Opening to "30 Years of Female Domination”, a captivating account of three decades committed to slave-hood.
I turned 30 years old this past March. On the day before My birthday I granted slave p a session. he took good notice of My gifts list. I love to collect vintage erotica, especially FemDom erotica. Some of the gifts he brought were just that. First editions of vintage FemDom magazines. Nothing delights Me more than having a slave hand over his prized wanking material. Especially when it’s vintage! It was a fine selection, but L/let’s face it, any dimwit can go look at My gifts page, send Me some gift vouchers and hand over their 1980’s prized erotica. It's sincerity and lack of topping from the bottom that separate the wheat from the chaff. Fortunately, slave p believes in Female Supremacy. he let go entirely during O/our session, trusting in My divinity as I set out to further cleanse his male existence.
30 Years of Purification
Sure, slave p had a sense of purity and innocence about him. But that’s only due to the Dominatrices before Me for the time and energy spent berating, humiliating, and training this a dumb boot licker. Thus, it was even more possible that his male existence could continue The Purification Process continued by Me. All male creatures should spend their lives undergoing The Purification Process.
Relentless trails of My spit graced the floor. When slave p was lucky spit would land near My boots. I’d allow him the privilege of cleaning them. This combination of My spit mixed with his was almost a form of a kiss. What a Goddess send! But a truer kiss came when I slathered his body in insults too often thrown at Women. “Eat it you bitch!” Chew, chew, swallow went the red lipstick...
Thereafter came 30 more strokes of the cane, one for each year of My personal existence.
With each stroke of the cane, slave p went deep into his psyche, uttering damages men do to the world. When he couldn't think of one, the strokes got harsher, when he could think of one, the strokes got harsher! A perfect FemDom catch-22. Thereafter, came 30 more strokes of the cane, one for each year of My personal existence. “I’m sorry Princess Pomf, I’m sorry Mistress Pomf, I’m sorry Goddess Pomf. Thank you Princess Pomf, Thank you Mistress Pomf, Thank you Goddess Pomf.” slave p apologized for every fault a man has done to Me and thanked The Pomf Trinity for Its law and order.
“Tell Me all the ways toxic masculinity has affected your life as a man.”
After this very personal experience, I caged slave p and made him repeat the definition of toxic masculinity over and over. “Tell Me all the ways toxic masculinity has affected your life as a man.” W/we got somewhere. Deeper into catharsis. I released him from the cage and let loose a gracious golden shower. I permitted him to lie in a puddle of My warmth, like a gift from above. “Alright. Now get in the shower and when you come out you better be crawling like a fucking infant.” And there it was… a 53 year old man crawling like an infant. Absolutely ridiculous! It wasn’t cute but it was necessary.
The experience climaxed into total power exchange where the yin yang of subspace and Dom space balanced harmoniously.
“Let him experience these next moments of pure humility” I thought. Then I sissified him into My adult baby girl. I transferred My energy from Bitch to Mummy and allowed slave p to meet My nurturing side. The experience climaxed into total power exchange where the yin yang of subspace and Dom space balanced harmoniously. From male-born idiot to serene and pure adult baby girl, the catharsis of the session was fulfilled. I fed My adult baby girl her bottle as I watched her float in subspace. Watching My submissives float in subspace is one of the most heartful experiences. Carving out this space is Magic. When I felt the time was right I let the Magic fade and had slave p return to manhood. What a pity...
slave p knows the only reason he’s capable of being a worthwhile human being. Women have graced him with their mere presence. Therefore, I present to you slave p’s “30 Years of Female Domination”, a captivating account of his three decades committed to slave-hood.