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Mistress Wife’s Christmas Present: Hairbrush

December 25, 2019 By richardevanslee 1 Comment

His Wife’s Christmas Present

Brian looked again at Diane’s present before wrapping it. It was very well made. Build of heavy solid wood.

His wife said that her hairbrush needed replacing. She brushed her hair nightly before bed. It was one of her rituals.

This hairbrush would be her Christmas present. Strong and firm, it looked indestructible.

Christmas morning, Diane was delighted.

She told her husband to drop his pants and bend over her lap.

Brian realized his mistake. Diane meant the hairbrush she spanked him with.

He trembled, wondering how badly a spanking with this formidable hairbrush would hurt.

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Boyfriend’s Christmas Morning Spanking

December 25, 2019 By richardevanslee Leave a Comment

Christmas Day Corporal Punishment

At the Christmas Eve party Alan drank too much. His slurring and stumbling embarrassed his girlfriend, Sherri.

She was angry. He had promised to control himself. Sherri was angry with herself for not disciplining him before the party. Stinging buttocks made him mindful.

Alan lacked self-discipline. He needed guidance. He found that in Sherri. She was the boss.

Love and respect were not enough for a man like Alan. He needed punishment.

Before going to bed, Sherri left an envelope beneath the tree.

It was the first thing Alan opened Christmas morning. Inside was a card, “Your Christmas Present: One Spanking.”

Half an hour later he rose from Sherri’s lap. His red eyes testified to the intensity of his punishment.

He brought her a glass of eggnog and sat at her feet while they unwrapped presents.

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Christmas Day Enslavement

December 24, 2019 By richardevanslee Leave a Comment

She Gave Him Panties & Chastity for Christmas

Gene Bilbrew

He was disappointed, surprised, confused: why did his girlfriend give him these things for Christmas?

They met at a New Year’s Eve party last year. This was their first shared Christmas.

Harry was an extravagant boyfriend. No week had passed with some gift or present for Claire. His only reward was her smile. He expected no other return. Nor did he get one.

A bit sexist, he thought that it was the man’s role to buy things for the female. Claire kept her silence on the relationship between the sexes. Sometimes her smiles seemed express amusement as much as gratitude. Harry was too dizzy with passion to analyze her facial expressions.

Claire was the more aggressive of the two. She was better organized. Harry followed the tugs of his emotions. Easily swayed, he went off on foolish tangents. Claire’s responses were reserved and logical. She felt secretly pleased to have a name so close to clarity.

Claire was good for her boyfriend. She took control of his feckless disorderliness. At her insistence, he began using Wunderlist. He missed fewer appointments and completed more tasks than ever before.

She managed his money. His credit card debt went away. He opened his first savings account. Claire invested some of Harry’s money. Her judgement was excellent.

She modified his diet and hired a personal trainer so make gym time beneficial.

Harry was the man, but Claire was the de facto head of household. He only dimly perceived his growing dependence on his girlfriend. This Christmas day would give him perspective.

Harry earned a large bonus. Claire did not know. He wanted to surprise her. He bought costly jewelry and designer dresses and lingerie.

Even Harry noticed there was something strange about her smile went she opened a box of underwear. For a second he thought she would laugh, which made no sense.

Harry told Claire he wanted nothing for Christmas. That was true. She had presents for him. Opening the two boxes left him confused.

The cookbook made him sad. Why would she give him a cookbook?

The second box contained panties. He remembered her odd smile. Why would she give him female undergarments?

Was this a joke? What was the punchline?

Looking up at Claire’s face, she seemed to pity him. Then she smiled. She looked so joyous that he involuntarily smiled in response. It must be a joke. If only Claire would explain.

Claire told him that it was time for Harry to stop eating in restaurants. He must learn to cook. She expected him to prepare and serve excellent meals. He has used to his girlfriend curbing his squandering. This seemed different, odd.

She ordered him to strip and put on his new panties. Reluctantly, he obeyed. She seemed so pleased that he almost forgot his shame.

Claire dropped her own underwear, went over to the couch and opened her legs. She told him to come give her another Christmas present. Loving to perform cunnilingus, Harry crawled to her. She seemed insatiable; he serviced her almost to exhaustion.

The multiple orgasms did not make her drowsy; she seemed more alert, very much in command. Looking him straight in the eye, Claire addressed her boyfriend.

Harry must admit that she was wiser, more mature. He had been very cooperative. Now he must become obedient. He would wear panties to remind him that she is the boss.

Max gaped, opening and shutting his mouth like a fish. No words came out.

Claire, wanting to force the issue, told him that if he could not accept living as her slave they must part. Without submission, there would be no romance.

Harry cried briefly.

Still unable to speak he just nodded his acceptance.

His Mistress Girlfriend told him she had two other Christmas presents that would test his sincerity.

She picked up two boxes, set them at her side. The first she opened seemed to be mostly pieces of plastic. She ordered her slave boyfriend to crawl to her. She grabbed his penis. To his surprise, she put it in a plastic chamber that she locked.

She laughed; Harry blushed. He learned that any future orgasms would have to be earned. Disobedience would keep him locked up. Diligent, faithful service was his only hope for the device to be unlocked.

Ordering Harry out of the panties, she instructed him to bend over the couch. The second box contained a riding crop. Harry experienced his first Femdom spanking. Corporal punishment was neither long nor hard. Future spankings would be severe. This night, her newly enslaved boyfriend needed time to adjust to his changed life.

It has been three years since that Christmas.

Harry does not cook that much anymore. The guidance of Mistress Claire has made him hugely successful. He has earned four promotions. He would cook more if he had the time. He loves personally preparing and serving his Mistress a good meal.

Claire has been proven right. Harry was a natural slave. After the initial shock, he adjusted quickly to servitude.

Owned and ruled by a woman is now a truly happy man.

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Femdom Town Mandates Male Nudity

July 19, 2019 By richardevanslee 6 Comments

Men Shall Remain Naked 24/7/365

Tasha aka SexyLark

Male nudity isn’t optional: it is the law.

Long ago Femdomly became a Femdomocratic democracy. Femdomocracy is a term for female supremacist social and political systems. Women vote. Men cannot.

During the Joyous Revolution males surrendered their political rights and personal liberties. Women owned men. As servants, males found meaning and value their petty lives hitherto lacked.

The fragility of masculine egos surprised women. Everyone knew men were prone to insecurity. Few suspected the inferior gender’s secret shame.

It wasn’t just fear of having a small penis. Sensing women’s superiority males burned with hidden resentment. This mental weakness is the source of macho misbehavior and misogyny.

That men should be more pathetic than previously believed disgusted women. But women perceived male’s sickly egos provided a tool for regulating male lives and ensuring their servants humility.

The Women’s Council passed a law requiring adult males to remain naked at all times.

Men begged to be allowed to something. Jock straps. Their pleas met resounding refusal. Excepting sissy maidservants, men were forbidden clothing.

Men blushed. Hid their faces. Pretended they were invisible. This earned them only mockery.

Most men overate. Few men went to the gym. Now their ugly bodies were only permanent display. Passing mirrors or store windows made men weep.

Men’s penises were jokes. No matter what the size women laughed at the shame or color.

Men with tiny cocks felt self-loathing.

Calvin was in college the day the mandatory nudity legislation passed. Female students surrounded him, demanding he strip.

The poor male begged. The young women were obdurate. Either he take off all his clothes or they would call a Mistress Disciplinarian.

Proud of his muscles, Calvin’s self-worth was defined by his physique. Pointed fingers and smartphone cameras destroyed that pride.

Worst of all, everyone saw his tiny penis. As small as his biceps were big.

Calvin dropped out.

He became the slave of a farm owner. His Mistress worked him hard. He lifted and carried heavy loads. Tilled fields. She used him as a cart horse to pull her carriage.

Whatever his original plans Calvin became a woman’s chattel. Accepting his inferiority, he became a faithful tireless servant.

Do you think adult men should be forbidden to wear clothing? Will it help males stay humble and obedient to Mistress Owner?

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Matriarchal Wife Spanks Slave Husband

July 11, 2019 By richardevanslee 1 Comment

Sister & Mother Watch Wife Spank Husband

SexyLark aka Tasha

Matriarchal, matrilineal families live among us. They exist invisibly. All share lives rooted in womankind’s rulership of malekind. Each has its own lore and customs. E.g., wedding ceremonies:

The trembling man continues to recite:

“Husbands are servants. I serve Mistress Wife.”

Wife Owner’s cane again strikes his buttocks. He winces but continues.

“Men are inferior to women. I am a man. Wives are superior to husbands.”

This is the True Femdom Marriage Ceremony as outlined in the Femdomosophic Fragments. The public wedding was vanilla. The second ceremony confirms his status as a slave.

“Marriage is between Owner and property. I am my Wife Owner’s property.”

This ceremony is attended by two of the wife’s closest family members. A proud mother watches her daughter take possession of her first husband. The younger sister laughs at her slave brother-in-law’s suffering. (In her first year of college, she has already taken control of a star quarterback and Assistant Dean.)

“Slave husbands have no rights. Husbands shall be modest, obedient, chaste, humble.”

Wife Owner whips her slave husband without viciousness or pity. She is not enjoying herself with cruelty. This discipline session is pragmatic. New husbands must learn to fear Wife Owner’s wrath at the beginning of the marriage.

“I beg Mistress Wife to discipline me for my own good. To punish me so that I will become a better servant.”

There is a good deal more. Eventually the ceremony ends.

She ignores his tears. He will weep often. Such is the fate of members of the inferior gender.

“Go make coffee and sandwiches.”

The slave husband crawls to the kitchen.

Turning to her mother and sister, she smiles.

“That was so much fun!” The three women embrace.

“I think I will have him recite during all of his spankings.”

“I’ve always done similar with your father. He prays to me during his daily maintenance spanking.”

“I’ll do the same. Men need constant reminders. The tiny brains don’t seem to be able to hold very much information.”

“Boys are stupid!”

“You’ll find they never grow out of it. Sadly most women put up with it.”

“We were lucky that your great-grandmother discovered Matriarchy. Since her time the men in our family have been kept in their place: on their knees.”

“I can’t imagine what it is like to treat men as equals.”

“As more women discover the truth, they will take power and families like ours will become the norm.”

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Affectionate, Therapeutic Spanking

May 9, 2019 By richardevanslee Leave a Comment

Loving Femdom Couple’s Playtime

Unterwuerfling

Ben looked worn out, exhausted.

Her boyfriend’s face and posture alarmed Alicia. The couple had welcomed his promotion. Shortly thereafter his primary colleague left the company. Ben did the work of two.

She beckoned.

“Come sit beside me.”

Alicia caressed Ben’s head.

“How can I help? Do you want to go out to eat?”

He looked in her eyes, opened his mouth, then closed his lips. Alicia wondered if his mind went blank or he was reluctant to talk.

She reflected; they hadn’t had time to play. Ben would never ask her to dominant him.

They had a firm rule, established on their first date. Alicia initiates. She decides when they play. As the submissive partner, Ben follows her lead.

She rose.

“Take off your shirt.”

Her commanding tone took Ben by surprise. Then he smiled and obeyed.

Opening the toy chest, Alicia brought out a heavy metal collar.

“Kneel.”

The collar’s click aroused both.

“Follow me.”

Ben crawled behind his Mistress Girlfriend. They went into a small enclosed courtyard.

“Pray.”

“Thank you, Goddess, for owning me. I bask in your superiority and ache for your authority. Please let me serve you.”

“Worship me.”

Ben bent, began kissing and licking Alicia’s boots. He wept but she knew they were tears of joy.

“Assume punishment position.”

Alicia’s writing crop struck with force. Masochistic man and sadistic Mistress Owner both enjoyed extremely painful spankings and whippings.

Now Ben’s tears reflected pain. His whimpering made his girlfriend laugh.

Both were lost in ecstasy. Twenty minutes felt like hours. She stopped.

“Good boy.”

Ben wanted to thank her. He was too lost in submission to speak. Alicia saw this as evidence that she had at least temporarily lifted the man she loved from stress and depression.

Later they made love then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Teaching Female Superiority, Supremacy

April 18, 2019 By richardevanslee Leave a Comment

Female Superiority Class

SexyLark aka Tasha Commissioned by Richard help me buy more Femdom art

Like any female supremacist community, Femdomly has socially progressive policies. This includes educational programs to help the mentally disadvantaged.

Men are intellectually inferior to women. Nothing within womankind’s power can change this.

But the women of Femdomly have designed courses to help men understand two fundamental truths:

Women are superior: female superiority.
Women must rule: female supremacy.

Noted Femdomosophers donate time to improve men’s insight into their limitations. And the necessity of male obedience.

Course work begins with studying the biographies of great women. Even the lesser sex can appreciate womankind’s achievements. See how the credit for many discovers credited to men was stolen from women.

Political science classes demonstrate male mishandling of government for millennia. Men created shameful societies of superstition and poverty.

Men readily understand these stories. Excellent preparation for working to develop honest perceptions of their deficiencies.

Sex ed has two classes: cunnilingus (men practice of silicone dummies) and enforce chastity. Men learn how to please women. Understand why they will never experience sexual pleasure.

But the lesser gender always needs the help of the rod. Teachers have the right to whip and punish men for any reason. Discipline teaches men to not let their attention wander.

Low test scores are punished in class in front of all students.

Mistress Owners must sign weekly report cards. Low grades invariably earn discipline. Punished at school; punished at home.

Teachers encourage women to reward excellent grades with a treat like an extra boot worship session. Or even an evening’s tease and denial.

Men sing at daily assemblies. They learn songs of praise for Mistress Owner. And tunes to hum while doing chores.

Long troughs stretch across the lunch room so men can gulp down slave slop en masse.

There is no criminal penalty for failing class. But Mistress Owners normally sell such men. Men are inferior but some are intolerably so: worthless.

Femdomly is cultivating a male population that knows its place. Faithful, humble men who know they are fortunate to be owned.

Slaves who work hard to please their Mistress Owners. The first generation of men ready for female supremacy’s coming triumph.

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Femdom Judgement Committee

April 14, 2019 By richardevanslee Leave a Comment

Learning to Discipline & Punish Men

Unterwuerfling

The wisdom of mature Dommes is the inheritance of each generation of Mistress Owners. Older women pass along their insights into Femdomosophy and methods of discipline and Ownership.
-Femdomosophic Fragments

The Femdomous Society provides many benefits to its membership. The Society organizes cruises and tours, discounts dungeon toys (and insurance); maintains lists of trustworthy counselors and therapists. Seminars and lectures range from Femdomosophical metaphysics to kinky DIY and how-to.

Of the various subgroups and committees, nothing exceeds the Femdom Judgement Committee in popularity. Originated to serve novice and young Mistresses, women of all experience levels employ its services.

Novice Mistress Owners often want guidance. The Society’s mature members tutor young women new to female domination.

New Dommes are not always sure how they should punish wicked husbands and boyfriends. What intensity of pain? Duration of discipline sessions?

To leave permanent scars? Psychological emasculation and humiliation in addition to spanking and other physical punishments?

Inexperienced Mistresses fear punishing men too severely. Time brings confidence. Advice and guidance from mature Mistress Owners hasten understanding and sharpen skills.

Members of the Femdom Judgement Committee favor severe discipline and memorable punishments.

General advice:

Spank a man until he cries. Continue for at least ten more minutes. Hasty mercy prevents discipline from having full effect. Never hurry to forgive. Beating him won’t kill the male. He will embrace complete obedience.

Mistress Owners learn to develop their intuition. Mistress knows how much discipline will satisfy her. She knows her slave and her goals. As she gains insight, she learns to respect her judgment.

Committee members suggest women not fear that punishment is too painful. Be mindful not to injure the male. But pay no mind to his screams and pleas. Tears are proof of effectiveness.

The Femdom Judgement Committee meets weekly. Members and Mistress Owners discuss problem men. Spankings follow.

Committee members demonstrate their preferred corporal punishment techniques. Offer advice during spankings. Slaves owned by lesbian dominatrices are punished by both Mistress Owners.

Later the spankees serve snacks and drinks. Blush as Mistresses laugh about their punishment. Femdom Judgement Committee meetings begin seriously but end in lighthearted enjoyment of male foolishness.

The Femdomous Society never advertises. But the group is omnipresent. Perhaps one day your Mistress Owner will bring you before a Femdom Judgement Committee.

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Male Slave’s Weekly Evaluation

April 7, 2019 By richardevanslee Leave a Comment

Enforced Chastity & Spanking Diet

Westfield

Crawling into the living room, Greg kneels at the feet of Mistress Beverly.

“Mistress please allow your slave to report that the dinner dishes are clean, and all chores finished.”

If he were not naked and kneeling no one would notice him on the street. Greg seems indistinguishable from millions of other males. He considers himself a man of rare fortune. He is a woman’s slave.

Nor would a passerby discern that Beverly is a ‘dominatrix’ (not a word she would use). Beverly owns Greg. No law binds him to his Mistress. His need to serve forms a bond stronger than steel shackles.

Greg sees a glorious goddess. Her beauty born of whom she is not the shape of lips and nose. A woman of power: Men defer to her. Seek to please her. Even vanilla men surprise themselves by saying “Yes Ma’am.”

On Sunday evenings she reviews the week. Greg’s week. Not that she addresses him as Greg. Behind closed doors his name is Servant.

“Servant, go and kneel before my Chair of Judgement.”

His silicone puppy tail wags as he crawls away. Hearing Mistress laughs. He blushes.

They bought the tall heavy and ornately carved chair at a flea market. Greg thinks of it as Mistress’ Throne. Here she dispenses discipline and punishment.

On his knees, waiting for Mistress, Greg – a typical male – hopes he will be permitted an orgasm. Not a ruined orgasm. He wants his body to shake and moan then explode.

Two weeks of denial have been tough. Not that he faults Mistress. He must earn orgasms. Not beg for them. Be worthy.

Beverly enters, sits. Rests a rattan cane on the floor. Looks at her iPad.

“Servant, you got a raise and promotion. I’m proud of you.”

She bends forward, strokes his hair, “Good boy.” Greg shudders with pleasure. Like most submissive men he lives to hear those two words.

“No demerits this week. All tasks completed properly and on time.”

She reaches behind Greg. Yanks the tail from his rectum. He says nothing but is grateful. Feeling the tail wriggling as he crawled and walked always shames him.

Beverly looks directly in his eyes. Her warmth vanishes.

“I’m very disappointed with you, Servant.”

Greg tenses. How has he angered Mistress?

“You put on weight.”

Unable to face his Mistress, Greg lowers his eyes.

“You’ve been eating crap. Disobedience is bad enough. But you are doing this behind my back.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Sorry is a for letter word in this house.”

“I’ll do better.”

“I’m sure you will. With my help. This week’s orgasm is canceled. You won’t come until you lose ten pounds.”

Ten pounds! Greg realizes he must remain locked for months. Mistress has never locked him for more than three months.

A few tears streak his cheeks.

“I want more tears. Bend over. Use the chest of drawers for balance. Fifty hard strokes of my cane will give you the extra motivation you need.”

Later Beverly rubs soothing ointment over Greg’s skin. She hopes fifty stokes are enough. If not, next week he will receive sixty. And so on until his excess bodyfat is gone.

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Sissymaid Slave of Muscle Goddesses

March 24, 2019 By richardevanslee 2 Comments

“Faggot” Sissymaid Houseboy

SexyLark aka Tasha Commissioned by Richard help me buy more Femdom art

Faggot is careful as he scrubs the floor. He must not soil his pink skirt as he crawls on hands and knees.

Faggot’s Mistress Owners punish unkemptness. The least speck of dirt shows disrespect.

Faggot is not gay, has never had sex with men. His birth certificate names him Jerry.

Mistress Indomita renamed him faggot saying he is worthless scum and doesn’t deserve a human name. Faggot is too afraid of his Mistress Owners to disagree.

On his last day as Jerry he went to the gym. Calling themselves the Three Bitches Club, Indomita and the other women took control. They broke his spirit with relentless CBT.

Like many men he awoke in a cage.

Mistress Indomita greatly enjoys making him miserable that day in the gym. He decided he would become her permanent property. Were he foolish enough to offer resistance she would crush it.

The next day’s testicle pain was so severe that he could not walk. Until Mistress Indomita showed him, he could. A sadistic muscle goddess, her fists and feet taught Faggot he could always find a way to do as Mistress Owner orders.

Faggot’s new lifestyle of 24/7/365 servitude is a struggle. The three bitches’ feel no compassion for their houseboy / maidservant.

He cooks, cleans and grovels. Mistresses Lori and Gail treat Faggot as an appliance. He is a servant. And an outlet for anger and irritation.

They have no awareness of him as a person. Were he replaced, they would barely notice. His unimportance is perhaps the ultimate humiliation.

Mistress Indomita uses and abuses Faggot with zest. His tears excite her. An inventive sadist she always has new ways of degrading him.

Rather than pissing directly into Faggot’s mouth, she takes him outside. In the backyard she pees on the dirt. Faggot must lick the urine-soaked mud.

As Jerry he loved cunnilingus. When Mistress Indomita sits on his face, she often cuts off his air. She says Faggot gives better head when he feels he is suffocating to death.

Faggot takes out the trash and cuts grass when people are in their yards. Mistress Indomita enjoys publicly humiliating her slave.

Faggot’s enslavement was involuntary.

If left unchained, he would not try to run away.

Time has erased the old male. He cannot imagine being anything other than a servant and plaything of sadistic Mistresses.

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