I’ve been trying to find more sample covers of this Japanese Femdom magazine but had no success.
The cover of a Japanese Femdom movie.
Originally posted 2015-05-02 11:10:07.
She loves the silly man that she chose to be her husband. Loves him despite his many flaws. Her husband is guilty of procrastination, laziness, sloppiness and ever occasional sassiness. But she won’t divorce him.
She spanks him. In a small notebook that she keeps near her at all times she records her every disappointment, his every failure. Shortly before supper his is summoned to the punishment area. Reading from her notebook she states each act deserving punishment. Then she whips him for unsatisfactory behavior. In separate intervals the spanking for an act is punished with an appropriate quality and quantity of strokes. Then on to the next failure. Until the past twenty-four hours have been accounted for.
When he’s been good punishment time is brief. When his misbehavior has been frequent and offensive his punishment time is protracted and exhausted.
She spanks only because she loves him and hopes the day will come when he is a properly submissive male at all times.
You tremble as you kneel there while the punishment Mistress appraises you. How many strokes of how many canes in how many punishment sessions will it take to make you always mindful that as a man you are woman’s inferior.
In your heart you know that perpetual punishment is your permanent fate.
After a late breakfast we were on our way to the local resort shopping
centre. “The shops aren’t brilliant darling,” Moira pouted at me, “but I’m
pretty sure they’ll have what I’ve got in mind to begin your training”. I’d
been too busy enjoying looking at Moira’s carefully made up lips to
concentrate much on what she was saying, but that word “training” grabbed my
attention. “Just walk one step behind me, and don’t speak unless spoken to,
unless it’s really necessary”. I heard her words, but I could hardly believe
she was talking to me like this, and in public! Part of me felt angry, but
her treatment of me seemed to be making my cock stir again, so I just
Before long we arrived at a women’s “lingerie and bridal accessories” shop.
After a brief study of the shop’s windows Moira led me inside. I enjoy
looking at women’s underwear as much as any red-blooded male, and my eyes
drank in the mannequins in their tight, stretchy panties and under-wired
brassieres. Most had wigs and had even had the faces made up. They really
looked quite fetching. While my eyes wandered over to a tall, slim tailor’s
dummy with long legs and rather large breasts, decked out in sheer black
stockings, black satin knickers, and a beautiful lacy basque, Moira
attracted a sales’ assistant. “I’m interested in a standard, firm-control
panti-girdle,” I heard her say. “I want something that’s a fairly full
design, but in a small size, perhaps a 26/28 inch waist?” The sales’ girl
promptly disappeared under the counter and returned a few seconds later with
“This is the Berlei, Madame,” she explained. “It has an extra firm control
panel at the front. 79% nylon polymide, 21% elastane, available in black or
white only.” I was inwardly cringing. Moira meant me to control by male
appendage by crushing it, it seemed! Still, I liked the black.
“The white’ll do fine,” Moira decided. “I’ll take two, one in a 26 inch, one
in a 28.” I kept quiet, not daring to express an opinion. Moira told me to
pay, and within half an hour we were back at the hotel.
“Well done,” my wife congratulated me when we were back in our room. “You
didn’t protest, which is just as well mind you, because I was going to tell
the sales’ assistant who the panti-girdles were for if you had!” In no time
she had me trying on the girdles over my cotton briefs. When I’d got one on,
after somewhat of a struggle with the tight, constricting garment, to my
surprise Moira put her slim hand down the back of my girdle, reached between
my legs, grabbed my crushed but semi-erect penis, and pulled it hard
backwards, so that my knob was practically sticking up my own bum. Then she
pulled the girdle up my legs another inch. My balls seemed to have almost
disappeared inside my body. The effect was a little uncomfortable until my
semi-erection wore off, but from the front my hips now looked quite feminine.
“You’ll wear one of these girdles from now on” I was informed. “I don’t
think you’ll be chatting up many other women while you’ve got a panti-girdle
on underneath your trousers, will you darling? And I don’t expect you’ll be
getting any silly ideas about challenging any of my men friends to a fight
or anything silly either, will you? When you go to the bathroom you’ll have
to use a cubicle, and remember, I’ll be checking all the time to make sure
that nice, tight, firm-control panel is still in place helping you keep
yourself under control, so no cheating, or I’ll never make love to you
again, OK? Eventually you can buy yourself a whole range of corsetry
perhaps, but this will do for now. Wear one in bed as well, whether I’m
there or not. It’ll help you resist being naughty and touching yourself up.
My little husband must keep all his pent up spunk in his balls for his wife,
mustn’t he darling?” she concluded as she kissed me fully on the lips,
deeply and sensously. My cock hardly stirred so constricted was it, though I
still felt a rush of lust for Moira’s body.
Originally posted 2015-04-09 13:00:15.
Slutboy is Punished
Eric is kneeling on the chair with his back to us, waiting to be punished. I can’t believe this guy. I guess I’ve heard that there were men like this, but I can’t believe Stacy was able to find him so easily.
“Sarah you go first.” Stacy says “Give him twenty good spanks.”
“No, that’s okay,” I say “I’ll pass.”
“Sarah you have to.” Stacy says “It’s really important to me that he understands that he’s disrespected us all, and that he understands that he’s beneath us all.”
“Come on” Heather says.
I go up and give his ass a little slap.
“Wait, wait, harder than that.” Stacy says “Think of how this pathetic worm has been strutting around all night fully nude. Really let him have it.”
I hit him harder.
“Hey idiot.” Stacy says. What now? “Slut boy don’t you even know how to take a spanking?”
“Sorry.” he wimpers. What a loser. I kind of want to give it to him now.
“Present that sorry ass. Stick it out, and make it a nice target. I can’t believe you didn’t even know that. You’re so pathetic, I would of thought you’d have taken many spankings.” He does as she says and pushes his ass out. “We’ll start again. Sarah go ahead and give this fuck twenty good spanks.” I lay into him. After about ten spanks, Stacy tells me to switch to the other side of his ass. I do my best to make this side hurt as much as the other side. I’m into it. As I’m finishing, Heather comes out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon. “That’s a great idea Heather.” Stacy says laughing. She puts her face close up to Eric’s face. “Heather’s gonna beat you with a spoon.” Then she whispers something to Heather, and Heather nods.
“Stick that ass out idiot!”
Heather whacks one side, then the other, then the other, then the other, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Then she aims lower, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“Now harder.” Stacy says.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! “Owww, owww, oh that hurts.” He says.
“Shut up! Don’t tell us it hurts.” Stacy says “We’re not stupid. We know it hurts, it’s supposed to. Make it hurt Heather.”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!
“Last two.” Heather says. She swings her arm back and really lets him have it. He collapses forward. “Pretty good for a fat girl.
“I’m so sorry I said that.” He says.
“One more.” Stacy says “Present that ass.” Heather gives him one more good one. “Okay stand up.” Stacy says “I want you standing in the corner. Put your hands up on the back of your head and take a little rest, but don’t move your hands. The warm up is over. My turn is next, and it will be a lot worse for you.”
We go to the kitchen and get another drink. Stacy goes to her room and comes back with a long paddle made of leather.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“It’s my strap.” Stacy says smiling “This isn’t the first time I’ve spanked someone.” She takes a sip of her drink. “He’s had enough rest time. Let’s go.” Stacy has us bring him into her bedroom. She has towels spread out on her bed. She makes him lie face down on the bed. “Sarah, you hold down his arms, Heather you hold down his legs. Slutboy, I’m going to beat you with my strap for five minutes. I want to make you cry. Then I’m going to give you another painful test. Finally, I will humiliate you, and show you your place. If you pass these three tests you can become my slave, which only means more abuse and humiliation. But that’s what you want. Okay Sarah, please keep track of the time for me. Tell me when I have four minutes, three minutes, and so on.”
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Originally posted 2015-04-09 13:00:09.