Chastity

The Oasis is the resort cover name for the female exclusive enclave of Ultra Femina ruled by Comtessa Maddo Rouchard located near the Allegheny Mountains of western Pennsylvania. The extensive properties were acquired by the Rouchard family as a haven against a possible revolution in France when nearby Fort Duquesne existed and in the expectation that the territory would become french. But the fort changed hands and became Fort Pitt the territory became British and the Rouchard holdings were confiscated. Later vital intelligence supplied by Madeline Rouchard, General Cornwallis ’s mistress and Pierre (hot lips) Rouchard, Admiral Graves cabin boy enabled the decisive Colonial victory at Yorktown. The Rouchard holdings were gratefully returned and in fact, doubled in size. With added provisos that the territory could practically be ruled as a sovereign nation, without regard to external laws, so long as a member of the Rouchard family was in charge. It unfortunately didn’t save most of the aristocratic Rouchards from having their heads lopped off during the subsequent French Revolution. Most of the surviving members relocated to their estates in western Pennsylvania. It was Comtessa Maddo, for a time, a very discreet but highly respected dominatrix who accepted only the wealthy and powerful as her clients at her ornate mansion in Washington DC, who made substantial changes. She created the female exclusive independent realm of Ultra Femina sometimes alternatively called “Femdomia”. A covert realm under the facade of a female exclusive resort called the “Oasis” The former proviso still in effect is augmented and further protected by her powerful friends in DC. ...

Author's Note: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it. Update: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it. ...

Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters. I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice. Chapter 1 - Inception Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Jenny Harrison for proof reading services. See my new deviantart page at ilovelaysan.deviantart.com. Thanks for reading. I hope that you enjoy the story! I was surprised by my own strength, as I assume one would be, when I picked myself up by the collar of my blouse and pulled myself, limbs flailing, through the narrow passage of the mirror and into the womb of the world behind. I bounced off a sink and collapsed to a chipped tile floor below. The small bathroom, perfectly arranged in a fashion just the opposite of my own, rang with the echoes of my shocked and frightened screams. ...

Author's Note: Another addition in the evolution of a relationship over the last 10 years, the basis for my writing and motivation. As things in life sometime go, there is often an opportunity to reflect back and see the errors of ones decision making processes. This is none other than one of those fateful realizations with the horrendous but yet equally frustrating and yet fulfilling outcomes. I have so many times been lured into, at my own willingness and given direction from Janice to push my own limits and understanding of things. Here is another example of watching out for what is not always obvious to the naked eye. ...

Author's Note: What happens to a weekend crossdresser when he gets involved with a wicked mistress… ‘You’re late, Elaine!’ ‘I am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work. And I had to dress and make up…’ ‘Spare me the excuses, you stupid slut! You know I don’t tolerate being kept waiting. So I’ll punish you for this!’ ‘But Mistress…’ he started to protest but she cut him short. ‘Take off that blouse!’ ...

Amber carefully made her way back down into the basement, taking care not to spill the contents of the metal bowl she carried. He was right where she left him—not that he had a choice she thought-and admired her handiwork. Dan–her lover– was covered in sweat, drool running down his chin and onto the matted hair on his chest. His ass was a perfect rosy red and his penis was more of an angry red and looking like it was about to burst open. ...

Author's Note: I am thrilled to have a new Mistress, who for me is a penthouse-story-class “no way that would ever happen” level of wonderful good chance. The story itself is fictional so as not to boringly recount an event, nor predictive, as we play by ear. That being said, it is an otherwise honest introduction to the characters and the fun we’re getting up to. It is just Chapter 1, the introduction. Suggestions for the flow of the story are welcome! If it fits, I’ll add it…and may well suffer the consequences in the near future. ...

Author's Note: A mistress always demands obedience. Jim’s room had no windows. It was a small room with naked walls, and a cold, hard floor. Jim had been awake for a while now, though he could never be certain how long it had really been. The onlylight emanated from the small gap under the only door and to Jim’s eyes, it was bright, almost bling. It made him very nearly certain that it was daytime already. ...

She was a seemingly quiet and solitary young woman of around thirty. Though not unattractive, she dressed very plain and often mismatched. Being rather shy and reserved, you would never see her going out with guys. She just lived above her employer’s office and kept to herself. Perhaps she was even a virgin, destined to become an old maid. Who knows, she may have never even masturbated to bring herself sexual pleasure. However, deep inside lurked a horny vixen, who longed to enjoy the pleasures a man could provide. ...