Mistress Kang

I'm so impressed with the love in this thread. We're all rooting for ya, Lonie!!

I give up LOL

Dannyboy I just noticed that you wrote "elephant". WTF we live in NYC.

Do you understand how parrots talk? They're not exactly reporters, just recorders.

In fact, if I were also granted the power to change a man into my pet I would like to make purgatorio into my very own Chicken Little.

LOL but it doesn't have an emotive face. If we're talking foul, I'd much rather a chicken. At least I could eat the eggs :-)

I'm sure your right, I have terrible memory for some things. Fair enough. You're THE dirty old man. I don't think anyone will argue that- not even Lonewolf :-)

I wouldn't want a cat either, their temperament is not appropriate as a slave. I'd want a pet with an emotive face otherwise I'd want to hurt him too much LOL Probably a small lap dog of some kind. Portable, smaller poops, less shedding.

Hmm...I've never actually known your age but this makes me believe you are indeed older than 76.

Lonewolf, It's good to see your posts are in better spirits today :-) Just know that you do not have our permission to kick any buckets just yet. It's a hard limits for us.

I learned from one of my subs that he experiences subspace the next day as opposed to immediately following the session as most do. Perhaps he'll add to this thread. I wonder if others experience delayed feelings of subspace like this? If so how long does it last? How does that feeling differ from the feelings you have right after the session or even during the session?

LOL @ "aggressively cute".

His face screams "AFFUFFFUFFFFUFFF". I need to slap and spit in it. Subs like piglet really rev my domme-engine.

You are delusional.

Me: Look at you, you're sweating so much from the pain! Him: I'm drowning. This was funnier in person than it is on paper.

Pounds of bodyweight! That's a currency everyone carries all the time. More weight means more beatings, more suffering, higher expectations your lighter peers, and ultimately more rewards :-)

What about domination by the pound? LOL

piglet- We gave you a sample at the party LOL Pay close attention. I want you to tell me what you remember from the party, what we did to you, etc. You experienced this only two days ago. I'll be so disappointed if you don't. P.S. You look like someone who gets their arm stuck in a vending machine.

We went last night! So much fun :-) More party stories to come, but first: http://www.fortressnyc.com/forum/gallery/album/284-suspension-fetish-party-may-28-2017/

You can't get a TS to fuck you. You're no friend of mine. (lol)

And I would have high-fived Mistress Zito and face-fived you.

Sounds like Mistress Li made an impression on you :-)

Continuation... "He becomes increasingly aware of his inescapable predicament- his arms and legs pulled far apart and secured to the corners of the room, his aching jaw and mouth full of ball gag. The four Mistresses descended on him like Lena Dunham the last hamburger." I just realized that what I wrote after this belongs in the Devotee Forum so that's where I'll put it! http://www.fortressnyc.com/forum/topic/11523-a-fortress-castration-fantasy-continuation-from-guest-forum/

__________________________________ "After weeks and months of long pointless emails, drawn out phone calls, scheduling, cancelling, and rescheduling he finally follows through and arrives for the session he booked with Mistress Li and Mistress Fang. He steps out of the elevator on the 5th floor and rings the bell. Emma directs him to to the Tatami Room, the smallest Fortress playroom (no where to run or hide). Undressed, he walks through the curtains into the Tatami Room and sees that the mats have been covered with a big clear plastic tarp. Items have been deliberately laid out on the tarp in the shape of a person in a spread eagle position. Blindfold at the top of the head, an oversized ball gag and a large o-ring gag on each side of the head, plentiful bundles of rope at each shoulder and knee, two powered up ErosTek units on each side of the torso, electro-stim attachments by and below the waistline, bright red paracord and the burdizzo at the crotch, and pink disposable gloves outlining both legs from knees to ankles. He cocks his head like a old retarded dog only less cute. He proceeds to set up his playlist of rainfall and thunder (???) and finally lays down in the void and waits. Mistress Fang and Mistress Li simultaneously appear before him like the evil twins in The Shining. Mistress Fang is holding a picnic basket and makes him wonder what they've brought for playtime. Mistress Li immediately straddles him, looks intensely into his eyes and instructs him to keep still and his mouth shut. Mistress Fang puts the basket down and begins to tightly restrain his wrists and ankles. He is fully aware of what's going on but is obedient and stays completely still without a peep (this alone is a fantasy). Mistress Li dismounts and sits on one side of him, Mistress Fang on the other and opens the lid of the basket and removes a small clear glass plate, a single steak knife and fork and places it on his stomach. That's when he notices Mistress Li was not wearing panties under her dress and had kindly left a "natural adhesive" which helped the glass plate stay in place. Confused but grateful he opens his mouth, "Thank you, Mistress Li". Strike One. Mistress Fang slaps him HARD across the face and gives a knowing glance to Mistress Li who stuffs him with the oversized ball gag and straps it on tighter than necessary. She looks down at him and nods her head "Tsk Tsk". Using several electro-stim attachments at the same time they each operate their own ErosTek unit and torture him to their delight for the next 20 minutes. The rapid and intense pain causes him to hyperventilate through the ball gag and repeatedly pass out making 20 minutes seem like hours. Each time he falls into the sweet pain-free embrace of unconscious he's brutally awaken with jolts of electricity sent by the Evil Shining Twins. Finally he lets out a sigh of relief as the devices are turned off and attachments are removed. Seconds later Mistress Fang reaches for the blindfold above his head and he flinches. Haha! His heart races in panic. They laugh at him and hurl their spit at his face. Right before the darkness, he sees on their faces that they don't care in the least bit. He hears the plastic tarp rustle underfoot and the room suddenly feels 6 degrees warmer. The blindfold is slowly removed and his eyes acclimate. At that moment, a perfectly timed long and loud thunderous clap comes from his odd choice of a playlist. Towering around him are Mistress Fang, Mistress Li, Mistress Katz, and Mistress Rey." __________________________________ I guess I was "inspired" by Adam-Dunn's post in the Devotee Forum: http://www.fortressnyc.com/forum/topic/11508-mistresses-with-castration-fantasies/ Anyone care to help me finish it?

More Competitive Fan Fiction. This one is about the McDonald's Hamburglar. Robble! "And leave the mask on, ya sound ugly"