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Feature title: The Black Patent Witch and her Short-Skirted Bitch “Our Beautiful Protagonist in Training”
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Codes: Femdom, WS, Domination, Cross-Dressing
The Black Patent Witch and her Short-Skirted Bitch
“Our Beautiful Protagonist in Training”
Ever since she had found out her parents’ secret, the reason why they kept the door locked at night, Katherine had wanted to become the perfect domme. She was not like her mother, and refused to embrace her mother’s submissive side. As she had been an only child, her father had spent more than his share of his time raising her while her mother worked menial household tasks in humiliatingly skimpy outfits.
At night, she would wait, tied to a spanking bench, until her master came to emotionally and physically degrade her. But not Katherine. Katherine would be her father’s daughter, the one who was served and waited on and adored, the one who could step all over men when they were all alone and on display for her friends. She had no inhibitions, and she knew she would one day be pampered by a handpicked group of slaves.
As internet femdom sites caught her attention, she could not help but stumble across femdom hookup sites. She could meet up with hundreds of guys in her city who wanted nothing more than to please and serve.
Her first date, organized by a girl who, though impossible to befriend, was trustworthy, turned out to be a disappointment. The sub was not at all attractive or well figured. He was a weak old fatty who continuously tried to dominate himself through her, poorly suited to be her slave. Katherine guessed he had never been dominated, and if he had, his experience had not been to his expectations. Instead of giving him any sexual pleasure, she forced him to exercise as she whipped him. She barely enjoyed it, but she made good use of the chance to practice.
However, the date did our lovely protagonist more than she could have hoped for. The male slave had been very interested in long-term financial domination (she never understood why it could be considered hot). As she looted his wallet while he pedaled on her exercise bike, she pulled out several crisp hundred-dollar bills, but most intriguing to her was a business card which read, “Femdom Witches Academy.” She looked up the academy on the Internet while the slave did vertical crunches hanging upside-down on her St. Andrew’s Cross. It would teach her how to dominate in ways she never could have imagined possible, but there was a steep entrance fee which she would have trouble meeting with her student loans.
From that day on, she was much more appeasing to her fat slave. She didn’t expect anything out of the relationship, but his money helped her cover all of her debts, and the fact that he enjoyed it meant she didn’t feel bad about leaving him on the street handcuffed in a hooker getup before breaking off contact with him altogether. With her relatively well-paying job, she could afford to pay for her tuition to the Femdom Witches Academy.
The Femdom Witches Academy was truly a sight to see. It was a secluded mansion surrounded by square miles of perfect green grass. The parking lot itself was filled with fine and expensive cars, all in a shade of beautiful pink, baby blue, bright yellow, sultry red, pure white, and even a few in a magnificent lustrous black. The grounds were dotted with mistresses in chariots pulled by a lone pony slave or a large group. Some were even racing against one another on a track. The building itself reeked of majestic femininity, as if the few men who entered it would be awed by its interior presence, as they would be by a beautiful young Aphrodite sitting on her throne.
The entrance hall, with it’s soft pink walls, was decorated with glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candelabras stood on the walls, and two magnificent sweeping staircases led to a balcony on which a slave was kissing the feet of mistresses who passed through an imposing set of double doors.
She quickly noticed that the fixtures and decorations were not fixtures, but men contorted and dressed in ways she would not have imagined blend into the decor of the room. In the middle of the room was a fountain in which several men frolicked. The fluid, which was spouting from the pussy of a stone goddess standing on two enormous pillars, was either piss or warm lemonade, and Katherine secretly wondered where they found so much golden nectar.
Drunk with eagerness, she practically ran up the steps to the large double doors. Remembering her composure, she made herself appear calm and not too eager, even though she could barely resist giggling with delight as she lightly kicked the pursed lips of the door slave who, to her disbelief, humbly thanked her and crawled forward again to kiss her booted feet, twice each, with extra relish and adoration. Registration was done by a man dressed as a female receptionist and was remarkably quick.
She quickly found out slaves aren’t allowed to say anything but “thank you” to women, and had to force herself again not to giggle with delight. She made the male receptionist stand up and lift his skirt. After a quick inspection of the slave’s panties, she delivered a swift kick to the crotch. The slave cried out before he could choke out a thank you, to the dismay of a passing mistress. Katherine could not help but laugh as the slave was dragged off by the nipples for punishments unknown.
The first thing her boot sergeant told her class was how proud she was that they had all managed to exploit pathetic rich men for enough money to enter the Academy. It was not as much to pay for anything as much as it was an entrance exam, and they had all passed. Even rich girls had to exploit their dads for money, though the ease of their task made them that much lower in the headmistresses’ eyes.
Before she was taught anything unique to domination, Katherine learned how to use her mundane domination skills most effectively. She learned that simply forcing men to obey household taboos was an enhancement to lifestyle dominating. She learned that sometimes very soft spankings are more humiliating than thrashings. She learned that controlling a man and making him obedient could most effectively done by keeping him filled with uncontrollable horniness but the inability to come without her. She learned all these things and practiced them on stock submissives. She practiced on them and found that the more their eyes were filled with loathing when they looked at her, the more they could be controlled, and the more they actually loved her condescension.
After several weeks of studying as a “mundane” domme, Katherine was accepted to the next level of her education. She was warned that this would challenge her understanding of the laws of the universe itself, especially since she was such an intelligent woman who was so well versed in the laws of science.
After she took an oath to accept her first lesson without question and an open mind, she was hit with a startling truth. Not only was magic real, but it had only been harnessed by women with enough of a dominant spirit to use it. That meant that men have been and always will be inferior to the dominant woman. Their birth made them incapable of holding any true power. For all their arrogance, they would never control anything they weren’t permitted to control.
Of course, this magic was not without its limits. Because of the chance that their secret would be revealed, women were bound to practice their magic only under a pretense of sexual humiliation and anything necessary to assist their dominant duty. However, under this pretense, women were given completely free reign with their abilities, which was all Katherine had ever truly wanted. To her, everything but her inner domme was merely a show, going through the motions to stay alive and well enough to let her feelings be expressed in her dominance.
The simplest task was learning to bend a man’s will to match her own. This was not difficult by virtue of the fact that submissive men already have reduced defense against this. Some are even so submissive that they consciously assist the process. Katherine progressed quickly, learning how to make a man’s entire body turn red with an inexplicable yet extreme level of humiliation.
She learned how to teach men what she knew by forcing knowledge into their pea-brained heads. The first thing she did with these abilities was to make two random men strip in front of her and give her a lap dance in a crowded subway. When they regained full control of their own minds, one sat down and began to cry while the other walked out at the next stop with eyes that cried with shame to any who cared to gaze into them.
Forcing a man to do exactly as she wanted was only the first part. Katherine quickly began to experiment with her powers. She found it very simple to concentrate and make humiliating things happen to men. She stumbled across a man at her office who immediately and without coercion volunteered to be her personal submissive boy toy. The first thing she did to him was to force him to lick clean a pair of black patent leather boots that would never stop regenerating a film of dirt from the street.
After two hours of licking her boots, her new toy looked up into her face, eyes full of tears, and confessed to his failure. She made him see the illusion of another slave crawling out of her closet and finishing the job in less than a minute, and she told him (without any mental manipulation) to strap himself into the tease chair, which she had enchanted so that her toy’s cock would throb painfully as a tickling sensation caused extreme discomfort in the crotch and ass.
She then left him alone for an hour and, when she returned, brought home the illusion of another man. She hung her coat and hat on his nipples, which had grown several inches, and proceeded to throw her clothes off (leaving her panties draped over one of the slave’s eyes) and fucked the illusion’s brains out. She then sat in her armchair, calmly stroking her illusion to climax after huge climax as she teased the slave for his tiny cock, which seemed to have shrunk to mere centimeters during the session.
Katherine’s mistresses at the Academy were impressed with her progress, how quickly she had found a slave, and how easily she had found it to humiliate him. She had left his cock as tiny as it was and further humiliated by locking him in a chastity belt which gave him plenty of room even when he was hard.
“When I first saw your cock, I thought it would be a good fit, but I guess you were smaller than you looked,” she had explained in an en-ragingly indifferent tone. “Maybe if you were more of a man you would be able to fill that cage. Oh well. I overestimated your abilities as a slave as well, as you proved with the boot incident.” She continued in the same humiliatingly matter-of-fact voice.
At work, she often ordered him into her cubicle to serve as her toilet. She didn’t have to go, she could just use magic instead, but her toy must have thought she was a heavy coffee drinker, because she managed to fill his mouth several times over almost once an hour of each humiliating day.
The Academy mistresses were also impressed at how well she had picked her slave. Not only was he completely subservient, he had not found anything suspicious about his first session, even though Katherine had not needed at any turn to magically manipulate her slave. He would make a fine permanent slave, but she was not satisfied. She loved that he was her slave, but she did not love her slave.
She decided to name her Kimberly, after her weak slave of a mother. Kimberly would be her toilet slave, drinking her golden piss and licking up anything that he let spill out of her mouth, though whenever he had spilled, it always turned out to be a surprisingly large amount to lick up.
The Academy mistresses were pleased at their finest student. She was close to becoming a true Witch Domme, and yet she had almost gained her magical abilities subconsciously, as if the most beautiful domme of all, Mother Nature, had imparted her gift directly to this woman. Her last test, her graduation exam, was to show her Witch Domme’s sixth sense, the ability to tell anybody’s secret sexual desire.
A group of 100 randomly chosen people, composed of about 60% men, were placed in a room. She had to sort every single one into five categories by any means possible. The three categories for men were sub, vanilla, and dom, and the categories for women were domme or vanilla. To pass, she had to get at least 80 out of the hundred correctly sorted.
She handled the task with ease. For the first eighty, she dressed as a domme and took most of the men aside, had them pull down their pants, stepped around them and kicked them in the butt. Based on their reactions, she quickly put 45 men into the correct category, not missing a single one. For the women, she bit the bullet and kissed each one on the foot, and put 35 women in their correct categories.
After she had put away the minimum to pass, she put on a pantsuit she liked to wear to work. The others she picked simply based on appearance and how they acted when she strutted around them in a circle. Some of the women she mixed up, and some vanilla men she decided were dominant, but she picked out the remaining six subs with ease.
Her graduation ceremony was something special indeed. It took place outside on the mansion grounds in the bright sunlight of a cloudless spring Sunday. She was told to dress casually, so she wore a powder blue cardigan, a dark blue skirt, and a pink high-cut v-neck shirt, looking very classy, not at all slutty, and casual as she brought forth and unsuspecting closet sub and degraded him without even touching him in front of an audience of hundreds of mistresses, students, and slaves.
She was presented with a personal whip and a chariot with two reigned slaves, each of which had asses tattooed with the words “Property of the Black Patent Witch.” She cracked the whip to thunderous applause and rode off with her new gifts to a magical life of dominance which she had never before dreamed of.