I must say I do enjoy roleplay sessions, but over the years, I have realised it only really works if the other person is actually into the scene.
This is why I don’t insist on roleplay, but I only engage in it when requested; otherwise, you will meet my cheery, sadistic self.
Today, however, I had the opportunity to get into character and loved every minute of it. Todays roleplay required me to play the role of a Female Supremacist in the New World Order, whereby post-COVID male brains have shrunk significantly and women rule.
In this world, lowly males with extremely low IQs are forced to wear chastity devices. Chastity is permanent when they prove unable to control any residual urges, as this male had.
In this particular case, a heinous crime had been committed; this sub had been caught touching himself in front of a Superior Female.
As the ‘Imperial Dominator of the New World Order’, I was required to dish out justice in the form of complete humiliation and transformation, turning this male into a hyper sexualized doll. Additionally, it was necessary to hypnotise and brainwash these impure thoughts of self-pleasure and flip the script to create an ‘Entertainment Doll’, purely there for the submissive pleasure of pleasing his owners (and not himself).
The beauty of the New World Order required males to be used and abused to serve the needs of the higher female power.
Needless to say, it’s a tough gig, but someone’s got to do it!
Dressing for the occasion, I dug out my tight shiny black leggings and attached some brand new black braces teamed with my diamante skull belt. Teaming the skin-tight trousers and sparkly belt with my black patent Jack boots, complete with diamond T spurs that jangled with every step.
On top, I wore a pristine, crisp white tight shirt and slicked my hair back. Part of me wondered whether I should go and get my leather cap out of the loft, but to be honest, I more than felt the part.
I have to say I rather liked this outfit. It certainly made a change from wearing rubber, I was far more comfortable, so I think I might feature this in future sessions.
The spurs and belt had been purchased for me by a very long-term sub, and I had not worn them for many years. I’m not sure why I left them in the wardrobe for so long, because they look fantastic.
A Nova Pro light and sound device was fixed across his face whilst numerous straps held his legs apart on my sling. Electrics were inserted and left to pound whilst the process continued.
It came to the point where removing the chastity cage was needed. Alas, I can’t show in photographs the device in operation, but to give you a picture of it, imagine a Barbie-pink back ring with a front cover dome.
On this dome, we see pussy lips and the word ‘sissy’ above. On the front dome, there is literally no space to let the penis extend, and it completely covers the penis.
No one wants to touch a penis that suddenly feels like a pussy. On top of that, I’d added some pussy pants to cover the mini bump, so there was literally nothing left to play with.
I reminded him that with this outfit, he has a constant reminder of your subjugation.
At this point, electro-tubes and other devices were required to punish and instil the desire for release. Being a proponent of recycling, this helpless rubber drone needed to consume all of the vile from within. As luck would have it, more recycling was required to hammer home his subjugation with some champagne, nectar from the Goddess.
The final scene culminated with some heavyweight table bondage—every strap was placed across this rubberised form. The head harness was put into place to fix and contain movement. We must not forget that, for crimes against the New Female Order, this ritualistic reprogramming created a submissive done for ALL female use.
Training required a second draining before he could be let out. Be warned, all those who rebuke the natural order of things…
