Nadia had heard of The Dominatrix Order of Femininus since she came of age. Femininus was a city governed by female supremacy in which women ruled over men and kept the men as their slaves. Nadia became aroused whenever she heard stories of the men being whipped, tortured, teased, locked in chastity, and brought to their knees by the Goddesses and Mistresses who controlled them. She would lie in bed at night and touch herself, conjuring up the possibilities, longing to live in that world, and hoping to find a slave she could trust and call her very own. And so Nadia left everything behind and traveled to The Dominatrix Order of Femininus, the city where she would live.
Nadia arrived at the massive stone wall that surrounded The Order of Femininus. She wore a short white summer dress that flowed downward and stopped at the tops of her toned thighs. She was a twenty seven year old burst of desire and youthfulness and sex. She had a supple, petite body with perky breasts; and a firm tight ass that teased and enticed all the way down to the perfect curves of the bottoms of her ass cheeks. She had full, pouty lips and wild long golden brown hair. And her eyes were big and round and hazel and brimming with hope.
Nadia approached the steel doors of the city and she rang the bell. The steel doors creaked and roared as they slowly opened. She saw the heart of the city before her. The city had a quaint simplicity to it, consisting mostly of small buildings and dirt roads. The buildings themselves were aged and were made of grey and red clays. A grand castle made of stone with two tall cylindrical towers stood in the center of it all.
A woman named Isabella greeted Nadia. Isabella's tall frame was commanding yet delicate, accentuated by her shapely breasts and hips. She had exotic, piercing bright green eyes. And her long hair flowed in blonde waves and curls. She possessed a worldly quality about her at her forty two years of age, and yet her skin was still pristine and smooth. She wore a flowing white gown with a low cut deep V neck that revealed a great deal of her voluminous cleavage. And the thigh-high slits on the sides of her gown flashed her curvaceous thighs with each step she took.
Isabella was accompanied by two well-built men. Both men were nude. One of them wore a restrictive, steel chastity cage on his penis. The other did not and when he saw Nadia his cock hardened at the sight of this beautiful new Mistress. Nadia took notice of his state of arousal. Shyness overcame her and she blushed.
"Welcome to Femininus. I am Isabella, Supreme Goddess of The Dominatrix Order of Femininus," Isabella said.
"Hello, I am Nadia. I wrote you over these past few weeks," Nadia said.
"Yes, it is so wonderful to finally meet you. I read your letters and was very moved by them. We always welcome new Mistresses, well- experienced and novices alike. And we want to give a home to all women from these lands," Isabella said.
"Again, I thank you so much for all of this," Nadia said.
"Let me give you the tour," Isabella said, then gestured Nadia to follow her.
Nadia and Isabella were followed by Isabella's two personal slaves. They walked towards two rickshaws. Isabella got into one rickshaw and Nadia into the other. The slave in chastity pulled Isabella's rickshaw and the other slave pulled Nadia's as they headed off. At first Nadia could not take her eyes off of the slave. Beads of sweat trickled down his muscular back as he worked hard for her, pulling her in her rickshaw through the streets of Femininus. And this pleased her greatly.
Then Nadia's attention turned towards the entrancing city that surrounded her. She passed by a Mistress sunbathing in the nude as her male servant toiled in a nearby garden. She passed by slaves tending to the livestock of a small farm. She saw slaves kneeling on the hard ground before their Mistresses and massaging their feet, as the Mistresses sat comfortably in cushioned chairs under the shade of umbrellas. She saw other Mistresses being pulled in rickshaws by their slaves. One Mistress struck the back of her slave with her horsewhip and he immediately picked up his pace and pulled the rickshaw with greater determination. Nadia marveled at the intoxicating city as it flew by her, gazing at all of its wonders through her hopeful, hazel eyes.
Isabella and Nadia arrived at their destination and exited the rickshaws. They approached a slightly elevated stage made of wood. A slave in his late forties lay on the ground at the side of the stage. He was positioned on his stomach. His arms were bound behind his back by wrist cuffs that were connected together. And his ankles were bound together by cuffs as well. The slave had a ball gag in his mouth that was tightly secured by straps that dug into his cheeks and fastened at the back of his head. Nadia noticed he had the number R23 permanently branded on his hip. The slave held a riding crop in his hands.
"Worm, my crop," Isabella said.
Worm squirmed all around, forced to rub his face and his body into the dirt as he rose to his knees. Isabella appeared very pleased as she watched him struggle. At this point Nadia noticed the chastity cage fixed on his cock. She also noticed the strand of drool that ran from his lips down to his chest. The slave could not keep from drooling on himself due to the ball gag in his mouth. Isabella swiftly grabbed the riding crop from him.
"Worm, you look pathetic, covered in dirt and drooling all over yourself," Isabella said.
Isabella struck the slave's ass with her riding crop and he fell back to the ground. The slave whimpered and moaned like a wounded animal.
"Never mind this worm, Nadia. He is quite inconsequential," Isabella said.
Isabella stood poised with the riding crop in her hand. She bent her knee and pointed the tips of her toes to the ground, causing the slit of her dress to open and reveal her smooth, shapely leg. Worm looked upon Isabella with lust while Nadia looked upon Isabella with admiration.
"So Nadia, on your first day you will choose a servant. In the coming weeks you will decide whether or not he is suitable to be your slave. If not, he will be sent back to the basic slave quarters and then you may choose a new servant to apply to be your slave. And of course the longer you live here, the more slaves you may acquire," Isabella said.
"Thank you Isabella. Thank you so very much. I cannot believe this," Nadia said as her eyes lit up.
Over a dozen male slaves were led to the stage. They stood naked except for the thick leather collars around their necks. They did not wear chastity devices and their exposed cocks hung freely. They all had their heads shaved, except for one slave with a full head of golden blonde hair. They all stood to their sides facing the same direction. Nadia looked the slaves over and saw that each one had a different number permanently branded on his hip.
"As you can see Nadia, each slave is assigned a number. This is the title or name if you will that he is given and that he goes by for the rest of his time in slavery. Some of these slaves you see before you were born here in the Order of Femininus. Some of the slaves are outsiders who have come here to live. But I assure you, each of these slaves has completed his slave training," Isabella said as she tapped the end of her riding crop against the first slaves' bare chest.
"We welcome men from all across the lands to come here to serve us; everywhere except for the city of Imperium. We have an agreement with Imperium that we are to never harbor any of their escaped slaves. In fact, I have heard that General Callisto of Imperium is hunting down a slave who recently escaped from there. General Callisto believes that the missing Imperium slave is in hiding here in Femininus. I've even heard that the General thinks that I'm the one responsible; she actually thinks that I am harboring the missing slave. Callisto is a very difficult person to deal with. And she will stop at nothing to find the missing Imperium slave," Isabella said. A look of unease and trepidation filled her eyes as she looked off in the distance. Isabella returned her attention to the slaves standing before her.
"But, we do welcome all other slaves. The strongest, healthiest slaves here in our city are used for purposes of procreation. The weaker slaves are of no use to us in these regards, and therefore are kept in chastity devices. Each slave's cock is locked in a chastity cage which restricts him from getting aroused and also restricts him from having an orgasm. And his Mistress holds onto the key. This is the life that the slaves must live here. Each slaves' duration of chastity is determined by his Mistress. She may let him out of chastity to tease him for her own amusement for as long as she would like, whenever she sees fit. His frequency of orgasms is also determined by her," Isabella said.
Isabella walked in front of the row of slaves with her riding crop resting on her shoulder as she continued speaking.
"His Mistress may tease him as she sees fit, deny him as she sees fit, punish him as she sees fit. And use him for her own pleasure as she sees fit," Isabella said and stopped to face Nadia.
"I should very much like one of these slaves for myself," Nadia said.
"Well then, it is time we choose one for you," Isabella said. Nadia smiled and brushed her hair aside with her fingers, listening intently to Isabella.
"Each slave will present for physical inspection. He will then describe his strengths as a slave, his sexual fetishes, and anything else about him that may be of use to his Mistress," Isabella said.
The slave with the full head of hair stepped forward. He had the number S150 permanently branded on his hip. He stood tall with broad shoulders and a fit, athletic frame. He had sturdy, muscular arms; nice, thick legs; and tight washboard abs that glistened with sweat. And he had the most beautiful golden blonde hair Nadia had ever seen.
"I would very much like to serve you, Mistress," he said.
Isabella suddenly became infuriated and she glared at the slave.
"Slave 150, you do not speak out of turn. Spanking position, now," Isabella ordered.
Slave 150 immediately dropped to his knees and bent over. He put his golden haired head to the ground. Isabella struck his ass swiftly and harshly with her riding crop. His toned, muscular legs tightened. She beat him several more times. He howled along with each blow from her crop. Nadia's heart raced as she watched.
"You will report to my slave quarters, Slave 150" Isabella said. Slave 150 stood up, his face red from exhaustion and embarrassment. Nadia noticed that his delicious, eight inch cock had become completely rigid. The shaft proudly curved upwards leading to the head of his cock, which had turned a light shade of purple.
Isabella turned to her personal slaves. "Keep Slave 150 in my personal dungeon. I want to be the Mistress to further correct him. I have taken a liking to this one. No one else may have him. Now take him away," Isabella said. Slave 150 was rushed away by Isabella's two personal slaves.
