In the quiet confines of a dimly lit domina studio, I sat on my throne, awaiting the arrival of my next submissive. The door chimed, signaling the entrance of a nervous-looking Dutchman. He stood before me, his eyes fixed onto the floor; undoubtedly nervous and excited by the prospect of experiencing FemDom for the first time. I greeted him with a smirk, taking in his eager demeanor. He'd seen one of my videos online and wanted the same treatment himself.
I rose from my throne, grabbing him by his cock as I led him towards the center of the room. "You're going to love this," I purred, ignoring his gasp of surprise. I knelt down and snapped on a pair of nipple clamps, teasing his sensitive nipples until they turned red. The Dutchman grimaced but remained still under my gaze.
"Now," I said, "open wide."
He complied, his mouth gaping open in anticipation. With one swift movement, I spat into his mouth, filling his mouth with the saliva of his Mistress. As he tried to swallow, I climbed onto his chest, grinding my ass against his face. With a cruel laugh, I sat down hard on his face, feeling the warmth of his skin against my wet sex. "Now," I said, "time for your first taste of real FemDom."
As my ass pressed down on his nose, I felt something else building up within me. It was time to make this truly memorable for him. "Don't move," I ordered, as I shifted and relieved myself onto his face. He grunted in surprise, unable to move as warm piss and thick feces filled his mouth. I watched in satisfaction as he choked and gagged, his eyes watering from the stench of excrement.
His inexperience angered me; he would learn his place quickly. I rose sharply, snapping a whip close to his ears. "Do you know what happens to disobedient slaves?" I growled, eyes blazing with fury. He whimpered softly, shaking his head in submission.
"On your knees," I commanded, "and clean up your mess."
The Dutchman crawled awkwardly towards the mess he'd made on the floor. I watched as he struggled to pick up my shit, every movement a humiliation for him. When he finished, I weighed the turd on my hand and sneered, "Not bad for your first time, huh?" As he trembled in fear, I lit a cigarette and pressed it into his skin, forcing him to taste what remained of his first meal.
"Now," I snarled, "eat what you've just tasted from the floor."
Tears trickled down the Dutchman's cheeks as he began to lick the floor clean. His face was now covered in a mix of my shit and piss from the previous attempt, and I ground my boots into his skin, pressing him deeper into the filth. He cried out, his body twitching and shuddering under my authority. It took a while, but eventually, he cleared away the last of the foul-smelling mess from the floor.
"Well done, slave," I muttered, "Now beg for your reward."
The Dutchman looked up at me, pleading desperately, "May I please... may I please have the honor of being your submissive?"
I smiled cruelly, uncaring of his emotions. "Useless," I spat, watching as his already bloodshot eyes filled with fresh tears. "But I suppose you've earned it."
I bent down and grabbed a clean, warm shirt from a nearby pile, tossing it to him. "Put this on," I commanded, "you're going to need it for the next lesson."
With a final snarl, I dismissed him, already planning his next humiliation. As he stumbled out of the room, I watched until the door shut behind him, smiling to myself. Another willing victim, broken and at my mercy. Tonight would be a good night.
