Femdom-Blog

I was a little early for my appointment at the Premier Nail Salon in Marietta, GA,as I waited for the manicurist to finish with her client before me. I was thumbing through Cosmopolitan magazine, reading an article on their silly stereotypical ideas on how to get a man to do what you want. Bat your eyelashes and wear red lipstick ? maybe that was the way it worked in the fifties. I certainly had some different ideas on the subject! Then Jane walked in the door. “Angela! I can`t wait to tell you what happened after all the advice you gave me last week about improving my husband Chuck`s behavior.”

That evening Chuck and Jane were snuggling in bed. Chuck was wearing a pink nightshirt and white cotton panties. Jane casually ran her hand over Chuck`s chest. She noticed his chest was smooth ? he had taken the time to shave his chest hair, and she complimented him for that. Chuck reminded her that he had shaven all his body hair.
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After humiliating the creature by making it spew over the floor and administering a short but painful flogging, the Countess had taken pleasure from the result. Proper discipline had stamped her authority. Further proof however was still needed and the soles of her boots were filthy—-!
Since it makes for proper humility, having a slave clean one’s footwear with its tongue is an activity ‘de rigeur’ for the ‘Induction’ process and Countess Karena was not about to ignore such a custom.
Kicking Nebo across the room to one of the couches, she lolled back on it, whip in hand and ordered a bedchamber slave to bring her champagne. An ice-cold bottle was brought immediately and poured into a silver goblet. While Nebo set to his task, she sipped the champagne, watching him closely over the rim of the goblet.
The bathing chamber slaves were ordered to make sure the temperature of both water & milk were as required and that the right amount of perfume & oil was added. Gods protect them if things were not exactly correct when the Countess was ready to bathe.
Nebo’s tongue licked and laved across the leather surface of the soles and the diamond tipped heels. The sticky mess tasted revolting and he was near to spewing up again, but fear of the consequences stopped him. His mouth soon became devoid of saliva and the crystals gave him a raging thirst. The task seemed even worse than before, because he knew, this time he must not fail to finish it.
The Countess savoured her champagne. Its cool sharp taste was delicious—-and the oaf struggling at her feet was obviously suffering! Excellent! It would suffer a good deal more before the night was out. Had she not given instructions that Domina Karissa was to bring hot coals and branding irons to her bedchamber—–? More »