By Deborah Jenkins
Jane turned up to work at the book shop the next Sunday and this after becoming aware that Anne was a Female Supremacist Party member. She also knew her ex husband was now Anne’s ‘in house slave’, because that is what females of the F.S.P. did to their males. It being now legal for females to own males and register them as their property on a public register. Jane at first though couldn’t bring herself to look at this slave register, but after agonising over it she did and found her ex husbands name there and that of his owners, namely Dominatrix Anne Evans.
The shop door was unlocked and Jane ascended the stairs to the shops flat and called out to announce her arrival. Anne was leaning over her laptop atop a waist high living room table, and was wearing a white, tight, hugging, woollen long sleeve, roll neck top, with no bra, her 36 d.d breasts and proud nipples looking fantastic, defined. She was also wearing tight black leather trousers and black leather, knee high, four inch stiletto zipped boots. Anne ignored Jane and made her wait until she was ready to address her.
‘Fucking take me in you bitch, fucking look at my breasts, fucking imagine being addicted to worshipping these proud fucking tit’s of mine, see me for what I am and what you are, you sub loving slut, that’s what you really are. I know so much about you through interrogations of your ex. He spilled the beans on you, you sub loving, cock loving, righteous bitch, so your going to submit to me and I’ll have both of you as slaves, that’s the power I’m going to use, and its going to be perverse….. perverted.’
“Could you start down stairs and I need to talk to you before you go o.k”.
Dismissed Jane then spent the rest of the morning sorting out books and putting them in their rightful place. She didn’t see either Anne or her ex which was slightly unnerving in a way, but she managed to finish early and went back upstairs just two hours since arriving to find Anne and find out what she wanted to talk to her about.
“Ah, there you are. I’m hosting a get together next Saturday in the shop an evening do, just a few people but its theme orientated, wondered if your interested in doing a bit of work, handing out drinks, filling them up, going around with plates of sandwiches etc, etc. Bonus is that it’s really well paid, plus tips. Yes or no but I need to know now, so I can plan.”
Eventually Jane agreed, she needed the money, every little helped, she’d be there at six.
With her work done in the shop she left early. On the way home though she couldn’t help thinking ‘may be I’ve got this all wrong concerning Anne and the F.S.P., and nothing’s really changed, I’ve blown things out of all proportion, and that’s so bloody typical of me’.
Back at the flat though her ex was encased entirely in a thick gauge rubber gimp suit, he’d been in it prior to Jane’s arriving and leaving the shop but now after having only been tied up he’d now been hoisted upright and then suspended by his balls, he was now teetering on his toes with Dominatrix Anne whipping his balls mercilessly and laughing at him the defeated male, that she was now doing anything with was saying.
“Soon your ex will be like you, both of you merciless” whilst the whip came down across his agony thrashed balls yet again. Balls that were slowly and daily reducing in size. His balls shrinking until the on going feminization of his body drew them up internally into him.
Anne was undecided as to what to do with her slaves cock though, make him completely a he-she or leave him able to get an erection. She loved the idea of seeing him without balls but loved the thought of an enlarged erect cock and no balls, this being because she wanted her slave to be constantly reminded of what he once was, and that he was completely powerless to whatever she and the F.S.P. wanted to do to him, ‘Can always remove his cock at a later stage I suppose’ thought Anne though.
“You said she tried to take it anally didn’t you,that she wanted cock up her tight arse once, but chickened out, before you could push it into her, filling and stretching her tight anal virginal ring and then she got you to stop, well I’m going to fuck her up the arse with a huge strap on and butt plug her till she submits and comes, what do you think, would she like that, what do you think….., oh you can’t tell me can you, not with that penis gag in your mouth can you…..I forgot scum”.
Then Anne rained down stroke, after stroke, after stroke on her males balls. She broke him and now satisfied she left him whimpering, hanging with his entire body weight suspended on his shrunken male testicles.
Later that night Anne chatted on line to the other half dozen invited local F.S.P. Dominatrix that would be attending her little gathering on Saturday night. Their talk though mainly concerned what Jane would be made to wear and what they would do to her, they would break her between them, making her forever an enforced F.S.P. lesbo slave, she deserved it the almighty righteous, mouthy, slut. They would give her plenty to moan and mouth about, they would make her groan.