Isle World Facts - 2

 (Written by me with Sandra’s permission and supervision)

 ·      DOMINA ATTRIBUTES

·      Isle World has every ethnicity of Earth. Dominas of all countries and continents are similar - physically, mentally, erotically, emotionally.

·      They range in height, barefoot, from 6-1 to about 6-7. At least 200 pounds of curvaceous muscle.

·      Unless job duties or practicality prevent, in public, Dominas wear 4-inch heel sandals. Heels come in infinite varieties, and tastes vary. Americans and Africans favor styles conducive to toe-sucking; South Americans and Slavs prefer aggressively feminine; Asians love intricate designs.

·      That noted, Domina preferred footwear share common features. Back heels are thick and sturdy, make distinctive “clicks” on hard surfaces. They showcase female feet to best advantage. They are crafted for comfort, health, and stability. They are worn on bare feet or sheer hose with toe-flaps. They are an acknowledged aspect of Female Supremacy.

·      The last for several reasons: male innate foot fetish / men meekly look down / kneeling, and rendering Obeisance, is universal / men look at them during spankings and other Discipline.

·      Dominas are stunning, voluptuous, and strong. Lusciously feminine. Deep breasts and lush round bottoms. Wide shoulders, large hands and feet, muscled arms and legs. They wear tight sultry dresses, or sexy skirts and blouses. Hemlines are high, décolletage deep.

·      Low, husky, penetrating voices. Stark, chiseled faces, often with square cleft chins. Glimmering eyes that transfix trembling men.

·      Lusty with both sexes. With other Dominas - open challenging desire. With men - amorous, strict, and ravishing love.

·      Dominas bras, if worn, are slim and sheer. Thong panties, handy later. Hosiery optional except when professionally required.

·      Bald below head and armpits.

·      MEN

·       Average height 5-7, weight 155. Long hair on head, lovingly combed by Domina who handles his morning Toilette.

·      Long eyelashes. Fluttered seductively at Dominas by instinct. Helpless attraction to commanding women is irresistible.

·      Body shape: cherubic, slightly pear-shaped. Chest 36 (long nipples), waist 32, hips 40+, thick thighs.

·      Fanny wide and deep, bottomcheeks thick and fleshy. Inverted heart shaped. Extremely sensitive, remarkably resilient.

·      Born with penis circumcised. Length 7 to 9 inches. Thick girth. The “crown” of his Domina’s joy is a man’s glans penis.  

·      Mushroom shape, royal purple. Flared ridge, cockhead twice or more the circumference of fat cockshaft. In voracious vaginas - lovely used correctly. In greedy mouths, delicious. 

·      Scrotum large, shape and size of large orange when full of spunk. Causes distinctive masculine bow-legged walk.

·      Virility high – need minimum 3 or 4 cums per day.

·       Cums are copious, thick white/whitish lengthy spurts. Male sometimes faints.

·      If unmarried sleeping alone, genitals locked in a chastity cage when put to bed. Prevents nocturnal accidents.

·       Penis often erect, dripping endless amounts of whitish/clear precum.

·      Feet chubby, well-formed, pedicures.

·      Never cross legs or hide penis with hands. Never touch fanny after spankings.

·      Normal clothing: sheer pastel shirt, black tights (full length or shorts) with Velcro openings front and back, Mary Janes, frilly socks.

·      Special occasions (medical appointments, certain shopping, festive, and religious occasions): Short frock or pinafore, ballet slippers or low sandals. 

·      Flirtatious, coy, slyly seductive with Dominas. Morbidly modest, despite frequent nudity (Discipline, frigging & fondling, Mens Rooms, on Dominas’ laps, adult events).

·      The romantic and sentimental gender. Literally worships mother and sister. In youth, gets mad crushes on girls, complete with crying jags, confidences to sisters, phone gossip with male friends. Have jealous “fights”.

·      Needs constant female handling and Discipline. Sometimes from a Governess, Nursemaid, or other “male care professional”.

·      Always carries a Discipline Satchel. Inside is his Discipline Diary, and items for his care, from lip gloss to genital oil to Spencer Spanker.

·      POLITICS, LAW, AND CUSTOMS

·      All countries and polities ruled by Dominas. Queendoms, parliamentary and republican democracies, theocracies and dictatorships, mixed types and others. Every position of power is female - from the home and family, to the highest level.

·      Female command and Domination absolute. Male submission and Obedience complete.

·      In voting polities, universal Female suffrage at 18. Naturally, men are excluded. It would be ridiculous. The Weaker Sex can’t even use money, or make the simplest decision. Absent female supervision (virtually with every breath), the poor lambs are lost.

·      A man alone, legally and practically, does not exist. He is the “possessed” legal property of Domina(s), initially his mother and sister. He cannot be unattended in public. His workplace doesn’t apply, since Dominas there keep him supervised.

   If unsupervised in public, a kindly Domina cop takes him to the Police Social Worker. He’s undressed by a pretty college-age Police Cadet, luscious in office uniform and heels. She gives him a precautionary enema, thorough bath and oiling, and donated frock.

   If he’s Nice, she cuddles him on her lap. If Naughty, a screaming spanking. Finally, his Domina comes for him. Distraught, relieved, and angry. She has a good excuse sometimes. Otherwise, she’s arrested for Man Endangerment and Criminal Neglect.

MALE ASPECTS OF BECOMING 18    

   Within a week of his 18^th birthday, a boy is escorted to City Hall. Official documents are signed, copies placed in his Discipline Diary.

   … It was decades ago, but I clearly remember. I was naked, knees apart on a padded bench. Between mother and my sister Adele on spanking stools. Facing a Town Clerk across a Lucite desk, trying not to leer at her feet. The bench raised me so my erect, drooling cockhead was above the desk top.

   My bottom throbbed from Adele’s ferocious spanking that morning. Like all twin sisters, she’d started my spankings on our 18^th birthday. They were absolutely horrible. As bad as mother’s, my female relatives, and other Dominas.

   Hands clasped behind my neck, trembling as Adele cupped my heavy aching scrotum, I tried to concentrate on what the Clerk was saying about the Document of Possession. Instead of leering at her large shapely feet and suckable toes in black heel sandals. Darn my foot fetish!

Richard’s 18^th Birthday Morning

   As she talked with mother and Adele, I recalled my 18^th birthday morning last week. I woke up suddenly. For the first time since my childhood, mother lifted my sheet off. I hadn’t worn pajamas for years. Naked is better for midnight masturbation.

   Last night was a heavy load. I used my favorite 3-D photo of aunt Leah in tight gray sweater dress and strappy heels. Taken at ground level, toes to her gorgeous face. Next morning, mother couldn’t remove the sheet – it was stuck to my prick with dried cum.

   I was embarrassed, mother smirked. “I’m not surprised at all. That’s why dad changes your sheets twice a week. I’ve seen them. Quite impressively stiff with dried cum”.

   Aunt Leah was there, in shorts and tee shirt, removing my bedroom door with a portable drill. She leaned over my bed to kiss me. In a new wonderful way. As a Domina kisses a man. I opened my mouth instinctively.

   Adele walked in with a paper cup of water, which mother used on my stuck sheet. They both wore college girl uniforms – tight white blouses in deep cleavage, short pleated black skirts, red heel sandals. I goggled. There’s nothing sexier on a Domina, even my mother and sister.

   I tried to get up, but mother held me down. “Wait, darling. You have company here. Family.”

   Wow. I certainly did. From both sides of my family. Aunts, grandmothers, older female cousins and in-laws from all directions. More than a dozen big beauties, from 18 to 80. All in college girl uniforms.

   Two twice-great grandmothers looking nearly young as aunt Leah (she’s 36), and almost as sexy. Young cousins and in-laws I barely knew, licking their lips in a scary way.

   My small room was packed with them, as mother leaned over my face.

   “You are 18 today, darling son. An adult. No running wild like a boy. No masturbating. No boyish antics and heedless freedom anymore. Forever”.

   “From now on, you will live as a man. Under total Domina supervision and authority. Dominas will handle your Toilettes and toilet functions – oiling and lotion – dressing – hair style and makeup – frigging and fondling - and other physical needs. Everything.”

   “Your masturbation days are over. Scratching, too. Your genitals and anus are very itchy. Never again, especially there. Starting today, Dominas scratch when you need it”.

   “One more thing. It’s important. This family is very strict about it. Never – ever – intentionally look at your prick. Unless female permission is granted. Especially in public. We call it “Peeping”, and punish it severely.”

   “I pray that every day henceforth your life overflows with frequent, severe Discipline. That your heart and soul glow in Obedience, Submission, and Worship. That you become a true man, and are always well cared for.”

   “There’s much more, my precious. All hard to learn, and you’ll never be perfect. It’s one reason men need Discipline.”

   “In a few months, you’ll go for ETT therapy. The doctors and staff will mold you – body, mind, heart, and soul.”

   “Until you leave, it’s female family. Me, Adele, and those who love you. Now, with your penis in my hand, I’ll lead you to the bathroom like a man.”

   The door was gone. My beauteous flame-haired aunt Leah was in college uniform, leaning against my new Enema Bench. My cock twitched with lust. Mother had to pinch my scrotum before I could pee.

The Enema Bench & My First Suppository

   Padded, adjustable, and versatile, enema benches serve many purposes beyond the title. They have stainless steel binding rings at strategic points from neck to ankles. Prone men have two slide-open genital slots, one padded and one steel. Supine, another slot is for fannies.

   A Domina may want her man supine and horizontal, genitals thrust up. Or prone, with fanny raised high and spread wide with pincers.  Or prone and bent double (popular for canings). Whatever she desires, every position of prone and supine is available to her.

   They can be used for Discipline (strap, tawse, belt, paddle, etc.). And Genital Ointment and oiling, fanny lotion and massage, Anus & Rectum tightening gel. Plus, ginger figging, suppository or butt plug insertion, even pedicures. Fondling and frigging, too.

   I was ignorant of enema benches on my birthday morning. I only saw Aunt Leah crook her finger, bidding me to the toilet. She wanted me to sit on it. I was shocked and horrified.

   Exquisitely modest like any boy, I’d always done my bathroom stuff with the door closed and locked. Even in gym shower rooms, boys are terribly shy about our naked bodies.

   And now, I was naked in front of more than a dozen Dominas, and aunt Leah expected … it was impossible. I whined, squealed, balked, and cried.

   A strong hand gripped my upper arm, led me to my new spanking stool, threw me across her bare lap. “Eyes on my feet for spankings.”

   I recognized the voice. Adele. “Whaaa?” “You heard me.” It was the first adult spanking of my life. It seemed horrible. I never cried so hard in my life. Silly boy. It was love taps compared to the spankings my sister has given me since. Including just last Sunday.

   Frightened into Obedience, I sat on the toilet, aunt Leah’s hand on my shoulder. Straining and pushing to no effect, gazing at several Dominas’ feet. Odd, that was rare for me, and I’d had a big supper.

   From above, “Richard. Stand up and turn, bend over, hold the toilet seat.”

   To this day, I hate getting a suppository, and still feel humiliated by the whole process. That morning, I almost fainted. Aunt Leah inserted the sweating, hot-dog size thing into me and plugged my anus with a rubber stopper.

   Twelve minutes of escalating distress as it melted. Burning, itching, pinching agony. Blessed release. Then utter shame as I realized the family Dominas were watching and hearing. It got worse.

   Aunt Leah got me up, hands on knees, and invited the Dominas to inspect my poop. They always do that. It’s to check for good health. But even now, I shudder in shame. Especially when my daughter Ellen does it. Even before fondlings. Before spankings? Ugggh.

   I was thoroughly wiped. Mother carried me to my new bathtub. It has a tilting swing-out chair for bathing my genitals and bottom. I squealed when she impaled her soapy middle finger up my rectum.

My First Primping (and Frock)

   Adele sat me on a chair in front of the full length vanity mirror. Applied too much eye shadow and lip gloss. Tied my long hair in a pony tail. Told me to stand, legs wide. She massaged perfume oil onto my genitals and fanny, into my fanny.

   I didn’t like it. Never experienced that stuff before. They left for a few minutes. A distant cousin my age sat me down. I barely knew her, but heavens! Emma was so big and sexy, I gasped.

   She squatted, put my socks and Mary Janes on. I leered down at deep titty cleavage and chubby bunched toes. I made a mental note to ask mother, to ask her, about visiting more often.

  But then mother was back, and she slipped a frock over my head. The pink frilly dress went a few inches below my bare fanny. Adele patted it.

   They stood on each side of me. Smiling proudly in new clothes. Matching yellow sweater dresses, heels, and nothing else. A foot taller, much wider, thick nipples jutting against thin material. Absolutely gorgeous.

   Mother kissed me. “You look perfectly sweet, darling. I couldn’t be happier. We’ll take you to the Beauty Salon, then shopping.”

   I was miserable. I looked like a damn sissy. I was about to scream in outrage. But I looked at mother’s face, full of love. I felt Adele “gauge” my full scrotum. I badly needed a cum.

   She whispered, “Aunt Leah is waiting for you.” I gulped. My favorite aunt was sitting on the spanking stool. I clambered on her lap for the most delirious cum of my life.

   Adele had a portable vacuum funnel above my cockhead. I never noticed. She caught every drop. She put me to bed that night. Adele said, “Nice cum. It’ll be twice as big when you’re 20”.

   We left home that morning on a sunny summer day. I was surprised by what happened at the door. Mother snapped an ankle length muumuu around me, and tied a big sunbonnet under my chin.

   “You’ll never be in the sun again, my boy. A man’s skin is too delicate for that.”

   She and Adele each held one of my hands. Mercy, they were huge! I tried to walk as mother said, eyes on her feet. It’s not easy, and harder when we run into her friends.

   Just looking at a stranger Domina’s feet. Try that when she puts your testicles in her palm. Granted, they were saggy and drained from aunt Leah’s frigging. But still …

The Beauty Salon, Rita, and Roma

   I’d never been to an adult Beauty Salon before. Only barbers, and seldom. That morning, my chestnut hair reached my shoulders. I stood obediently as Adele undressed me. Afraid to look up.

   “I declare, who do we have here? Is it really your son Richard? On his 18^th birthday, no less. Well then, he deserves the royal treatment. Look up to Miss Rita, my boy, so she can kiss you.”

   The scent of sandalwood and musk. Mature Afro-Caribbean Domina with dark caramel skin, low sandals. Nude under a thin beige knee-length work smock, deep decolletage. My nose instinctively burrowed between her bare titties. She picked me off the floor, drenched me in tongue kisses until I was dizzy.

   “Roma! Come here, daughter. Take Richard to Preparation. Insert a virgin’s butt plug in his sweet bottom. Soak his feet, wash and condition hair. Clean his nostrils, ears, and mouth. OK? I’ll talk with his Dominas about the hair style.”
Sweet, Sexy, Strict Roma, My Study Partner

   Roma. We graduated high school a few weeks ago. We'd been study and classroom partners for years. Roma helped me with math and science, I reciprocated in English and essays.

   Senior year in the library with her was ... hard (my prick, too). Senior girls wear college uniforms, complete with 4-inch black heel sandals. Golly, she was daring. Roma's tight white blouse cleavage exposed half her full bare titties. The pleated black skirt was so scandalously short I often saw her white thong panties - at least the parts not buried in cunt and bottomcleft. 
   Roma went bare legged, or in sheer hose and garters. I don't know which was sexier. Everywhere I looked, arousing femininity - toes to twinkling blue eyes.

   Her dad is Norwegian, and she combines the best of African and Scandinavian female beauty. Roma is 6-7 barefoot (I'm 5-7), strong, wide-shouldered, about 250 pounds (I'm now 160, much of it fanny). Muscular and voluptuous, flawless tan skin, pageboy hair golden brown. Cute nose, a merry face that can instantly become stern (my knees wobble), sweet disposition. Firm flaring bottom, big titties with long nipples pointing up, sturdy legs and calves. Elegant feet and toes. 
   In senior year, we enjoyed heavy petting in our private library cubicle. I adored being kissed (among other things!) by Rona. Especially on her lap. We'd compare bare hands and feet. I shivered with submissive thrills at how much bigger and stronger hers were.

   Senior year, I often leered at her feet and toes when we studied together. Rona would pinch me under the desk, and I'd shriek. “Honey, be patient. Soon, you’ll kneel naked at my feet to render O.”
Roma & Me, Just 18

   I stood there in the Beauty Salon. Same sandals and outfit as her mother. Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth as Roma coolly led me away. To her mother’s private office, not the busy Prep room.

   Without a word, she cleaned my mouth. Soap, brush, and tongue scraper. I wheezed, coughed, and gagged.

   Roma tied me - fanny up - to an enema bench. I squealed when her gloved greased middle finger slid deep in my rectum. My gracious! Her finger was so big, so long, so cunning. She put a white tapered ... thing ... under my nose, dripping with smelly grease. Surely, that can't be my butt plug! It's gigantic!
   "That's your butt plug", Roma said. "For later."
   I had never made that sound before. A helpless squeal of terror. I've made it every day since.  

   Then I was on Roma's lap sideways, bare feet extending beyond her bare right leg. Instinctively, my hands went around her neck. I cuddled on her muscular shoulder, mouth open. She kissed me, cupping my tight testicles with one hand.
Modern Life & Ancient History

   The word "kiss" is inadequate. Roma ravished and plundered me breathless. She made me feel like a captured male in ancient times. Over the ages, lusty Domina warriors had gone on massive slave raids, and waged great wars, for men and boys. We huddled naked and weeping in protected areas. Our Dominas fought to protect us. 
   When they lost, we were brutally taken by tough female warriors. Carefully inspected and graded by Dominas called "maleflesh experts". They looked for cuteness and masculinity; large cocks and heavy testicles; exuberant, spankable fannies. (Some things never change).
   Victorious warriors took us across their laps for merciless spankings. We were flung prone over their horse "man pommels", or crowded in ox-drawn cages. Screaming in pain, fear, and terror. Destined for a warrior's bed, a Harem, or the slave market.
   Married men were often raped, but rarely virgin boys. All Domina warriors respected the sanctity of male virginity - mouth, cock and rectum. Religions commanded that youths "Marched" to the Marriage Altar be Pure, Demure, Submissive Virgins. Just like today.
A Very Inspiring Wedding 
   Roma and I studied all that in senior year. More graphically realistic than we'd ever seen. There were 3-D photos of a modern wedding. A naked youth on tiptoes "Marched" to his waiting Bride, his prick erect and dripping. Mother behind him, right middle finger fully up his rectum, testicles in her other hand. 
   Other photos showed him being prepared. I marveled over one in particular - groom's sister oiling erect prick and bunched ballsack. Deep affection on her lovely face, squatting between his legs. Extremely arousing.  His genitals put me to shame. Huge purple prick and mushroom cockhead. Bunched round ballsack like a large orange, maybe a small grapefruit.
   Roma pointed to another photo. Sister oiling his fanny. I thought mine was big. The groom's was almost twice my size, and shapelier. Roma looked at me, then at my bursting mesh codpiece. I blushed scarlet in shame and envy, desperately longing to suck her toes. 
   Our Domina teacher said slave raids and wars were barbaric. Sexual abuse. Terrible, traumatic experiences for men. I nodded, sitting beside Roma, leering at her toes. Fantasizing her as a Visigoth warrior, me naked across her pommel. Knowing that, in Faculty Lounges and Mens Rooms, my Domina teacher gave hellacious spankings to naked male teachers.
On & Across Roma's Lap
   I talked about all that with Roma, sitting naked and comfortable on her lap, needing a frigging. Roma had other plans, which distracted me. She effortlessly put me across her lap, bare fanny up. Caressed it, spread my bottomcheeks, pinched.

   “Adele just spanked you? Huh. That’s a lie, or she was weak. Richard, you aren’t a liar. So it must be your sister. Baby face, now I’ll give you the real deal. Grip the spanking stool legs hard, and keep looking at my feet. Cry all you want.”
   Roma's large luscious feet were in black heel sandals. I always limped home with "blue balls" after senior study dates. The last few years, I'd become obsessed with female feet in heel sandals. Even Adele and mother. I thought I was perverted until Adele explained it.
   I gripped the stool legs, seeing Roma's feet from a new perspective. My hard cock was deliciously between her thighs. I clenched bare fanny cheeks. 

   “Not to mention. The past year. I knew what your heart desired and needed when you gaped at my feet. I’ll be honest. I yearned for the exact same thing. In fact, I bought this wicked spanker for that reason.”
   Roma gave my first real one. Mother was furious when I told her. She had wanted to do it. For the rest of that summer, Mother made up for it. She had me squalling naked across her lap so often, Adele sometimes complained. 

   What was Roma's like? Exactly like my daughter Ellen's a few hours ago. Like every spanking I've had for forty-plus years (I don't look a day over 30).
   Screaming bloody hell. Molten sizzling agony. Bitter blazing pain. Unbearable. Unthinkable. Untake-able. Endless. Crying eyes on her feet. Foot. The arch of her left foot, nearest my face.
   Aah, it's such a mercy afterwards. Sucking the toes of She who has just spanked me. Between sobs and tears. My fanny on fire. A man's life.