Femdom Island (F+/M)

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FEMDOM ISLAND


I dared to sneak in a furtive look behind, and what I saw only ramped up my fears and seemed to confirm my suspicions. The two leather clad women were still following me closely, and it was clear that this action of theirs was completely deliberate. Whilst both were completely gorgeous, the stern look of concentration upon their faces didn’t give the impression that they had my best interests at heart. I increased my pace slightly and they did likewise. Although at this stage, they made no move to decrease the gap between themselves and me.

What didn’t help was that I was not at home, I was in a foreign Country, in a city that I’d never visited before and therefore I didn’t know the ‘lie of the land’ as it were. I’d travelled here for work, and having checked in to a local hotel, I’d set out following the directions of the girl at the reception desk to a restaurant that she’d recommended. And almost as soon as I’d left the hotel, I ‘picked up’ my two female companions. Who knew EXACTLY where I was heading, because the same girl had informed them beforehand, precisely in which direction she’d point myself in.

Carrying onwards, walking on the pavement beside a road VERY busy with traffic, which effectively prevented me from trying to cross, suddenly I noticed another couple of girls, very similarly adorned as the original pair of pursuers, approaching from my front.

Between the two pairs was a small passageway leading off the street to the left, too narrow for vehicles to pass through. And despite my gut feeling, totally correct by the way, that these women WANTED me to take this route, I did so. Now I broke into a run and could sense that all four of my pursuers had done the same. Just before I reached the other end of the alleyway, a large panel van pulled up and stopped directly in front of me. The side door opened and four more women, again dressed in leather like the other group, piled out and split up into two pairs on either side. Unable to stop running in time, I was soon in-between these two couples, several female hands reached out to grab my body and push me into the rear section of their vehicle. With all four of them climbing in behind me.

No sooner had they succeeded in this aim when I felt my arms pulled together behind my back, and a ‘clicking’ sound was accompanied by two cold, steel ‘rings’ closing around my two wrists, in the form of a secure set of handcuffs. This was immediately followed by a black satin pillowcase being placed over my head, removing my power of sight and making me fully aware of the fact that I was now the utterly helpless prisoner of these women.

I heard the van door shut and also being locked, then one of the girls banged loudly upon the panel separating this rear part of the van from the driving compartment. Obviously a signal, one that was clearly understood as I felt the vehicle begin to move forwards. The next thing I heard was the ‘crackle’ of static from a ‘walkie-talkie’ radio, and for the first time since I had seen any of them, I could hear the voice of at least one of my abductors. However, just what she said did absolutely NOTHING to cheer my spirits at all, on the contrary, it almost filled my bones with pure and simple dread.

“CONFIRM, TARGET SECURED!”
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Sounds like the type of island I'd like to visit.
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Curious to see where this one goes. Keep it up!
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[mention]Reidy[/mention] [mention]DallasNotAustin[/mention] Thank you both for your kind words, and here is the next part, the journey to this 'island' of theirs! With my character keep in firm bondage ALL of the way! Incidentally, i hope to visit Austin some day, and as a confirmed 'petrolhead' and motor sport 'nut,' i'm sure that you can guess why? But if only once, it'll would be for Moto GP before F1.



Although I was undisputedly firmly within their hands and power, my captors hadn’t finished with me just yet. Held firmly by one of them, two more pulled off my shoes, socks, trousers and underpants, leaving my lower body totally naked. Turning me around, I was manoeuvred backwards until I reached the opposite ‘wall’ of the vehicle to the door opening. Mounted on that was a padded ‘St Andrew’s Cross’ which I felt myself pushed back upon, uncomfortably because of my arms being pinioned behind my body, of course. I felt my bare ankles being encased in leather cuffs that were attached to said cross, but now at least, the steel handcuffs holding my arms were removed. However, all that then resulted was my arms being grabbed, moved outwards and upwards, before my wrists were also surrounded by strong leather bonds. So, I was now firmly secured to the cross, spread eagled and utterly helpless.

At this point I felt my upper clothing being cut away from my body, the girl performing this act moving very efficiently until I was now completely naked. The voice of the same woman who’d issued that chilling radio message, now echoed around the van interior. “Don’t worry, you won’t be needing those clothes anymore!” And suddenly my eyes became full of light as the pillowcase was removed, and once they adjusted to the sudden change, I had my first real look at my female abductors.

They were all totally and utterly sexy, extremely gorgeous, and the leather outfits that they wore were almost identical, as if in a form of ‘uniform,’ just as my original pursuers had also been clad, again re-enforcing this ‘uniform’ concept. Incidentally, unbeknown to myself of course, those four were now following in a separate car, as they were very much part of the same ‘team.’ They all wore very stylish jackets, over a white satin blouse, and very short skirts that only just concealed the fact that the sheer nylon covering their legs was in the form of stockings and not tights. Each wore a pair of leather boots, but not with high heels, after all they’d needed to be able to move freely in order to capture me for themselves.

Speaking of clothing, I was now able to observe one of my captors, the one who’d cut away my upper apparel, using those same scissors to also reduce my lower clothes to a pile of small rags, and render them to into a condition where they would never again be able to be worn. An act that did chill my blood considerably, because it rather re-enforced the very real as I would later discover, prospect that they had absolutely NO intention of EVER releasing me from their bondage!

However, they hadn’t removed my ‘hood’ for MY comfort, one of them approached carrying a water bottle and what appeared to be a small blue pill. She popped it into my mouth, with a simple command. “SWALLOW!” I obeyed and was offered the drink bottle to wash it down with. “What was that?” I enquired. “You’ll find out all in good time,” she replied with a VERY dirty smile upon her face, and then stepped aside in order to make way for one of her companions.

Who held in her hands a large ball gag. These were Ladies of very little words it seemed, because again I was offered a simple ‘one word’ command, “OPEN!” Although quite naturally I had NO desire to have that gag secured in my mouth, resistance did seem to be absolutely pointless, so I DID obey, to be rewarded with my mouth being completely filled with the black plastic ball, removing any chance of me now speaking in a manner in which I could be understood.

So now it was time for me to discover just what I had been fed in the form of that pill. I’m sure nobody will be surprised that in was in the form of Viagra, as a female hand, clad in a soft and sensuous leather glove began to tickle my balls and fondle my cock. Which responded in the only possible natural way! “Good boy,” my tormentor teased me with, myself only able to mutter “eeeehhhhmmmmmm,” in response to her touch! Once she was satisfied that I was fully ‘hard’ she then grabbed a length of silk bondage rope, and firmly tied it around said cock and balls, in keep me in that condition! “Just how we WANT you, Darling!” I was informed by a female voice. Aided by the ‘medication’ I’d been forced to ingress, naturally.

Clearly working as a ‘team’ she now moved aside, and another girl took her place. This one held some ear ‘plugs,’ she placed them into my oral channels, and once they expanded within, I could hear virtually nothing. The same girl now replaced the pillowcase over my head, putting back into a state of blindness again, matching my now soundless condition. And now all four females sat down on chairs, settling down, because as they had informed me the journey ahead of us was to last for several hours. Leaving me inescapably bound to that cross, in a completely soundless and sightless world of my own. Captured, helpless, and naked, with a raging boner and unable to do anything at all except contemplate just what fate lay in store as their complete captive! Obviously just as they FULLY intended.

Those few hours just seemed to drag out for so long in the condition these ‘Ladies’ had placed me, shut away in my own little time and space. And yes, I had begun to develop a REAL fear of what they had in mind for me. But then, there was another emotion building too, driven by utter curiosity, I guess. What if I was to actually ENJOY what they planned? It started to occur to me that was a distinct possibility of such a prospect actually happening, ridiculous as such a thought was, one that I would have completely dismissed as I walked through the hotel’s main door to begin this descent into the total captivity of these females. Each of them, even the least ‘good looking,’ was utterly beautiful, and all of them just oozed ‘sex appeal.’

Eventually I felt the van stop its forward motion, in a way that indicated a permanent state, obviously there’d been some stops during our travel, red traffic lights etc. But this halt seemed real, although I wasn’t completely right, as the vehicle DID move again, into the building whose main door had just been opened. And then, unheard by me of course, shut down after we had entered, and locked firmly shut. What now?

Well, if I’d entertained ANY ideas that I’d soon be released from the cross I was bound to, and then possibly be able to escape, they were soon ‘shot down in flames,’ and emphatically so! For instead of allowing my body to become free from the ‘woodwork,’ my female captors removed said cross, with myself very much still bound to it, from the side wall of the van simply unscrewing the bolts that held it there. Still effectively deaf and blind, I then experienced the rather weird feeling of being turned by ninety degrees, so instead of existing in a vertical plane, I now was put into a horizontal one! Gently the frame and I were carried out of the van, through its rear doors. And then carried by four of my captors about fifty metres, with me still not able to see or hear anything.

Again, I could only feel as I was lowered onto a small vessel, taken below and the cross bolted to a large table. And once more I could sense motion, as the craft carrying myself and all of my female captors put to sea. With myself in a state where I could only guess that we were underway on water, and NO confirmation of that fact at all offered me.

The journey by sea to their Island home took over an hour itself, and when we did dock there, finally I was released from the cross that had held me as its captive for over four hours. Not that ANY escape route was being made available at all. Firstly, the fact was that while I was utterly alone while there were ten of these females present. The original four girls who had ‘guided’ me into the ambush presented by the second quartet and followed in a car; the four ‘companions’ who’d taken me into the van, and finally the van driver and her travelling ‘mate.’ Not good odds, as I’m sure you’d all agree!

And another factor was possibly even more relevant in preventing me from eluding just what fate these girls had determined for me, was that the seagoing vessel, I had dis-embarked from had already set back out to sea by the time the bonds holding me to that cross were undone. The plain fact was that I was now present on a small island, at least thirty miles ( or roughly fifty kilometres for those of you who deal in such units, ) from ANY other land mass. How would I reach another piece of such land, swim? Sure, I COULD swim, and enjoyed doing so, but that sort of distance? Completely impossible, obviously!

And finally, having allowed me to ‘depart’ from the St Andrew’s Cross, do any of you reading this believe for one minute that my female captors weren’t going subject me to yet more bondage, just in a slightly different form? Of course not. Because when I say, ‘released from the cross,’ that action hadn’t taken the form of releasing my limbs from the leather cuffs mounted on it. Oh, no! Instead of unlocking the padlocks holding the buckles around my wrists and ankles inescapably shut, no, it was the padlocks themselves holding the cuffs to the cross itself that were undone. Meaning that each of my wrists and ankles still had their respective utterly secure leather ‘bracelet’ in place.

With a couple of the girls holding me securely, another of their number placed a strong leather collar around my neck and having fastened the buckle then used another small padlock to secure it totally shut. And now attached a length of chain to the collar’s read “D” ring with a small padlock. This was fed through the equivalent rings of my wrist cuffs, and back up to the collar for another padlock to lock it back to that. Very effectively securing my arms behind my back, although allowing some movement. Now I was ready to meet the leader of these girls, and to discover just why I’d been captured. What did they want with me?

A lead was attached to the “D” ring on the front of my collar, and I was led away, into a building and a luxurious room, where the little ‘procession’ halted, and both of my ankle cuffs became padlocked to a ring mounted in the floor. Suddenly my world became very bright, as the pillowcase was removed from my head; and very loud as my ‘ear-plugs’ were taken out. Sitting in a large chair was another beautiful and stunning sexy Lady, again dressed in leather and nylon.
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Though I’d love to be your new mistress, I must say I’ve also fantasised about a bondage fantasy island.

Groups of women would pay for the holiday f a lifetime where other women (women only safe space) would keep them in bondage: village square for stocks, pillory and public flogging, a hill out of town for nail free crucifixions; mediaeval and modern BDSM dungeons for punishment; jungle village to be tied to a post or staked out for sacrifice, cabin in the woods or dirty basement for kidnap fantasies. The works.
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Post by Tie_me_up91 »

This is great! Nice and descriptive. This sounds like my type of island ;)
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JulieG wrote: 1 year ago Though I’d love to be your new mistress!
WOW! Have i just died and gone to heaven? This must qualify for one of the greatest honours that i've EVER been awarded, the prospect of being Julie's slave, firmly bound in the power of her dark sexuality is even more exciting than winning a Moto Grand Prix! Thank you SO much Julie, what a Christmas Present! It's like being acknowledged by Royalty!

And who the hell needs viagra, guess what sort of 'boner this wish of Julie's made my 'tool' turn into?
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“Welcome to my realm of ‘Femdom Island!’ I’m sure the title that I’ve assigned this place tells you all you need to know about the nature of this establishment. I am the leader here, and my name is Mistress Anya. You have been ‘invited’ here to become our ‘companion,’ to provide myself and my friends with the means to fulfil some of our more ‘basic’ needs, and to allow an outlet for some of our desires. And let me tell you of your good fortune, a male whom we originally wished to join us here was unable to do so, had he assented to us as we intended, then you would have missed out!” Oh, lucky me, I thought, with thankfully the still present gag prevented me from bursting out with this notion, because I rather got the feeling that this ‘Mistress Anya’ would have viewed such an opinion as ungrateful.

Anya continued, “I established this settlement a few months ago, it exists for the pleasure of my good female friends and I and is subject to TOTAL FEMALE DOMINATION!” At ALL times and in ALL ways, you will OBEY ANY instruction given to you by either one of my girls or me! Is that understood? Nod, if you accept!”

What choice did I have? What chance of escape did I have? None whatsoever of course, so I felt unable to refuse her enquiry, therefore nod I did. To be rewarded with a lovely smile that brightened up the blonde-haired Anya’s already beautiful and radiant face even more. “Good. Now then girls, I understand that our new ‘guest’ has just endured a rather long, and no doubt, arduous journey. Take him to his new quarters and we’ll allow him to sleep for the night, before I explain his ‘duties’ to him tomorrow.”

Before anybody moved though, Anya rose from the chair, moved towards me and soon her hands were cupping my balls and still erect cock. “My, it rather appears that you possess the ‘natural ingredients’ to do extremely well here, Darling! But girls, I think it’s time to allow our new ‘friend’ a little respite, don’t you think?” With that she undid the tie that had surrounded my ‘tools’ for the entire journey, but the sight of the delicious Anya and the electrifying effect of her touch enabled my cock to remain in a FULLY erect condition! Especially when she also removed my gag and then her lips found mine! And I really don’t believe that in all of my life up until that point I had EVER been kissed with such passion and energy. “Until tomorrow then,” winking at me, as finally she released me from her oral grip.

My ankles released from the floor ring, I was led away by several girls, and the leading one of these appeared to be in a very sultry mood, unlike the delicious Anya who appeared to be full of the joys of spring, this girl was dark and moody. I was led out of this first building, which I later learnt was Anya’s own quarters, into another, labelled outside of the main entrance door as the “Sex Cell Block.” My moody captor noticed me reading this sign and commented. “Yes slave, take a good look. This is where you will spend the rest of your days, inside one of Mistress Anya’s ‘Sex Cells!’ There are twenty-four of them, and presently all but one, Number Eleven, are occupied by a male slave. Soon ALL of them will be.” Now the significance of that remark of Anya’s about myself only being taken because some lucky male had escaped capture by her girls made sense. Had he surrendered to them then, as he bloody well should have done, then I wouldn’t be here.

We reached Sex Cell Eleven, and I could hear an electronic door opening device. My sultry captor pulled open the door and motioned me inside. To be confronted by another door. Once she had joined me in this space the first door was shut, and I heard it being locked again. It was now I discovered the only ONE door at a time could be opened. Forming yet another barrier to any escape attempt.

The second door opened and for the first time I walked into the space where I was destined to remain for the rest of my life, I was inside one of Anya’s ‘Sex Cells.’ In fact, the room was very spacious, the carpet beneath my feet was quite luxurious, and the cell was well equipped. A large bed took centre stage, and it was covered in fine satin. And I immediately clocked the fact that this bed had very solid and secure upper and lower bedframes, obviously designed with the intent of having a prisoner tied or chained to it in various ways and positions. There was also a fair degree of ‘gym’ equipment present.

“Take a good look, slave. Anya looks after her sex slaves well; she has every intention of allowing you to ‘attend’ to looking after your body. You will be fed and watered to a high standard, and your welfare needs will also be fully addressed. You ARE an assent to us.”

For the first time since I’d clapped eyes on her she smiled. “I am Mistress Karin, and as I was in command of the operation to ‘persuade’ you to join us, I will be next in line to ‘enjoy’ your body once Anya has finished with you herself.” Like her boss she kissed me, said kiss was possibly even more intensive and sent more passion flowing around my loins than the one with Anya had! “Until then, Darling!” I was released from all of my bonds, and Karin suggested that I use the bed to rest, before departing and leaving me totally alone in my ‘Sex Cell.’

In my tired state I soon drifted off to deep sleep, a condition my captors did nothing to disturb. When I finally awoke, I was invited to order ‘breakfast,’ using a computer station in the corner of my cell. It arrived in a hatchway, which quick inspection of soon established in my mind was built in such a manner to make any escape utterly impossible. And Mistress Karin had not lied to me, it was just what I had been allowed to choose and cooked with fine ingredients and to a very good standard. The same ‘intercom’ system then ordered me to shower and use the ‘en-suite’ bathroom to empty my body as much as I could, to be ready for Mistress Anya’s arrival in roughly an hour’s time.


Now then just a short Chapter today, and the next one will describe just what Anya herself, who will treat my character with some kindness, and Karin, who will NOT, do to the male helpless in their hands. And then, my dear friends, i'm going to invite any of you, if you wish, to make suggestions as to what Anya's remaining 18 girls do to him. If any of you wish to nominate a name and/or anything you'd like my man to be subjected to in one of these girls hands, and that includes any clothing you wish to dress 'your' Mistress and/or slave in and any bondage equipment you wish to use, then please contact me. I'll willingly write the chapter featuring that girl following YOUR suggestions and give you the full credit for that chapter at the end of it.

Incidentally the inspiration for use of the name Anya comes from a James Bond film from the 70's called "The Spy who Loved Me." For it was the character name of the 'Bond girl' of that movie. She was a Major in the Soviet K.G.B. and played by Barbara Bach.
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Anya arrived on time, and once she’d negotiated the ‘double door lock’ system, she greeted me with her lovely smile. “Good morning,” she opened with, “did you sleep well?”
“Yes, Mistress Anya, I did, thank you.” Remembering to address her in the manner I guessed she expected me too.
“Good. Because that means that you are ready for me then. On the bed, please. Lie centrally and spread out your limbs.” I obeyed; I mean what was the point of resisting? Karin had informed me that each cell had a ‘safety’ mechanism installed, upon any of the Mistresses calling out ‘GAS,’ immediately the cell would be full of a gas, that although totally harmless, would render any occupant unconscious. The Mistress could then be extracted by other females, leaving the slave still present.

And anyway, Anya was UTTERLY gorgeous and sexy, escape was clearly out of the question, so I thought why not enjoy what she intended? Having obeyed her instruction, Anya moved to each corner of the bed, attaching the respective limb of my body to the outer bedposts by use of solid leather cuff sets, complete with small padlocks to hold the buckles firmly shut. Shortly I was secured to the bed, completely under Anya’s control and unable to resist in any way, just what she had planned! As if I WANTED to thwart her!

Having captured me, Anya started to ‘undress’ herself. Her lovely leather jacket came off, and then she wriggled out of her skirt, making a show of it that ANY professional stripper would have been fully proud of! Then her blouse came off, revealing that all she wore now was a beautiful and fully sexy basque, from which the sheerest nylon stockings I’d ever seen were suspended. That was it, she wasn’t even wearing any panties at all. “Like what you see?” Anya asked in a VERY sexy and suggestive voice. DID I?

Now ready for sex herself, Anya climbed onto the bed, knelt between my legs and just like before she cupped my ‘tools’ within her hands. “These are now MINE, Darling! They belong to me now and make NO mistake I intend to make them work for their living today!” She gently fondled them, teasing my cock until it couldn’t be ANY more erect! Almost without my permission, IT decided that IT fully wanted to obey and be the sole possession of the gorgeous Anya! She moved forwards, and then her lips met mine and she began to kiss me, with her normal high level of passion. During this she reached into her basque, pulling out a blindfold, which she utilised to totally remove my power of sight.

And then she did precisely what I was hoping for, gently and in no apparent rush, Anya gently guided her, by now soaking wet, pussy onto my rampant member. And then ‘descended’ upon it! “Do you like this, Darling?”

I mean, what do you think? “Yes, Mistress!” The only possible answer. Now Anya began, pumping up and down, gradually accelerating her movement and ramping up the pleasure for both of us. And so, my first orgasm with the delicious Anya occurred, and a wave of intense emotion, such that I’d NEVER experienced more, took over completely and I lost myself in the power of this incredibly skilled woman, filling her ‘womanhood’ with my seed!

And she’d brilliantly succeeded in obtaining her own release almost simultaneously, arching her back and screaming out at FULL volume! Just as well each ‘Sex Cell’ was fully sound-proofed! Finally, when ecstasy released us enough for her to be able to speak, she exclaimed, “BOY, am I glad we invited you here? You’re going to do VERY well!” Before her lips met mine again.

When the kiss ended, Anya lifted, but not removed note, the blindfold allowing me to see her radiant face again and believe me it WAS a sight for sore eyes. “Now then, if I remember correctly that I said yesterday that I would explain your duties here in our community. Well, as I sure you’ve gathered, you’ve just fulfilled precisely that. We are a group of lonely women, and what we need you men for is purely SEX! SEX! and more SEX! So,” grabbing hold of my cock which was obviously limp for now, “when this little ‘Gentleman’ has had his rest, you’ll be able to continue to service my needs, won’t you? Oh, and if you enjoy yourself while doing so, then so much the better!”

“Yes Mistress! And may I say that I DID enjoy myself just now. But I get this feeling that you’ve not finished with me just yet!”
“Very astute, Darling! You’re dead right, I’m not finished with you, not by a long chalk!”

Anya kept me ‘at it’ for over two hours, only finishing because she, rightly, sensed that I was spent by now, indeed, her own strength was also beginning to fail. And now, having again warned me of her security arrangements she actually released me from bondage to the bed. We laid down together, almost like a loving couple rather than a pair in a Mistress & Slave relationship. A state that continued as when the sex did resume, I was completely free to move, and said further sex was more in the form of ‘making love’ opposed to the frantic ‘raw’ action that had occurred at the beginning of the ‘session.’

Anya left shortly afterwards, with a MASSIVE smile upon her radiant and beautiful face and a matching one on mine. I rapidly fell into a real state of sleep, partly because of being absolutely ‘cream crackered’ but also because of the deep contentment that Anya’s attentions had induced within me. I was actually beginning to believe that I really HAD been fortunate to have fallen into her hands. But, of course, my mind had forgotten that she wasn’t the only female captor whom I’d have to contend with. And that, tomorrow, I wouldn’t be receiving the desires while in helpless bondage of the lovely and kind Anya again, but those of the dark and sultry Karin.

Having breakfasted, showered and been to the loo, I was waiting in a real state of excitement for Anya to enter, when Karin did instead. And that lovely state of anticipation that I’d been in disappeared IMMEDIATELY on sight of the almost evil grin on her face. “Today slave, you are mine, MINE, to do with just WHAT I want, HOW I want and for AS LONG as I want, with there being NOTHING you can do to stop me! STAND STILL! HANDS ON HEAD! While I take a close examination of my ‘property’ for this day.”

Karin now circled me, holding a riding crop within her hands. Which suddenly she used to bring down a strike upon my naked backside! Causing me to both let out a scream and also to jump a little. “And just WHO gave you permission to either speak or move, slave?”
“Nobody, Mistress Karin.”
“Correct, NOBODY! So, explain why you just did both? And naturally such dis-obedience CANNOT go unpunished, can it?”
“I guess not, Mistress.”
“I GUESS NOT. MISTRESS!” mimicking my voice. “Now then, in what form should your punishment take?”
“That is for you to decide, not me, Mistress.”
“ISN’T IT JUST!”

Karin went to the bag she’d bought into my cell, and shortly afterwards her hands emerged carrying a large ball gag. “Well as you spoke without permission, the first thing I need to do is remove such power of speech. OPEN!” I stared with utter horror at the sheer size of the ball of Karin’s gag, realising that it would almost certainly be painful for my mouth to have it inserted and fastened there. As if Karin cared?

Knowing that I’d HAVE to allow her to position it just where she wished I, obeyed. And my fears proved to be completely correct as it forced my mouth open far wider than was comfortable. Karin tightened the straps and secured them, meaning that I was now stuck with my mouth forced open and her device secured in it. “That’s better slave, NOW I won’t have to put up with your pathetic rantings ANYMORE!”

“ON THE BED, SLAVE! FACEDOWN!” As the second part of Karin’s order did take me somewhat by surprise, I was a little hesitant to obey, which as you can well imagine, didn’t please my sultry Mistress one bit. “I believe that I just issued you with an order, did I not slave?”
“Mmmmmmeeeepppptttthhh!” was all I could reply with.
“Sorry I didn’t quite catch that. You really should speak clearly when addressing your Mistress,” obviously thoroughly enjoying taunting me. “Let’s try that again, shall we? ON THE BED, FACEDOWN, NOW!”

This time I did comply, wondering just why she wanted me in that particular orientation. Like Anya had done on the previous day, Karin swiftly moved around the four corners of the bed and using the sets of leather cuffs that Anya had left fitted to the corner bedposts, secured my limbs in inescapable bondage to said posts. Using the little padlocks present to ‘lock’ the buckles firmly shut. “So then, my helpless captive, now I’ve rectified the situation. Now, you can neither disturb my intentions for you be either speaking OR moving.” And she used her crop to deliver another THWACK across my arse, and Karin being Karin it was NOT a soft blow. Naturally my body tried to move in response, but it was firmly held by Karin’s bonds, and all my voice could emit was a rather pathetic “eeeeeeooooowwwww,” with her huge ball shoved into my orifice!

Karin stood to the side of the bed, in a position where I could see her if I turned my head in her direction. “Look at me!” she ordered, and I obeyed.
Just like Anya had done, she now began to remove her clothing, but unlike Anya, Karin removed ALL of her clothing including the stockings and suspender belt that she HAD been wearing. Seeing the almost disappointed look upon my face at the sight of her lingerie being removed, that dirty smile re-emerged on her face. “Like stockings do you slave? No, don’t deny it THAT look on your face tells me ALL I need to know! Well now, as today YOU will play the female role in our games, why don’t I put them onto YOUR legs? Don’t bother to try to answer, THAT is what I HAVE decided, so it IS going to happen!” Shortly afterwards, unlocking my legs one by one, Karin achieved her aim of covering MY legs in sheer nylon, which I must admit DID feel very sensuous!

But my mind was in complete turmoil by now. What precisely did the dark Karin mean by telling me that I was to play the ‘female’ role in her games? Time to find out, any trace of a smile that the delicious feeling of the stockings had induced onto my face, became wiped out immediately by the sheer size of the ‘strap-on’ that emerged from Karin’s bag! “Yes Darling, do you remember the song ‘Peggy Sue’ by The Hollies? Well forget that, today you are going to be subject to the desires and ambitions of ‘Peggy Karin!’ Bet you can’t wait, eh?”

Well actually Karin, yes, I COULD have waited, for the time period of the rest of my life to be honest. Not that she was planning to offer me any sort of choice of course. Although I didn’t want this in ANY way, I was totally memorised as Karin fitted her device, and simply couldn’t stop myself keeping my eyes glued to the sight of her doing so. And I noticed that her dildo had an attachment that she inserted into her pussy, clearly designed to stimulate her own sexual ‘region’ during the anal sex that she obviously intended to subject me to.

This ‘insertion’ would be the last thing that I saw for now, as once Karin had finished her ‘preparations,’ her next action was to remove my power of sight by fitting the inevitable blindfold. And my body almost began to shake with REAL fear, although I’d NEVER had any sort of anal sex inflicted upon me, from visiting websites like the excellent “Tie Up Games” site, I knew that lubrication was required in this act, and LOTS of it!

Thankfully, it soon became apparent that Karin was fully aware of the need for lube, I felt her placing a substantial amount of lubrication, in the form of an oil-based gel, her dildo being manufactured of silicon, within my ‘crack.’ And taking her time make sure that a fair potion penetrated my anus. And also, unseen by me but I could sense it, she also applied a large dollop to her ‘tool.’ So, I managed to calm down a little bit, my fears began to subside somewhat, although not totally, after all this girl was going to subject me to something I’d never tried before, and it was absolutely crystal clear she didn’t give a stuff whether I wished her to or not!

Climbing on top of my bound body, Karin began to insert her ‘cock’ into my arse. But thankfully, she was fully aware of my ‘virgin’ status in regard to anal sex, and surprisingly was gentle in this action. Very slowly she penetrated her dildo into me at a speed I COULD cope with. Eventually she had fully penetrated me, moving her mouth to one of my ears she softly teased me. “How does that feel slave, you now have Mistress Karin’s cock filling up your entire backside! Does it feel good, slave?” To my immense surprise it actually DID! Karin again gently and slowly began to retract it, and then insert it again. And thus the ‘cycle’ commenced, in and out, in and out, with Karin ramping up the speed of the motion, until she was REALLY pumping me!

And then she STOPPED! Leaving me screaming, well as much as I could with Karin’s gag in my mouth, in frustration as I felt that my climax was SO close! Damn this woman, why had she stopped? Because that bloody attachment had done its job, THAT’S why! My captor suddenly arched her back and let out an almost primeval SCREAM as ecstasy FULLY claimed both her mind AND her body! Leaving her shaking uncontrollably for some time as she fully savoured the moment! And unlike the lovely Anya, not giving a stuff for MY feelings and enjoyment. Karin put me through the same cycle twice more and twice more she denied me any release. BITCH!

I’m still not sure why she changed her mind for the next time, but finally she turned her attentions to my rampant cock, and started to pump her hands on that, as her ‘cock’ pumped my backside. And FINALLY, she allowed ALL of the frustration that had built up within me on outlet, as at last I was able to cum, spraying my seed all over the satin bed sheets, with some landing on the cruel Karin’s hands!

Almost immediately I realised that I could be in trouble, do you really imagine that Karin had allowed me to cum for MY benefit? Of course not! Well, there was at least ONE positive outcome for me, because as Karin planned for ME to clean off my ‘product’ from both her hands and the bedsheets; naturally I couldn’t do so with her massive plastic ball shoved into my mouth. Once she’d removed the gag with me still chained to the bed, she offered me her hands, one by one; forcing me into, what felt at the time, the ultimate humiliation of being forced to clean them with my tongue.

“Very good slave, but there’s still some more mess that YOU created that needs to be taken care of! And anyway, I think we've had enough fun with you on the bed, I’ve got another position for you in mind!” So, she did release me from bondage to the bed, cuffing my arms behind my back and also my ankles together. She placed my body, so I was leaning over the bed now, my face very close to the area I’d ‘messed.’ Still unable to see, my captor pushed my face into my ‘product’ commenting “well what are you waiting for? YOU created this mess, so it’s only right that YOU clean it off, isn’t it?” She held my head in that position as the ignominy of having to clean her hands became surpassed by being compelled to clean the bedsheets. But she hadn’t finished her torture yet, once I’d cleaned the sheets to her satisfaction, Karin lifted me up, and guided me away from the bed.

You see, each of Anya’s ‘sex cells’ had been designed with all sorts on bondage in mind, and not just taking place on the bed. Within the walls and ceiling, even in the floor, all sorts of solid rings, hooks and other attachments that ropes or chains could be fitted to had been inserted. Karin was now simply going to utilise some of these.

Once she was happy with the location that she’d placed me in, Karin grabbed a ‘spreader bar’ and using the leather cuffs still surrounding my ankles, she locked them to said bar, forcing my legs about a metre apart. Then used a padlock to fix the bar itself to a floor mounted ring. Now she undid one hand from my wrist cuffs, only to re-cuff it with my arms in front of me now. She lowered a ring, attached to a rope, from the ceiling, using another padlock to fix this to the chain of my cuffs. I’m sure all of you can guess what happened next, yes, she pulled on that rope until I was stretched upwards and fastened that rope to a wall mounted ring to hold me there, in this inverted “Y” shape. Thankfully even Karin’s cruelty didn’t extend to having me SO stretched that my feet became lifted off the floor, both of them were fully still firmly planted on ‘terra firma.’ So, I was relatively comfortable, well, as much as one could be knowing all too well that Karin still had plans for me!

And so it proved. She kept me there for at least two hours, as she pumped me furiously, bringing herself to climax after climax, and occasionally allowing me the pleasure of one too. Not that I enjoyed any of them, I was by now utterly spent, struggling to breathe and actually beginning to wish that I could simply die and be released from the cruel and utterly heartless Karin’s power. But, probably because IF I had expired she’d have some explaining to do to Anya and NOT in any consideration towards me, she ceased. At last, she undid all of the cuffs holding my body and I collapsed to the ground, unable to move at all with sheer exhaustion. It even took a while for me to register in my mind that Karin had left. After some time I was finally able to crawl to the bed, and collapsed upon its surface, absolutely finished!
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And now, the sheer mathematical equation of the situation that existed on ‘Femdom Island’ came to my rescue, for at least one day anyway. You see, as Karin had informed me upon entering the ‘Sex Cell’ block for the first time, there were twenty-four of them, each containing a male captive. Whereas, including the delicious Anya herself, there were only twenty females on the Island. Meaning that there would ALWAYS be at least one slave available for EVERY Mistress on any given day, but even IF each one took the opportunity for some ‘action’ each day, which most of them DID of course; there’d ALWAYS be at least four males who would ‘miss out.’ Knowing just how cruel Karin could be, and possibly observing the shattered condition that her demands had rendered me into through the C.C.T.V. system that EVERY ‘Sex Cell’ contained, Anya issued an order that for this day at least, I would be one of said four. By the end of the day, I HAD recovered to some extent, I was quite fit in general, and as the day passed into evening, I had recovered enough to even gently exercise on some of the gym equipment provided. To be ready tomorrow for my next Mistress.

Who appeared next morning, not dressed in the normal leather suits that Anya and Karin had, but in a full hospital nurses’ uniform. ( Which, I don’t know about you, but I find far more sexy than the ‘toy’ style nurse sets sold by the likes of Ann Summers for example. ) “I am Nurse Fiona, and I am Mistress Anya’s medical professional, in this settlement. However, that doesn’t stop me being a woman, and doesn’t stop me having certain needs and desires. Which it is YOUR task to satisfy for this day, the ENTIRE day!”
“Yes, Mistress Fiona.”
“I prefer to be addressed in my professional capacity, so please call me ‘Nurse’ as opposed to ‘Mistress.’ I had to earn that title, after all.”
“As you wish, Nurse Fiona.”

“Now then, to your welfare first. I see that you’ve been eating well, and regularly washing and changing your bedding. Good.” ( What she meant by reference to the bed sheets was that together with the food hatch, there was one for laundry too. Each morning fresh bed linen, ALL in black satin, would be provided, and I simply placed the ‘old’ where the ‘new’ had been. ) “Oh, I’ll be giving you a FULL examination today, have NO fears. Once I’ve shagged you first! I’ve been SO looking forward to this!”

Nurse Fiona then stripped out of that lovely nurse uniform, and as Karin had done completely stripped herself down. But this time there was a practical reason for that. “Stay there.” She ordered me as she went into the ensuite bathroom, and I heard her switch on the shower. Returning she enquired, “ever been shagged in a shower before, Sweetheart?”
“Can’t say that I have, Nurse Fiona.”
“No? Well, THAT state of affairs ends today. In with you!”
I followed her into the bathroom. Once there, Fiona snapped a steel cuff around one of my wrists and using the other end she pulled me into the shower cubicle, with the water now running over us at a very comfortable temperature setting, pleasantly warm but NOT too hot. Fiona moved swiftly, lifting my arms up, feeding the still open end of the cuffs through a ceiling mounted ring, then snapping it around my other wrist. Again, both of my feet were firmly on the ground, so I was in a relatively relaxed position, and not too stretched out.

Fiona’s lips found mine and she began her ‘assault’ upon my helpless body. I’d answered her truthful when I’d declared that I’d never enjoyed a ‘sexperience’ in a shower before, but it wasn’t long before I began to wonder ‘why not?’ Because, just like both Anya and Karin, Fiona possessed a very high level of sexual skills, but she displayed NONE of the cruelty level of the latter of those two. And used those skills to bring us both to a tremendous climax, both of us shaking as the warm water cascaded over us.

Fiona wasn’t satisfied yet and used the time before my cock became hard again to subject me to a full hair and body wash, during which her hands ran all over my body, turning me on even further. “I must say Sweetheart, that you appear to be in VERY good health. Anya has chosen well with you.” Soon I was hard again, and Fiona wasted NO time in taking FULL advantage of that state to yet again bring the pair of us to a shuddering climax!

Fiona kept me in the shower for one more climax, before she decided she’d had enough of this particular activity. Switching the water flow off, she undid one of the cuffs, pulling my arms down from the ring, before snapping it back around my wrist, locking my arms in front of me. “Time to dry off Sweetheart, and then I did to give you a thorough medical examination. As I say, I AM Anya’s medical person, so it is necessary to give you the ‘once over.’ But don’t worry, I’ll make it as much fun as I can!”

She dried herself off first, and put herself back into her nurses’ gear, complete with the basque and stockings. Then started to dry my body. “Stand still, please Sweetheart, this is a proper medical examination after all.” Really, Fiona? Because I was beginning to just imagine how many ‘Official Complaints’ would have been issued against Fiona IF she had conducted such an examination in a ‘normal’ situation! Not that I was actually complaining myself, you understand. Fiona, quite deliberately I’m sure, rubbed herself against me in ways that NO normal nurse would do so, but it felt fantastic. Especially when she turned her attentions to my ‘tools.’ Her soft hands cupped my balls, “and just WHAT do we have HERE? My, my, these appear to be in fantastic condition, but it rather does appear that they need some more attention. In a medical sense of course,” laughing as both of us knew she was teasing!

“Now then, patient, I think you need to return to your ‘hospital’ bed!” I obeyed. “You see, I’ve just been reading the Doctor’s report on your health, and she has some REAL concerns that she’s asked me, Nurse Fiona, to attend to. Firstly, you are to REMAIN on the bed for some time, and she’s left it up to me just how I enforce that! SPREAD OUT YOUR LIMBS, PLEASE!” Once I’d complied, still in her uniform Nurse Fiona climbed out my chest, and withdrew two bandages from those big pockets that a real Nurse uniform contains.

She used these to tie both of my arms to the bedposts, and believe me, bandages make good bondage material, because once she’d finished, I was completely captured, with NO escape possible. “Good. Now before I secure your legs, the Doctor has informed me that she’s VERY concerned about the cold state of your legs and has insisted that I give them some sort of covering!”

Again, reaching into her pockets, Fiona withdrew a suspender belt and some VERY sheer nylon stockings, that she soon had my pins fitted into, before using some more of her bandages to complete my spread-eagled bondage!

“Now then, to the MAIN concern of the Doctor. She has prescribed a course of SEX! SEX! and yet more SEX! To be administered in a COLD, HARD and above all, RAW form! Which I have assured her that I WILL perform. She has instructed me to not show ANY mercy to you at all, and to keep your rampant treatment going until ALL your excess energy is spent. Do you understand?”

“I think that the Doctor has made herself very clear in what treatment you are to subject me to, Nurse Fiona.”
“Hasn’t she just! And, as a nurse, I’m bound to obey ‘Doctor’s Orders,’ aren’t I?”
“I guess so, Nurse.”

For the second time that day, Fiona began to strip out of her uniform, but THIS time she made a REAL show of it. Having returned to sitting upon my chest again, Fiona removed the main uniform itself, twirling it around in the air before throwing it away, with REAL gusto. Her nurses’ cap followed, as no doubt would her panties have done, but they didn’t because she wasn’t wearing any! But there she stopped, this time the basque and stockings would remain ON. Fiona moved herself forwards until she lay on my bound form and again her lips attacked mine, as she kissed me with uncontrolled passion!

“Now then, the Doctor has issued me with one further instruction before I REALLY begin your ‘treatment.’ She is extremely concerned that your eyes do NOT become subjected to an excess of light and has ordered me to cover them.” Another bloody blindfold then! Just for once I’d like to be able to see one of these girls as they are shagging me, I thought, but to NO avail as Fiona quickly placed said blindfold over my eyes, utterly removing any possibility of them performing the function that I had been given them to. Meaning, that for as long as Fiona, and ONLY Fiona with me having NO say in the matter, wished for my world had entered the realm of complete blackness.

With all of the Doctor’s minor ‘concerns’ now addressed, Fiona set about my main course of ‘treatment’ with the same level of vigour displayed by both Anya and Karin, but again giving some care and thought to my side of things, unlike Karin. If she DID indeed care for my satisfaction, well I will be totally honest in saying that she succeeded in her aim.

Although it soon became clear that fulfilling her Doctor’s instruction to take me to the point where I had NOTHING left to give her was her primary objective. And didn’t she just take me there, but, BOY, WHAT A JOURNEY! Fiona was as skilled as my previous Mistresses and just as nimble. But again, unlike Karin she DID care for me, and as soon as she sensed that my strength was failing, and that the sex was no longer enjoyable for me, she stopped. Well on a temporary basis, having lifted my blindfold, looking me straight in my eyes, and promised that she’d allow me a fair period of rest, before helping herself to once final shag. In the meantime, one by one, she released each of my limbs from bondage, moved them around to offset the possibility of cramp, and then placed them back into captivity!

Whether it was due to the rest period that Fiona had allowed me, the knowledge that she had promised only ONE more shag, a promise I fully believed that she WOULD keep, or most likely a combination of the two facts, I DID manage to perform with some of the vigour from earlier during my time as Fiona’s captive.

With both of us screaming and shaking, it took a little time to calm down. When Fiona kissed me gently, and this time completely removed the blindfold. “Thank you Sweetheart, I think I’m happy to inform you that I’ll be happy to report to Mistress Anya that you’re in PERFECT health.” I watched as she dressed herself in her nurses’ uniform, and then started to undo all of my bonds. Once again, I could move, but didn’t as I watched Fiona pass through the first of the ‘double door lock’ system. Leaving me quite shattered but content. Wondering just who my next ‘Mistress’ would be?
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Loving the story so far! Looking forward to seeing how the story progresses :D
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Having a great time with the story so far! Im not sure who my favorite is yet, but I cant wait to see what else you’re cooking up.
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[mention]tillytimber123[/mention] and [mention]DallasNotAustin[/mention]

Thank you both for your encouragement and kind words. And don't forget, IF you wish to claim one of Anya's girls for yourself, naming her and then subjecting my male character to what YOU wish in a chapter, my offer is still fully open. Just send me a PM and we'll take it from there.
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WOW! This has been a hot fantasy of mine (being forced to live as a sexy and fit male sex toy for sexy women who have their own private island/mansion/state). I doubt the reality would be as fun though! Thanks for writing these chapters, they are amazing [mention]LunaDog[/mention]!

I'm going to have to think about the offer to name a mistress and scenario. I may just run out of time to do so, given how many sub-males with just this fantasy read stories here! You're an amazing writer [mention]LunaDog[/mention]! Thanks for sharing your stories! :D
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Firstly before i post the next chapter, featuring the next of Anya's Mistresses, a word of thanks to you, [mention]tiedinbluetights[/mention] for your kind words. I try my best to entertain and am delighted that you enjoy my efforts, although i'll be the first to admit that there are many here whom i consider better then me. Anyway, here's the next of Anya's girls, and she's a little different from those that have already gone before!


Well, I didn’t have long to wait. Next day, after my usual period of time to breakfast, wash, and change the bedsheets; mid-morning saw the inner door open and another gorgeous female step through, back in the normal leather suit attire. “My turn,” she announced, “I am Mistress Dawn. We have met, although no doubt you won’t remember it, because you had a pillowcase shoved over your head. I was the driver of the squad that brought you here.”

“Good morning, Mistress Dawn. Thank you for driving so smoothly, because I remember that I hadn’t been ‘thrown around,’ during the journey.” And to a very large extent my comment was true, yes, I know I’d been secured to that bloody cross, but Dawn HAD driven smoothly, and kept any ‘movement’ that I’d been subjected to at a minimum level.

“My pleasure Darling. Now then, I think you’re going to find your ‘sexperience’ in my hands a little different to the other Mistresses here. For you see, when I was younger, I suffered an infection ‘down there’ that makes it painful to have a male cock inserted! Just my luck, eh? Especially when you possess such a fine ‘specimen,’ like we have here.” As Dawn grabbed my cock and playfully stroked it. “So, I’m afraid HE gets the day off, well partially as I WILL allow my hands to have some fun with him, but he won’t ‘explore’ my pussy at all. However, don’t think that the rest of your body can’t and won’t be able to service my needs! I believe that you have a tongue inside of your mouth, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress Dawn.”
“Today, THAT will bring me the pleasure that I so richly deserve then!”

Dawn ordered me onto the bed, but she placed some extra pillows behind my back, I guessed, correctly as she later explained, because of her ‘infliction’ she didn’t want me lying down on the bed in the normal ‘level’ horizontal form. And after I’d obeyed that earlier instruction, Dawn issued a further command. “Lift both of your arms above your head please, Darling.” Again, I complied. “Now then, I know a lot of my fellow Ladies here rather like to use the convenience of cuffing our slaves, be it in leather or steel form, but I’m one of those girls who believes that proper bondage means tying up a slave. Although, not necessarily with rope or ties.”

I must admit that my curiosity got the better of me as I began to wonder just what Anya’s driver meant by that last statement, but Dawn wasn’t going to leave me guessing for long. Her leather jacket became removed and tossed aside, followed very closely by her satin blouse. Then her fingers slid under her brassiere and deftly slid it away from her body, allowing her rather large breasts full release, as she ‘wobbled’ them right in front of my eyes! “Not when I have THIS available, Darling!”

Using the straps that normally held this item of clothing to her body, Dawn tied one of my hands, that she’d put into a ‘fist’ shape into the ‘E’ sized cup of her bra. Then feeding the other side of said clothing BEHIND a slat of the bedframe, she tied my other hand into the corresponding cup. “Bet this is a first for you, isn’t it? Have you ever been tied in bondage with a woman’s bra before?”
“No, Mistress Dawn, you’re the very first person to have introduced me to the pleasure. Although, I’ll admit to you, before you and your team captured me and bought me here, I’d NEVER been in bondage to a female captor at all.”

“Is that so? Well from what I’ve been told, Anya AND Fiona both came away from their time with you with MASSIVE smiles upon their faces, commenting that you’d made a REAL effort to please them and appeared to have enjoyed yourself in the process. So, it appears that you’re a quick learner. Although Karin was negative but then, she ALWAYS is! Completely IMPOSSIBLE to please, that one. So, tell me have you EVER enjoyed the pleasures of cunnilingus before?”

“To be honest Mistress Dawn, I’m not even sure just what that word means! Although, judging by what you told me a few minutes ago, I assume is where a male uses his tongue to pleasure a woman’s pussy. If I’m right about that, then no, I’ve never tried it.”

“Well, you’re on the right lines, yes, it is the name for the activity in the orientation you described, but the name also applies to the other way too, when a female uses her tongue to play with a male’s sexual tools. But, as I’m sure you can imagine, WE are ONLY going to try it ONE way. And here’s the deal Darling, remember I said I might play with your cock with my hand? Well, it’s as simple as this, the more effort you put in and the more pleasure your tongue brings me, the more my hand will ‘play’ with your cock! Fair enough?”
“Yes Mistress.”

“However, before we embark on our ‘voyage of pleasure’ I’ve some preparations to perform.” Like all my previous captors, Dawn had bought a bag full of ‘goodies’ into my cell with her. From that she pulled some normal bondage ties, using one to bind my wrists together, just in case her ‘bra bondage’ had failed I guess, but from my side of things I had distinct feeling it wouldn’t be necessary. And, I mused, our Dawn must be a REAL ‘belt AND braces girl, because she used the rest of that tie to fasten the whole ‘assembly,’ including the ‘bondage bra’ to the bed frame.

“That’s better, NOW YOU ARE MINE! But your legs are still free, and we can’t have that now, can we?” I guess not Dawn. Within minutes she’d used her remaining two ties to rectify her ‘mistake,’ neither tying my legs fully stretched out, or really close together; using some of the intermediate slats of the lower bedframe, my feet ended up about two feet (approx. 0.6M ) apart.

With a deliciously dirty smile upon her radiant face, Dawn announced. “So, now you are finally ready for me! Just one more thing I need to do and then we can begin!” Just like Anya had done, Dawn wriggled out of her leather skirt, and again like her boss, she made a REAL show of it. Leaving her just in a lovely suspender belt and VERY sheer stockings! Don’t ANY of the women here wear panties?

“Now then Darling, before I let you ‘loose’ on my pussy, lets just see how effective your mouth is, shall we?” With that she placed, one of her now ‘uncaged’ tits right up to my mouth. “Let’s see just how you get on with this?” I understood precisely what Dawn wished for straightaway, and immediately started to suck on her nipple, using my teeth to gently massage it. With some appreciation as Dawn began to softly ‘moan’ with pleasure, and sway slowly from side to side a little. Shortly she withdrew that breast, only to replace it with the other and the whole cycle began yet again.

“Well then Darling, you’ve just served up an excellent ‘starter,’ FULL of delicious taste. Making me VERY hungry for the ‘main course!’ However, before we do, I’m actually going to allow you a choice. Do you wish to retain your power of sight, or would you like me to remove it? Remember that I AM in command here, so please treat me with the respect that me permitting you to choose for yourself deserves!”

How does one answer that? Only the day before there was me wishing that Fiona WOULD allow me to see her as she was putting me ‘through’ it, and now I was in a position where I did NOT want to see my female captor. But you see, with the nurse it would have been her gorgeous face that would have dominated my sight of the world, beautiful though Dawn was, her mid-riff now would fill my eyes, and slim and shapely that she was, I had no desire to spend the next few hours of my life just with that part of her body being my only outlet of sight. But how to express my wish without offending this Mistress?

“If it pleases you Mistress, then I have NO objection to you fitting a blindfold.” Tying to make it sound as if I was attempting to please HER wishes instead of mine. Well, the tactic worked, Dawn soon fetched a blindfold and once more my world became utterly sightless.

But certainly NOT smelless or tasteless, as Dawn manoeuvred her pussy right to my mouth, and I guided my tongue inside it. And soon found just what I, and most DEFINITELY her, was looking for her ‘clitty!’ And now the reward for all of that ‘tit sucking’ became apparent, as Dawn’s pussy was SOAKING wet, and her clitoris FULLY awake! As Dawn herself had commented, I AM a fast learner, and so despite my inexperience she soon began to react to my efforts!

And also, she kept her word! Because, as I was bringing HER pleasure ‘down there,’ her hand did, VERY vigorously, began to ‘play’ with my TOTALLY erect cock! And although it stopped on a temporary basis, as I bought her to a shuddering climax, as dramatic as ANY of those of Anya, Karin or Fiona had been, as soon as she had calmed down and regained control of her body, Dawn resumed her ‘hand action.’ To the same sort of conclusion as I’d managed to do to her, soon I could hold back NO longer, and my cock pumped it’s output right into the air! WOW!

So, yes while this was an unusual day compared to those with the previous three women, in its own way it was just as enjoyable! Don’t they say a change is as good as a rest? After keeping me ‘at it’ for several hours, Dawn declared herself satisfied, thanked me for my efforts, as I did hers, and she left me. What sort of girl would I be ‘servicing’ tomorrow?

None as it transpired. For it was Sunday, and the Anya’s rules said NO shagging on that day, it would be a day of simple ‘exercise’ instead of ‘sexercise.’ Not that I’d be doing nothing however or wouldn’t receive any ‘female’ attention.

At the normal time, two girls who I recognised from being members of the ‘snatch squad’ entered. “It’s Sunday, Slave,” one of them started with, “time for your weekly stroll! And thankfully the weather today is kind, so we can do so outside. Turn around, please!” I obeyed, whereon both of them put me back in the collar and cuffs arrangement I’d been placed in upon my first day as Anya’s ‘guest.’ And I was blindfolded, to be allowed to exit the ‘Sex Cell’ for the very first time after I’d entered it.

To be placed, totally unseen by me of course, in a line of my fellow captives. Each one of us who had the same collar and cuff arrangement fitted, and I was soon chained, using the “D” rings of my, and every one of the other males present, collar, to the man immediately in front and behind of me. There were in fact two lines of captive males present, those of us from ‘Sex Cells’ with an odd number on ‘our’ side of the building, and the others who ‘resided’ in even numbered cells on ‘their’ side of the cell block.

Suddenly I felt the presence of a female right by my body and a voice I recognised ALL too well whispered in my ear. “So good to see you again, I must say that I DID enjoy your attentions the other day!” Yes, it was Karin. “You did seem to last quite a bit longer than most of your companions, I’ve had a few of them actually pass out on me!” Something I could WELL believe. “So once all twenty of us Mistresses have sampled you, you’ll be ‘available’ again, and I want to resume our relationship! Won’t that be FUN?” Actually no, Karin, I don’t think so at all, but I kept my mouth firmly shut, as a COLD shiver ran down my spine! “Who knows, I might even let your cock,” as she grabbed hold of it, “the REAL honour of being permitted to enter my pussy! Believe me there aren’t many of you slaves I allow to do THAT! So, consider yourself VERY privileged!” Then she grabbed hold of my head and her lips found mine, as once again she used her considerable skill to excite me beyond measure, despite my TOTAL fear of her and what she’d just said to me!

Thankfully, once Karin had finished kissing me, she then left me alone as two Mistresses moved down the lines of captured males, removing the blindfold from each slave as she passed by. Giving me my first ever view of some of my fellow ‘guests’ of Mistress Anya. Who appeared herself, to address the throng of Mistresses and slaves. “Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen. It’s Sunday morning again, and as today the sun IS shining, we can perform our normal exercise outside.” I soon discovered that when the weather ‘God’ was NOT smiling there was a large hall attached to the cell block, into which we were shepherded into for our weekly ‘stroll.’ Anya continued. “So, shall we begin?” At this point the front male in both lines had a dog lead attached to the front “D” ring of his collar, this was grabbed by a Mistress, and both women began to lead her respective ‘line’ outside of the cell block.

To the ‘exercise field.’ Which we guided around for quite some time, and please believe me it WAS good to be in the open air again, after several days of being confined in my ‘Sex Cell,’ even if much of the time in that HAD been thrilling and enjoyable. Well, possible apart from my time in Karin’s hands, and another shudder passed through me as I recalled our conversation from earlier this day. God, please NEVER let me be HERS again!
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Now before the next chapter, THIS girl is based upon my ultimate 'dream girl' in REAL life, to MY mind (and i accept that others may disagree with my choice,) is THE most sexy, gorgeous and stunningly beautiful Lady to have EVER walked upon the face of the planet! She's a, now retired, Russian Tennis Player, one of the very few women to have achieved a 'Career Grand Slam,' ie. to have won ALL four of the Grand Slam events ( Aussie Open, French Open, Wimbledon and U.S. Open ) at least once in her career. In this chapter i've called her by the 'nickname' that said 'dream girl' is often referred to as, at first i believed that it was a name formed by using the first two letters of her forename, and the the first three of her surname. But i soon discovered that it's actually a Russian 'pet' form of her given name, something on the equivalent lines of 'Jimmy' and 'James.' So, can any of you guess who this girl who i find SO sexy, is?



And it was during my session with my next Mistress on the following day that I discovered just what Karin had meant by describing me as ‘available.’ At the normal time she entered, and if ALL of the female Mistresses here were beautiful, THIS one was even more so. To my mind THIS girl was, quiet simply the most stunningly sexy of the lot! “Good morning Slave, today you are MINE! My name is Mistress Masha and the only thing you need to worry about today is the pleasure you shall bring me! Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress Masha!”
“However, I sense that you have something on your mind, don’t you? Is it something to do with Karin? I saw her ‘disturbing’ you yesterday. Come on, out with it! Otherwise with you distracted, you won’t be able to service me correctly, will you?”

So, I explained to Masha what Karin had said, especially the bit about myself becoming ‘available,’ once I’d been ‘introduced’ to all twenty of Anya’s girls. What had she meant’?

Masha explained. “What Karin is referring to is that under Anya’s rules, once a new male ‘member’ like yourself has serviced all twenty of us, he becomes eligible for ‘Marriage.’ A Mistress can claim him to become her ‘Bondage Husband.’ That means that he becomes her personal property, other Mistresses may only shag him with her permission. Twelve of us, including myself, are already ‘married,’ so none of those who are will be able to take you, but it is they who will be the ones to vote concerning the girls who are not ‘married’ and want you. Oh, and both Fiona and Dawn are not included in any of this, both willingly agreed never to ask for a ‘husband,’ Fiona because of her position as the nurse here, and Dawn because of her ‘issue.’ These two are able to ask to spend at least one day every month with any male, whether ‘married’ or not. Anyway, I’ve heard that both Anya and Karin seek to claim you. Which means that you should be fine, as like most of the others who’ll be deciding your fate, I would much prefer to vote to give you to Anya than to Karin.”

She smiled, a wonderful smile, and continued. “Provided, of course, you perform for ME TODAY! Which I’m sure you will, now I’ve been able to put your mind at rest.” And then this delicious girl’s lips met mine and the days ‘activities’ began. It was back to ‘normal,’ as Masha cuffed me in the usual spread-out position on the bed, stripped down to her stunning sexy and beautiful lingerie, yet again wearing NO panties, and then subjected me to a day full of ‘conventional’ raw sex, well as ‘conventional’ as the act can be with one partner chained up! But, believe me, this respective ‘normality’ didn’t stop the action being utterly mind-blowing! As if it would be anything else with such a gorgeous woman, and yes, be assured the level of her sexual skills certainly matched, if not exceeded those of her stunning good looks.

Just my bloody luck, that this girl already had a ‘husband’ then! Especially as Masha took me to yet another climax, one of an intensity that I wouldn’t have even dreamed was possible before I’d been taken and bought here, left alone experienced in my previous life. Naturally, as she was so skilled herself, she timed it to perfection and just as my body began to shake with sheer pleasure, so did hers!

And here’s the thing, Masha allowed plenty of time between each of her assaults upon my body, time that enabled said body to recover to a large degree, so each coupling was FULL of energy and passion, and by ‘pacing’ herself Masha ensured that the shagging continued at a VERY high level for most of the day. And for some of those fantastic shags she allowed me the privilege of being able to see her, although the blindfold was on for most of them. Eventually though, time moved on and her time with me came to an end. “Did you enjoy yourself today, Дорогой?” (Dorogoy which is Russian for Darling)
“Very much so, Mistress Masha.”
“Yes, I thought so. Well, I can tell you that I most certainly did, and I’m VERY pleased by your efforts to please me, an ambition that was completely achieved. So, before I leave you, I want to promise you and can assure you that I’ll try my very best to ensure that you don’t end up in Karin’s hands. I know Anya herself has her eye on you, and you could do a lot worse than to have her as your ‘wife.’ Do your best to please the rest of us, and unless some other Mistress pitches her hat into the ring, as it were, I’m almost certain that Anya will ‘get you.’ Do you like her?”
“Very much so Mistress Masha. Just like you have done, she treated me with kindness and respect, which enabled me to perform to MY best. I’ll gladly marry Mistress Anya.”
“Thought so. I’ll try to see that it happens then.” With that Masha kissed me again and left.

Leaving me feeling a lot more relieved for the very first time since Karin had ‘grabbed’ me just before the previous day’s exercise, that it now seemed that I wasn’t going to end up as HER personal slave. But that of Anya instead, although a little dis-appointed that I wasn’t going to be Masha’s.


Now the next Mistress won't be one from the dark depths of my depraved mind, because one of our fellow members has asked to claim one for themself. Obviously i've agreed, and they have both named her and detailed what they wish her to do to Anya's captive. It might take a few days to write a chapter based around their wishes, it's back to work tomorrow, but to that member i pledge that it WILL happen, and that full credit for your idea WILL be given to you then. Many thanks for said idea, which yes, i fully believe i can work with!
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Wow this is certainly an interesting and well written story. I'm sure many readers on here, myself included, wouldn't mind spending some time on femdom island for sure
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Yes, really nice story! Especially moment of capture! :D
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This story just keeps getting better and better! And it was amazing from the start! Sigh, my wife would not approve as she does not like "sharing" me, but if such an Island really existed and I were a bit younger and more fit, I just might try to convince her that it would be a great retirement place! ;)
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Thank you [mention]harveygasson[/mention] [mention]Glovedgirllover[/mention] for your kind words.

And [mention]tiedinbluetights[/mention] , Mistress Anya says, 'be careful what you wish for!' She has her eye on you now!
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LunaDog wrote: 1 year ago Thank you @harveygasson @Glovedgirllover for your kind words.

And @tiedinbluetights , Mistress Anya says, 'be careful what you wish for!' She has her eye on you now!
Being a man in my mid-fifties, catching Anya's eye is quite flattering!
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Firstly a big Thank You to [mention]tiedinbluetights[/mention] for this particular chapter, the name of this Mistress and the basic outline of what she puts my chap through here are from HIS mind as opposed to mine. And i've enjoyed writing this, just hope you enjoy reading it, Good Sir. Thank you once again. And, as many of you too i guess, it's been back to work this week for me, which is why it's been some time before i've been back here.



Well, next day things were going to be a little different, I was to discover. Mid-morning as usual, the second door of my ‘cell’ opened, and another gorgeous girl emerged. Carrying a package in her hands that was larger than most of my previous female ‘visitors’ had done, but then THIS girl had some plans for me that none of the others had.

“Good morning Slave,” she began with. “My name is Mistress Madeline, and it’s MY turn for some fun with you. And that will NOT take place on the bed, well I MIGHT shag you at the end of the day, IF you please me. I understand that you are now aware of the fact that many of us girls are ‘married,’ and have our very own private slaves? I’m another one of those, and I’ve just had a good session with my ‘husband,’ so with you I’m going to indulge in my other passion in life, ballet!”

“Ballet, Mistress Madeline?”
“Ballet.”

Madeline approached me, she was about 5ft 8in tall, like all of Anya’s girls she was slender but what I noticed most of all, even more than her raven black hair, was her eyes. Bright blue, they seemed to pierce right into my thoughts, and seemed to hold me captivated in some sort of sensual ‘grip!’

“Are you familiar with the ‘art of dance,’ Slave?”
“Not so much with Ballet, if I’m honest Mistress. Although I do love much of the music that accompanies the dancing in that genre. Especially Tchaikovsky’s utter Masterpiece, ‘Swan Lake.’ Which is the only ballet that I’ve actually been to see, but again if I’m being honest, I went as much to listen to the music as to see the dance.”
“Swan Lake, eh? Good choice, it’s one of MY favourites too. Let’s see if I can’t make a decent ‘Prince Siegfried’ out of you then?”

Madeline pulled what appeared to be a set of tights out of her bag, and I wondered just who these were for, her legs were already adorned in the normal sheer stockings, although pure white instead of all the other Mistresses black. However, these were distended to finish up covering MY legs, as Madeline explained. “These are a set of male ballet tights, and I may say I think you’ve got the ‘perfect’ legs for them.” Holding them out towards me, “so if you wouldn’t mind putting them on for me please, I’ll help you gladly if you need any.”

It turned that I did require some assistance from Madeline to fit her ‘dance’ tights, as they lived up to their name and hugged my pins very tightly. But, I was pleasantly surprised by just how good they felt on my legs, and yes, they did seem to offer a level of support. And clearly Madeline approved as she commented, “you REALLY do look good in those!”

But there was far more than just the visual effect behind her decision to place me within them. For next up out of her bag was a pair of proper ‘ballet shoes,’ something I’d NEVER worn before, or more importantly, tried to move in whilst wearing. And it was quite a large degree of difficulty that accompanied my first attempt to do so, they were TOTALLY uncomfortable, and didn’t feel ‘natural’ at all.
Especially when Madeline explained what the primary purpose of her ‘ballet training’ would involve. “What I desire most and require you to do for me today, is to be held aloft by yourself, who will stand still, whilst I dance around you held by your arms, as if I am flying! Do you think we can manage that?”
“I’ll try my very best to achieve what you wish me to, Mistress Madeline.”
“I’m sure that you will. And I have the perfect piece of ‘kit’ to help you achieve that.

Now the reason for the size of her bag became clear as she pulled out some sort of ‘contraption,’ yes that IS the right word! Basically a pair of strong ‘straps’ to which were attached several sets of leather cuffs, and then what was clearly a support for the wearer’s heel. It took Mistress Madeline a few minute to fit these to my legs, and they only increased my sense of dis-comfort, adding an element of bondage to how she’d ‘dressed’ me. But they DID appear to offer my legs a fair degree of support. In the meantime, Madeline removed all of her clothing, until she was just wearing a basque, stockings and for once a Mistress here wore some panties, although they were very skimpy! All in the pure ‘white’ of a ‘prima ballerina.” Or perhaps, a Swan, IF I was to be Siegfried maybe she was a matching ‘Odette!’

“Right then, let’s see just how good you are standing ‘en-pointe,’ shall we?” Which I didn’t actually know but I did guess correctly, meant standing on my toes. And, believe me, THAT took quite a fair degree of time before I could manage it with any degree of success! And a fair degree of pain too, I began to wonder if I’d have been better off spending the day in Karin’s hands instead! Added to this was the fact that Madeline was quite impatient, bossing and fussing around, letting me feel the full force of her frustration. But like I say, manage it I did, to her almost grudging acknowledgement!

Once I’d mastered standing ‘en-pointe’ I now had to combine this act with lifting Madeline off the floor and into the air. Surprisingly I was able to achieve this without too much difficulty, and progress became rather rapid from then on in, as Madeline started to ‘dance’ whilst held off of the floor by me. Until finally I was holding Madeline above my head, in the classic pose that ALL fans of the movie ‘Dirty Dancing,’ ( staring the late Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey, ) will be ALL too familiar with.

But, all of this had taken its toll on my strength and stamina, and I began to realise that I was rapidly running out of both. “Mistress,” I began, “I think it would be best if I lowered you down, I’m running out of strength.”
“Nonsense Slave, you’ve made ME wait ALL DAY to be in this position, and now YOU want to put me down! I’ll let you lower me when I, and ONLY I, say so and NOT before!” And she started to move about, ‘dancing’ while I held her aloft.

Suddenly it was TOO much, despite the support of the strap and cuff arrangement, my legs gave way. Putting HER safety first, I’d deliberately positioned myself close to and facing the bed, by its side so away from the upper and lower and bedframes.

Therefore, as I stumbled forward, I was able to ‘deposit’ Madeline unto the bed, giving her a ‘soft landing’ as it were, and I was immensely relieved to see after she had tumbled onto the bed’s surface in a quite undignified way, that at least she was completely unharmed.

Not that Madeline intended to show ANY gratitude whatsoever for my intentions of securing her safety before mine! “YOU CLUMSY OAF!” She screamed at me! “YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!”

It took a while for Madeline’s chiding to even register, for if she had escaped injury free, then I had not. Having deposed of my ‘load’ my body continued in its downward trajectory, ending up with my head bashing against the base part of the bed, just below where the mattress lay. Slightly dazed this resulted in me totally ignoring Madeline, and I’ll bet that you can all imagine just how well THAT went down?

Without waiting for me to recover enough to be able to pay her, what she considered to be, proper due attention, she dressed back into her ‘outer’ clothing. Putting her face right next to mine, and clearly ignoring the pain present on my ‘visage,’ again at FULL volume she began another verbal assault. “I had such plans for you, I saw a great potential, but NO, you’ve gone and blown it ALL NOW! You might not know it, but Mistress Anya allows me to organise ‘dance shows’ here, and if you’d concentrated as you should have done, it’s entirely possible that you, YES YOU, would have starred in the next one. NOT NOW, obviously! With that she stormed out, without even waiting for me to remove her ‘equipment’ from my body.

Eventually the purely physical pain inflicted by my fall began to subside, and I began to worry instead about any possible consequence of the afternoon’s events. Having been able to undress from Madeline’s ‘ballet costume’ I was resting on the bed, when the door opened and Nurse Fiona emerged through it, together with another girl, who I’d seen about during Sunday’s ‘walk’ but whose name I did not know at this stage.

Fiona gave me a medical check, confirming that no real damage had been done by my fall. And officially informed me that Mistress Madeline had alleged that I had endangered her. However, although technically I was still under ‘investigation’ for this reported ‘crime,’ Fiona informed me, that herself and Mistress Anya together had watched the C.C.T.V. coverage of the incident. They’d clearly heard me issuing my warning to Madeline that my strength was about to fail, and both were totally satisfied that when my legs HAD given way, I had undoubtedly tried my VERY best to ensure that Madeline received that ’soft’ landing on the bed, even picking up my own, thankfully temporary, injury in the process.

Fiona assured me that I had NOTHING, to worry about, that I had absolutely NO case to answer and that Mistress Anya would definitely put Madeline right about a few things! And the very next day I heard that is EXACTLY what happened and I would NOT be put into the punishment block, as Madeline, or rather her ego that simply couldn’t, or more likely wouldn’t, accept that SHE had been wrong, had demanded!

But, through NO fault of my own, I’d ‘picked up’ an enemy, one with voting rights as to the question of my fate after my ‘induction period.’ And would now, obviously, be voting for myself to be given to Mistress Karin!



Once again, Thank you for your contribution, tiedinbluetights. Some of the above is true in my REAL life, about enjoying the musical score of 'Swan Lake' and having seen a performance of that by the Moscow City Ballet many years ago, and as i'm sure many of you can guess or actually know, Odette is the character played by the 'Prima Ballerina' and Prince Siegfried is played by the leading male dancer.

To my mind, the music to the First 'Scene' of Act Two of 'Swan Lake' is THE most romantic piece of music EVER written, far more than than any modern 'pop' song.

There's several more Mistresses to go, if anybody else wishes to 'claim' one, please just let me know.
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Thanks [mention]LunaDog[/mention]! That was amazing, and better than I could have imagined! :twisted: :D

I'm glad for your heroic chap that he didn't end up in the punishment block, but that now begs the question as to what exactly is the difference between the punishment block and the prisoner block.

I hope you get more takers for some of the remaining mistresses! (And sincerely hope that the hero of your story survives them all!)
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tiedinbluetights wrote: 1 year ago But that now begs the question as to what exactly is the difference between the punishment block and the prisoner block.
A fair question, which i'll try to answer.

Now the normal 'sex cells' of Anya's establishment are 'cells' in that the male inmates ARE locked in and cannot leave by their own choice. But Anya's philosophy is that happier sex slaves will produce a better quality of sex for her and her fellow Mistresses. So the rooms her males are confined in are large and comfortable. As i described when my male character first entered one of them, they are quite luxurious, with good quality carpets and furniture. The males are looked after and fed well, they have much choice over what they can eat, they even have a limited access to alcoholic drinks. And whilst they ARE denied news access to the outside world, the sex cells contain a large T.V. although what channels they can watch IS controlled, and they basically have unlimited access to any books, movies etc. And whilst they are not active in 'entertaining' a Mistress they can do anything they like, within reason. As Mistress Karin once commented, they are ASSETS to the females of 'Femdom Island.'

However, all societies, especially where people are there NOT by their own choice, MUST have rules and guidelines, because there's ALWAYS people who will act in an incorrect manner. Now in Anya's domain, REALLY serious misdemeanors will possibly result in a male slaves's lifeless and weighted down body being dumped in a remote and deep part of the Baltic Sea, in such a manner that even Dr Robert Ballard, the man who found the wreak of both the Titanic and the Bismarck, wouldn't be able to find them. But this is only for the VERY serious stuff, murdering or attempting to murder a Mistress for example.

For minor 'crimes' there is the punishment block. These cells are like normal prison cells, not comfortable at all. There's NO sex at all for a male held here, and many of the inmates have grown to enjoy their Mistresses attentions. Of course there's NONE of the privileges regarding T.V. or reading. Also the diet is strictly controlled in there, any inmate has NO say in what they can eat, and although nutritious it ALWAYS tastes bland and uninviting. The name of this block says it all. As for the length of time a male could be held there, that depends on what he's done, and if it's a repeat offence. Just like normal law, i guess.
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Having been ‘cleared’ of Madeline’s allegation, that still didn’t mean that I’d be receiving a visit from another Mistress within the next day, because Fiona had recommended I become one of the ‘four’ again, for me to fully recover. But the day after that, my door opened and today’s Mistress turned out to be Nurse Fiona’s companion from the other evening. “I am Mistress Svetlana, and finally I get my way with you. You’ve made quite a stir since arriving here, far more than any of the other males have, so it’ll be nice to find out just what all the fuss is about. Are you ready to serve me?”
“Yes Mistress Svetlana, as best I can.”
“Good. I think I’m going to enjoy what you have to offer.”
“Isn’t that the idea, Mistress?”
“Absolutely! Maybe all the hype around you is justified after all!”

Svetlana went to grab her leather jacket to no doubt remove it, but then she stopped, as if a new idea had just arrived in her mind. It had. “Why the hell should I have to remove my own clothing when I’ve got a male slave at my ‘beck and call,’ eh? Come over here, please and help me undress, won’t you?”
“At once Mistress Svetlana!” And I rushed to obey; the idea turned me on quite a bit too! Like ALL the girls here, Svetlana was absolutely beautiful after all. And after the debacle with Madeline I NEEDED some friends amongst them.

I removed her jacket, folded it and carefully placed it on a chair. “Now then Slave, what shall I get you to remove next? Skirt or blouse?” She paused for a while, as if contemplating her answer, then suddenly announced, “I think we’ll go for the skirt. With you on your knees and using just your teeth!”

Svetlana then just stood still, and I hesitated for a bit. She suddenly snapped. “Well, get on with it then!” Stung into action, I quickly lowed myself onto my knees, managed to ‘travel’ to where she stood, and, as instructed, set about undoing the skirt’s buckle with my teeth. It wasn’t easy by any means but I persisted and eventually succeeded. I was equally as effective with the task of bringing down the zip of Svetlana’s skirt, grabbing it with my molars, I slid it down until the end of its travel was reached. And this meant that the skirt itself could being its journey down Svetlana’s gorgeous nylon coated legs. A task I rather enjoyed, I must honestly admit, with my nose receiving a good ‘dose’ of the scent of Mistress’s arousal. And judging by the potency of said scent, it was clear that Mistress Svetlana was FULLY aroused.

Something she did NOT deny as she lifted her feet, one by one, to allow me to totally withdrew the leather skirt from her lower body. “I must admit Darling that you made a far better job of THAT task then I’d expected! You’re pretty good at this aren’t you? Just HOW good I intend to find out, and enjoy!”

Svetlana beckoned me to my feet and I obeyed. Just like Karin had done a couple of days earlier, today’s Mistress began to circle me, but there was NO riding crop, or any other such implement in her hands. Just a length of silk bond rage rope instead.

After several ‘laps’ Svetlana stopped directly behind me, and pulled both of my arms behind my back. “Let’s have you in a bit of my bondage, for your next task shall we?” With that she bound my wrists together in such a manner that alerted me to the fact that once in bondage to Mistress Svetlana, I’d be staying there until SHE said so, with me having NO choice or say about it. This girl knew her knots!

With my arms now bound, Svetlana came very close to me. “My blouse also needs to come off, Slave!” So, once again my teeth were called in to the task of undoing the button of her upper garment. It took some time to get the measure of unfastening the six buttons on her front, but I’ll give Svetlana this, she was VERY patient. And, eventually I got there. I managed to undo all six. When she took over, pulling the garment away from her body, twirling it around in the air for a bit, and then casting it aside with real abandon.

“That’s enough undressing, I’m READY now. Yet again I was presented with the lovely sight of a gorgeous and sexy woman, just wearing a black basque and stockings, with NO panties! Just saves some time, although my teeth might well have savoured removing them IF Svetlana had been wearing some. But she wasn’t so they didn’t!

Svetlana then guided me over so that I was just in the location within the room that Karin had secured me in earlier. She now tied an ‘extension,’ a long one to my wrist bond, and I began to get a bed feeling about this. However, before she made any moves regarding this, she tied my ankles together first, and then to a floor mounted ring.

Now, using a chair, Svetlana passed this ’extension’ through a ceiling mounted ring, and began to pull on it. Forcing my arms to rise into the air, and my upper body to bend forwards, a position I believe is called a ‘strappado.’ And if I’m completely honest, it wasn’t the most comfortable position I’d ever been placed in! She tied the rope to a wall mounted ring which ensured that I’d remain in this awkward situation for as long as she, and SHE alone, chose to keep me there. Great!

And what this meant is that where Svetlana stood in front of me again, her pussy was basically level with my mouth. “I think you can guess where this is going, can’t you Slave? Mistress Dawn was VERY impressed with your efforts, so I thought I’d sample a little bit of this action for myself. And, why not? It’s not as if I’m giving you any choice, by the way.” No, I guess not Mistress!

So I got to work. Thankfully, having received a fair degree of practice in Dawn’s hands, it wasn’t long before my tongue produced some noticeable results, as Svetlana began to gently ‘moan’ in pleasure and her body gyrated. And then suddenly arched and almost ‘locked’ in that position, as the room became full of her voice, screaming out as ecstasy FULLY claimed her!

Svetlana wasn’t cruel, and once I’d given her just what she’d wanted, she moved swiftly to release my body from its VERY uncomfortable situation, although she didn’t undo the wrist bond itself. “WOW! Dawn wasn’t WRONG about you it seems. Lets’ get you onto the bed, shall we, and see if you’re just as accomplished in more conventional sex, eh?”

So, before long I was tied to the bed, Svetlana was another one for whom bondage meant TYING up as opposed to cuffing, in the normal spread eagled position. And for the rest of the day she used my body as a ‘living dildo,’ shagging me, blindfolded of course, absolutely senseless, until both of us began to run out of steam! But, as she finally untied me, she let me know that she was COMPLETELY satisfied, as far as she was concerned I’d given her EVERYTHING she’d asked for. As Svetlana pecked me on the cheek, before leaving the room with a huge smile on her face, it DID appear that I’d gained another friend amongst the female population of ‘Femdom Island.’
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