The Uniformed Torturess: Femdom Fiction
Eva von Hessen was a beautiful sadist. She had long blonde hair, a superb figure and a captivating smile – only seen however by the men she tormented, and there were many of these. She claimed she could break any man she wanted – it was only a matter of time. Her job as an interrogator was what she had always dreamed of. But she would sometimes forget the purpose of her job and get carried away by her own intense desires. Her beauty alone would have a man gasping with desire for her but she had this other quality – supreme cruelty coupled with ingenuity. To break a man she would torture him, prolonging the pain for as long as possible. She didn’t want just to crush his spirit by the torture and to make him fear her – that would have been easy. She of course loved punishing her victims but she also wanted them to love and worship her. She wanted to enslave them completely and to have them begging for more punishment.
This afternoon Eva was dressed in her habitual uniform: a clean white shirt with an armband tightly tucked into equally skin-tight black breeches over which she wore shiny black riding boots with high heels. A wide black leather belt cinched her narrow waist, accentuating her superb figure. She carried a black riding whip. She loved this outfit. A new man had been brought in to her today. She knew he possessed no particular secret information for her to extract but that didn’t matter. She would break him anyway and that was what she enjoyed. She was positively drooling at the prospect. Her female guards had already prepared him for her in the corporal punishment room. He was aready strapped to a St Andrews cross, legs and arms wide apart and with his back towards her. She was going to administer a severe whipping.
She began with six strokes across his bare buttocks with her riding whip. This was not so much designed to maximise his pain but to get her eye in first. After these six she really lashed into him severely with all her force. She took pride in the accuracy with which she could lay the strokes evenly and soon red welts were forming a grid pattern on his buttocks. The man screemed in pain which seemed to spur her on to whip him with greater and greater ferocity. Eva had tremendous stamina – the result of months of practice. With the energy she put into the strokes she was now sweating but salivating with pleasure at the same time. She knew she was breaking this man who was no longer screeming but begging for mercy. After 80 strokes she stopped, content with her work for the time being. She knew she was going to try something less energetic with him that evening. She therefore summoned her guards who unstrapped him from the cross and cleaned him up – his buttocks now lacerated with 80 stripes from that cruel whip.
Meanwhile, Eva retired to her rooms, had a hot bath, then slipped into a velvet dressing gown and went into her private dining room for dinner served by two men wearing only black leather g-strings. These were men she had broken long ago who loved and worshipped her. She finished dinner quickly as she could hardly wait for her evening’s enjoyment. This afternoon it had been the whipping. – this evening it was going to more fun. She was going to torture the new victim who, if her female guards were doing their duty properly, was, at this very moment, being prepared in the torture chamber for her attention. She changed into an exceptionally brief black leather bikini, put on, once again, her favourite riding boots, poured herself a glass of champagne and sauntered down to the torture chamber.
Her guards, Helga and Lisa, knew exactly what they must do with the victim. They knew just how Eva liked her men to be prepared. They had therefore bound his hands and feet to a vaulting horse but, instead of his buttocks, it was his genitals which were now uppermost. He was spreadeagled face upwards and a cushion wedged under the small of his back thrust his pelvis upwards. Two leather straps round his upper thighs and secured back down to his wrists – themselves tightly bound to the table legs – pulled his legs apart. Eva liked her men to be strapped tightly and would punish her guards afterwards if any of the straps were not tight enough. They therefore pulled as tight as they possibly could and managed to get the buckles into a tighter notch they had ever achieved before. Eva would be pleased. His genitals had to be treated with special severity. Eva always wanted them to be treated as three separate items. A small leather harness with adjustable straps encircled the shaft of his cock while two further straps separated the balls and yet another strap encircled the head of the penis. These were fastened very tightly – no point in risking Eva’s displeasure.
By the time Helga and Lisa had finished the victim was taut and ready – his cock looking as if it were almost at exploding point, so tight was the harness. An expression of indescribable fear was written on his face. At this point they heard the sound of Eva’s riding boots as she came down the stone staircase and entered the torture chamber. She carried her glass of champagne in one hand and her riding whip in the other. She may not need to use the whip this evening – she had other pleasures in mind – but she always felt better carrying it. Her leather bikini was the skimpiest and most provocative the man had ever seen. With her long blond hair this woman was truly beautiful. His cock began to swell.
Eva surveyed the spreadeagled man. Helga and Lisa watched with pride as Eva walked round the man checking the tightness of his bonds – first the thigh, leg and wrist straps, then the penis harness. The two guards looked at each other with satisfaction. The man was bound tighter than they could have hoped and they waited for Eva’s congratulations. Eva took her time over the inspection.
Suddenly, a look of fury came over her face. She thwacked her riding whip on the side of her boot and demanded. “Tighten him up – another notch all round”. Helga and Lisa looked at each other in disbelief. This was impossible. But Eva commanded obedience and the guards started to struggle with the straps, eventually and with great effort pulling them in to another notch. They then turned their efforts to the penis harness. “Wait”, Eva commanded. With relief, Helga and Lisa stood back. The penis was so swollen that another notch would be impossible.
The Eva, pointing to the penis harness with her whip, shouted “Two notches”. Eva could see the look of excruciating pain in the man’s eyes but could also detect a look of love and veneration for her. She knew he was now truly enslaved by her beauty.
Yes, she was going to enjoy herself this evening – she would prolong the pain and the pleasure all through the night…
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