[Fiction] Female Dominance

[Court]

Here's my crack at a story.

I'll introduce it in this original post and the story will begin soon.

Prologue
In 2020 - pornography became fully accessible to anyone, and pretty much accustomed to every-day life; sexual fetishes and fantasies were ripe.

Carrie Marler, a 32 year old counselor from California had a fantasy on a much larger scale, and with her devious manipulation which soon spread worldwide - males across the globe became nothing but animals - and for one curious couple, this saw them through some interesting times...

[Court]

Chapter 1 (P: Jack): Tagging & Prep
There I stood: deprived of all clothing, dignity and meaningfulness. There was a herd of other (young) men behind me, all of them entering queues to little booths where you would hear a click, followed by what was similar to the sound of a turning key.
Every few seconds, you would hear one of the prominent and most definitely dominant blondes crack their whip across the clueless men - the common roar of "Shut the fuck up you sluts!" made it even more apparent to me what was happening now, but I was completely unaware as to how I had ended up here, what had happened leading up to this and how big this whole dilemma actually was.

I approached the front of the queue where I was greeted with a harsh flogging of a device similar to a 'Cat-O-Nine-Tails' - that was going to leave a mark for sure. I took this as a signal to move on through the turn style gate, where a uniformed brunette wearing stilettos stood.

In her left hand, she grasped a riding crop whilst caressing the end of it with her right hand. She made eye contact, and then slowly moved her hand to lick her index finger; she made a show of this before signalling me over with the finger. I felt a twitch in my cock, and the potential for a hardon.

I proceeded to walk through the door frame obediently, and was once again greeted by the whip device which contacted sharply with my balls. I grunted. She paused as I stood and bent over in pain, and I saw the passing shadow of the woman I was now submitting to, heels making noises only to contrast the utmost suspense of what was to follow: clip, clop, clip, clop...

"Now, slut." she started "bending over like that is usually an invitation." - she began to move again before whipping my ass several times. "This is fun as fuck, and fuck it will be..." she said walking over to a metal cabinet, similar to a gym locker, only much larger. Clip, clop, clip - the stilettos, once again making the walking noise until I heard the cabinet.

"Hmm" she wondered. It was only now that I'd realized what her intentions were when she said 'fuck it will be'. I did not dare to move from my bent over position, as I knew that this would not appease the woman.

I did, however, roll my eyes around the room. It was quite small and confined, and the next door leading out had a sinister sign labeling the room beyond. It read: "TAGGING & PREP" - I began to wonder what this was until I was floored by the uniformed lass, she dug her stiletto into my back.

"Now listen here, slut. You've got a short session with me - but beyond this room is your lifetime. Don't fail me and you might just consider thanking me with your sorry ass" she said aggressively. My dick was against the cold, glazed floor, getting harder and harder.

A sharp tug of my short, black hair was what followed this cold message that somehow made me even hornier. "Open up, slut" she said, continuing with her procedure. My jaw dropped in accordance with her commands, and in went a ball gag. My hands were manouvered behind my back - against my wishes, I tried to resist but my mind wouldn't let me; we could have been drugged into this for all I know. Cuffs were applied to my wrists as she lifted the chain and shouted "UP!" - followed by a smack on the back. I did so without hesitation, and found myself bent over a table which had a texture resembling the floor.

The bondage did not stop at my wrists - my ankles were soon put into position with a spreader bar and the fucking began shortly after. In and out, she glided vigorously - I was completely drained of the very little dignity I had left as my cock began to secrete precum at the prospect of being assfucked by a total stranger.

My mouth dribbled ferociously in time with my groaning of pain. I tried to keep it in as much as possible - but the intensity of her fucking brought me so much terror that a couple of tears came to my eye.

Once again, I found my hair being tugged back as she sloughed on through "You like it, don't you slut?" - I groaned to say 'yes' in response, but this only brought even more intense fucking and tugging "What was that, I can't hear you stud" - A longer, much more pain provoked groan followed. Ow.

It was finally over, but felt like forever. I was left exhausted and fatigued on the table, bent over and restrained still. Rolling my eyes to the mistress, I breathed heavily as I watched her, still in stilettos and army like uniform filling out some kind of form on a clipboard. She proceeded to put this in a small card folder which had a label on the front.

The label read:
SN: UK-03-10000

She placed the folder on a stool next to the door, and proceeded to remove my restraints. But I made a foolish mistake; I lifted my body, and this did not satisfy the mistress at all. She reached for an electric paddle from a holster-like part of her uniform, and this was soon pushing my back down. She grabbed my hair, pushing my head against the table sideways, and put her face next to mine. I breathed heavily as she made herself clear: "Did I say, you could get up?". No words came from my mouth, and after even just a few seconds of hesitation I was surged with electricity once more, this time below my balls, sending a convulsion through my body.

I finally groaned out "No, mistress..." - I knew that it was best to say 'mistress' as I and many of the people from my community knew about BDSM relationships, and practiced them.

Then it hit me. Would I ever see my girlfriend, Carlie again? Would I have the right to? Would she want me to?

"Get up" were the next words to my ears. "Let's see if you can control yourself while I change into some lingerie, and maybe have a little play with myself in the meantime." My dick was already semi-hard, and I am not quite sure how specific she meant by 'control yourself' - but I proceeded to watch.

She slowly unbuttoned the jacket of the uniform, and took the tie from her hair, which I now saw the length of as she swung it around. She approached me and began a striptease, my dick twitching - but just be on the safe side thinking of something like a fat lass to take my mind off the fact that a sensual brunette was here in front of me, stripping down.

Her stilettos met with my face as she made the facial signal to do something - I simply licked the bottom. This must have went on for a few minutes, and I could no longer think of the 'fat lass' after the physical engagement with this beautiful female. My hardon was literally full on, and I didn't know it until she swooped her stiletto heels from my face and kicked my bare balls full force.

I was not wanting to make the mistake of bending over again, and so I didn't.

"That's quite enough, I think - you couldn't control your tiny cock so I guess I'll keep my lingerie fresh for someone else, eh slut?" she teased, as she pulled me away from the corner of the room. She posted the folder through a letterbox into the next room and the door opened.

My dick wilted immediately at the site of the horror in front of me - a fat nurse.

"Come on in!" she invited "We'll have loads of fun, or at least I will..."

I obliged hesitantly, and I wondered what I had gotten myself into as I heard the door click behind me and through the frosted glass saw the figure of the next victim of the mistress.

"It's nice to see that you're not hard! Will help me out lots my lovely, would you hop onto the bed for me now? We'll have a little shave..."

The prospect of being shaved by this beast was all I needed to lose my horniness. I went on the bed and she brought over some stuff on a trolley: an electric shaver (which seems to have been used) and some form of solution in a bowl that looked a little like shaving foam.

"Okay dear!" she said enthusiastically. "Let's get some of our magic foam on you now..." as she slowly smeared the cold lotion around my body hair, starting at the top of my chest, and then lathering it around my dick. She put some on my dick as well - and spent some time working her hand up and down my shaft, but as she did this, I met with a sharp stinging pain accompanied by the dragging words of the bloated nurse "Oooh! Did I get some in your urethra? I think we'll soothe that later with some big sounds!" - I had never sounded (or been sounded for that matter before) - I had seen it, but I was never too keen on it; then again, I didn't have a choice.

The shaving was over pretty soon, and the nurse reached for a long metal implement. She proceeded to lube this up, and began to fuck my dick mindlessly - the irritation of the lotion entering my cock accompanied by vigorous fucking was immense, and I was groaning more than when I was with the mistress.

"We'll try a bigger one, eh?" - she put the sound back without washing it, which only made me imagine how many people had been subject to it before me. "You, slut, are the ten thousandth man from your region to be registered. Ten thousand fuckings it is! Actually, let's just go for 10 minutes, that should be enough..."

The prospect of my dick being fucked a few times was horrifying, and now I was being told I'd have to endure it for 10 whole minutes.

"This is the largest sound I have in my arsenal!" She turned to hold it up at the light, and the thought of such a monstrous thing being down my dick made me want to faint.

After what felt like hours, the sounding was also over.

"Now go over and get in that shower" she said "I have to prepare your ID. We'll measure and finish your grading when you're done."

I waddled over with the pain in my groin and cock, and upon reaching the shower - I noticed there was no heat setting. I stood in, and knew what was going to happen. My body was now being sprayed with freezing cold water, by no means was I going to endure a punishment from the nurse, so I went along with it.

"Right love, that will do." She took a ruler and measured me. "I'll need an erect measurement to put towards your grade and cost. Maybe you can look at me and that will do the trick? If not - I can punish you until you're hard! You have one minute." I reluctantly stared at the beast, but despite how difficult it was to do so - took my mind off 'it' by thinking of my Carlie - dripping wet for me, just like old times.

"Okay! That will do, show off!" She giggled profusely, I said nothing.

"Mmm..." she said, licking her lips "...let's finish you off."

She went into a storeroom with boxes after boxes labelled CB-#### - I had no idea what these were until she unboxed one, and before I knew it, it was on me - how ashamed I was to stand with a caged cock.

She placed a collar with a label on. The label, once again, read:

UK-03-10000

"Now you can head on through to the final grading."

[Court]

Opinions? Should this continue?

[Simi]

I think it should. Reads quite well and the society based stories always are the most appealing to me

[jdubs90]

This definitely should continue

[Dareholic]

Please continue.

[Court]

Chapter 2: Fetish Feud
My final grading? What was there to grade? I'd already been fucked in every place possible and locked away.

I proceeded through the door, the nurse handed the file to a blonde who was dressed in velvety lingerie (footnote 1). Her tits weren't all that big, but she was the sort of wineglass figure.

The room was quite dark, but it became clear what this was when lights came up on a rather large audience and a voice read "Ladies and ladies! Welcome to Fetish Feud, with your host, Mistress Lara!" - I was off the side behind a curtain, and stayed there because I hadn't been instructed to do anything else.

The blonde began to read from an autoqueue, and cameras like the ones at a live TV show were present. My heart began racing as I began to imagine the humiliation I was about to go through...

Because I was distracted by my thoughts, the only part of Lara's speech that I actually heard were "And please DON'T welcome out pathetic slut, number Ten Thousand!"

The unexpected then occured: I was sharply penetrated by a woman with a strapon and hit with a cattle charge. I stumbled onto the stage and fell over.

The barefooted woman approached as the music faded, and placed her foot over my mouth.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here - girls, what is this piece of meat?"

A roar from the crowd in response to Lara came swiftly: "A SLUT!"

Her teal blue eyes were now directed at me. I could feel my cock twitching against the cage I was in.

"That's right ladies. Now, let's go over to you number ten thousand - are you owned yet? Have you been named to your owners liking?"

She didn't move her foot, it was impossible to talk. An inevitable punishment was about to follow, I thought.

"Mmm, I don't want your saliva over my foot right now, so you can answer my questions whilst I move down a little. She kicked my legs open from the other end and placed a foot on one - twitching her head to fix her hair, she began roughly playing with my balls with her foot.

"Answer my questions, slave!" she demanded, jabbing her toes against my balls aggressively.

"I.. I..." I stuttered for a second from the pain in my groin. She responded by jabbing even more. The crowd laughed. I began to blurt details that I thought would appease my audience. "Well, I'm a slut, a worthless piece of meat for the pleasure of my m." She jabbed again. "istressessssss owww." And again.

"Answer my question, slut! That wasn't my question!" she shouted, this time, kicking my almost throbbing balls.

"I have no owner yet and I haven't been named." - I managed to quickly burst this out with the pain in my balls. I wanted to squirm around the floor, but I did not dare to move.

"Well, well. For the purpose of the show - I'll call you Slut. Now, let's get started. BDSM in its self is a fetish, but with being a slave - you have to exercise these fetishes, and this is our starting point for that. We'll look at 2 fetishes today which were randomly selected before the show. Round 1 - let's start with..." There was a drumroll. "Chastity! We'll be right back after we prepare the set and slut.

The curtain fell and the lights became brighter. A wooden board on a steep slant came out from behind the backdrop. This had straps on.

I was kicked once and dragged over, I stumbled to a crouch and walked onto it. One of the girls cranked a lever to lower it and I was put on from the top to bottom, and to add to the excitement - nipple clamps with weights and ball bondage with weights was added. I was gagged.

Up went the curtain. "Welcome back! Now, you can see our pathetic slave is locked up already in a CB - and this is hard plastic we're talking about - how painful must it be to get hard in that?" The audience responded with giggles.

With distraction, the blonde went off on a tangent "I think that little Lara should add some weights to those balls." I groaned as the weights were already heavy enough, and this made them feel like one of those ball and chain things.

"Okay, so - how will we make him cum? We've got our magic wand ready to mount on this board. At the same time we will tease him until he does cum. If he doesn't come in 30 minutes, we'll punish him. Please welcome my lovely assistants, Mary, Jennifer and Cathrine!"

They walked on wearing similar lingerie to Lara. The hell I was about to go through was unbearable, even just to think about. Before I knew it, the vibrator was mounted at the end of my cage and on full force - my cock began throbbing.

"Mary - bring out Lara's Torture Trolley number 3!" Lara asked her assistant, who nodded and proceeded to do it, and my heart almost stopped when I saw the selection...

"Jennifer - riding crop. You know what to do." said Lara, who was beginning to ever so slowly slide out of her lingerie on the couch to the side of me.

"Slut, I hope you like sore feet!" said Jennifer. She cranked the lever on the bondage restraint so that I was suspended even higher, then began to slowly tease my feet with the crop - and when she took me by surprise with a massive blow to both toes, I was beginning to worry if I would make it through the other fetish. The crop constantly made me convulse, especially when she got to my balls; this was just cruel!

"You like it?" she responded to my screams.

The clock was down to 25 minutes. I was now beginning to feel the effect of the cage VS my raging erection. There wasn't a place I wasn't in pain.

"Okay, keep going Jennifer, stay on the feet now, and how about I just let you two play with what's on the trolley? I think I'll sit on this beanbag in front of my slave and pleasure myself."

She said this so indulgently, and the masturbation that followed was so teasing - but now I had Mary and Cathrine to worry about.

One of them had grabbed a line of clothespins, and began affixing them to my side, with one on my nipples and a few on my scrotum at the other end. Same for the other side.

The other other had grabbed a wartenberg wheel (one of these)

...and had begun to tease me all over - this felt funny...

I had then turned my eyes to Lara who was oiling herself up. She approached me and began to caress her tits - she rubbed these all over my sore feet. The wooden restraint was lowered again, and I felt the brink of an orgasm coming along. The clothespegs were ripped from me by surprise, but I was concentrating on Lara - what would she do if she was still stood here and I shot into her eye or something? I can't ask for permission to cum whilst gagged I thought....

And then it was done. Luckily, I had missed Lara - and the audience laughed. The orgasm was painful because of the cage, and extremely embarassing at that, but it was about to get worse. I was released from the restraints, sore with red marks all over. I stood there in shame, at the staring audience.

"Oh dear. Look at the mess you've made. Girls, bring me trolley 2 - and get a few glasses of water down you before you come back out. Clean it up slave. With your mouth. And actually, Mary, come and tie his hands before you leave. That's right..."

I was kneeled there with Lara right beside me, completely nude now and visibly moist. Mary pushed me into my load, and I was now doing as Lara asked.

"Make it spotless, slut!" she taunted, pushing my head into the cum even further. I had tasted my cum before, but never as undignified as this.

"Okay, that's enough. Your last fetish before you go to market is..." The drumroll happened again. "Piss!"


Footnote 1: The style was a bit like this: http://www.victoriassecret.com/sleep...alogueType=OLS

[Dareholic]

So what exactly do they have to do with piss? ......

[Court]

Originally Posted by Dareholic

So what exactly do they have to do with piss? ......

You will see : >

[Court]

Chapter 2: Fetish Feud (cont...)

The next session was to be tasteless, well, not the same feeling with my mouth. I found myself on the floor - and I had been placed on a thick mat. I could see a tube emerging from the gag.

Mary walked onto the tunnel with one of those 'blood bag' trolley things you might find in a hospital - this was full of a liquid. In her other hand, she had yet another riding crop. The tube was placed into my mouth, and Lara walked on to accompany Mary, who was now blindfolding me.

"If any of our audience forgot to visit the toilet at our little 'interval' - you can queue up here!" she announced, this made me worry as I heard collective footsteps of the audience - and it was then that I sensed a salty liquid in my mouth. The bag was emptying its self, and it was piss that I had no idea of who it belonged to.

"Well, the bag emptied pretty quickly!" Lara said. "I think our slave is still thirsty though, isn't that right?" but beyond the gag, I was mute.

I felt and heard the bag being unscrewed from the tube, and something else being attached; the next 10 minutes would be hell for me as the varying taste of piss from the dominant female audience filled me up, and I had little room to breathe.

"Let's not forget my assistants, we'll have you piss too!" she said, as I soon felt heavy streams of liquid scattering my body.

"Well that's it from our slut. This one will be for sale at the market in the city centre today, and don't forget - until every one of our 18-24 year olds are sold off, we will not stop selling!"

Cattle prods soon provoked me to stand, still blindfolded and slipping on the saturated surface I was on. I was soon restrained once more in cuffs and unblindfolded - leading me into a 'Horses in transit' van, where I was crushed amongst at least 30 other men; the taste of mixed piss still lingering in my mouth.

What was next?

NOTES: The market will come next, as well as a more 'mild' version of the story. I know the gameshow dragged a bit, but I'll try not to do that in the future : )

[UndieLicker]

Please carry on!!

[Court]

I will ^_^

Expect chapter 3 later on today.

[Court]

Chapter 3: Carlie

One of the women handed a box with the folders of the men in the carriage labelled 'RESERVED SLAVES' - I wondered what this meant and if it had any relevance to me. We began driving as some of the men stumbled a bit.

"Not like it's any of your concern to know any of that, you do as we say anyway..." she finished.

The ride was bumpy. None of the young men dared to speak, and they all remained calm. There were no windows; it was dark. The wooden floor was lined with hay, and as we came to a stop, we could hear a conversation and a sound that resembled the opening of a gate, and once again we were moving.

Shortly after, we reversed, shutters opened, and we were out again. There were plenty of women wearing the similar uniform, which I now noticed the label that was widespread around the warehouse and uniforms:

I was on the inside of the small herd which had been classified as 'premium' and I was glad to be on the inside. Some automatic doors opened and water began to emerge, the men at the front were provoked to go through by the now more common whipping, and the rest of the women went into the nearby door reading 'WOMEN ONLY'.

After the once again freezing shower, we emerged into a small hall. Here stood yet another uniformed woman - this time wearing a military style cap and a collection of pips on the side of her arms.

"Sluts. I am Vanessa, but you will call me Mistress V, and nothing else. I am the coordinator for all of our premium meat in the UK - and you'll be seeing me at the various premium slave events going on around the country. You are 20 of just 3000 men around the world who classed as 'Premium' - this does not give you rights, all it makes you is more expensive, more exclusive and more valuable to the world - which is why you will be accomodated in our new 'Premium Slaveholder Homes' - equipped with the finest dungeons and facilities." she paused.

"You will be treated no different than to how your mistress decides to treat you, and you have in fact already been reserved by 'higher class' women from this area" I stopped to think, remembering that had quite a wealthy family.

"None of your previous female acquaintances will remember you. At all. It's a fresh start, where you sluts are here to serve us, produce offspring and be available 24/7 at our leisure. You are about to be called individually from your collar, you will be leashed and brought through to your final steps in the processing department." she finished.

Another woman holding a leash shouted "Slut 10000 of London (region 3)!" - I made a hastily entrance to the front, and was collared and brought through to a hall. I was allowed to shower properly in the room I was brought into. The woman affixed a quite extensive pack of papers and booklets with the front most one reading "MAKING THE MOST OUT OF YOUR SLAVE" and a visible magazine at the back reading "SLUT WEEKLY" - this was attached to my chest - it was sticky, just like receiving a parcel which would have a 'DOCUMENTS' plastic on the outside.

I was brought through to the last room which had doors leading to the outside, and to my delight stood my beautiful Carlie - could it be true? Had she remembered me above all odds?

"Here's your slut, ma'am." she said to Carlie. Carlie took my leash, but my hopes began to diminish as she had not said a word to me. I walked on with her until we reached her car (I recognized this. BMW 7 Series.)

My hopes replenished as Carlie finally communicated "I can't say anything yet Jack. Get in the boot. It's the rules." This was quite kinky. She locked me up, the documents still bearing on my chest.

I had no way to tell the time - but it seemed around 3 hours, all of which she never communicate. The boot wasn't all that comfortable, to make matters worse.

We came to a stop, and the boot was opened. Carlie approached the garage door and closed it: this took some time, so I observed a notice on the bricky wall.

Grievous harm? Even the mention of it makes me cringe at the way we're meant to be treated. But in all honesty, I have had a fantasy of being controlled by Carlie for all of our 2 years in the relationship. We were both only 18 when we got together.

The door had closed, and Carlie started: "Jack. I have always had the fantasy of controlling you - I, despite the wishes of the government, still love you - but any of that must stay extremely low profile."

I responded "Carlie - What has happened?" The response: "Oh yeah, and while we're there - don't call me Carlie in public. You'll probably get caught and end up being taken away from me. Anyway, here's what has happened. An american woman called Carrie decided to experiment with some stuff, and ended up sending radio signals all over the world which weakened men. She gained control of all women and this caused global domination. Everyone aged 25 and above were eligible to make facilities for the domination, and did so - now they serve as 'back up' slaves for those who can not afford a 'premium cut' and the others are placed in femdom prisons where they are punished equally. Baby boys aging up to 18 are educated in being a slave, and are available for use by the younger girls as practice - they are treated normally as a toddler and then made to go about life simmilar to men until the age of 18 - where they are sold as slaves to the girls who reserved them."

Oh boy.

[caycay]

This is amazing!!!!!

[MoopyJoe]

I need mooarr!