Legends of Dominance - 26
Legends of Dominance - 26 by Mistress Michelle Peters et al. and posted with permission (All information herein is provided by author) Legends of Dominance Article Index |
Mistress Dee Hartman
- The Queen Mother of Cruelty
- A Story by Lou Kagan
- From Aggressive Women Magazine
- Vol. 5, No. 8, 1986
The story Lou wrote about was inspired upon viewing pictures of the Queen Mother of Cruelty .
- The Queen Mother of Cruelty
- By Lou Kragan
Every year, on the first day of March, all the men of the Grand Monarchy of Leatherbourg assemble in the Royal Square to commemorate the anniversary of the inauguration of the Queen. Although she had been the rightful heir to the throne, her husband, Prince Dominic, naturally took charge, as the men of Leatherbourg were inclined to do. And the Queen obediently followed, as the women of Leatherbourg were inclined to do. Thus, Prince Dominic ruled the Grand Monarchy with an iron hand, until that fateful day—the day of the annual Royal Ball.
Traditionally, all the men dressed in leather, and the women dressed in silk, satin, and lace. All the guests were taken aback when the Queen Mother appeared wearing the latest leather fashion in women's formal wear. The red-faced Prince Dominic reacted as would any husband of Leatherbourg. Before the entire room of guests, he ordered his queen to return to her chamber and change immediately into her traditional gown.
In response, the Queen did something no woman in Leatherbourg had ever done before.
She refused.
The irate prince felt compelled to reaffirm his authority then and there. He physically chastised his spouse with his black riding crop. This was perfectly legal in Leatherbourg. In fact, it was expected.
Humiliated before her subjects, the Queen ran to her chamber, trying unsuccessfully to fight back the tears. There in her chamber, as she began to unzip her leather corset, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the mirror. Mascara ran down her cheeks, and red welts appeared on her arms and thighs.
As she stood and stared into the reflection of a beaten and humiliated woman, a change began to come over her. Again she did something no woman in Leatherbourg had ever done before.
She got mad.
In the mirror, something on the wall behind her caught her eye. She whirled around and cast her gaze upon the large brown bullwhip mounted attractively over the mantle. She took it down and ran her fingers curiously over its stiff leather braids. It was Prince Dominic's favorite. He had never used it on her, although he'd threatened he would some day. She coiled the long snake in her hands and stormed out of her chamber into the hall.
In the ballroom, she saw her prince by the punch bowl chatting with his leather-clad colleagues. His eye caught her as she descended the marble stairs, still attired in her leather corset.
He fumed and started towards her, brandishing his wicked black riding crop.
As soon as he was within range, her bullwhip whistled through the air. It caught him in mid-stride, wrapping around his riding crop and stinging his wrist. She yanked back and wrenched the crop from his fist, sending it flying across the room, far out of his reach.
Now empty handed and incoherent with anger, the Prince resumed his charge toward her. The bullwhip sang through the air a second time, catching him on the inner thigh. The soft leather britches tightly stretched over his legs were no protection against the scorpion-like sting. He curled up like a caterpillar in the sun. She never let him get back to his feet.
A lifetime of repressed frustration and anger went into every stroke of her blazing whip, until all that was left of the great Prince Dominic was a whimpering mass of torn leather and bleeding skin.
This historic event set a precedent in the Grand Monarchy of Leatherbourg. Nowadays, to commemorate this day, the men of Leatherbourg stand at attention in the Royal Square, clothed only in silk briefs, garter belts, and nylons. The women stand about in their latest leather fashions, cheerfully taking in the scene.
Before the giant portrait of the Queen Mother stands Prince Dominic, clad only in pink lace panties. His body is bent low, his head and hands confined in the gilt mahogany stocks which have been constructed for the occasion.
In this position he must wait while the men sing the Leatherbourg national anthem. It used to be "God Save the Queen," but now the words have been changed to "God Help the Prince." The men sing loud and strong, for they are fearfully loyal subjects—to the last quivering man.
World leaders have been expressing mild concern over the new foreign policy of Leatherbourg.
This once inconsequential principality has lately gained prominence as a world power since the annexation of surrounding territories.
Recent rumors that all the males of these newly acquired territories are being interned in concentration camps are being generally disregarded as unsubstantiated. However, the Queen Mother has made recent comments which may be cause for serious concern. Particularly disturbing is the closing remark in her latest speech. This remark has been adopted by the women of Leatherbourg as their rallying slogan: "Today Leatherbourg, tomorrow California!"
For those who wish to join her movement—or Just grovel at her feet—the Queen Mother of Cruelty may be contacted through this magazine. Her ad appears on page 8 under the code number xxx20F. Good luck.
These were photos of Mistress Dee Hartman whose photos can be seen at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LegendsofDominance
Compiled by Mistress Michelle and slave english
Mistress Darlene Johnson
- Ontario, California
I believe in fulfilling our own fantasies. As a young girl I developed a desire to dress sexy and draw the attention of men and women.
I don't like straight sex! But I love body worship, foot worship, anal adoration, panty worship, breast sucking and caressing my body with their tongue.
I love to tie men up and bound and gag them and leave them helpless, waiting for my return.
Cock and ball bondage is one of my favorites, using their cock and balls for my pleasure. Butt plugs are also a part of my training, along with nipple torment.
Spankings over my knee while my slaves hard cock is between my thighs is a turn on. S & M when a slave is into it is very erotic. (I do respect limitations)
Cross dressing is one of my kinky fantasies to explore lesbian fulfillment and to fuck my shemale whore like the slut she is.
Foot slaves get my immediate attention. I love to have my toes sucked and licked and adore boot & high heel slaves. Another favorite is humiliation. I love to mentally embarrass my slaves and degrade them when I want to release my tensions. Another way is through spankings too.
Physical humiliation such as equestrian and fido training are good forms of discipline.
How does one qualify? You must pass my test. I only do sessions with slaves who are deserving, have class, are educated and very discreet. Looks aren't as important as sincerity and a good disposition as well as knowing how to treat a mistress!
Well the rest is up to me! If we clique well, we just might come together on the ultimate fantasy pleasure.
Lustfully yours, Mistress Darlene
Compiled by Mistress Michelle and slave english
Mistress Destiny
- Putting on a Ring
- by slut rachel
- From Humbly Yours Magazine
- Vol. 2, No. 4
Mistress Destiny unquestionably the undisputed queen of the bizzare and dominant supreme had her fertile mind working over-time when she planned the next happening for her T.V. slave Rachel. Mistress Destiny had previously noted the generally small appendage affixed to the T.V. slave Rachel and thought it could provide much more entertainment value than it was tucked away under there. Again, the T.V. slave maintained her pubic hair neatly shaven and shaped so as to present the most appealing of sights when allowed to display it. But for the T.V., this was the ideal configuration for with a minimum of control the bulge was barely noticeable even in the bikini panties which she wore with regularity. Thus, it was that Mistress Destiny began to give her live in slave Pooch, the very specific instructions which she was to follow. Since the successful implementation of this project that some of her past errors could be forgiven, it was with eagerness that slave Pooch listened. Mistress Destiny produced a paper pad and pencil and drew the outline of that appendage. "We are going to put a mark all the way around the base of this assembly," she stated and drew a broken line clear around the circumference of the offending tool. Slave Pooch nodded full understanding of the task but she was not quite ready for the next part. "You will do this by using only your teeth" continued the Mistress.
Even the slave Pooch recoiled at the assignment as she listened further with eyes wide open and mouth agape. Sensing the discomfort in her slave, and thoroughly enjoying the power and control that she had over her devoted chattel, the Mistress continued, "Now, in order to do this job properly, it will be necessary for you to take the whole assembly into your mouth- first let the shaft slide down your throat and then stuff the balls into your cheeks. then suck the entire assembly in as far down as it will go and then bite down to leave the first of your marks. Just remember,the long lasting bite will leave a much better mark than the sharp quick love bites you are so accustomed to giving.and receiving. So remember, Bite slowly, firmly, and then hold the bite. Then, you'll have to let loose for a second, repositioning your head, and then suck in again. Then repeat the biting procedure until you feel you have covered the entire base of the assembly. Use both your top and bottom teeth to make sure to get full coverage but be careful that you do not break the skin. But make sure that your bites are clean and sharp and distinct. You will get only one chance at this and you will perform accordingly. And we will be taking pictures of the entire proceedings so just be aware and don't cover up anything which we might want to shoot. Now, And we will be taking pictures of the entire proceedings so just be aware and don't cover up anything we might want to shoot. Now, slave Rachel is already down there spread out on the examining table with an ice bag between her legs. "She doesn't know what you'll be up to but you had better be quick about it or you might choke". Now get yourself ready and go down there. Slave Pooch moved and went down the stairs rather apprehensively but was prodded to greater speed by the sound of the Mistress behind her. She could see that the slave Rachel had indeed been spread out with her legs firmly held in the stirrups of the examining table. Slave Pooch moved in quickly between the legs and removed the ice bag. She could see that she could easily then and misshapen mass of flesh into her mouth and hoped that slave Rachel would not get the urge to do anything more than relax and suffer. Slave Pooch sucked in the tool and stuffed the rest into her mouth. One long suck and the entire assembly settled somewhat comfortably into her gaping, mouth. When she felt the smooth skin and pubic hair in her mouth slave Pooch bit down hard and steadily just as she had been instructed. She could feel slave Rachels body react for the first time now as the entire abdominal area stiffened up and the muscle in the inner thighs indicated that slave Rachel was trying feverishly to close hr legs.
Slave Pooch was to engrossed in her own tasks to hear the mournful wail wail which was escaping from slave Rachels mouth. slave Pooch could feel the misshappen mass inside of her mouth starting to shift aroundand thought she had better get on with it. With another quick shift of her head, slave Pooch sucked again and clenched her jaws in an almost death grip for she was not going to let this job get the better of her. She was able to get three grips with her teeth on the upper side of the assembly and quickly shifted her attack to the lower side. She knew that there no way that she was that she was going to swallow that thing a second time. As the Mistress watched, slave Pooch could hear the snap and whir of the camera and continued to bite, to hold, to shift and to bite again. Slave Rachels body contorted in all directions but the pelvic region under attack remained rigidly in place. Slave rachels screams were totally ignored but served as an indication that the slave Pooch was indeed doing a masterful job. Slave Pooch felt the snap of the riding crop against her ass cheek and knew it was time to ease up. As a parting gesture, slave Pooch popped the balls out from and bit down playfully on the shaft playfully but hard enough to leave her mark for a while. Then, she slowly, ever so slowly, lasciviously allowed the rod to slip out from between her lips, lasciviously allowed the rod to slip out from her lips. She could still hear the camera clicking and whirring and hoped that she had done a good job. Slave Rachel remained largely ignored and could be placed only by the sounds of her agonized sobbing. Mistress Destiny surveyed the work and noted with satisfaction that the skin had not been broken in any area. She ordered slave POOch to clean up the immediate area so that more pictures could be taken. Slave Pooch made the area shiny clean for the benefit of the photographer.
Slave Pooch heard the Mistress say, "Stand back now and let the marks develop." Slave Rachel could feel the blood pounding down in her crotch and the pain waves continued to shoot into her entire body. She remembered almost the same pain which emanated from her nipples whenever the Mistress played with them and compared the pain from the top and bottom to try to determine which was better and which was worse, Without a doubt, she had been fortunate in that Mistress Destiny preferred to train her slaves through the nipples and saving the other areas for only the severest of infractions. And as for the agony she was feeling now Slave Rachel had to be glad that it was slave Pooch who had "done a good job". Slave rachel heard the slave Pooch squeal in delight as she saw that the first of the teeth marks were now cleanly etched in the light skin in a dark purplish hue. She could see the second and third marks beginning to show through and knew that she had performed her part of the project effectively. But slave Rachel could still feel the blood pounding between her crotch and the overall pain in that area prevented her from reacting in any manner to any other stimulation. It was plain sheer agony for the TV who had always wanted that area to be treated gently as does every female. "We're not finished with your assignment yet", stated the Mistress and herded slave Pooch upstairs for added instructions. "Now we are going to take the entire assembly and tuck them well up under her body. Then, we'll take the loose skin on the the outside and clamp the whole thing shut. Then, we'll take the pictures to show that our own TV slave has the right equipment to really be the slut slave" s Then we'll take the pictures to show that our own TV slave has the right equipment to really be the slut slave", said the Mistress.
Slave Pooch looked down between slave Rachel's legs. She readied the smallish clamps an studied the situation, she pushed the balls and was surprised at how easily they slipped up into the body. Grasping the now empty sack she pushed on the shaft until it to slipped downwards and into the body. Slave Pooch slipped the loose sack skin around the shaft and applied a clamp to the loose skin. Slave pooch yelled but slave Pooch just had to ignore the pain that she was causing her sister slave. Almost as if stitching a seam, slave pooch began to applied a clamp to the top then to the bottom and surprisingly in short order , managed to produce the outline of a cunt which had been sealed shut the clamps. Slave Pooch backed off in triumph to the accompanying clicks from the camera.
Everyone ignored the wailing which emanated from a thoroughly devastated slave rachel. Nothing in her body worked as it should. The pain in her crotch multiplied by virtue of the many clips which were now hanging from the artificially produced cunt. But the screams of joy which indicated the completion of a successful project for the Mistress was satisfaction too for slav.e Rachel. Her offending appendage had been effectively removed and the pictures would with a lasting memory of that happy occasion.
More photos of Mistress Destiny at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LegendsofDominance
Compiled by Mistress Michelle
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