Punishing Prominent Men 4 (2)

Further exploration into the “Doormat” policy

written by Nicolas Masoch
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Author’s note: This story is inspired by Obiwan’s “The Sentence”

Part 1: Introduction

Note: This story is also inspired by the news, and while this involves political situations, this post is not meant to be partisan. The politics seeks to explain how the all female government came to power, and what would happen if the doormat penalty was actually applied.

A revolution was happening: men left and right were discovered to have wronged women, men who had significant positions in entertainment, the media, religion, government, education, etc. These men were producers, anchors, preachers, congressmen, and teachers. This is what brought down the administration of Mick Thorne, a man who wanted to build walls, who empowered fascists, and was rumored to have colluded with foreign powers to get elected. He was elected despite comments boasting of assaulting women. However, his hubris brought him down, and, after an uprising, an all female government was installed, and they already had a new way of dealing with crimes against women. Another story tells of Dave’s experience with being a human doormat; this series will tell the stories of a movie mogul, an anchor, a preacher, a congressman, and other men convicted of crimes against women. First, though, I will tell of a frat boy in the next post. Continue reading “Punishing Prominent Men 4 (2)“

The Sentence 4.2 (5)

A sentence in a special kind of a court

written by Obiwan
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Part 1

Dave could not believe what he was hearing. He was in court and had been found guilty of “Crimes against women”, a blanket charge that covered many things since the all female government had come into power. The judge asked if he had anything to say before she passed sentence. Dave could not answer her as he was struggling to take in his predicament, from being arrested to summary trial had only been a four hour period. Continue reading “The Sentence 4.2 (5)“

The Surrender 3 (1)

written by Anonymous author
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

Author’s note: 

This is a followup to my previous story “The new pair of stilettos”. Both stories being complete on their own, but maybe the context of this is better understood if you have read the previous one. The text and the dialogue is looking back at an experience gifted to me by wife, where the personal pronouns are interchanged and relative to who is speaking. Fictitious, but based on a true story, as they would say in Hollywood…

Me:

“…yes Cecilie, or is it mistress now?” I ask…

You:

I reach you, standing before you now… my body close enough that the fabric of my dress brushes your knees. My heels, still towering over you, put me in the power position. My fingers lift your chin, tipping it up slightly to look into my eyes as I continue to speak—my voice a silky command.

It’s Mistress.

Always.

Now… let your eyes travel slowly down my body.

Feel me with your gaze.

Feel me with your desire. Continue reading “The Surrender 3 (1)“

The Floor is Lava 4.9 (10)

written by CrushJohny
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

Author’s note:

These aren’t as exciting as some, but I guarantee they are 100% genuine, true to my recollection. It’s something I feel I can’t share with anyone I know in person, so if you’ve read this, please leave a comment. It’s my motivation to keep journaling them down.

When I was in my first year of middle school, my sister had invited 3 of her volleyball teamates over, my sister is 3 years older than me, and her friends similar age. Her friends were all beautiful, but unfortunately I was really quite awkward and shy at that time. I’d never been to the gym yet, had fairly low self-esteem and no idea about women. I wish I had a time-machine to go back and redo this night, but anyway I hid in my room most of the night playing Call of Duty, only emerging when my mum yelled out that the pizza had arrived. I grabbed a full plate before scurrying back upstairs, but not before I saw that her friends had already switched into their slumber-party outfits for the night. Continue reading “The Floor is Lava 4.9 (10)“

Office machines repirman 4.6 (11)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

A few years ago I had a job repairing office machines. One day I was working in this office, and the space I had to work in was constantly being crossed by some rather fine looking women. Most wore high heeled shoes, and there was about a fifty fifty mix of women wearing slacks and dresses. Since this machine was a copier, I laid down a standard paper type disposable drop cloth so as to keep any of the toner off the floor. I had a housing I needed to repair sitting on the drop cloth, and I was kneeling down and working on it. Continue reading “Office machines repirman 4.6 (11)“

A Bad Day 3.7 (9)

written by Heelcushion
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

I was feeling very down. I swam my hardest but was way out of my league. I never should have agreed to enter the race because swimming was not my thing.

So I took the long way back from the pool to avoid people, and went through the underground passage beneath the stadium. I was still wearing my swimmers and bare feet, with just my towel over my shoulders. Continue reading “A Bad Day 3.7 (9)“

Party Time 4.7 (9)

A sequence of incidental events got a hand unknowingly impaled by a wooden mule

written by Heelcushion
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

It was a very hot night, so as much as I hated going to parties, the invitation from my neighbor to his pool party was just too good to pass up. I hated this guy, he had no idea, though. He was pretty shallow and churned through stunning girlfriends way faster than I could eat hot dinners. He was so detestable, tall, good looking, fit, and worst of all, rich.

He was also computer illiterate, and had purchased an amazing array of hardware based just on price, I was sure. That lucky salesman must have seen him coming and made out like a bandit. Then, as the resident local geek, he kept hitting me up to fix his many issues. I would have loved to fix the issue between his ears with a baseball bat. But he was generous, he was way too friendly, he was easy to hate, but I could not bring myself to break away from his bloody charismatic grip. Continue reading “Party Time 4.7 (9)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 4 4.3 (4)

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part four of four

written by Heelcushion
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

— Part Four —

It was well into the following day when I woke. I could hear movement, but I was in very poor shape, pain bursting from all over my body. Kimberly was moving around me, humming happily. She jumped on the bed and looked me right in the eyes as I panicked at her proximity. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” she joyfully welcomed me to the day. She looked so pretty with her face lightly made up. And her large mop of red-brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She had a bright red tight top on that showed her fantastic breasts and tight stomach off very well. She sat back and stood up. Wow, she was wearing skin tight white jodhpurs tucked into shiny black knee high riding boots. Expensive looking. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 4 4.3 (4)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 3 4.5 (2)

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part three of four

written by Heelcushion
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

— Part Three —

My magnificent tormenter stepped down off me and jumped on her bed. She looked excited as she threw off her horrible football boots with the nasty metal studs. I was glad to see them go until my mind wandered to what was next. Kimberly was now giggling and playing with her feet, but I could not see what was giving her such glee.

She swung her lovely legs over the edge of the bed and dangled her new footwear in front of my face. I was having trouble seeing her new weapons due to the pain, tears, and blurred vision in one eye. What I could see were very bright red, orange and yellow soccer boots with crazy looking plastic cleats. I could not quite make them out, but they looked nasty. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 3 4.5 (2)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 4.3 (3)

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part two of four

written by Heelcushion
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

— Part two —

Kimberly rubbed her incredible lycra clad body against my bare skin, then lifted one of those evil steel spiked heels out of my instep, putting all her weight on the other heel. She rubbed her boot against my leg, dragging the sharp heel up my calf, then pushed the heel back down the side of my leg, scratching it badly and drawing blood. Then she did the same to her other leg, dragging the heel up then driving it back down along my poor skin.

She stepped back and surveyed her work with her hands on her lovely hips. She then sat back on her bed and said, “Had enough of these bad boys yet, got enough holes?” I could not answer, I was still sobbing in pain. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 4.3 (3)“