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Assorted Images, mainly Femdom, 


A man sits tied to a tubular chair, it's steel cold against his
bare flesh, but he barely notices the cold of the tubes.  Uppermost
in his mind is the cold of his bare feet, which rest buried by ice
cubes in a small tub.  From his bound ankles a cord runs through a
small hole in the tub and through a pulley to his testicles, and
any attempt to raise his feet pulls cruelly on them.

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A naked man lays on a hard floor, his hands tied behind him,
his ankles bound and raised and a cord running from them to his
penis, to which it is tightly and tautly attached.  A woman strikes
him rapidly and repeatedly across the upper back with a cane.  When
he starts to cry, she kneels by his head and says "You poor dear,
would you like me to try something else ?"   The gagged man nods
his head in relief, only to look up in horror as she lights a blowtorch
and begins moving the flame about near the soles of this feet.  "Is
this better, dear ?", she asks with a broad smile and a wicked gleam
in her eyes, as the heat on his feet makes him try to move them away
from the torch, cruelly pulling on his already stretched cock.

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A naked man hangs by his handcuffed wrists.  He holds his hobbled
hindlimbs off the ground, letting the pressure rest on his wrists
and shoulders for as long as possible, then lowers his feet to
press his toes to the ground, but to raise himself enough to take
the weight off his arms, he must stretch his already painfully
stretched scrotal sac, tightly wrapped in thin cord pulled taut
and tied to an "O" ring on the floor.  When the pain in his balls
becomes too great to bear, he raises his tied legs and hangs by
his aching arms for a while.

The woman has been watching in amusement.  "Decisions, decisions",
she says in a taunting voice. "Do you want to put pressure on your
wrists, and risk not being able to use your hands again, *if* I
ever let you out of here, or stretch your little balls some more,
and risk losing them.  Such hard decisions.  I'll be kind and spare
you the agony of making decisions", she said, and she took the short
chain between his ankles and attached another chain to it, then
pulled his feet well off the floor before yanking his head back
and attaching the new chain to the ring of the leather training
harness locked on his head.  "Isn't that better ?  Now you don't
have to make any decisions.  But you also aren't getting that
delightful genitorture, are you ?  I don't want you to feel
deprived", she said, "but I surely enjoy being depraved", she
added with a smile as she started turning his body as it hung in
it's chains, turning it around and around and twisting and tightening
the cord to his balls, pulling them further and further out as he
groaned and squealed into his gag.  "No more ?  OK", she said, pushing
him in the opposite direction from the one she had been, and watching
him spin back to his original position.  "Wasn't that fun ?  Well, it
was for me.  Let's do it again", she said as she started turning him
about again.  "I wouldn't worry too much about what condition you'll
be in when I let you go, love, cause I'm *never* going to let you go.
Or, maybe I should say", she said as she released him and set him to 
spinning again, "that I'm never going to let you leave."

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The woman jerked her left foot away as the electric prod touched the
bare toes that her high-heeled sandals exposed, the action being
transfered to a spiked paddle that swat her bare ass again, it's
many sharp needles leaving small bleeding punctures, and she screamed,
to the delight of the children.  The little boy touched his cattleprod
to the toes of her right foot, emulating his sister's action, and the
foot jerked away.  The action was involuntary, she knew all too well
the pain that would result, but she couldn't stop moving in reaction
to the touch of the cattleprods, and the action of her right foot's 
movement caused a spiked paddle to swat her bare breasts, adding to 
the already considerable number of small holes in then.

The children's mother watched with amusement as the kids played with
their new toy.  They always broke them so quickly, she thought, but
she enjoyed indulging them.  Besides, she went through a lot of toys
herself, she thought, glancing at the naked man who stood facing the
pole, his hands chained to the top of it, his belt of chain attached
to the pole, and his feet outstretched and fastened to rings in the
platform.  He was looking at the children's play with the busty slut,
and despite himself he was becoming erect.  He was resisting the
desire, as he knew that the upward path of his penis was blocked by
a set of very sharp needles, and if he became fully erect his arousal
would be quickly deflated.  Worse than that, the woman who had captured
him (it had been so easy, but how could he have said no to anything
that such a lovely creature asked ?  Could anyone have resisted such a
demigoddess ?) had shown him the device that would be used to cauterize
the wounds and keep him alive a bit longer.  The crocodile shaped
pincers rested in the brazier where he could see it, the elongated
snout made to fit around a penis of his width (even when cold, having
the various pincers settle around his cock (while she looked for the
right size) was quite unsettling; he could scarcely imagine how horrible
it would feel hot.  But he knew the woman's screams and the bouncing
of her bloodied breasts would eventually overcome his will and turn
his penis into a pincushion.  Glancing at his blonde captor, her long
hair glimmering in the light thrown by the hot coals, he saw her coolly
studying him, and patiently waiting for him to impale himself.  The
children wouldn't break their toy before she broke his resistance,
and there was no need to rush or hurry.

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The man stood spreadeagle, arms and legs chained to rings in the wall
he faced, a wall lightly coated in wet clay through which a sharp
electric current flowed.  He had tried to keep away from it, but the
floggings he'd received had either driven him into if was thud or
made him jump into it with sting, and each time he had screamed and
quickly jumped as far from the wall (a few inches) as his chains
allowed, his captress had laughed.

She'd been out of the dungeon for some time, though he couldn't judge
the passage of time well.  Long enough for him to recover some of his
strength.  Probably long enough for her arm to recover, he thought.
But when she returned, she didn't pick up any of the whips.  She strode
slowly up to him, the sound of her heels on the cold stone floor
echoing off the bare stone walls of the dungeon.  "So much pain. Time
for some pleasure", she whispered in his ear before nippling on it,
and her fingers sought out his nipples and skillfully manipulated them.
Her lips and toungue were very skilled, whether they were gliding over
his face and neck or speaking aloud the images of his dreams or just
making animal sounds of lustful desire, and he despite his fear his
passion, and other things rose, and...his penis touched the clay and
he screamed and spasmed and slumped twitching and whimpering in his
chains, as she laughed again.

"That was easy.  Now that you know what's going to happen, it will be
a little harder... ah, a little more difficult.  But trust me, dear, 
you will arise again, and again, and again, until I get bored with your
screams and whimpers, and that will take a long time, love", she said
as she gently stroked his hair.  "And when I do get bored with you,
I'll raise the current, and bring you up one last time.  And there's
absolutely nothing you can do about it".

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A painful twist (FemDom Story Idea)

I finally get a chance to meet my Mistress.  She's not quite what
I expected, but it wasn't her looks that I was primarily interested
in, so that's OK.  We meet at a hotel and talk for awhile, and she
speaks in depth and detail about matters raised in my messages,
including the most private information.  Then she says she has an
idea she wants to try, and will I go along with it.  I, of course,
am very eager to please my Mistress, and agree.

She leaves, but returns shortly in a nurse's uniform and wheelchair.
She says she want to strap me into the wheel chair and roll me,
in public bondage, down the street to a waiting van.  I'm not much
on public bondage, but she assure's me that this will barely draw
a second look, and she really wants to do it, so I agree.  She straps
me in, and then says, since you're so bashful I'll bandage your face
so no one will recognize you, and begins to do so.  I don't think much
of the idea, but don't wish to contradict my lady, and don't protest.
Soon my head is swathed in bandages, and aside from being unrecognizeable
(as much as people my size can be), I'm also effectively gagged and
blindfolded.

The trip to the van seems, so far as I can tell, to go uneventfully,
but I can't see and my lady has for some reason ceased talking to me.
As we ride along in the van I wonder what can account for this silence.
We stop, and she rolls me into what seems to be a house, and leaves
me alone for what seems like eternity.

Finally, she removes the bandages, and I see that I'm in a very well
supplied dungeon, one set up for very heavy players, which takes me
a bit by surprise, but doesn't worry me, for I know she'll never
harm me.  Then the waist length blonde wig is removed to show a head
of short black hair, and she gives me a scornful smile.  "Hello, fool.
<X> never came back this fall, she quit to stay in the East.  As her
boss, I had to clear out her email, and most interesting email it was.
I decided to keep the account open and use it myself.  At first I just
thought I'd wreck your mind, but then I had this perfectly delightful
idea.  I'd complete the job of seducing you, then have you walk into
my trap.  Now I'm going to torture you till you plead for death, then
I'll torture you some more, then take a break till tomorrow so you can
spend a night thinking about how unbelievably terrible it was, before
I start working on you for real.  That's when I'm "gonna get medieval
on ya".  And then you know what I'm going to do ?  Then I'm going to
kill you, and when they find your body and wallet they'll check your
home, and find all your correspondence with <X>, including the
confirmation that she'd meet you at that hotel, where plenty of people
will remember a woman with such long blonde hair.  And you know what's
really great ?  <X> is in town for the weekend, just like you, sorta.
That's why I told you to come here.  She's have a very discreet
assignation with a woman who will be having a tragic accident on the
way home; bye bye alibi.  When the cops learn she was in town, and you
were in town to meet her, and ended up dying by inches, then read the
correspondence between "you two", she'll be arrested, and there's a
real good chance she'll get death for this.  I'll come east to witness
that; it'll be so much fun to watch that beautiful blonde bitch - oh,
yes, she's quite stunning, what a pity you never got to see her - squirming
on the gurney when the poison begins to take effect".

"Well, time to get started", she says, as she cuts away my clothes and
twists a cord tightly around my scrotum, and uses the cord to pull the
wheelchair further into the dungeon.