleepless night. I was staring at my bedroom ceiling with my stomach tied into a knot. A glance at my phone told me there were exactly 47 minutes until the alarm. I dreaded that moment.

10 hours of slaving away at a restaurant, taking insults with a smile on my face, and dodging calls from debt collectors. The rent is due on Friday. I need good tips to pay for it. I started to feel nauseous and closed my eyes for a minute and the alarm started drilling into my brain.

Still half asleep, I opened the bathroom door. In the bright, pale mirror light I was looking rather ghastly. I could use a glow-up day at the spa. Christ, I’d kill for it. I examined my slightly swollen eyes with heavy, dark circles, brownish roots on my platinum-blond hair, and dry skin. Definitely, I could pretty myself up, but I was still convinced nobody could guess. I had a little secret. Since I moved states and cut ties with my family I dressed and behaved like a girl, but I wasn’t born one. Read more »

Mistress’ first submissive [F20/M20]

I am proud to say that I never was particularly ashamed of my sexuality in general. On the contrary, typically for a slightly ignorant kid, I felt above those I deemed as being subjugated and repressed. While my girlfriends were terrified of being labeled a slut, I was genuinely distasted by their train of thoughts.

“I am going to do exacly what I want, when I want it, and how I want it!“

— 18-year-old me.

I’m not this overconfident now, by the way. A mistress or not – life teaches you humility. It is not to say that I valued being sexually adventurous in itself. I simply never accepted making the sacrifice of something so innocent and natural in the name of outdated beliefs that were intended to control women.

Make sure no one finds out what kind of porn you watch
All this showoff rebellion was only up to a point. I was not fully aware of what femdom or being a Mistress is yet, but the inclination was growing. While venturing through pornhub categories I’d often watch BDSM videos. Usually of maledom type, since this is always what you find first. I’d always reimagine the scene with roles reversed, though. It wasn’t long before I learned what pegging is, and that’s when I started being embarrassed about my kink. Read more »

Femdom High-protocol [Femdom][BDSM]

For some slaves, only strict and narrowly defined rules work. This type of submissive will have difficulties showing their dedication and effort if they are stripped of the structure that high-protocol provides. I enjoy slaves that show creativity and willingness in finding new ways to please me. I do understand, however, that laying out easy-to-understand rules is necessary for some.

Keep in mind, that the rules below are only exemplary guidelines. There’s no universal set of rules that work of everyone. At the beginning of each relationship involving a contract, rules need to be mutually negotiated. Otherwise, it’s abuse, not BDSM.

1. Slave’s masturbation and chastity
The slave will restrain from pleasuring himself without Mistress’s permission.

Mistress will lock a slave in a remotely controlled chastity cage of a Mistress’s choice.

The slave will have the right to remove their chastity cage when he is in danger such as medical situation.

Removing the chastity device or tampering with it automatically qualifies for harsh discipline (see punishments clause).

The slave will ask for permission before posting anything on sex-related websites and apps. Read more »

Mistress’ Journal

A LIFETIME AGO

Ever since I was a little girl, I had this anger, simmering inside me. I was angry because everyone around me seemed to think that they can tell me what to do, how to behave, and when to keep quiet. I was a girl, and therefore I was expected to be meek and docile.

A girl is not supposed to be talking back like this!

Help mommy wash the dishes, never mind that your brother is playing on your computer. That’s what a girl does!

Aren’t you afraid of doing this? A girl should be more careful!

And so on, and so on. You get the idea. With each comment I heard, the more I wanted to prove that I’m going to be just the opposite. It didn’t matter if it was good for me or if I enjoyed it. I just wanted to show everyone!

BEFORE A DOMINANT WOMAN, THERE’S A SOMEWHAT DOMINANT GIRL Read more »

Troubles arise [part1][non-consent][kidnapping][torture]

1.

It was yet another sleepless night. I was staring at my bedroom ceiling with my stomach tied into a knot. A glance at my phone told me there are exactly 47 minutes until the alarm. I dreaded that moment.

10 hours of slaving away at a restaurant, taking insults with a smile on my face, and dodging calls from debt collectors. The rent is due on Friday. I need good tips to have it paid. I started to feel nauseous. It was not uncommon these days. I would often feel the need to vomit after my morning coffee. I closed my eyes for a minute and the alarm started drilling into my brain. Dear God, why?

I was still half asleep when I opened the bathroom door. In the bright, pale mirror light I was looking rather ghastly. I could use a glow-up day at the spa. Christ, I’d kill for it. I examined my slightly swollen eyes with heavy, dark circles, brownish roots on my platinum-blond hair, and dry skin. I was angry at myself for having to waste away my beauty. Read more »