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Femdom Stories from Ms Julie


The loyal slave...

A grown man forced himself to look upon the cell he has been in for years now. From time to time he was pulled from his manacles for sexual favors.
Each time he performed exceptionally. That was not enough now. Strong fingers clawed at the manacles that bound his wrists. Harder and harder he
worked to free himself. Finally the stone, which held his chains, gave way. He did not move as was expected of him though. For years he had been
chained. Although the submission had been complete, he did not move when he was able to. Something deep within held him there, in the cold, dark and
tranquil room. Emotion held him fast.
Although he had been physically abused and tortured, he had been cared for. Fed, clothed, sheltered, and above all else, loved. Years of meaningless
existence had passed. He was once a well-maintained Internet businessman; he had made millions of dollars in companies, but now he was a slave. He
loved it. No longer was he playing games of intrigue and politics with the business rabble. He was on his own, away from the constraints of humanity.
Hours passed before his eyes.

Although he was chained, he was able to reach his manhood. Long was the time that passed between each visit from his mistress and master, but they at
least let the chains out so that he could fondle, feel, and masturbate himself. For any man, there was a certain amount of freedom granted, but none
measured up to the amount that one man could give himself if allowed. The first year had been painful; he could not even reach himself with his hands.
After proving himself, things changed, he was allowed to touch himself at will now, just as he liked it. Every morning, noon and night, three times a day he
masturbated.

He did not have time to finish off now though. Footsteps could be heard echoing in the darkness. He knew that a visitor was approaching. He straightened
his back, and thrust forward his erect appendage in hopes of being taken from the cell like a puppy stuck in an animal shop. Long black hair and a thick
beard coated his features. Most women scowled at his appearance, but he believed that his emotional strength would win out eventually. A thick layer of fat
lined his waist, although he was fed sparingly, never would that tire disappear, it was his heritage to carry like the Olympian discus athlete. Some day, a
woman would look past his features and except them. That day would mark a change in her (not his) life.

Like all god's animals, when survival is upon their mind, they do what is necessary, but when passion and love are driving factors, no longer would he
perform only exceptionally. Compassion, love and devotion are what he most enjoyed. Instead of giving her one orgasm, he would not stop until she said
to quit, and even then, he had been trained by the best of the sexual craft to continue. Not harshly, but sensually. Slowly he would continue licking her
sensual nether lips for hours. He did not care if she was on her period or if she had just expelled a living child. He loved the act itself. He did not question
her. He did as he felt was right.

The footsteps grew closer to the cell. Finally after slow and careful moments, he heard a lock being opened and the door slip inward to reveal him to the
viewer. A shapely form greeted him, not that of a super model but of an average female. On the thick side, but that is how he liked them. She turned
sideways and cocked her head toward him. The light from behind her revealed her bosom from her silhouette. No matter what he told others, he could not
deny a thick and well-endowed natural woman. He could not identify much other than her general outline due to the sharp light from behind her that seared
his eyes, so used to the darkness. Extra saliva found it's way to his lips. He gulped carefully, not believing that his time had finally come after so long. She
regarded his erect cock with lust.

"My, my, we have been neglected haven't we?" her cool words slipped from her mouth without distress.

He began to answer but found that weeks of solitude had helped nothing but the grunts and growls that issued forth from his lips. Ashamed, he cleared his
throat and began again.

"My beauty.... I am here but to serve your wishes, anything you wish, I will obey," stuttering, after long weeks alone, he found that it was not too difficult
to talk as he first thought.

"Damn right you will. Otherwise I will leave you to the rats." her tone was harsh, but both knew it was an idle threat. She had come for him because he was
the best at pleasuring. Plain and simple, what most men though as sex, this man though of as the beginning of pleasure. He did not simply dive in and eat
or fuck for all he was worth. She did not have to tell him what to do, all she did was unchain him and take him to her room. When she lay back, he took
over. While most men stared stupidly at her, his gaze was only of love, lust, and compassion. He knelt between her legs. She was naked, as was he. Blood
rushed to her groin and nipples as she watched him look upon her average but unique body.

The black collared man traced his fingers over her body. He could not help but marvel at her beauty. Although she was not the typical media brand of
woman, he hated that type anyway, as did most men that would admit it. He wanted the self aware, unconfident woman that was the average. That type was
not average at all to him. That was the most beautiful in the world. His concentration broke away from his fantasy and brought him back to the real world
in an instant.

He leaned over closer to her bare flesh. The collared longhaired man kissed at her sides. He felt the soft pale skin of her thighs, waist and sides. He was in
no hurry to score a touchdown, this process was time involved, and the entire night would pass him by before he finished. Her skin was so soft, her breasts
ample and her eyes inviting. He continued to kiss, caress and fondle her sides, stomach and chest. His manhood was erect and demanding attention, but he
ignored it. This was the time to please. Not to received, as most men felt. The collared man felt more fulfilled when he was able to give pleasure than to
receive it.

"Not just yet my pleasure slave," her words rolled off her lips like a cat's purr.

She regarded the manacles and stone at the floor with anger that this slave had been trying to release himself.

"Trying to leave?! You will be ever so sorry of this shortly." Her anger was apparent, but not overwhelming.

"Only something to pass the hours Mistress, I've not seen light in many weeks, and with only a bowl of watered oats to sustain myself, insanity creeps in
from," the man cowers from her stinging blow to his temple, suddenly his cell seems better lit with glowing stars from all angles of the room.

"Silence, follow now slave." She unlocks the chain near the pulled stone and yanks on it to force the slave to his feet and follow her.

The Mistress left the cell door open as she passed; several black robed submissive females locked it and hurried after her. Many minutes passed while the
slave was led through stone tunnels and to a spiral staircase leading up a tower. He knew his duties and grew eager toward the end of the ascent.

Warm herbs filled the upper staircase. The slave's focus was upon the black leather clad behind from the Mistress before him. All thoughts of freedom
escaped his tortured mind. Finally the last step was climbed and the Mistress opened an iron bound door at the top. Roughly she yanked upon his chain
and pulled him in and shut the door before the submissive women were able to look inside.

The room was filled with pillows, cushions, and blankets. One extremely large round bed dominated the features of the room in the middle, easily large
enough for a score of people to comfortable fit.

"Slave, for this evening you may refer to me as Mistress Black."

Mistress Black led the slave in further, she walked to the bed smiled approvingly at him, not amazed by his looks but scouring his soul through his
movement. She could sense the growing eagerness in him. She would not be sorry.

Mistress Black removed the chain from his collar, but left the heavy iron collar in place. The slave submissively kept his gaze on the floor, only feeling the
presence of the dominating woman in the room.

"You may look upon me slave," cooed Mistress Black. The slave found himself unable to deny her request and peered up through his dark mane at her.
The raven-haired Mistress had lain down on the bed comfortably on her side. She was slightly thick as he had noticed from before with large slightly
sagging breasts and long meaty legs. Her bottom shaped like a heart was perfectly formed. A small dimple adorned each bun. She lewdly rolled onto her
back and pulled her legs back toward herself, which spread the leather thong across her swelled mound. He could see her lips crease the middle of the
thong, which brought a pulse to his cock, visibly engorging it to the pleasure of the Mistresses.

"Ooooo, this beast does have blood pumping through his veins. Time to get you cleaned and ready to serve." Mistress Black in sheer delight rolled off the
bed and approached.

She reached up to take hold of his collar, at over six feet, the slave was a mountain of a man, but this smaller dark fairy jerked his collar and head down to
eye level with frightening strength.

"You smell horrid, that cannot do while I am being pleasured. Come, let me bathe you, and remember that this could quiet possibly be the only pleasure
you receive tonight. You are responsible for bringing me to orgasm as many times as you can before I will consider returning any compassion to you,"
harshly Mistress Black reminded him of his responsibility like all other Mistresses had done before, although he had never performed for these this
particular Mistress, he never had a notion of worry or alarm.

The Mistress herded the slave into a side room, equally as impressive as the bedroom, but instead of a large bed in the middle, a barge like hot tub sat like a
throne with gold faucets and already bubbled and steamed waiting like a volcano to erupt.

Since the slave was already naked, the Mistress climbed out of her leather and prodded the man along. He needed no further instruction and climbed in
without notice to the scalding heat, although his body was cold from the deep dungeon-like cell he resolved to make an impression upon this beautiful
Mistress from the start.

The Mistress attempted to follow his quick descent into the steaming water, but gritted her teeth and slowed considerable. Many minutes passed before she
was able to sit fully, by that time the slave had already been using his hands to scrap the dirt and dried blood from his arms and legs. Mistress Black, he
noticed her pubic area was trimmed, with only a dark triangle above her lips, took a brush and rested it between her large breasts. Her rose colored nipples
were hard and protruding, she waited for the heat to feel more comfortable before continuing.

The whole while this mountainous slave kept his eyes hidden behind his dark hair, knowing full well that should she catch him watching without approval,
his night could end abruptly.

She nearly had to swim toward him due to the size of the tub, but the Mistress pulled him toward the middle where she pushed him under water then let
him sit with only his head above water. Her hands began moving over him. Those hands wielded a stiff bristled brush that made him nearly bite his lip to
keep from cursing the roughness or squirming around. Mistress Black sunk below water in front of him and soon enough he felt a rough brush on his left
foot. She made short work of his feet, ankles and lower legs before coming up for breath. When Mistress Black finished catching her breath, she
instructed him to stand, the water was only to his waist and his molten spear, excited from the touching, curved triumphantly upward and out of the water
before him. This time she took breath and sunk under the cover of bubbles and attacked the dirt on his upper legs, front and back. The slave clenched the
bubbles and water at his side, the Mistress dangerously close to his most sensitive areas still using those wire-like brushes.

Soon enough the slave was cleansed from his feet to just under his groin and firm ass. Although the slave had love handles, his lower body was massively
built, cords of muscles strained along his calves and thighs. Just when he nearly screamed from the brushes on his upper thighs, the Mistress arose from
the water to catch her breath.

She sat him down and skipped his groin area, he knew she would return, and knew full well she wanted to leave that part for last, this time she stayed above
water and worked on his chest and shoulders. The water turned quickly dark due to his stay in the filthy cell, but the jets and filters of the tub made quick
work of that. Soon enough everything but his groin and ass had been attended to.

"Back up on you feet slave, but spread your legs so that I can clean you more fully. Do not despair, I've felt your cringe at the brushes I've used and have
another selection for this area." Mistress Black coolly instructed.

The Mistress made toward the side and put up her harsh brush and returned with soft puffball filled with pleasantly fragranced soap. With an evil grin she
disappeared under the water to finish his bathing. At once he felt her hands of which filled with a soft puffball assault his groin and ass gently, his already
hardened uncut cock was pulled under and her hands glided over it and washed it. His foreskin was pulled back and forth during this process that
hardened his red-hot poker even more. During this time he felt was seemed like a mouth attacking the head of his cock and his balls, he squatted more to
give better access. The assault on his cock and balls left him nearly on his toes, but the Mistress was not worried. This slave would not be wasted for the
night, if his first orgasm left him soft, he would be discarded for any further usage. A raven head appeared above water, with his member lodged in her
mouth, she pulled off just enough to instruct him to relax and enjoy this orgasm. Now that all worries had been abolished, he relaxed and soon enough an
orgasm approached and flooded Mistress Black's mouth, she pinched firmly on the underside of his cock to stem the flow and to allow herself more time
to enjoy. After a moment of swirling his seed around in her mouth, she swallowed. Mistress Black replaced his uncut steak back in her mouth and suckled
until there was no more milk left. True to his reputation, the slave's member did not soften, and the eyes of his Mistress lit up at the confirmation that this
night would be the best ever.

She toweled off after washing the slaves hair then donned a bathrobe. She even allowed the slave a towel robe as she led him back into the bedroom.
Mistress Black took firm hold with her vise-like grasp on his collar and nearly drug the slave to the bed where she removed her rode and commanded he
please her orally.

The slave smiled under his mane of wet locks. This, unlike most men in sex, was his favorite part where he, even as a slave, had control and experiences
enough to please any woman. He did not dive straight for her pink lips. Instead he veered aside and began by kissing and tracing his tongue and lips
across her left knee. Instead of moving toward the 'V' of her legs, he moved outward, in small circles he kisses and licked and nibbled at her coppery flesh.

The slave reached Mistress Black's left foot, it was perfectly attended and her toenails were short and clean. He kissed and nibbled at her heel and between
her heel and the ball of her foot, where the most sensitive skin just under the arch lies. She giggled and attempted to pull her foot away, but the slave moved
up to her toes. Kisses, licks and sucking of each toe resulted before he moved up her leg back toward her knee and inner thigh. Just when his circle of
kisses, nibbles and licks closed its gap toward her nether lips, he kissed and licked the bare flesh beside her lips and moved an upward U-Turn past her
bare clit, missing it, but working down the other side of her love-street. Her arched back and panting breath was indication enough that she was nearly
ready for full onslaught.

The dark haired slave with his circle of never ending kisses, nibbles and licks traveled down her inner thigh to her other foot, which received the same
treatment as the other. She began moaning for him to eat her out, than begged, forgetting she was his Mistress, forgetting she was anything other than a
subject of his desire. He obeyed, but not as quickly as she commanded. He made his way ever so slowly back toward her pussy, just as before, he moved
up one side of her lips without touching them, but kissing and nibbling the inside of her thigh just next to them. Her back arched and she screamed at him
to lick her, to eat her. He obeyed by making his lips into an 'O' and lowered them on her clit to suck ever so softly. He flicked his tongue across the top of
her clit, and her body shuddered. A great orgasm building, his tongue circled her clit rapidly. Her hips moved to grind her clit into his mouth as he flicks it
and used his lips over his teeth to gently squeeze it, licking all the while. She screamed and moaned, her orgasm like lightning clenching and pulsing across
her body.

The slave continued his assault on her clit gently and slowing while her orgasm continued. He moved lower to lick and suck the nectar of her lovecanal as
her orgasm subsided. His oral assault took another approach as he added his soft and clean fingers to the action. He sucked on his finger adding saliva to
it before probing her birthing tube. He turned his hand so his palm was up and moved his finger in an ark across her G-Spot. With constant stimulation of
her G-Spot, he leaned back down to suckle and kiss her clit, before she was even able to come down from her first orgasm high, she was climbing the next
mountain. Her moans and body movement indicated her position on that mountain climb. She thrust her hips toward his working finger and licking
tongue. The roughness of his beard added to her climb, as the soft beard rubbed her sensitive lips and inner thighs. Millions of prickles from his hairs
stimulated every nerve ending around her pussy.

Her second orgasm of the night left her breathless. The power and intensity of this orgasm nearly made her pass out from the pleasure. The slave
continued his assault very softly, letting her enjoy the wave of emotion that came from such intense pleasure. Over an hour had passed, for this Mistress
was not easy to please, but after another two hours and four orgasms, she pleaded him to stop, he obeyed her command.

Knowing most Mistresses' wants, he moved up to lie beside her and hold her, whispering poems about her beauty and magnificence. He kissed her softly
on her cheeks and face, his prickling beard soothing her, his strong arms comforting her on her descent from heaven.

She instinctively turned on her side to return the hold, her legs intermingling with his own, they sat for a long time until sleep took her, but before sleep she
felt as if she ran a triathlon, she knew this slave would always be with her, never faltering never leaving her. He was the definition of loyal; she had picked
him because of his medieval research during the after hours of his business time. His chivalry and olde values were what she thirsted for, the tests he had
undergone up until now were to solidify her choice. He was only new age enough to become a slave in her Castle Dominance. Now the Queen Mistress
was satisfied, and her King would sit upon a throne to rule the erotic business of the night.




Mistress Julie welcomes all slaves.  I'm a superior, dominant female (femdom, Mistress, Dominatrix) who enjoys the thrill of  BDSM, mind control, power exchange and female supremacy.   I was a professional dominatrix for 10 years, and have been online with this site since 1994.

I adore submissive men (slaves) who want to submit to a superior, intelligent female, such as myself.   I am for real, and expect you to be also.  My dungeon play will include CBT (cock and ball torture) using iron maidens, cock stocks, chastity devices, steel & leather parachutes, cock rings, ball stretchers, humblers and weights!!  Nipple play  Nipple clamps, alligator clamps, clips, vibrating clips, weights, fire cupping sets.

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