*****

Officer Molly pulled into a dimly lit parking lot on 18th Street. Under the faint, orange glow of the street lamps, an eclectic assortment of sissy boys piled into the tiny club. Wearing pink feather boas, micro minis in hideous colors, high heels, blatantly fake, enormous wigs, and other tacky things that no “real” woman would ever wear, their giggles, screams, and cheers were causing quite a disturbance.

The panty pervert, who sat handcuffed (with his pants still down) in the backseat of the squad car, was sobbing and muttering apologies through the pair of red, silky panties that gagged him. “Look here when you try to mumble, bitch boy,” Sgt. Vivian laughed, pointing at the dashboard cam that was recording the entire fiasco.

After checking their makeup and calling for backup, the femdom police women exited the squad car. Sgt. Vivian wore her infamous nightstick at her side, and dragged the panty pervert out by his shirt. He nearly stumbled on his own pants, which were of course down to his ankles. A swift spanking from Vivian’s nightstick was more than enough to get him walking again.

As the club’s patrons saw the dominant women approach–Vivian’s black stilettos and Molly’s maryjanes clicking upon the asphalt–some of the sissy sluts tried to flee, but most ended up toppling over in their own 5 inch heels. One of the fruity club-goers even dropped to his knees and begged to be arrested for his faggoty ways!

Vivian was the first to enter the club, kicking the door in with her powerful, sexy legs. As she strut through the club’s lobby and stood before the dance floor, dragging the panty pervert behind her, Molly’s characteristically sweet, gentle voice took on a strict, angry tone that was loud and powerful enough to boom over “Funkytown” (the faggoty song which blared throughout the room).

Molly said, “No one try to escape, or you will be arrested and brought to jail…none of you crossdressers, trannies, and cock suckers wants to spend the night in the county lockup, now do you?”

Vivian added, “We warned you about disturbing the peace with your noise, trashy outfits, and those lewd acts that go on in the back. So, we’ve brought a panty pervert with us to help teach you a lesson about obeying the law!”

Amidst the sissified ooohs and ahhhhs that emanated from the crowd, Vivian pushed the panty pervert to his knees, right at the center of the dancefloor.

A lesson in humiliation was about to begin.

*****

In what ways could your femdom policewomen possibly use the panty pervert to teach those disobedient little sissies a lesson? If you want to write yourself into the story, e-mail either Viv or I to schedule a two Mistress phone sex session!

Stay tuned to www.femdomain.com for the next installment!

~Molly~
Your Femdom Phone Sex Princess
Yahoo IM: Empress.Molly
Phone: 800-356-6169

K has this little fantasy, where he foolishly lets me take pictures of him in his sexy best from Victoria’s Secret.  Little does he know that I was taking all that lovely material straight to the board of his company and DEMANDING they give me total control (*giggle*, now why does that sound familiar)?

So OF COURSE, when I explain to the board (in my business suit with dangerously short skirt and my sexiest leather femdom boots with 4 inch heels just MADE to be sucked) how it’s in their best interest to make me CEO, they practically BEG me to take over!  Why they were falling all over themselves to get on their knees in their $600 suits!

Now, in K’s fantasy, this is where I punish him by sentencing him to be my corporate sissy maid, complete with ruffled panties and high heels.

But I’ve been thinking – I could have ANY sissy maid I want.  And I just don’t think he’s proved that he’s at all better than the others.  So K, you better get started pampering and spoiling Ms. Molly!  Maybe if you work really hard I’ll post here in a week to tell everyone what a great sissy maid you are…or to tell them how you just weren’t submissive, sissy and SLUTTY enough to be my maid!

Until next time…

Femdom Princess Molly
Yahoo IM: Empress.Molly
Phone: 800-356-6169

I agree to go on a date with the football captain under one condition; he has to let my sister and I turn him into a sissy slut.  He reluctantly agrees to let us dress him up in a denim mini skirt, pink flip-flops with rhinestones, and a pink Hawaiian print bikini top. He doesn’t look very passable, at first, so we make him wear some cock sucker red lipstick and thick layers of slutty, dark blue eyeshadow, along with my granny’s Dolly Parton wig. By the time we’re finished with his forced feminization, he looks like an ugly chick.

The final thing the football captain must do before I agree to go on a date with him is walk through the grocery store with an armful of feminine products, including tampons, maxi pads, douche, and feminine spray. “Don’t you want my sweet little pussy all to yourself? Then you need to do this for me…please, sexy, do it for me,” I whispered in his ear, over and over again. Of course he did it! Do you think I gave him what he wanted though? Not a chance! I shared the photos of his romp through the grocery store as a sissy whore with the entire football team, who made sure to humiliate him for being such a dummy.

I’ll be taking phone sex calls on and off throughout the day, so pick up the phone or drop me a line on Yahoo messenger if you think you have what it takes to play with a bratty domme .

Giggles and spanks from your panty tease!

Phone Princess Molly
Yahoo IM: Empress.Molly
Phone:800-356-6169