Punished and Owned: An Expat’s Tale of Ultimate Submission

Dear FemdomU Magazine,

I go by the name Steve, and I have been a loyal reader of your magazine since it was published in Amsterdam. Currently, I am living as an expat in Poland, bound to a no-limits contract with a true Goddes. She is my owner and I wear her collar proudly, existing solely to fulfill her every desire and endure her punishments. Every mundane task, humiliating order, or excruciating torture is for her pleasure and my purpose in life. I have willingly chosen this lifestyle as it is the one I was meant to live.

Recently, I made a significant mistake by breaking something valuable to her, which led to one of the most degrading, disgusting, and painful punishments I’ve ever experienced. When I saw your request asking for readers to share our experiences of being punished, I knew I had to write you. I hope you’ll publish this!

My Goddess is an extraordinarily vindictive and sadistic woman. She treats her male subs like her animals, and when she’s angry, her punishments are merciless. This time was no exception.

Her shrill screams echoed off the walls, her face twisted into a mask of unbridled rage. I could feel the fear pulsing through my veins as she commanded me to strip and crawl on all fours to the dreaded punishment room – a former greenhouse now transformed into a sadistic playground filled with every instrument of torture imaginable.

As I crawled, she rained down blows upon my exposed flesh with a merciless riding crop, leaving angry red welts that burned like fire. Finally reaching our destination, she forced me to stand and spread my legs. Without warning, she delivered a brutal kick to my groin with her barefoot, causing unbearable agony to radiate through my body. As I crumpled to the ground, fighting for air, she cackled with delight and demanded that I get back up.

My entire being trembled with dread as I rose to my feet, knowing that this was only the beginning of her sadistic punishment.

She snatched up a cane and unleashed her fury upon me, each blow landing with brutal force on my bare flesh. My cries echoed off the walls as I was forced to count out each strike, the pain intensifying with each one. She showed no mercy, striking again and again until my skin was raw and bloody. But I refused to beg for mercy, knowing it would only fuel her rage even further.

With a harsh command, she forced me onto a low bench and strapped my limbs down with unyielding leather restraints. My legs were spread wide, leaving my entire body vulnerable and exposed to her sadistic desires. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me shiver with anticipation and fear. She retrieved a large, ribbed strap-on and without any hint of mercy or preparation, brutally thrust it into my aching backside. The sheer force of her entry caused tears to spring to my eyes as I screamed against the gag she had forced into my mouth. Each merciless thrust sent waves of excruciating pain through my body, making me writhe against the restraints in agony. But she showed no signs of stopping, relentlessly pounding into me until I was sobbing uncontrollably and my tender ass felt like it was engulfed in flames.

But she wasn’t done. She removed the restraints and the gag and forced me to eat dog food from a dirty bowl on the floor. The taste was revolting, and I gagged with every bite. She waited until I’d licked my plate clean, then ordered me to lay on my back. She possitioned herself above me, then released a stream of yellow piss all over my body, the warm liquid soaking my hair and running down my face. I was forced to lick her clean afterward, tasting the bitterness of her urine.

I was then led into the “kennel”, a cage in the yard I’ve become quite acquanted with over the years. The cage is not large enough for me to even sit up, or lay fully extended, so I’m forced to lay, curled up, in the small space for long periods of time. She left me there, sleeping in my own filth, left to consider my mistake.

This is my life as her service sub. Each day brings new challenges, new punishments, and new levels of degradation. But despite the pain and humiliation, I remain devoted to her, my Mistress, my owner. For in serving her, I find my purpose.

Sincerely,

Steve