THE CABINET – Femdom Story

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by Tau_90

femdom story the cabinet
Illustration by: ElenaDarkBerry

Liesel moaned with pleasure as one of prisoner slaves diligently massaged her pantyhose-clad feet. She just returned from one of her regular patrols and she decided to spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the cabinet.

After she brought her riding slave back to the stables and gave the instruction to punish him with 50 lashes for his perceived lack of effort in carrying her around the streets of the capital, she took the keys and descended down the stairs into the dungeons deep beneath the police station. She turned on the lights and walked down the corridor. She was greeted by the familiar sounds of prisoners crying and begging for mercy, a sound, which always made her smile.

She ignored their pathetic pleas and climbed down into the punishment block, where women kept undesired prisoners locked away in tiny cages, painful pillories and dark oubliettes. When she required service from the prisoners, she always chose one of those unfortunates. It amused her to see how eager they were to serve her, how grateful for the rare opportunity to leave their dark habitat, even if only for an hour or two.

In the dim light she saw the hand of a prisoner protruding from a small hatch in the doors of his cell. He was desperately trying to reach the plate with a few slices of mouldy bread, placed cruelly a few centimetres out of his reach. She arrogantly walked down the corridor and stomped on his hand, crushing his fingers beneath her heavy riding boot. She heard a scream of pain and the hand disappeared into the hatch as soon as she raised her foot.

She stopped in front of a small iron door at the end of the corridor. It led to a tiny light-less cell, approximately the size of a dog kennel. She turned the key and opened them. “Out dog” she barked into the darkness and a starved pale creature immediately crawled out into the open.

Apart from the leather prison shorts, a collar and a black leather mask he was completely naked and was shivering. Without a word he prostrated himself before her and hastily began kissing her muddy riding boots. “Enough” she barked again, grabbed his collar and attached the leash.

She walked back towards the stairs. A plate was still in the middle of the corridor and a weeping could be heard from inside the cell. Liesel kicked the smallest slice from the plate, spitted on it and crushed it under her boot. “Here wretch, I made you a desert” she said in a mock sympathy. The prisoners mouth immediately appeared at the hatch.

She stretched her leg towards the opening and the prisoner eagerly licked the remains of the bread from the sole of her boot. “That should keep you alive for a few days”, Liesel smirked at him.

She repeated the procedure a couple of times, stomping the disgusting piece of bread and offering her boot sole to the prisoner. After he licked the last crumbs of bread from her boot, she kicked him in the face and slammed the hatch, leaving him in darkness. She pulled the leash and climbed back upstairs, with the chosen prisoner crawling behind her like a dog.

When they came back to the cabinet, she ordered him to take off her boots and help her undress. He diligently pulled off her heavy leather boots and unbuttoned her riding pants. She stood still as he pulled down her pants and unbuttoned her white blouse and bra.

She noticed he quickly glanced at her firm breasts, before quickly turning his eyes back to the ground. She enjoyed teasing him. Even though he was starved, beaten and oppressed, the presence of a beautiful young woman still made him aroused. He yearned to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin, the smell of her golden hair.

But he knew full well the horrible punishments that awaited him if he touched her without her permission. As he removed her jodhpurs, blouse and bra and carefully placed them on the couch, he crawled back to her and prostrated himself at her feet.

“Are you stupid?” she mocked him. “I ordered you to help me undress. I’m still wearing my panties. Will you manage to remove them for me or should I throw you into the pit and find myself a better slave?”

“Forgive me, Mistress. At once, Mistress” the prisoner replied.

He carefully touched the fabric of her silk panties and slowly pulled them down, careful not to look at the forbidden temple of her womanhood. It was unthinkable for a subhuman to have any kind of sexual contact with a woman, so his fear grew stronger.

After he removed the tiny piece of fabric, he carefully placed it on the couch together with the rest of her clothes and humbly crawled back to his mistress with his head bowed to the ground.

Liesel loved to tease him. She felt confident in her nakedness and enjoyed the though that her beauty causes him suffering. She gently raised her right leg and ran her foot down his kowtowing body, stopping at the back of his head and gently pressing it to the ground.

“Take my uniform to the laundry slaves and put my riding boots in front of a footslave hatch over there! If I find a single speck of dirt on my boots by the time I come back from the shower I will have the footslave thrown into the sewers and you’ll take his place!”

Liesel took a long shower and washed away the last traits of sweat and dust from a long working day. She smiled at the thought that the slave she was riding during the day probably didn’t receive such a treatment. She felt tired, even though she sat quite comfortably on his shoulders.

He on the other hand, suffered immensely, carrying her on his shoulders for hours under the strict regime of her whip and spurs. And for all that struggle, she still had him punished. Sweet feminine cruelty, which always made her aroused.

She dried her body and left the shower. The slave was already waiting her in the cabinet, offering her a clean uniform. She ordered him to dress her and he helped her slip in her regular indoor uniform: white blouse, blue skirt, pantyhose and high heels.

“Now, let’s see about that promise I made” she said sarcastically. “Bring my boots back!”

He quickly crawled to the footslave hatch and picked up the pair of riding boots. The footslave managed to lick clean the front part of the boots, but he couldn’t clean the heels even though he desperately tried to reach them with his tongue.

“Just as I thought!” Lisel smirked when he presented her with her boots. “Cockroach can’t even clean the boots properly. Now, there’s no point in having a footslave if it can’t clean your footwear. I guess hand scrubbing the sewers might be a more appropriate task for that insect!”

She sat back into the armchair and offered her pantyhosed legs to the kneeling prisoner. He took them in his arms and began to massage her soles.

“I congratulate you on your promotion, dog” she said in a seductively mocking voice. “It’s really your lucky day. You could rot in that tiny cage, but from now on, you’ll be our personal footslave. You’ll serve me and three other girls. You will be kept immobilised of course, but a footslave doesn’t need much movement anyway. The job is simple.

You lick everything we put before your mouth. If we are not satisfied, you receive pain. Lots of pain. Simple rules for a simple creature. We still have a few hours, I expect a fine foot massage from you. Tomorrow you will begin your new existence as a living shoeshine tool.”

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