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.

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, cutie 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.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 2 – Zita [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Spanking]

**Zita**

I tried to finally relax, all the sounds, one over another, aside. Breathing calmly, mud all over and around me, I´ve herd movement in the safe distance. When I understood the match is over, I actually freezed even more and I waited when they will tell us to stand down.

As it turned down, they didn´t bother. After the ship´s engine came and stopped, those who didn´t go on their own, were just taken in the big muscled up arms. That meant I enjoyed unpleasant bits of squeezing in the places the guard found pleasant. After that I had even smaller will to move in the boat anymore, straightening my legs only when it docked inside, far from lustful spectators. Our ballgags were removed and I was one little step closer to real humanity.

“Most of you were adequate, girls,” said the female warden. “There will be no punishments given and four people will be rewarded along with receiving plenty of points in gymnastics and entertainment value. Mud and Sky Queens are now at the top of these scores and being treated separately.”

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 1 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy]

**Stacey**

I want to make one thing clear. Nobody fucks with Stacey Hamilton. Unless he is very handsome and she is on the top, that is. And while the darkness isn´t exactly my good friend, my adjusting eyes felt better now in a night. The fat girl slept and maybe even the silent one. Other two I wasn´t sure. After we did our striptease we were in peace, even getting to know each other a little, after our humiliation continued, first by visit of male warden, who started admiring us. The bloody politician, imagine that, happened to wear body underwear, so she showed the least of skin. Lucky bastards they are, even in captivity. I, on the other hand, had to be endowed with provocative airships on my chest that earned me position of the main attraction. Shortly after the visit, we get our new clothes. Giant skirt and blouse could be cute for Halloween or something, but my hands were shaking when I saw collar, strap harness for the whole figure and some red abomination. The whole process was complete when we were told that dining room wasn´t ready, so we get… Well, dog dishes with our stuck names, so we were made absolutely certain that training for “The Art of Holy Submission” actually began. Of course it was made kinda worse by the fact that we actually liked the food.

The Princesses in the Tower – Prologue [Maledom] [Male supremacy]

**Prologue**

My backside was already sore from the bus tour and the thighs weren´t exactly in paradise either. The mind was preoccupied with other troubles. The girl things. The feelings of injustice. The school things. Well, the September was almost here and I was just seventeen. It wasn´t so unbelievable that I rode to boarding school… Except gal sitting jest next to me, looking from the windows with red eyes, was definitely around 40. I´ve seen quite a lot of variations, though not someone who would be much older than her… In a vicinity I saw a four girls around my age, three of them just mortified, the last one was trying to help Asian with a long hair who couldn´t stop crying and was probably 20-something.

More sounds were coming from the above deck of the bus. There was something perverted about it, but I felt some security from the thuds of steps of the wardens above. Not so much from seeing them down here. I wished with all my heart that suddenly some vortex would open before the bus and we would end in some another dimension. But, in a sense, that´s exactly where we were heading. The Logic, you ceased to be.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 6- Dorothy [Maledom] [Male supremacy][Femdom][BDSM] [Humiliation]

**Dorothy**

Today is not so thrilling. I have not a single record about some frigid asking for truncheon or being locked up. Me, girls, Vicky and the guys are doing difference by the pivotal admonitions and the bitches will remember for a while. Maybe we should pretend they are starting the riot? Thompson needs the kick to the guts and guess, who will do that? Her face is the first on my list, others are there without me knowing the names. Blood and the purple skin would just make them pretty.

Michelle is never behind and never ahead, she keeps the tempo with me and closer we are to the chief, the more often she opens her mouth.

“Vicky was proud of me and I never heard her anything about you displeasing her. I bet we are for some allowance.”

“There is a ball and Vicky´s invited. She get a permission to come with two more people. The secret is out.”

“Ball? The Council guys are partying for the whole week?”

“They are about schedule. Saw the bitches, now they will be just among the top dogs”

We open the office door.

Dolled up [MF] [NC just in case] [Friends to lovers] [Mdom]

It’s the third time I’ve looked myself in the mirror, yet another skirt which I unbutton and throw on the growing pile in my small dressing room. I sigh loudly as I turn around, only wearing my mint colored underwear, watching myself critically in the full length mirror. Well… atleast I look somewhat cute in these, the thin lace hugs the curves of my hips and I move my fingertips over my skin. I turn and sigh yet again when I let my eyes slide over my brightly colored dresses. I begin to regret saying yes to this date. Blind date might I add. I roll my eyes and step into the dressing room, only to take one of my black dresses down from the clothing rail. The fabric is soft between my fingers as I let the thin shoulder straps slide off the hanger.

My Daddy loves it rough [FM] [Str8] [Mdom] [oral]

Daddy walks up to baby’s side of the bed and I pull down his sweat pants (with a happy grin) and begin to suck his cock… all while making eye contact with daddy. I lick his shaft, suck his cock, balls over and over again. Enjoying daddy, because I missed my daddy so much. I suck daddy’s cock hard and fast while squeezing his balls, because I’m eager to taste/ drink daddy’s cum. I wasn’t fed any today. I’m feening for it. He starts to moan. He tells me I’m a good babygirl. And for a second I think i’ll get my milk. My reward. But daddy has other plans. He always wants the control. He decides when he wants to bless baby with his milk. He knows I’m good at milking his cock. He’s impressed with me. But has to stop it before he blows. And he’s sooo close… Daddy then bends down a little and grabs me by the throat (choking me) and pushes me onto the bed so I’m on my back. He rips my lacy thong off of me. I’m gasping for air. But I’m also turned on. Daddy forces my legs open wide. He sees my pussy is shiny with precum. He slaps my pussy. He does that a couple times. He says he loves the sound baby makes when he slaps my pussy… while still choking me (with on hand). He laughs. Tells me, “You almost had me babygirl. Daddy is rock hard now.” I’m so turned on right now. Daddy loves watching me struggle. Loves that I allow myself to be his fucktoy. That I love pleasure… and pain. He smacks my pussy harder a few more times. I yell. And he decides he’s ready to hear me scream. He wants to ram his big hard cock into baby’s pussy. Show me daddy’s power. Daddy decides to eat baby’s pussy. Get her nice and wet so his cock doesn’t tear me pussy. He eats and tongue fucks baby. He loosens his one hand chokehold. But keeps his hand around her neck while baby spasms and cums. … Daddy starts to eat baby again. But then he gets more aggressive. It feels so good…. but sometimes hurts. Those conflicting feelings confuse me. But I want to cum again. I let daddy get rough with my precious jewel. My tight pussy. My swollen pussy lips. He starts to bite my sensitive labia and I start to yell in objection. But he then starts to choke me again. Hard. You’re face deep in my pussy. Biting, sucking my labia and clit rough. I try to get loose. But daddy is too strong. I start to cry while still gasping for air… then daddy starts to tongue fuck baby’s pussy. With tears in my eyes and daddy squeezing my throat I feel my orgasm building. And then I let out a loud cry and cum hard again. I’m whimpering and trying to catch my breath at the same time. Daddy now wants to fuck. Now he wants to cum in baby’s pussy. Daddy climbs on top of me. It happens so fast. He covers my mouth and starts to fuck baby like he wants to break my pussy. And I love it…

I Seduced One of My Clients and Brought Out Her Slutty Side [MF] [Mdom] [Mental Seduction]

As an intellectual dominant, this is my most recent seduction. I had a woman in one of my workshops that clearly fit in the girl next door category. However, she also acted like she would never even look at a cock, let alone admit that she aches to let her slutty side come out. The workshop was 8 days (M-R week 1 and then M-R week 2). I do a lot to get to know the participants in the beginning and I always integrate a ton of music and humor into my workshops. I could tell in the “get to know you section”, that despite acting very prim and proper, Sarah loved attention. She would drop in comments to other participants and was always smiling and giggling. As I found out later, she was 34 and had been divorced about a year. I am in my early forties and divorced. I immediately was curious about whether something was possible, and I decided to find out.

Creation of a Sissy: The Milkshake (Part I); [Mt/Mm] [Gay] [Mdom] [Handjob] [Sissy] [Sissification] [Humiliation]

During university, I used to work on the western coast of the United States. I had an internship with an accounting house based out of Washington state. I used to occasionally visit a locally owned restaurant due to its close proximity to my work location. I grew acquainted with the staff there and knew most of them on a first name basis. That is why I was quick to notice a new worker that was hired for the evening shift.

This worker was very young (early twenties), no facial hair, blond, skinny, and about five feet and five inches tall with buzzed hair. He was an archetypical twink with a relatively high pitched voice.

“H-Hello sir, that’ll be nine dollars and twenty-three cents,” he said with a shy smile after my order was ready. I was well dressed and somewhat out-of-place at this establishment but I was hungry as fuck (in more ways than one). I asked for a copy of my receipt and saw that his name was Sam. I also tipped him with a two dollars that contained a special handwritten note in between the notes. After sitting down to finish my meal, I saw him glancing sheepishly at me. All I had to do was wait to see if he took up my offer.