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Posted by slave31 on April 3, 2011 · Comments Off on Mistress Chandana 2
In every way, Chandana was the most imposing of all the Mistresses I’d worked for in the past few days. Physically, she was the largest of them all, almost the combined size of Priya and Aditi, but her gorgeous skin and revealing clothes taunted me with fearsome supremacy. And unlike the other mistresses, this girl … Continue reading →

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Posted by slave31 on January 10, 2011 · Comments Off on The Evil Babysitter – 3
Third installment of the Evil babysitter.

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Posted by slave31 on May 9, 2010 · Comments Off on Priya’s Erection Contest
Priya’s little whip broke its way into my spine as I tried to crawl towards her couch, along with two other slaves. “Faster!” she said, raising her legs and bringing it down upon one of the other slaves who drifted too far from the herd. She was trying to control the three of us like … Continue reading →

Posted by slave31 on April 5, 2010 · Comments Off on Priya’s Fatal Facesitting Contest
“One, two, three.” Priya said, pointing at me and two other slaves kneeling down before her in the living room. “Three slaves in my collection. That’s two more than I need,” she stepped closer to us and showed two fingers to each of our faces. “Two of you are extra. Disposable humans, I can say.” … Continue reading →
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Fred was driving down the highway thinking. He had gotten a call yesterday from Doctor Crane. Earlier in the month he had gone in for a yearly check up, she sounded a little worried on the phone when she asked that he come in for more tests. “Probably about my blood pressure” he muttered. He hoped nothing was wrong, his life was going great. A far cry from what it had been three years ago.

As always, when he thought back to that period of his life he got pissed. Back then he was married to his now ex-wife Mary. Now she was a royal bitch. They had been divorced officially for two years now after a marriage of four years. The last two years were hell on earth. Fred took a deep breath. “That’s all over now,” he though to himself. He was now married to a beautiful loving wife by the name of Tanya. She was Five foot 2 and smoking hot. She has short black hair, pert breasts, and a mouth willing to blow him any time he asks. Tanya, unlike his ex-wife never makes him do the dishes or laundry or any of that crap.

As usual he couldn’t stop thinking about his ex-wife. About the divorce, about what she did to him. Mary was also attractive; she was Five foot nine, long blonde hair, and one of the best racks he had ever seen. She was hot, but that made it worse when she starting denying him sex. And she, would never give him any oral or anal sex. Worse she would insist she would be satisfied before they have any. Fred didn’t like going down, it disgusted him. But she made him do it, towards the end of their marriage her pussy would get more and more rank and disgusting. At first he thought it was all psychological, as he liked her less, it was more difficult to do. But later he found out the sick bitch had deliberately not washed down there to make it worse for him!

Angrily he thought to himself, “What kind of person doesn’t wash themselves just to spite someone.” As things got worse and they were talking about divorce, they went to some quack of a marriage counselor who suggested they spice up their love life. Did that mean anal or oral sex for him? No of course not. That meant her taking the “power” role and fulfilling her fantasy of having him tied up. “I can’t believe I ever agreed to that,” he thought out loud.

Thinking back to that night he shuddered. Mary had bought some wrist and ankle cuffs. Unsure about the situation he told her forcefully, “Ok I’ll do this, I want our marriage to work, but while I’m tied up I don’t want to have to go down on you.” She had smiled and said. “Don’t worry Fred, I won’t make you lick my pussy.” There was an evil glint in her eye he should have noticed. Fred stripped down and got into bed. Mary quickly shackled him to the four corners of their bed spread eagle.

Mary rubbed Fred’s cock until it got hard. She then laughed and said, “I’ll be back, nature calls.” She left and went to the bathroom. She was gone for a good 15 minutes before she returned, naked holding a hairbrush and a small makeup kit. “Well you don’t want to lick my pussy huh Fred?” Fred remembered growling at her, “You had better not Mary, I only agreed to this because you said you wouldn’t make me lick you.”

She laughed. “I’m not going to make you lick my pussy dear, I’m going to make you lick my ass!” Fred grimaced, “Your not serious.” Mary smiled and crawled into bed ass facing his face, and her face facing his feet. She took her hair brush and slammed the back end into Fred’s balls. Once, twice, and three times. Fred cried out in pain and struggled to get out of his restraints.

“You have a choice Fred. You can lick my ass, the ass that I just took a shit with, the ass I haven’t wiped clean yet,” she laughed. “Or I can smash your pathetic man hood all night. Fred continued to struggle. “You sick disgusting bitch when I get out of this I’m going to kill you.” More laughter from Mary. Whack, Whack, Whack, over and over she smashed his balls with her brush, until he lay screaming and whimpering.

Crying in pain Fred realized he had no choice. “Ok!” he screamed. “I’ll do it,” he cried. Mary stopped her beating and sat down on his face. She re-positioned herself until her ass was right at his mouth and then she spread her cheeks with her hands. Hesitantly he licked. “You will have to do better then that, or do you want me to get the brush again?” Face twisting with disgust he started licking her ass, it tasted horrible, he could feel the bile rising in his throat but he forced it down.

After a long time Mary finally got up. But that wasn’t the end of Fred’s ordeal. Fred thought back while in the car, rage building, oh no she had then brought a camera out and put make up on him. “Fred, I am going to video tape you saying humiliating horrible things with your face painted like a woman. And if you don’t give me everything I want in this divorce settlement I will send copies to every family member, friend, and co worker you have.” Fred remembered begging her for mercy, that memory was the worst.

But Mary had no mercy for Fred. She videotaped him saying how he loved to dress like a woman, saying he had fantasies about his co-workers, making him say he cheated on his wife, cross dressed and was a part time male hooker for men. Horrible things. In the end Fred had settled to everything. His wife had the house, the car, even his pet dog! He was left penniless.

The worst was when after that was all settled she DID send those tapes out to everyone he knew. The rage blinded him and it almost crashed him into the car ahead. Focusing back on the road he calmed down. Fred remembered moving to another State, finding a new job, and finding Tanya. They quickly fell in love and Tanya did everything for him, sexually and around the house. Life was looking up he thought as he pulled into the Doctors office.

Part II The Diagnoses

He was ushered into Doctor Laura Crane’s office by the nurse. She was a stunning lady. She wore glasses and stood almost 6 foot in heels. Her brunette hair was long and her face was unmarred by age, though she had to be almost forty.

She looked at Fred with sympathy in her eyes. Sir, if you will have a seat I have some bad news for you. Fred’s heart raced, not thinking about the beautiful doctors body, he now thought on what the tests had shown.

“I’ve looked at the results, and to be blunt, they are not good. You have an extremely rare disease.” Fred shook his head and said, “What? I feel fine what is this disease.” She responded quietly, “It doesn’t manifest itself immediately, you have had it for over a year now, but within the next two months it will materialize, first with vomiting and seizures, and then with debilitating pain, as the disease dissolves your internal organs. Fred’s head spun, this wasn’t happening. After all that he had gone through with his ex-wife his life was finally going great! And now he was going to die? This wasn’t fair!

“No this can’t be happening.” He said aloud. Doctor Crane reached out and touched his hand. “I know this is hard, denial is the first step, but you have to get through that, there are important decisions for you to make.” Fred’s anger built, this isn’t fair. He slammed his hand on the desk. “There has to be some treatment, anything, I’ll do any of that experimental stuff just make me better,” he pleaded with Doctor Crane. “I’m sorry, there is nothing we can do, the options before you are limited. Your medical insurance will cover the pain medication when it gets extreme, but you will not be lucid at that point, you need to make some decisions for the future.”

Fred started sobbing quietly. This was really happening. He was going to die. Doctor Crane stood up and said gently, “Would you like me to call your wife?” He sobbed out, “yes please.” Fred went back to crying as Doctor Crane left the room, never seeing the evil smile she had on her face.

Tanya was in tears when she arrived to meet with her Husband. They held each other for a long time. Finally after almost an hour they composed themselves and asked for what Doctor Crane could do for them. Doctor Crane came back and started telling them about various hospice care facilities that they could choose from. She also said, “And I have some bad news, your life insurance policy doesn’t cover this kind of disease as it is considered an “act of God” death.” Fred looked up, “But we just got a house, Tanya doesn’t work how will she be able to make the mortgage payment?” Tanya said, “Don’t worry about that, I don’t care about the house I care about you!” She hugged him.

Doctor Crane looked at Fred and spoke softly, “If you are worried about the bills when you pass on, there is an option.” Fred looked up, he was determined to do something right with his life, he wasn’t going to let his beautiful loving caring wife, everything a wife should be, suffer any more then she had to. “What is it, I’ll do anything.’ Doctor Crane said, “In a small country in Africa, Euthanasia has recently become legal. The method is up to the patient. This has led to a video production agency to seek a volunteer to take part in a real snuff film. “Snuff film?” Fred asked confused. “Yes,” Doctor Crane continued, “The man will be killed on camera by a women, the man needs to look healthy, so most of the volunteers have been rejected, I know this because my cousin works for medical journal that did an article on them. And they are desperate, they are willing to pay $500,000 for a willing volunteer to die on camera in their film.

Fred swallowed heavily. “How.. How, would I be killed? Doctor Crane said, “Through suffocation, mind you, this wouldn’t be a quick thing the film will last for at least two hours. But $500,000 should be enough to take care of your wife. Tanya replied angrily, “No that’s not acceptable I won’t let that happen to my husband” Fred smiled, Tanya always cared so much for him, this was the least he could do for her. “No honey, it is ok, I’m going to die anyway, why not let me do this for you. Plus I don’t want to linger in paid for my last few days. The only condition I have is that you come when the filming is ready to start and we have one last great go at it.” Tanya wiped away a tear from her eye and with a broken voice said, “o.k.” Doctor Crane told them she would have the casting director give you a call tomorrow.

That night they had great sex, Fred slept that night with acceptance that his wife would be well cared for. In the morning they received a call from Mi Linn the casting director. She explained that as part of the law he would have to go through a through psychological screening at the country. This would go on for a week, after that they would do some practice shoots and then follow through with the film. His wife would be flying in separately; she needed to take care of some business for his estate. The next morning he was on the flight. Earlier she had given him an amazing blow job, and he had signed the necessary Power of Attorney forms.

Part III Arrival

He arrived at the airport after a long exhausting flight. As he walked out of the terminal he saw the sign with his name on it. There stood a tall black woman wearing Blue jeans and a tight shirt with some kind of symbol on it. She was wearing boots and was statuesque. She was over Six feet tall and her breasts seem ready to rip through that shirt. She was also muscular. Next to her was a short Asian woman with black hair pinned up wearing a business suit/skirt. Looking down he saw her pantyhose covered legs ended with two pair of 3 inch open toed heels.

He walked over to them and introduced himself. Mi Linn smiled and looked him over, “Fred I am Mi Linn, and this is Letasha, she will be in the video.” She gestured to the waiting cab. Letasha sat in the front while me and Mi Linn sat in the back. Fred couldn’t help but stare at Letasha, she was huge, this video may be painful he thought to himself. Fred and Mi Linn spoke as the cab drove to their destination. She explained that he would need sign some forms authorizing the video taping of his death, the execution itself, and his mental health status. Furthermore he would need to see a psychologist to confirm he is mentally able to agree and finally he will need to say on camera that the Sisterhood of Femdom, the movie company, had a right to do this.

Fred nodded, had to get all the legal hurdles out of the way. Mi Linn looked over to him and said, “On the film itself you will be smothered by two women. Letasha and Nobia.” She continued, “You will be shackled to a table, they will take turns smothering you with their bottoms, breasts, hands, feet, and articles of their clothing.” At this point Letasha turned around in her seat and smiled a huge smile, “I will be the one who finishes you in the end.” Fear began to rise in Fred but he stuffed it down. Mi Linn continued, “It is expected that you will struggle, the script in the movie is that you are having this done against your will.” Fred nodded, “That’s fine I probably wouldn’t be able to stop myself from struggling anyway.” Mi Linn went over some more details and the cab came to a large gated area.

The gate said “Sisterhood of Femdom” on the front and there were two female security guards at the gate. One of the guards was almost as big as Letasha, she had a gun on her belt and a baton in her hand. Barking out an order in some other language the cab drive, a middle aged man got out of the car and put his hands up. She quickly searched him and then smashed her baton right in his stomach. He fell gasping to the dusty ground. Fred was shocked, he moved to get up and Mi Linn stopped him. “No security is strict and the guards don’t much like men. Your with me though they won’t hurt you.” Another order was shouted out and the man on the ground started to kiss the guards boots. After a while she gave another order and the man thanked her and got back into the cab. He drove them inside, there were 5 buildings in this compound he pulled up to the first one. Letasha paid him, he quickly took out their luggage and drove back to the gate.

The building they arrived to was large, the size of a gym. Mi Linn asked Fred sweetly, if he could carry his and her things. Fred complied and they walked into the building. Air condition greeted him as he entered, outside it was very hot and it felt good. An old white haired man greeted them. Mi Linn said, “This is the doctor who will be determining your sanity, he has some tests for you to do but first let us get some documents signed. Grabbing her briefcase from me she put some papers on the table.

Fred took a seat and started to read and sign. The first was basic broiler plate for being videotaped and broadcasted. The next was a form about agreeing to be killed. The next was a form about no liability to the company. The next was one regarding the money what account it needed to be placed in. Forms were signed and dated, all of that took a bit more then an hour. Letasha had left and said, “I’ll go get the set ready, we can do just a basic run through to see how well you react without air.” After finishing the papers Mi Linn handed him a paper script on what to say on the camera agreeing to the video. He read the statement out loud while Mi Linn handled the camcorder.

“I Fred agree to appear in a movie that ends with my death. I agree to everything that will be done to me in that movie by the Sisterhood of Femdom and herby relinquish any right to prosecute them in any country under any law for my death civil or legal. I am entering into this agreement under no duress or influence. Anything that occurs to me during preparation for the film or during has my expressed consent and permission regardless of what I may say, during said activities.”

Smiling Mi Linn quickly packed the camcorder back up and said, “The doctor will pass your mental screening.” The doctor looked at Fred and said, “Ok you look sane, fill out some of these mental questionnaires while I sign the proper forms.” Fred looked puzzled, “Don’t you want to do a bunch of tests, that is why I am here for a week before the film right?” The doctor laughed, “oh no, these tests are a mere formality this is the last time I’ll see you.” The doctor and Fred worked quietly, after about thirty minutes three security guards came in. All three wore boots, had guns holstered, and also had batons out. They were of average height and all had dark skin as the locals did. The lead one said, “Doctor are you finished yet?” The doctor got up quickly got on his knees despite protesting join
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