Opium Archive – The Useless Subordinate

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The doorbell rang at exactly half past eight. This was the second time I would be seeing him this week and he knew exactly what to do to get on my good side. Last time I greeted him at the door wearing a Seifuku, a traditional Japanese school girl uniform. 

Today I was clad in black leather thigh boots with sharp stiletto heels, a leather pencil skirt, my navy satin pussy bow shirt and my silver rimmed glasses. I opened the door with a stern look on my face. 

“You are late, you useless piece of shit.” I greeted him. 

We had previously discussed his desires and fetishes and I knew the kind of fantasy he needed. 

His eyes darted away from my gaze, and towards the ground.

“How long have you worked for me loser, and still you wear your dirty sneakers and grimy old Hawaiian shirt to work. Do you have no respect for yourself, no sense of professionalism or responsibility for your job?”

“I am sorry Miss.”

“I am not your Miss, I am your Boss and you will address me as such.”

“Yes Boss, I am sorry for being late and inappropriately dressed.” He stammered.

“Follow me.”

He followed behind as we walked up the stairs into my dungeon. I sat down onto the leather chair. 

“Take off your disgraceful unprofessional attire and hand me this months wage.”

He quickly removed his clothes and threw it in a corner and started rummaging in his backpack for the envelop of money I had instructed him to bring.

“Is this what your mother taught you? Did she teach you to throw your clothes in a corner you incompetent sniveling piece of garbage. Pick it up and fold it properly! Can you please do one thing right?”

He looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and started breathing heavily, stammering, “Yes Boss. Sorry Bossy. I will try harder Boss.”

I could see his hard cock twitch every time he uttered Boss. 

“Trying isn’t good enough. I want results. If you keep trying and trying but you fail every single time, then what is the point. I don’t care how hard you have to work your pointless existence, I only care if you can do it right.”

“Yes Boss.” 

It was only the first 15 minutes of our session and his cock was already getting all dribbly with precum. 

“Look at that horny cock of yours, it’s a dribbly mess. If you were wearing any trousers, that precum would have seeped right through your pants onto the front of your miserable trousers. For goodness sake, have some self control.”

“Sorry Boss. I can’t help it. When I see you looking so sternly at me I get nervous and aroused.”

“That is not an excuse. I know what you have been doing multiple times a day during work hours.”


“I know you have been watching porn on the internet and jerking off in the bathroom up to 7 times a day. You horny pathetic incompetent bastard. I will have to punish you for that, to teach you some self control.”

“Yes Boss. I deserve to be punished Boss.”

“Ha! Utterly pathetic, you have nothing to say for yourself? No words of defense, no excuses for your inappropriate unprofessional behaviour?”

“No Boss, I am a sorry excuse for a man, I keep trying and trying…” He utters as his eyes begin to glaze with tears.

“…and I’m still an incompetent excuse.” He finishes.

“And be taught you shall! I see you staring at me, gooning over my pencil skirts, elegant curves and sharp pointy heels. Your eyes light up every time you hear my heels clack on the floor as I approach to reprimand you for your incompetence. I know you secretly dream of fucking me.”

He hangs his head in shame.

“In fact it is not a secret, the whole office can hear you in the mens room jerking off, moaning about fucking my pussy.” I jeered.

His cock got even more excited as I exposed him of his indiscretions. He couldn’t help but reach towards his pathetic dick and began mindlessly stroking.

I kicked his hand aside with my sharp black stiletto heel and leaned in towards him. I could smell the scent of his cheap cologne fighting a losing battle with his nervous sweat. 

“You are so utterly delusional if you think that your pathetic existence would ever even come close to being near my pussy, let alone fuck me.” I whispered into his ears. 

He shivered at the sound of my voice. I turned him around, charlie horsed him and had him on his knees. 

“Instead, I’m going to fuck you with a shiny red cock to punish you and humiliate you for your disgusting violating fantasies. Unprofessional incompetent losers are only holes to be used and abused by me. Do you understand?”

I unzipped my leather pencil skirt to reveal black shiny latex hotpants and a sliver of tantalizing naked skin just before the edge of my shiny leather boots.

He was stunned at the sight of the reveal. His eyes widened with pleasure.

I quickly strapped on my leather harness and red cock and pushed him onto all fours.

“You are such a loser, look at you all naked on your hands and knees like an animal. I don’t want you to squirm away you spineless piece of shit so I’m going to strap you down onto this bondage bed before I fuck your little hole raw.”

“Miss… no… I am afraid… Miss please…” He whined as his cock continued to twitch and leak precum.

“My goodness, your leaky cock is spilling your disgusting filth all over the floor. Silence your whining! Losers need to be taught a lesson. Be grateful that you are being retrained rather than being fired.”

“Thank you Miss..” He whined.

“What did I say about Miss. I am your Boss!”

“Sorry Boss!”

Before he could finish his apology, I thrusted my generously lubricated cock deep into his well trained asshole. 

“Uhnnnn…” he grunted in pleasure.

I grabbed him by his waist and started to fuck him doggy style. Thrusting slowly in and out grinding my hips in a wave motion so I could stimulate all the sensitive nerves in his anal canal. 

He moaned and whined.

“You disgust me loser. This will teach you not to jerk off at work. You will not to make your lewd thoughts and sounds public domain for all of your coworkers to ridicule. This will teach you not to have the gall to ever fantasize about fucking me you dirty disgusting piece of pathetic filth.”

“Yes Boss, teach me!!” He moaned and heaved.

I started thrusting faster and harder as his grunts and moans got more and more intense. Every couple of minutes I would slap his pasty white bottom like an animal and laugh at the hilarity of his pathetic existence. 

The whole room was filled with a cacophony of grunts, moans and sounds of ecstatic pleasure. The pleasure and sounds that he created from being humiliated and fucked fed my soul and I could feel myself being aroused by the situation.

I pull my cock out and cleaned us off. Grabbing a handful of his soft mousy hair I yank his head up. His eyes met mine and they were gleaming with perversion, desire and arousal. His pupils were dilated and a small trickle of drool fell from his gaping mouth.

“You disgust me.”

“Thank you Boss, Thank you for fucking me. I feel like my life is fulfilled.”

“Pathetic! Getting your asshole fucked raw is all you want to to be fulfilled in life. You are so incompetent, unambitious and useless. Every time I see your perverted little eyes I want to beat the shit out of you!”

“Boss no… I’m scared to be beaten, what if it hurts.”

I grabbed him by his nipple pull him close and slapped him across the face. 

Pulling him close from behind his neck I pressed my breasts into him and whispered, 

“You stupid sniveling loser, I want to see you suffer for your incompetence so every time you go to work you will hear the sounds of my heels and fear will motivate you to work harder.” 

He dropped to his knees. I pushed his head towards the ground and sunk my shiny red nails into his back and tugged at his skin leaving five aggressively red streaks across his back.

I pulled his arms between his kneeling legs and skillfully hogtied him with some rope. His ass was pasty white and pointing at the ceiling. His hard cock and saggy balls hung in-between his legs so exposed and vulnerable. I attached a leather strap around the based of his cock and balls and connected it to a leash so I could aggressively yank at his family jewels whenever I felt he was not giving me his entire attention. 

“First things first, something needs to be done about that pasty white ass of yours. I want to tear up your skin and leave you with painful marks all over so you are constantly reminded of your incompetence and failings as a human being.” I teased as I yanked the handle attached to his cock with a swift upwards motion.

He squealed and I spat on his pathetic body. I began to spank his ass with my bare hands. Rhythmic cracks sounded with each smack against his skin. He was beginning to sweat from the pain and his moans and whines got louder and louder. 

His bottom was warming up from the spanks. I love warming up someone’s ass – the more I begin to build up the pain and make them suffer for me, the more excited and satisfied I become. I adore giving out pain and doling out corporeal punishment.

“Please Boss!” He begged.

For what I didn’t know. I stopped spanking him and started sensually rubbing his bottom to give him a little break. Then I took a blindfold and covered his eyes. He would not be able to see the different tools of his suffering.

“Boss, I am so afraid, not being able to see makes this so much more scary and intense.”

I grabbed my leather flogger and began dragging the leather falls gently along his back.

“Does it now?” I teased.

His bottom may have been flaming hot but the rest of his body was cool from the sweat. I dragged my sharp nails across his back again.

“ughhhnnnn!” He grunted in pain.

Meanwhile I stood up and began flogging his bottom and upper back first with a gentle windmill motion then a figure 8. Crack, crack, crack, crack the leather falls scraped against his bottom deepening the red marks on his ass. In addition every so often I would pause and flog him with a powerful stroke making him cry out in pain.

He was breathless from the adrenaline of the pain and pleasure and I could see that the gradual buildup of pain was pushing him deeper and deeper into sub space. This little loser was warm, melted putty in my hands.

I continued my flogging for a little longer before I switched to my cane. He was getting too used to this intensity and I needed to turn it up a notch. I yanked hard again at the leash attached to his cock as he squealed in shock.

“You see this is what happens when you jerk off at work. As your Boss I am in control of you in the work place and you have now brought your sexuality into my control. I control your pathetic cock or disgusting perversions and your sexual impulses. I will make you suffer for them and make you my slave.”

“BOSSS!!” He cried. 

I stuck my cane into the surface of his ass. He was red, hot and hardened from the bruising. I was not going to let him off that easy. My hand gave his sore ass one last sensual rub.

“I am going to give you 10 hard cane strokes. Are you ready? Count with me.”

“Boss…” He quivered.

“What did I say?”

“Yes Boss, thank you boss. I will count with you.”

I lifted that cane in the air and gave him a precise and painful stroke.

He screamed. “ONE!!!!!” 

I couldn’t help but laugh. “That hurts doesn’t it. Pussy. If you can’t do your job properly at least suffer properly.”

“Yes Boss.”

Afterwards I lifted my cane and swiftly doled out another stroke, this time with more force than before.

“TWOO!!!!!” He cried.

This happened repeatedly eight more times until I had completed all 10 strokes. He was a good boy. He took every stroke like a champ. Most importantly I gave him enough of a breather between each one for him to catch his breath and brace himself for the ecstatic pain.

At this point he was overwhelmed with adrenaline. As a result he was panting and whispering “Please Boss beat me more. Please I deserve it. I adore seeing you smile and light up when you beat me.”

“Shhhh! I have something better for you. I want to forever cement pain with sexual pleasure in your mind so that if you ever try to jerk off at work, all you will be able to recall is my cruel face and sadism.”

“Yes boss.”

I untied his arms and cock and left him on his knees. 

“Jerk that cock of yours. I want you to stare at me and show me what you do in the bathroom when your incompetent ass thinks it’s alone.”

“Yes boss.”

He began stroking, first slowly and then faster with the same rhythmic jerking motion. 

“You are so beautiful boss. Every time I hear your clacking heels at work I get a boner, every time I catch a glimpse of your perfect curves in your pencil skirt I start to leak precum. I jerk off everyday during work thinking about you.”

“Come on then, give me a show. In other words show me how you beat that pathetic useless piece of meat of yours at the thought of my elegance and beauty. Look at my beautiful curves and my perfect ass in this skirt. You are undeserving of being even my subordinate. Your incompetence, lack of intelligence, and general unprofessionalism disgusts and enrages me to no end.” I jeered as I circled him.

“Every time you jerk your cock in the privacy of your own home I want you to think of the sadistic way I beat you. I want you to recall having your ass raped by me and how undeserving you are to even think about fucking me. Look in the mirror every morning and see how your chest and back is all torn up by my nails and remember that this is all losers like you will ever get. Most importantly I want your shirt to graze against these wounds when you sit down on the tube. In addition I want the pain emanating from your body to remind you that I am not to be trifled with, and incompetence and unprofessionalism will be met with a swift serving of intense pain. Fear me you piece of shit.”

My words pushed him deeper and deeper into subspace and I could tell that he was intensely aroused watching me degrade him. Each word was like a little pill of ecstasy bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. His eyes widen and he was drooling and panting like a dog.

“Show me that disgusting squirt of cum that you are desperately trying to extract.”

“UGHNNNNN!!” He grunted. The intense orgasm ran through his body jerking him as he crumbled to the ground into his little pool of cum.

“Look at you sitting in your own puddle of filth.”

“Thank you so much boss…. thank you….” As a result he was smiling from ear to ear, still out of it from the intensity of the orgasm.

When he finally came to, we sat and had a quick chat about the experience.

“This was so lovely and I really appreciated this. You started the moment we met and there was no awkward maneuvering into the fantasy. I really felt the intensity of your words. Fuck, that really got me. That orgasm…. shitttt…. I mean. I can’t wait to enjoy all the marks you have given me. They are such lovely momentos. Thank you! Certainly I would expect no less from premier London asian dominatrix roleplay session.”

“Haha you are welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself I really enjoyed our time together too.”

That was all the aftercare he needed – he had already began to put on his clothes and gather his things to leave. 

I walked him out. As he left he turned around.

“Thank you so much. And it goes without saying that I will see you the next time I’m in London.”

“See you.”

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Chastity for Beginners

Chastity for Beginners

Chastity can be a very fun way of engaging remotely with me. The deep urge to experience sexual satisfaction only to be denied and have the temptation build up to ecstatic heights is a fetish fantasy that many people crave.

To begin the journey and fun of chastity, you first have to learn how to navigate the physical attributes of wearing a chastity cage.

Which Chastity Cage should I order?

A lot of people who are long term devotees of chastity will go through the process of buying many different chastity cages over there life. They usually do this to find one that fits their changing needs. Some examples are: sizing issue, an added bonus of a urethral plug, or to accommodate a cock piercing. Different chastity devices are made for different levels of comfort, devotion to chastity and duration of wear.

The Holy Trainer is my preferred beginner cage from House of Denial

For a beginning I would advise a starter cage plastic or silicone cage like the Holy Trainer or the CB6000. They are quite similarly shaped and are made of plastic or silicon that covers the entire length of the cock. While this amount of coverage makes cleaning a bit more difficult, these materials are more comfortable for long term wear, or beginners in chastity. 

The primary difference of the CB6000 and the Holy Trainer are the lock feature. The Holy Trainer has an internal locking mechanism and is sold with the key included. The CB6000 is a cage requires you to purchase a separate lock to lock onto the mechanism. I highly recommend browsing the House of Denial website for a wide variety of reasonably priced cages.

What size of cage should I get?

I love a metal cage with a sexy lacy lingerie look.

Well since your cock is so tiny and insignificant, I would suggest the smallest one. But for your comfort, the best way to find out is to measure the length of your flaccid cock and buy a cage that is around the size of the measurement. The same goes for the ring size. Take a measuring tape or a small piece of non stretch string and measure the circumference of the based of your scrotum and penis where the ring will be and choose a ring circumference that is a little bigger than that number. 

Consider the ring and the gap between the base of the cage and the base of the ring. Their measurements have to be tight enough not to pop off of your testicles. Keep in mind not to get one that is too tight that it will stop circulation. 

How do I put it on?

The first thing to do is unlock and open up your chastity cage. If the cage that you have is one with a hinge opening ring, you open the ring and wrap it around your cock and balls. If it is a solid ring cage that you have, then you stick your balls in one at a time. Be careful not to pinch your scrotum. Once the ring is snuggly on, lube up your flaccid cock (it must be flaccid). Stick the business end of the cage onto your member making sure to connect the ring and the cage together. Time to lock up the cage and give the key to me and watch as it dangles teasingly between my bosom.

Hygiene and Chastity

Smooth and squeaky clean.

Personal Hygiene is incredibly important, even more so when you are wearing a chastity cage. Make sure that you wash yourself daily. You must also wash your caged cock. The best way to do that would be with a Q-tip and a bit of water and body wash. Stick the Q-tip into you cage from the base of your cock and give it a clean from the inside. Once you are done, give your cock and cage a thorough spray with the powerful jets of water from your shower head. This ensures that any dead skin and sweat is cleaned from your cage.

This cleaning process essential of you have a full enclosed cage. But even with the metal ones, it is important to give the cage and your cock a good rinse. Push your flaccid cock around to get in-between the nooks and crannies. No one likes a rancid smelly smidgen of meat when the cage is finally unlocked for that highly anticipated orgasm.

Chastity Tips and Tricks

  • If you have a hinge ring chastity device the hinge part of the ring might be irritating on your scrotum. It is helpful to get a small bit of rubber tubing the same diameter as the ring of your cage and covering the hinge bit to protect from pinching.
My dirty little Chastity Slave
  • If you are using a device that has an external lock and the lock is making a noise as it hits against your cage, wrapping a rubber band around the lock will mute the sound.
  • If in the middle your sleep your raging boner is keeping you awake, going to the bathroom to have a piss and a breather will help to calm it down and put you back into the sleeping mood.
  • A tiny amount of lube around the ring of the cage before you sleep at night is also helpful for comfort. It reduces the friction between the ring and your skin when you cock is having a frustrating hard on.

I adore chastity and enforcing a strict denial and provocation of pleasure with my playthings.

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Masturbation – The Appeal of Tease, Denial and Chastity

Masturbation – The Appeal of Tease, Denial and Chastity

You know you will never be able to have sex with me. Your orgasms and sexual desires are to be played with, manipulated and expressed in an entirely new and intimate way that beats the good old fashion pump pump squirt. 

I love watching jerk off videos

Masturbation Tease Denial and Chastity– I adore watching men masturbate. It is personally one of my fetishes. There is something so powerful about invading a sexual space that is meant to be private. It feels especially powerful to take control of someone’s sexual experience and make it mine. That’s one of the voyeuristic fetishes I enjoy. A consensual invasion of privacy is only a very small part of why I love it. 

In the animal kingdom, sex and eating are two instances where animals are the most primal, indulgent and vulnerable. In order to cum and successfully reach the peak of orgasm, the body is exposed in an open position. As part of this, the mind is emptied of distractions and alertness, and focused entirely on the subject of arousal. Watching someone in that position with my consciousness and focus intact as they mindlessly jerk, repeating the same arousing thoughts like a mantra desperately trying to reach a single point is hilarious and powerful for me. It reminds me of a dog in heat mindlessly humping the edge of a couch. As the owner of this human dog, the experience is particularly empowering. 

Because of this personal fetish of mine, I have amassed a large collection of jerk-off videos from slaves and lovers. Each of these are unique in their circumstances and orgasmic releases. Some videos are of chastity slaves getting their first orgasm in months, and others are the 5th orgasm they have had in a row, resulting in a sad piddly cough of cum from an entirely spent testicle.

Tease and Denial

When a private playtime experience enters my realm of domination, it becomes a tool of manipulation for me. Your orgasms and your varying levels of desperation to achieve them become an instrument for my entertainment and pleasure. Tease and Denial is one of my favorite games. I can see how a minimal repetitive activity can seem tedious and boring for some. Tease and denial is not about repetition it’s about hunger and desperation.

Sexual desperation is a great way to prime my little playthings to complete all sorts of creative and taboo tasks. Making them jump through hoops just to please me and earn that tiny little orgasm. And of course, keeping a good little specimen on the brink of orgasm for hours on end makes me feel extra powerful and naughty.

Chastity the Ultimate Denial

When you are in my presence, we can play a game of tease and denial while I enforce your chastity. When you are away from me, I enjoy keeping your orgasm privileges under control. Nothing beats a physical vice around your genitals to remind you that your masculinity, orgasms, pleasure and weaknesses are mine.

Chastity is not just about denial, chastity once committed to is a constant reminder of my power over you and your devotion and submission to me. It is like a sexual filter over you’re daily life. Any contact with, or reminder of, me or any menial task that I send you on is now filled with sexual purpose. Those once less meaningful things are now a relentless tug on your little soft bits.

In our ever independence and productivity driven society, life can feel isolating and lonely. The chastity device, besides being there to deprive and control, is also a symbol of our dynamic and my connection with you. For some chastity is not just a sexual fetish but an emotional anchor. 

One of my favorite things about chastity is it’s effectiveness with sensual domination. 

Sensuality of Chastity

The key to sensual domination is just knowing that I am absolutely gorgeous and then dangling myself just out of reach so the eager plaything will do whatever it takes to reach the unattainable. 

I adore sending little dirty messages or naughty pictures to tease my little locked up playthings. It’s a style of flirtation that I have enjoyed ever since I was a teenager. It is reminiscent of the little dirty embarrassing notes I would leave for my lovers and watch as they blush in embarrassment and arousal. 

If you are interested in masturbation, tease, denial and chastity with me, all you have to do is fill out my contact sheet and apply to be a little chastity toy for me. If you are new to chastity and want to do some research, have a look at House of Denial. They are full of quality cages for a reasonable price.

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Red Revenge Beatdown

Blog red revenge

A Femdom Revenge Story written by Miss Opium’s Pig.

Beatrice was excited to meet him, it had been a while since she’d had a new boy to play with. Dressed in a beautiful red corset and a gorgeous red cape, she hopped off the bus and set off down the street. It was late and dark already, but the bar she was supposed to meet him at was only about ten minutes walk, and she liked the fresh air.

A full moon, shone in the sky, but clouds were beginning to close in around it.

Cutting down an alley way, she thought she saw a shadow flicker behind her, but when she turned there was no-one there. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her.  Perhaps she was foolish for walking here alone late at night, but it was such a warm night, and she knew these streets like the back of her hand. Beatrice was sure she’d be fine.

She turned right out of the alley way, then bang!

She was almost knocked to the floor by a great hulk of a man dressed all in black, rushing in the opposite direction. He was huge, at least six foot tall and clearly spent way to much time at the gym. He smiled a big teethy smile and looked down at her.

“That’s a really pretty cape you’ve got there, what’s a girl like you doing walking the streets at night alone, don’t you know there are dangerous men around” he said, chuckling to himself.

Who the fuck was this guy she thought?

“I’m fine dude, back off hey”

“I’m sorry, I’m Wolfie, what’s your name?”

“What kind of a name is Wolfie?”

“Come on, what’s your name?”

“It’s Beatrice, and I’m late dude”

“Maybe I could buy you a drink, would a drink let me see what’s under that red cape of yours?”

Urghh, god, what a letch she thought.

“I’m sorry babe, I’m off to meet a date at The Cabin, you know the bar around the corner from here. Just next to that awful hipster cereal cafe.  Seriously who thinks that eating corn flakes makes a date night?”

“Too bad, I’d eat a pretty thing like you alive” he replied “Well I hope we’ll meet again some time” with that he slipped off into the shadows again.

Fucking hell, dudes today!

Beatrice set off again towards the bar, but must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. The clouds had closed in and it was really dark now. Pulling out her phone, she called up google maps, but could have sworn she saw something move out of the corner of her eye again.  Was it that big dude? Was he following her? Surely not.

Looking at her screen, she realised that she’d gone totally the wrong direction, and would have to cut through another few alleys to get to the bar. God, this was playing out like one of those awful TV dramas she thought as her heels clicked on the deserted street.

In the shadows the big guy, who had indeed been following her quickly realised that she’d clocked her mistake and was heading to The Cabin.  He didn’t have much time to get this done, but if he ran he might just pull it off.

Bursting in through the doors of the pub, he scanned the room. It was a pretty dingy bar, with lots of dark corners. The gentrification of the area clearly hadn’t yet hit The Cabin, and it was only half full. There was a guy sitting at the bar, who glanced up eagerly when he heard the door.  That must be him, he was slim in a tartan red suit, and looking nervous.

He strolled over, puffing out his chest and pulling his most intimidating face.

“Are you waiting for a date? A cute girl called Beatrice, I’m afraid she’s had to cancel”

“What? How do you know her?”

“I’m a local here, and that’s my spot, so fuck off will you, she’s not coming”

“Jesus, alright dude, calm down, I’m leaving”.

With that Wolfie took his place and sat in wait for Beatrice to arrive.  This was almost too easy he thought to himself.

A few minutes later Beatrice walked into the bar. As she scanned the room, her heart sank, not only was he not here, but that big dick she’d bumped into in the street was sitting grinning at the bar.

“Beatrice” he called out, “It looks like it’s just you and me tonight, why don’t you pull up a chair next to me, and we can get to know each other better, I’ve ordered you a double, your little date ran off.  I think he was a bit scared of me.”

That was it! Who the fuck was this guy she thought, and strolled over to him.  Let’s see if he really is the big bad boy he was making himself out to be.

She forced a smile and stroked his ego.

“Really? He just ran off? You’re really quite an intimidating guy aren’t you? Don’t get me wrong, I mean I like that in a man. A real man, a man’s man”.

He was grinning from ear to ear with that big toothy grin again.  She was going to enjoy this.

“Say, big bad Wolfie, why don’t we skip the drinks and take this up a notch, follow me”.

She flipped back her cape and revealed her gorgeous red corset underneath, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, as she span on her heels and walked towards the toilets. “Well come on then Wolfie”.

He rushed after her and followed her into the toilets, locking the door behind him. This was going to be too easy he thought to himself.

He took a big stride towards her and grabbed at her arm, but before he knew it, she’d flipped under him and had pulled his arm up behind him in a half nelson. Yanking it up, she forced him to bend over and his head hit the wall, he was out cold in seconds, overpowered by the woman half his size.

As his vision blurred back he tried to move and realised that she’d handcuffed him to the urinal.  He roared out at her “what the fuck, what the fuck are you doing you little fucking bitch”

“My what a deep voice you have wolf” she replied “all the better for gagging to get you to shut the fuck up!”  With that she pulled a big penis shaped gag from her handbag, and rammed it down his throat in a flash. He was so shocked with the rubber cock sliding past his tonsils that he froze, and in seconds it was buckled on tight.

“mmmrrrrrrrrrrgh” he yelled, but no-one would hear him

“My what big eyes you have wolf” she said, looking into his saucer sized pupils. Clearly this was the first time in his life that anyone had over powered him. It was usually him using his might to overpower women against their will.  “all the better for blindfolding”. And she pulled a blindfold over his eyes.

He started to struggle again, and she was worried he’d pull the urinal clean off the wall, but it held tight.

“I know what your game is Wolfie, I’ve come across thousands of dicks like you, you think you can use you might to get what you want, but this little red riding hood is going to teach you a fucking lesson, I’ll be the last woman you ever try to molest”

“let’s see what you’ve got shall we” and she pulled down his trousers and pants

“My what a big dick you’ve got Wolfie” she said, pulling out his cock and fondling his balls. She heard a different type of muffled noise from his gag this time. But blindfolded as he was, he couldn’t tell what she was doing. Her hand all over him felt lovely, her grip was as tight as a vice. But then he heard a click.

“there we go, all locked up nice and tight for me, welcome to your new life Wolfie, locked up in little red’s chastity device”

His feet kicked out, but with his trousers around his ankles, they were as good as bound.

She then kicked him in the crotch and he instinctively rolled over to avoid any more blows. His face landing in the piss filled urinal. Trying to pull back, on all fours on the floor, chained to the pipe he was finding it impossible to tell where she was. His bare buttocks up in the air, he was struggling like a chained animal.

That’s when he felt it. Cold, wet and hard, it had slid right in with her first thrust.

It felt like it was ripping him in half, but he couldn’t see, and couldn’t move. Her hands grabbed his hips and she pulled him onto her. Impaling him on her red strap-on cock. This time she definitely heard him squeal through the penis gag.

“Fuck you Wolfie, Fuck you, I was due to meet a lovely new little submissive tonight, and you fucking ruined it!”

“Well this is what you get when you fuck up a dominatrix’s date.”

With that she went at him, hammering her cock deep into him, his blindfolded face bashing into the urinal and splashing with piss. The rubber cock forcing him to gag every time he tried to scream.

Unleashing her rage on him, he didn’t stand a chance, and was soon a whimpering mess on the toilet floor.

She pulled out, wiped her cock on his face, and he heard her heels click out of the room.

Beatrice walked back through the pub, and out into the warm night. Once outside, she looked up at the full moon and then tossed the key to his chastity device down a nearby drain.

The end.

The Night Terror

Cover for Night terror Femdom Erotica Miss Opium London Asian Dominatrix sitting on top of a man

I used to send my slave a bunch of random topics and make him write me some femdom erotica for my other slave to read to me when I was taking a bath.

He was so creative and I always loved his stories I thought I would share one with you. 

It had started when she was just 6 years old, her parents didn’t know what to do. Their beautiful daughter would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and thrashing around with night terrors. It was a kind of half sleep, half wake stage, sometimes she’d recognise them as they tried to console her, other times she’d look blankly at their faces, or worse still scream and try to escape them.  Then after 15-20 minutes, she’d slip back into a blissful sleep and wake up the next morning sometimes unaware of the commotion the night before.

The doctor had told them it would pass, it was quite common for children to experience such things. But as she’d grown into a teenager, the terrors had only intensified. More and more snippets of memory built up and lingered to the morning, the dark faceless shadows pinning her down, slashing smoke like fingers whipping her body and she writhed and screamed to escape. Blood red nails on elongated black smoke fingers tearing at her flesh. The insomnia from the terrors and the hangover in the morning meant that she was constantly living in an exhausted half wake, half sleep doze. So her grades at school began to plummet.

By the time she was in high-school, although she was by far one of the most beautiful girls in the school, she was an outcast and a loner. She spent her lunches scribbling horror drawings in a notepad which were becoming increasingly sexual. The other boys and girls at the school avoided her and her life became a living hell. Her only escape was a blog that she’d started writing to purge the dark, twisted thoughts each day, before the next night’s horrors commenced.

She graduated from school, alone, friendless, sexually frustrated and depressed. She’d tried drugs, she’d tried counselling, but nothing seemed to shift the black horror that awaited every night. The only thing that was going well in her life was her blog, her stories were gaining a cult following and an army of erotic horror fans awaited every update.

Around a year or two after graduating she was offered her first book deal, and before long she was selling thousands upon thousands of books. A mix of dark horror and erotic fantasy all fuelled by her vivid dreams.  On the face of it she was a brilliant success, a virtual high school drop out, turned best selling author. She lived in a huge beautiful mansion, and her stunning looks all added to the hype. But inside she was slipping deeper and deeper into depression.

She lived alone, in a huge house and was completely unable to hold down a relationship. It was easy for her to pick up boys, but her screaming, thrashing fits each night guaranteed they were only ever one night stands. She’d lost count of the number of times she’d awoken to find the previous night’s lover had slipped out and disappeared without even a note.  One had even tried to sue her for her book writing millions after her unconscious thrashing had given him a black eye.

So she turned again to her blog, pouring out her heart to her army of fans. It felt like a cruel twist of fate, to be given such looks, such riches, but also cursed with nightly vivid nightmares of creatures attacking her, molesting her and beating her. She hated it,

It was on a Saturday morning that she first saw his message.

She was used to fanboys pledging their love for her. Every year at the conventions she had a queue of horny horror fans queuing up for selfies with her as she signed copies of her latest novels. But there was something different about this one.

For a start, thankfully, there was no gross dick pic.

But more than that, it was clear that he wasn’t trying to woo her into his bed at all, rather he wanted to serve her, to kiss her feet and to adore her.

It intrigued her, so she messaged him back.

Their conversations flowed, and before long she’d arranged to meet up with him at a local cafe.  They sat down in the basement as he poured out his heart to her. He talked of how he’d adored her books, but rather than being scared of them, there was something that turned him on. The abuse from the shapeless horrors triggers some primitive urge in him. Although the lead characters in the books were female, he fantasised about being the one pinned down, stripped, whipped and abused by the demons.

She wasn’t sure if she was horrified, or intrigued by his confession.  These imaginary creatures made her life a living hell, yet here was this cute guy, confessing that he wished he could swap places with her.  He was lovely, he was friendly, he was honest, but he was clearly fucked in the head.

But they continued to click with each other. Coffee at the cafe, turned into dinner and drinks, and before long she found herself unlocking her huge front door and inviting him in.

He was visibly shaking as she stripped off in front of him. All of his dreams were coming true, so many times he’d masturbated looking at her picture on the back cover of her novels, and here she was wearing nothing but a few scraps of beautiful red lace lingerie. Her beauty overwhelmed him.

Wary of her heart being broken by the stream of men that had disappeared before, she told him that there would be no sex tonight. All his submissive brain wanted to do was worship her anyway, and so he spent the night pleasuring her with his tongue. She had orgasm after orgasm, while she constantly teased his cock, but never quite let him over the edge. She quite enjoyed the growing imbalance of their relationship.

It was 2am and they were both feeling exhausted.  That was when he suggested it.

He’d read on her blog about the guys slipping out in the night, and so, in a meek and scared voice, he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and asked if she’d handcuff him to the bed post.

What the fuck? She thought. But she saw in his eyes that he was serious. Fuelled by orgasms and seeing his big puppy dog eyes and straining erection, she decided to give it a try.  He settled down at the foot of the bed as she slipped off to sleep like a queen in the bed above him.

She woke up with a start, it was daylight and her pussy was dripping wet. There had been no terrors! No nightmares of gnashing teeth and clawing fingers. No whipping, nothing.  And she felt fucking horny.

The boy, where was the boy?

She jumped out of the covers and saw his hand still cuffed to the foot of the bed. He looked up at her scared, his back had scratch marks all over it.

She was confused, but her pussy was pulsing with blood. “I need another orgasm”, she said, and sat on his face.

Mashing herself into him, she rode his face as his eager tongue flicked across her clit. Grabbing his hair and pulling him deeper into her, his face was soon a sloppy mess of her juices. Her orgasm approached like a train, and hit her hard. Screaming up at the ceiling she pulled his face into her as she climaxed.

His defeated face looked up at her between her knees as she recomposed herself.

Cleaning up in the shower with her, he’d explained that she’d attacked him in her sleep the night before, just after she’d gone to bed. Dragging her nails down his back and digging them into his tender balls and his erection.  He’d pleaded for mercy, but chained to the bed he had no-where to go. Then as quickly as it had started she left him and fell back asleep in her bed till the morning.

It took a long time for her to convince him that she had no recollection of what had happened.

After breakfast and a shower they’d kissed goodbye

She never thought she’d see him again, but three days later he’d come back.

He knelt at her door and handed her a pair of small silver keys.

“I want you to own me!” he said. Afterwards he explained that the keys were for a tiny steel chastity device that he’d locked on his cock. I want to be yours. She liked it.

Another night of fantastic oral sex followed. His talented tongue had danced across her body as his cock had swelled in the cruel steel device.

Again, at the end of the night, she chained him to the foot of her bed, and fell asleep above him.

Haze surrounded her, her half closed eyes blinked in the darkness, her pussy throbbed.

She felt soft flesh in her hands as a muffled scream came to her ears.

Panicked eyes.

A face, a hand, her pussy.

Her red nails dug into him.

She blinked again.

She felt an orgasm brewing.

More darkness.

A scream, her hand around a throat.

She was out of bed, she was on him.

She had become the terror.

Blinking she looked down on him a cruel snarl appearing on her face.

She was as turned on as ever, he looked so scared, and she liked that.

He struggled beneath her weight, but he was unable to escape.

She gradually became more conscious, she was the terror, she was mid orgasm, she had his balls in her hands, squeezing hard.

Orgasm flushed through her as she felt him buck beneath her.

She was wide awake, and this terrified him – she liked this a lot.

As she looked down on him, she knew she could half close her eyes, slip off to bed and pretend that she’d had no memory of this, but she didn’t want to stop.

She held his face in her hands, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

“Now free, now I’m your terror, and I’m never leaving you. You should never have opened this door, because it can’t be closed any more.”

“I own you, welcome to my hell”

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Opium Wars

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A Mob Femdom Erotica written by Miss Opium’s Pig.

The doorbell rang, and Beatrice walked towards it, she could already see the flashing lights of the police car reflecting in the glass, and the silhouettes of the two policemen looming in the doorway.  Being the wife of a mob boss, this wasn’t the first time she’d had the police turning up at 1am, but they usually hammered on the door rather than ringing the bell.

This worried her.

As she opened the door, their faces told her everything, she felt her heart fall to her feet.

“Mrs Gambino? I’m afraid we’ve got some terrible news, we found the body of your husband in the river about an hour ago. He’s been murdered. It looks like a mob killing, he was given ‘cement shoes’ and thrown in.”

“Mrs Gambino, may I call you Beatrice? There was something strange about it. He was naked, but he had a steel chastity device locked around his private parts. Do you know anything about that?”

She couldn’t focus, her head was spinning. Then, without speaking, she slammed the door closed and slid to the floor.  Beatrice could feel the tragedy within her turning to rage. Her husband, Michael Gambino had been killed by his own gang. It must have been one of his lieutenants.

Was it Frankie? Was it Marco? Surely it couldn’t have been Jimmy? How could this have happened?

She’d have to move fast, one of them was clearly gunning to be the new boss, wheels were probably already in motion, she picked up her phone and dialled the first number…

An hour later, Beatrice’s car pulled into the carpark of the Italian restaurant. The lights were already on, and there were two big mobsters standing by the door. Walking towards the door her Louboutin heels clicked on the concrete announcing her arrival.

She was a sight to behold, her red hair was curled up above her head, her makeup was dark and intense, her red leather coat hugged every curve of her slim body down to her beautifully curved hips.  Her stocking tops also peeked out as she walked in those killer heels. She looked every bit the vampy mobster’s wife.  She was wheeling a bright red suitcase behind her.

The two men, bowed their heads as they stepped aside and opened the doors for her.

Walking in, she could see that the whole Mob family was assembled. That is to say, the three lieutenants, the hit men, the foot soldiers, the lot of them.  Smoke filled the air and the hubbub of excited chatter was bouncing off the walls.

As she approached the table, the room fell silent.

Frankie started to rise from his chair “Beatri…”

“SILENCE!” she cut him off.

Confused looks flew back and forth.



The room recoiled and wide eyes stared back at her.

“Gentlemen, someone murdered my husband, your boss, tonight. Someone in this room was responsible, but they’ve made a terrible terrible mistake.”

Marco went to open his mouth.

“DON’T you fucking dare” she hissed at him.

“As I was saying, they made a terrible mistake.  This meeting of our family is to decide who should take over as the head of the mob, but the head of our mob is still alive.”

Confused looks reverberated around the room.

“Michael was never the boss of this mob. Sure he was your boss, but he was never the top dog. I was, and I still am.”

“You all thought I was some hot trophy wife, the glamorous moll on his arm that made him look good, but you’ve had it all wrong all along.  You’ll read in the papers tomorrow about how the police found him with his little dick locked up in a chastity device.  That’s because he was my little bitch, my faithful little slave. You think he made all the decisions around here? He was simply my hot little secretary, and one of you ungrateful fuckers killed him! You’re going to pay for that”.

She stood with her hands on her hips at the head of the table and let it sink in.

“I’ve been running this fucking mob for years, yet the police haven’t got anything on me. But I’ve got plenty on each and every one of you in this room. I’ve got names, dates, times and motives for enough crimes to put you all behind bars for lifetime upon lifetime upon lifetime.  So you’d better start listening to what this hot little moll has to say”

“Fucking bitch” cried out Marco

“Don’t you fucking dare Marco. The Allied holdings job, the hits on Scarpuco and Davis, the money laundering, you’d rot in the fucking cell the amount I have on you. It’s the same for all of you.”

Frankie went for his gun.

“Nobody fucking move” Beatrice screamed out “All of this, everything is documented and packaged up with my team of lawyers, if anything happens to me, it all goes straight to the police, so sit the fuck down and listen to me”.

She pulled her suitcase up onto the table, and unzipped it.  Flipping open the lid it was full of weird little steel cages.

“I’m going to take over this mob, right now. My best little slave has gone, so you’re all going to have to make up for it. I want every single one of you to drop your pants right now and lock one of these onto your cocks.”

“What the fuck lady!?!”

“You think I’m fucking kidding? I’m not, if you’re not all locked up tight in the next five minutes you can start contemplating the rest of your life behind prison bars. Strip now bitches”

Suddenly, she grabbed Frankie by the scruff of his neck and yanked his trousers down, his cock sprung out, and in seconds she had him stuffed into one of the cold steel devices. She clicked the lock shut, and turned to Marco “You’ve seen how to do it, you next!”

Within minutes the 20 mobsters were all naked and locked up in tight steel devices. She then surveyed her work, the macho men standing awkwardly in the room covering their locked up cocks with their hands.

“You, you and you” she said pointing at three of the younger more handsome men in the room. “Come with me now, the rest of you, I’ll see you back here in a week, if anyone even dares to contact me, I’ll throw away the key to your device and send your file to the police”

She turned on her heels and clicked out of the room.

The three naked mobsters followed her to her car, they were to be her new personal slaves.

One week later she strolled back into the restaurant, it was a very different sight to behold. They’d all seen the police pick up Kenny during the week and heard the stories of him being sent to prison with his cock still locked up tight.  After that none of them dared to step out of line.

They were all sat around the table, stark naked with their cocks squished into the cruel devices.

Beatrice walked in like a queen, followed by her three personal slaves. She had them all wearing matching red collars and was leading them by three red leads.

“How have you all been boys?” she said as she slipped off her red leather coat.

There was a collective groan as they all saw that she was wearing nothing but red lingerie and stockings underneath.  None of the tough guy gangsters had cum in a week and it showed, there balls were churning and the stunning Beatrice knew exactly how to taunt them.

Tonight we’re going to start my interrogation to find out what happened to my slave. Frankie, you’re up first.”

“Boys bring him over here.” The three slaves grabbed Frankie and dragged him to her, throwing him at her feet.

“Kiss them” she said, pointing at her pretty heels.

The once proud gangster puckered his lips and delicately kissed her toes.

“Put him over the table, and you two hold him down” she instructed as she picked up her red leather flogger. The rest of the room looked on as she started to beat him with a fury none of them had ever seen before.  He squirmed, and he squealed, but the two slaves held him tight.

“Tell me what you know” she screamed, as the rough tips of the flogger cracked against his backside. He roared with pain but protested his innocence. Crack, crack, crack the blows rained down on him.

Her face was on fire and she called her third slave over and got him to kneel in front of her. Then, peeling down her knickers, she pulled his face into her pussy as she continued to beat Frankie.

The others in the room were tugging at their devices, their erections bulging against the tiny confines of their cages.

Soon, Beatrice was approaching orgasm, mashing her pussy into her slaves face as Frankie’s welt covered arse writhed under her whip.

Crack, crack, crack, crack “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” she screamed.

The next week it was Marco’s turn.

She had him bound to the table and unlocked his device. He groaned as her soft hands worked him up to a full erection.  Then the rest of the room, none of whom had come in two weeks, now groaned too.

Pulling out a small leather case, Beatrice picked a long metal rod which skewered increasingly sized metal balls.  She ran it down her tongue, then placed the tip of it at the head of his penis. Slowly and methodically she worked it into him as he struggled and squealed.

“Tell me what you know” she said as she pushed the sounding rod deeper and deeper into his erect cock, the balls popping through the tiny slit at the top of his cock. He squealed and begged.

“Tell me what you know” she said as she started pumping the cruel device in and out of his cock. He was gurgling and shaking from tip to toe, teetering on the edge of an orgasm, but unable to get the release he desired.

Beatrice was fingering herself with her other hand as she pumped his cock with the steel. Losing track of his wails, her orgasm washed over her, as his body convulsed from the insane riot of sensations. Then, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, she pulled the rod out of his cock and left him hanging there, his erection bouncing in the room.

Jealous eyes from everyone else watching, he was incoherent, a dribbling wreck. He hardly reacted as her personal slaves brought in the bucket of ice water and plunged his cock into it, before locking him back up once he’d shrunk.

The next week it was Jimmy’s turn.

The room was throbbing with hormones as she sauntered in, her heels clacking. The twenty gangsters hand’t cum in three weeks now. They were wriggling in their chairs, their tongues hanging out as she slipped off her leather coat and they saw another beautiful red lingerie set underneath.

She had Jimmy tied to a big X on the wall and pulled out a violet wand device.

The electricity cracked as she spoke to him “Tell me what you know”.

Starting with his sides, then working on his nipples she soon had him squealing with the shocks from the electricity. She had one slave knelt in front of her, and one behind her as she worked. Their tongues pushing into her holes as she made Jimmy dance in pain.

He begged for mercy but she kept on zapping him, eventually holding his nuts in her hand.

The room could see that she was shaking from the steam train of an orgasm that was fast approaching her. Meanwhile, Jimmy’s eyes pleaded with her as she looked down at his delicate balls.

The two eager tongues lapped at her, as she started to shake and moan. Running the wand down Jimmy’s screaming body she felt it hit his balls as her eyes glazed over. He was screaming and shaking in pain as she was screaming and shaking with her orgasm.  “Fuuuuuuuck!”

By the next week, her mob of gangsters were putty in her hands, and they were deliriously horny and had turned into eager little puppies. She slid off her coat to reveal a red latex leotard and matching latex stockings.

“Kneel” she commanded and the twenty men sunk to their knees.

“Look at you my pretty boys, my slaves. You’re all mine now”

Beatrice climbed up on a table and stood with her legs wide and her hands on her hips as she looked down upon her new harem of slaves.

“I had another visit from the police today boys, they had something very interesting to tell me, apparently there was some CCTV footage from near where they found Michael.  They saw three figures carrying a struggling man before throwing him in, they’re still trying to work out who it was, but they showed me the footage to see if I could help. Of course I pretended I’d never seen them before, but it was obvious from the moment I saw the silhouettes who murdered Michael.  It was Frankie and his son and daughter!”

Frankie looked up in horror and made a bolt for the door, but the other men quickly grabbed him.

“Bring him over, and put this o-ring gag on him” she instructed as they wrestled the man towards her.

Her three slaves dragged in a giant bucket full of wet cement. Frankie’s arms and legs were cuffed together and then he was bent over and plunged into the thick grey liquid up to his calves and forearms. Her personal slaves held him still as the quick drying liquid slowly became more solid.

Beatrice hopped up onto him, sitting side saddle on his back.

“This man murdered my favourite slave” she said, addressing the room. “He murdered your friend Michael”.

“And now he’s going to pay”

“pleashh, pleashhh donthh killthhh meeeth” Frankie spluttered through the gag.

“Oh no, what do you take me for” Beatrice laughed down at him. “That would be much to simple, so dull, I’ve got something much more fun in mind”.

The cement had dried and Beatrice hopped down from her perch on his back. Frankie was doubled over, his arms and legs set in the solid block.

She strolled around to his face, now level with her crotch, grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. Then rubbed his nose into her latex covered pussy.

“I’m not going to kill you, you’re going to play a very important part in this mob from now on Frankie.”

She nodded at personal slaves and they left the room for a moment, then came back in carrying Frankie’s son and daughter over their shoulders. The two were in their early twenties, both had been stripped naked and tied up and gagged.

Frankie set them down on the floor.

“You two little shits helped your halfwit father murder my favourite little slave a month ago, tonight I’m going to give you a choice to pledge your allegiance to me instead, or join him in his fate.”

She turned to Frankie who was wriggling and struggling to escape the cement.

“Frankie, if I’m going to run an effective mob of chastised little slaves, I’m going to have to give them some hope that they’ll get to orgasm again one day. Once a month Frankie, I’m going to invite the mob over to this restaurant, and if the boys have done a good job I’m going to unlock their chastity devices and let them cum.”

Beatrice started to laugh while grinding his face into her clit through the thin latex.

“You’re going to be our mob cum dump Frankie, every month for the rest of your life you’re going to be pounded by the entire mob, right here. And tonight your very own son and daughter are going to demonstrate on you.”

The two of them looked up at Beatrice wide eyed from the floor.

“Joe and Daniella, if you don’t want to end up bound in cement like your father, you’re going to fuck him tonight in front of the whole mob.”

Her personal slaved untied them and they realised they had almost no choice. Then, slowly, they got to their feet regretting ever helping Frankie in his mad bid to take over the mob.

Frankie felt something cold on his arse, then suddenly something very firm pushing its way into his arse. It felt like it was splitting him open, slowly, constantly sliding into him and opening him up. Daniella had strapped on a big red rubber cock and was pushing it into him, tears running down her face.

His daughter started working up a pace, pounding his arse with a big rubber strap-on cock. Beatrice stood aside as Joe, Frankie’s son, took her place.  She then continued talking as Frankie saw the erect cock in front of his bulging eyes.

The son and daughter now had Frankie spit roast between them, his mouth and anus stuffed full. He tried to squeal, but the gag held his mouth open and willing.  He tried to struggle but the cement held him still.

“Look at you Frankie! Is this the life you expected as a Mob Boss?”

Beatrice was squealing with laughter as the guilty trio performed their crude porn show. In short, it was a mess of lube, flustered faces and tears.

“In fact, it’s been a month since I locked everyone up hasn’t it Frankie?”

The room of locked up gangster slaves looked up at her hopefully.

Frankie struggled as the pair continued to fuck him. His backside burned, and before long the cock in his mouth started to bulge even more. He felt hands holding the sides of his face as suddenly he gagged on a load of cum gushing down his throat. Finally, and unceremoniously, Joe pulled his cock out through the o-ring gag and out of Frankie’s mouth. Tears were streaming down his face, cum was still dribbling out of the end of his semi erect cock.

It was too much for Daniella, she pulled out at the same time as the rubber cock made a huge ‘plop’ sound. She ran from the room naked with the cock bouncing in front of her, skipping under the arms of the mobsters and out into the night.

“Oh no, Joe, your sister’s abandoned you” teased Beatrice. “I guess there’s only one thing for it, if I can’t trust the pair of you to follow my lead, then it’s cement boots for you too! I guess that means my Mobster boys will get two orgasms a month rather than one!”

They dragged another bucked of cement into the room, and they plunged Joe into it.

“This is going to be a long night Frankie and Joe, in fact it’s going to be a long long life”

“I guess you Mob boys better form a queue then.” Laughed Beatrice

It was certainly clear that the man who’d killed her husband realised his fate was set…

Outside, hiding in the bushes of the carpark Daniella looked in at the scene through the window of the restaurant. She was determined to take revenge on Beatrice and the Mob.

And now after watching Beatrice take command by locking up their cocks she had a blueprint on how to do it.

Tomorrow she’d call her uncle Vito from Italy, before long she too would have a hareem of horny, enslaved gangsters. Before long, she’d have her revenge…