The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 4 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation]

**Jenine**

The spirit of those, who don´t let themselves tyrannized, is always free! Therefore you must put a fight and you must feel pain as an evidence that tyrants noticed you. So I hesitated only a very little before turning room 35, the supposed site of love unholy in every way, into battlefield.

I was expected there by two sluts in their 20´s. Totally nude one was eating some hot rice at the table, the other one was just lying, decorated with giant shiny strap on. The great expectations.

Nobody had to remind us that we are supposed to obey, or we´ll be sorry and sore. I´ve counted on that, since somebody has to lead by example. None of us three said a word. I just went to that dull face filled up with food and after my best frowning I simply gave her slap with open palm, polluting the table and the carpet with the white muck. I lifted up the slut and then threw her on the floor, her nude figure now showing bent leg, paralysed in shock and also slightly twisted back, covered by brown hair. The events unfolding went quickly with me not daring to care. The slut with a strap on turned around simple switch on a wall just above the pillows and jumped nervously to the other side with the arms spread out, which made a short comical sight. The door opened after buzzing. Well, I wouldn´t think the bullies would be far…Trio of female wardens had obvious picture to behold. Straponed slut was now covering behind them, the other was crawling under the table.

(F25) Poker game humiliation [group] [gloryhole] [surprise]

So fair warning upfront this involves some surprise twists and may not be for everyone. But I still get wet thinking about. I’m pretty attractive between c cups and my athletic build.

My SO and I have a very kinky relationship. We’ve been escalating for sometime. Him being dom and me being into forced humiliation. This included for my birthday he tied me up and had a friend of his fuck me while I was blindfolded. I still dont know who he was. But that’s a different story.

This was the result of a poker night where he wanted to take it to the next level. Poker night for his friends was always serious. They usually played once a month for 100 each with 6-8 guys. So pretty big pot. We planned out what would happen but in true dom fashion even though I knew what to expect he still found a way to embarrass me.

The Initiate [BDSM], [non cons], [MFF]

Not long after my eighteenth birthday, a close family friend introduced me to an exclusive club for the rich and powerful. It didn’t have a name. Supposedly it wasn’t even a legal entity. It was just referred to as The Club. Very ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ you may be thinking. Yes and no. It wasn’t free. Dad was footing the bill, of course, because my education has always been paramount to him. I found out later that he could have bought me a Foggy Bottom brownstone for what my membership cost but I would come to appreciate his investment.

Once a year the club held a party at a secret location in the DC area to welcome new members. Becoming a member when most guys my age were still cruising malls to meet chicks was meant to demonstrate to me that limitations were for little people as if that hadn’t already been the lesson of my entire life up til now.

The Story of Cunt – Day Seven [last day] [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Seven

Cunt had a dream that night: she was a champion nude wrestler taking on a stronger contender. As she went to grapple, her noodle arms gave way, leading to her being grabbed around the waste and overpowered. Her opponent pulled her to the ground and held her down, pushing her knee into Cunt’s back before slapping her on the ass. The slap awoke her to the realization that this wasn’t a dream. Cunt opened her mouth to protest, but a hand quickly covered her mouth. She attempted to scream through the mouth, but a second person quickly jumped on her back and pulled her throat up into a camel clutch, quickly choking her and stopping her from screaming. The first man stepped up in front of her and slapped her in the face. This was when Cunt realized that this was the man who had pissed on her the night before.

The Story of Cunt – Day Five [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Five

Cunt woke up, feeling the sticky residue on her face. She took a quick moment to clean her face before Mistress arrived. Anticipating Mistress’ arrival, Cunt fixed her collar, held her leash and got down on her knees in front of the door. Mistress entered moments later, happy to see the obedient slut before her. She patted her on the head, took her leash from her and off they went. They arrived in a sterile room, looking like a mixture between a pristine bathroom and medical theatre. Cunt was shackled to the ground in position and awaited what was to come, as Mistress walked away behind her.

This is when Cunt heard water. She took a guess at what was to come, which was confirmed when she felt something invade her asshole. This wasn’t some thing plastic object either. This was a thick, cold metallic object opening her up, preparing her for the arrival of what she could only hope was warm water. She was being given an enema. The water shot into her with the force of a sledgehammer, making her wince, ending as soon as it began. Well, ending step one at least. She was no preparing for step two.

BITTER PILL Chapter 6 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

Bitter Pill Ch 6

In the past year while my plan to own my mother has taken shape I have not been entirely alone. I met a woman last summer who been helping me to prepare for this night. Mom and I would be meeting her later.

Beatings, drugs and sleep deprivation were all tools I planned on using to achieve my goal, but ultimately the victim had to believe that they were helpless. I enjoyed the bondage, but I knew once she fully grasped just how hopeless her situation was I wouldn’t need cuffs to control her.

She was going to learn that subservience to me was her only option if she didn’t want to give up the good life. Maybe less good now that I owned her, but I still felt I could make her accept the new paradigm even if she didn’t love it.

“You know I don’t need to tie you down? You get that, right?” She said nothing but started to stand up from the bed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Where are you going? You need my permission to leave.”

The Story of Cunt – Day Four [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Four

Cunt woke up at 6 AM. Remembering the previous morning, she quickly jumped out of bed, naked and bruised, and got down on her knees, ready for Mistress’ arrival. She has no idea what to expect today, but she was prepared for anything. She quickly grabbed her leash, held it out in front of her and waited. The morning preparation submissive showed up, saw her ready and gave her a deep kiss on the mouth, a sign of sorority. Mistress came in with her crop, but was surprised to see Cunt ready. This was the closest that she had come to smiling since Cunt’s arrival. Clearly, her methods were working. As Mistress approached, Cunt once again attempted to lick at her crotch, earning a slap for it. She handed Mistress her leash and they were off.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 3 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Dubcon] [Humiliation]

**Therese**

When I tried to imagine, there´s nobody here, I was lonely. When I looked at those around, I felt trapped, not very comforted by others in a similar predicament. Granted, this day actually started peacefully for me and from what I´ve heard, I was more lucky than many of us. Excercise can refresh you in a splendid way and it mostly did for me, little Barbara and countless others when we were taken into gym. First aerobic lesson, than instruments pumped our blood, the only thing distracting being now shouting of FASTER!. I was grateful there were not male wardens for now, but I didn´t realize how short-lived this luck was meant to be today.

I always understood that you can sense the God through His creation alone, but the heart points towards Him especially when we are desperate. I was truly feeling something, when I was sending prayers silently, just not the utter liberation, far from it. His test was just beginning.

I know that I started to choking on shame during that awful examination of my intimate body. Doctor had to wipe my tears several times in order I could see the view screen and I was sobbing back in my white bra and panties as I returned with Barbara to the room, where we sat on my bed.

Emily’s Submission [MF] [Group] [BDSM] [College]

Emily decided to take her professor up on his offer to help students with their research paper. She was completely competent enough to get an A- on her own, but she was one of those girls who strove for perfection in everything. It wasn’t that she had some huge ambition that she focused her efforts toward. In fact, you might even call her aimless, because she still was unsure of what she wanted to do after graduating with her English degree next year. Emily’s quest for perfection instead was rooted in her need to feel the approval of others—especially her superiors. It was the result of her parents’ way of reinforcing behavior when she was a child. So her decision to meet with Professor Manning was less out of a desire to get a 4.0 instead of a 3.7, but because for some reason impressing him was really important to her.

She took the elevator up to the third floor of the Drummond building and walked all the way around it trying to find office 351. The floor map was unhelpful, and if she had just taken a left from the elevator instead of going straight, she would have been there in no time. She was now three minutes late and felt a little bit stupid for the mistake. She came to his half open door and knocked on it apprehensively, not knowing if she should just walk in or not.

The Story of Cunt – Day Three [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

Day Three

Cunt awoke to the sound of footsteps sneaking into her room. She opened her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror. She was happy with everything so far; she was still a smokeshow! As the footsteps got closer, she pretended to still be asleep, as she became aware of the nearby submissive, the same one who awoke her the morning before. She was preparing for the soft kiss, but instead, she was treated to a leashed collar being placed around her neck, followed by the sound of the same feet running away from her. Well, that was odd, but at least she finally had her collar. She opened her eyes just in time to see her door being thrown open. In the doorway stood Mistress.

Cunt felt like she hadn’t spoken much in her time here and, as Mistress stood silently in her doorway, she thought this might account for why she looked so mad, madder than usual even. Cunt opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately met by Mistress’ spit, going expertly directly into her mouth. She instinctively went to spit it out, but Mistress had other ideas, slapping her hard across the face, causing both of their saliva to smear across her reddening face. Before she had a chance to react, Mistress grabbed Cunt’s leash and pulled her to the ground in front of her, taking the opportunity to place her heeled shoes across Cunt’s outstretched hands, holding her in place.