"Twin Mistresses of Abduction" is a new Femdom novel from Dr Jane Foxx, edited and published by Susan Strict, Strict Publishing International.
Here's an extract:
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"Darlings", began Madam Zastra, "let's be open and honest with each other, shall we?"
"Yes?" Piffka asked. Poofka sipped her coffee listening intently, and wondering what was to come.
"Did you both enjoy seeing the intimate show my slave, Albert, and I put on last night?"
When the young ladies delayed answering, Madame Zastra continued, "I know you were both watching and listening, Ladies. I arranged it that way so you both would know, and we could all have a common understanding about FEMDOM activities while you're here!"
"What do you mean, Madame Zastra?" Piffka asked innocently.
"My, how virgin-like and naive you both pretend to be," their mentor smiled. "My compliments! Yet, I know all about your passionate lovemaking with each other, Ladies, and I think it's wonderful you're not inhibited, as so many other young women often are."
Madame Zastra paused as she gazed and smiled at Piffka and Poofka’s wide-eyed faces. "I've been using Albert as my sex slave for over three semesters. He's been a wonderful student in class, and in my home, too! Ha ha!"
Piffka and Poofka were silently engrossed at Madame Zastra's candor, so she continued, "I have the same needs and desires you two do, perhaps even more so. Such sexual desires and longings are not exclusively yours, you know!"
"How often does Albert...?" Piffka tried to ask.
"How often does he tickle my fancy? Suck for me? Is that what you’re trying to say? The answer is - he does it whenever I wish, Darlings. We meet intimately three or four times a week, depending on my mood. He adores me, and I take complete advantage of the circumstances."
Madame Zastra showed her lovely smile to the twins, and reached for their hands across the table. Piffka found her initial nervousness oozing away. Piffka looked at Poofka and smiled, too. Madame Zastra rose to give them each another kiss on the cheek. The twins suddenly felt totally relaxed with the older lady’s charm and easy manner.
"Now, Darlings, tell me, did you enjoy the show last night?"
"It was very exciting," Poofka admitted.
"It was much more than that!" Madame Zastra insisted. "Albert has become a marvelous oral lover for me... and..."
"And, what?" Poofka asked.
“I’m surprised neither of you has asked what I do for him,” Madame Zastra confessed.
“We didn’t think it was any of our business,” the twins agreed.
“I won’t have any secrets from you, Darlings,” Zastra announced, “and it IS your business to know how we females can get males to perform. I do NOTHING for my slave, except use and abuse him for my own pleasure. That’s what true submissives want from us.
“Nothing?” Poofka asked.
“Albert sometimes masturbates after I’m through with him, and I tease him about his silly-looking efforts. That’s all the sex he gets around here.” Zastra smiled.
“That’s all?” The twins asked simultaneously.
“That’s how female domination of males works, Darlings,” Madame Zastra smiled. “They do anything for a lady, just for the promise of her company.”
“Yours was much more than a promise,” Piffka insisted.
“Well, Darlings,” Madame Zastra replied, “that’s how I choose to regularly ‘get my cookies’. To me, nothing’s better than forcing or having a male’s oral assistance in getting myself off.”
“Albert didn’t look like he was exactly being forced to perform,” Piffka commented.
“It took a while to get him to that point, Ladies,” their landlady shared. “He was a slow learner, but once I helped reveal his submissive side to him, he was hooked. Now the poor boy can’t seem to get enough of me. Haha! You see how wonderfully it all works?”
“How did you originally get him to cooperate?” Piffka asked.
“It’s important to understand the male psyche, Ladies,” Madame Zastra confided. “They all admire the female form, and most will do anything to view it, touch it, caress it, and be close to it. All a woman has to do is use her wiles to control male behavior, and she can get any of them to do whatever she wants. Starting tomorrow, in addition to your exercising and training in the gym, I’ll give you some pointers on how I handle Albert.”
“I don’t think I’d want a male putting his mouth on either of us,” Piffka insisted. Poofka agreed.
“That’s fine, Ladies,” Madame Zastra replied, “but you must let males think there is always that possibility. Don’t destroy their illusions. That’s what keeps their cocks hard, and their little minds from thinking clearly. If you control their thoughts, you control their behavior. For over two years, I’ve been letting Albert believe I would let him fuck me someday, and he dreams about it constantly. Isn’t that hilarious? On occasion, if he gets too demanding, I threaten to deny him oral access entirely, or I may treat him to a healthy whipping. That always brings him back into line. Haha! The poor boy can’t live without the juicy taste of me.”
Madame Zastra squeezed suggestively at her voluptuous breasts, then left Piffka and Poofka sitting in the kitchen as she went back toward her bedroom. The young ladies stared silently after her, and then at each other.
"How do you suppose Madame Zastra knows about our lovemaking?” Piffka asked Poofka.
“I think she must be aware of everything going on around here. Therefore, if she can really watch us when we make love, let’s be sure to always put on an enticing show for her,” Poofka replied lustily. “Now, let’s go do our morning exercises, and we’ll talk about this again later.”
It was not often Poofka had much to say to Piffka of vital importance, but when she did speak, her twin listened carefully. On this occasion, Piffka thought her sister was absolutely correct.
That evening, Madame Zastra allowed the twins to join her as she disciplined Albert in the same mini-gymnasium where Piffka and Poofka exercised daily. Since there were no other guests at the boarding house, the four of them had complete privacy, and there was no concern about extraneous noises or untimely interruptions.
Piffka and Poofka watched intently as Madame Zastra explained every step of the disciplinary procedures she would conduct with her young male slave. She spoke to the twins as if Albert was not even present.
“As you can see, Ladies, this small gym also doubles as my private play room/torture chamber,” their landlady explained with a lingering smile. “I know you’ve seen the few pieces of stationary equipment I had installed here some time ago. For instance: under the tarp in the corner is a genuine torture rack, although I haven’t had to use it in some time. I’m thinking of shipping it to my daughter, Margo. She’s a lifestyle dominant mistress who lives in a castle on the edge of Bavaria. I hope you get to meet her sometime.”
Zastra lecturing continued, “I also have a wonderfully adaptable delivery table down here. It’s actually a cart on wheels, so I can move it around, anywhere I choose, even when my male victim is perched aboard it. There’s also an interrogation chair in the corner that’s seen a lot of use over the years. I’ve had dozens of males uncomfortably restrained in that inhospitable device. That chair could tell many tales, if it could talk. Then, of course, behind the heavy drapes, there’s a display on the wall with various hanging whips, crops, and other troubling devices. But Albert, my current slave, has become so nicely obedient most of the time, I haven’t had to resort to any of the heavy-handed tormenting equipment with him. Of course, there’s always that possibility, and he knows it. It’s important to always make the male realize he could be suffering a great deal more at any time. I think it’s important to preserve the taunting vision of copious, unknown punishments in the male mind. It helps to keep them in line.”
Madame Zastra further explained, as she turned her attention toward her slave, “All Albert needs, from time to time, is a good sound thrashing. So, I occasionally string him up here by his wrists and ankles near the center of my playroom to let him get a taste of my unchanging feminine resolve. I do most of his chastisement with my whips. When I’m through, he’s ready again to do anything I wish without question. It’s like recharging his batteries, and mine too.”
After her young, male slave was fully naked, Madame Zastra asked Piffka and Poofka to help secure him in position. Shackles were fastened to his wrists to draw his arms fully upward, while his ankles were secured to rings in the floor.
“You see how easily it’s done, Ladies?” Zastra inquired. “I always get the male high up on his toes. Then I stand slightly to the rear, and give him several healthy shots right on his naked ass.”
Madame Zastra demonstrated her whipping stroke, and afterward she let each of the twins take a turn. Albert winced and moaned his discontent. Piffka was a little surprised at the zinging rush she felt after delivering a few blows to Albert’s quaking ass. She especially enjoyed watching him struggle to endure her personal punishment with his face grossly contorted in pain.
Poofka also was intrigued by the inner sensation of feminine superiority while using the whip. The smiling twins were both exhilarated as Albert’s flesh reddened quickly, and in observing the stimulating effect their punishing efforts had on him.
“That’s almost better than slapping his silly face,” Piffka told Poofka as she showed her twin a radiant smile.
After a few more minutes, Madame Zastra signaled the twins to cease their whipping while she lowered her slave to his knees to admonish him. Albert was quaking with pain.
“Poor baby,” Madame Zastra began, “you wouldn’t have to suffer so, if you’d only remember your place. I don’t expect to have to remind you again for at least a week. Am I correct?”
Albert murmured a soft, respectful sound of capitulation, while the landlady stepped forward to grip her slave by the hair.
“Are you sure, Slave?” Zastra heatedly asked him, while gazing closely into his eyes. “I can always string you up for another round of whipping, if you think you need it to be totally convinced.”
TWIN MISTRESSES OF ABDUCTION
