The choice is simple: submit to my femdom fetish or break beneath my will.

Our first date was disastrous, but I knew from the moment I saw Adam’s completely mediocre body that I wanted it to be my canvas. He was about 5’8’’ of pure American middle-class 40 year old, but to my eyes, he was 200 lbs of raw material. So, Adam tried to maintain a boring and polite conversation while speaking directly to my protruding tits, and I sat envisioning his pale ass spread open before me. It was clear that this middle-aged man was looking for “the one”. He kept blathering about feeling drawn to me and some bullshit about love at first sight, about the beauty of two souls merging into one. Hehehe if only he knew what my femdom fetish had in store!

And now, six months later, Adam is gone. In his place, I have created Eve. My femdom fetish completely transformed him into a sensual little slut, and now he only thinks of my desires. I have stripped him of his will, his dignity, his masculinity, and his pathetic little cock. His last test was participating in femdom phonesex while at work. The poor whore is still in sexual harassment training for that one. But as a “reward” he gets to graduate and tonight is his graduation so I dressed him up to please my guests, Amy, Sarah, and Brandon. Getting ready to dress Eve was a ceremony all on its own. I was wrapping my creation up as a valuable present to share with my friends. I brought Eve up to my master bedroom suite and prepared a warm bath with coconut oil for him.

Then I gave him a reassuring hug and a short adult chat before leaving him to shave everything below his eyelashes, and I went to the bedroom to lay out his accessories.

First, I went over to the special drawer where I keep all of my whore’s plugs and I choose the largest, most uncomfortable plug…a small mercy from his Mistress. Brandon has by far the biggest cock I’ve ever seen and he fucks like a stallion, so allowing Eve the gracious gift of a gently stretched pussy for his presentation was more than he would have hoped for.
Next, I opened my closet and gingerly pulled out a black hanger. I slowly lowered it across my bed and ran my fingers through the material of the precious item it held. These handmade silk stockings were as much a sacrificial lamb tonight as my Eve was. Neither would make it through the ordeal intact. The stockings were black to match the Jimmy Choo stilettos I had donated to the evening, but sorry Jimmy, the stockings turned out to be more valuable.

I stood there envisioning all of the demented performances my slut and I would put on for our guests, all of the toys I would color his pale body with. All of the discomfort and degradation he would suffer for my amusement tonight, and my heart filled with joy. I stroked the stockings one last time before resting them on the bed, I knew Eve was behind me at this point. I could feel the steam from the bathroom escaping into my bedroom, I turned around and slowly smile at my beloved toy before saying…

“Come pet, let’s get you relaxed before your debut.”

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