Lured by their seductive power, unsuspecting males fall willingly into the hands of hard-core Dominatrix's, controlling wives and sadistic femmes, who sole purpose is to dominate their male counterparts, whether it's a sizzling romp in bed or total slavery and emasculation. Hot, sexy, buxom females take charge in this new collection of Femdom Stories from author Lance Edwards.
In Subtropical Surrender, a Las Vegas call girl sets her sights on her latest john--a handsome and wealthy male who she'll quickly turn into her doting and submissive husband. Then Ravenous Raver is a sexy punk chick, who takes her naeve hook-up home for some heavy bondage and a good ass and face reaming before she finally lets the poor guy go. Next, his pretty fiance Shauna is a nurse, and Just What the Doctor Ordered is a thorough medical exam from her ruthless femdom colleague, Dr. Brant. Not until he's turned into a groveling sissy-boy and anal trained will this brutal exam be over.
Then, a needy public servant hires Cruel Lucy to abuse him--little does he know he'll not only be brutally bound and whipped, but all his body hair will be burned off by a candle flame before he's forced to take her hefty dildos. As Megan's Plaything he becomes her toilet-boy, torture-boy and whipping-boy - soon to be her 'impotent-boy'. Despite the horror she has in mind, he knows he'll willingly submit.
Then when this surprised husband is Caught in the Closet wearing her lingerie, the formidable Asian wife brings in her Domme friends to give her husband the painful punishment he deserves. And Heather's Hell really smolders, when a weekend in the woods turns into a 'weenie' roast with Heather's willing victim bound to a tree for a night of torture.
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January 18, 2010
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Excerpt from Tales of Female Depravity by Lance Edwards
I haven't been to the doctor for any kind of check-up in years. I'm twenty-five, in perfect health, so I haven't felt the need. But my new fiancee is a nurse, and she's insisted I go for a check-up before she'll let me move in with her or start having sex with me. Still a virgin and desperate to change this I agreed. Delighted, she got me an appointment with the doctor she works for - a small, exclusive private practice - and so here I am.
Shauna (that's my fiance) is working this afternoon, and it's she who leads me into an exam room when my turn finally comes. Two things unsettle me right away about this room. Rather than an exam table it has an adjustable obstetrics chair, and both the stirrups and the chair itself are equipped with a number of black leather straps. Meanwhile the walls are padded with what looks to be soundproofing. When I mention this Shauna merely shrugs.
"Most of our patients are women, and we deliver a lot of babies here. We can't have their screaming upsetting the people out in the waiting room. Here, take off your clothes and put this on."
She hands me a pale blue flowered hospital gown. I don't see why I need to change for just a check-up. But Shauna is by far the hottest girl I've ever known - long, curly thick hair a beautifully mingled ash-blond and brown (currently pulled back in a severe bun), great tits and a slender body that is unbelievably firm and toned from regular workouts - and as always I find it simply impossible to argue with her. I start to strip, and she gives me a smile that is devilishly mischievous.
"Doctor Brant will be in to see to you momentarily." With that she leaves, closing the door behind her. I sigh with resignation, undress completely and don the short thin gown. I'm trying to manage the single tie in back when the door opens. Then I forget all about this. My jaw nearly drops at the sight of my new doctor.
Like Shauna her hair is drawn back in a no-nonsense bun. But where Shauna's is a dark mingled ash-blond-brown, Dr. Brant's is shimmering platinum overlaying a single lock dyed darkest black - incredibly arresting. She is taller than I am even without her white high heels, with which she absolutely towers over me. Heavily built without being fat, she is more muscular than Shauna and has even larger breasts, which strain the starched fabric of her white uniform considerably. The skirt of this is daringly short, showing off strong, columnar legs encased in sheer white stockings. Her face is classically Nordic: beautiful, severe, and haughty all at once. She exudes such an air of authority as she enters and closes the door that I can't help but fall back a step before her.
Already my penis is twitching at the prospect of being examined by this glorious Amazon, and as it hardens and begins to rise I curse the thin, skimpy gown I'm wearing, which makes this impossible to conceal. Soon I'm jutting out the front like a tent, and blushing uncontrollably. My face burns even redder when Dr. Brant spares this a single contemptuous glance as she sets aside her clipboard and approaches me.
First she pinches and prods me all over, checking my muscle tone and body fat, and damn if I don't get harder and hotter by the minute, especially when she boldly gropes my buttocks through the open back. She examines my eyes and ears and throat, and takes my pulse and blood pressure. Then she orders me into the obstetrics chair.
Both wildly aroused and thoroughly cowed by her beauty and authority respectively, I obey. But then she begins securing me to the chair with those straps, and my uneasiness recurs. My feet are buckled into the stirrups, and three more wide straps bind me to the chair at the waist, belly and shoulders, trapping my arms tightly against my sides. Still my raging hard-on tents up my thin flowered gown, and I have to lick my lips and swallow hard before I can voice my misgivings.
"Is this really necessary, Doctor?"
"Of course it is!" she sternly snaps. "I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't. I've found that men almost invariably try to resist these absolutely necessary next procedures. Thus they need to be restrained for their own good. Didn't you read the waiver and permission forms you signed when you came in?"
"Um...no I didn't, Doctor."
"Then you have nothing to complain about," she sniffs. "You clearly need to learn some responsibility if you're going to be married, especially to someone as superior as Nurse Shuana. Now keep quiet while I check you for hernia and take your temperature!"
Once again her innate authority brooks no refusal. I bite my lip and subside into silence as she presses a button on the chair and reclines me back to about thirty degrees from level. She touches another button then, and the stirrups strapped to my feet rise up and spread out wide, until my bare legs are splayed out like a frog's. Then without ceremony she lifts the gown and folds it back around my neck and shoulders. This exposes not only my wimpy, hairless chest but also, of course, my turgid, visibly pulsing genitals. Smirking scornfully at my impossibly rigid erection she snaps on a rubber glove and takes my madly tingling balls into her strong right hand.
"You should keep these shaved, along with your entire crotch," she remarks. "I'll have to speak to Shauna, and see that she makes sure you do. Now cough!"
More unsettled than ever I obey: coughing repeatedly as she presses up under and then firmly palpates my testicles. Finally she gives them a brief but cruel squeeze before nodding with satisfaction.
"Good enough. Now for your temperature..."
She turns away for a moment, leaving me squirming against the straps confining me. Then she turns back to me, and the squirming begins in earnest. Glistening with surgical lubricant, she holds a long, thick glass thermometer with a sizable bulb on the end. Stepping between my splayed legs she puts her free hand on my quivering thigh and begins to push that cold glass bulb into my anus.
"W-w-wait, n-no!" I stammer, mortified beyond belief. "What are you doing? You don't have to do it that way!"
"I don't have to, but I'm going to," she announces grimly. "This is by far the most accurate method. And it also helps me to gauge the extent to which your ridiculous male hang-ups have infected your personality. It's obvious to me already that you're going to require some specialized treatment before you can be sent to live with a clearly superior female like Shauna. Now shut up, boy! Just relax and accept this initial penetration!"
What choice do I have? I'm strapped into this chair and completely helpless! Still I bite my lip again, squeeze shut my eyes and tremble uncontrollably as six inches of cold metal and glass are pushed slowly up into my ass. But then once it's lodged there Dr. Brant does something so shocking that I absolutely can't believe it.
Out of the blackness I suddenly feel her lube-slippery rubber glove close tightly about my hotly burning erection - the first time anyone has ever touched it but me. Pulling it painfully down she begins to slowly pump me, an extremely unprofessional - if incredibly welcome - action. My eyes fly open, and I gape at her. Grimly she stares back.
"This is an absolutely necessary part of the procedure," she direly intones. "To belong to a dominant, superior female like Shauna you need to associate anal penetration with sexual arousal. So just lie back and relax. These five minutes while your temperature registers will be a crucial first step for you."
There's something exceedingly unsettling about these comments, some hinted at subtext I find obscurely terrifying. Yet I find it impossible to concentrate on anything except the indescribable mix of pain and pleasure in my erection as my incredibly strange yet irresistibly attractive new doctor holds it pointing down between my feet and slowly, methodically pumps it with her slick, tightly squeezing fist.
For five full minutes she masturbates me thus, never accelerating her ministrations enough to bring me to orgasm, but so exquisitely professionally stimulating me that I'm writhing in my bonds and moaning helplessly the entire time. Pre-come begins leaking from my cock-head, and I grow ever more desperate to achieve release. But then at the height of my sexual frenzy she suddenly releases me to spring back upright and waggle around most maddeningly, causing me to actually sob in carnal frustration. Brusquely she pulls the thermometer from my ass, consults it, and makes a note on my chart. Then she turns back to me, smiling grimly at my bobbing, throbbing erection and madly frustrated demeanor.
"Now for the prostate exam," she growls.
At this I begin struggling wildly, and again protesting uselessly.
"No! I'm only twenty-five! That's only for middle-aged men! Please don't, Doctor! Help! Somebody help me! Shauna!"
Doctor Brant only laughs spitefully right in my face.
"Yell all you want to, boy. These rooms are all completely soundproofed. And Shauna's the one who got you into this remember? She knew full well what bringing you to me entails. She's assisted me in the anal training of dozens of males. Besides, you signed away all your rights already, remember? You've agreed to submit to whatever procedures I deem necessary to ensure your physical and mental well-being before marriage. And I've decreed that you now need a prostate exam. So struggle and cry as you might, you're going to get one. You might as well lie back and enjoy it. You might even be surprised: I've developed my own special technique that has a delightful additional consequence..."
Ignoring my ever more violent, useless struggles, Dr. Brant moves back between my legs, her first two gloved fingers shining anew with lubricant. Again she places a steadying hand on my thrumming thigh. Then she pushes those two long, strong digits through my anus and deep up into my rectum.
For a minute I can only sob and struggle, once again mortified beyond belief and suffering an invasive pain I'd give anything to escape. But then her fingers find some curious little bump, and I gasp in unexpected pleasure.
"There it is," she croons. "And nice and healthy it is too. But let's just make sure it's working properly..."
She begins to rub it, gently massaging that hidden nubbin. At the same time the thumb and forefinger of her other hand squeezes the root of my wilting erection. She begins kneading it, her two hands working in tandem from both inside and out, and immediately my hard-on springs back into painful rigidity. Copious amounts of pre-come again begin leaking from me. Still she squeezes and kneads, rubbing on me irresistibly, and despite the terrible pain and shame I'm soon gasping and moaning at the overwhelming sensations. Then suddenly, with no volition of my own, with no sense of climax at all, semen begins to slowly dribble out of my dick.
"There you go!" Dr. Brant breathes. "You see? You can be milked of your seed without any sex or pleasure! Shauna can keep you empty and docile at all times without ever allowing you the unworthy release of orgasm!"
Ever more insistently she massages my prostate and the root of my erection, and with the weirdest, most anticlimactic draining sensation my balls methodically empty themselves. All the sperm in me dribbles up and out and down my cock until there's none left at all. Dr. Brant pulls her fingers from my ass then and releases my penis, which immediately slumps into defeated flaccidity. Groaning with terribly conflicted misery, I can only lie there splay-legged and bound as she grins down at me.
"Did you enjoy that, boy?"
"No," I whimper, "It was awful."
"I thought you'd feel that way," she smirks. "As expected, you've been infected with too many ridiculous masculine hang-ups to make a suitable husband for Shauna. I need to cure you of these before you can embark on your wonderful married life together. It's time for a far more radical (and for me entertaining) treatment. Believe me: you may resist this at first. But you will eventually come to thank me for curing you this way. You and Shauna are going to have a wonderfully fulfilling sex life together despite your daily milking and eternal denial of orgasm. This particular treatment never fails to instill the proper subservient attitude in a male."
I'm woozy, empty and woefully lethargic after my milking. I know things are occurring here that will change me forever, yet I can't bring myself to properly concentrate on my situation. And then beautiful Dr. Brant again does something so astonishing that it drives every other thought from my mind. She unbuttons her uniform and lets it fall open: revealing a lacy white bra that barely contains an enormous pair of firm, upthrust breasts.
A matching garter belt circles her waist, the garters attached to the tops of those sheer white stockings. Most arresting of all her shaved crotch is also bare of panties, affording me an unobstructed view of her delta of Venus, vulva and even the top of the thin slit of her vagina. For a moment I can only goggle unbelievably at her incredibly hot big body. Then she turns away from me, her open uniform flapping with her movement as she opens a nearby cabinet. I hear her rummaging around, and withdrawing something. Then with her back to me and her ass still hidden by her skirt she buckles something around her waist. At last she turns back, and my horror and astonishment suddenly know no bounds. Jutting out from her crotch is a large, hard plastic penis at least nine inches long. She grins at me with limitless relish, stroking her big erection meaningfully.
"Yes boy," she gloats, "Your sex life is about to commence. This treatment will change you forever, endure forever, and provide the ultimate meaning of your existence. You're going to be perfect for Shauna by the time I'm done with you!"
Immediately galvanized, I resume struggling wildly, thrashing my head and calling for my fiance to rescue me. "Shauna! Shauna!"
"Oh you want Shauna, do you? No problem. Do you see that mirror there? It's two-way glass - transparent from the other side. Not only is there a video camera behind it, but since she left you in here Shauna's been behind it all this time too, observing and recording your oh-so necessary treatment. Come out now, nurse. Your boy here needs some loving reassurance to accept this most crucial procedure!"
To my limitless chagrin the mirror swings open and my devilishly grinning fiance emerges to join us. Leaving the mirror open she steps right up to me and begins stroking my face, speaking sternly if soothingly down at me.
"Relax, honey! You need this treatment. It's just what the doctor ordered for our married life together. You see, I can't stand assertive, macho men. If you're going to be my husband you're going to belong to me utterly. I'm going to make you over completely into my perfectly subservient little sissy. You're always going to obey me absolutely, unquestioningly. To ensure this you'll be kept weak, empty, and utterly compliant by comprehensive feminization and regular daily milking. And since you won't ever be using or even touching your penis again, you'll need to accommodate yourself to taking mine all the time. After your treatment this afternoon you are going to be my meek, weak, willingly submissive, cock-hungry sissy little boy for the rest of your life. The sooner you get used to this, the more wonderful, fulfilling and exciting our sex life will be. So calm down now, stop struggling and let your doctor break you in. I've seen her do this dozens of times; she's a true professional at it. If you clench up and resist her, it's just going to hurt more. Just relax, and you'll learn to enjoy being my slut in no time!"
I can't believe this is happening to me! What have I done to earn this terrible betrayal? Still Shauna speaks soothingly to me, lovingly calling me sissy, stroking my head, kissing my cheek and then tonguing my ear, something that always drives me totally wild. Helplessly bound, utterly at the mercy of these two beautiful, authoritative females, I at last manage to force myself to relax. Just get through this afternoon, I tell myself. Then the instant I'm released from this chair I can grab my clothes and run screaming down the street, far away from my betraying fiance forever.
Slumping back again into defeated flaccidity, I look down, past my limp, milked-empty penis and ridiculously frogged-out legs at Dr. Brant moving into position. Her terrifyingly large erection now gleams with lubricant just as her fingers had. Her huge breasts are heaving with excitement and her piercing blue eyes shine with sadistic intent. Whimpering with dread I nevertheless somehow control my almost overwhelming urge to struggle, remaining meekly compliant as ordered. Shauna approvingly rewards me.
"Good, sissy-boy," she breathes at me. "That's a good little sissy. Just stay calm and quiet now." Then for the first time ever she takes my limp, sticky penis in her rubber-gloved hand. Gently she fondles and waggles and pumps me, yet not even her expert attentions and the sight of Dr. Brant's incredible lingerie-clad body can rekindle my arousal. I remain meekly flaccid in her grip, whimpering and cringing as Doctor strokes my thighs, steps up closer and aligns her prodigious organ with my already sore and violated anus. Then she suddenly lunges forward and drives it over halfway into me with her first thrust. Helplessly I cry out in agony, my exquisite distress both drowned out and ignored as both lovely ladies triumphantly cheer the eradication of my former virginity.