Author: Mistress_Zoe

Femdom Village (2)

In the main building in the Mineral Beauty spa, there was an outdoor fitness area where the submissive men had fitness sessions lead by the town’s all female police force. The Chief of Police, Persephone was in charge of the session that day accompanied by members of the police force. They wore blue tank tops with blue shorts and impeccable white tennis shoes that matched their uniforms. Persephone checked the weather online and said to her female subordinates, “Looks like there is a storm coming today.”

“We will not be able to use the cattle prods, oh well … nothing we can do about that. Tell the others we are going to use the whips today and have their raincoats ready. Today is going to be a wet day.” “As you wish, madam,” said the female subordinate as she rendered a salute to her commanding officer and left to notify the others. Chief Persephone and a group of female officers went out to the fitness area where a group of submissive men were already waiting for them. All the men were completely naked except for their respective collars around their necks and plastic cock cages.
The men were on their knees looking at the floor waiting for instructions. “Pathetic slaves, all of you look like fat pigs. You’re an embarrassment to your Mistresses,” Chief Persephone said while she cracked the whip. “But as luck would have it, you will be at my complete disposal today. Don’t worry, I have permission from your Mistresses to have fun at your expense, UNDERSTAND YOU MISERABLE PIGS!!” As Chief Persephone said this thunder is heard from a distance. “As you wish,” said all the submissive men in unison while they shivered outside in the cold. “All right, stand up, start running … MOVE!,” said Persephone. Immediately, the submissive men stood up and began running around the track. Read more »

The Submissive Professor (9)

received a text message from my Femdom Mistress Michelle around 10 am. My class begins at 1 pm. The message said, “11 am be in front of my apartment door. Knock and walk in and remove all your clothing except for your g-string and stockings I gave you to wear. Wait for me on your knees, hands on your head, looking down. I had little time to prepare. At 12 pm I was at her door.

I knocked and entered. I undressed and waited for Mistress in the position she had ordered me to be in, on my knees, thighs spread apart, hands on my head, looking down. I anxiously waited a few minutes. What was she going to do to me? Was she going to free me from my cock cage? Her sublime feet in heels soon entered my field of vision. My Femdom Mistress walked behind me and placed a collar with a leash on my neck. She yanked on the collar to make me go on all fours.
Follow me dog!” She guided me without any hesitation to the living room. I kept looking down and I discovered other feet, also in heels. But it was not Jessica’s. I was paralyzed with fear immediately. Did we forget your manners, whore? Do you know how a dog should greet a femdom mistress???”, Michelle said.” “.. I. … You what, my pet?” I was paralyzed when I recognized Chloe, one of my students. She was gorgeous, slender, and rather modest. I blushed immediately and I awkwardly advanced towards her feet to honor her. Read more »

The Femdom Village

A chef from one of the restaurants his wife owns and a baker in another restaurant who was a kind elderly man who with the support from the femdom village achieved the rank of master baker. The femdom village received many tourists who were eager for the opportunity to practice female domination. Tourists knew in advance the activities that were carried out. Before entering the village, each visitor had to go to the New Visitor kiosk, where they were explained the rules within the femdom village. Female tourists had to be at least 18 years old and men had to be 21 years old to enter the village.

The women had freedom to go anywhere in the village while the men had to remove their clothes and leave them at the New Visitor kiosk along with wearing a chastity belt, and a collar and leash so they are always led by their Mistress. The collar had a barcode that had the Mistress ID so anyone that scanned the barcode knew who he belong to. Men could not use money in any establishment unless their Mistress gave them permission to buy something. In the femdom village, men resorted to being sexual objects or assistants to women. Read more »

The Sensual Supervillain, Killer Frost

The sadistic dominant woman lowered her hips on his dick and started fucking him. “Don’t cum before me or I will punish you for it,” she said. Killer Frost’s icy skin made him thrust his cock inside of her more forcefully as the icy cock ring on his dick started to melt. He came moments before she could cum. The angry villain punched him in the stomach, “Well, well, since you decided to cum before me, it’s time I punish you,” Frost said. Using her icy powers, she created an icy shaped dildo and inserted it inside her vagina, “Open your mouth Michael.” Before he could protest, she shoved the icy dildo into the boy’s mouth and forced him to suck on it hard. “Come on Michael, you’re going to see how much you like sucking cock,” said the sadistic dominant woman to the frightened hostage. Read more »

A Bull’s First Time

“For me?” I asked. “Already, you must see something special in me.” I let out a small giggle and she let out a vocal smirk. I thanked her and opened the gift. It looked like a collar with tag that read, “BDSM Bull”. I giggled thinking it was joke that had to do with our earlier conversation. She grabbed it and told me to allow her to put it on me. Of course I accepted. I was thinking she and I were going to have sex soon. She snapped it on and we started to walk in. Just then another car pulled up and a few more guys got out, each with BDSM bull collars on their necks as well. Read more »

The Last Submissive

As I said, my axis had tilted; I was beginning to feel more like a woman than a man. After several months of this, one Thursday night while I cuddled in bed with Mistress Hunter and we watched a late-night talk show, she dropped the bomb on me. Clicking off the TV, she flipped over on top, smiling, looking down on me fondly, her thighs straddling my waist, my cock limp under her crotch, and she said, “Paulina, I so love having you submit to me as a woman. Don’t you love it, too, darling?”

I stared into those blue eyes, that beautiful face, her gorgeous breasts plumping out of her pajamas, this primal, alpha woman of my dreams, and I replied, not untruthfully, “Yes, Mistress.” She smiled. “I’m so pleased to hear you say that. Because . . . because, dear, I’ve been searching for a submissive like you all my life, I have always wanted to turn a man into my woman and have her that way—forever. You’d be my last submissive. I want you to consider that. I know it’s a big step, darling, but I’d like you to consider a lifetime commitment, becoming a female submissive for me.” I looked up at her, speechless. Then she began stroking my cock, which strangely, for the first time in days, grew hard, hormones or no hormones. Like it was a big clitoris saying, ‘Hell yes, I want this!” Fucking traitor cock. I was putty in her hands. I stammered, “Wha.. what do you mean, Mistress? You want to always wear women’s clothing and treat me like a woman, your sissy slave?” Read more »

Journey Of A Submale Slave (3)

“The second choice you have is that you get to eat a plate a food but no wanking off…which will it be? Remember sub slave, we are the sum total of our choices.” I begged her to let me cum while I smelled and licked her shiny PVC boots; they smelled like a new car…lol. She marveled and radiated a sunny disposition while I licked the tip of her stiletto heel. It was like the fragrant optimism of a woman that spent her days tanning or shopping on the elegant cobblestone streets of Cartagena, Colombia. Read more »

Sonja, The Sadistic Mistress (2)

Sonja, the sadistic mistress picked the long, thin horsewhip from the table and moved to stand behind him. “Count them the way Jayne tried to teach you; if you make a mistake, ANY mistake, we start back at one,” with that she raised the whip over her head. Tony tensed up automatically, heard the swish of the movement of the whip through the air and then his ass exploded in pain. “Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!” was all that was able to escape his lips. After a pause of maybe 2-3 seconds, she raised the whip again, and again threw the whip across Tony’s buttocks, causing yet another scream and nothing more. Read more »

Trained As Her FuckToy (1)

He felt one set of hands let go of his shoulders and from the corner of his eye saw a figure move away and return holding something dark in it’s hands. He glimpsed a naked female form as it approached but instead of a human face he saw a cat and a matching tail behind. That was the last he saw as a leather hood enclosed his head and a rubber gag slipped into his mouth.

As the hood was tightened over his head he heard the husky voice again, slightly muffled now as his ears were covered. “I have been employed by your Mistress to prepare you for your first session as her plaything. You will be masked and restrained until she decides that you are compliant enough. You will obey her at all times, if you have any thoughts of not doing so; the video of you sucking my cock will be released on Youtube tagged with your name and phone number.
Further pictures are being taken of you as I speak so that should prove effective insurance of your silence and compliance. Your helmet is complete with a dildo connected to the other side of your gag for your Mistress’s pleasure and you should now be able to feel one of my pussycats inserting the butt plug tail that will prepare your virgin ass for your Mistress if she requires that as well.” Read more »

The Erotic Tales Of Mistress Cindy

I waved him over and he sat next to me. I didn’t want to seem desperate so I initiated the usual small talk. Where are you from, what do you do for a living, blah, blah, blah..All the while I kept thinking, “I want to fuck you!” After a few hours of small talk and and 3 Margaritas, I reached down his pants and whispered in his ear, “let’s go back to my place, Paul it’s time Mistress Cindy makes you her bitch.” I was pleasantly surprised to find a nice, big hard cock in those pants. By this time, I was so wet there was cum dripping from the sides of my g-string. Read more »