How Devoted Is The Sissy Slut It starts when you get me home and undress. You have your latex outfit on that lets your tits spill out. I am pulled inside and am obedient and ready. I just want to pass the sissy slut test and get to have sex with my mistress for the first time. You won’t let me forget that this is my one shot to impress you, so I need to follow your instructions. You bind my hands and smile as you pull my pants to reveal sissy lace panties that you told me to wear. “At least you can follow directions,” as you bend me over the table and pull my panties to the side. I would surely [...]

Women Have Been Worshipped Throughout Time Upon first entering the world of female domination, we are driven by tabooed instincts – so why are we surprised to discover that during ancient times, women were worshipped religiously? Were they worshipped as “sex objects”? On the contrary, women were worshipped through means and meanings. Perhaps a clue for Western civilization that is familiar, is the name: Kama Sutra, and few dare to read up on it. Having such a book on one’s coffee table… is equivalent to leaving a dildo on the bed except that Kama Sutra is not given the credit it deserves in Western society. Even our liberal society retains hardcore censorship from its Sanskrit translations. Undeniably, the origins of Kama Sutra date [...]

My Dominant Sexy Female Turns Me Into Her FuckBoy My heart was pounding as she opened the door and led me into the apartment. My dominant sexy female was wearing tight yoga pants and a half tee shirt exposing her flat, firm belly. We sat down on a couch in the living room and she poured two tall glasses of wine. We talked for what seemed like hours getting to know each other though it was more like 20 minutes. She so nice and interesting. My dominant sexy female played soccer in college and graduated from Law school. She was a defense attorney for the local district attorney’s office and she was interested in my background which really put me at ease. When [...]

Communicative Sadism I scream in pain and my legs give away. Mistress Christy prevents me from collapsing on the ground. I am paralyzed from the pain and afraid. The violence of my Dominatrixes has just reached the point of no return. I have an epiphany in which I realize what I am: a toy. There is no consideration for my feelings at this juncture. Is it the alcohol flowing or the communicative sadism that fuels them tonight? Their excitement seems to grow with my pain threshold. This evening will be long and painful and I really dread what activities my dominant Mistresses will invent, as the notion of limits seemed non-existent tonight. Nadine leans towards me and says, “So my little bitch your [...]