Femdom Oddities Vol 5

1. Stripy Red Shirt

The freeman-gentleman, dressed in all his finery in front of his beloved fiancée and her friends, gives the pathetic, male slave at the whipping post a humiliatingly painful, stripy red shirt.

Afterwards, the whipped slave has the added indignity of having to kiss the feet of his master’s blonde-haired fiancée, thanking her kindly for witnessing the intricate creation of his brand new, stripy red shirt at the expert hands of the real man in her life!













2. Household Groveller

Man: 'See how my slave grovelleth and fawneth over thy beauteous feet, my dear!’

Woman: ‘Methinks it will soon be thine own feet he licketh, lover… when he weareth the sting of thy whip!’




























3. Encircled

The back-naked slave bites his lip,
Whilst wearing the sting of his master's whip.
The females encircle and mock his pain,
Urging the master to whip him again!
The slave bows his neck and kisses their feet;
Their response is but their demands to repeat.
And so he is given a blood-red shirt,
Courtesy of his master's quirt.





























4. Upmarket


In the upmarket restaurants of the Gynarchy, a complimentary, at-table footslave for the lady comes as standard!































5. Curse’d Are The Meek


The three-thonged LASH
Rips through the cold air,
And then through his warm flesh,
Causing PAIN through his brain,
Cross his back,
Right down to his fundament.
Burning, biting, STING,
That wipes all trace of humanity
From his fevered brow!
And then… despair upon despair…
That old myth, ‘The first cut is the deepest’,
Is shattered in an instant of RED RAW,
As the cruel whip bites,
And the second stroke stripes,
On the same quivering back-flesh.
Unbearable! Screaming!
Yet it must be borne.
The pure white wrath of the WHIP,
The blood-red cry of the forlorn,
Nerve-racking and unending!
Curse’d are the meek,
For they shall inherit PAIN!


6. Sub Zero

The semi-naked, half-frozen, submissive male slave is a ‘zero’ as he must polish the beautiful, business-lady’s black leather kneeboots (which are fetchingly turned down at the cuffs) during her conference cigarette break on a cold winter’s day. Meanwhile her well-wrapped-up, male business colleague is a ‘hero’, as he gallantly keeps the freezing slave’s head down with his warm, booted foot.






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