Femdom Authoritarianism

Boyfriend Stripped of Freedom

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She had been a rare thing for a woman living at the Materfamilias Estates. She had no male slave. 

The young Domme had been living abroad. Her mother died, leaving her daughter the family home. She returned and moved in. Slave men, she had many. None worth brining back. Arranging immigration would be difficult. 

She dated. She sought a man without physical flaws. Moreover, his parents must be likewise. One of his roles would be to supply half the necessary genetic material for her daughters. 

She met many men who had the right physical attributes. She also required the man have few if any ties with family members. Lastly, she wanted a man who would become a satisfactory slave. A cooperative nature would be a foundation she could build on. 

After months she felt she had met Mr Right (Slave). 

She invited him to come to her home. He knew vaguely where she lived but the Materfamilias Estates was an obscure community. The inhabitants were reputed to be wealthy snobs. 

Friday night he entered her home for the first time. There were other women present. He expected an intimate weekend. With luck, the women would soon leave.

She patted the couch for him to sit beside her. She introduced him to the women. He felt as if they were judging him like livestock at a state fair. He felt increasingly uncomfortable, out of place. 

They all looked at his girlfriend. As a group they nodded their heads. He wondered if they were expressing approval. Who were these women to act like this? Had he blundered into a cult meeting?

His girlfriend looked at him directly, seemingly sternly. She ordered him to kneel before her.

It was getting too weird for him. He rose to go home. The women stood up, blocking the door. Were they going to try to hold him prisoner and convert him to their nutty cult?

They grabbed him. While some held him fast, others tore off his clothing. Once nude, they shoved him down and held him in place in front of the woman he no longer thought of as a girlfriend but a maniac. 

As he looked up at her, she addressed him as "slave." He replied that she was nuts. A woman behind him thumped the side of his head. 

She asked the women to take him to the spanking bench. He was strong. Surprisingly so were the women and there too many for him to fight. They tied him to a wooden frame. 

His girlfriend stood before him. She had a long narrow metal rod in her hand. She ordered him to kiss "the cane of discipline." When he did not respond, she slapped him in the face several times.

With no transition, she began whipping him with the cane. He threatened her, all of them. He demanded that she stop. Demands melted into begging. 

As blow fell on skin already sore from prior lashes, he finally started crying. He had not cried since he was a boy. Now he was terrified. 

She invited the other women to whip him. Some used belts and whips. He was not sure exactly what was cutting into his skin. He passed out. A bucket of ice water in his face woke him up.

When the whippings ceased he was delirious. For now, he could not resist.

The women left. 

When she ordered him crawl over and stay in place then used him as a footstool he said nothing. Exhausted, bruised his mind was a shambles. 

She knew that he would need quite a few more heavy corporal punishment sessions. She and her best friends at the Materfamilias Estates had agreed to make his conversion into a slave a group project. 

His fear was visible even has he served as human furniture.

She smiled. He had no idea of his future. He would masturbate soon. Once she collected the sperm, his chastity device would lock in place and welded shut. He would be able to use his penis to pee. Nothing else.

He would learn to cook and clean. His future was as her servant. She shook with silent laughter. He was only the first. As a lady of the Materfamilias Estates, she would need many slave men.

Written by Richard Evans Lee, art by Drew
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