Fanfiction; The True Slavery Experience

Mistresses Isobel Devi and Michelle Lacy using a man in their dungeon.

The follwing fantasy was written by a very kinky boy who aspires to serve Mistress Michelle Lacy, Rubber Barbie, and myself in a filly immersed, female dominated world.

My Incredible Weekend at the Club Domme Estate​

When I first arrived at the Club Domme Estate I was escorted into a closed office and told to have a seat in a small chair facing away from the door toward an office desk at the far end of the room to wait for my Mistresses for the weekend. I assume my initial greeter was another slave who served as a butler. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding. I was even shaking a little. I couldn’t believe I was actually here! I took some slow deep breaths in and out in an effort to calm myself. After a few minutes I was mostly calm and becoming relaxed. Then I heard footsteps outside the door and then the sound of it being opened. I could tell by the footsteps that more than one person had entered the room. Then the door closed… For a few moments no one said a word. Then I heard my first command for the weekend,

“Stand and turn toward us and drop to your knees!”

I immediately did as commanded. There standing before me were Mistress Michelle Lacy, Rubber Barbie, and Goddess Isobel Devi! I knew that they were absolutely lovey by their photos but these two dimensional images pale to the real women. They are so powerful and well… charming too. Charming sort of like Vampire Countesses in a horror film I guess would be more accurate. For I knew that despite their sophisticated and even caring demeanor these women were predators and I was their prey! My heart was pounding hard again, I could almost hear it throbbing inside my chest. A chill ran from deep inside down into my upper thighs.
Michelle Lacy spoke first, My rules of conduct for the weekend were explained to me. First I was to be stripped of my identity and given a number. I would be “slave four” from now on. I would only speak in response to a direct question, unless I preceded my speaking by a safe word, which was sort of a time out. My safe word for the weekend would be “red”. I was told to NOT forget this word! For that was the only way I could at least temporarily stop any punishment I may be receiving.
After the preliminary greeting Mistress Lacy told me to remove my shoes and socks and place them beneath the chair. She then commanded me to strip EVERYTHING off, fold it neatly and place it in the chair. I could feel my pupils dilate! This was so exciting yet frightening at the same time! I did my best to undress without stumbling and falling then stood before them. I was trembling. Rubber Barbie spoke,

“I think this boy could use a little paddling perhaps to calm him down a little. What do you ladies think?”

They all agreed. Michelle Lacy commanded,

“Bend over and grab your ankles and don’t move until we give you permission!”

​She then walked to the wall and took from a hook a rather large wooden paddle which she then walked over and let me have a closer look….Oh, it was a big one lined with quarter inch holes! She told me,

“We’re each giving you ONE lick. And for this initial punishment there will be NO safeword. You must take one lick from each of us, is that understood? You will reply “Yes Ma’am”.

“Yes Ma’am!”

“Very good, I’m going first, you may close your eyes if it helps.”

The moment stretched on…… then “CRACK!!!!!”
Initially I was surprised at how LOUD it was but that was just for a microsecond! Then the pain exploded in my cheeks! I LEPT straight up grabbing both cheeks, letting out a surprised cry of pain!! OHHHHH my butt was on FIRE! And I could feel the skin swelling already!

“Bend back over and grab your ankles NOW!!!”

I could feel tears already streaming down my face but I did as ordered. Mistress Lacy handed the paddle to Rubber Barbie who came over and placed her palm on my back while ordering

“bend over further, I want that butt nice and tight…”

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. My knees were shaking now……”CRACK!!!!” YEOW!!!!! I leapt up again and began hopping convulsively while squeezing my now swollen and flaming cheeks!

“That’s IT! Get over to my desk and lay across it NOW boy!”
Mistress Michelle Lacy commanded. Tentatively I walked over and lay flat across the desk as ordered. She and Rubber Barbie then came around front and each took hold of one of my hands in both of theirs and pulled back strongly pinning me helplessly across the desk with my stinging butt fully exposed for more punishment…

”Now it’s MY turn.” Commented Goddess Devi
I felt a hand press down firmly on the small of my back.
“Spread your feet wide and push up on the balls of your feet too boy! I think you need a little hand spanking!”
I did as ordered then she exclaimed,
“That’s perfect! Now don’t move!”
I didn’t think a hand spanking would be so bad. Oh was I wrong! She gave me ten blistering HARD slaps directly to the soft, sensitive patch of skin directly between my legs and above my balls. Oh how that stung!!! I’d never been spanked there before. But it was also very erotic and arousing! Goddess Devi commented,
“Gross! I see you enjoyed that. You’re dripping all over the desk and floor! You’re going to lick all that up when I’m through with you! First I need to cool you off a bit though. I think five licks with this paddle will do….”

“Yes, give him five of your best! We’ll hold this miscreant down.”
Rubber Barbie added. The two Goddesses each leaned back further to get my raw butt into perfect position for more! ​Ohhh….. I closed my eyes and held my breath. I knew this was going to hurt!!!…..”CRACK!!!! …..CRACK!!!!!……CRACK!!!!!…… CRACK!!!!…….CRACK!!!!!!”
Ohhhh the STING was HORRIBLE!!!….I was totally blinded by tears! My butt was on FIRE!!! I could feel the skin swelling and stretching too! It was going to be blue and red for the entire weekend! After my paddling I WAS made to lick up my drippy mess too! When satisfied that I had adequately cleaned up after myself, Mistress Lacey put a hood with blindfold on me.  I was then led by my captors out into a different room where I was guided down onto a smooth wooden bench. One of the ladies said,

“We’ve abused your poor bottom enough for the moment. We’ll give it a break.” But we’re not through with you yet…”

Suddenly I felt a strong hand clasping and tugging my cock and balls roughly forward, I yelped a little and then I felt a cord encircled around my cock and balls and pulled tight stretching them away from my body, then I heard the sound of wood thumping down against wood and “they” were trapped in what felt like a wooden vice. One of the ladies came behind me and removed my blindfold.  I discovered that I was seated in a set of medieval stocks and my cock and balls were now locked on the other side of it! Next my hands were placed into slots and a securing top was fastened over them completely trapping me in the stocks. I then heard the unmistakable crack of a whip being tested off somewhere behind me. One of the Goddesses replaced my blindfold. I heard a mischievous giggle. Then Goddess Devi walked before me.

“We’re going to have a little contest, we’re going to clamp some close pins on your cock and balls and then see how many lashes it takes each of us to knock all of them off. Don’t worry, we’ll do our best to only hit the clothes pins.​….”

And that was just the beginning of what was going to be the most incredible weekend of my life! When it was over I was exhausted but I have such wonderful memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life!

Do you share his dream? Or have you already lived it?

Gaping Gabriella’s Sissification Chronicles #1

Sissy Gabriella Ready for her Mistress

I have been having My bottom bitch, main squeeze, sluttiest slut of all cock holes, Gaping-Gabriella keep a very dirty diary of our debaucherous debacles. Here is the first entry:

“ Mistress Isobel told me to be owned as her sissy slut and knows as Mistress Isobel slutty bimbo whore Gabriella.  I was told to go shopping, pick out panties and throw away all my men underwear.  No longer to wear men underwear and always wear panties.  I got all sorts of panties to wear for my Mistress Isobel.  Thongs, G-string and bikini panties. Every day I am to send pictures of my panties I am wearing to my Mistress Isobel.

Tuesday, November 22, 

2016MISTRESS ISOBEL SISSY ASSIGNMENTThere are many steps to being a good sissy! Especially if I want to be Mistress Isobel sissy slut. Some of them are simple and some of them will take a bit more effort. But every one of these steps will bring me closer to the sissy I am meant to be! This will be thorough, detailed and very comprehensive changing your masculinity totally and completely! Each of these steps will lead you down the path of feminization and sissification. The introduction to the sissy steps will be taking under Mistress Isobel guidance and control! Mistress Isobel takes her training of her girls very seriously! One of the reasons is she wants to be proud to call me as her sissy slut Gabriella and proud to be My MISTRESS ISOBEL slut! This assignment will allow visual reminders that I am her sissy and will enhance my femininity and sissification! “

Next up, Gabby’s view as well as video proof of the misdemeanors.

Video and more clips on MissIsobelDevi.ManyVids.com

Swing

The swing-set is my favorite playground item. It is the feeling of weightlessness at the ends of each swing that spins My mind into a serene kind of frenzy. As I gained air and momentum, My white dress flared up to catch the wind. I stretched My pale little feet out as far as I could shooting up and then back. 

From way up high at the beginning of another exciting swing I spotted a man-boy approaching with his hands held wide as if to receive Me for a big embrace. He was statured like a man, but had the look of a boy; lightly freckled skin, perfect blue eyes. He was very near now, almost beneath Me, perhaps looking up My dress which  had taken to streaming behind Me like a long angelic tail. 

I saw his beautiful face arranged perfectly for kissing, and as My gondola of joy brought Me down to My cortier I dismissed it all for what appeared to be a target, right between his legs. It beseeched Me and I obliged, landing My tiny slippered foot right on the target. I felt the dull impact, like stepping on an expired wafer, against the body of My little foot. The squishy flesh beneath his crunchy gentleman pants gave way, almost enveloping its attacker. Simultaneously the impact sent him to his toes, his eyes widening to accept the gesture with stoic gratitude. 

My seat swung back sharply, pulling Me back on course against all physical reason. From the pinnacle I saw him again below Me, waiting, and I came down for another bull’s eye, laughing with maniacal pleasure as I descended. This time he became air borne, his face of masochistic bliss even more distorted, smiling at Me.

I kicked the man in the genitals again, and again until his head grew large with pressure like a balloon and finally burst, propagating a colorful shower of marshmallow candy bits. Each little sugar morsel melted into a gooey frosting as it rained down upon Me and the playground. 

A drowning sensation woke Me from My dream. Have you had any kinky dreams lately? Share them in the comments or if you are shy in a private conversation with me.