Fifteen men stagger through the English countryside, naked apart from their shoes, paintball masks and groin guards. Their thighs are scraped and bruised from falling, their bottoms striped in red. When a whip cracks behind the men, one of them stumbles and falls. Dominatrix Mistress Medulla stands above her capture. At first he cowers, and then he submissively nods his head. He belongs to her for the rest of the weekend to trample, whip, gag and abuse as she likes — or at least up to the hard limits written on his leather collar.
Human foxhunts are an esoteric fantasy, even for the sexually adventurous BDSM crowd. Many involve corseted dominatrices chasing their prey through woodlands, their submissive quarry eager to be caught. The stalking takes place across the world — recent hunts were held in England, Australia, Florida and California. It’s a niche but growing area of female domination (femdom), where (mostly) men pay for the right to be subservient. But interested parties can’t just show up. To join the hunt, you must fill out an application, come with a recommendation and have an established presence in kink communities like Fetlife. For genuine submissives, working for it is part of the process.
I don’t love the idea of a paintball hitting my cock. But being under a mistress’ control so completely — well, that would be worth it.
Thomas, submissive
“The first time we did a slave hunt, we pelted them with eggs,” says Mistress Natalya Sadici, a participant in the Florida-based weekend retreats of the Order of Indomitus, a group of dominant women. “The slaves are given a head start on the property — we have five acres for them to run around.” Eggs proved sticky and smelly in the Florida heat, so the order’s creator and organizer, Mistress Michelle Lacy, and the other priestesses changed the ammo to paintballs launched with slingshots. Slaves wear protective goggles, footwear — there are alligators in Florida — and a collar. Nothing else. And they follow strict rules. “We have a system of how a slave should conduct himself,” Mistress Natalya says. “They don’t speak unless spoken to. We keep them on point the whole weekend.”
The Order of Indomitus was founded in 2010; their hunts began in 2013. Slaves pay $2,200 for a weekend of worship, which includes floggings and sleeping in locked cages (no extra charge). The order has so many applications that they limit the number of participants on the receiving end. Their biggest event involved 12 slaves (a total haul of $26,400, for those of you doing the math). Thomas, a 35-year-old customer service rep from England, who asked that his last name not be used, is considering attending a hunt next year. He finds the idea very exciting — and the beauty of it is that any reservations he has about participating only add to his arousal. “Of course, I’m worried about being hurt and struggling,” he says. “I don’t love the idea of a paintball hitting my cock. But being under a mistress’ control so completely — well, that would be worth it.”
Though every slave hunt is different, I’m told repeatedly that they’re all inspired by Other World Kingdom, a Tolkienesque place that sounds like some perverted fairy tale. But here truth is stranger than fiction. In 1996, a group of dominatrices banded together to establish a micronation in a remote part of the Czech Republic. “You can’t be in the industry and not know of OWK,” says Mistress Ayn, an Atlanta-based dom. “It’s like saying you’re a football fan, but you’ve never heard of John Elway.” The femdoms resided in a 16th-century castle, serviced by male slaves who slept on straw, bowed to every woman they met and lined up for daily lashes. It was a femdom utopia governed by latex goddesses. Financial difficulties forced OWK to disband around 2008, but millennial femdoms keep the beacon alight with modern-day hunts.
For those who can’t attend in person, there’s a Second Life alternative. The avatar-based world has lost followers since its 2003 launch, but BDSMers have found its manufactured spaces perfect for virtual slave hunting. The Dominion, Roawenwood and other groups run hunts where captured slaves submit to every whim of their mistresses. There are enough of them that the blog Second Life Hunt was set up to chronicle the pursuits, the captures, the punishments.
Of course, the real-life version is infinitely more satisfying — but it also remains more elusive, as many doms don’t have the resources or the demand to run a pursuit. “I have never received a request for a scene involving hunting,” says Mistress Selina Raven. The Northern California–based dom is intrigued by the concept, but says it would be a challenge to do professionally — a responsible dominatrix needs to think about venue safety, permissions and medical facilities. Atlanta-based Mistress Ayn scoffs, “The idea of hunting [men] in the woods seems farcical. It’s not part of being a professional dom.” She adds, however, that she’s not an outdoors person. “Getting scratched, dirty and bug-bitten has no appeal to me,” she says. “I like a nice, clean dungeon.”
Bay Area sexologist Dr. Sandra Lindholm doesn’t see slave hunts becoming mainstream for BDSM play. She thinks the sociopolitical implications — such as the African-American slave experience — deter many people. However, as long as hunts are safe and consensual, she doesn’t have a problem with them. “Feeling free to not be in control can be very erotically exciting,” she says. “[Just be sure that ] participants are able to decipher between fantasy and reality.”
For those who fantasize this way, Mistress Natalya Sadici says it’s often a reaction to today’s patriarchal society: “A lot of men find women who embrace their power very attractive.”
Neutering The Pet
By Anonymous · Feb. 01, 1998
“We’ve decided on neutering for you,” Mistress Claire told her pet, smiling broadly as she did so. A lovely 36-year old blonde, she shared ownership of the slave with several girlfriends who, like her, were married and young mothers.
"Thank you, Mistress," the slave answered obediently and almost in a
whisper. He had hoped this moment would never come, but Claire had long ago made it clear that this treatment was necessary.
Actually, the women had decided on this a year earlier, using the time
since to locate a female veterinarian and to intensify the slave’s Feminization and obedience training through ever longer and more extreme stays in dog kennels.
It was felt that these activities would speed the pet's adjustment to the
neutered state.
"Have you any questions?," the Mistress asked in a gently feminine voice.
"Will you do it?" he asked.
"No, I'm afraid it's beyond my skills, but I'll assist the veterinarian if
she’ll allow that. The procedure is complicated and best left in the hands of a professional. She’ll ensure that it is done safely and all but painlessly under local anesthesia.
"I'll take you to the veterinarian tonight and after you've been neutered
you will remain in her kennel overnight for observation. I’ll stay with her and, if all goes well, bring you back here tomorrow afternoon,” the Mistress said.
"It's to be done tonight?" the slave asked in amazement.
"Yes, we'll be leaving in a few minutes, actually," the Mistress replied.
She had mercifully left her announcement to the last moment to spare her slave the anxiety that might have arisen from too long a period between the sentence and realization of castration.
The Mistress knew the slave would willingly, though perhaps not eagerly,
accept her decision and so was confident in making the final arrangements.
"You will strip now," the Mistress ordered.
The slave was only dressed in the normal "serving" attire of bra and
panties and instantly removed these to stand naked before the Mistress.
She quickly locked the leather dog collar and three-foot chain leash
around the pet’s neck and pulled the lead taut with her left hand. With her right, she lifted the Kali Chastity, a fearsome metal band with 120 internal spikes now secured by another padlock tightly around the slave’s penis.
He sucked in his breath in pain as she tested the security of the Kali,
which was designed to punish erections or even “impure” thoughts or any other arousal in response to women. Even during the brief periods that the device was not in place, the slave could not sustain an erection so there was no chance of ever having sex with a woman. That was forbidden, anyway.
In contrast, submissive sex with men was viewed as "natural and proper"
for the pet by Mistress Claire and her girlfriends, so the Kali was removed at such times to permit arousal that the slave was, in fact, embarrassed by.
The Mistress now ran her fingers gently over the slave's balls, causing a
pleasant sensation and helping to calm her pet.
Then she took an overnight bag with her things and a fresh bra and panty
set for the slave and gently led her pet by the leash through the door to the garage. She opened the rear hatch of her sports utility vehicle and motioned for the slave, still naked, to climb in. A big woven wire dog pen was anchored there.
"Into the cage with you," she ordered.
The slave was then harnessed within the cage for safety in case of short
stops and the door of the pen was closed, but not locked shut.
"Rest now. It's about a two hour drive to the vet's country home where the
procedure will be done. She’s waiting for us there,” the Mistress said. With that she placed a thin, white cotton hood over the cage.
This cover served to help keep the pet warm during the journey, to hide
the pen’s contents from onlookers through the windows and prevent the slave from learning the location of the Surgical Mistress’ home.
The slave tried to rest during the trip as the Mistress had ordered, but
his mind raced with thoughts of what would occur in just a few hours. While the pet accepted that both the neutering and the Mistress’ decision to order it were entirely proper, there was fear of the actual procedure.
Finally, the vehicle pulled to a stop at the destination and the Mistress
removed the hood and opened the cage. She had honked the horn twice upon their arrival and the veterinarian now came out to greet them.
Stepping to the ground, the pet immediately assumed a position on all
fours while Mistress Claire held the leash gently in her hands. The house appeared to be located on a farm in the country with no other buildings around, so the slave’s nakedness would not shock the neighbors.
The Surgical Mistress was Irish lady of 26 with a cute turned up nose and
model-like features. She had long black hair and wore a white silk blouse and short, black cotton skirt. Like the pet’s owners, she was happily married but had strong feelings for others of her sex.
"Welcome, Claire," the woman said with a smile, "it's so nice to see you
again.”
"Yes, and I've brought a friend with me this time," Claire answered.
"How lovely," she replied, as if she had no idea why the pet was brought
to her.
With that, the two women kissed in greeting, first on the lips and then
more intimately. Claire was surprised at how forward the other lady was since she hardly knew her, but she was pleased that they would become much closer later that evening.
"Let's go to the examining room," the veterinarian said, leading the way
there.
Now, turning to the pet, she said: "You're to be neutered tonight. How do
you feel about that?”
"I know it's necessary, but I'm a little nervous," came the response.
"Well, that's natural, but there's nothing to worry about. It will all be
over before you know and afterward you’ll be calmer and even content in the service of women.”
Mistress Claire smiled in satisfaction at the words.
Picking up a riding whip, the Surgical Mistress tapped the Kali Chastity
with its harsh spikes locked onto the penis. “Does it hurt?” she asked.
"Only during erections," the slave responded.
"Well, you'll soon be less troubled by those," she said.
"Can the pet function with women?" the lady asked of Claire.
"I doubt it, but we don't really know since we have not permitted sex with
women in nearly 10 years and never will. The pet does suck ‘cock’ and receive it anally, if you’ll forgive the vulgarity,” the Mistress replied.
"How delightful," the veterinarian said with a smile and then, turning to
the slave, she asked: “Do you like taking it up the ass?”
"Yes, Mistress," the slave was forced to answer, giving the only response
permissible to such a question since it was seriously punishable to imply that sex with males was in any way objectionable. After all, the Mistresses had ruled that this was the only form of sexual activity appropriate for the pet.
"Once you're fixed, sexual thoughts of women will be less prevalent and
sex with men even more satisfying,” the Mistress said.
The next 15 minutes were spent getting a medical history, doing a basic
physical and checking for any allergies to antibiotics or various anesthesia drugs.
Finally, the veterinarian said "I'm afraid the Kali band must be removed
for the procedure and remain off for a few days after.”
Claire then unlocked and removed the device, placing it into her
pocketbook.
"Would you like to watch the procedure?" the woman asked.
"Of course I'd love that if it would not trouble you."
"Not at all. You'll simply have to wear a mask and surgical scrubs as I do
for sanitary purposes.”
"That will be fine. Thank you."
"I must now ask you formally. Do you accept neutering?," the lady
inquired.
Once the Mistresses had issued the neutering sentence, the slave could
not escape it unless they changed their minds. However, declining the procedure could bring a delay of one month at a time with automatic rescheduling until it finally was accomplished. This option was not explained to the slave since immediate agreement was fully expected and obtained.
"Yes, Mistress," the slave responded, faintly.
"Very well. Let's proceed," she said, motioning for Mistress Claire and
her pet to follow her into the operating room. The lady now removed her blouse and skirt, preparatory to donning her surgical clothes, and she pulled down her panties.
"You may kiss my sex now in thanks," she said.
"Thank you, Mistress," the slave responded, bringing lips tentatively to
her pubic mound and then, fearfully, to her outer labia.
The act highlighted the superiority of the female's sex since the genitals
of the lady surgeon and the Mistress would remain intact while those of the slave would shortly be sacrificed for the pleasure of women.
Mistress Claire then presented her own sex to be similarly kissed in
respect, spreading her legs slightly so that her nether lips were partially open.
The slave noticed in kissing her that her pubic mound was damp, betraying
her sexual excitement at the prospect of the pet’s castration at her command.
The Mistress herself noticed the slave's mild erection at the sight of two
lovely young women and their pubic mounds. She smiled, but grabbed the balls and squeezed painfully to punish her slave’s improper behavior.
"I'll miss these," she said, "but not as much as you will."
"Actually, you'll still have them to play with," the Surgical Mistress
said, casting a knowing smile to Mistress Claire. The slave did not quite understand the meaning of this, but it would become clear shortly.
With that, she gave the leash a gentle tug and urged the pet onto the
operating table. It was lightly padded and covered with white plastic, a new sanitary sheet. Hands were secured with leather straps to the sides, the middle was similarly immobilized and the ankles restrained at the base of the table.
A white cotton screen was then moved into place at the level of the pet's
chest, blocking the view of the surgical field.
"You'll be more comfortable not seeing the action, but I'll describe the
procedure at various points,” the veterinarian explained.
The two women then left the room briefly to wash thoroughly and put on
their surgical gowns, gloves and masks to ensure sanitary conditions.
"I'm going to shave your balls first and then apply antiseptic to the
area. Hold very still as I work with the razor. We don’t want any accidents,” the Surgical Mistress said, quite seriously.
Of course she quickly realized the humor of her words as she saw Claire's
smile. Nicking the scrotum with the blade would be of no consequence since it was about to be slit open and its contents removed.
"I'm going to inject the anesthetic now," the Mistress said.
"You'll feel a brief sting and then a burning sensation as it circulates
through the scrotum. Once the area is numbed, I’ll inject the balls themselves with a more powerful anesthetic and the preservative solution.”
She smiled at Mistress Claire and had not intended to detail the purposes
of this special solution. However, the pet’s owner asked “Won’t you tell us more about the preservative?”
"Yes, Mistress. Of course. The solution has three tasks. First, of course,
it’s an anesthetic. However, the bulk of it will preserve the balls since your Mistress wishes to display these to her girlfriends in a jar. The preservative must be injected while they are still within the body for complete circulation. Once they’re in the jar, they will appear forever just as they did upon removal.”
"One side effect of the preservative is that it destroys the function of
the testes, so you’ll be chemically castrated even if your Mistress decides not to proceed with surgical removal of your balls.”
"There's no chance of that," Claire assured her.
"Very well. Let's begin." With that, she gave the first of several
injections to numb the scrotal sac.
After a few minutes, the anesthetic took effect and the Mistress
announced: “I’ll now inject the preservative into the balls. We’ll then wait 10 minutes until you’re fully numb and chemical castration is complete. After that, I’ll begin the formal neutering procedure.”
With that, she made several injections into first the right ball and then
the left. There was an immediate burning sensation, but no pain.
"How does it feel?" the Surgical Mistress asked.
"It burns a bit," the slave answered.
"That's natural and to be expected. It will quickly subside once the
preservative has fully circulated and the chemical neutering is complete.”
The Mistresses then made small talk as they waited for the anesthetic and
preservative to take full effect.
Finally, the Surgical Mistress announced: "I'm happy to report that you've
been neutered. Ordinarily, chemical castration is at least theoretically reversible, but given the action of the preservative, that does not apply in your case.”
"I mention this only in passing since you are to be neutered in
traditional fashion anyway in just a few moments,” she continued.
The slave felt pinches and mild pressure as the Surgical Mistress worked,
re-injecting more anesthetic at points as she did so. Finally, a two-inch incision was made at the base of the sac and the right ball and its tubule connections were brought out for surgery.
"I've exposed the right testicle now. Do you feel any pain?" she asked.
"No, Mistress," the slave answered.
The veterinarian now began the procedure in earnest as Mistress Claire
looked on in pride and amazement. The Surgical Mistress described only the highlights of the operation to the subject, not wishing to cause undue concern.
The surgery, which took 1-1/2 hours, was far more complex than Claire had
imagined. However, she was grateful that the woman she had selected to neuter her pet worked so carefully and methodically, with comfort and safety foremost in her mind.
First, the right testicle was squeezed out through the incision, still
attached by vessels and tubes at the base and a ligament that had to be broken down to exteriorize the ball completely. The fat around the spermatic cord was then carefully scraped with the scalpel to allow for tying off and suturing.
Next, the spermatic cord was clamped and sutured both above and below the
pinched off portion to prevent bleeding when the cord was cut. Finally, the cord was severed and the first testicle fully removed. The end of the cord was then checked for bleeding and, when the Mistress was satisfied all was well, it was released back into the scrotal sac.
The process was then repeated on the other testicle and the sac sutured.
The neutering concluded, the Mistress released the slave from the table and Claire handed him a pair of white cotton panties to wear for the night.
She then led the slave down the stairs to the basement dog kennel and
opened one of the cages. “Get in. We’ll come for you in the morning so the veterinarian can check that everything is all right. Then we’ll go home.”
"Thank you, Mistress," the slave said to Claire, and then, turning toward
the other lady, said “Thank you as well.”
"It was my pleasure," she answered. "Rest now. You must be tired. I'll
check you tomorrow for signs of swelling or infection, but I don’t expect any problems. It all went very well. I’m sure this is something you’ve secretly longed for. You should be grateful to your Mistresses for giving you your wish.”
"Yes, Mistress," the slave replied, again giving the only response allowed
but not entirely certain that the Mistress was wrong in her assumption.
As the slave rested in the cage, feeling mild twinges and "phantom" pain
in the balls that now resided in a new home, the two women spent the night in each other’s passionate embrace. Their ardor was fueled by basic Lesbian attraction and sexual excitement heightened by the pet’s neutering.
Feminized for Sissy Slavery 