Splendor in the Dungeon!
by Mistress Kristen
First printed in Petticoat Power Vol. 1, No. 3 , 1982,
as Michelle & Kristen Train Their Maids. (and
Their was spelled Thier)
Mistress Michelle checked the last minute details.. Mistress
Kristen would be arriving shortly, bringing her most favored
Mistress Michelle made sure her own slave Leon, had
well stocked the refrigerator with sparkling white
wine, Perrier, tasty smoked clams and oysters, Brie
and fruit. The fresh cut flowers in the crystal vase
gave off a sweet, fresh scent. Yes it would be a perfect
evening Mistress Michelle, with a quickening anticipation,
thinking ahead of long hours of pleasure and sublime female
domination. How she loves to hear the whimpers and soft cries
of her captive slaves, their eyes wide and moist, full of mixed
emotions of fear and excitement. Her mind drifted only to return to
reality upon hearing the doorbell.
Mistress Kristen's arrival!
Mistress Michelle answered the door greeted with
hugs and kisses from Mistress Kristen Both Women
looked stunning. Michelle wore a pretty plum dress
and sweater with black high heel boots. Kristen wore
a short black leather skirt, black leather motorcycle
jacket, deep rose crepe blouse with a plunging
neckline, and black boots. Both looked regal,
confident, composed, females.
Following behind Mistress Kristen, walking shyly,
looking coy, was her submissive, Ron. Mistress
Michelle looked him in the eyes in a very curious,
probing manner. Ron immediately registered her
strong gaze and looked sheepishly at her booted feet.
"C'mon you sissy! Bring in my suitcase right
now and help me with my coat and things." commanded
Mistress Kristen to her submissive Ron.
"You have to tell them every little thing, every
detail. They're so slow and forgetful." After
putting away her bags and coat he dropped to his
knees in the properly respectful pose of a truly
submissive wimp. He respectfully kissed and licked
each Mistress's boots at the motion of a downwardly
The two Mistresses had previously talked and
planned their strategy in training Ron.
Ron becomes Ronnie in his female attire and the two
women were anxious to further his feminine
"You will serve both of us do only as we command,
for our amusement and enjoyment. Your pleasure is of
no consequence; however your punishment is of our
concern depending upon your obedient behavior and our
whims to have you suffer and feel humiliation. Do you
"Mistress. please allow me to be your toy."
"Go into the dungeon and wait kneeling. Think of
nothing but serving us and being a sissy. Under no
circumstances are you allowed to touch your pee-pee."
"Yes Mistress" replied Ronnie who then exited to the
Mistress Michelle led the way to the bedroom to lay
out her dominant attire. She knew her dominant
attire .She and Kristen undressed enjoying watching
one another with curiosity and longing. Kristen
thrilled to the touch of her dominant attire. She
then chose the proper outfit to feminize Ronnie as
they put on their dominant attire, they were both
experiencing heightened sensual sensitivity.
Mistress Kristen felt a shiver of chills
run down her back as she and Mistress Michelle
communicated with their eyes.
Mistress Michelle was dressed in her black leather corset
garter belt, stockings, black leather spiked heeled boots,
black leather gloves. Her earrings sparkled and highlighted her
dramatic make-up and glittering eyes. Mistress Kristen wore her
black severe push-up bra which thrust her heavy round breasts
up and forward ; creating a lovely sight. MichelIe grinned
seductively at her, licking her lips. Kristen pulled on her
black lace garter belt, stockings, black high-heeled boots
and G-string. Both grabbed their crops swishing
them through the air, thinking of Ronnie's ass. They
chose his TV attire laying it out on the bed, ready
for Ronnie to happily jump into it at their command. They found
him kneeling quietly.
"Go into the bedroom and put those sissy clothes right
now! And get your ass wiggling back in here on the double"
Kristen commanded...he jumped and ran. While dressing his heart
raced and his fingertips caressed the silky, satiny things..
He came teetering back into the Dungeon on 6 in.
black heels. Shiny blue stockings enveloped
his shapely legs, held up by a plum satiny
girdle, topped by a black lacy corset-style
padded bra. Finally a French maids uniform. With
gentleness and thoughtfulness he knelt and licked
his Mistresses' booted toes and heels. All that was
necessary was merely a downwardly pointed finger to
powerfully command his obedience. "Go get us a snack and
drink, and walk sexy. Wiggle that ass and be proud of
your tits!, Stick 'em out." Mistress
Michelle barked. Ronnie was back in a Flash with a
tray of smoked clams, oysters, Brie, crackers and
wine. The elegant ladies ate and drank while
propping their booted feet on Ronnie's back, his head
bowed low in servitude. Suddenly his posture
slipped causing his Mistresses' feet to fall and
spill their wine. "You Clod! You inept jerk! Get
your ass up in the air for punishment" cried
Mistress Kristen. Mistress Michelle nodded in
agreement. "Michelle, please do the honors" offered
Kristen. Michelle chose a paddle off the rack and
swiftly smacked Ronnie's girdled covered ass.
"Count the strokes and thank your Mistress
Whack, whack, whack whack...a dozen strokes in all.
Firm punitive strokes.
"Th-thank you Mistress." Ronnie whispered, tears in
his big brown eyes.
"I can't hear you slave!"
"Thank you for my punishment Mistress." he
Mistress Kristen noticed the growing bulge under his tight
girdle. She stroked through it Squeezing playfully. Ronnie
looked down ashamed.
His male flesh grew stiffer now straining against
his feminine garments. Such a contrast!
The perfect blend of dual masculine-feminine
sensuality; heated up by the musky aura of Female
Domination. The sights, sounds, textures
contrasts, colors and perfumed, smells all blended
together in their consciousness. The essence of
Bizarre Fantasy. The Mistresses faced one another
their eyes met and held the gaze. Silently each knew
that their power and skill merged into a fantastic
spider's web of delight, a Black widow spider. Together
they restrained Ronnie on the rack, binding his wrists in
leather shackles chained to the rack frame.
Mistress Kristen tweaked his hairy nipples.
"Look how tiny they are. I want to make them grow like
a real woman's breasts. I want you to be constantly aware of your
Mistresses' breasts, by making yours suffer." She
said. Mistress Michelle and Mistress Kristen both
applied nipple clamps firmly, causing him to wince
with pain. Remembering his previous punishment,
Ronnie took his pain as bravely as he could,
feeling embarrassed and proud simultaneously. He
allowed his feelings to go deeper into
consciousness. This is exactly what he dreamt of... at
the mercy of two dangerously beautiful, towering,
powerful, naughty Dominatrixes. And most of all,
they were turning him into the slutty, whorish,
sissy-wimp that all three knew he really was. Yes,
flow with the fantasy, feel every possible feeling. Get
deeper and deeper into his identity as their TV toy. His
cock ached with a mixture of passion, shame, fear, humiliation,
sensuality and anticipation.
"Look at this worthless lump of meat." said Michelle
to Kristen. "It ought to be shoved up his ass so he
can Fuck himself. That way we don't have to look at
"Before we get rid of it, let's torture it."
suggested Kristen gleefully.
The mood was suddenly interrupted by the doorbell.
Michelle answered the door to let in Leon, her
slave. Upon seeing her in her attire of domination
he swiftly dressed in his attire of submission, with
no need for questions or hesitation. Slave Leon
knew all too well to obey without question and whenever
he arrived to find Mistress Michelle dressed to dominate, he
assumed his role immediately. When they returned to
the dungeon, they discovered that Kristen had
removed Ronnie from the rack, and was teasing his
now exposed cock with her leather covered fingers and a tiny
cat-o-nine tails cock whip. His cock arched upward, a tiny wet drop
oozing from the hole, his apparent frustration at not being allowed
to stroke it, [furiously, always] caused him to groan softly.
While this was going on, Mistress Michelle put slave
Leon into an extremely tight black leather body harness; then
hoisted him up with a pulley. He was in complete
suspension swaying slightly, breathing heavily
through his constrictive black rubber mask.
Mistress Kristen left and returned momentarily.
Under her garter belt she wore extremely tight
rubber panties sporting a thick 10 in. dildo. It
hung stiffly between her thighs, bobbing as she
strutted in her boots showing off her newly grown big hard,
hungry cock. She rubbed it against Leon's thighs then turned and
forced Ronnie to suck it. "Suck me, suck my cock
right now, like your life depends on it. "You've
been very naughty haven't you? Playing with your
pee-pee as much as possible, being sissy and a slut
too huh?". She interrogated. All he could do was
nod, his lips surrounding the rubber cock. Kristen
Mistress Michelle began whipping slave Leon as he
hung helplessly from his bondage of suspension. Meanwhile
Mistress Kristen positioned herself behind Ronnie on his knees with
his ass raised up.
She Probed his ass with her leering cock.
He struggled desperately, but was no match against
his Mistress' powers. Mistress Michelle stopped whipping Leon and
grabbed a handful of Ronnie's hair ordering, "Shake
that ass against that dick show us what a fucking
whore you are."
By now Mistress Kristen was getting so heated up
that she had to remove her bra. Her luscious tits
swung free ready for Mistress Michelle's lips and
tongue to excite them more. The two gorgeous Dominatrixes
soon forgot about their slaves and lost
themselves within one another's sensitive caresses.
All the while the two tormented slaves looked on
with envy, humiliation and frustration. Their cocks
ached at the pleasure so close to them, yet so
distinctively, definitely separate from their fate
Their Mistresses. Mistress Kristen and Mistress
Michelle joyfully shared their rightful destiny in
rapturous bliss and mutual erotic satisfaction. Over
and over again they brought each other and
themselves to orgasm using vibrators, dildos,
fingers and tongues.
They released their slaves from their restraints to
allow them to jerk themselves off while watching
their impassioned Mistresses experience Splendor in