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FemDom tale of Female Supremacy: The Farm (Original)

For many of you, this story will seem very familiar.  It was written over 12 years ago and published in “Goddess Natasha‘s Bondage Tymes” as well as My first web site and through out the internet. All I can say is I enjoy it every time I read it! It is dedicated to Female Supremacy and the Dominant Female.
The Farm
I am a sadist. I am beautiful, stunningly so. I am tall, with long legs and a gorgeous athletic body and devilishly beautiful face. I have always been able to get men to do anything for Me, sometimes the most ridiculous things. It started, I guess, with My father. I soon found that with a certain look or pout I could rap him around My little finger. From there I progressed to the boys at school. I was the cruelest bitch to ever go through high school. I also remained a virgin throughout high school. I was never going to allow a filthy man to enter my body.
It was natural, I guess, I ended up a professional dominant and a true believer in Female Supremacy. Soon after I graduated as a psychiatrist from a highly esteemed Eastern school, I got enough money together to buy a secluded piece of property. It had a huge house and about twenty acres of land. The house was somewhat run down, but I thought I could easily have it rebuilt by men seeking to gain favor with Me. I ran a couple of ads and offered a lengthy stay at a “secluded retreat to learn the fine art of servitude to a female tyrant.’ I was surprised by the deluge of responses I received and was able to be quite selective in My clientele.
My first customer was a well built man of about age forty. The rates I charged for a one week stay were nothing short of outrageous.  Nonetheless, he showed up as scheduled. I picked him up at the Ft. Lauderdale airport. I wore a black leather skirt and a white silk blouse, off-black stockings and knee high very high heeled boots. My new slave was relieved to see I was as attractive as I claimed to be, and we walked to My car. I made him kneel and kiss My feet before we got into the car, much to his dismay. There were people around for this scene, but none paid too much attention. I made him get into the trunk and I drove back to My new slave ranch.
When we arrived, we walked to the front door and I made him lie down across the front of the doorway. I stepped up onto his chest and very deliberately wiped My boots on his shirt. I then held each boot over his mouth so he could better clean them with his tongue. I opened the door and stepped off his body into My castle. I instructed him to strip naked and await My return. I went to My room and put on a pair of leather gloves and picked up a riding crop and returned to find My new slave kneeling in the middle of the floor. As I walked over to him, I noticed he had a raging erection. Knowing the power I have over males I had no fear whatsoever of this strange slave. I kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach and he doubled over onto his side in pain. Raising My boot, I stepped down hard on the side of his neck. He whimpered and apologized for some unknown infraction he may have committed and pleaded with Me to have Mercy on him.
“I have no mercy, you piece of dirt. There’s no need of an apology. I kicked you because I enjoy hurting men. I brought you here to torment and torture you for My amusement. You have no rights here and you can expect some very painful time in My presence. If you feel you are not up to serving Me, you may leave now. You will have to find your own way back. If you stay, you are My slave, to do with as I see fit. No one knows where you are.  If you are willing to accept these terms, you may kiss the toe of each of My boots and tell Me to do with you as I will.”
I raised My boot off his neck and stepped back. He crawled over to Me on his stomach and kissed the toe of each boot.
“I am Here to worship and adore you, Mistress. I will place My life in your hands and only hope I can offer you some pleasure with My miserable body.”
I smiled down at him and stepped on the back of his neck. My heel dug into the nape of his neck and I twisted it back and forth creating a nice red welt. My new slave did not make a sound. Time to show him what Female Supremacy really meant!
“Follow Me with your nose at My heels. If I stop, I expect to feel your tongue licking My heels.”
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This 21 week program is divided into beginning, intermediate and advanced slave training levels each level with 7  modules.

As slave progresses through the course, he is gradually shaped and conditioned to obediently follow My commands, learn My rules, and worship Me through a variety of sensory modalities.

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Erotic Femdom Story The Bathroom

The Bathroom
A Fiction Femdom Story
By an Obedient Scribe

Cleaning. Cleaning is so very important. Cleaning reminds men of their status in the natural ordered of the universe. I particularly love to clean the bathroom. The bathroom is a very special place. It is where I am allowed to help my Mistress prepare for the day by attending to her bath. It is where I received my toilet training. It is where, when I please my Mistress, she will shave me so that my bald crotch gives testament to her power.

I clean the bathroom at least once a week. As always, I am naked, my Mistress does not allow me to be clothed when I am in her house. It takes quite a while to clean a bathroom properly. I am especially proud when Mistress notices my service. Last week Mistress gave me a very special reward for my efforts.

I was just finishing up, scrubbing the bathroom floor on my hands and knees. I heard the door open and close and a wave joy sweep over me, Mistress is home early. I feel the warmth of her power as she walks up behind me. I continue scrubbing.

“I see that my little boy has been busy cleaning.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You have done a very nice job.”


The joy of my Mistress’s approval causes my cock to spring out hard and erect. “Thank you Mistress.”
“You can be a very good slave, sometimes.”

She pushes my legs apart and kneels behind me.
Then I feel the tips of her fingers brush against my ass. Slowly she begins to fondle my checks.

I stop scrubbing and she snaps, “Did I say you could stop scrubbing?”
“No Mistress, no of course not.”

I resume scrubbing, but without really paying attention to what I am doing. Mistress knows that playing with my ass turns me into a helpless mound of jelly. She grabs my ass and begins to knead it hard.

“I like you like this,” she growls, “on your hands and knees’ ass in the air, waiting for me.” Yes, I was waiting for her, for my Mistress.

Now the waiting has ended and I slip beyond time. I sink deep into her power. I surrender to her completely. In her benevolence she is taking me to that special place. That place beyond male ego, beyond male arousal, standing on the edge of creation, the Female power from which all good comes. I have craved Her control

Soon I will not be able tell you what time it is, or what day. I lie naked, the dark sky and stars racing above me’ on the edge of the land, the crimson of dawn. She approaches now, calling me, her smile is the dew on the grass, her arousal the light of the sun bursting up over the horizon.

Her voice calls me back. “You belong to me.”
“I belong to you.” I echo back.

I grasp, breath again, maleness returning. I notice her cloths strewn around on the floor, I don’t remember her undressing, but yes, I can feel the warm of her skin against mine.

“Are you ready to give up everything for me?” She asks.
“Yes, everything.”

She grabs my cock and begins to stroke it hard. I can see her reach around with her other hand and dip her index finger in the bucket of sudsy water and hold it there motionless, my eyes fixed.

Finally Mistress says, “What do you want little boy; what do you want slave?”
I swallow hard and say. “I want you to fuck me Mistress.”

“And where did you want me to fuck you little boy?” My Mistress asks, a nasty hard edge creeping into her voice. I am scared and can’t answer. After a couple of seconds of silence she slaps my ass, hard. “Answer me slave, where do you want me to fuck you?”

“In the ass Mistress,” I whisper, but it is enough.

She wets her finger again and begins to slide it up into my ass. She is now in control and the power is surging through her like lighting. With her free hand she grabs my balls and begins to squeeze them as she twists her finger deeper into my ass.

“Who do you belong to?” Mistress demands.

I have given up any pretense of scrubbing the floor and my face goes to the cold linoleum. The pain is excruciating, the pain is wonderful. “I belong to you, Mistress.” I gasp and my body explodes, my seed splashing on the floor.
Mistress laughs and I feel her body tense, right down to the tip of her finger deep in my ass. She collapses on top of me, her nipples pressing into my shoulder blades.

After a few minutes she gets up and says. “We have made quite a mess haven’t we little boy.”
“Yes Mistress,” I say.
“I think you should clean it up then,” she says as she gets up and steps over me.

The smell of Pinesol is overwhelming.

I begin to lick up my seed from the floor as Mistress takes her seat on the clean toilet and relieves Herself.

When she is finished she smiles down at me and spreads her legs wide so I may lick the fountain of her golden nectar clean. Cleaning is so very important.

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