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Erotic Femdom Fantasy: Exerpts from Circe Resort, By pupslave Part 2

Hello, Horny Readers!  Now that the blues over the state of our country and this world has dissipated somewhat, I am ready to bring you more from pupslave’s delicious femdom fantasy at Circe Resort!  Yes, it’s only femdom fantasy, but I dearly wish such a place actually existed, and I’ll bet that once you read both parts, you will agree! 

Enjoy!

femdom fantasyAs the Lady Athena threw her opponent to the ground, a slight older Mistress clipped another two clothespins to my balls and squeezed my ass. I winced and offered my thanks in a strained voice that made Her laugh and slap my sissy ass a little harder. For most of the show, I’d only had the nipple clamps to deal with, but now that it was winding down many of the Guests were giving attention to the servers. As I strode to the back corner for more drinks–my steps slow and cautious to accommodate the high heels into which I had been locked–the Lady Athena put Her heel to the male gladiator’s throat and began Her monologue on Her own triumph and his subjugation, and I stared jealously at the pleasure slaves giving foot and body worship to Guests.

“You lost the moment you entered the ring, boy,” said Athena. “That meat between your legs is a chain, and it would always have dragged you to your knees. I hope you can handle that pressure on your neck, because it’s a very tight collar you’ll be wearing.”
(Okay, come on now.  Is that not a hot piece of wisdom?  “The meat between your legs is a chain, and it would always have dragged you to your knees.”  That is femdom fantasy poetry right there, don’t you agree?)
I winced a little as the drinks were added to my tray and the weight tugged on my clamps. But they didn’t tug nearly as hard as the laugh I heard from two tables away. It pulled my gaze over, and I swooned a little as I saw the same cunning smile framed with the same midnight black hair laced with deep, aquatic blue. The young Mistress was staring straight at me like a cat watching a particularly naive mouse.
“First you’ll beg for your freedom. Then you’ll beg for My attention. In a month, you’ll grovel for My spit and lie awake yearning for My ass. You may think now that this is a bad dream, but the truth is that you are now beginning to wake up. Your ego was a sad, little dream. Your true life is beneath My feet.”
I should have made a tour of the ballroom until the all the drinks had been served again, but when the young femdom fantasyMistress twitched Her index finger in a come hither gesture it was as if there was a string binding my caged cock to that wicked nail. As I approached, She laid that finger on my tray and pressed down, slowly increasing the pressure until She heard me whimper.
“How much do you want to know My name, slut?” She asked. “How much do you want Me to make you scream, little whore?”
“Struggle all you like, boy,” said Athena. “I will still be up here, towering above you. Rise up again, and it will be My divine pleasure to knock you down again. Your wits dissolve beneath My gaze. Your strength withers before My feet. Your rebellious spirit shrivels at the sound of My voice.”
“I crave it more than air or water, Mistress,” I said. “This lowly whore asks for Your name, so it can address You properly. This slave yearns to be Your toy, to be tormented for Your amusement and used at Your leisure.”
Without warning, the Mistress grabbed a handful of clothespins and yanked them from my balls with a delightfully sinister grin. I yelped, trembled at the pain, and lowered myself a few inches. (Oh My GOD does that make Me want to finger bang My pussy!)  She simply watched the drinks, two of which toppled over and spilled onto the floor. The rest remained upright.
“I guess you might be worth it,” She said. “You may call me Princess Elizabeth, and now I’d like you to go ask permission to drop your server work early. I’d like to continue this in the next room over.”

A femdom fantasy within a femdom fantasy!

 A minute later I was kneeling before a luxurious sofa, my eyes darting between Princess Elizabeth and the electric wands She and Her giggling friends were holding. They had made liberal use of the devices on the walk over here, and there were plenty of other instruments laid out on a nearby oak table.
“Please let this slut taste Your whip, Princess,” I said. My voice was desperate and held hints of a physical yearning, like a man in the desert asking for water. “I want to scream and sing for You. I think of my ass turned red by Your will and it makes my malformed clitty drip. This slave would do anything to be fucked and beaten senseless by You.”
Princess Elizabeth looked me up and down.
“Is that really what you want, whore?” She asked.
“Yes, Princess.”
“Good,” She said. The Princess lifted Her leather skirt and pulled down Her panties. “Crawl over here and worship My pussy. I’d have hated to give it to you if you hadn’t asked for something else.”
My joy was covered over by a solemn reverence as I approached that place of which I knew I was totally unworthy. The Princess’s pussy was already wet as I tentatively began to circle it with my tongue.
“Don’t worry, bitch,” said Princess Elizabeth. “I fully intend to beat you senseless and fuck your sorry ass until you can’t walk straight. We all do. But for the moment, I want to use that little tongue.”
One hand grabbed my head and shoved me in deeper. It seemed that the show and the talk of using my slutty ass had been all the warm-up necessary.
“I’ll make you scream for mercy, and then send you back to your duties. We’ll pass you around and toss you back out over and over. We’ll cut into your time to rest. We’ll find every mental and physiological limit and make you beg us to push you past them. We’ll make you sting and ache and feel every other kind of pain there is.”
(Woo!  Who besides Me wants to be invited to this femdom fantasy party?)
The soft, wet flesh of Her pussy was better than anything I could have hoped to experience. Part of me wanted to shout and giggle like a lunatic, but I did my best to follow my training.
“We’ll use you up until you’re a delirious little whore. Every inch of you will feel the strain of total submission. And when I ask you to choose between a bit of rest and one more round down at My feet, you’ll beg for the chance to serve some more.”femdom fantasy
I felt Her other hand come down on my shoulder. I felt Her nails dig into me. I felt Her pussy tremble at the power of Her own words and the use to which She was putting me. I felt myself fitted perfectly into the place of a submissive whore. I felt my place as servant of the Circe Resort.
The other Mistresses laughed. My caged cock ached for freedom, even if freedom meant only a teasing and a beating. Princess Elizabeth’s breath quivered with pleasure. It was going to be a long night. If She meant what She said, it was going to be a long week. I looked forward to it.
Readers, I’m sorry to tell you that this is all of pupslave’s femdom fantasy I’ve received.  I say that because if you’re like Me, you could have gone on reading forever!  Hopefully, also like Me, what pupslave has shared with us has inspired femdom fantasies of your own!

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