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Stella Fyre is a new Femdom writer whose work I’m busy editing and publishing. The first book has just been published, “The House of Secretsâ€, and an extract from the book follows the description of the story below:
The House of Correction was full of women, man-hating women who had all been abused at some time in their lives. The Mistress offered a service to other women, to punish men (and occasionally women) who thoroughly deserved it.
Nathan, however, was completely innocent. His wife’s belief that he had been unfaithful was based on lies, but his punishment was to be far more intense than the House of Correction usually administered to its prisoners.
But in the back of Nathan’s mind was a secret, vaguely remembered from his childhood. It was a secret that would change not only his life but also the lives of all around him. The House too held secrets, part of the deep mysteries slowly being revealed in Nathan’s mind. The Mistress’ skills with the whip and the flogger would be put to better use than mere punishments, battling with evil far deeper and more powerful than any wickedness of the most brutal of mortal men.
He tried to focus on the reality of the day ahead. Whatever they had lined up for him, he was sure it would be painful. All he could do was endure, but he wondered whether he could stand this constant abuse without losing control of his senses completely. Already there was the temptation to let his mind withdraw, and yet he knew that once he let himself take that route there might be no going back.
He was determined not to let them drive him into madness. Once again he tried to work out why Carman had done this to him. Surely, he had done nothing to warrant this type of punishment. There was no reason for her to throw him out, and certainly no reason for such treatment of him. It was unbelievable that she had not even given him the opportunity to defend himself.
The light came on, and the Mistress was standing in front of him once more. She looked at him and asked, “Do you want to tell me the truth about your affair?â€
“I have not had an affair with anyone, Mistress. I don’t know why you bother to ask. You already made it clear you’re not going to take any notice of anything I say, and nothing I can tell you will stop you beating me. You are only asking me for your own perverted curiosity.â€
“So you still want to keep it a secret? Well, today you will tell me all your secrets, because I will be punishing all the soft parts on your body. Your back is nicely scarred, and there will be many more marks before we’re even halfway finished with you. Your wife will not be disappointed in my work, that’s for sure. Now come on, girls, get to work. Turn him around and let’s get started. Today I want to be able to see his fear and watch his pain.â€
After placing the ball gag in his mouth, they unstrapped his legs and arms. He was lifted off the bench and taken to a low table with two aluminium posts at one end and a wooden block at the other. They threw him down roughly onto the table on his back, his head at the end with the wooden block. He could see that at this end there were extensions to either side of a table so that this end formed the crosspiece of a T shape, and they stretched out his arms to either side and strapped his wrists to these extensions. His legs were lifted up and his ankles strapped to the top of the poles at the other end of the table.
There were also straps at the knees, and then the poles were pulled out wide at the top so that his legs were now spread. His head was resting on the block with a strap pulled tightly across his forehead to keep his head in one position. Another strap was pulled tight over his belly, and attached all the way round underneath the table, holding him firmly in place and making any movement impossible.
The Mistress stood at the bottom of the table, gazing at his naked, restrained body. Her eyes rested on his manhood. He could see her looking at it, and he tried to wriggle in his bonds. Her attention was drawn to the expression on his face and she smiled as she realised what he was thinking. She was tempted to torment him, but for the moment she decided that a little reassurance would be more appropriate. “Don’t worry,†she told him. “I shall not be touching that; at least, not yet. I should, of course, and I probably will. After all, it’s because of that nasty thing that you’re here. If you thought with your brain instead of that pathetic little appendage, then you would never have been in this situation.â€
There was fear in his eyes, and she had never seen the type of fear he was showing. Her clients were often frightened, but their fear was very different. In any case, his manhood was neither pathetic nor little, although she had seen bigger.
She picked up the flogger and came towards him. The flogger swiched through the air and then landed heavily on his chest, then the top part of his arm. Repeatedly it struck him, and the pain rapidly became intense.
“I’ll bet you never thought I would do this to you, slave? Well, let me tell you something about my establishment. I am a sadist. I like inflicting pain on others.â€
The House of Correction was full of women, man-hating women who had all been abused at some time in their lives. The Mistress offered a service to other women, to punish men (and occasionally women) who thoroughly deserved it.
Nathan, however, was completely innocent. His wife’s belief that he had been unfaithful was based on lies, but his punishment was to be far more intense than the House of Correction usually administered to its prisoners.
But in the back of Nathan’s mind was a secret, vaguely remembered from his childhood. It was a secret that would change not only his life but also the lives of all around him. The House too held secrets, part of the deep mysteries slowly being revealed in Nathan’s mind. The Mistress’ skills with the whip and the flogger would be put to better use than mere punishments, battling with evil far deeper and more powerful than any wickedness of the most brutal of mortal men.
He tried to focus on the reality of the day ahead. Whatever they had lined up for him, he was sure it would be painful. All he could do was endure, but he wondered whether he could stand this constant abuse without losing control of his senses completely. Already there was the temptation to let his mind withdraw, and yet he knew that once he let himself take that route there might be no going back.
He was determined not to let them drive him into madness. Once again he tried to work out why Carman had done this to him. Surely, he had done nothing to warrant this type of punishment. There was no reason for her to throw him out, and certainly no reason for such treatment of him. It was unbelievable that she had not even given him the opportunity to defend himself.
The light came on, and the Mistress was standing in front of him once more. She looked at him and asked, “Do you want to tell me the truth about your affair?â€
“I have not had an affair with anyone, Mistress. I don’t know why you bother to ask. You already made it clear you’re not going to take any notice of anything I say, and nothing I can tell you will stop you beating me. You are only asking me for your own perverted curiosity.â€
“So you still want to keep it a secret? Well, today you will tell me all your secrets, because I will be punishing all the soft parts on your body. Your back is nicely scarred, and there will be many more marks before we’re even halfway finished with you. Your wife will not be disappointed in my work, that’s for sure. Now come on, girls, get to work. Turn him around and let’s get started. Today I want to be able to see his fear and watch his pain.â€
After placing the ball gag in his mouth, they unstrapped his legs and arms. He was lifted off the bench and taken to a low table with two aluminium posts at one end and a wooden block at the other. They threw him down roughly onto the table on his back, his head at the end with the wooden block. He could see that at this end there were extensions to either side of a table so that this end formed the crosspiece of a T shape, and they stretched out his arms to either side and strapped his wrists to these extensions. His legs were lifted up and his ankles strapped to the top of the poles at the other end of the table.
There were also straps at the knees, and then the poles were pulled out wide at the top so that his legs were now spread. His head was resting on the block with a strap pulled tightly across his forehead to keep his head in one position. Another strap was pulled tight over his belly, and attached all the way round underneath the table, holding him firmly in place and making any movement impossible.
The Mistress stood at the bottom of the table, gazing at his naked, restrained body. Her eyes rested on his manhood. He could see her looking at it, and he tried to wriggle in his bonds. Her attention was drawn to the expression on his face and she smiled as she realised what he was thinking. She was tempted to torment him, but for the moment she decided that a little reassurance would be more appropriate. “Don’t worry,†she told him. “I shall not be touching that; at least, not yet. I should, of course, and I probably will. After all, it’s because of that nasty thing that you’re here. If you thought with your brain instead of that pathetic little appendage, then you would never have been in this situation.â€
There was fear in his eyes, and she had never seen the type of fear he was showing. Her clients were often frightened, but their fear was very different. In any case, his manhood was neither pathetic nor little, although she had seen bigger.
She picked up the flogger and came towards him. The flogger swiched through the air and then landed heavily on his chest, then the top part of his arm. Repeatedly it struck him, and the pain rapidly became intense.
“I’ll bet you never thought I would do this to you, slave? Well, let me tell you something about my establishment. I am a sadist. I like inflicting pain on others.â€
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