Extreme Femdom Humiliation

By Constance Delaware

Three short stories of extreme female domination.

Story one is 'From Free Man to Submissive Sissy Cuck'.
This tells the tale of a man who allows a professional dominatrix to move into his apartment.
Very quickly his body is shaved and he is locked in chastity. She turns him into a sissy, dresses him in panties and then cuckolds and humiliates him.

Story Two is 'Training My Man to Worship Me'.
Told from a female point of view, a dominant wife describes the details of how she controls and humiliates her husband. He is kept in chastity and forced to wear her underwear. In a number of intense scenes she describes how she ties, tortures and humiliates him with butt plugs.

Story three is 'Mistress Kim Saves the Body of an Arrogant Macho Fool'.
Here an angry girlfriend takes total control over her ex, and quickly gets him dressed as a sissy. Soon he is being pegged and cuckolded. The action gets more and more intense as more visitors arrive to enjoy his helpless humiliation.

These stories focus on extreme female domination over male slaves. The scenes contain; Women dominating men. Male chastity. Men tied and chained in bondage. Men teased and tormented. Cuckolding. Forced feminization. Pegging. Sissy maid transformation. Forced Bisexuality. Forced cum-eating. Forced analingus. Humiliation. Spanking and whipping.
For Adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Constance Delaware
• Release date: Mar 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310524547

Constance Delaware

As you will read...I am strict with men!

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Extreme Femdom Humiliation

Sissy Cuckolds Kept in Chastity

Constance Delaware

© Constance Delaware 2015

Warning; this publication is for adults only

These stories focus on extreme female domination over male slaves. The scenes contain; Women dominating men. Male chastity. Men tied and chained in bondage. Men teased and tormented. Cuckolding. Forced feminization. Pegging. Sissy maid transformation. Forced Bisexuality. Forced cum-eating. Forced analingus. Humiliation. Spanking and whipping.

If these will offend you – then please read no further

If these will excite you…then dive in and enjoy yourself!

Yours sexily,

Mistress Constance Delaware, 150715,

Disclaimer;

The writers and contributors of this publication would like to insist that you play safe and follow all BDSM safety guidelines.

All the ‘slaves’ in these stories are submitting to consensual ‘play’ bondage. A safe word is in operation and may be used to end the scene whenever any party wishes.

The stories in this publication are purely fictional and intended for entertainment and stimulation. Please do not copy them.

We take no responsibility for any accidents or mishaps.

Contents

Story 1 – From Free Man to Submissive Cuck

Story 2 – Training My Man to Worship Me

Story 3 – Mistress Kim Saves the Body of an Arrogant Macho Fool

Also by Constance Delaware, Femdom Humiliation and Femdom Ecstasy

From Free Man to Submissive Sissy Cuck

Is this a happy story, or is this a tragedy of frustration? I don’t know. It started well. I was in my mid-thirties, I was earning good money and I was in good shape. I was an attractive ‘man about town’ and the world was at my feet.

I was successful with women, and could pickup attractive ladies in bars with a pretty good success rate. Sex came to me easily; I had lots of flings and affairs, and I even had a load of relationships from the Internet dating sites I used.

But I kept women at arm’s length, and contacted them only when I wanted sex. In some weeks I was having a good time with three or four nice-looking ladies. But strangely, this wasn’t always enough for me, and I also used ‘professional’ girls. I had the money to pay for escorts and I could get these chicks to do pretty much what I wanted.

But I had always had fantasies about domination, and inevitably I started paying a professional dominatrix to tie, tease and control me. This was all great, until I felt myself fall in love.

Her name was Sophia, and she was a young, attractive, intelligent, professional Mistress. She had long glossy, dark hair, sultry dark eyes and an amazing figure. A tiny waist, curvaceous hips and a beautiful high, firm pair of breasts.

She would dress up for me and wear the most amazing outfits; long leather boots and stockings and garter belts, tiny panties or sheer see-through one-piece bodies with a neat choker at her neck and long opera gloves. Sometimes she would wield a whip or riding crop, and I found when she commanded me to kneel and kiss her feet I was transported to another dimension. I wanted to be there, I wanted to serve her and worship her.

Somehow, she knew. Somehow, she could detect that she had immense control over me, and with each visit she took more and more of a liking to my luxury living space.

I was renting a large penthouse on the beach, and it had long glass walls and a big deck with an amazing ocean view. It was better than her place, and one day everything changed when she demanded to move in.

I guess she was having problems with her apartment, I think her rent was going up and she wanted to save some money. She told me that if we lived together I would get free domination whenever I wanted it, and it seemed very attractive. I just couldn’t refuse.

But she made one condition. She demanded that if she was going to live with me I would have to be in chastity. She explained that this would make her feel safe from any unwanted advances and control my fairly rampant porn and masturbation habit.

I was so smitten, and so looking forward to having her around, that I agreed.

She produced a metal chastity cage from her purse and told me to put it on, there and then.

With some slight embarrassment, I did so. And when she passed me the padlock I didn’t ask for a spare key, or query how often I would get any release.

That same evening, she moved in, and when she had unpacked and made herself comfortable, she told me to strip and took me to the bathroom.

I was already excited and my cock was hard in its cage.

She made me stand in the shower and produced a pair of clippers.

I was slightly nervous, but somehow completely under her spell.

She positioned my hands on top of my head and told me to keep them there, and then she looked deep into my eyes and announced that if I moved an inch, or made one word of complaint, that I wouldn’t get released from chastity for three months.

Three months! There was no way I was going to risk that, so I did exactly as I was told. I stood naked in my own bath tub with my hands on my head, and she set to work with the clippers. I heard buzzing and she went to work on my legs, chest and stomach. My hair came off, and she kept working around my underarms and down the back of my legs, until there was very little left but a short stubble on my body.

Next, she produced a cream and covered me with it from head to toe.

I was left standing covered in the thick gunk for ten minutes, and then she switched on the shower. She washed and scrubbed me, and when I looked down every single hair from my body had gone. She had even worked around my crotch and between my ass cheeks. I was as smooth and hairless as an infant.

She made me turn and face the full-length mirror and take a good look at myself.

It was the first time I had seen my body hairless and locked in chastity, and it was definitely humiliating and degrading.

To complete the deal, she produced her phone and took some pictures and a short video clip.

She didn’t need to explain what she was going to do with the footage. I implicitly understood that it was blackmail material that she could use to control me even more.

Learning the rules

‘Now,’ she said, running her fingers across my hairless chest. ‘Now you are my sissy slave and you will do exactly what I say. There are going to be rules. Lots and lots of rules. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Sophia,’ I said obediently.

‘Good,’ she replied, nodding. ‘And now you’re going to stay smooth for me, got it? You’re going to shave and use cream every day. And if I see one hair, or even some stubble, you will get whipped. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, Mistress Sophia,’ I said, slowly realizing that having my Mistress live with me was going to be much more demanding than I thought.

She told me to get out of the shower then made me kneel and kiss her feet.

‘Now repeat your new position,’ she said in an icy tone. ‘Tell me the rules.’

I paused and realized that I had no choice. ‘You are my Mistress.’ I replied quietly. ‘And you are going to keep me in chastity, and I must keep my body hairless and smooth for you.’

‘That’s right sissy boy,’ she said with amusement in her voice. ‘You are my slave boy, and you’re never to call me anything other than Mistress Sophia, or Boss, or Sir. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Mistress,’ I replied.

‘Good,’ she said. ‘And every time you see me; every morning and every evening when I get home. You will get down on the floor and kiss my feet until I tell you to stop. Do you understand slave?’

‘Yes, Mistress Sophia,’ I said.

‘Good. Also, when you are at home, you’re going to wear a metal collar around your neck, and I will only take it off if you beg me to when you need to leave the apartment. If you do not behave, then you will have to go to work with your collar on. Do you understand?’

The idea was terrifying. I hadn’t imagined that she would want so much control! But I realized that I had absolutely no choice. ‘Yes, Mistress Sophia,’ I said quietly.

‘Good. Now stay there while I go and get it,’ she commanded.

She returned with a thick metal collar, and fastened it around my neck with a padlock.

When the lock clicked closed I realized that I was in real trouble. My hairless body and my chastity cage could be hidden by my clothes, but now I needed her permission just to leave my own apartment.

She gave me a sexy, but also slightly sinister, smile ‘That’s a good start slave boy, but I should also let you know that from now on you are also going to work for me, and do the cleaning and laundry. Do you agree?’

What choice did I have? With the metal collar locked around my neck I had to agree to her every demand. ‘Yes, Mistress Sophia,’ I said slowly and quietly.

‘Excellent. Now stand up and lean over the wash basin so I can get a get good view of your ass.’

I did as she commanded. I bent over and stood waiting in that humiliating position (and I’m ashamed to say that I felt blood pumping fast to my cock).

At first, she just looked at my backside, then she stroked it a little. She seemed to enjoy treating me like a piece of meat, and as she caressed me, I realized that I was turned on by being treated as a physical object and I felt my cock try to harden even more in its tight chastity cage.

Smack!

Out of nowhere came the hard slap.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Ouch! It really hurt, but I knew I couldn’t complain.

She started to spank me as hard as she could, and it took all my self-control not to cry out, or try to wriggle from my position.

After twenty or thirty hard slaps, my ass was hot and stinging. It was completely humiliating, but my cock seemed to love it and started to ooze pre-cum out of the end of my chastity device.

‘Now stay there and don’t move an inch,’ she commanded, and left