The Japanese Femdom House

Chapter 1.

Steve was twelve years old when he went to live at Mistress’s Akane state, a mansion built on a big propriety on rural Japan, that day he got off the taxi, crossed the main gate, made of black cast iron, and walked along the path toward the mansion. Mistress Akane was waiting for him at the main door. She was a thirty something Japanese beauty, tall and slender, the woman was clad on a sexy short leather dress, she was wearing black thick silk stockings and shiny black leather pumps with steel stiletto heels. It was a striking figure.

“Good morning…” Greeted Steve.

“Silence, Boy!” Exclaimed the Asian beauty, startling Steve. “You never speak, unless you are told to do it!”

The woman looked at him with blazing black eyes, the breeze morning grazed her long smooth black hair, that was like if it was made of black silk threads.

“Don’t stare at my face! Put you head down and look at the floor!”

The boy did as he was commended, feeling uneasy for the harsh tone of the Asian woman. He saw the woman’s hand, she was wearing short black leather gloves, and in one hand, was holding a long riding crop, the kind used by equestrians.

“One more thing!” She said, “You are no entering the house with such cloths, get everything off, including your shoes!”

Steve blinked.

Suddenly she hit him on the cheek with the riding crop, it was a painful blow, not too hard to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a red strip.

“I’m not used to repeat my orders, nor to wait to be obeyed, I will expect you to accomplish my commands at once, as soon as possible!”

Trembling and holding tears on his eyes, Steve began to take his cloth off.

“Put your stuff in that box” She said, pointing with the riding crop toward a cardboard box laying on the floor.

“Now wait here!”

The boy stood by on the foyer of the mansion, he shivered, suffering the cold air.

Mistress Akane came back, she returned accompanied by two young girls, ten and eleven years old, Aiko and Sakura, both girls were wearing pink tank top shirts and blue denim tiny shorts, the girls wore black flip flop sandals. Steve stared at the sight of the pretty feet of the girls.

“Put him on a leash!” Ordered Mistress Akane to the girls.

The young cute beauties moved closer to Steve, he felt uneasy, been naked in front of the girls, they giggled at his reaction.

“Stay quiet, boy” Said Akane, “put your hands behind you back, and don´t move.”

One of the girls grabbed his balls with her hand, Steve turned cold, she squeezed little, but provoked him an incredible pain, he bent forward, gasping and moaning.

“I said, don’t move, can you understand an order?” complained Akane.

He stood still, trying not to flinch, even when the little girl began to pull at his balls, her partner produced a long black silk cordon, she tied the cordon at the root of his testicles, held it on her hand as a leash and tugged, making the boy to scream.

“Let’s go inside now!” Ordered Akane.

Steve was forced to work since the first day, he began scrubbing the floors of the first floor on his knees, Aiko and Sakura kept around him, pestering the boy, tugging at the leash on his ball, sitting on his back and riding him like a pony horse. At least he could look at the pretty little feet of the girls.

At noon Mistress Akane reappeared.

“The floor is a mess, stupid boy.” She scowled, “you better improve, I won´t tolerate such puny performance. Now come to the Empress hall.”

Akane walked out, followed by Steve, who moved on his fours, like a dog, been pulled by the girls.

The Empress hall was astounding, a luxury great hall room located on the central place of the mansion, floor made of dark walnut polished wood, black and red silk curtains and big braziers with hot coals and burning fire on top, lighting the place. On the central place was a black leather upholstery divan, and over it was laying a beautiful forty years old lady, she was barefoot and was dressed only with a red kimono embroidered with golden dragons, she was smoking, using a long filter with a cigarette, on the other hand was holding a crystal cup filled with red wine. She stretched her beautiful feet. She was Empress Jade.

Mistress Akane moved Steve at her feet and made him kneel.

The Empress blew a smoke cloud, then looked at the young lad at her feet.

“So, is this boy our new slave?”

“Yes, your highness” Asked Akane.

“Lick my feet, boy!” Ordered the Empress.

Steve using his tongue, started to lick the women feet’s soles, her pale white porcelain skin was so soft and delicious, he was in no time, mesmerized, worshipping the lady’s feet, he loved the taste and the smell, he sucked each toe inside his mouth and put his tongue between them, and massaged the soles with his tongue.

“This boy is promising.” Said Empress Jade.

She let the boy to worship her feet for a long time.

“Enough, it’s time to mark him!” Exclaimed the Empress.

Akane walked toward a nearby brazier, and with a hand took the handle of a hot iron brander, that had been on the fire for hours, between hot coals. She went back to the boy and put her feet between the plates of Steve’s back, and pushing down with the steel stiletto heel of her black leather pump forced the boy to lay over the floor, then while pinning the boy with her heel, she pressed the red-hot iron over the boy’s buttock cheek. The boy cried loud, feeling the burning touch scorching his skin.

After his branding, Steve was taken to a small cell on and underground dungeon, he was left to sleep over the hard and cold stone floor.

Then his life as a slave began, he was kept naked all the time, Mistress Akane took pleasure whipping his body with her riding crop, punishing him for the slightest fault. He worked hard, starting before sunrise and stopping until very late on the night: he chopped wood, toiled at the gardens, did the cleaning on the house, mopped the floors, did the cleaning of the bathrooms and other tasks. On the night the boy had to sleep on the hard-stone floor of his cold cell, with no blankets whatsoever. Aiko and Sakura were on charge of feed him, his two meals a day, the pair of evil girls threw his food directly over the kitchen floor, then trampled it with their bare feet, and made the boy eat on his fours as a dog, licking the smashed gruel from their little pretty feet.

The little girls made everything possible to make his life a nightmare: they used to pour awful things on his food, bitter or hot spice condiments, bugs, even their own shit, they also scattered sharp steel thumb tacks inside the stone floor of the small cell where he slept.

And so, time went on like this on the mansion of Empress Jade for many years.