LIESEL – Femdom Story

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by Tau_90

femdom story liesel
Illustration by: ElenaDarkBerry

Liesel wiped little drops of sweat from her forehead and pulled the reigns, signalling her slave to stand still. The sun was already high in the sky and the weather was hot and humid. It was noon already and her morning shift would soon be over. She turned her head and looked around.

The street was empty, apart from a slave who was busy mowing a lawn at the entrance of a large villa. It annoyed her greatly, when she found out that she accidentally rode to the far southern outskirts of the city. She seemed to have lost her track of time during the past few hours.

Now it would take her at least an hour to return to the city centre. Probably even more, as her slave was already shivering from exhaustion and was breathing heavily.

Liesel felt she was getting wet in her leather boots and tight riding pants. She leaned to the front and slowly stood up in her stirrups, gently raising her bum from the hot leather saddle, which was fixed to the shoulders of the slave. The saddle enabled a rider to comfortably sit on the shoulders of her slave, but after a few hours Liesel desperately needed to change her position.

Her entire weight was now resting on the stirrups and the slave moaned in pain as her spurs dug into his body. She ignored him and indulged herself in this position for a few moments, before she resumed her original position and spurred her mount into a canter.

She hoped he retained enough strength for the trip back to town. It would be most unpleasant for her to walk all the way back if he would suddenly collapse from exhaustion. Of course he would be severely punished afterwards, but that wouldn’t change her present inconvenience.

She rode him for the past five hours and his body was already covered in sweat and fresh wounds from her whip and spurs. She decided to show him some lenience at least until they return back to the station.

She didn’t know much about him. She joined the city police a few months ago, shortly after her 21th birthday, and was given slave D 234-12 as her personal mount. Since then they spent from four to five hours together each day, when she rode him during her regular patrols around the city. She never bothered to speak to him. She didn’t consider him human anyway.

For her, he was a mere piece of property, a vile beast of burden, whose only purpose was to carry her around as a pack animal. Verbal orders were not necessary to control him. He was trained to obey simple commands administered with the reins, boots and whip. Only now that she made him toil to the edge of his strength, she suddenly found some interest in him.

“How old are you, slave?” she asked absentmindedly. She wasn’t really expecting him to answer, since she considered him more or less unintelligent. Riding slaves were recruited from the slaves of greater physical strength, but of lower intelligence, and their rigorous training erased what was left of their intellectual capabilities.

So it was quite a surprise for her when she heard an incomprehensible sound coming from his vocal chords. She paused for a moment. In a moment of weakness, she loosened her reigns and removed a bit from his mouth.

“What did you say, slave?” she asked again.

“I’m thirty years old, Mistress” he replied with a faint voice.

Liesel sat passively on his shoulders as if she had been struck by lightning. She was astonished to find some shreds of humanity in this wretched being. She toyed with the though of removing his mask and headgear so she could see how his face looked like.

Then she remembered there was always a reason for a male to end up as a slave beast. These slaves were the scum of the earth. They were condemned to this life because of their crimes against the female society and they deserved every inch of it.

“So, how do you enjoy your life as a beast, slave?” she asked sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, Mistress… I don’t understand?” he managed to say while he struggled to keep up the pace.

“Well, you are one dumb animal, aren’t you” she mocked him. “I asked you if you enjoy serving me.

“Yes, Mistress. Everything for you, Mistress.” he quickly gulped. Her regular use of spurs and whip must have made a strong impression on him.

”So, how did you end up like this?” she further inquired. His answers amused her and since there was no one else to talk to, she decided to find out more about her property.

”I’m sorry Mistress” he replied. He was breathing heavily and was clearly struggling. “I can’t remember much. Mistresses at the prison… they changed me somehow… I can’t think clearly anymore… I know I did something wrong. They said I was bad, that I was a threat to women. That I should not be free. That I have to serve and suffer for the rest of my life. So they made me like this, Mistress”.

”Just as I thought” Liesel said with a strictness in her voice. She secured the bit back into his mouth and attached the reins. “You talked enough and I think I’m not interested in the details anyway. It’s sufficient to say that you were a nasty piece of work.

But it seems the girls at the training centre left the job half done, since you still remember a thing or two about your past misbehaviour. Well, don’t you worry about that. I will help you become a true beast of burden.

I used to think of you as a convenient tool, but now that I know what a scumbag you must have been, it will be a pleasure to torment you. Maybe we should spend more time together since there’s a whole bunch of things that I would like to try on you. Now move, beast, we’re late already!”

Liesel kicked her slave in the abs and hit his back with the whip, forcing him to run faster. Her blonde ponytail bounced imperiously, as she was sitting on the huge muscular body of the slave, whom she ruled as a supreme ruler.

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