The Dominatrix Order Pt. 05 Ch. 01

THE DOMINATRIX ORDER: FEMDOM EROTICA 5

FREE DOMME

BY J.W. SMITH

Nadia had heard of The Dominatrix Order of Imperium since she came of age. At that time, Imperium was viewed as the land of opportunity. Tales of the affluent and powerful Mistresses of Imperium spread throughout the lands. The Mistresses of Imperium ruled over male and female slaves alike. Imperium was at the height of its power and prosperity and it held a reputation as being a land of acceptance and inclusion for people of all nationalities, although its history had been marred some seventy years earlier by the internment of Plinasian- Artemisians during the Great War, in which Imperium citizens of Plinasian ancestry were relocated and incarcerated in internment camps.

Nadia and her brother Nicolae hailed from the war-torn country of Barron. After a great many generations of deplorable living conditions in Barron, there were no Mistresses and slaves, no Supreme Goddesses and submissives; there was only famine, poverty, gangs, lawlessness, and hopelessness.

Nadia and Nicolae shared the type of bond only siblings could. They had both suffered and endured all the same experiences. They knew each other’s lives better than anyone. Nadia had hopes of seeking asylum in the city of Femininus to begin a new life there, but Nicolae was enamored of the stories of Imperium and its grand castles and estates. They finally decided on Imperium as their destination. And so Nadia and Nicolae fled from their homeland of Barron and they snuck across the border to the Dominatrix Order of Imperium, the city where they would live.

Nadia was immediately stripped of all her clothing upon her arrival in Imperium. Her supple, twenty year old body was displayed for all to see. Dozens of male Imperium slaves quickly congregated around her, all of them eager to check out the new female slave that had arrived. The men were all nude, their cocks locked in tight-fitting steel chastity cages. They breathed heavily and urgently as they leered at her short frame, her wild long golden brown hair, her toned legs, her bronzed, tight ass, and her perky, sexy little breasts.

Nadia shrugged her rounded shoulders as she shyly covered her breasts and her bush, placing her forearm over her right breast and extending her hand out to cup her left breast, and using her other hand to cover her bush and pussy from the men’s gaze. Her hazel eyes glinted with lust and her full lips curled into a coy smile as she watched the boys get hard inside their chastity cages. She was soon called away by one of the Imperium generals. Nadia proudly uncovered her body and sashayed away, swaying her hips and her ass, blushing from the embarrassment of being nude in front of so many men, as well as from the thrill of having so many men lust after her.

Nadia was assigned to work at the razorblade workshop. Razorblades and their stainless steel casings were Imperium’s chief export. Nadia had to toil in the outdoor workshop area, in the harsh, sweltering heat. Nadia was assigned the task of fitting and placing each razorblade into its stainless steel case. She had to sit at the end of the line and wait for the razorblade to be passed down to her, at which point she put the razorblade into the case. She then placed the case which contained the razorblade into one of niğde escort the shipping barrels.

Nadia worked alongside a woman in her late eighties by the name of Ariadne. Despite Ariadne’s frailty, she was a spry woman of Plinasian ancestry, heavily wrinkled with white hair that fell to her waist. Nadia spent a full week working next to Ariadne before she overcame her shyness and spoke to her. That would prove to be a significant day in Nadia’s life for many reasons.

“Hello, I am Nadia,” she said, leaning awkwardly towards Ariadne.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Ariadne,” Ariadne said, extending her hand for a sincere handshake.

“So, where do you hail from?” Nadia asked as she placed a case containing one of the razorblades into the shipping barrel that sat next to her.

“I was born here, in the city of Imperium. My parents emigrated here from Plinasia. And you?” Ariadne asked, passing the next razorblade to Nadia.

“My brother and I hail from Barron,” Nadia said as she fit the razorblade into its case.

“From the country of Barron?” Ariadne gasped.

“Have you worked here in this workshop for long?” Nadia asked as she closed the stainless steel case with the razorblade inside.

“When I began my work here, this hair of mine was black and it came down only to my ears,” Ariadne said, chuckling as she gestured to her long white hair.

“Well it certainly is nice to work beside you, Ariadne. And it certainly is nice to be here in the land of opportunity,” Nadia said.

“The land of opportunity, you call it, huh?” Ariadne said, scoffing at Nadia’s comment.

That is when Nadia first saw her. She approached with an intimidating gait despite her short stature and diminutive frame. She wore a black leather overbust corset, tight fitting brown equestrian pants, and knee high black leather boots. Nadia was first drawn to her beady, almost hypnotic eyes. The other slaves working in the line all cast their eyes downward as the woman approached. She was the most feared General in all of the Imperium army. Her name was Callisto.

Nadia noticed how quickly Ariadne fell silent and she followed suit, concentrating on her work, or at least feigning concentration on the rather menial task. General Callisto oversaw the work of the male slaves there onsite. The nude male slaves were tasked with loading the shipping barrels full of razorblades onto a wagon. Once a shipping barrel was filled, the male slave had to weigh the barrel on a large scale. Once the barrel was weighed, he would then place it on one of the wagons, the shipment of razorblades thus prepared to be transported out of Imperium.

One slave in particular caught Nadia’s attention. He had been permanently branded on the outer part of his butt cheek with the number 004 in italics. Slave 004 was twenty years old, the same age as Nadia, and he possessed a shy, boyish quality about him. He was nude and Nadia’s eyes studied every muscle of his tight, lean physique. Her eyes lingered on his thick cock, which was mostly exposed through the rings of the steel chastity cage that it had been locked into. Nadia watched him as he heaved one of the shipping barrels onto the large scale, his glistening muscles of his arms and legs flexing as he toiled in the heat.

General Callisto walked ordu escort down the line of male slaves as they placed their shipping barrels onto the scales. Once General Callisto scrutinized the measurement on the slave’s scale, she then tapped him on the shoulder with her riding crop, at which point he loaded the shipping barrel onto the wagon. If the weight of the slave’s shipping barrel was not to Callisto’s specifications, she would then order the slave to open his barrel. He had to take out any extra razorblades and she would whip him until he got the weight of the shipment just right. Slave 004 trembled in anticipation as Callisto approached him. Her beady eyes studied the reading on the scale.

“Slave, your shipment comes in at one hundred and two pounds. You know that the shipment cannot weigh over one hundred pounds. You want to just give away our goods, huh slave?” Callisto asked, intimidating him with her riding crop in hand.

“Of course not, Mistress,” Slave 004 responded, casting his timid eyes to the ground.

“The shipment should be as close to one hundred pounds as possible without going over. Open this shipping barrel and start emptying out the extra,” Callisto commanded.

Slave 004 removed the lid from the barrel and hurriedly emptied out several of the cases holding the razorblades. Once he had removed six of the cases, Callisto smacked the back of his hand with her riding crop. She then gestured to the scale.

“That is all. You had six units too many. Now, place them on the ground,” Isabella instructed, pointing to the ground with her riding crop.

Slave 004 complied, placing all six of the cases on the ground in front of him.

“Now, you must return the extra units to the workers line. However, you pathetic mongrel, you must crawl on your hands and knees and carry them one by one with your mouth, like the filthy mongrel you are,” Callisto said.

Slave 004 obediently fell to his hands and knees, humiliated by the experience of being called a mongrel. Nadia continued watching, captivated and aroused. Slave 004 picked up the first case with his mouth. He began to crawl forward, and was met with a harsh swat to his ass by Callisto’s riding crop.

“Faster, mongrel,” Callisto roared.

Slave 004 picked up his pace, his knees scuffing against the pebbles and dirt on the ground. Callisto continued beating his ass with her riding crop, even as he placed the first case back on the table at the end of the workers line. He crawled back to the other cases, with Callisto stalking him as she pummeled his tender ass with her crop. He grunted and squealed like a rabid beast, inciting an even worse beating from the cruel General Callisto. He crawled as fast as he could, unable to escape her sadistic swing of her riding crop.

Nadia’s heart pulsed and swelled as she watched him receive his whipping, as she watched him crawl naked on his hands and knees like a filthy mongrel. It was the first time Nadia had watched a Mistress beat a male slave, or the first time she had witnessed any act of sadomasochism for that matter. Each time the crop struck his ass it caused Nadia to flinch. And each time he howled in pain it caused her pussy to ache. The entire act was so vicious and sexy, so wild and unpredictable.

Callisto continued beating the slave as he rize escort crawled back and forth with each case in his mouth, taking them back to the table one by one. Her riding crop soared through the air and struck in quick, violent flashes all over his muscular back, his thick, toned legs, and his fit ass. Slave 004 delivered the final case to the table and then he collapsed on the ground and remained there, a sweaty, exhausted, broken mess. Nadia stared at the raised red welts that covered his body as she sat in her chair. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and bringing them together tightly in hopes of alleviating the ache in her wet pussy. Callisto pointed at Nadia with her riding crop.

“You, there. Help this mongrel clean up,” Callisto ordered.

Nadia leapt to her feet, flustered, uncertain whether to respond with words or not. She placed her delicate hand on Slave 004’s muscular bicep and guided him to his feet. She noticed that he had scuffed up his knees from crawling so much. She helped him to the infirmary, both of them too timorous to say a word.

Once in the infirmary, she had Slave 004 sit down as she went to the medicine cabinet. She saw two different medications that would help. One of the medicines was a topical ointment; the other was a bottle of iodine that would sting and burn when applied. She knew that both medicines would treat him effectively. And although she knew the topical ointment would have caused him no harm, she chose the iodine instead.

Nadia returned to Slave 004’s side with the bottle of iodine and a rag. She loved the way he looked at her, his eyes chancing brief glances at her body, as he attempted to humbly suppress his raging lust for her. Nadia examined his scraped knees.

“I’m going to take care of you now, okay,” Nadia said as she placed the rag over the bottle of iodine and turned the bottle upside, pouring the iodine onto the rag.

“Okay,” Slave 004 said with a slight nodding of his head.

Nadia heedfully applied the iodine soaked rag onto his left knee. Slave 004 instantaneously gasped with all of his lung’s strength and he flinched, pulling away from Nadia.

“Hold still,” Nadia said, turned on from commanding him, and wanting to take it further. “Be a good boy,” she added, taken aback by her own words.

Nadia reapplied the rag to his knee. He winced, and a slight whimper escaped his lips.

“There you go,” Nadia said in a soothing tone.

Nadia knew she only needed to apply the medicine for a brief time. She left it on much longer. The iodine stung and burned. She enjoyed causing him pain, watching him suffer. After awhile he became more relaxed, inciting Nadia to begin rubbing the coarse rag against his scraped knee. Slave 004 grunted loudly, his groans fading into sighs as he endured her sadistic treatment of him. Nadia eyed his thick, bulging, noticeably veined cock as it grew inside his chastity cage. Her breathing became sharp and out of her control from the excitement of watching how he responded to her. She looked into his eyes, absorbing his every reaction.

“You should be thanking me,” Nadia said and then began to torment his other scraped knee with the iodine soaked rag.

“Thank you,” Slave 004 cried out from the burning pain.

She finished treating him and sent him on his way. Nadia experienced a new sensation that day, a new emotion, a new desire. She had enjoyed watching Slave 004 getting whipped and dominated. She had enjoyed inflicting pain upon him with the iodine. And most of all, she had enjoyed his complete adoration of her.