A femdom- toiletslave- bdsm story

(preface! A Europa Femdom colony story! Background! After the federation's economic collapse and the colony on the planet Europa was just begun, it was discovered that males reaching puberty needed a protein that was only found in the milk and waste products of females at puberty through to menopause. This biological condition led to inevitable social adaptation over time. Leading to males becoming subservient and smaller over the three generations until regular commerce renewed between Earth and its now Femrule counter part and members of both societies began to emigrate back and forth.)

One such young emigre who passed the standards of acceptance because Europa needed emigrants possessing needed skills was a young teacher trying to commute back in his old jeep to his apartment after a long week .

Timmy was a 23 year old, high school teacher in the city but one of his duties was bringing state tests and regulations to the isolated communities in his school district that preferred to home school their children. And since new employees are always given the shit assignments in any occupation, he grumbled as he considered all he was given was mileage, which didn't cover the wear and tear on his old vehicle.

The other problem was the fact simply because he was a male, a foreign male with an odd accent he was trying to fix, in a part of a planet that had been aggressively femdom. Some of the families he visited were more interested in keeping their kids from associating with the more liberal views toward males, and a couple of his visits were definitely less than welcoming. The fact was that with membership in the Federation again, both males and females had to pass the same tests and be able to vote. Some women who met him in the door were so entrenched in femdom run households they couldn't accept what he was saying, just because he was a male.

Between the recession on Earth and the fact that he was selected because of his ability to fit in as a male on Europa he smiled ironically at the idea of being irritated by the occasional femdom head of a household. He was still getting adjusted to the ultimate form of slavery as a male, having to eat and drink the waste products of a female. Yes, his psych profile showed submissiveness thanks to his dominant mother and sister, but the casual upfront way it was presented here as part of normal society still stunned him.

And he was hungry and thirsty, having not eaten since morning. He had thought he packed enough food to last the trip but he was running out. He could drink water to hydrate and he had a thermos. He also had an emergency packet of Europa's version of 'fast food' for males. Processed fibrous chunks of, well, dried female waste. Horrible tasting! Ugh, he thought. And too expensive to use unless it was an actual emergency. Not as expensive as two refrigerated bottles in his cooler of woman's breast milk he'd been having. Every process from an female's body from puberty to menopause provided the protein that allowed digestion for males between puberty and the age of around 50.

Richest was breast milk, Second was female orgasmic fluid. Some in urine. But most content was in fecal matter. Fresh bowel movements! The first colony almost disappeared with all the adult males until they found a 'solution'.

Then when the early federation hadn't collapsed, it was used as a prison planet for adult males, adding to the female dominant culture. Then when the first depression hit and space travel too expensive, the prisoners interbred, and the culture adapted again.

Still almost an hour away from the city he got a little panicky as he heard his engine rattle. Was there a garage nearby? He took a turn that seemed to enter a town but it was only a general store. Thinking he saw a sign in the distance, the rattle increasing in volume, he drove down into a valley and noticed the sign was for a dairy farm. He decided to stop the engine and look at the map.

Wow, no town for maybe 25 miles and he knew he wouldn't make it! Not having cell service either as he looked at his phone, he looked and saw a big farmhouse a few hundred yards away. The big house probably had a lan line. In fact he saw someone riding a tractor and some kids around. There was a mail box on the edge of the long driveway.

Mmmmm, Victoria, Jones!

That was typical of a femdom family; the matriarch's first name, and then the last name.

The name sounded familiar though! This was still part of his school district even though some kids had a long bus ride. The tractor had stopped and an attractive young woman had gotten off nearby as she waved over at him.

"Hi mister, are you lost?" She yelled from the other side of a split rail fence!

"Not really, ' he yelled back as he got out of the jeep.

"Just my jeep needs work and I need a telephone!" He didn't like the way the girl shook her head at that information, her blonde hair swishing. She was attractive even in her dungarees and flannel shirt pushing out impressive breasts. Another thing about Europa was the change in the women, getting bigger and bustier, as the males got proportionally smaller and thinner and meeker. He was selected because at only 5'4" and thin and no beardline he filled the ideal image of the Europa male.

No matter what the age, he learned, there were no men on Europa, only boys! No matter what job a male had in the city or on the farm, once he was inside with the women, he was a boy again, usually with a leash and collar! Some natives had trouble with that and emigrated to Earth, and vice versa, like him.

He got out of the jeep and walked over to her, smiling politely as she was also smiling.

"Hi, I'm...!"

"My sister's math teacher, Mister Johnson!" she giggled.

"Oh, I thought the name on the mailbox was familiar!"

"Well, teacher, I'm afraid there is no garage except Floyd's and he doesn't do service calls after 5. So I guess unless you want to spend the night in your jeep you'd better come on up to the house!"

She climbed over the fence and he saw some sweet cleavage.

"I'm Daphne by the way, my sister is Tiffanny!" she said with a little smirk, knowing he had looked at her tits as she bent over the fence.

"Pleased to meet you!"

"I'd better go on up with you, mom is a little cautious around new boys!"

He appreciated that, and when they got to the door, Tiffanny yelled she had a visitor. "So everyone is wearing some clothes!" she smiled with the explanation..

He saw a teenage girl walk by and two rather young girls. A buxom woman in her late thirties came out from the back with an interested expression on her pretty face.

"Mom, this is Mr Johnson, Tiff's math teacher, and his car has broken down!"

She nodded, shaking her head also.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr Johnson," she held out her strong hand and he shook.

"Even under these circumstances! You'll have to stay overnight because our only local mechanic with a tow truck will not drive after dark and he's too stubborn to get new glasses!"

"Unless one of the boys might know how to fix it!" Daphne said.

"Well," (smile) "Possibly Lloyd, although theyr'e all going to be rather, (laugh) busy tonight!"

Daphne giggled, "Friday night is for the girls in our house, Mr. Johnson! Well, (smile) it's always for the girls here but Friday night is kind of special!"

"Oh, " he said, concerned now. "I'm familiar with the Friday night custom even in the city, ma'am. If I'm intruding please let me know. I mean if I could just borrow a blanket and some water I'll be fine in my jeep!"

The woman shook her head. "I wouldn't hear of it! Please come into the living room and sit down. Can I get you a cup of tea?"

"Thank you, that would be very nice!" Daphne went out to get it.

The woman sat across from him, crossing her shapely legs in her short skirt.

"Tiffanny tells me your'e a good teacher!"

"I, um, well, I'm trying!"

"And your'e am emigre! How are you adjusting? Some boys don't last too long!"

"I think all right so far. This week Iv'e been assigned to cover the district with some state forms and tests!"

"Oh, yes, the home-schooled. We have some ladies with their daughers coming tonight. My sister is coming because I'm hosting the Friday Night Fun this week!"

Daphne came out with a cup on a saucer and he thanked her. Daphne sat on the sofa, pulling her legs up under her sweet bottom, showing cleavage again. He had been blueballed all week and now this!

"You are familiar with Friday Night Fun here, Mr. Johnson?"

"um, yes, and please call me Timmy!" He looked around, "I was kind of wondering where the males were!"

"Yes," she nodded, "that's another reason why wer'e not used to having, well, strange males around. My boys are all grown and work in the mines on swing shifts like many of the families in this valley. Tonight the bus will drop them off and wer'e, well, having a special kind of welcoming party!"

Daphne laughed. "Wer'e not used to strange males, especially on Friday Nights!"

Victoria nodded with a smile. "I'm afraid wer'e not as, well, sophisticated as city people, Mr. Johnson! Here in the valley wer'e used to being ourselves with the same people wev'e known all our lives! And yes, we are a very femdom community, especially how we train our males!"

"Oh, that's right," Daphne said. "We haven't asked you about whether you need food or anything, Mr. Johnson! We don't have any lactating mothers and most of us relieve ourselves in the morning!"

"Thank you, Daphne. Wer'e such poor hosts here! It's kind of late in the day for most of us, myself included, but let me ask the other girls and see if anyone has to go!" Daphne got up with a smile, saying she'd take care of that.

"Please, um, don't go to any trouble!"

"Oh, it's not a trouble, it's our duty actually. We love to feed boys and I think it's a good way to break the ice, so to speak! Perhaps afterwards you'd like to participate tonight!"

He felt his cock swell at the idea and crossed his legs. Also a faint blush to his face, which pleased the woman.

"Well, um, when you say Friday Night fun, I was wondering...!"

"Oh yes, like many families our males are away or working hard all day, and we girls like to, well, re establish things, as it were. So by doing it on Friday night, we girls have a party, and the boys have a couple of days to recover (smile)! I think that's pretty common in the city too!"

"Um, yes ma'am!"

Daphne returned with a smile. Her mother asked her if she had any luck!

"Well, yes, two girls, Heather and Emily!"

"Emily, well....!" she sounded doubtful. Timmy noticed movement to the left and two girls walked in, one holding the younger one's hand. The older girl was a very pretty blonde in her late teens, but the other was younger, and shy.

Heather bent her head as Emily giggled and whispered in her ear.

She smiled, nodding, and spoke softly to Victoria but also looking at Timmy.

"Emily says she will need to go as soon as she eats something but she's never used a boy she hasn't seen reduced before and your'e a stranger. Your'e familiar with that expression?" He blushed slightly and nodded.

"Oh, really honey?" she asked the girl. "You don't think you could use Mr Johnson here otherwise?"

"No ma'am!" she said quietly, half hiding behind Heather.

"How about you, Heather?"

"Well,... I could I suppose, but I do think Emily is right! Iv'e never done it to a totally new boy either!"

"Maybe a little session would be a good idea; is that all right with you, Mr. Johnson?"

He gasped, "reduced...!"

"Yes," she smiled, "a nice discipline session first so everyone can feel more comfortable with you! Wer'e doing all the boys one after the other tonight anyway so you would just be the first! The fact is," she lowered her voice and nodded at the kitchen where several other women were gathered preparing for the party.

"Just your sitting here, fully dressed, well, is creating a little awkwardness, especially for tonight! I mean," she smiled, ...

"I would like to introduce you to the other ladies, but they would be very uncomfortable, um, as you are!"

Conflicted by desires, he knew he would be an ungrateful guest and probably bad for his career if he declined.

"Um, of course, it's a good solution, thank you!" All the women smiled. Victoria asked Emily if that would fix things up and she could use him! The girl pulled Heather's hand and whispered in her ear again. Heather chuckled and smiled.

"She doesn't understand why he's not already naked!" All the women laughed while Timmy blushed.

"Just be patient, honey," she told the girl who was now boldly smiling with anticipation as she looked at Timmy and Victoria turned to Heather.

"Do you have time dear?"

"I want to do him too," Emily protested. "Iv'e never done a teacher before!"

"Just wait honey, Heather?" But the teenager was walking to the kitchen.

"Sorry aunt Vickie, I would love to but mom wants me to help her! Hope to see you later, sir!" she said with an amused expression.

The woman looked at Emily and shook her head. "And no, Emily, you are not old enough to do him by yourself!"

"I know that but Mom will help me! Let me go get her! We do ALL the boys!"

After she dashed off to the other room, Victoria sat back down.

"Wer'e all very busy getting ready, Mr. Johnson, but don't worry, we'll work something out for you!"

"Yes, u-um, thank you!" he said, feeling kind of ridiculous. just then he heard high heels tapping on the hardwood floor as Emily led another woman in by pulling her hand. The new woman protested impatiently.

"What are you talking about honey? I didn't hear any bus!"

Timmy and Victoria both rose to greet her as the mid thirties blonde stopped at the entrance of the room. Timmy's mouth opened as he gaped at her. An older version of Emily, super stacked, pouty full lips, but wearing a tiny black, leather, thong bikini and riding boots. This bombshell immediately gave his long deprived groin a jolt.

"There he is mother, and wer'e going to do him tonight! And he's a teacher and he's so cute!"

"Barbara," Victoria smiled, "this is Timmy Johnson, Tiffanny's teacher at school, whose car has broken down and will be staying with us for a while!"

"Oh, I see," she smiled, walking over, "I thought...well," she walked over and they shook hands.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, madame!" he smiled submissively.

She smiled, squeezing his hand, "I am so pleased to meet you too, Timmy!"

She dropped the handshake and looked at Victoria! "Emily is all excited,.... so you want a reduction!" Timmy noticed she didn't ask him.

"Would you mind very much, dear? Probably be another hour at least before the other boys arrive!" The woman smiled over at Timmy.

"I'd be happy to, and in any case Emily would go crazy if I didn't!" The teenager squealed with pleasure and clapped her hands.

"Want us to use the dungeon?" she laughed as she explained to Timmy. "Vickie has a very elaborate basement!" He just weakly shrugged with a smile. Victoria had an objection to that.

"Um, well, I don't know. What if the bus arrives and your'e not finished? Hmmm, would you mind using one of the rooms upstairs? The large bathroom is all set up. That's what we used before we did over the basement!"

"I remember, oh sure, that will work just fine!" When she turned and when Timmy saw her gorgeous botton in that tiny thong he tried not to get hard. She clicked on her heels a little more smugly than she came in, he thought, as she opened a drawer near the front door.

"Vickie, the only thing I need is another couple of collars. I only brought enough for my two boys!"

Vickie walked over and opened some more drawers to help her, and looked back over at Timmy, sizing him up.

"Mr Johnson, would you please come over and help us find the right size?"

"(Gulp), oh, sure, of c-course!" 'size for what?'

He watched the two womens' backs as they pulled things out of drawers, as the blonde turned and smiled.

"Oh, of course, right, (laugh) please take all your clothes off Mister Johnson!"

Timmy gasped as Emily giggled, standing sideways to him so she could watch.

Soon he was down to his undershorts as he laid the clothes and shoes and socks on a chair seat, as all three women turned and looked at him. He wished he didn't have a half boner, and those big swollen balls! Emily giggled and snickered as he pulled them off. Barbara looked at his genitals and bit her lip and turned her gorgeous backside as she rummaged around some more, but she handed back a pair of handcuffs.

"Emily honey!"

"Yes mom!" she smiled as she took them. She moved in back of Timmy.

"OOOOo, mother, just look at those smooth white buttcheeks, just imagine!"

The two older women busily discussed and selected things that Timmy couldn't see.

"Just pay attention to the job at hand, honey!" she said over her smooth naked shoulder.

"Yes mom," Emily intoned. "Put your hands behind you teacher!"

He groaned but obeyed, there was no choice! CLICK! Now he was helpless!

"Try this one, honey!" She handed her a dog collar with a big ring.

The girl told him to bend down so she could put it on, giving the ring a little tug with a smile. Both women turned then with another kind of leather collar in each of their hands, smiling as both looked at his genitals.

He groaned and blushed. Victoria said, "that one I think!" to the one in Barbara's left hand.

Barbara stooped a little, her big full breasts near him as he felt her warm fingers, as he looked down, and then he got hard! Emily squealed with pleasure and Barbara chuckled, as he felt her warm fingers cup his swollen balls and lock the belt making sure both balls were trapped, then made sure the ring was in the front.

She stood up and gave his erection a little slap, enough to make him wince as Emily giggled as she looked into his eyes, seeing his reaction. His erection softened but inflated again. She smiled.

"I think one leash is enough now, don't you?" She clipped the ring to his testicle harness and lightly lifted him up onto the balls of his feet as he tried to keep his balance. "Mmmmfffffpppp!" Timmy grunted.

"Your'e only bringing him upstairs, Mom," Emily teased.

"You can never be too careful with new boys, honey. Remember that!"

"Yesssss, mooommmmmmm!" Barbara smiled at Timmy and gave a slight shrug as if to say 'children'.

"Have a good time!" Victoria said as Barbara held the leash as she half turned to the stairwell, already tugging his ballsac out as he quickly took a half step to keep slack in the line.

"Oh Vickie, what do you want him to be when wer'e finished?"

"Depends on how long you are! If the boys haven't arrived by then, make him either a maid or the coffee table!"

Timmy looked in the direction of Victoria's nod and saw the heavy long narrow wooden coffee table in the living room had leather manacles attached to each leg. He gasped at the thought of laying naked, exposed and facing upward as a group of gorgeous women sat around him.

"Okay," Barbara smiled, "Come on then, Mr. Johnson!" she said as he watched her incredible thong bottom as she made the first step on the stairs, with Emily following, giggling with anticipation.

He entered the large tiled bathroom as Barbara led him into it.

"Let's see now, if they left some manacles in the cabinet. Just stand right there Mr Johnson!" As if he could otherwise!

She was pleased to see a bunch of props in there, as she took a handful out, as he watched. A ping pong paddle, crop, flexible plastic ruler, (gasp) a heavy leather strap with a slit tail, and cock and ball cat of nine tails, a ball gag.

She smiled and put the ball gag back.

"I guess we don't need that! The ladies downstairs expect some sweet sounds from in here and we wouldn't want to disappoint them!" Emily carried a stool into the bathroom and to his surprise she set it in the middle of the big bathtub. She began to unbutton her blouse and he gaped, seeing her youthful but firm, swaying big breasts. When she was topless, wearing only shoes and panties, she stepped into the bathtub and sat on the stool facing out. She liked him trying not to stare at her breasts.
Barbara moved Timmy over to face her anxious daughter and recuffed his wrists to the sturdy steel shower rod. Then she undid his genital harness, as he was naked in front of the girl, only a few feet away. He could tell now he was totally secure by the feel of the steel rod!

"Any questions or needs before we begin, Mister Johnson!" she cheerfully asked as she laid out equipment across the sink and the closed lid toilet.

"Let me know if you need to drink some water at any time!"

"Um!" he could only see Emily as she shivered with anticipation and cupped each breast, licking her full lips.

"Um, ah, um, madame... the girl, Emily...are you sure that...!"

"Don't be concerned about Emily's age, Mr. Johnson. She loves to watch from the front! And don't be ashamed to scream or anything like breaking down either! Because we're used to it. And we expect it! And, well, (smile) you will anyway. And, (giggle) Emily would be soo disappointed if you didn't!"

"You do too, mom! And I want to do something too, you know!"

"Not till after he's broken honey! You know the rules!"

"Well I want to do his front! Iv'e never done a teacher's front before, especially this," she grinned and leaned forward and slapped his erection!

"Gasp" he moaned, "But, don't you think your'e, um, well, aren't you're a little young, honey?"

"Are you embarassed to break down in front of a girl her age, Mr Johnson!"

"(Giggle)I think he is, "Emily giggled, "isn't he! I think he's cute!" Timmy gasped as the girl reached out and cupped his heavy testicles, appraising them and then squeezing. He groaned and writhed a little, helpless with his wrists tied.

"Your'e afraid of breaking down before a girl whose butt your face will be in before we leave!" The thought was the trigger that coupled with Emily's small soft hands created a massive swollen erection to spring up.

Emily squealed with delight as her fingers ran over his pulsing shaft.

"Oooh you naughty boy," she cooed, "it's true, you want to worship my bottom, don't you?" She leaned forward and slapped him across his face as hard as her small frame could, making his cheek turn red and tears come to his eyes.

WHACK!! OOOHHHHHH! She smiled at his surprised reaction, and then leaned back, one hand pinching a nipple, and the other under her panties as she spread her smooth thighs.

Barbara put her small hand running over his white unmarked butt cheeks.

"Mmmm, should I manacle his feet!" she wondered out loud.

"Oh no, mother, no! I just love to see them dance!"

"I guess your'e right, honey. I do too! Now try not to cum until wer'e together later!"

"You should talk!"

Barbara stepped back several feet and picked up a heavy split tail leather strap, sighing as she though of what those leather tails would do to all that unmarked smooth white skin, cupping one of her big breasts as her tongue moistened her full lips.

"Come on, mom, come on....!"

"Wait, I forgot something!" she turned and opened the bathroom door.

"Vickie wanted a concert after all!" Emily giggled and whispered and leaned forward.

"Everyone's going to hear you screaming and begging, teacher! Soon! And when we parade you down afterwards, won't you grateful to us!"

He tensed, hearing Barbara take a few practice swishes, and then, heard a swish. WHACK! The searing pain took him by surprise by its intensity, making him cry out!" The scream tore from his throat making Emily gasp with surprise and pleasure.

Recovering, already beginning to perspire, he clenched his jaw, tensed his muscles. Three more whacks, at thirty second intervals at the same power, and he just grunted, trying not to break. Emily's face went from pleasure to irritation as the methodical strapping continued.

His legs twisted a little and he forced them to be still, sweat dripping into his eyes. Red streaks across his buttocks, the top of his thighs, his back, he bit his lip trying not to scream, twisting in the manacles.

Emily's hands had dropped to grip the edge of the stool as she sat upright, her face now of worry and concern.

"Mmmmmooooooooommmmmmmm?" she whined.

Barbaba said, a little breathless from swinging the heavy strap!

"Just be patient, honey!" She paused, counting off the interval, and swung again.

SWWWWIISHHHH WHACK!!!!! MMFMFFFFFFF!

"Oh, go faster and harder, mom!"

"Patience takes practice honey!"

Emily watch two more strokes land, one wicked one across his butt that drew blood.

Timmy writhed. "ARRRGHHHHHH!"

The next one he was still recovering, so Barbara waited an extra interval.

WHACK! (sob, sob, pl--please sob) he blubbered.

WHACK! He twisted like a puppet and his shriek filled the house!

Both mother and daughter feasted on the sight and sound for a a couple minutes.

The next one she delivered elicited an even louder shriek as he twisted and writhed.

Emily leaned back in her stool, idly pinching each hard nipple, as she licked her lips and drank it in! Her smug expression with her half closed eyes, running one finger over the wet clit bulge in her soaked panties, just like her mother's crotch was dripping.

"mmmm, that's right teacher! Go ahead and twist and shout for us, we love to hear it. And just imagine, wev'e barely begun, (sigh)"

Downstairs the women in the kitchen all paused for each stroke, winking and smiling each other as several had their hands on their damp panties, fingering their clits, breathing in the sweet sounds, in between their chatter. Victoria also was sighing with the sounds and Heather came by noticing her hand in her panties.

"What a good idea, Aunt Vickie! Background music!"

The women all laughed.

Victoria chuckled. "Poor Mister Johnson! This is his second breakdown of the day and the night is young!"

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Continued in upcoming complete profusely illustrated story