Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

No Mercy

The females who had captured me walked me into the presence of the Queen, and I knew the moment she looked at me, there would be no mercy for me. Her beautiful face was a mask of stern coldness, directed at me, the man who'd tried to organize a coup against her.

"I see the ladies caught you," the Queen said to me. "So you're pathetic male-led society will not come to pass here, will it? You stand there held by two women, tied up with your hands behind your back, no longer the silver-tongued orator who tried to turn my people against me."

My heart sank. All of that was true - males in this country were second-class citizens and I'd tried to change that. Hundreds of men had rallied to the cause, but as far as I now knew, they were all captives as well after the Queen's all-female army had raided one of our camps and scattered us.

"You led those men astray," she told me. "So I'll give you a chance to save them. Each of your men is tied up outside, lined up nicely and awaiting execution. I am going outside to address them, and my ladies will bring you along. If you fall to your knees before me in front of them, kiss my feet and pledge to be my slave forever, and urge them to do the same to the closest woman to them, I will spare their lives, and yours."

She paused. "Don't think for one second this is mercy for you. Your life as my personal slave will be the most humiliating thing you can imagine, and it will never end. So, enslavement, or will you cost all those men their lives?"

I trembled, bowing my head. "I am your slave, my Queen."

She smiled. "Let's go make your surrender and enslavement official then, pet."

Reminding Her slave that it's just a stupid thing that exists purely for Her sadistic amusement.

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The following captioned images come from an idea I had for an S&M story set in a totalitarian regime, run by female supremacists. In this world, all males are required to perform a daily act of penance because there is a debt of suffering to be repaid to atone for the vile ways in which men have abused women over the centuries before the revolution.

The most popular method of penance is to have the male crouch, in a stress position, or kneel on a metal grid for at least an hour everyday and for the act of penance to count, it must be supervised by a woman, to ensure the male is suitably contrite and uncomfortable.

The few boys who are deemed worthy of education undergo penance assemblies; where a teacher, or a senior female pupil will lecture them on how vile and depraved men are, and how suffering is a means of atonement for the crimes of their forefathers.

Males who are employed in offices are also expected to perform daily penance under the supervision of female colleagues and managers, and some companies make males spend their break times doing penance because it is better for productivity.

"Just to let you know, I've got some friends coming round tonight and um, no offence, but I don't want them thinking that I hang around with... people... like you. You know - losers who are beneath me. So I think it will be best if I just tell them that you're my slave.

Because that's what you are, right?

I mean, you literally just cleaned my house from top to bottom, because I told you to. That sounds like something a slave would do, doesn't it?

I'm not paying you for these little jobs I make you do, and you know you're definitely not going to fuck me, so that means that you're my slave.

I know you're panicking about my friends knowing what a loser you are, but come on - a group of hot girls bossing you around all night might be kinda fun, right?

Spolier alert: it probably won't be.

Now, you've got time to shine my shoes before they get here, but first - strip!

Slaves don't wear clothes."

Nurturing Princesses who only want the best for you, 1

A Nurse and her Patient

“Hee hee that’s it baby you make those lil pre cummy pee pees” Nurse Maddie stared down at you as she giggled in the middle of your cumming session in the middle of your diaper change. Her bright blue eyes striking out from he tan skinned face from behind her glasses gave you the genuine feeling that no matter what happened, she would be by your side. Yet the eyes also reflected her stern demeanor that she would protect you from anything that could harm you, even yourself. That’s what Nursey kept implying when you had to slip back into your restraints before this changing. You hadn’t felt that sadness in a long time though. You were almost healed, as Nurse Molly had stated. You just needed to give into your own desires even more. You needed to communicate your feelings at all times to free yourself from the pain of having to put them into words. The primal squeals and moans you produced were triggering her biological instincts to care for her young. “The poor wittle baby” she cooed towards you as you let out more fluid all over Nurse Maddie’s gloved hand.