I’ll just leave you with this.

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Maitresse Madeline, controller of your orgasm

…and she’s not going to fucking let you.

Maitresse Madeline is that unique evil breed of woman who knows just what you want and has the power to dangle it just out of reach.

She is beautiful and feminine with a white flower in her straw colored hair, but that bright smile you see and that musical laughter you hear is all at your expense. You see your pain is her pleasure, and she has all night.

Madeline easily attracts her chastity slaves like some rare carnivorous plant; by simply staying still and being naturally alluring. They start as horny young neighborhood boys she hires to rake her leaves, or confident cocksure frat boys who approach her in clubs or at the supermarket. She has a preternatural ability to sense what men want- and that’s exactly how she lures them deeper and deeper into her world.

Before long these boys are naked on the floor, bound and tethered to a leash, wondering how they let some simple flirting lead to this state. Still, they can’t back out or escape, because fulfillment always seems just one heartbeat away.

Maitresse Madeline derives her sadistic desires from controlling the orgasm of her slaves. You can tell she loves it because she can barely contain her laughter as the desperate slaves’ hearts pound in anticipation. She prolongs the process as long as possible, making the men hover just beneath the threshold until their bound wrists are raw and their minds approach insanity.

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The boys always keep on wanting more, even as she berates them and demeans their manhood. They hold out for the slim chance that their desire will be fulfilled, and that the teasing will result in some kind of release, even if they have to try to sneak it by their mistress.

Check out Maitresse Madeline’s merciless orgasm control movies at FetishMovies.com. Images courtesy of Dark Circus.

Lisa Domina takes revenge

A scant 15 decades ago, the ancestors of Lisa Domina were in chains of servitude to pathetic white masters. Under the unforgiving sun of the Bible Belt they toiled while piggish pale men fanned themselves in the sun and grew fat off their labors. While these men sipped tea and bourbon and flattered each other like fools, growing ever softer and weaker, their black slaves waxed in power. As they toiled for the wealth of others, their bodies grew strong. As their masters clucked their tongues and counted their coins, a song swelled in their hearts.

It is this song that Lisa Domina carries with her to this day. The souls of generations of strong bound slaves lives within her. Like a standard bearer at the head of an army of ghosts, she comes to bring vengeance upon the white men who would have had her as a slave.

Watch as Lisa subjects her sissy hooker Sandy to every indignity, using him as a human toilet, violently penetrating him with a merciless dildo, and beating his fat, doughy ass senseless. Sandy can do nothing but squeal in his vain atonement for the sins of his forefathers.

Sandy pays for generations of noble people laid low with a used tampon forced into his mouth. Lisa Domina dehumanizes him completely by spreading dirt and mud about the floor and forcing the pathetic creature to root through it like an animal.

Lisa Domina is a strong black dominatrix, descended with all the righteousness of an avenging angel to punish the pathetic white men who used to control her people. Check out her studio and witness her sister dominas continue their punishment of white men. They are made to pay a debt that can never be settled. Their torment will never end, and it is supreme justice.

Gaddaffi and his 'Virgin' bodyguards

Often we wear masks to disguise who we really are. In society, we must act a certain way, belie a particular idiom, or hypocritically deny our own fundamental nature. The closeted kinksters out there know what I’m talking about. Sometimes we live among fellows who can never know how we feel. Sometimes we must appear strong, when inside all we want is to be laid low…

Soon-to-be deposed despot Muammar Gaddafi knows what I mean too. Outwardly, he was a brutal dictator who would not balk at hiring armies of foreign mercenaries to gun down his own people. His iron hand ordered military jet aircraft to fire on unarmed civilian protesters. He fancied himself the leader of a pan-African unification movement despite Libya’s meager population of around 6 million people. To the world he was a violent and eccentric dictator though he always strove to appear to be a strong national and continental demagogue.

As the Rebel Alliance liberated Tripoli this week, they made some interesting finds in Gaddafi’s ostentatious palaces. Among them was a glossy laminated scrapbook of photographs of former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. This discovery shed light on a Gaddafi proclivity, and imbued new meaning into strange comments and actions of his from the past. Now a new picture emerges of the tribal warlord’s true self, the one he hid behind the mask of an unrelenting tyrant.

All the pieces are falling into place. To me at least, it’s obvious that Colonel Muammar Gaddafi is a closet sub who wants nothing more than to be dominated by strong women, especially Condoleezza Rice. Consider his platoon of badass sexy female bodyguards. That may have been more than just eye candy. They varied in size, shape, and color but they all had one aspect in common- all of them were tough and stoic. To his subjects and his enemies, the female bodyguards were meant to show his dominance over women, but in his twisted black heart, he really wanted their dominance over him.

Looking back, there was evidence of Gaddafi’s infatuation with Condoleezza Rice. According to a State Department report, Gaddafi gave her over $200,000 worth of gifts, including a locket with a picture of himself, and “Wonder Woman-esque bracelets.” (I’m terribly sorry, loyal readers, but I have been all over the web and I cannot find a picture of these.) In 2007, he told an Al-Jazeera reporter, “I support my darling black African woman, admire and am very proud of the way she leans back and gives orders to the Arab leaders. … Leezza, Leezza, Leezza. … I love her very much. I admire her, and I’m proud of her, because she’s a black woman of African origin.”

The discovery of the scrapbook confirms it to me. Gaddafi was in love with Condoleezza Rice because of her power and authority. His brutal repression of his own people was only a symptom of his hidden duality. It was a cover perhaps, an overcompensation for this own desire to be sexually dominated by a strong woman. How many lives could have been saved if Gaddafi had only found FemDom.com?

Condoleezza Rice pegging Muammar Gaddafi

A scene from Gaddafi's dreams.

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Divine Bitches 2

In the inner sanctum of The Upper Floor, The Order of the Divine Bitches welcomed their newest member Isis Love. In a live ceremony called the Divine High Tea Party, Isis Love earned her new title of ‘Goddess.’

The women of the Divine Bitches devoured three slaves in a humiliating 2 hour live show. They turned the elegant lounge of The Upper Floor into a torture chamber. There were plenty of orgasms for the beautiful ladies of the Bitches. Women like Ashley Fires, Maitresse Madeline, and the exotic Dragonlily all drank their fill of pleasure. The slaves were all left in chastity, denied any pleasure of their own.

Such is the lot of a slave boy in the stables of the Divine Bitches. The best they can hope for in life is to be trotted out in public, dolled-out like the broken, sissy worms they really are, all in the vain hope that they might receive some pleasure from their cruel mistresses. Can there be some succor for them? Some relief from their lives of abject servitude, perhaps in the form of some meager affection from the dominas? This is the perpetual hope of the male servitor. It is the candle light in the darkness of his life that he follows until death.

Isis Love earns her new title and her rightful place in the Order of the Divine Bitches. In the true spirit of the Order, she channels her sadistic desires onto the male slaves of the stable. She is a true elegant queen to be worshiped and adored by the lesser beings she surrounds herself with. Watch the movie to see the machinations of Isis Love and her fellow Goddesses visited upon their human property.



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The Goddesses of the order of the Divine Bitches take their slave-breaking very seriously. Pairs of Dominas in sterile lab coats break-in new slave boys three at a time. It is important to establish a hierarchy immediately. The slow learners need to see how their betters adapt, and receive their rewards. Conversely, the poorest slaves can serve as an example to the others.

Goddess Maitresse Madeline and Madison have an interesting trio of slaves in this film. Preliminary testing shows that they are three very different specimens and are all going to require different treatment as they learn about their new life as sexual automatons to the Divine Bitches. The Goddesses share their pleasure while the desire of the slaves builds. The point of the clinical trials is to test the limits of the slave’s control over his own willpower, and to establish a pecking order among them.

These slaves are no longer men, but machines that will soon exist only for the pleasure of the Goddesses of the Order of the Divine Bitches. Over the next years of their lives, they will loose all sense of their own humanity. This process begins with the Goddesses themselves stripping away any idea of their manhood, their sentience, and even of their very lives. These were men, but they will live out their days as tools; little more than sex toys with a pulse.

Will they ever again see the light of day? Will they ever sire children, own lands or acquire titles? Never. Watch the movie to find out what will be the reward of the most obedient servitor, and what will be the humiliating fate of the least.


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I’ll just leave this here.

The human brain remains a mystery. We don’t even know what motivates us; why we are who we are, what it means. One of the reasons I love the internet is because it allows people with unique tastes to find each other risk-free. They share ideas and find out they are not alone. The rest of us can learn things we never knew we liked, and in some cases, never wanted to know.

This is the first installment in a series on unusual fetishes. I plan to look right into the deepest, darkest, hairiest crevices of human desire and find the lint that none of us knew was there. In a word, I want to study the fetishes for which we have no porn.

I say we have no porn, but obviously, all kinds of porn exist. We should all be familiar with Rule 34. We just don’t have it for one reason or another. Today I would like to talk about one such fetish, which I had the opportunity to learn about only when a FemDom.com reader wrote in and explained his fantasy.

His name is Cubby and he wrote in with this letter. He is a sincere, earnest guy, and he gave his permission to post this letter on the blog. I have only made some format and spelling changes, the wording and emphasis are all his. It gets pretty intense, fair warning, but it represents the pinnacle of male submission to a female.


Cubby Schloss, volunteer cannibal.

Cubby, bravely volunteering to sacrifice his life to fulfill his desires.


Dear Event Coordinator:

If you desire the unique revenue producing venture, I wish to voluntarily donate myself as the Kahlua Long pig for the main entree at the women’s Hawaiian Luau or the Turkey at the Thanksgiving Dinner.

I have had this fetish for many years and it may be a fantasy money making video for the internet or reality. I will sign all legal documents so you know I am aware of what I am getting myself into.

I have attached my picture and will tell you where to find the script on Google so your guests will know what the evening’s “piece de resistance” looks like on the platter for this ultimate gastronomic feast. The spellbound attendees who brought cameras may take pictures to remember this fantastic event before the climactic moment proceeds with the carving ritual.

I am prepared as the Dinner Guest Of Honor. After I am fattened up, inspected, and shaved, I am basted with my own juices, oils, and spices. I am roasted alive on the rotisserie or alive in the oven. This procedure is located near the banquet area so when the guests arrive they will smell the delicious aroma to stimulate their appetites. The carving crew places me onto the sterling silver carving platter and my golden brown skin, cooked to perfection, is garnished with a honey/pineapple glaze and decorated with fruits. No succulent long pig is complete unless the traditional red apple is stuffed in its mouth. The platter is placed onto the cart and the plump entree is wheeled into the banquet area. The guests were handed slips of paper with my body diagram on it divided into dark and light meat. They gave the slips to their waitresses and were brought to the platformed table where the carvers received them. After given my Last Rites of making the ultimate sacrifice for the dining pleasure of the ravenous guests, the carving ceremony would commence where I would be carved to order by the hostesses.

I am meat so cooking is only a formality. This is really the best destiny I may hope for since I will be appreciated by some of the most discerning palates in the country. I may be fattened up to 240-250 pounds so there will be plenty of meat to go around so everyone gets their choice cut. If there are any leftovers, I will be placed in doggy bags for the attendees to take home. It is a privilege to be consumed by your 200 friends and if you sell dinner tickets at $100 each, that is $20,000. My penis and testicles will be auctioned off for dessert. This is an enormous amount of revenue for the evening affair.

I melt when I see bikini clad women in high heels and wish to spend eternity in their warm bellies. The sexiest part of the woman’s anatomy is her navel.

My characteristics are 100% healthy, 185 pounds, 5’10″, blond hair, blue eyes, never married, no children, no drugs, non-drinker, and non-smoker. I received a football scholarship to Michigan State University and earned the Master of Business Administration. My career is as a librarian.

I do not think of this as the end of my life but the completion of it. It is an honor to serve womankind and to promote female supremacy. Thank you for your consideration and I look forward to the favorable reply.


Cubby is a vorarephile. It’s a deep rabbit hole I came to find out. Stay tuned next week when we’ll learn more about vorarephilia and Cubby’s quest for a glorious death.

Maya Sinstress

One of the better ways to die

I was browsing the web today, looking for pictures of chicks with guns (mind your own business,) when I found the Official Site for Mistress Maya Sinstress. It looks like she’s in some movies already, and now, my heart. Here’s her ‘about me,’ from her site:

“I have been Dominant, Bossy & Bitchy all of My life. Naturally, I matured into a Spoiled Princess & Seductress. By nature, I am a TEASE. I laugh at other’s expense. I am all you desire and then some. I am aggressive. I expand all boundaries.

I am creative. I am mysterious. I like a mental challenge. I am complex. I am Independent. I am Feminine. I am Graceful. I am imaginative. I bust balls. I am not afraid of the unknown. I have high expectations. I do not settle for second best, nor do I give second chances.

I recognize My Inner Strength & Power as a Superior Female. I am too much for most boys & men to handle. All others should proceed with EXTREME caution.

I am the High Priestess of Pleasure and Pain”- Miss Maya Sinstress

And some more pictures. The camera loves her:

Mistress Maya

Standard work attire for the machine shop

Mistress Maya

Sweet Holy Jesus

Yes, Mistress

I never knew Satanic tattoos could be so hot

Fighting terror with terror

I think thats a Sig Commando

I find Carmenica Diaz’s writing to be enjoyable and entertaining.

Here is a small excerpt from “Addicted to Sally

The truth was that Clive had enjoyed submissive fantasies all his life and his one session with a professional dominatrix had been a sweet release. His attraction to Sally was first based on her rather stern and arrogant demeanour and he did harbour secret fantasies of submitting to his wife.

‘Liar!’ Sally said perfunctorily and accurately. ‘You like it! That’s disgusting!’

Without another word, Sally left the room and Clive stared miserably after her.

After a moment he looked down at his hard cock forming a small tent in his boxer shorts and looked back at the television.

When he finally plucked up enough nerve to go to bed, Sally was already asleep and he gratefully slipped under the covers, hoping that everything would be forgotten in the morning.

It wasn’t.

Over breakfast, Sally suddenly asked, ‘I don’t understand what you get out of it.’

‘What?’ Clive asked warily.

‘The spanking, grovelling,’ Sally said, stirring her tea, ‘it’s so degrading.’

Do yourself a favor and read the long excerpt at her site and purchase the full eBook for 8 euro: http://www.carmenicadiaz.net/FemDom_Bookshop_Novels.html