NEW LIFE – Femdom Story

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by Tau_90

femdom story
Illustration by: ElenaDarkBerry

He woke up from a restless sleep and tried to collect his thoughts. His mind was a mess. He could recall neither where he was nor what happened to him.

If he closed his eyes, he could see images of women. Young women, some in uniforms, some in civilian clothes, but all of them with a distinctive arrogant expressions on their pretty faces. He could still see their mocking expressions. He could still hear them giggling and laughing.

He couldn’t tell whether this was real or just a bizarre dream. He turned around and tried to get up. His head hit something hard and he fell on his back, groaning in pain. He reached around with his arms, trying to get the sense of his immediate surroundings.

He felt the cold concrete ceiling, less than a meter above him. He reached to the left and right, only to hit the hard concrete walls again. He was trapped.

He rolled on his belly and tried to look around. In the dim light of a morning he could see heavy metal bars a few centimeters from his head which were blocking him from crawling out of this place. He was trapped in a tiny niche, barely big enough for him to crawl on all fours.

Reality slowly sank in. This was not a dream. The cold stone floor, the oppressive concrete walls and bars that were forcing him to the ground, all of this was painfully real. He wished he would fall back to sleep. Maybe he would wake up in his warm bed and found out this was only a nightmare after all.

But he knew none of that would happen. The confinements of this cramped cell made him painfully aware of his miserable condition. He was not dreaming. This was real. He will never wake up in his own bed again. He was not a free person anymore. He was a slave.

He started to cry.

He could not believe his fate. He did nothing wrong. He always respected women and tried his best to please them, both home in Europe and in this land. As a firm believer in female superiority he worked hard for the female cause and helped many women to relocate to the New Amazonia.

He was proud of his work and thought of himself as an advanced and modern man, the one who knows that man’s purpose is to serve and protect women. Unlike all those macho men he knew in the Old World who exhibited their primitive and destructive ways and were rightfully subdued and enslaved here in the New Amazonia.

And after all these struggles this was his reward. No one believed him when he said he didn’t do it. None of the women whom he helped to move here said even a word to help him. And so he was condemned to the life of misery and humiliation.

He felt dizzy again.

This isn’t true, this can’t be true. He knew what it meant to be a slave in this society. To be a slave is to be nothing. But to be condemned to live as a slave crawler, that was the most wretched condition of them all. He tried to imagine what his life will be like from now on and he almost fainted at the though he will never be permitted to walk upright again.

He though about all those women he helped in the past few years. He foolishly thought he meant something to them. Now they won’t even look at him. Indeed they probably won’t even recognize him. Slaves like him had no names.

But he will meet them. He will crawl around them on hands and knees, cleaning their toilets, scrubbing the floors they walk upon, sorting out their garbage and cleaning their shoes.

He couldn’t bear it any longer. He burst into an uncontrollable crying.

He was not alone. The hallway was full of tiny niche cells, each containing a man. A man, who could not believe he will spend the rest of his days underneath female boots.

Katherine turned the key and opened the steel doors that led to the prison block E. It was early in the morning and the block was still dark and silent, apart from the quiet weeping of prisoners.

They didn’t distract her. It was only her fifth day on this job, but she quickly got used to it. She was a blonde beauty with deep blue eyes and an amiable personality which quickly made her popular by both her coworkers and her superiors. She studied psychology at the university and worked part time as a prison guard, usually before or after her classes.

As she was assigned to the prison block E her job was relatively easy. Not simple, but easy enough. Prisoners in this block were slave crawlers who already underwent medical treatment. They weren’t able to walk upright anymore and they posed little threat. Most of the time they lingered in their tiny little cells anyway.

When it was time for their training, she was supposed to collar and shackle them and walk them on a leash. It wasn’t much different than walking a dog and indeed she did start to see them as dogs.

She liked the job so far. She took the position of a prison guard to earn some additional money, but also because she enjoyed being around slaves. She still had mixed feelings about slavery, but after spending a year in the country she grew accustomed to being served and she started to view slavery as a normal part of her everyday life.

But there was something more to it. Slaves were useful, no doubt. They made her life easier and more comfortable. Occasionally she still felt sorry for them and the way they were treated. But she also discovered she likes to see them this way. It pleased her to see them broken, mistreated and humiliated. She felt a bit guilty, but she still wanted to explore this feeling. And what better way to do it than to become a guard in the local slave center?

She still vividly remembered the powerful sensation she felt when she saw a slave for the very first time. She had just landed in the New Amazonia and was greeted by one of the girls from the university. She was accompanied by an older male who silently stood behind her with his head humbly bowed and his eyes fixed on the floor.

He was an ordinary campus slave, meant to serve the needs of female students. As such he was much higher on the slave hierarchy than the slave crawlers that were now entrusted to her. Still, Katherine was astonished by the striking difference between the girl and the slave.

The girl, presumably in her early twenties, radiated youthful energy and confidence. She was dressed in a black top, khaki miniskirt, black pantyhose and black leather ankle boots. Her hair was done in a stylish low bun and she wore a discreet makeup that enhanced her youthful expression.

The slave on the other hand looked old, tired and oppressed. He wore a simple gray tunic and a metal collar around his neck. His head was completely shaven and he had a number tattooed on the side of his forehead.

When the girl saw her, she smiled at her and waived her hand. Then, without even looking at the slave, she clicked her fingers and he hasted forward. Katherine stopped and leaned on her heavy suitcase, watching him curiously. The slave dropped on his knees before her and kissed her feet.

“Welcome to the Amazonia, Mistress” she spoke with the most humble voice Katherine ever heard. “May I take Your belongings and carry the to the campus, Mistress?”

Katherine felt dizzy. For a moment she thought she was dreaming. Yesterday she was an ordinary girl, living in a major European city. Today she had a slave humbly kissing her feet and calling her Mistress.

At first she felt a bit embarrassed to have this older man groveling at her feet. But as his slavish lips touched her feet, she felt warmth in her body. His abasement excited her. She looked down upon him and noticed a bar code, tattooed on the back of his head. Like a cattle, she thought to herself appalled, but amazed at the same time.

“Yes. Yes, take the suitcase and my bags and follow us, slave!” she said with the most confident voice she could muster at that time. She didn’t want to seem nervous or afraid. She left him with her luggage and walked forward to meet her new friend.

The girl’s name was Serena. She was two years older than Katherine. She moved to New Amazonia a couple of years ago, soon after her 18th birthday. She despised men from an early age and she couldn’t wait to leave her country and travel to New Amazonia, where males were reduced to their rightful place. She studied medicine at the university and was the president of the student council at the university campus.

Katherine and Serena soon became friends. Serena helped her settle in this new and unique environment. She explained her the Amazon way of life and the philosophy of female supremacy. She showed her how males naturally belong at her feet.

Amazons had a slave for everything. Personal slaves, house slaves, heavy laborers. Even slaves who were specifically trained to be used as mounts or to pull heavy carriages, used by the ladies.

Serena also showed her slave crawlers. A few days after her arrival they met after their lectures and strolled the pretty streets of the capital. They reached a group of slaves who were scrubbing the cobblestones under the hot tropical sun.

Katherine had never seen such miserable creatures. They were almost entirely naked, apart from a tiny piece of fabric that covered their private parts. They wore shackles, chains and heavy metal collars around their necks. They looked exhausted, neglected, starved and utterly subdued. Their thin bodies were heavily bruised and their eyes were devoid of any hope. They crawled on their hands and knees, scrubbing the tiles, cleaning the drains and picking up the trash.

“They must remain on their hands and knees at all times” Serena said cheerfully. “Indeed, it’s not even physically possible for them to stand up. They all underwent medical treatment and their ability to walk upright is permanently disabled. We keep them crippled and close to the ground, where they belong.”

“That’s horrible” said Katherine. “What did they do to deserve such treatment?”

“It’s all a matter of perspective” Serena laughed. “For them it’s horrible. For me it’s amusing. They are just slaves. Why should we care about how they feel? They are mostly criminals anyway. Condemned by the female justice. They are vermin that deserves to be crushed under our shoes. They should be grateful we keep them alive!”

They walked past the toiling pack of slaves. Katherine could hardly contain her excitement. Of course she thought this was cruel and inhumane. But at the same time she liked what she saw. They were criminals after all. Brutal and atavistic male beasts. Yes, this was the right way to deal with them. They were right where they were supposed to be. Enslaved, degraded and crushed under the boots of their mistresses.

He wiped his tears and stared through the bars. This was his first morning as a slave. His self pity was abruptly disturbed by the sound of doors opening. Someone turned on the light. He heard the clicking of high heels and a few moments later he saw a pair of female legs in fine dark pantyhose and black high heeled shoes.

He didn’t dare too look up, so he silently stared at the pair of feet, centimeters away from his face.

“You must kiss my shoes every time you see me, slave!” she said arrogantly and emphasized the last word. Slave. Her voice was soft and quiet, yet intolerably arrogant. Slave. Her words echoed in his head as he pushed himself forward, so he could stick his head through the bars.

The moment his lips touched her shoe, he knew he was doomed. His existence from now on will be a constant struggle to avoid pain. The instinct to avoid pain and punishment will drive him to toil relentlessly, to display his utter submission, to abase himself beyond imaginable.

He kissed her shoes with passion. He inhaled the smell of leather, the smell of her perfume, the smell of her feet perspiration. He didn’t know who she was, but he knew full well, what he was. A slave whom she could crush under her feet like an insect.

Katherine watched him as he was kissing her shoes. Usually guards expected slaves to greet them by a short kiss on each of their shoes before they took them out of their kennels. But Katherine loved this ritual and left them abase themselves at her feet for a while.

She felt blissful. He kissed her shoes so passionately she could feel his lips through the leather of her shoes. She observed him as he was displaying his submission and she gently stroke his head with her whip to remind him of the power she had over him.

While she was drinking her morning coffee in the cantina, one of the guards told her that he was once devoted to the female cause and he helped many women move to the Amazonia. One of those women accused him of a crime, probably because he became so annoyingly intrusive.

Katherine smiled. She wouldn’t even speak to the likes of him. She though he was exceptionally ugly. Men like that shouldn’t wander around, no matter what they did. No, being a slave was what this wretch was always meant to be.

“You failed to kiss my feet when I arrived here. Do I have to remind you of your place, slave? Don’t let me repeat myself or I will have you punished” she toyed with him.

She knew he was a fresh meat and she was delighted to be the first woman to see him as a slave.

She never forgot her first contact with a slave. It was a special moment, full of emotions. She decided to give him the same privilege. She prepared the training ground and equipped herself with a large collection of whips. She’ll make sure this slave never forgets his first contact with a mistress.

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One comment on “NEW LIFE – Femdom Story”

  • To be kept on all fours and with a tight collar around your neck and led with a leash. A small male chastity device with a tube up your urethral and sharp teeth inside the tube. Fed an ED supplement keeping me rock hard against the teeth and in pain.I am yours to keep in pain.

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