Femdom Authoritarianism

A Lifetime of Agonizing Servitude

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He was the kind of man Dommes despise. After making a date to meet for coffee, he never showed up. He was too gutless to fulfill his fantasies.

Then he met a Domme on Craigslist. They chatted every night. Favorite examples of Femdom art were exchanged. He shared his fantasies.

He came to think of Mistress Odina as an old friend. When she invited him to her home, he accepted. He kept starting to stop and go back home. He knew if he gave up now, Femdom would be only a fantasy.

He stood outside Mistress Odina's door. After fifteen minutes, he rang the bell. The door opened.

Mistress Odina was beautiful. He looked more at her large round breasts than her face. She did not hide her sneer. 

They talked. Familiarity overcame paralyzing shyness. Mistress Odina easily coaxed him to talk about his desires.

She offered him a taste of genuine female domination. His erection signaled his joyous acceptance before his mouth opened.

She asked him to choose a safeword. He said stantonwardbilbrew, the names of his favorite Femdom artists. 

Mistress Odina left the room for about fifteen minutes. She returned topless and wearing sexy fetish clothes. 

Telling him to follow her, they went to her basement. The big space was her dungeon. 

She ordered him to strip. He blushed. Obeying, he felt ashamed of his body. Her eyes seemed to mock his erect penis.

Mistress Odina tied him to an attachment point in the wall. For a minute, she slapped him in the face. The pain was mild. He was thrilled.

Looking at his penis, she said it would have to be dealt with. With a rope, she attached a weight. Dropping it, his penis was yanked down. That hurt. He yelped. She laughed.

Arousal neutered his nervousness. The pain had not been too much. And he had his safeword.

From an umbrella stand, Mistress Odina selected a rattan cane. She started whipping his thighs at buttocks. The first blows were soft. It hurt no more than a visit to a chiropractor. 

The force increased. The cane stung. She hit harder and harder. The pain was too intense for the inexperienced man.

He yelled, "stantonwardbilbrew!"

The strokes grew fiercer. She ignored his safeword. He screamed it repeatedly. Each time, Mistress Odina's cane cut deeper gashes.

She stopped. Sobbing, angry, he asked why she had ignored his safeword.

Mistress Odina said, he was curious to see what he would choose. She had not promised to honor it.

He demanded to be released. 

She laughed. They were only starting, she said. He cursed her. She punched him in the stomach. She kept hitting him until he shut up.

Mistress Odina called him her chattel. He would never leave. During their chats, she learned that no one would miss him. Any police search would be minimal.

He had fantasized about being a sadistic woman's slave. Now he was.

For the next few weeks, he would live in the dungeon, chained to the wall. She would break him.

Once he accepted his fate, he would serve her upstairs. She enjoyed watching an enslaved man on his hands and knees scrubbing the floors. 

He would be busy all day long. When nothing was needed, he would work on pointless tasks. Just for the pleasure of seeing him obey.

For fun, she would bring him back to the dungeon. He would learn cruelties he had never wanked to.

Dungeon sessions would not compare to punishment. Disobedience, laxity, disrespect would bring agonizing reprisal. 

His heart sank. He knew he was Mistress Odina's property now. There would be no escape.

Written by Richard Evans Lee. Art by Harvey Kurtz
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